Okay ladies, so here we go. I’m not normally the type to give a review but after this experience, I had to share.
I consider myself and my husband’s sex life pretty adventurous. Our sexual appetite falls somewhere between kinky and “normal”. Let’s put it this way, we’re not afraid to experiment with vibrators, toys, and role-playing, and we're monogamous.
I want to start off by saying that I love my husband’s penis. As the saying goes, it’s not how much you have, but how you use it. I consider myself lucky to have a man that goes above and beyond to make sure I’m sexually satisfied. But I’d also be lying if I didn’t say there were times where I fantasized about a little bit… more. I proudly admit to eye-balling a guy’s huge package through his sweatpants. Seeing that big cock hanging halfway down his thigh makes me instantly wet -- and a little intimidated. Could I handle a huge thick cock?! I daydream about getting pounded until I beg for mercy.
Is Penis Size an Issue?
In all the years we’ve been together (15), my husband’s penis size has never been an issue. Lucky for me, he doesn’t lack confidence. We’ve talked about using a cock sleeve but never have. We’ve bought plenty of sex toys together, though, including some pretty big dildos. He loves using them on me and bringing me to orgasm. And while the orgasms are amazing, I’m sure you ladies can agree that using a silicone dildo and getting fucked by a big cock are two different things.
After a while, it was all I could think about. I’d take our kids to the park and find myself drooling over the guys playing basketball. Their gym shorts left little to the imagination and I could see the outline of their fat dicks beneath the thin fabric. I’d daydream about getting stretched by one of those thick cocks all day long. My husband was always in for a wild ride those nights. I’d even imagine getting fucked in the locker room at the gym or in the back of my mini-van.
So after years of fantasizing about a big dick buried balls deep inside me, something happened. It was the night that I virtually transformed our sex life. It was another hectic day at work. I was tired, my feet were sore, and the kids were getting on my last nerve. My only salvation was my workouts. I’d hit the gym right after work and, of course, it was chock full of buff toolbags. I wondered if they were there to work out or just to show off their bodies. I couldn’t complain though -- they were ideal eye candy. Nothing helped me work up a sweat like exercising while staring at their giant dicks beneath their sweatpants and tight shorts. I was so horny the whole ride home, I didn’t know what to do with myself. And the stars aligned...
There was a different energy in the house that night and my husband was acting more playful than normal. He sent me a few texts while I was at the gym telling me how he couldn’t wait until I got home and how he had something special in store for me. I asked him the same question I always asked when I knew he’d been shopping for sex toys -- “Should I be nervous?” He hadn’t answered by the time I got home.
Sex Toys Had Me A Bit Nervous
He grabbed me as soon as I walked in the door, kissing me and running his hands all over my sweaty body. I tried to push him away but he pulled me closer. I’d never seen him so persistent and animalistic. I was even more aroused than I’d been at the gym.
After a quick shower, I made dinner but kept getting interrupted as he’d brush past me, grazing my ass with his hand or leaning in to quickly suck my earlobe. The sexual tension was palpable. Every time I caught his eye he would wink, grin, or lick his lips suggestively. I rubbed my foot along his inner thigh under the dinner table and caught a feel of his erection. I couldn’t wait to get the kids to bed and find out what he had in store for me.
After they were asleep, I crept into the bedroom to find a purple silk blindfold on my pillow. I excitedly slipped off my clothes, put it on, and climbed into bed. I lay there, my entire body aroused and aching to be touched. I brushed my hands over my chest, gently stroking my nipples. I tickled my stomach but didn’t dare touch my pussy, yet. I knew I was drenched but wanted him to be the first one to dip into my wetness. Just when I thought I couldn’t wait anymore, I heard him click off the bathroom light and climb into bed.
He pressed his naked body against mine and I felt his hard cock on my thigh. He tongued my ear, asking me if I was ready in a sexy whisper. I was more than ready. I needed to be fucked -- NOW! He climbed on top of me and I spread my legs willingly, my entire body humming with sexual desire. As he slowly entered me, I instantly noticed a difference.
His cock was enormous! I grabbed his arms, bracing myself as he easily slid what felt like a stranger's thick dick inside me. My mind was racing and my breathing was heavy. Was this my husband? Did he play the old switcharoo and bring me a hot, well-hung stud to live out my deepest fantasies? I had to know. I ripped off the blindfold and to my delight and surprise, it wasn’t a stranger at all. It was my husband and he was fucking me with what felt like a thick, throbbing cock! He was all the way inside me now as every inch of my vagina wrapped around the thick, fulfilling shaft. It’s the sensation I’d been waiting for and I could barely stop myself from cumming in that very moment.
Every time I thought I was going to explode, he’d switch me to a new position. From missionary to doggy style to cowgirl, every angle felt unbelievable. I caught a glimpse of his cock a few times. It was huge! I wondered what he’d done -- taken medication, gotten surgery? I knew that wasn’t possible but I’d never seen him this big, this sexually charged, and this confident. I didn’t know exactly what was between my legs (or his), I just knew it felt amazing and didn’t want it to end.
When I couldn’t wait any longer, I begged him to cum with me. I loved when we shared a mutual orgasm but it wasn’t always possible. With this new sex toy, I climaxed at the same time as he unloaded his hot, pulsating load inside me. There's nothing I love more then the feeling of being filled up.
After my body stopped shaking, I collapsed on top of him, a sweaty, satisfied mess. I was still breathing heavily from one of the most intense orgasms of my life when I asked him, “How did that just happen? What the fuck was that?” He grinned up at me and said, “That was a girth enhancement sleeve.” I’d heard of dick sleeves and cock sleeves, but didn’t know exactly what a girth enhancement sleeve was. I dismounted him to get a look for myself. I could see the head of his penis out the top of the sleeve, drops of cum still clinging to his skin. I ran my hands over the sleeve, feeling every vein and bump. I grabbed onto the shaft but couldn’t wrap my hand around it! It was so fat and satisfying.
Holding the thick cock sent a second wave of pleasure through my body. After a few minutes he felt recharged, I bit my lip and raised my eyebrows suggestively at my husband. I wanted more. He grabbed me by the waist and tossed me onto the bed, clearly ready for round two himself. But the pleasure didn’t end there. The next day, flashbacks of our insane sexual encounter flashed through my mind. I was even a little sore from such an intense pounding.
And I wasn’t the only one who was still reminiscing about the night before. My husband woke with a confident bounce in his step and a suggestive grin on his face. When he planted a swift smack on my ass on his way out the door to work, I knew I was in for another wild ride that night!
