Over time we developed a friendship and spent a lot of time working together. A few weeks ago at a function after work, Scott and I spent a lot of ti...e hanging out and talking. After a few drinks, the topic of sex came up. I confessed to Scott that I had only been with my husband sexually and lately I was curious about others. Eventually our conversation turned to fantasies and I confessed to Scott I had always wanted my husband to take control of the situation and have his way with me. Later. A look between her legs, I had forced my my monster cock into her all the way, stretching it more than before. I hadn’t given her a chance to get use to the girth within her, I start fucking her hard as soon as I got it in. My hands are holding her in place, a necessity since the strength of my thrusts would have sent her forward. She is stretched to the point of tearing. She wonders briefly whether I will stop fucking her if her pussy tore, but quickly dismissed the thought. It is too. " She began undulating as soon as my mouth rested on her velvety lips. My tongue opened the sticky slit and she said, "Oh no, John...God..." I licked inside her; her juices were honey to me. When I contacted the hood over her clit with the flat of my tongue, she began her litany of "Oh John...oh John..." that continued as I found my way under the thin skin to expose her clit. Mom's movements became more extreme as I sucked and circled her tender clit. I hadn't really tied her tightly, and in. My cock got as hard and as quickly from watching Wendy slide the sip stick between her lips as when I had watched Wanda do the same thing. "By the way," I leaned over and whispered to Wendy, "I certainly don't consider it being 'stuck'. I'm quite happy to be here with you." She looked down, obviously embarrassed. "Thank you," she whispered. I found the courage to take a huge chance. Perhaps my raging erection influenced me, perhaps the alcohol was doing it's trick, but I leaned over and lightly.