My wife was lying there, in our bed, with her stockinged legs spread wide. I was lying beside her, kissing her deeply, stroking her perfect breasts, teasing her hardening nipples. Tim, the man who owned us both, was between her legs, holding himself up with his arms, over us. I had watched him move into that position, his heavy cock and balls throbbing as he moved, a drop of precum falling from the head. And now he started gently pressing the head of of that cock into her open, wet cunt.
His hips thrust forward, just a bit, pressing the head into her. At a glance, the first thing I noticed was how large he was–his whole, well-muscled frame, but also his cock. Maybe not quite twice as large as my 5”, but close enough… as so much thicker. I knew she was worried it wouldn’t fit, and, despite his confidence that it would fit and he could make her love it, I was skeptical. She had had trouble sometimes even taking my size… I wasn’t sure this was going to work, to be honest.