She was stoking his cock and spreading her legs. Pulling him toward her entrance she needed him inside. I wanted to capture his big cock going in my w...fe's pussy for the first time. She placed the head at her core. He pressed forward but it wouldn't go in. They adjusted the angle of their hips and he pressed again. My wife's pussy was being stretched open by his big cock. It slowly went in her as I took pics of the act. As he began to stroke more of his cock into her I realized something. He. The dip in the bed next to her told Alice her husband had been there but she did not remember his presence from the night. Why had Mrs Peters not woken her? She jumped from the bed and the thump as she landed on the floor made her realise how quiet was the house. She went to the door, opening it nervously. She was almost prepared to find that, in the night, her husband had stripped the house of all chattels, leaving her penniless in an empty shell. But no, everything seemed to be in its place.. ” She smiled sweetly, “Don’t get me wrong Peter, I love my husband, but not for his sexual prowess. That thing you have, it’s well… much, much bigger than my husband’s. His cock is about five inches long and as wide as two fingers. Do you know how long yours is?” I shook my head, “No, I’ve never been asked that before, I thought it to be a normal size.” “O My God, Peter, let me tell you, what you have is not normal. Your cock is large Peter, probably extra-large, no, definitely extra-large.”. I poured the coffee away and made tea; thick, strong, sweet, milky tea. Builder's tea they call it here in England; The kind that big sweaty men drink from flasks amongst the dust and rubble. Just what I needed to drink, sitting in the wreckage of my marriage. Tea and toast, the solution to every problem.Slowly, I got my brain back in gear. One voice told me it was my own fault. Why didn't I trust Ellen, let her have her fun, rely on her to come home, tell me about what happened, delight in.