4 comments/ 29441 views/ 6 favorites My Coming Out - A Friend's Surprise By: AtlantaGirl487 The days following the fantastic evening with Karen and Gary were totally uneventful. As far as Gary and I were concerned, our lovemaking was the same as always; great, and the subject of our threesome was never brought up. And, when it came to Karen and I, it was pretty much the same way. Although we met twice to play tennis (and indulge in some "girl talk") we never talked about anything but our careers and our complete lack of tennis ability. Originally, we had planned to get together with our husbands the following weekend, but visits by "Aunt Flo" had put that off for both of us. Now, two weeks later, we thought that the time was right to introduce Gary and Doug. Neither of us was very "tensed up" over the upcoming evening. Whatever was going to happen would happen. Of course, Gary was more than ready to see Karen again. Although he hadn't said anything else about our previous meeting, it had been very obvious that he had thoroughly enjoyed his "quality time" with her. Still, both of us studiously avoided even mentioning what might happen at our upcoming meeting and both of us, at least on the outside, treated it as nothing more than going over to another couple's house for a dinner party. For my part, I suppose that I didn't dress for a normal evening out. Hey, I knew what might be happening and I had a hunch that Karen wasn't exactly going to be dressed like she was going to the grocery store. Let's face it: even when women are good friends we still have a bit of a competitive streak when it comes to looking good and tonight wasn't going to be an exception. So, I didn't hesitate when it came to putting on a low cut top along with a short tight skirt that would make any guy give me a double look. Gary's definitely not slow on the uptake and when I walked out to get in our car, he gave me one of his "I know what's on your mind" looks and said nothing more. Our houses are just a few minutes from each other so we didn't have time to talk about much. It was pretty obvious that we had our minds on other things. We soon pulled up into Karen and Doug's driveway. Their house was like ours; a little larger perhaps but certainly not a mansion. We walked to the front door where Karen was waiting on us. I was right about Karen. She was dressed in a sexy top and skirt that accentuated her athletic body, especially her tight little butt. She hugged me and gave an even more enthusiastic hug to Gary, "Hey, how have you been?" The look she gave Gary was unmistakable: she was ready to bed him, no ands, ifs or buts. We stepped into the house, and Karen called out, "Doug, Gary and Lisa are here." No sooner had the words left her mouth when Doug stepped through a doorway into the room. My eyes widened. WHAT IN THE WORLD? Doug was an absolute giant! I wouldn't have been so surprised if Karen had told me before but the little sneak had said nothing about it (the picture that she had shown me was only from the chest up; there was nothing to indicate his size). I couldn't help it; I stared for a moment, first at Doug and then back at Karen who chuckled and gave me her best "gotcha" look. She had done it again; catching me completely flat-footed and thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. Naturally, Gary was totally unaffected by the whole thing (he's so laid back; I don't think he's ever surprised by anything). He walked over to Doug as if he were an old friend, extending his hand and saying, "How ya doing, Doug?" Doug, for his part, was equally unaffected, "Great man, it's really nice to meet you." I couldn't help thinking to myself that the whole scene was a bit strange. I mean, Doug was being awfully nice about meeting the guy who had screwed the brains out of his wife barely two weeks before. Even though Gary is a solid six feet tall, Doug towered over him. Karen, naturally being the perfect hostess, led me over to Doug. "And, this is Karen; I told you all about her." "I'll bet you did", I thought to myself. Still, looking up, I smiled and extended my hand to meet his, "Doug, I've heard so much about you." I looked back over to Karen and gave her my best "I'll get you for this" look. Karen looked like she was biting her lip to keep from laughing. Karen stepped over next to Doug as I took a couple of steps backward. The two of them looked like a complete mismatch. Although both of them were extremely attractive, the disparity in their size gave them a "Mutt and Jeff" quality that was almost humorous. I mean, here's a guy that stands nearly six feet eight inches tall and weighs close to 290 pounds and here's his wife, barely five feet tall and weighing no more than a hundred or so pounds. What an appearance! But this soon became forgotten as we sat down and began to talk. As with Karen and I, Gary and Doug soon developed an easy rapport. Almost immediately, their conversation turned to sports, especially football and the Atlanta Falcons' last game. Hey, this is the South and down here, after God and Family, come football and NASCAR. To tell you the truth, I would have been surprised if they had started talking about anything else. Karen and I shook our heads in mock dismay as we gently steered the conversation back to something we could all talk about. Still, Gary had to ask one more "football" type question. "Where did you play?" I suppose it would have never occurred to me to ask something like that but Gary, being the coach (and former player) that he is (and noticing the huge diagonal scar on Doug's knee) was curious. Doug told us that he had played four years of varsity football at the same ACC school that he had met Karen. Now, I was beginning to understand that both of them were not just athletes but really good ones. And, Doug had not only played football but had excelled at it to the extent that he had been drafted by an NFL team (as an offensive lineman). However, in his first year, in training camp, he had damaged his knee so severely that he had to retire from football at the age of 23. "Man," Gary interjected, "That was really some tough break." Doug's response surprised both Gary and I. "Are you kidding? Tearing my knee up was one of the best things that every happened to me." Seeing the shocked look on our faces, Doug continued. "It's like this. I've been big all my life. The biggest kid in elementary school, then junior high, and then in high school. And, you know what it's like down here. If you're my size, then it's assumed that you're going to play football. I mean, I didn't hate football; it's just that I didn't like all the attention. Man, it was so crazy. Do you know that when I was playing junior high football, I actually had college coaches coming to see me play and calling my parents? It was totally unreal." He went on, "About halfway through my senior year in high school, I was really getting turned off by football but it was too late. I had about fifteen scholarship offers so I picked one thinking that I would just get my college education and that would be the end of it. Then I was drafted into the NFL so, for one reason or another, I believed that I needed to at least give it a try. Maybe it was ego; I don't know. All I know is that I was just getting sick of football. It was only about four weeks into camp when I tore my knee up. After I had the surgery, the doctors told me that I might try rehab but the damage had been pretty severe. I suppose that a lot of guys might have been sad but when the doctors left my room all I could think was, 'I'm glad it's over'. So, Karen and I finally got married and I started having a life. It's been great." Karen smiled up at home, "Hey honey, it's alright. You've got a lot of talent in other areas." She smiled at me and winked. All of us laughed. Karen went on, "Well, Doug's career in the NFL wasn't a total loss. We used part of his signing bonus as a down payment on this house and the rest of it we put in the bank so, all things considered, we did OK. And, the contacts that Doug made playing football really helped him when he started his business." Now, it was becoming crystal clear why Doug and Karen were such a great couple. Maybe size-wise, they were disparate but they were still athletic, obviously intelligent, and extremely fun to be around. In Doug's case, I could see that he was an unusual guy. In my days at the University of Georgia, I had been around a few of the jocks and, even though I had never dated any of them, I thought a lot of them were very egotistical and not too smart. This certainly wasn't the case with Doug; I could see why Karen was so in love with him. Suddenly Karen bounced up off the sofa and grabbed me by the hand, "Come on and help me with the wine." We went into the kitchen. While she was getting the glasses ready, she smiled at me and asked, "Well, what do you think of my better half?" I smiled back, "I'm going to get you for not telling me that he's bigger than the Incredible Hulk." Karen threw back her head and laughed, "Oh, did I leave that out?" We both laughed and took the wine and glasses back into the living room. This time, Karen went over and sat down next to Gary and I went over to Doug. As I sat next to him, I couldn't get over just how huge he really was. However, there was no doubt about it; the guy was really handsome (and intelligent) and the combination was becoming something that I wouldn't even attempt to resist. As I looked up at him, I could see that his interest in me was the same. For their part, Karen and Gary weren't even bothering to hide the fact that they had the hots for each other. Although they weren't touching, it was obvious that they hadn't forgotten their activities of the two weeks before. It wasn't long before Karen began to turn the conversation toward sex with every other sentence containing some sort of double entendre. After a few more minutes and with the wine beginning to take effect on all of us, Karen turned to Gary and said, "Hey, guess what? I just bought a copy of Bumps & Grinds. Wanna give it a try?" Doug gave out a loud laugh. It was obvious that Karen had given him a blow by blow (so to speak) account of our threesome. And, it was equally obvious that he had been more than OK with it. We all went into their den where Karen had thoughtfully already set up a card table with the game already laid out. There wasn't much doubt as to what Karen had thought was going to happen. We sat down; Karen and I across from each other. With the wine, all of us were giggling like four adolescents about to play spin the bottle. Doug was exactly like Gary. With each turn, he found a way, by hook or crook, to land on a square in which he had to take off an item of clothing. (He and Gary didn't have much to take off. Both of them had on only sport shirts and shorts.) At any rate, both of them were down to their underwear in no time. Finally, Gary landed on a square that meant that he had to take off his last piece of clothing. Following Karen's rules, he stood up and peeled his shorts down. "Oh yeah," Karen said with an appreciative look. By now, Karen and Gary had eyes only for each other. However, I have to admit, Doug and I were acting the same way. Since we had been seated at the table, we had been looking into each others eyes and at each others body in a way that signaled our intent. Each item of clothing that Doug took off served to increase the heat in my body that I was feeling. (At this point, both Karen and I began to copy Doug and Gary's tactics and increased the rate of our clothing loss!) Yes, Doug was a big man, but he was also heavily muscled and although he was 290 pounds, I don't think that a single ounce of it was fat. It was obvious that he had spent (and was continuing to spend) a large amount of time in the weight room. He seemed to have muscles on top of his muscles (I think his biceps were almost as big as Gary's thighs.). I couldn't take my eyes off him. He rolled the dice once more and said, "Ah geez, looks like this is it for me." I didn't even look at where his game token had landed (I don't think anyone did!). I was interested in something else. Doug stood up and pulled his shorts down. For a brief instant, my first (utterly stupid) thought was "Gee, I thought it would be bigger" but then I realized, "Are you kidding?" If his cock would have been proportional to his size it would have been 18 inches long! I mean, how stupid could I have been? I smiled up as he "modeled" for me. He was definitely well hung; no, more than well hung. I knew that he wasn't quite as large as Mike had been but that was more than alright with me. Mike had been ridiculously large and, in some positions, had been almost more than I could handle. I moved my eyes from his face to his cock and back again. The look in my face clearly told him that I was his when he wanted me. Only one thing left to do and that was to get as naked as he was. I glanced over to Karen and Gary. It was evident that their eyes were only on each other. Karen had taken her bra off showing her pert little nipples. My gaze returned to Doug and I slipped my bra off. Doug's eyes now locked on my stiff nipples and he moved forward as if to touch them. At this point, Karen, once again, took absolute charge. "Ah well, Lisa" she said, "It looks like we've won again. We may as well humor them." Laughing, I nodded my head and both Karen and I stood up. Very deliberately, both of us pushed our thongs down to the floor. I'm not sure what was going on behind me; I didn't care. I stood with my hands on my hips and let Doug look at me. It was very clear that he approved! Karen and Gary had totally forgotten that Doug and I were in the room. Grabbing Gary's arm, Karen gave him a pull, "Come on, Gary. I've got something upstairs I want to show you." With that, they walked out of the den; each one having a hand firmly planted on the other's buttocks. Doug turned to me with a broad grin. "Geez, aren't they a pair of horndogs?" I shook my head with mock disgust, "Just a pair of hot pants kids." Doug took me by the elbow, "Well, if that's the way that they're going to be, then we'll just have to go somewhere else." I smiled as I looked up at him, "Just lead the way." We left the den and walked toward the other end of the house. As we walked, Doug's hand left my elbow and moved to the small of my back. I glanced back up at him with more than a little apprehension because of his size. None of the guys that I had been to bed with had been much more than six feet tall and all of them had been on the slender side (just a preference of mine). Doug just towered over me and I think that any woman would have been a bit tentative. As we passed one room (as it turned out, one of the guest bedrooms), the door was partially open and, in the faint light I could make out the shadowy bodies of Karen and Gary. Karen was on her back with Gary's head hidden between her legs. As she kicked her legs into the air, all that she was saying was, "Oh Baby, Oh Baby." Doug and I looked at each other and smiled. We stepped into the master bedroom and Doug closed the door behind us. A lamp near the bed was on and that was more than alright with me. I've always been something of a visual person and have always preferred to make love with the lights on. Hey, nothing wrong with the dark but it's just a preference of mine. Doug wasn't in the mood to waste time. Giving me a deep, passionate kiss, he pushed me down onto the bed and lay down beside me. Kissing me again, on the lips and then on my neck he, quickly moved to my breasts. "Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah", he murmured as he kissed, licked, and sucked on my hopelessly stiff nipples. He then began his journey down my belly. He now pushed me further up onto the bed and positioned his head between my outstretched legs. Again, he repeated the "Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah," as he got a good eyeful of my bare, quickly moistening, vagina. He gave my labia two or three tentative kisses, still murmuring, "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful." He was driving me out of my mind; my legs began to quiver. Suddenly, he "dived in". Doug certainly didn't have a lot of technique but he more than made up for it with an enthusiasm that soon had me moaning even louder than Karen. He had a little trick of sucking while, at the same time, having his tongue deep inside me that quickly brought me to the edge of an orgasm. However, there was something that I had in mind that I wanted to do first. I reached down and gently grabbed his ears, at the same time pulling him upward. I pushed on his shoulder, making sure that he had no doubt that I wanted him on his back. I leaned over and kissed him deeply. Then, kissing his massive chest, I began my own journey downward until my head was resting on his belly. I gently tugged at one of his tree trunk-like thighs until he spread his legs slightly and then I moved my head further down. Gently wrapping my hand around his nearly-erect cock, I positioned my head so that I could begin running my tongue around the head of his big cock. Doug softly moaned and the big tool became more stiff as its length and girth grew. At that point, I reached further down between his legs where I found the absolutely MOST GIGANTIC set of balls that I've ever seen on a man! Honestly! I've never seen anything like them! My eyes flew open (and probably bugged out) as I gently cupped one of them. Although Doug's cock head never left my mouth, I slowly moved my lips back and forth while I examined the globular wonders in my hand. To tell you the truth, Doug's balls are so big that they are almost grotesque. They almost look like they belong on a bull. Just on a hunch, I gently raked my fingernails across the huge globes. I was rewarded with a loud moan from Doug and another appreciable increase in the length and thickness of his rod. Emboldened, I firmly dug my fingernails into his sac and, very slowly and deliberately, dragged my nails upward toward the base of his tool. Doug's back arched until it came off the bed and his moans became even louder. That was it; Doug was totally ready. With one huge hand, he reached down to one of my arms and pulled me up, while putting me on my back. Now, my apprehension really moved into high gear and, truth be known, I became a bit frightened at the prospect of being taken by this giant. As Doug positioned himself, I glanced down at his crotch. His huge tool was so stiff that it was almost pressed against his abdomen. He grabbed my knees and pushed them apart. All I could think of was, "How is THIS going to work?" I mean, I had never coupled with a guy who was just so big and, well, WIDE. As I said, all the guys I had previously bedded (including Gary) had waistlines of no more 32 or 34 inches (at the most). Now, I was opening up for a guy who was so much bigger than them that it wasn't even close. My eyes probably resembled saucers as Doug reached down to position his cock. As his weight and girth forced my legs apart as never before, I brought my knees up and grimaced. This was really going to be different. I thought to myself, "How does Karen accommodate him?" I mean, Karen is even more petite than I am. How does she do it? I resolved that this was going to be a topic for our next conversation. For a brief instant, I was afraid that Doug was going to put his full weight on me. Without a doubt he could have really crushed me! I didn't have to worry. Doug was very cognizant of his great size and took extra care to support his weight on his knees and elbows. I laid back and closed my eyes as I felt the head of his cock press against my labia. I gasped as I felt the cock head enter me, immediately followed by a bit more. Doug took it easy, gradually increasing the depth and allowing me to get used to it. I'm not sure how long it took but in a short time I was fully accommodating the enormous tool. My Coming Out - A Friend's Surprise Although Mike's cock had been a bit larger (both in length and girth), this was still a new feeling. With every other guy that I've been with, I have normally wrapped my legs around his midsection and sometimes locked my ankles just above his hips. By doing this, it's relatively easy for me to move my hips, my legs don't get as tired, and, hey, it's just a position that I like while the guy is doing what he has to do. With Doug though, FORGET IT. There was simply no way that I was EVER going to get my legs around his torso. Just wouldn't work! With him, all I could do was open up and, for want of a better phrase, lay back and take it. Don't get the idea though, that this was bad. Far from it! Once I got over my apprehension that he was going to press his full weight on me, I was able to relax and get into what this wonderful guy was doing to me. I was able to reach up and clasp my hands around his neck as he began his rhythmic back and forth movements. Now, it was REALLY getting good as the fear was totally replaced by a familiar tightening in my abdomen that signaled the beginning of what I knew was going to be a tremendous orgasm. I gritted my teeth as the feeling began to sweep over me. I felt the heat; beginning in my belly and radiating out in all directions, to my vagina and up into to my face. The feelings of helplessness brought about by the immense bulk of the man between my legs only magnified my feelings. Now, Doug was really bearing down on me, sensing that I was about to get off. He was now giving me his entire length, moving back and forth no more than an inch. My butt cheeks began to quiver. There was nowhere for my legs to move; they were so spread apart that they were totally immobile. Then the explosion hit. I could only scream out, "YES, YES" following by a sobbing "Yes, Yes, Yes" and eventually ending with a "yes....yes....yes". I was totally spent and more than ready for Doug to have his orgasm but that was not to be. Instead, after determining that I was satisfied, Doug instead began moving back and forth with the same rhythm that he had been using before I had come. Suddenly, Karen's words from our first meeting came back and seemed to echo in my mind, "I mean, he can hold back forever. I really get the feeling that he thinks he's some kind of fucking porn star." I could only think to myself, "Well, maybe that's what Karen thinks but I'm OK with it." I looked up at him and smiled as he continued to grind against (and into) me. "Yeah, Baby, Yeah." It was pure, unmitigated pleasure and however long he wanted to go was alright with me. I leaned further back, slightly arched my back and prepared to enjoy Doug's magnificent cock even more. I have no idea how long we continued like that, maybe ten minutes; maybe more. Then I became aware that Doug's hands had moved, down to the point where they were firmly grasping my wrists. I didn't even have the chance to think, "What's going on?" when he swiftly, roughly, jerked me off the bed and rolled back on his back with me firmly astride him. The suddenness of his move totally shocked and surprised me. I was not expecting it and totally unprepared for it. His cock never left me and as I slammed down, hard, on top of him, I yelled at the top of my lungs, "WHOAOOOOOO!!! AAAIIIIIEEEEE!!! OH SHIT!!! I couldn't help it! Ladies, I don't know how your plumbing is arranged but, for me, I have to be extremely careful when I get on top of a guy. Don't get me wrong; I LOVE being on top where I can control the action. It's just that if I'm not careful then the head of the guy's cock hits me in a way (and in a place) that really hurts. Even after all these years with Gary, I'm always careful to ease him into me so that it doesn't hurt. Once I have the cock where I want it, then I can move any way that I want; I just have to position it "just so". Guys, naturally I don't have any idea of what it's like to be hit or kicked in the groin but from what Gary tells me, it hurts like hell. Well, with me, sliding down on a cock without being ready produces the same kind of pain. I'm not going to give you an anatomy lesson; look it up in a book and you'll see it. At any rate, Doug's surprise move really hurt. It felt like his cock was hitting the bottom of my stomach! And to make it worse, when I tried to put my hands down on his stomach to push myself up, his huge hands kept me firmly pinned on that big tool. In addition, the fact that Doug's trunk was so damned wide was certainly not helping matters any. The combination of that, the surprise, and the size of Doug's cock were really tearing me up. Finally, I got my breath back to say, "Wait Baby, wait a second." Doug's hands relaxed as I gingerly pushed myself up (and off) his cock for a few inches. Slowly, and carefully (still with my hands firmly on Doug's belly), I moved my hips in a circular fashion until, at last, I was stretched into a position that I could accommodate him. I relaxed with a loud "Ah" coming out of my mouth. "Oh, My God, Baby. You feel like you're going to split me apart." Doug laughed. He didn't seem all that concerned! Now, his huge hands resumed their former position. They virtually encompassed my buttocks while he slowly began moving me back and forth. Although my hands were still on his stomach I relaxed them as I realized that I now had the big cock in exactly the place I wanted it. Now, Doug could see my surrender and the big hands gripped me even tighter. I was totally at his mercy; under his total control but I didn't mind it a bit. Gradually, he picked up the tempo, and began moving me back and forth at an increasingly rapid pace. If I had any previous thoughts of controlling any of my movements, well, forget it. Doug was firmly in charge. The bed was now creaking as he jerked me back and forth. I didn't even try to hold on; Doug had me so firmly pinned on his cock. I resembled a rag doll as he roughly, rapidly, moved me back and forth. My long hair was flying back and forth. It was in my face but I didn't even try to brush it back. I could feel my breasts shaking back and forth but, other than that, all I could feel was that big, stiff cock that was seemed to fill not only my vagina but my entire upper body. It was a combination of a dull pain that was totally overridden by the immense pleasure. I know that everyone's heard the expression of "it hurts so good"; well, this was definitely the embodiment of that expression. I can't say with any degree of certainty how long Doug jerked me back and forth on his cock. His size and strength were something that I had never before experienced. He was like a machine, never seeming to get tired. It was inevitable that I was going to have another orgasm and, again, it hit me with an explosion that almost made me faint. Ladies, have you ever come so hard that it seemed like it was in color? Maybe that sounds funny but that's exactly what happened. Yes, I've had orgasms in which it seemed like lights in my head going on and off. However, this time, those lights seemed like they were in all the colors of the rainbow. Yes, yes, I know it sounds like absolute nonsense but before you call me a liar, try getting on top of a stud like this, having him screw your brains out, and then tell me it's impossible. I can save you the trouble; believe me, it's not impossible. My moaning increased to even higher levels, punctuated by the rough jerking back and forth, "AH!!! AH!!! AH!!! Finally, Doug's savage movements stopped. His grip on my butt relaxed and he shifted back on the bed. Now, he sat up and gently pushed me backward until I came off his cock. I gasped as he slid out of me and for a brief instant I thought he had finally had his orgasm. Not a chance. I looked down and saw that the big damned thing was just as big and just as stiff as it had always been, except that now it was slick and shiny from the juices of my vagina. He now pulled me further up in the bed and pushed me over onto my stomach while, at the same time pulling up my hips. I obediently complied, putting my shoulders flat on the bed and pushing my butt high in the air. In an instant, he was inside me again and began his rough thrusting; this time taking long back and forth strokes. As I grabbed big handfuls of the sheets, I couldn't help but think, "Karen was telling me the truth. This guy thinks he's a fucking porn star." But, to tell you the truth, I wasn't all that displeased. And, as far as "thinking" he was a porn star, well, in my book, he WAS pretty darned good! I know this sounds like a broken record, but I couldn't tell you how long Doug screwed me doggie style. I do remember that, at one point, he picked me up, by my buttocks and screwed me while I was frantically holding on to the bed. Make no mistake about it; the guy is strong. No guy had ever done that to me before. Finally, Doug withdrew and rolled me over. Then, reaching up and grabbing two pillows he grabbed BOTH my ankles and pulled me up while placing the pillows under my butt. Now, with my ankles on his broad shoulders he again entered me with a rough push. I gasped but the best (or worst, depending on how you look at it) was to come. At first, he was screwing me while spreading my legs at the knees but then I felt his hands moving to my ankles. With one quick movement, he threw his hands (and my ankles) out as far as he could (and at 6 feet seven inches, his hands could go out a long way) while at the same time burying his huge tool inside me up to his balls. Again, came my now familiar yell, "WHOAOOOOO!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!! It felt like he was treating my legs like a wishbone that he was going to break apart. If I had been spread wide before, that was just a warm-up for what he was now doing as he fed that enormous tool into my now well-stretched vagina. I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked down at my nether region. The combination of this, the width of my legs being spread apart, and the pillow under my butt gave me the perfect view of my hapless little coochie being forced to accommodate this invader. I glanced up at Doug and saw that he was as transfixed by the sight as I was. I looked back down and watched for a few seconds and looked back up to see Doug's eyes meeting mine. By that time, I was totally spent. Doug had truly worn me out. Still I was surprised by the words that came out of my mouth at that point. With a whimpering, baby like voice that I couldn't control, I looked down at the big thing inside me and looking back at Doug, the words came out, "It's so good......It's so good......It's so good......" Doug grinned. Both of us resumed our gaze at the meshed cock and pussy, as if they were the only things in our lives; the only things that mattered at that time. Suddenly, I realized that another orgasm was coming on me and it was going to be even bigger than the previous two. The visual effect of our interlocked genitalia had pushed me over the edge. I laid back on the bed and grabbed the sheets with both hands. Looking full into Doug's eyes my whimpering increased until I lapsed into outright sobbing. Doug realized I was ready and again stopped his thrusting. I arched my back as my buttocks flexed and jerked upward to bury every inch of Doug inside me. Again, the heat, the lights and the colors combined to explode into a swirl of emotion. Only one word escaped me this time; a loud, almost primal scream of, "YES!!!" Gradually my butt relaxed as Doug resumed his back and forth movements. Only this time, his thrusting took on a new urgency. I was totally spent but I still urged him on, "Come on Baby...Come on Baby...NOW...NOW...NOW!!! LET ME HAVE IT!!!" I looked up. Doug's face was beet red and contorted as the feelings of his orgasm overtook him. He gritted his teeth and began to grunt like some sort of animal. He brought his hands down, freeing my ankles, and cupped my butt cheeks in his enormous hands. His thrusting became quicker and more deep. I could feel his colossal balls hitting against the crack of my butt. His body suddenly stiffened as he let loose his own scream, "OH YEAH!!!" I felt his big cock convulse deep inside me; again, again, and again. Even before the big rod stopped jerking inside me, I could feel the warm semen beginning to seep out of my vagina and past my rectum. Those huge balls were definitely more than "show". They had been completely full and I was the recipient of every drop from them. I could feel Doug's cock losing its former rigidity as the remnants of his tremendous orgasm were still leaking into me. His entire body relaxed and finally he looked down at me and gave me a tender kiss. I smiled back up at him as he slowly, carefully, withdrew his now-limp tool and rolled off me. He reached over for me and I rested my head on his massive arm. For a few moments, neither of us spoke until Doug finally said, "You know, I really hope that we can see each other again." I smiled back up at him and replied, "I wouldn't be surprised. I have an idea that my husband and your wife won't mind." Doug laughed, "I'm positive they won't mind." At that same instant, there was a loud knock on the door and it flew open, followed by Karen and Gary, both naked as jaybirds, holding hands, and obviously pleased with each other. Karen piped up with her mock schoolgirl voice, "Hey! So what have you kids been doing? Anything interesting?" All of us broke out laughing. Karen led Gary over to a chair, close to the foot of the bed, pushed him into it and climbed on his lap. I could see that both of them were totally satisfied; as Doug and I were. I pushed myself up so that I could see them when I realized that my legs were spread as wide as they had been when Doug had been pounding me. I made a weak attempt to bring them together, for modesty's sake, when I realized they had been spread so long (and so wide) that they were almost numb. Karen seemed to be having a similar problem as she brought up one knee and exposed her bare, glistening vagina. Both of us (and I suppose our husbands too) had the same view of each other. A view that both of us knew that meant that we had not only been screwed but screwed pretty darned well. We talked for awhile (about nothing in particular) until suddenly it became a bit silent, as if we didn't know what to do next. As usual, Karen took charge and said, "Hey, why don't we get together again in a couple of weeks?" It was exactly what I (and Karen) had in mind. While both of us wanted to do exactly what we had done tonight, it was now time for Karen and I to spend some quality horizontal time with our husbands. All of us got to our feet and we walked back into the den to retrieve our clothes. Karen and I walked together and she had to stifle her laughter at the way I was walking. It wasn't as if I was bruised or chaffed as I was after my evening with Mike and Gary. It was nothing like that at all. It was just that Doug's bulk, along with the extended session, had left my thigh muscles in such a way that it was really tough to bring my legs together. (I resolved to ask Karen how she handled it.) Karen and I dressed in close proximity to each other. I could see a trail of liquid running down her legs, past the inside of her knees nearly identical to the one I had. Karen pulled her skirt up, not bothering to put on her thong. It was pretty obvious that she and Doug were going to get into action immediately after Gary and I left. I would have done the same thing and stuffed my thong into my purse, except that I didn't want to leak anything into the car seat. Karen must have been reading my mind. She grabbed me by the elbow and led me into the small bathroom off the den. Reaching under the sink, she grabbed a box of sanitary napkins, opened one and gave it to me. "This will get you home." She giggled. I also giggled and, lifting my skirt, quickly pulled the waistband of my thong down and put the pad between my legs. We walked out where Gary and Doug were waiting on us, believe it or not, talking again about the Falcons! Karen and I shook our heads. Sometimes it's really impossible to figure out men; especially husbands. We bid each other good night as if we had shared nothing more than a meal and a few drinks and Gary and I went out the door. As we walked out to the driveway and looked back, we could see the lights go out in their living room. Gary and I both laughed and shook our heads. Doug and Karen were definitely getting ready for another "go at it". We got in the car and backed out the driveway. As we drove out of Doug and Karen's subdivision, Gary put his hand on my thigh. Not to be outdone, I put my hand over on his thigh, not more than an inch from his cock. "So, how was your evening?" Gary asked. "Pretty good." I replied, "How about yours?" "Oh, it was pretty good." was his answer. "By the way, both Karen and I could hear you yell about twenty minutes after we split up. What was up with that?" Clearly, Gary was referring to the yelp I let out when Doug had pulled me on top of him. I laughed, "I'll tell you later. Is that all that you and Karen did? Listen to us?" Now it was Gary's turn to laugh, "I think we finished awhile before you and Doug did. Couldn't help but overhear." "Nosey", was my reply. We smiled at each other in the dark. We both knew how the evening was going to end. In a few minutes we pulled into our driveway and into our garage. I think that both of us were out of the car and into the house before the garage door had even come down. We went directly to the bedroom. For a brief moment both of us stood, looking at each other. Finally, I took off my top and skirt and Gary hurriedly removed his shoes, shorts, and shirt. I then very deliberately pulled down my thong (along with the now-soaked pad) and stood naked before my husband. He grinned broadly at me and pulled down his under shorts. In the light I could see that he was almost fully erect. He reached for me and would have probably had me flat on my back at that point but I pulled away saying, "Hey, I don't know about you but I need a shower." Gary grinned, grabbed my hand and led me into the bathroom. As he turned on the water full blast, I reached under the sink and produced a large bulb syringe that I utilized for keeping my nether region nice and fresh. Gary's brow furrowed as he looked at me. I laughed at his look and said, "Hey, it's a Woman Thing." I already had a mixture of mild soap and water in it but I unscrewed the nozzle and held the bulb up to the showerhead to completely fill it. Now Gary's curiosity was really going into overdrive. When the bulb was completely filled, I replaced the nozzle and set it on the edge of the tub. By now Gary and I were completely drenched by the pounding spray and I reached down for a bar of soap. "Hands up," I commanded him, and began to run the bar of soap across his arms and chest. Then, dropping to my knees, I began to lather up his cock and balls. Through the spray I looked up at him and smiled as I worked by hands under his balls and finally back and forth on his now erect tool. "I think you're all clean now baby." I reached my arms up so that Gary could pull me to my feet. He reached for the bar of soap. "Not yet, honey," I said, "Something else to take care of." I sat down on the edge of our custom tub. One of the first things that we changed when we bought the house was to completely remodel the bathrooms and one of my biggest "must haves" was a bathtub with a wide ledge that we could comfortably sit on without fear of falling off. Now, I reclined and handed the bulb up to Gary, "OK, baby. Make yourself useful." I slightly parted my legs and guided him as he gently eased the nozzle into my vagina. "Slowly Baby, slowly." When the nozzle was totally inside me, I ordered Gary, "Squeeze." He obediently complied. I felt the warm water course into me. "Again." Another warm gush. "Once more. OK" My Coming Out - A Friend's Surprise Gary was wide eyed. Even after all these years of marriage, this was one of my "housekeeping" tasks that he hadn't seen before. "OK," I said, bringing my legs closely together. "Take it out, slowly." After Gary had done this, I reached my arms up. "Pull me up, honey." He gently complied and when I was on my feet I parted my legs and pushed down with my abdominal muscles with all my might. A mixture of soap, water, and, well, you know what, gushed out of me like a waterfall. Gary's look was priceless. "Oh, Honey," I said with my mock Southern draw, "You men just don't know what we women have to put up with, do you?" Gary laughed sheepishly and shook his head. I sat back on the edge of the tub and ordered him to repeat the process. Three squeezes from the bulb, followed by another torrent from between my legs and I was totally spic and span. I handed Gary the bar of soap, "OK, baby. Now, I'm ready." He ran the bar across my arms and breasts and finally down between my legs. I let him run the bar back and forth across my vulva and gently pushed him back. Turning my back to him, I placed my hands on the wall and spread my legs, "OK, back there too." He gently rubbed the bar between my butt cheeks giving me a ticklish sensation as he finished. We stood together as the spray washed off the thick later of soap that was on us. Gary reached over, turned off the water and grabbed the thick towel off the rack. Gently, he wiped the water off my back and breasts. Then, going down to his knees, he dried my legs and feet. During the process, I made absolutely sure that my legs were apart so that he had a clear view while I teased him by pointing out, "Oh, you missed this part...Oh, right here." Of course, he hadn't missed anything but I was just being positive that he was getting an eyeful of what he was going to be having. When I was dry, I took the towel from him and dried him off in the same manner that he had used with me. As I got to my knees, I gently ran the towel over his cock and balls. He was already beginning to breathe heavily. I knew that he was in no mood to be teased any further. I threw the towel down and we headed back into the bedroom. Gary turned to me and we shared a deep kiss. I pressed my breasts against him as hard as I could, at the same time pinning his hard cock firmly between us. He pushed me back onto the bed and I scooted backward spreading my legs for him. Just as an afterthought, I grabbed a pillow and put it under my butt. Gary positioned himself and would have probably entered me immediately but, just for this evening, I wanted to try something a little different. Remembering Karen's little trick of two weeks ago, I resolved to give it a try. "Huh Uh, Honey. Come on. Let me. Come on." I whispered. At the same time, I reached down and wrapped my hand around my husband's tool. Gary grinned and replied, "OK, go ahead." He repositioned himself to where he was supporting himself on his knees and both hands. He was giving me complete control. I spread wide and pulled the stiff cock to where the head was brushing against my labia. "Don't move. Don't move." I cautioned, "Let me. Let me." Gary complied. I grasped the stiff shaft even tighter and rubbed the head back and forth until it was well lubricated from my moisture. Then, I moved the head up to my stiff clit, directing it up, down, across, and around. The sensation and pure pleasure that the big, spongy cock head was giving me was absolutely exquisite. Yes, I've used vibrators in the past and, yes, I do have a couple in the nightstand next to the bed. However, at least to me, the sensations provided by a hard plastic cylinder are NOTHNG compared to those given to me by my husband's cock. Just no comparison! I kept up my movements, varying them only to rub the head against my lips, obtaining even more moisture. My husband's big cock head glistened as I made little circles around my protruding clit. Gary was as fascinated with the sight as I was. Finally, both of us looked up into each other's eyes. We were both gasping from the sheer pleasure that we were sharing. "Honey, you've got the greatest cock I've ever had," I whispered. I was dead serious. Yes, I may have had bigger but the way that Gary makes love to me; the way he makes me feel is like no other guy I've had. Corny? Maybe, but that's just the way it is. And, his complete lack of jealousy has done nothing except to make me love him more. But now, the rubbing of his rigid shaft against my clit was having the desired effect. I could feel my approaching orgasm. I moved the cock head down to my labia and with one swift upward move of my hips buried most of that great cock inside me. "OK, Honey! Now! NOW!" I gasped. Gary was more than ready. Reaching down and grabbing my hips, he buried the rest of his tool deep inside me. I yelled out, not from pain but from pure pleasure (I was so wet, that I easily accommodated him.) Gary began his thrusting; roughly, urgently. I reached up dug my nails into his back, at the same time wrapping my legs around him and locking my ankles just about his butt. I couldn't help thinking to myself, "Now, THIS is more like it!" Although Doug had been absolutely great, his gigantic bulk had stretched my legs to the point that I don't think I could have taken someone like him on a nightly basis. As I learned later from Karen, she had, in a way, become accustomed to it but, for me, I don't think so. But now, Gary's rough thrusting was having its effect on me. He hadn't been going for more than a couple of minutes when I began to feel the familiar sensations in my belly emanating outward, and taking over my entire being. I began to sob from the sheer pleasure and began kicking my legs. My mouth was wide open but I couldn't form any words; only a loud guttural moan, "Ooooooo!" I felt Gary's hands tighten on my butt checks. Finally, he pulled back, almost to the point of taking his cock out; then slammed the tool back inside me with a force that almost knocked my breath out. "Oh, YEAH!" The big thing convulsed inside me; again and again. Gary's body finally relaxed. I restored my legs to where they were again around him with my ankles firmly locked. We looked at each other with loving, thoroughly satisfied smiles. "You know, Honey?" I whispered, "You and Karen seemed to be awfully satisfied with each other." Gary smiled, "You and Doug didn't seem to be so dissatisfied." I giggled, "Oh, I guess he was OK. Do you think we should see them again?" Gary laughed, "I think it'll probably be OK. Now, what was the reason that you yelled so loud, when you were with Doug?" "I'm sleepy. I'll tell you tomorrow or, better still, tomorrow night. OK?" Gary laughed and nodded his head. We gradually released our grip on each other and Gary slipped out of me. I cuddled up against him and casually ran my fingertips over his now-limp member. In my best little Southern Girl draw, I purred, "Poor thing, he's tired." "Don't worry, he'll be fine tomorrow night," was his rejoinder. "I know and I can't wait." I replied. We both drifted off to sleep. It had been a fantastic night.