In all radical of protagonist, there is that one guy who has the full-grown dick over the other guys.

Anthony was that guy in our group. Not that anyone was staring at it, but growing up we would becharm a glimpse of his colossus when he was taking a peeing, or skinny dipping, etc. He was definitely majestic of it and had no problem striping down and jumping in the lake or simply pulling it out at a party. When we were younger, he would jokingly flash people when he had a few too many drinkable. Those days were twenty twelvemonth ago ...

Anthony had recently moved back to townspeople. Our Friend Davis and his married woman Tonya were having a party at their lake house. It was an all-day natal day bash for Davis'big 40th. Unfortunately, we had a anterior dedication and missed about of the fun during the day. When we arrived, everyone had left the piddle and was grilling out at the house. That 's where my wife and I ran into Anthony. We were excited to see each early since it had been several years. I introduced him to my married woman and we sat down at the table to eat. It was a large table, so many people were sitting around eating, crapulence, laughing and talking.

Anthony likes to blab out and was soon telling us all the craziness that had been going on in his life the yesteryear span of long time. His narrative can get a little furious. My wife was definitely intrigued and listened. He talked about oversea travel, living in a remote cabin for six months without seeing anyone, motorcycle racing professionally, chevron club and raging women.

He is definitely a lady 's man and I could order my wife was feeling the appealingness. She called shit on a distich of his taradiddle which got them going back and Forth with playful banter. It got to a point where I felt they were actually flirting. That was about the sentence I noticed a chubby in my shorts. I could find the intimate latent hostility. We had to cut the night short and pull up stakes right after we ate. I thought about the playful banter between my wife and Marcus Antonius on the drive domicile. The blood started flowing to my cock as I thought about him taking her to the back sleeping accommodation of the lake house while we were all extraneous at the party and fucking her empty-headed. I wanted to see her reaction to meeting Anthony, so I asked her what she thought of him. She said he was a nice guy, but did not elaborate any more. I decided not to dig any deeper and kept driving us dwelling house. Needless to say, we fucked like looney that night when we got home. I guess we were both hot.

A couplet of hebdomad later, my wife and I were celebrating my birthday at our favourite seafood eating place. We had just finished a great repast with raw oysters, grilled fish and two feeding bottle of wine. We were a trivial exhaust, but still wanted to keep back the company going. It was about that time Anthony called my electric cell. He had been out drinking with some former admirer of ours ( including Stuart Davis that just lived a few home down from ours ) and was close to the business firm. He was driving Miles Davis home and wanted to make out if we all wanted to get together for a drink or two. My wife and I thought it would be fun, so we agreed to fit him at the house in a few transactions. Trying to tease her, I said to my wife, `` Hopefully he is not too booze and keeps his hawkshaw in his pants tonight. '' She looked over and said `` You guys and talking about your dicks ... whatever. ``

I said `` He is a big boy. Well, It 's not just big .... '' She looked at me strangely and said `` How would you know ? ``

'' I have been friends with him for some metre. We grew up together - sports, locker room, skinny dipping. He is not shy about pulling it out and flashing the great unwashed to appal them. ``

'' But that was when he was younger. He has grown up a lilliputian since those years. '' I told her.

'' That is Wyrd and a little creepy that he showed his penis to multitude '' she asked.

'' It was all in fun, I think the girls liked seeing it and he enjoyed showing them. The guys laughed at the chemical reaction of the girls '' I said.

After he arrived, we all heading down to the patio horizontal surface for cocktails and to meet some music. I could see her checking his packet out to see if a immense jut was present in his short. When he went to postulate a piss, I asked her playful `` what are you looking at ? '' She knew I busted her but said to me, `` I think you are lying. How big can it really be if you ca n't see it in his short ? Surely, he would be sporting a bulge. '' I told her maybe he has it tucked down or taped to his leg. We both laughed, then composed ourselves as he returned.

The beverage continued to menstruate and none of us were feeling any pain. My married woman was now trade good and drink, as both of us guys. One story led to another and then someone starting talking about sex, preferred sexual positions and peter size. Anthony said he had no complaints. My wife, being a little drunk and no filter, said `` Sure, all you guys mean you are cling, but I bet you are probably an middling sized guy. ''

I about choked on my potable and patter a piddling out of my mouth. I could recite she was pressing him, maybe even teasing him. He jokingly laughed and said firmly again `` I have never had any charge, ever. '' She knew he was obviously boasting about himself. She did n't back down and said `` If you are so sure you have a big one, prove it. '' I was wondering if she was joking and it would end or if she was life-threatening. He asked `` What do you imply by try out it ? '' Then she asked if she could see it, like she was daring him to pluck it out. But he just smiled, and politely said, `` I have no problem showing it to you if your husband does n't mind. ``

hoot, she was serious about him pulling his dick out. I decided to step up to this post, took another sip of my drink, and then said, `` Come on Antonius, go ahead and let my wife see your big prick, so she shuts up about it. '' He had a strange look on his aspect and asked `` You sure ? '' I shrugged my shoulder joint and nodded `` Yes, I have seen it and she is not going to stop until she has a look. ''

Just like that, he unzipped his drawers. He had no underwear, so it just fell out. It had to be a secure 5-6 inch and thick even voiced. Any man would certainly be proud to show off a stopcock that hefty looking, even flaccid. I wanted to see my wife 's reaction to his gumshoe just hanging out in strawman of us. I looked over and she was staring directly at his man meat.

'' That 's really not the smut star peter I thought I was going to see, '' she slurred. `` I heard this affair would rip a char apart. That 's comely sized, but you are n't doing any damage or setting any records. '' I could n't conceive what she was saying. It was like she was taunting my big tool friend, and I could tell she was getting off on it. I felt like she was teasing him. He liked egging her on too. They were definitely being playful and the intimate tension was thick. They were not going to give in to each other.

'' If it was intemperate you would be impressed, '' he quickly responded. That was a quick remark to fox back at her. `` Well, then let 's see it difficult if you think you are so big. '' I was shocked those words came out of her mouth. This was getting Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More intense. They were definitely flirting. I could tell my wife was intrigued and wanted to see my buddy 's already telling cushy dick, hard. I am sure he was getting off on showing her his pecker. I did not say a word. Here we were, the three of us standing around the bar in my basement. My crony had his gumshoe out in knit stitch sight with his boxers around his ankle joint. My wife was two ft away from him and they were talking about getting his tool hard.

'' You know, you could easily get me severe by just touching it '' he said to my wife, and gave me a wink. She did n't say anything at that stage. I figured it was over. But then she looked over at me as if to get my permission. She asked, `` Should I touch him ? '' I knew she wanted to contact him, but just wanted it to be ok with me. Then I said it, `` Sure, you can rub on it to draw him concentrated, but nothing more than your hand. ''

The blood was already flowing heavily to my own growing hard-on just thinking about it. I was tenting a matured boner in my short pants by the time she made it over to Susan B. Anthony. I could not and did not bother to enshroud it. As she got closer, he smiled kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his shorts that were around his feet. He put his hands on his articulatio coxae and swung his torso towards her direction, almost offering himself to her as she approached.

She was a footling apprehensive at first and poked it with her finger. Then she wiggled it back and forth a few multiplication. I could tell things started flowing for Anthony and the fiend began to awake. Playfully she grasped it and just held it in her hired hand. I could see his dick swell in her hand as the blood rushed through the veins that run along his shaft and it grew harder. She then reached over and took it in both her hands. She started to displume on it. I could see his head run back and eyes close. He was definitely enjoying having my wife play with his rooster. What man would n't ?

The way she was working him, I could tell she was mesmerized by his extra-large humanity. Then she knelt down even closer to it, so conclude I could see her breathe in deeply to smell his musky maleness. It proudly stood from his shadow, wiry, Black public hair. His glob looked like two large eggs in his hairy, bull-sized sac. They were swinging back and forth as she really started to hitch him up and down. By the time she stopped, he had to be a good 8-9 column inch hard. Not only was he long, but the girth was very telling. It was as thick as her wrist or maybe even as thick-skulled as a coke can. Growing up, his nick epithet was coke can, now she knows why. She not only stroked him to broad rigourousness, but she continued stroking him prospicient than she needed. She was enjoying this ! There was a clump of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his swollen, mushroom cloud foreland as it proudly stood from between his legs. She stopped stroking him and moved back by me.

'' Ok, you have a huge dick '' she admitted to him. There was a uncanny import that all of us felt. What do we do now ? My wife just stroked my crony and gave him a boner. I was n't sure enough what was about to take place next so to reveal the maladroitness, I said `` Who is ready for another turn ? '' My wife chimed up and said she was ready and walked over to the bar to mix up another round.

'' Wait a minute, what am I supposed to do about this boner ? I am hard as a rock and call for some relief. That is not just, I was so close. '' Anthony said.

My wife looked at him, then down to his throbbing boner and said, `` If you are fill up, you can polish off the job yourself or hang out nude person till it goes down. ``

'' You just stroked my dick, got me hard and finale to blowing my loading. It only makes good sense for you to go ahead and realize me cum '' he firmly stated.

'' Forget it '' she said. And poured another glass of her red wine.

'' I see where this is going, '' Anthony continued, `` I will finish the job myself. Let me see your tits to necessitate me over the edge. I showed you my putz '' as he smiled. She looked at me and I said `` You have great bosom, go ahead and let him see them. '' I was actually proud to show off her incredible titmouse to my friend.

I then thought to myself, what is happening here ? I know my wife is proud of her tits and would probably not think twice about showing them off. But was my buddy really going to jack off in front of us ? I did n't eff if they were still playing or if he would game down. So, she downed the rest of her wine, sat the ice down, turned her back and him, and pulled her top over her head, unclasped her bra and threw it on the couch across the way. She turned around giving him a wide-cut aspect of her beautiful tits.

'' fuck, those breast are hot '' he said. He looked at me as if to ask permission, and said `` I am about to twitch off and cum in movement of your wife, are you cool with that buddy ? '' I simply nodded and he began to stroke that fucking monster right there in front of us. `` sport with your teat '' he told her. She took them and began rolling them between her finger. She was really putting on a show. I could assure she was getting hotter and hotter. I wanted to see if I could push her a little more. I walked up to her and started rubbing her ass. I leaned over and whispered in her ear how fucking hot she was. I told her to point us her ass. She did not think twice and immediately dropped her knickers exposing her Henry Sweet ass.

We moved to the couch to get more comfy. My tool was so toilsome, it could cut looking glass. She moved in front man of us on the couch. There she was in front of him flashing her ass, as he stroked his dick. I threw off my shorts and pulled out my cock. I could secern it made her even hotter for me to be joining in the fun."Wow, I see you are fix to go too, enjoy the fun '' my wife said as she noticed I was stroking my raging boner.

After a few minutes, I walked over to my wife, and pulled her panties down. She did not struggle or object. As she stepped out of them, there was a detectable wet touch right in the fork area. I knew she was into it."There much better '' I said, and me and Susan Brownell Anthony pulled on our cocks while looking at her au naturel body. Then I stood up and made her tilt over, almost touching her toes, and spread her impertinence for us to look at. I spread her asshole unresolved and held her pussy lips apart to reveal her garden pink hole. I was pressing my luck, but she was into it. She could accept stopped me, but she did n't. She let me totally expose her in from our him.

I then sat back down by Anthony on the put and we continued pumping our cocks. I wonder if she thought one of us might bed her there on the couch. I wondered what would happen if Anthony got up, moved behind her and started rubbing his cock up and down along her slit, teasing her. What if it went even further and he started to penetrate her mess ? Would she allow him ? Would I allow him ? Would he enter her bareback ? It has been years since she had another man inside her. Way before we got married. What would I do about him being buried testis bass inside her unprotected hole and if he came inside her ? He would surely fill her up with his spermatozoan with those big balls.

Instead, we both started jerking like weirdo when she spread her cunt lips and inserted two finger. She started moaning and shaking as she rubbed her button. I knew she was having an orgasm. Her fingers were soaking wet when she pulled them from her cakehole. She was so wet, her hirsute bush was drenched in pussy juice and practically dripping. I could reek her odour. The odor filled the entire room. I knew if I could smell her, Marcus Antonius could too. That was too lots for us. We hit the breaking level and both started shooting our lashings as she watched on enjoying the show.

She went upstairs and cleaned herself off, then came back to see us. By then we had poured another deglutition and were halfway through an old fib. We did n't bother to put our drawers back on. I guess we figured there might be a round two. She eventually got tired and went to bed. Anthony decided to dash on the couch since he had too very much to drink. In bed, I thought to myself, what if we actually had a trine that night. I was n't surprised that Anthony pulled his gumshoe out, but I was a petty shocked that my wife went along with everything, but passing hot. I could have stopped it, but I did n't. It was sort of hot to watch my wife signature another man 's turncock.

It has been about a month since that Night. My wife and I have discussed it a distich of times. It usually leads to us fucking. I tease her and tell her next metre she should let him know her. I think deep down it turns her on, but she says she would never do it. I know that she enjoyed turning on another man and seeing him delirious. I wonder if it will ever happen again. If it did, how much would we labor it ? I had a feeling the three of us were going to repeat this again real soon. I knew I sure wanted it to happen again.

To be continued ...