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Irene, on her back in the middle of the superking-sized bed, planted the soles of her feet firmly on the cotton sheet. Gazing up at the whirling ceiling fan, she inhaled slowly and deeply. With the expansion of her chest, firm breasts rose impressively and brown nipples pointed majestically skywards. Irene drew her heels back towards her buttocks, allowing her knees to fall sideways and so spreading her soft thighs wide apart. Another silent, deep breath and she wriggled, getting comfortable on the pillow that had been placed under under her hips. With thighs agape and pelvis raised, Irene?s sweet sex was invitingly visible and available. Her arms rested by her sides, clammy palms flat to the bedding. The ceiling fan barely disturbed the air. From the bedside radio came the sounds of chamber music, soft and relaxing. Irene needed to relax, needed to be soothed. She looked along her tanned body, between her breasts and over her slowly-undulating tummy, beyond the trimmed hair of her raised mound to her naked husband. Oliver was slightly to her right on the far side of the room, his back resting against the wall. His cock, slightly smaller than the perceived average, was twitching in the initial stages of arousal. He smiled at Irene, deep brown eyes glistening in his swarthy face. A few beads of sweat had formed on his top lip and on the brow beneath close-cropped black hair. Only minutes ago, he had been licking and lapping at Irene?s pussy, rubbing a thumb over her clit and crooking two fingers inside, stimulating her until she was dripping and squelching. A few moments more and she might have managed a mini-orgasm, the little fire that Oliver?s fingers and tongue sometimes lit. But her husband had retreated, murmuring, ?That?s my girl, wet and ready.? Irene felt the mattress move and slightly turned her head to focus on the man who had clambered aboard and was now kneeling between her open legs. He was a big, solid man - much bigger than her husband - with sandy blond hair cropped short. But it was the looming bronzed torso that captured Irene?s attention. Sucking in air, Irene held her breath as she viewed broad shoulders and chest, rippling stomach muscles and solid thighs. All that took mere seconds to register but a gasp slipped from between crimson lips when she saw the erection pointing at her open pussy. ?Oh my,? she muttered, her mouth suddenly parched. She swallowed, creating a little saliva which she tongued around her mouth and licked over dry lips. It was an unwitting, seductive action: breathless and stunned, Irene didn?t realise that her darting tongue was so suggestive. The man with alsancak escort the mammoth cock smiled, tips of white teeth gleaming. Although enthralled, spellbound even, by the massive rod hovering near her groin, Irene?s attention was distracted by Oliver walking towards a chair on her right. His penis, the only one she?d ever had inside her, was now erect but it looked minuscule beneath his slight paunch. She gave a tentative smile in his direction but her eyes oscillated between the two cocks. Irene was amazed that they could look so different. Oliver sat, stroked his erection between thumb and two fingers, and returned her smile. The mattress rocked again and Irene?s attention switched back to the man who was preparing to feed her his vast pole. She was stunned, lost in wild and fearful images of being speared by this whopping stake. The man placed cool palms on her knees and gently eased them further east and west, all the time edging forward until his cock rested on her abdomen, his balls nestling against her mound. The thick shaft felt heavy, hot and solid. The purple skin of the mighty dome looked satin smooth and, fleetingly, Irene was tempted to touch it, wondering if it really was as silky as it appeared. But the man grasped his tool in his right hand, settled back onto his haunches and presented the imposing head to her engorged pussy lips. Irene gasped again, thrilled but also apprehensive about the imminent intrusion of something so large. She quickly glanced back at her husband and saw he was staring intently at the huge helmet rubbing up and down her slippery vulva. Oliver?s masturbating hand now matched the steady rhythm of the cock sliding along her glistening slit. ?Your husband has prepared you well. You are nicely wet, very juicy.? The bass voice, although little more than a whisper, regained her attention. ?Am I?? she croaked, barely audible and looking at the man?s broad, toothy smile. ?Hmm,? he confirmed, nodding. The tip of the meaty dome had now nudged slightly between her pink folds. ?I think you are ready for me. Have you got the condom, Oliver?? ?It?s right here, Thomas,? said Oliver, rising from his seat. He picked up a packet from the bedside table, ripped it open but didn?t remove the condom. He handed over the opened packet, smiled reassuringly at Irene, and returned to his chair. Irene watched Thomas roll on the pink sheath. Fully unfurled, it reached halfway down his meaty missile and Irene inhaled sharply, her eyebrows raised in startled amazement. Oliver never unrolled a condom all the way and now she knew, if any confirmation alsancak escort bayan was needed, that she was expected to participate in something quite different, a totally new experience in her life. Irene had ultimately bowed to her husband?s wishes, even admitting to herself that she was somewhat curious: maybe Olly was right, maybe there was more enjoyment to be had in her sex life. So, here she lay. With the insistent encouragement of her husband, who was now naked and watching at her bedside, she was primed to be fucked by another man, a complete stranger. But that isn?t the full story, thought Irene. She took another deep breath. It wasn?t enough that this professional stud was a handsome hulk... oh no, Olly had to arrange much more. Between muscular thighs, her escort had an outstanding, monumental shaft of astonishing proportions. Irene still couldn?t believe her eyes. It was a startling sight: solidly erect, blood pulsating through thick veins, the bulging purple head was threatening to burst through the thin condom. And it was intended for her. Suddenly, Irene panicked. . . ~~~~~~~~~~~ A virgin when she married, Irene didn?t have any complaints with Oliver?s bedroom technique. He?d had several partners and was a gentle teacher, guiding and talking to her about her needs, always striving to ensure that she was satisfied. But, as the years passed, Irene found it strange that her husband would frequently raise the topic of her sexual fulfillment. She insisted that he satisfied her needs. But Oliver did not appear convinced. In fact, he became increasingly doubtful until he reached the stage of being adamant, shaking his head and telling Irene that she wasn?t being entirely truthful. Bemused, Irene would shrug her pretty shoulders, smile sweetly and tell him not to be silly. ?I am very happy,? she?d say.*That much was certainly true. And, because Oliver was her only lover, she was unable to form any comparisons, good or bad.*Also,*Irene didn?t have anything like the sexual appetite of her husband and was, indeed, contented.* Still, despite all her assurances, Oliver convinced himself of two things: that his small penis was inadequate and that Irene must wonder about sex with another man, a lover with a bigger cock. And, as years passed and their love-making became less frequent, he believed this dwindling of activity was further indication that Irene was dissatisfied. The subject constantly filled Oliver?s thoughts until one night, in bed after making love, he could contain himself no more. With Irene?s head resting on his shoulder, he suggested that he escort alsancak should find a sex partner for her. ?What?? she said, lifting her head and looking into his eyes. ? Did I hear right? You want me to have another man?? Oliver glanced away from her stare and gazed up at the ceiling. ?Yes,? he said, ?that?s what I think we should do.? ?We? I?m really sorry here, Olly but I just don?t understand what you?re talking about.? ?Yes you do,? he said, turning and looking at his wife?s furrowed brow. ?We?ve talked about it a lot...? ?No,? Irene interrupted. ?You?ve talked about it and I?ve listened. Why can?t you understand that I?m perfectly satisfied with our sex. Didn?t you just enjoy what we did?? Oliver bit on his bottom lip and Irene?s brown eyes glared at him. ?Well, did you?? ?Yes, my love, of course I did but that?s not the point.? Irene sighed. ?Oh Olly, why can?t you understand?? She lifted Oliver?s arm away from behind her neck and slumped back heavily onto her pillow. ?Will you never believe me? What can I do to prove to you that you?re completely wrong?? ?I?m not wrong. I love you so much Irene, always have and always will. That?s why I want you to have the very best in everything and that includes sex.? ?But I...? It was Oliver?s turn to cut his wife?s protests short. ?No, Irene, you don?t know. I?m the only man you?ve ever been with and you don?t know what you?re missing. Please, my darling, let me for once make this arrangement. Just once, that?s all I ask.? The bedroom fell silent for a few minutes, Irene debating and Oliver waiting. ?Just once?? she finally queried, her voice soft, almost tremulous. ?Yes, one time,? he said eagerly. ?I want you to see, to find out, just what you?re missing. How much better sex can be. Listen, I?ve told you this before. It?s not just about you, it?s about me as well.? Irene turned her head to look at her anxious husband. ?I find this all so strange,? she said. ?I really don?t understand how you could want me to go with another man let alone watch him...well, fuck me. Because that?s what it?d be. Fucking not loving.? ?That?s the whole idea,? said Oliver, the corners of his mouth twitching in a smile. ?It would be pure physical pleasure for you, not an affair or anything. And, for my part, I get the pleasure of seeing you really enjoy being fucked good and proper.? ?What makes you think I?d enjoy it?? ?Oh, Irene my love,? he said, turning his head and kissing her temple. ?You will, I know you will. You like the sex we have but there?s so much more you can enjoy. Believe me, I know that much, darling.? Irene looked at the ceiling and resumed her internal debate. Why is Olly so adamant? Could he be right? Am I really missing something? And would it make him happy? How does that work, Olly being happy to watch another man fuck me? Does that mean he loves me even more than I think? ?Please, darling.? Oliver?s pleading voice broke into her thoughts.