Wife falls for a Bigger Cock

I was a better than average student in high school in the Houston area where I grew up but wasn’t interested in going to a four-year college. Instead, I enrolled in a community college vocational program to study to become an electrical technician. My name is Mark, and I continued dating my high school sweetheart, Megan, who is one year younger than me, while attending the community college, and she also attended there after high school, taking general and business courses.

After graduating with an associate degree, I got a job with a cellular communications contractor in Houston working as a communications technician, which also requires cell tower work. We’re under contract to service, maintain, and repair cellular communications and cell tower equipment for a large cellular company, which sometimes requires travel in a four-state area.

I was assigned to work with and be mentored by a forty-year-old technician, named Gary, and we work well together. I enjoyed working with Gary, and he appreciated my hard work, interest in the job, and enthusiasm. We had been working together for about six months when the main events in this story began, at a time when Megan and I had just gotten married, while she was still enrolled at the community college.

Getting to Know Gary Better

Gary and I had been on many out-of-own assignments over that first six months, but I learned something new about him on our three-day, two-night assignment in San Antonio, where we left on Wednesday morning, and returned Friday evening. Our company had recently initiated a cost-cutting program and changed the travel policy. We were then required to share a motel room on company travel, which really felt strange, at least in the beginning.

We usually work late and go back to our room right after dinner, and Gary doesn’t seem to be the least bit modest as he lounges in our room in tight boxer shorts and a t-shirt. It was a little uncomfortable at first, seeing the prominent lumps of what looked to be a thick, soft, over-six-inch long cock and egg-sized balls in his underwear, and I couldn’t help staring at him when I thought he wasn’t looking. I wear loose boxer shorts and a t-shirt in the room, and I was guessing that my hard cock is about the size of his on soft.

On that first trip after the travel policy change, I was watching television in my bed, and Gary was partially under the covers reading a thick, paperback book. It also looked like he was rubbing his crotch, and I asked, “What are you reading, Gary?”

He looked a little embarrassed and replied, “Oh, this is just one of those ‘Letters to Penthouse’ books which is a compilation of reader’s short stories republished from the ‘Penthouse Letters’ magazine.”

I had never heard of either of those publications before, and asked, “What types of stories are they?”

Gary smiled sheepishly and answered, “Well, if you must know, they’re porn stories mostly about cheating wives, their husbands who like to watch, and a lot of extramarital affair-related situations.”

I asked, “Why are you reading that shit, and how did you get started?”

He smiled again and replied, “I hate to admit it, but this is jerking material for me, on these nights when we’re out of town. I purchased the books accidentally as a mystery box at a flea market a few months ago. There were twenty of these books in the box, and I have found out since that there have been dozens of them published.”

I pressed harder and said, “I met your wife, Sandy, at our company picnic last year, and she’s beautiful. Why do you need to read that shit and whack off to it?” Thinking of her should be enough to hold you over. And fuck, Gary, it looks like you’re playing with yourself right in front of me.”

Gary answered, “Yeah, I met your wife, Megan, at that company picnic too, and she’s a beautiful and sexy young thing. I could hardly keep my eyes off her. But that doesn’t mean that you don’t need some relief when you’re apart. Sandy and I have sex almost every day, many days more than once, but I’m always horny for more pussy. Reading these books helps take the edge off. I brought an extra one with me on this trip, and I’d be happy to loan it to you if you’re interested.”

Talking about those books, and just the idea that my coworker was jerking off in the bed next to me, was making me a little curious, and I said, “Okay, thanks, I might as well see what’s gets you so fucking horny.”

I read a few stories, was surprised how arousing they are, and I soon found myself playing with my cock just like Gary was doing. I finally asked, “Holy shit, Gary, are these supposed to be true stories from readers, or do you think that the ‘Penthouse’ writers just make this shit up? I can’t believe that women would cheat on their husbands like this, or in other cases, the husbands would be participating in their wives’ infidelity and doing other homo stuff.”

He answered, “I’m not sure if they’re all true or not, but enough people are aroused by them that they’re able to not only sell the magazines, but also these compilations. Knowing how they excite me; I’m guessing that a lot of people feel the same way. And there seems to be enough variety in the characters, their motivations, and the storylines to be pleasing to many different types of readers.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, and I asked, “What do you mean when you say there are different motivations and different types of readers?”

Gary seemed to be happy that I was interested enough to want to talk more about the stories, and he put down his book, before answering, “Well, it’s pretty easy to see how the wives could get excited about fucking men who are better hung and better lovers than their husbands. What’s interesting to me, though, is how some men can be so willing to be cuckolded by their wives, giving her to men for their pleasure, while the other men can be more dominating and take advantage of the situation to get more married pussy, like they’re some kind of breeders.”

His comment got me thinking. After reading only a few of those stories, I found myself identifying more with the cuckold characters, and being aroused by the concept of Megan fucking other men. I wondered how Gary identified himself, and asked, “I don’t mean to be nosy, Gary, but what type of reader are you? Do you fantasize about other men fucking Sandy, or do you think of yourself as the dominating lover fucking other men’s wives?”

He laughed before replying, “Well, you’ve been staring at my crotch enough, even when my cock is soft, to know that I’m well-hung, and I see myself as the lover in those stories, seducing other men’s wives, whether in cheating or a cuckold situation. It really gets me off fantasizing about making love to and fucking other men’s wives, and even the possibility of impregnating them. I especially like the situations where older men breed other men’s younger wives, especially when trying to knock them up, and other aspects involving the husbands too.”

I was starting to see him as a much more dominant guy, and it was strangely exciting to me hearing that he was actively thinking about fucking other men’s wives. I couldn’t help wondering if he was thinking about Megan that way, and I said, “Damn, Gary, even after working with you for many months, I had no idea that you would be so sexually aggressive and horny like this. Have you ever fucked another man’s wife, and if so, you haven’t been thinking about fucking my wife, have you?”

Gary seemed to be amused by my questions, and responded, “I’ve always had a wandering eye for other men’s girlfriends and wives, but it wasn’t until I got these books a few months ago that I realized there was likely a lot of swapping and cuckolding going on in the world, and it was possible to participate in it. I haven’t fucked another man’s wife yet, but I’m always looking for the opportunity. And, hey, no offense, buddy, but your Megan is only nineteen and a half years old, beautiful, built like a brick shithouse, and sexy. I’d jump your sweet, young wife in a second, given the chance. My cock gets hard just thinking about that body of hers.”

I was a little stunned at first hearing him talk about Megan that way and surprised at myself that I wasn’t really offended. I couldn’t blame him. Megan is five feet and seven inches tall, weighs one hundred and twenty-eight pounds, and has light brown hair and eyes. She also has a gorgeous, sculpted ass and full and round 32DD breasts. She’s beautiful, in a girl next door kind of way, and looks amazingly like the actress, Haley Bennett, who you might have seen in the movies, ‘Girl on the Train’, ‘The Magnificent Seven’, and many others.

I wasn’t sure what to say after his comments about my wife, and I thought I’d acknowledge what he said, but also change the subject a little to give me a chance to absorb everything. I said, “Thanks for the compliments on Megan, but Sandy is hot too. And I’m curious about something you mentioned earlier. What did you mean when you said there were other aspects you liked too, involving the other husbands?”

Gary thought for a few seconds, and replied, “This one is a little different since I’ve never been the least bit homosexual. But many of the stories talk about the cuckold husbands fluffing and then cleaning the cocks of the men fucking their wives and cleaning their wives’ cunts with their mouths after being fucked, and eating the other man’s cum.”

He paused for a moment, and continued, “I can really get into the idea of having a husband being submissive to me that way, as part of the whole context of fucking his wife. I’m not sure how I’d feel about myself if I let a man suck my cock, but I think I’d be willing to let a guy suck me off if he was hungry for it. In some of the stories, the cuckold husbands become cock suckers, even when the wives aren’t involved. That’s how the whole thing gets started in many of the stories, where the husband becomes submissive to the other guy and sucks his cock, as a prelude to that guy fucking his wife.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, especially since two of the stories I read involved the husbands cleaning the cocks and balls of their wives’ lovers with their mouths, and it didn’t seem that off-putting to me. So, I lied a little, and replied, “I haven’t read too much about that yet, but I could see how you’d enjoy being sucked by the husband, to kind of show him his place in the pecking order before you breed his wife. That seems so primal.”

We both returned to reading our books after that, and although Gary had had his knees raised supporting the sheet and obscuring my view, I could tell by the slapping, squishy sounds, and movements that he was openly jacking off with me in the other bed right next to him. I tried not to let him see me paying attention to him, but I got a good view of his bare, muscular ass and his balls swinging between his legs, when he abruptly got out of bed with his underwear down to his midthighs, as he shuffled to the bathroom to ejaculate.

He was smiling sheepishly when he came back into the room, and said, “Sorry, Mark, but after all the reading, and us talking about this stuff, I had to pump out a big load. You can feel free to do the same thing if you want to.”

I wasn’t sure if he was testing me to see if I would get upset about him mentioning Megan again that second time, or what, but I ignored his comment. Then we both resumed reading our books until we fell asleep reading.

The next day at work in the equipment room was interesting since we were both making comments about different aspects of the stories, and at one point, Gary asked, “What are your thoughts, Mark, now that you’ve had a chance to read quite a few of those stories? Do you find them interesting and are they arousing to you?”

With his two comments about my wife the previous night, me not reacting negatively to them, and me continuing to read the book, I was getting the feeling that he might be trying to test the waters about me being willing to let him fuck Megan. I’ll admit to myself that the idea of having him or other hung men fuck my wife was beginning to be arousing to me, but I wasn’t ready to reveal my feelings until I had a chance to talk with Megan about it.

So, I responded in a non-committal way, saying, “This sounds strange talking to another guy about this, but I do think those books are arousing, even though I’m not sure that I believe all of them are true accounts. So, I think I might be joining you in rushing to the bathroom after reading the rest of that book tonight.”

Gary and I both jerked off that second night, although not in full sight of the other, and that was kind of a weird feeling, knowingly doing that together. I stayed up half the night finishing the first book, and on the almost three-hour drive back to Houston the next day, we talked more about the stories.

Before Gary dropped me off at home, I asked, “Would you mind if I borrowed the other book for a few days? Maybe I’ll get a chance to read it when Megan is out.”

Gary said, “Sure, Mark, I’m glad you’re interested in it. But you might want to show it to Megan too, just to see if she has any interest in reading those stories.”

Getting Megan Involved

It was obvious that Gary was trying to get Megan interested, and I thought it would be fun to show the book to her, so we could read it together. When we went to bed that night, I said, “Gary showed me some books on this last trip to San Antonio that I had never seen before, and I got him to let me bring one of them home with me. I had never read any type of porn before, but this book is kind of interesting.”

I went into some depth explaining what the book is about and how Gary got it but didn’t tell her much else at that time. Megan’s reaction was the same as mine had been, at first. She asked, “What are you reading this kind of shit for, honey? Aren’t I enough to keep you excited?”

“Yeah, I felt the same way in the beginning,” I said, “But after reading a few of the stories, I found them to be kind of arousing. Won’t you at least read one of them with me? We can put it away after that if you’re not interested. And yes, honey, you’re more than enough to keep me satisfied. This is just something new that I came across and wanted to share with you.”

Megan hesitantly agreed, and by the end of the first story she was starting to warm up to it a little bit. By the middle of the second story, she was stroking my cock as we read it. By the time we finished the second story I had turned around in the bed and was sucking her very wet pussy as she sucked my cock, and we gave each other massive orgasms.

We read another story after that, and then fucked with me on top, as she wrapped her legs around my ass. I ate her out after that, as I always do after we fuck, and we were in the afterglow of our second orgasm, as she said, “Holy fuck, honey, I had no idea that reading trash like that could be so arousing.”

I wanted to test the waters a little, and said, “See, I told you it could be arousing. What turns you on so much about it?”

She thought for a few seconds and said, “You’ve always been a good and considerate lover, and I love your thick cock, but it was amazing how those stories described the emotions and feelings of the wives letting other men into their bedrooms, the way they enjoyed taking bigger cocks, and how they felt about their husbands being open to it, and even sucking the other men’s cocks.”

Megan paused for a moment, and personalized her response as she continued, “I told you before that I fucked a few boys with huge cocks before we met, and you didn’t seem to be upset by it. You even asked me questions about them so you could compare them to yourself. Maybe that’s why the stories are arousing to me, and why I think you like reading about those big cocks too.”

My cock is thick, uncircumcised, and a little over six inches long on hard, and I had never had a complaint from any of the girls I’d fucked in high school before dating Megan. So, it was a new and kind of exciting feeling being compared negatively to another man for the first time since we were married, even if he was just in a story and from her memories.

Megan and I stayed in bed most of the weekend reading the stories together and fucking. There were a dozen of them that we read over and over because Megan loves them. They’re ones about hard-core cuckold couples, where the lovers have huge cocks and the husbands are submissive to the wives and their lovers, and the husbands suck the lovers’ cocks.

By Sunday evening she began to quiz me about Gary’s motivation in letting me read and loaning me the book. I explained multiple times that I’m the one who started talking about it with him.

She wasn’t convinced, and said, “Judging from the way Gary was staring at me at the picnic last year, even with his beautiful wife nearby, I wouldn’t put it past him to try to put the idea in our heads for him to fuck me. But that would be dangerous since we’re trying to start a family, and I’m not taking birth control now.”

Then she asked, “What are the circumstances where you saw him reading that book in the first place?”

I described the way he wears those tight boxer shorts in the room, how he was partially obscured by the sheet when he was jerking himself, and then how he went to the bathroom to ejaculate.

She laughed and said, “Holy shit, honey, he doesn’t mind putting it out there, does he, showing you everything he’s got? You’d better be careful that he doesn’t try to get you to suck his cock, like described in so many of those stories.”

That wasn’t totally true, so I said, “Well, I haven’t seen everything. Just the lumps in his boxers when his cock’s soft and his bare ass, with his big balls swinging between his legs, as he shuffled to the bathroom to get off.”

Megan said, “Maybe not everything, but that’s a lot. Tell me about the lumps in his boxers. Also, has he said anything about me in your conversations so far?”

I thought that Megan was showing a little too much interest, and she hung on my every word as I answered, “I’m not used to looking at other men’s junk, but his cock appears to be about the same size on soft as mine is on hard, and his balls are the size of eggs. I’m guessing his cock might be over nine inches long on hard. And in case you’re interested in more, his ass is muscular, and his balls swinging between his legs were hanging low. I thought all of this would turn you off, but instead you seem to be maybe even a little turned on by it.”

Then I answered her second question, saying, “And yes, he has mentioned you. He’s brazen and really and seems to be obsessed with your obvious beauty and body, but also the fact that you’re still nineteen. As he put it, ‘I’d jump your sexy teen wife in a second, given the chance. My cock gets hard just thinking about that body of hers.’ And that’s a little scary to me since he said that he likes the stories about the other men impregnating the cuckolds’ wives, especially young wives.”

Megan cocked her head and asked, “Well, what did you say when he said that? Did you stand up for my honor?”

I replied, “He made a couple of flattering comments about you, and I saw no reason to cause a big stink. I’m proud of you and the way you look, and it’s a little arousing to me when other men drool over you. I just tried to take it all in stride as compliments.”

Megan had a reputation for being kind of wild in her junior and senior years of high school, even after we started dating in my senior year. One night when we were out and she had too much to drink, she admitted having sex with several boys with bigger cocks than mine. She wasn’t trying to belittle me, but it just came out in conversation after we fucked. I wasn’t surprised my comments about Gary’s big cock were arousing to her, especially after reading those stories.

She said, “I’m not totally sure how I feel about all this, but I am curious how you feel?”

I didn’t know if she was trying to trap me into admitting more than I wanted to at that moment, so I just gave a mealy-mouthed answer, saying, “I find those stories to be very arousing, but I don’t think Gary is necessarily trying to convince us to do anything. Remember that I initiated the conversation with him. But if you’re agreeable, maybe I can ask him to loan me a few more of the books, since we enjoy them so much. This one really spiced up our sex lives this weekend.”

Then, as an afterthought, I said, “But if I ask him for more books, and tell him that you’re interested in reading them too, he might start thinking he’ll have a chance to fuck you. Is that okay to give him that impression?”

Megan laughed and answered, “Sure, why not? I don’t mind teasing him a little. Just remember what I said, though. I’ll bet that he’ll try to get you to suck his cock on your next trip, since he knows that you’re into those stories. And if you do that, then he’ll really think he’s going to fuck me.”

I couldn’t be sure, but it was almost like Megan was baiting me to suck his cock, and if not, then it didn’t seem to be a problem for her if I did. And if that was true, then I was quite sure that she was probably thinking about fucking his big cock.

Gary Starts to See the Possibilities

Gary and I were alone in our equipment room eating lunch on Monday, and I returned the book to him. I said, “Thanks, Mark, Megan and I enjoyed reading that volume over the weekend. In fact, we’d like to borrow a few more of them, if you can think to bring them in tomorrow.”

He was elated that Megan showed interest, and even pointed out something that I had already gleaned from a few of the stories. He said, “Fuck, man, that’s exciting that Megan wants to read more of those types of stories. That’s the way some of those cuckold relationships begin. The husband might start reading porn and have a bisexual relationship with another guy, which leads to reading about the cuckold lifestyle. Then he gets his wife interested in reading cuckold stories. Did she ask you anything about me?”

It was funny how Mark mentioned the way some men get their wives involved in a cuckolding situation, and at the same time asked if Megan asked anything about him. He was so open about it and not even trying to hide his intentions. Even though I started the conversation that first night asking what he was reading, it was obvious that he was hoping to get Megan and me thinking about beginning a cuckold relationship with him.

I hadn’t completely resolved in my mind if I really wanted another man to fuck Megan, but I was leaning that way. I also didn’t know if she would want that, although, given her experiences with larger cocks, and several of her other comments, I thought there was a good chance that she would. But either way, I thought it would be fun to tease Gary about the possibilities, just to see how he would react.

So, I answered his question by saying, “Well, to be honest, Megan did ask me what your motivation might be in getting me to read those stories. I told her that it was me who asked you about it first, but she’s still suspicious.”

That really got Gary interested, and he asked, “Why would she be suspicious of that?”

I laughed, and answered, “You weren’t as sneaky as you thought at the picnic last year. Megan mentioned that from the way you were staring at her, even with your wife nearby, she wouldn’t put it past you to try to get into her pants.”

He chuckled and got more personal, saying, “Yeah, you’re right about that. She’s a young and beautiful girl, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off those big knockers and gorgeous ass of hers. What else did she say or ask about me?”

I knew that he was feeling more comfortable talking with me about my wife, since he mentioned her big tits and ass, and I knew that I could get him a lot more excited. I answered him, saying, “She asked me about the circumstances where I saw you reading that book in the first place. I described how we were in the room in our underwear, and you had your knees up and covered with the sheet, reading the book. I even told her that it looked like you were jerking off under there.”

Gary said, “Holy shit, you told her that? Did you or Megan say anything else about that?

I had his full attention as I answered, “Yeah, well, she made a big deal about me having seen everything, meaning your junk, and I corrected her by saying that I only saw the lumps in your tight boxers, and I even described how big they looked to me.”

I’m sure that he couldn’t believe that I would be that forthcoming to my wife about that, and he said, “Damn, Mark, you sure weren’t holding back in answering her questions. But how did you describe my lumps?”

Gary was rubbing his crotch as I explained, “I told her that your cock looks to be about the size on soft as mine is on hard and that your balls are the size of eggs. I even guessed that your cock might be over nine inches long on hard. Then I told her that I saw your balls swinging between your legs from behind when you went to the bathroom to shoot your load.”

Then Gary said, “Fuck, man, I’ll bring you five more volumes tomorrow, and even go out and buy some new ones if you two will keep reading those stories. My cock is raging hard right now, just thinking about the stuff you just told me, and how Megan was asking about my junk.”

He brought me the additional books on Tuesday, and Megan and I just about fucked ourselves raw, staying up late every night, trying to read every story. Megan was getting more and more turned on by the stories, and she even convinced me to roleplay with her, pretending that I was her cuckold husband, eating other men’s cum from her just fucked cunt. And I must admit to becoming desensitized to my previous objections about the stigma of sucking another man’s cum from her pussy, and even sucking a cock.


Gary asked me every day how we were coming with the books, and how aroused we, and especially Megan, were getting from them. He brought me three more volumes to read over the weekend.