The fact my husband was drunk snoring and fast asleep in the same room, made absolutely no difference to me at all. Earlier he'd pressured me into agreeing to invite Dylan back with us for sex, and for my part I must admit, once Dylan had shown me just how big his cock was in the bar's car park, I wanted him to fuck me.
I drove us home as my husband was already half cut by then, with Dylan was sat in front with me, intermittently playing with my tits as I drove along. It was as he put his hands down to my skirt, lifted it and slid his fingers inside my panties, my husband began to get all jealous. Pulling over briefly to enjoy Dylan's fingers inside of me, my husband told me the deal was of and he didn't want us to have sex.
Too late to drive Dylan home, I got my husband to agree to letting him stay over. only by then I already knew I'd have Dylan fuck me. The sheer size of his cock, him playing with my pussy and clit and his youthful age, all had my pussy dripping with sexual energy. An energy that needed releasing.
Fixing my husband his favorite whisky, one after another, I knew it wouldn't be too long before he crashed out, and I was right. Dylan was unsure about going ahead with what we'd agreed at the bar, but I was by then desperate to feel him inside of me. Poking my husband as he snored on the couch, I then stripped off right there, got on my knees and told Dylan to come to me. Taking off his trousers, sneakers, socks and t-shirt, I marveled at just how big his rising cock was. My husbands dick on a good day measures a little over five inches. Dylan's twenty year old cock is nine and half inches long and like a rolling pin in width.
Sucking in his cock, looking at my husband lay there was such a thrill, as was having Dylan face fuck me. But it was his cock in my pussy and ass that I wanted. Moving over so my face was just inches from where my husband slept, I arched my back and told Dylan to fuck me from behind. Feeling his huge cock slide up me was simply divine. For years I'd only dated men with large cocks, so marrying my husband was a total sexual difference. However I'd missed those larger penis's and through sexual comments between us, my husband had become fixated with wanting to see me getting fucked by a guy with a larger cock. Only right at the point of sex, he chickened out.
But I wasn't going to and having Dylan's beautiful cock burying itself deep inside my pussy, I couln't help myself orgasming almost immediately. And from that moment onwards we fucked in all manner of positions right there, right in front of my husband. I even made it a point of squatting over my husband as I had Dylan finally thrust up my asshole. His cock and balls must only have been inches from my husband's face, as I supported myself over the arm of the sofa.
It was one awesomely amazing anal fuck, that took me to one of, if not the strongest of climaxes. Closey followed by Dylan's cock erupting up my ass.
When Dylan pulled out of my asshole, some of his sperm dripped onto my husbands face, making me smile with a knowing grin. It was his fantasy all along and just then he'd in a very small way, I knew he'd taken unwittingly part in it.
It wasn't finished between Dylan and I though, as I had him join me in the shower. We fucked long and slow with more kissing and more sensualness, with Dylan eventually cumming all over my face, after he'd screwed my pussy and asshole to another thrilling orgasm.
Dylan helped me get my husband up to bed after our shower, and I kissed him passionately goodnight as he went into our guest bedroom. But Dylan and his cock was too much to miss as dawn was breaking, so I joined him to awake him with a blow job. Having him fuck me with very slow long thrusts in a missionary position as we kissed constantly was for me the best way to bring in a new day, and a new chapter in my life.
My husband had the mother of all hangovers that morning, as I cooked us all breakfast. Dylan left about an hour later with my husband apologizing for his refusal of allowing us sex. Dylan told him it was fine, but by then I'd already passed him my phone number and told him we'd definitely have sex again.
And so it has been this past few months. I meet up with Dylan most weeks and always have a fantastic time with him. It's always at motels or sometimes outdoors, but believe me, it's always great fun and so amazingly orgasmic. In the time we've been having our affair, I've decided if Dylan and I stop seeing each other, I'm going to make sure I meet up with someone else to have fun with. I missed a guy with a large cock, I won't from now on.