Luke continued to slide his cock into me until he had his entire 10 inch cock inside me. I have never felt so full before in my life.
Slowly he started to withdraw, until he was almost out. Then he reached around to my front, and wrapped his arms around my chest. Luke made me stand up until I was almost stood up straight. Then he pushed his cock into me again. At this new angle the entire length of his cock slid across my prostate gland. I almost came on the spot. Luke withdrew and I felt the head of his cock draw across my prostate. Then he pushed into me again, and I felt him push into my prostate.
My entire life was now condensed into a constant orgasmic experience. Every time he pulled out I quivered with pleasure, and every time he pushed in I quivered with pleasure. I was constantly on the verge of a total orgasmic explosion.
Luke was starting to pant, and moan, as his climax built in him. He was close.
“Luke, Take me with you, I want us both to cum together.”
He started to hammer into me. Constantly rubbing in and out over my prostate.
Then, with a final pure animal grunt, he stiffened, and then shuddered, as he filled me with cum.
This put me over the edge, I started to spill my cum over the grass in front of me.
Again and again we both spurted our cum. Luke, deep inside my body, and me on the ground in front of me.
Gradually, we both came back down. I could hardly stand, and Luke helped to support me, as we both sank down onto the grass.
When we had recovered, we both started to dress. I said”Luke, I would like this to continue, if you are willing.”
“Alex, Trust me, I am more than willing. I insist.”
We exchanged phone numbers.
Before walking away I turned and asked, “Are you gay, or bi?”
Luke said “I’m bi, Why is that?”
I told him, “I want you to meet my wife, Claire. She will love you.”
Riverbank Park Ch2.
Riverbank Park is a local fishing spot where I regularly go to catch a feed of fish.
Both Claire and I are partial to fresh fish.
Riverbank Park has a reputation for being one of our state’s top fishing spots.
It also has a less savory reputation. It is a known gay cruising spot.
On my last trip to the river I met Luke. A bi-sexual Adonis, built like a Greek God.
Luke has got the biggest cock I have ever seen, and my wife Claire, has a thing for big cocks.
I have a thing for big cocks too, but I have an even bigger thing for watching Claire enjoy one.
“Honey, I met somebody today,” I said to my wife, Claire.
We had just finished fucking like rabbits for the second time tonight.
Lying back, and catching our breath. I was gently stroking my fingers across one of Claire’s beautiful C cup breasts, and watching the nipple pucker up from the stimulation. Claire has always had sensitive nipples, and it didn’t take much to pucker them up into hard little bullets.
Claire said, “I know you did, Alex. I can always tell when you’ve been well fucked, because you are always as horny as hell afterwards.”
“You would love him,” I said to her. “Claire, he has the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen.”
Claire said, “you have the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.”
“Luke has a cock which is at least 10 inches long, and it is at least twice as thick as mine is.”
This seemed to get my wife’s attention. “Tell me more, Babe.”
So I told her about the amazing fuck that Luke and I had enjoyed this afternoon down at Riverbank Park. While I told her about it we gently stroked each other, to keep the fires gently smoldering so to speak.
After I finished my story, we fucked again for a third time tonight, before eventually succumbing to fatigue, and falling asleep, wrapped in each others arms.
The next day Claire asked me when she could meet this wonderful stud who had so thoroughly fucked her husband. After all, it isn’t every night that I can reload three times for her. Two is usually my limit.
I told her I would call Luke and see what I could do.
At lunch time I told Claire that we would be going fishing this afternoon, down at Riverbank Park, and I was confident that she would catch a really big one. Claire smiled at me, and told me that she was going to shower and get dressed for an afternoon of fishing.
Later that afternoon I was sitting on the lounge when Claire walked in. She was wearing a light summer dress which was cut short, exposing most of her slender but shapely thighs. The top was cut square and a little low, to show off the swell of her breasts and some of the cleavage between them. “Fuck babe, Can I have a bit of that before we leave?”
“Sorry, I’m saving it for a special occasion,” she said.
I pouted. She smiled and told me it would be worth it if I was willing to wait. I was willing to wait.
We grabbed the fishing gear and headed off to the park.
Claire and I made our way along the riverbank trail. Claire made sure to tread extra carefully. She did not want to mess up her pretty dress, or her hair, which she had just had done yesterday.
As she worked her way around one tree she had to lean forward, and I could see straight down the front of my wife’s dress. No bra, nice, her beautiful C cup breasts didn’t need one anyway, they could stand up for themselves.
We continued along the bank until we came to the reed bed which was right down to the waters edge on this side of the grassy clearing.
I wanted Claire to have a full, uninterrupted view of Luke when she entered the clearing, so I told her to lead the way, “But be careful Babe, I don’t want you to fall in.”
Claire started to ease forward, bending over as she did, to keep herself low and improve her balance.
I looked at her from behind. Fuck me, my wife was not wearing any panties either. She really had made the effort to dress for the occasion. I told her I appreciated her doing that.
She grinned back at me. “You are most welcome, Babe.”
Claire entered the grassy clearing, and stopped right where I had stopped yesterday. I swear, it was in exactly the same spot.
I looked past my wife, and there just like yesterday, stood Luke, again naked, and again gently stroking his magnificent cock like it was the most natural thing in the world to be doing.
Claire gasped, and licked her lips. Luke said, “Hi, You must be Claire? I’m Luke, would you like to come and help me with this?” Luke tilted his head down to indicate his cock.
“It would be my pleasure,” my wife said, as she moved toward Luke.
“Alex, you were right, Your wife truly is a beauty, and shares your taste in men.”
Claire was on her knees in front of Luke. Two hands wrapped around his cock, and licking the big purple plum like head as if it was a big lollypop. Every now and again she would wrap her lips around the head and suck away the constant stream of pre-cum that Luke was oozing.
Then Claire did something that always amazes me. She took her hands away, and folded them behind her back. Then with her flaming red hair acting as a curtain, she wrapped her lips around the cock in front of her and slowly, but unstoppable slid her mouth down over that cock, and took the entire ten inches down her throat until her lips were kissing his balls and belly.