The List - Part 1

The List – Part 1

By Titslave



At her neighborhood Starbucks on Federal Boulevard south of Broncos Mile High Stadium in Denver, Connie Keegan sat down with her old friend Sam for coffee. They had not seen each other for some time. She scolded him for his radio silence of the past eight months. Sam apologized and asked about her moving to Denver with her husband Bill. The June morning was all sun and breeze.

“Thank you again for hooking Bill up with that recruiter from Worldwide,” Connie said, sipping her latte, “Bill’s real busy doing consulting with clients and has adjusted well from a small shop to an international corporation. So we are grateful for your pulling those strings.”

Two construction worker guys were standing in their hard hats waiting to order, and had been checking her out. She had noticed their eyes on her before. She instinctively unzipped and opened her jacket, her very hard to miss chest bulging out in a form-fitting brown, thin sweater. She loved stares.

As the two old friends chatted it seemed to Connie that Sam was keeping something from her. “How’s Clare?” she asked about Sam’s wife. She stole glances at the well-built construction guys.

“Oh, that’s right, you didn’t know. We…..uh…. got divorced.” He cleared his throat, the month- old decree still very much on his mind.

She looked at him with saucer eyes. “What????” Bill and Connie had known Sam and Clare since Arizona State, freshman year. Sam told Connie that he had endured a very strange and taxing end to their marriage. Clare had been seeing other men, not one, not two. Lots.

“Oh my God,” Connie said. “How’d you find out? I’m sorry. You must be hurting.” He said there was this intricate set of events. Connie tried to console him. Sam was very bitter.

“It was humiliating,” he said, pouring his heart out, recounting the pain of going through the divorce. “She had been with Worldwide for over six years. Last October I saw an incoming text on her phone: ‘horny 4 u – let’s party again’. I confronted her. She confessed to a sex addiction, hitting on guys at the company, and some of its customers, having sex her whole time there. She kept a list of nine of all the guys she had been with…We had coffee right here, in October, when she came clean.”

“That was very unkind of her,” Connie said in a sympathetic tone, “and why did she keep a list?”

“She couldn’t stop fucking co-workers, random guys at team building events off-site, guys she met in the break room, buyers who visited Worldwide, whoever. From guys in the warehouses to suits in the executive suite. She’s not as endowed as you are, but she’s quite stacked. Men have always noticed her…..I should have figured it out, but I was traveling too much….She said once she did it with guys who were big, she couldn’t stop. It was ‘incredible’ and ‘amazing’”

They sat without speaking for a moment. She stole a glance at the new construction workers, who were now at a nearby table, and slowly shook her jacket completely off. She pushed her elbows to the back of her chair, and persisted. “So why the list? Of all these men? Did she want to get caught?”

He picked up his phone and punched some keys, and placed the phone in front of her. It showed men’s names. “These were the guys who were the most hung and had endurance. If you had a big dick like a ketchup bottle and could screw for hours, you were on the list. Ultimately she confined her sex to them. If you didn’t pack seven inches plus or more she wanted nothing to do with you.”

Connie tried to process this news. She sat and stared at the display on his phone, scrolling.

“Well…..I’m no expert,” Connie said, clearing her throat, “but I would have to be with a lot of guys to come up with nine who have XXL Johnsons. I’m no party girl, but I think most guys are average or less. I guess I could just give every guy a blow job to find out how large they are and then only fuck the ones who have major dicks.” Her voice grew louder and her words came out faster. She was now no longer looking at him but at her latte. “….So then I have to deflect the attention of the average or small guys I sucked off on the first date and narrowing it down to this special group. I would say, ‘sorry, that was just a one night stand, I’m married. I’m not going to add ‘I was just exploring and I am partial to guys with ramrod meat between their legs… But what if a guy who’s 8 inches rock hard tears me up? Do I fuck these guys cowgirl, missionary, what?.....”

She stopped suddenly, noticing Sam’s expression of surprise and confusion. She had to slow down and lower her voice. They both got quiet and then she said: “Sorry, got carried away. It’s just so…bizarre.”

After a moment he looked out the window, then “It’s difficult to talk about it. Clare said the ratio was like one out of ten…….so ten times eleven divided by the years……..I’ve gotta step down the hall, this shit always upsets my lower GI” he said. As he stood, she did too and hugged him, then kissed him on the cheek and patted his shoulder in comfort. She asked if she could share this news with Bill, and Sam agreed.

He left for the john, and she found herself perversely fascinated by the turn her long-time girlfriend had taken. What would have motivated such promiscuity when married to kind, unselfish Sam? And having sex with men to the point where she kept track of the biggest genitalia? Connie’s imagination kept going: What was it like? Clare staring at men in the break room or at corporate functions, posing and flirting? Being very busty herself, Connie knew very well how her kind of build was a magnet for horny guys.

Connie’s aroused imagination kind of merged with gazes from the two handsome admirers who now were sitting at the next table. The overhead light made her page boy, natural golden hair radiant. She brushed a lock from her brow and when they greeted her she said hello to them with a big smile.

When Sam came back Connie said, frowning with seriousness, and making up for her getting carried away with raw comments: “These men on this list are pigs. Anyone who repeatedly had sex with a married woman is garbage. Could you do me a favor?”

“Sure. We’re old friends.” He seemed so defeated by the divorce. Talking to Connie helped.

Connie looked very sincerely at him, her hand on his. “I want Bill to be alert to them. These are low-lifes. Relationships build on trust, not on lies. He needs to steer clear of these jerks.”

“I don’t think you need to worry. It’s a huge company. Bill would in all likelihood never run into any of these assholes. There are 10,000 employees in Colorado alone,” he said, a small squint on his face. Her protectiveness surprised him. These guys weren’t the problem. Clare was.

“Could you do it?” she said, “it would mean a lot to me and Bill.” He asked what Connie would say when Bill wondered where she got the list. “I’ll tell him the whole story.” Sam reluctantly agreed, but they should keep it confidential. He sent it to her phone just before they said their goodbyes.

She watched Sam head off, and craned her neck to make sure he got in his car.

She hurriedly checked her messages, cursing her phone for its slowness. Then there it was, first names only, plus e mail addresses and cell phone numbers. Clare’s entries for each man were detailed and filthy. Connie’s eyes looked disbelievingly as she read. “Louie – horse dick! Almost fucked me in two in his office. Great at DP with the second and third XXL dick and a blindfold! They’re #8 and #9” “Terry what a fat cock!! Sore twat thanks to him but wow. Delicious balls. Four times in one morning” “Latrelle – makes me choke with his long snake, and he proves I can take a lot of inches! Totally awesome butt fucking. I want to do a bang with him and Terry and those other guys again! (maybe later this week when Sam is out of town?)” “Mr. Thick Alex keeps on coming in buckets in my cunt! Empty those big nuts and hose me down!!” Clare’s sexual escapades must have devastated Sam, and then he had to see this.

It was shocking. But fascinating. There’s nothing abnormal about my reaction, she told herself. People can’t stop staring at a lot of outrageous behavior. She turned her phone off. Obviously this has to go into an archive so Bill doesn’t come across it. He’ll think I’m the one being a slut. At a stop light she opened the List again and read it over, not missing a word. What degenerates. The guy behind her laid on the horn when the light changed and she continued standing, engrossed.

As they dived into Thai carryout at dinner Connie told her husband about her visit with Sam, and the divorce. Bill was incredulous. They shared their lamentation over the break-up. She skipped the list Clare created – not good to upset Bill – maybe she would tell him later. They did small talk and then Connie asked a lot of questions about his company’s operations. After this exchange she smiled. “So how do you find anyone in such a big company? Is there a directory online?”

He grinned: “It’s flattering that you are so interested in the organization, and I have to say I appreciate it. Your questions have gotten me thinking about Worldwide’s personnel. This is great conversation. I know you’re dwelling on this to get us off the very sad news. You’re so thoughtful.” He put his hand on her cheek and kissed her: “I love you.” She kissed him back.

While looking down at her plate she returned to her question: “So how do you find people in the corporate network? Being in between jobs I need to keep up with network software.”

Bill was struck by her inquisitiveness. “I go to ‘staff search’ through my account and type in a name or his or her e mail address. I get their position, location, a picture, and even personal stuff like hobbies and ‘favorite hangouts’. The personal stuff is optional but it’s typical for people to provide some.” She asked about customers and yes, they were in the database, but not with much detail.

They returned to the Clare-Sam sad story. Then, as they were doing the dishes Connie complained about passwords, specifically how difficult it was to remember them. She went to her handbag and pulled out the new password directory. “We sure do need this,” she smiled, and handed it to Bill. “Get all your passwords in there, your phone, your laptop, online accounts, everything.” She went back to washing and he put down the dishtowel. He hugged her from behind, kissing her neck.

He loved how she felt. She stopped washing as he planted kisses. She was around 5’ 6” to his 6’ 1”. Her big ass pushed against his crotch and his hands went to her GGG-cup bosom. Connie just loved being held in a “reverse hug.” She had trained Bill to cup and squeeze her fat breasts from behind, and grind on her. Getting fondled like that really got her going, especially when she felt his cock growing and pressing against her. She had wanted more aggressive groping and a stiffer male member assaulting her hind quarters, and sometimes found herself coming up short in pleasure with Bill. She passed her frustration off as being a brat and worked around it in their marriage.

She smelled good and Bill’s nose lost itself in her hair. They had embraced this way hundreds of times and she waited for the sensation of his erection poking her. Eventually, by pushing back, she discovered it.

She reminded him to write down passwords; she cooed this as he groped her. He piped up: “OK sure…..actually it’s simple: Connieforever77. I use it for everything”

They continued with their necking. She was thrusting her prominent ass back and forth against his crotch and turned her head back toward him as they simulated fornication. “Like your iPhone, your laptop, Amazon, Worldwide….”

“Exactly. All of ‘em” he whispered. She closed her eyes as The List played out in her mind. He rubbed his erection against her cheeks.

They locked the doors, turned off the lights, and went up to bed. “Well aren’t we real frisky tonight,” Bill gasped as they made love. In her insides he felt Ok, and it was pleasurable, but she began to wonder how someone twice Bill’s size would feel. She thought about Clare’s hunger for Louie’s “horse dick” and Latrelle’s “long snake”, and the other XL guys.

Once Bill was asleep Connie stole downstairs to the kitchen. Using his password she found the company roster and did a search for each guy. She had loaded the list on her iPad and with the company web page on the left of her screen and the list on the right she inserted info. Her fingers jumped excitedly for this annotation.

Louie, the first guy, was not in Denver but at a small Worldwide sales office in Boulder. Not bad looking, kind of slender, in his late thirties. Her height, maybe a little shorter. She found him on Instagram and noticed pictures of him with his shirt off at softball games. Decent muscles. Sort of looked like Tiger Woods. Would a guy with this slight build have a large tool?

Terry, number two, was a manager of corporate security. Crewcut, very Aryan looking. Kind of cute in a muscular, military way. On Facebook. A co-owner of a “sports club” for 21 year olds or older (“my home away from home on the weekends – Friday I make my grand entrance around 6:00. See you at the end of the bar, my office”). “The Fantasy Network” was in North Denver.

She decided to start with him.

She added a lot to Clare’s list, much more detail for each of these losers. Two hours later she returned to bed. This is the database of strangers to a marriage who tore it apart, she thought.

Over the next few days she returned to her compilation. In the middle of this activity Zoe, a friend she had made while at a garage sale in Arvada, called bragging about how her husband was taking her to Hawaii for two weeks on Friday morning. Right after Zoe hung up Connie texted her with a sarcastic “have a nice two weeks in Hawaii Zoe, I hate you .”

The she called Bill at work. She needed a night out with friends.

“Hi Honey. It’s me, your adoring wife. Hey, if it’s ok with you…. Zoe, that girl I met at the garage sale, invited me and some other girls from her fitness class for happy hour Friday night. Can I go? Would you mind? I need to circulate and meet some new people.”

Bill was OK with it, then said: “I remember Zoe. Go for it! …..Hey, Is this ladies only? May I tag along? Where you gonna go for girls’ night out?”

“Ladies only, bub. You’re going to have to be a bachelor for the evening. It’s some sports bar up near 25 and 76. Zoe says it’s fun, friendly. I’m leaving around 6 after the rush hour has tapered off.”

By Friday Connie had gone through in her mind what she was going to say to Terry, the security guy at Worldwide, when he was in his lair at his establishment. She began getting ready around 3. She wore a blazer over a skin tight white tank top and a short red skirt. A red push-up bra dramatized her naturally heavy boobs, strikingly showing them off. They looked super big.

Bill heard her heels on the oak floor as she descended to the kitchen. “Oo lah!” he said, then gave a wolf whistle.

“I should go,” she said, looking preoccupied.

“Are you OK?” Bill asked, “you’ve seemed kind of off your game today and yesterday.” She said she was nervous about meeting new people.

“That’s it, nothing else?”

She kissed him. “I probably won’t last long, see you in two hours.” He disagreed and told her to make an evening of it.

At the first stop sign after leaving the house she threw the blazer into the back seat of the Honda. Here I go, she thought. What if I drive all the way to this sports bar and this Terry guy, #2 on the list, isn’t there? If I find him, do I confront him straightaway or be a bitch and then let him have it? Tension made her pulse pick up. A light rain got her to turn on the wipers, and their rhythm was a little percussion session going in her head.

The traffic was light and ahead of the schedule in her head Connie was parking at Fantasy Network. The restaurant/bar was filled with TV screens that at first glance were showing sports competitions, sports talk, fantasy charts and statistics. It was somewhat crowded for 5:30 pm. Almost all guys. She noticed that the women were, like her, done up with a lot of make-up and flashy outfits. She picked a seat at the and of the bar that gave her a vantage point to view most of the large main room she was in.

She thought, sports bars generally mixed beer and chicken wings with big screens that exploited the public’s addiction to live sports. But there was a big twist here. The servers were all half dressed cocktail waitresses and almost all of the patrons were guys, and as interested in the waitresses as the games on the screens. The screens were evenly split between athletic games and streaming porno movies. Here and there men were necking with the waitresses and groping them.

A curvaceous redhead across the bar interrupted her survey: “Hi. I’m Amber. Welcome to Fantasy Network. What can I get you?” Amber asked, and learned that it was Connie’s first time here.

Connie needed to mellow her nervous disposition. “A Tanqueray martini, two olives, make it a double, in the fishbowl size” she said.

“I have to compliment you on your impressive tank top,” Amber smiled. “You won’t be lonely for long at this bar. And just so you know guys will want to see them during the competition.”

“Competition?”

“Friday night is S.U.Y.T. It starts around 11.” Seeing Connie stare she went on: “Show us your tits. And with yours, you’re going to win some big bucks. Good luck. You’re in the owner’s corner of the bar. So get ready.”

Connie doubted her decision to drive out here, all the way across town to lecture a total stranger with a big penis about his knowingly having sex with Clare. This Terry guy must have known she was married, right? And the bartender was just assuming I was going to bare my chest?

Meanwhile, as the bartender predicted, men at the bar or walking by stared at her boobs. Many said hello and hit on her. Playing with her phone Connie nursed her martini at first, then finding it refreshing and relaxing she went from occasional sips to frequent ones. And ordered a second one.

She had looked at the front entrance ten times starting at 5:50, and it was now 6:09. Where is he? She started when Amber presented a second double martini. “Here you go, thirsty girl,” she smiled, then “shall I put these two on your card?” Connie took a healthy gulp. It felt grand.

A full-throated but smooth sounding voice came from behind Connie. “I got this.” Amber said something about okay boss and walked away. Then a large masculine hand grabbed Connie’s check. She turned and standing next to her was a well-built guy, short blonde hair. “I’m Terry,” he said, “welcome to our sports club.” He extended his large hand.

Something about his physical presence got her frazzled, and she tried to hide it. Her throat was stuck, and with effort she said: “Connie.” He had an arrogant vibe about him, and a bit of James Bond.

“How do you like that martini?” he said, moving closer to her and resting his hand on her arm. He complimented her looks and style. He said he noticed her frequent glances at the front door, and suggested she had been waiting for him. He was completely magnetized by her boobs. They looked massive in the white top. He noticed her wedding ring and had checked out her ample ass when he had approached her from behind.

She pulled back her hand when he invited a palm reading. “That’s OK.” Then she managed: “You sure know the lines to use on women.” He noticed that she had turned toward him gradually. He said he could guess how old she was when she was first with a guy. She laughed mockingly, and scolded his boldness. He said she was 18. And it was in the Spring, before graduation.

“In a bedroom, at a party with no parents around,” he went on. He was right. “I wish it had been me. What pleasure you would have had.” Then, “tell me, does everything you consume go to your hooters? They own me, God they own me.” He stared openly long and hard at her big tits. He was unbearably conceited. Being around a total prick of a man of action was refreshing. It made her smile.

“OK, you got lucky about my first time,” she grinned at him, acting jaded. This banter, the din, his arrogance and impressive guess about her first time, and the Tanqueray, made him charmingly irritating. She wanted to throw her drink in his face but gulped it. Her second double martini was now in her. Was he a mind reader? The plan to confront him for his contributing to the Sam-Clare break-up had lost its importance.

A quick chat between Terry and a manager happened, all the while Terry facing her, staring at her chest. He talked to his staff guy over his shoulder. Connie stole glances at his crotch, and after the manager left Terry got closer to her and reached around her abundant breasts. He took her left hand gently. The empty second martini unshackled her and let him hold on to it this time. He kissed her wedding ring. “You came here for something,” he said confidently. “I know what it is, I got it for you, so why don’t you let me give it to you.” He kissed her wedding ring again and caressed her wrist.

She gazed into his green eyes. She felt like she had to get in her car and drive home. She grabbed her handbag. She moved to stand up and then sat down again.

It hit her hard that she really did not want to leave. He stood behind her. His hands on her shoulders, he spoke softly in her ear. “What a beautiful woman you are,” he cooed as he firmly and slowly raised her out of her barstool. His hands caressed her arms. “I can fill you with sexual pleasure right here, right now.”

She attempted to spit out some sarcasm, the last residue of what her mind had been determined to accomplish. But it sounded silly when she said it. “Oh, are you a lady killer? You must enjoy preying on married women like me. Or haven’t you heard about #metoo?”

They were standing together now. He recognized instinctively how Connie’s sexual desire was taking hold.

Amber dimmed the lights in their area and Terry adroitly extended his left arm and grabbed a remote control device that Amber handed him. Red curtains slowly emerged and descended from overhead, surrounding them, creating a 360 degree enclosed space. Soft orange diode lighting bathed them with a glow. He pulled her away from the bar and continued caressing her from behind.

Then she had the amazing sensation behind her. This was not what she was used to with Bill. His loose fitting dockers were pressed snug against her ass, and there his manhood bore against her derriere. Her eyes closed. She felt her arteries cruising toward higher speeds. He cupped her big tits in his hands and he knew exactly how she wanted a man to hold her. His cock felt so hard. A fucking rock.

“What, what -----,” she stammered, “are you doing? Please don’t!”

He spoke tenderly but with a clear channel to her brain and turned her face toward his. “You’re one hell of a horny woman. I can tell you eat it up when you turn guys on. When a busty girl like you comes here alone and loses no time filling your body with martinis, you get that attention you crave.”

Their lips were poised inches from each other, she said: “I can’t do this.” His eyes bore in on hers with a scary but incredibly exciting lust. All she could feel was his hands squeezing her breasts and that large thing poking at her butt. She turned around and gave him a wet, open mouthed kiss. Her hands found his derriere. His were on hers also, and they embraced tightly, his dick pressing insistently into Connie.

Her hand drifted to his crotch and discovered his male meat. As they made out she moved to his side so she could learn how big he was, or was he just average? Maybe Clare was full of crap, just horny, lost in fantasies of oversized genitalia.

But soon enough Connie was in orbit over what seemed too good to be true. The more she fondled his cock through the fabric the more animalistic their kisses. He pulled her top off and he cursed his luck at the bountiful titflesh packed into her red lace bra, half see-through, jutting at him. He hauled her massive left tit out of its bra cup and lifted it, then let it drop, several times. “What the hell,” he laughed, “you are incredible!” He pulled out the other boob and squeezed them several times. He told her to shake them and she complied. The take-charge dominance of this big-dicked asshole was ironically a huge turn-on.

She was no longer hearing the noise of the sports club. She watched transfixed as he slowly unzipped himself. Out thrust his prick.

It was half erect and very thick. It was so big it looked fake. This can’t possibly be true, she thought to herself. A dick this size was very new to her sex life. Her experience was her husband and the two other men she had ever been with. The dimensions of Terry’s cock were far beyond. This was all wrong, crazy, impossible. And so now the real impulse behind her obsession with Clare’s list, what as driving her, was out there. This remarkable organ was the truth.

He told her to kneel down, pushing on her shoulders. Her head even with his groin, she watched as he stroked his meat. She pulled his hand away, closed her eyes, and rubbed his stiffening manhood all over cheeks and eyes. Her tongue flickered all over it as her hand thrilled at the sensation of grappling with such a big one. Connie was panting, almost hyperventilating as she worshipped this hard to believe tool.

Her obvious delight made his prick even harder. He poked at her open lips and in went the monster. One hand squeezed its shaft and the other caressed his testicles. Terry reached down and played with her heavy tits while she took the head first and then a couple inches more. Her moans inflamed him. His compliment that she was a talented cocksucker was an injection of wicked sex that drove her to take as much of him as she could.

She gagged trying to fit the whole cock. Her tongue flickered madly over the part of the shaft she could not accommodate. After ten minutes of her trancelike apple polishing Terry told her to stand up and turn around. He bent her over and pulled her thong to the side. Connie squealed while he slowly rubbed his prick against her soaking pussy lips. She ground her bare ass against his crotch, causing his dick to poke into and the occupy her deep ass crack. She spread her cheeks and he slowly worked the fat head of his manhood into her vagina. Then out, then in a little deeper, then out a little, and after these teasing strokes he pushed it in as far as he could.

“OH!!!!!” Connie gripped the back of the bar stool, her head turning, her cries continuing while she stared back in a trance of forbidden passion. Her head turned to toward the bar as he gradually pulled all the way out, then all the way in, then all the way out again. He paused.

He pulled her back toward him and kissed her neck, one hand playing with her tits. “You loving this?” he asked hoarsely.

“THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!” she cried, “Feels SO fucking good!!”

She was standing in front of him now, his strong body enveloping her. He smelled her neck and back. He wacked his oversized dick against her ass. He entered her pussy and they began steady, vigorous fucking. He reached around and rubbed her clit. The curtain opened and Amber giggled in a sultry voice. “Make her cum, boss!” she said. This elevated Connie’s evil pleasure. Loud smacking of flesh on flesh got someone beyond the fabric to yell: “He’s right on schedule!”

Terry told her he wanted her in his lap. He withdrew. As she waited impatiently for the debauchery to resume, he slid over a couch from the corner. He pulled his pants and underwear to his shoes and removed his shirt. She was now nude except for her high heels. Her eyes almost closed, she rubbed herself. The merriment from the customers outside their little space hummed. There were patrons just on the other side of the curtained space.

Connie straddled him and guided the log of flesh into her pussy. Her big tits shook majestically as they went at it. She was fucking him and he sat to let her hips do all the work. He sucked on one breast, then the other. She pulled his head to her and jammed his face between her tits. Terry’s hand greedily took the most of what it could of her smooth, ample buttocks. His fingers found her asshole and his finger-fucking of her ass sent her to the top. She felt she would at any minute climax like never before, holding him as close as a woman can hold a man.

His moans of carnal delight blended with her shrieks and hoarse curses. Then he came, his ejaculations into her body punctuating his animal bleating and her almost violent obscenities. His climax was a powerful trigger. The dam bursting in his loins sent her own dam bursting. “Holy shit!!!!” she screamed. She came explosively, so long and hard. Somehow she started laughing.

This was the first day of her sexual life. How dirty and beautiful this was. “Stay in me,” she panted. They kissed with intensity. She clutched at him and fed him her tits, grinding her nipples into his cheeks. This went on for a while. He told her she was almost as horny as he was. “You sure have a big dick,” she whispered in his ear. She sucked it until his replenished nuts emptied into her mouth.

Finally she tumbled next to him on the couch. Her hand automatically went to his balls. Her caresses sought to reload him. But he stood and dressed. “Sorry, I have to take care of things. You are one starving nympho. I could fuck you all night. I’ll be back. You’re delicious. Don’t leave.”

Connie sat motionless, still vibrating from the experience. This man had destroyed her entire body, then put it back together again. Where’d he go?

Amber’s hand poked through the curtain with another double. Connie sipped it more slowly this time around. The longer he was gone the more she cooled down, and when a call came in from Bill she couldn’t answer it right away, then picked it up. He asked how it was going, and told her he was going to bed and was leaving the back door unlocked. What have I done, she thought.

It was past 10:00. They had been fornicating the whole time. Her unprecedented ecstasy clung to her but it was yielding to principles. She decided that home mattered, husband mattered, honor mattered. She pulled herself together, freshened up in the restroom, and went out the back door to the parking lot. Her car was around to the front, but the lot was full and she had to stop to collect her thoughts.

“Something I said?” she heard a voice. Terry was talking to two other men next to the building. He gestured to them with a wave and turned, stared at her and she stared at him. He caught up with her and hugged her.

“I gotta get home,” she said.

He steered her to his secluded 2018 Black Escalade, in shadows.

“No, really, I have to get home,” she insisted.

He held her tight and kissed her. Somehow she found herself sitting in the driver’s seat, the door open, looking up at him. His car smelled new, very clean, very money.

Connie tried to avoid looking at his crotch. But her eyes gave in. Terry leaned down and kissed her heartily, then licked her ear. She fended him off. The two said nothing. He stood closer, her legs spread to either side of his. His hands maneuvered her head toward his loins. She put her hands on his behind, and the feel of his tight, muscular cheeks got to her.

Temptation put her hand on his zipper, opening it with trepidation. She undid his belt and opened his trousers, then pulled his jockey shorts down. Excitement poured into her all over again. The monster was suddenly writhing in front of her, and stabbing at her face. He forcefully squeezed it against her cheeks, her eyes, and her mouth. She hungrily took him inside her head, her freshly lipsticked mouth gobbling it slowly but steadily. She choked as he fucked her mouth. Her reawakened passion sent moans to his ears and he pushed his dick against her tonsils. Gagging, she came back for more over and over, and with lust building to great heights again, she stood up and turned around, lifting her red skirt.

Her new lover with the big thick dick smiled at the feeling of her wetness and slid all the way in. She cried out and clenched her cunt around him. He reached under her tank top and sighed again in amazement at the feel of her full, heavy boobs. His fondling got her moaning loudly.

Her plump ass rippled as he stroked in an out of her. After fifteen minutes of forceful screwing a magical channel of heat ran through his balls into his cock and he shot what felt like a gallon of semen into this horny married woman. “Fuck, you’re a hot one like I have never known. Ever,” he said, pulling up his pants. He asked to move over and he drove her to her car.

“See ya,” she said, kissing him. She was tired, damp, sore, and anxious to get on the road. He handed her his card.

The next few days Connie avoided the List, avoided sex, avoided wherever possible any recollection of her experience at the sports club. It had reinvented her sex and she was turned inside out. She told Bill that she had had a lot of fun out with the girls and made a couple new friends. She was sore and Bill with concern had commented on her gait for the rest of that weekend.

The following Friday Bill was interested in lovemaking and intellectually she was enthusiastic about getting back to normalcy. She got all tarted up in daring lingerie. But to her frustration she could not respond to her husband and could not get satisfaction. She had him go down on her and the only way she could get off was to imagine Terry’s superior manhood stroking in and out of her.

“Was it enjoyable for you?” Bill asked in the afterglow.

“Sure,” she said, cuddling with him.

“You seemed OK but not really into it, and kind of stretched out,” he said. She sighed and said that Saturday would be more pleasurable.

So the next night at dinner he suggested wine and candlelight. She put aside the glass of merlot and made herself a martini. “Martini? Since when do you drink martinis?” her husband was surprised.

Connie had two strong ones at dinner and beckoned him to the boudoir, a third glass in her hand. She changed into other very revealing lingerie and shook her fat breasts at him, and turned her back, bending over with her panties half pulled down her ass crack. This definitely got him going and they collapsed into bed. And she found her imagination drifting quickly to her adultery the last weekend. All she could think about was that guy in her last Friday who filled her beyond anything she could have ever dreamed up.

During the week she struggled with the glaring reality that she was anxiously interested in the men on the List. Protecting her husband from their moral depravity was irrelevant. She got into Bill’s corporate network and was disappointed to learn that Terry was travelling that week - at a corporate security meeting in LA. She resisted the impulse to use the “private text” number on the card he had given her. So she went to Louie’s profile. He was the salesman in Boulder. Louis Davis. She noticed that he actually lived in an apartment about five miles from their house. On Facebook he had posted this: “WHY ARE DECENT ADMINS SO HARD TO FIND? I FIRED MY THIRD ONE IN A MONTH!”



On Wednesday morning around 11 Louie Davis sat in his office’s clerical work station compiling sales reports for submission to corporate. He was pissed. He was doing two jobs now and no pleading to his district sales manager in Denver for a temporary admin was working. How could he make sales calls and find leads if he had to be a secretary for himself?

For a satellite sales office his was actually rather comfortable. It was furnished with an imposing large high-end desk with gold patina inlays, gorgeous furniture, a meeting area anchored by a large comfortable leather couch, and a curtain wall with a perfect view of the Flatirons. A full liquor cabinet Louie had paid for was to the right of the couch, and reflecting its legality in Colorado weed was part of the stock. Some rolled, some bagged, some in packaged food varieties.

He heard the door open to his offices and looked up from the computer. He stood, saying hello.

A striking brown-eyed woman in her early thirties greeted him courteously. He appreciated her warm smile, great teeth, thick blonde hair, and how she had made herself up.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” she said, recognizing him from Facebook. Instinctively she looked him over, “I’m in between full time positions and looking for part-time admin work.”

“Oh, OK, uh ----” Louie had appreciated her from the neck up and was bowled over with her from the shoulders down. She had on a red sweater, skin tight; white stretch pants; stiletto heels; a gold anklet. And she had the fullest tits he’d seen. Their slope toward her tummy was an instant wham to his eyes.

Wait, hold up, those are not possible. Have mercy. What’s goin’ on!

He hesitated then shook her hand. “You know, you’re between gigs and I’m in between admins. This is a sales office and the mother ship in Denver….”

“Nice office,” she interrupted him, “and it sure looks like you could use some help.”

“I’m Louie. And you are….?” They chit chatted. He invited her into his office and he asked her to sit on the couch, and he sat to her right. He described the company’s business and what he was looking for. Awkwardly he paid her the first of several compliments about her looks. “Your outfit looks great on you, Connie.”

She felt a thrill mixed with an anxiety mixed with a giddiness. She was here to see, worship, and get filled up by what she had dreamt would be a big dick. Her anticipation had started in the car and totally got going by the time she reached his offices. Maybe she should just come to the point. Her fingers tapped on the couch cushion.

“It’s amazing that you showed up like this because I’m not enjoying wearing the admin hat!” he laughed, and she grinned. Another text from Bill. He had been texting all morning.

“I don’t believe in tense interviews with recruits,” he said, “can I offer you a libation? And/or some top flight weed, freshly rolled?” More jittery, she began walking slowly around his office, and bent over to look at framed pictures of his college sports years. His eyes locked into her ample buttocks and his impulse was to come up behind her and rip her pants open.

“I would love both,” she said softly. “I am pretty nervous.” She kept walking, fidgeting with her hair. She blew it out of her eyes, her lower lip puckering.

At work Bill finally got a text back from his wife. “At this flea market with two of the girls I met last week. Call you later. Love you.”



Louie gestured to her with a glass and a raised eyebrow. “Vodka rocks” she said. She asked his pardon for her texting to Bill. He smiled and said no big deal. “My husband doesn’t know I’m doing this,” she said, eyes fixed on him.

He joined her at the couch with two stout vodkas and ice, and two joints. They clicked glasses. “To uninhibited job interviews,” he murmured. Even the sound of her swallowing was getting to his hormones.

“And to uninterrupted interviews,” she purred, “Sorry again for the phone call. You aren’t making the time for me so I can share my husband’s text messages. You have an office to run”.

She took a healthy swig and he lit her joint. They both took big hits. She coughed explosively.

“You OK?!?” he said.

She composed herself. “It was too big of a puff.” He patted her back. She took a healthy sip of her drink. His hand stayed on her back and he slid closer to her. He could not stop staring at her breasts. Fucking huge.

“I have to say, you’re one beautiful woman,” he said, “you’re even hot when coughing like that”.

“Louis,” she said softly, “are you hitting on me during a job interview? Isn’t that inappropriate?” She moved on the couch so that she was almost facing him. Her shapely left leg crossed over and touched his.

He was now caressing her neck. He spoke tenderly. “It’s Louie. Please call me Louie.”

She stared at him while taking another hit of weed, which she processed more gracefully, and she washed the narcotizing smoke down with her vodka. “Oh yeah, sorry Louie, I’m so fucking horny lately I can’t keep anything straight. Anyway, I’m not sure you’re supposed to be staring at my chest.”

“A girl with tits like yours should be taken care of on a daily basis,” he said, his lips inches from hers. “Is Mr. Connie filling you with his love regularly?”

“Such personal questions, and such a sexual mouth” she put her hand on his cheek and they plunged into a deep and long kiss. He could feel her hunger. This one is starving for it.

She felt his hand on her left boob. How heavy and full it was. She cupped her other tit and enjoyed the trance he was in. She had been obsessed with big genitalia for days and didn’t want to wait. Her patience exhausted, she with no subtlety planted her fingers on his crotch. They made out. She had no difficulty whatsoever finding his meat. Yes!

Connie took off her sweater. Rippling titflesh burst into view, anxious to be freed from the red lace bra. She unzipped his trousers, anticipation lifting her pulse ever higher. She invaded his mouth with her tongue. “I’m going to call the cops on you,” she moaned lustily, “you’re dangerous.”

He unbuttoned his shirt and she fished his Johnson out of his shorts. She gasped. An erect and bulky miracle of nature, aimed at the ceiling. Longer than Terry’s? It seemed like it, and on this guy’s slender body it was monumental, sculpted with proud veins, imposing as hell. He was just a big dick with a head, arms and legs. She had been fantasizing about a monster prick in her mouth since she had left the house. She pounced on this one and moaned in delight. Her tongue went crazy over the shaft of what she estimated was eight inches plus.

She kissed the head, the shaft, his thighs, his big nuts. He labored to unclasp her brassiere and after some effort it was on the floor.

Her mouth and throat were ruthless about taking it all. He felt his dick cramming down her throat. He played with her big tits while she pleasured him. Louie thought: She’s completely into this. I can’t believe what just walked into my office.

She was now crouching over him, kissing him like a demon and jacking his amazing cock. Louie’s right hand slapped and squeezed her tits and his left hand burrowed under the waistband of her stretch pants. He discovered her bare ass. How smooth and fantastic it felt. His hand slid around her hips and dove into her pussy.

“Lie down.” She said. Connie hovered over him and dropped her tits onto his head. He sucked one, then the other. It was a thrill to press her breasts into his face and watch him go crazy.

During five minutes of heavy tit heaven she smiled: “Are they large enough for you?” She laughed as he just muttered with Connie’s fat mammaries covering his head. She jacked his horsecock while he feasted on her tits.

She stood up again and turned around, pulling down her stretch pants while grinding her ass at him. She was now only in high heels and he was in his socks. She planted her hips over his chest and resumed her fellating. He slurped on her clit and asshole.

Connie mounted him. As she faced him he felt her trembling eagerness. He rubbed his big dick against her pussy lips. And then by inch all of him disappeared into her snug fitting twat. All of him. An incredible invasion by his manhood. He watched her head fall back, eyes closed, and she cried out. She raised herself and then descended again, slowly, at first disbelieving the magnitude of male sex that was assaulting her.

They began fucking vigorously in a pulse of flesh smacking. Her big tits smacked and as he marveled at their size and shaking he felt his cock gain even more size. Leaning over him, her boobs hanging wickedly, Connie was completely consumed with desire and worked her ass almost violently up and down. She felt a finger play with her asshole, poking in and out.

At first she flinched but this penetration merged with their carnal pleasure. Louie told her to turn around and without hesitation she did so. She looked back in his direction and he could not take his eyes off her tits protruding at the sides of her body. Arms stretched above her Connie vigorously rotated her torso so that her breasts shook to the sides, their nipples looking to the right and left. She squirmed and writhed with her ass while she made her tits dance. He wet his fingers and moved two into her asshole. They explored in a delicate, in and out rhythm.

She rode him like this, her buttocks smacking on his hips. They fucked faster and faster until he called out and shot his load into what felt to her like her stomach. She wouldn’t let him out and panted away, clenching his softening dick. He popped out and she scooted toward him until her big ass was in his face, then at a ninety degree angle. She moved her butt up in the air and buried her face in the couch. He lubricated his fingers with her soaked pussy. She rubbed her clit and he worked two, then three fingers into her tight asshole. While she jacked herself his fingers moved in and out, no longer cautiously but now all the way in and all the way out.

At first it hurt to feel his fingers invading her ass but the job she was doing on her clit and the finger fucking were sending waves through her and bringing her to one hell of a release.

“OH FUCK!!!!” she screamed over and over as she came. He stopped the finger fucking but she yelled “DON’T STOP!”

They lay on the couch for a moment. He then said: “You’re one horny girl. You sure like it deep and raw.” He started playing with her tits and fondling her pussy. He was back up again in about ten minutes and she gave him a blow job. She wanted his semen in her mouth and leaned over his crotch on the couch while he fingered her twat. She had not had this sensation since her first boyfriend did that to her while he ate her out. Louie shot a warm, full wad into her mouth, moaning loudly as he came.

Louie sat back with a big grin. Connie went to the restroom to freshen up.

This experience had planted a dependence on sexual intimacy with well-endowed men. She felt a sexual energy and power that was completely new to her. She cleaned herself up and redid her makeup. She began thinking of this reservoir of big boys she needed to meet. When can I meet #8 and #9 from the list? Clare wrote that she had done a scene with Louie, Enrique and Walter. On Facebook they posted little. Their profiles on the company LAN were in-house construction guys. Big, musclebound Enrique and regular sized but brawny looking Walter.

In the lobby she called Bill. “Hi Honey.”

“You’re hard to get a hold of. How’s your day going?”

“Really well, I’m in Boulder at a home crafts party.”

“Really? How’d that happen? With Zoe?”

“One of the girls I met last week and Zoe invited me. It’s fun. I don’t think I’m buying anything though, even with Zoe trying to talk me into buying junk.”

“Well I’m glad you’re socializing. Hey, Saturday morning I fly out to Baltimore. I may be gone all week.”

“Really?!” Connie said. She asked for the details. She was taking him to the airport at 6:30 in the morning on Sunday. Louie was waving from his office door. “Honey, can I call you back? They want me to help with the merchandise.” She hung up and walked slowly to the Worldwide sales office door and opened it. She heard noise. Five people had come to visit Louie, lugging briefcases and laptops.

He shook Connie’s hand formally. “Thank you for your interest in our company, Connie. E mail me your resume and we’ll talk soon.” He regarded her with intensity. “Here is some information about Worldwide benefits,” he said, handing her a brochure. He had written “Cell 327-375-9111” on it.

As Connie drove home she did not think about a long lonely week with Bill out of town. She did not think about how nice it would be to go along with him on the trip, even if only to see him in the evenings. She did not think about the enthusiasm in his voice as he described the opportunity this trip presented.

All she could think about was how many guys on the List she could hook up with next week, starting with somebody she could fuck as soon as possible after leaving the airport. She pulled over on the side of the road leading out of the office park and noticed that her phone was running out of juice. She swore at the phone out loud.

As soon as she walked in the door she put her phone on the charger.

“I’m going to jump on the exercise bike before dinner,” Bill said after greeting her, “OK?” She smiled and encouraged him. By all means, she said.

Just as soon as Bill got downstairs and she heard the bike whirring in their basement fitness center, she grabbed her laptop and went online to check out the latest entries online by Alex, an intern for the third year, college age. His summer gig wouldn’t start for a couple weeks. He loved partying and hiking in the Rockies, and all weekend would be out near Vail, hanging out with his brand new black Ford F-250, last plate ID numbers --9999. Alex looked like he was 22. He was into bourbon.

And there was #6 “Doc” Redding, a 50s looking customer of Worldwide who lived in Colorado Springs. What caught her attention was his post on Facebook: “Better half gone for the weekend. So I can do whatever I want. Hey Latrelle from Worldwide, don’t forget Saturday around 2, my patio, your beer, be there or be square. Let’s make plans ” Connie had to read this twice. Wow. I could have two of these big men at once. She closed her eyes and tried to picture it. One big cock was fantastic. What would two, even three, be like?



Saturday morning was perfect weather for a flight, but rain was expected in late morning in Greater Denver. “So what you got planned for the weekend?” Bill asked on the way to the airport. She told him that Zoe was lobbying for a group fitness walk, starting that morning. And some of the others were talking about getting a couple rooms at the Marriott on Sunday and watching HBO streaming, a big sloppy and alcohol-drive sleepover.

Connie chatted nervously all the way there. She was a bundle of nerves. He noticed and asked her what she was so jittery about. “I don’t know,” she sighed, “I cannot relax lately.”

“Call me when you land, honey!” Connie yelled to Bill as he waved and entered the United terminal.

She flew back to the house and changed out of the sweatshirt and khakis she had thrown on to start the day. She put on a red tube top and a very short white skirt. Other than hiking shoes and socks that was her entire outfit. Connie spent the better part of a half hour with her makeup. She dropped into her handbag a bottle of upper-bracket bourbon she had bought on Friday. It landed on top of high heels, a white tank top, a red lace bra, a tight denim skirt, and pantyhose. Her neighbor looked on with surprise as she backed out of the driveway aggressively and screamed toward the exit from the subdivision.



Alex Dietrich leaned against his red Ford F-250 XL, his foot resting on the 8” running board. The sky toward the mountains looked unpromising. It was 7:30 and he was restless. His gaze was fixed on the fat dark clouds marching his way, but a Honda with a blonde in it distracted him as the car and the golden hair went by from his right to his left.

Alex decided to get in a hike before the storm, opening his truck to get out his hiking boots and a hoodie.

Connie parked east of him, further away from the direction of the trail. With her handbag over her shoulder, and its strap across her chest, she began walking in his direction.

Alex thought about his fleeting stare at the blonde in the Honda. He was hard up, his girl-friend having dumped him because of his cheating. His longish, jet-black hair framed a sinister, but attractive face. He sat sideways facing out in the driver’s seat and sipped water after tying his bootlaces. He reached for his sunglasses.

Parking lot gravel crunching under cross-trainer shoes grew louder and then Connie appeared to his left. She kept walking past his truck and Alex ***** in the sight of her big ass rolling around in her skirt.

“Hi,” she said with a large smile.

“Well hello!” he greeted her.

She slowed down then stopped, her back still to him. Looking past him, Connie asked: “Are you and I going to get wet? That sky doesn’t look so hot.”

He got out of his truck and she turned around to face the distant weather coming their way. He had been stopped in his tracks by her plump ass, and now he got a frontal attack of her huge looking knockers. His gaze was on them and the rest of her. She had kept surveying the clouds and finally turned her face to him.

“The rain clouds are over there,” she smiled, pointing. He was unabashedly a breast man and had no intention of concealing his appreciation of her breasts packed into the red tube top. And she checked him out, not being discrete about discovering his package. Two seniors walked toward their car off the trail, smiling and greeting Alex and Connie. They ambled over to tell Connie to hurry up and get on the trail before the rains came.

Alex leered at her big ass and mentally undressed it, his mind racing about bending her over and fucking her in the woods.

The seniors left. “Guess we better get going,” Connie said. He noticed her eyes on this mid-section. Is she looking at my prick? He wondered.

“Oh, are we going together?” Alex said, walking closer to her and basically talking to her chest.

“I don’t want to get wet alone. And I’m afraid of the woods. There may be guys in there who’d grab my tank top and pull it off. And I have nothing on underneath it,” she said, leaning against a utility pole at the edge of the parking lot and planting her hands behind, so that they held the pole. “I need someone big and strong to protect me. And to keep me dry if we get a downpour.”

“Well, I don’t have an umbrella, so I can take off this off and wrap you up in it.” He started to lift everything above his waist toward his neck, and held it there. She smiled, admiring his build.

“I’d do the same, but I’d just gross you out with these,” she said, lifting her boobs and dropping them several times.

“Works for me,” he said, grinning.

A phone was ringing in his truck. “Oh shit,” he complained, “I got three phones.” He jumped in the truck, closed the door and rolled down his window. She leaned next to his door.

They stared at each as they continued with their brazen flirting. She took out her own phone and stood on the running board, balancing herself by holding on to the rear view mirror bracket. He looked to his left and gasped. Her huge looking breasts filled the window of the cab. Her tits barging into his truck really got him going.

She had dialed and was about to leave a voice mail for Bill, whom she had thought was still in the plane, somewhere over Missouri or Kentucky. But then his real time voice popped out at her.

“Connie! Hi. Can you believe the fucking plane hasn’t taken off? We’ve been on the tarmac forever.”

Surprise! She caught her breath. “I was going to leave you a voice mail. I was thinking of you! Sorry about the plane, that’s terrible.” She pushed her body further into the truck’s interior. The window framed her sexuality completely. Connie was all breasts in this window frame.

Alex loved fucking married women. He had found at age 16 that he had a way with them. Ever since high school a lot of lonely wives had gone crazy for his big dick. Now he had another hungry one with a ring on her finger; he spotted it when they had been checking each other out. A wedding band was a bonus.

So he put his phone on speaker to free up both hands. He looked around outside, and with no one nearby he played with Connie’s free hanging tits while she spoke with her husband.

After a few minutes she said: “Bill, honey, I have to put the phone on speaker, sorry. Hang on.”

Meanwhile Alex had ended his call. He heard her phone plop onto the roof of the truck. Connie reached in to the bottom of her tube top and slowly pulled it up, one side then the other. She at times struggled to free each face full of titmeat from the fabric, and grunted to dramatize the effort required. The left breast finally fell out, then the right. Each over-sized aureole and its hypnotizing nipple were inches from Alex’s face.

She shook her breasts back and forth. Alex could hear a voice chirping alone on the phone. He chowed down on her tits. She reached into the truck and grabbing her boobs mashed his mouth and cheeks against her smooth, abundant flesh.

“Where are you? I hear the wind.” Bill sat bored to death, in the middle seat, squeezed between two overweight passengers.

Alex was blown away by the situation. It was almost weird. Where did this slutty big-titted wife come from, hornier than most guys he knew? His dick was about ready to go.

“Honey, I have to move the phone again. I’m driving and Bluetooth is screwed up.” She took the phone off the roof and reaching into the truck put it on the dashboard. Then she began rubbing Alex’s crotch. She made out with Alex. His style of kissing was passionate.

Abruptly the rain hit and at the same time another car entered the park’s lot. Connie stepped down and got into the back seat of the truck. Alex joined her through the other door. The shower became a downpour in minutes, and then an extreme one. There was even hail.

She had undressed quickly. When he got into the roomy back seat she was spread eagled and leaning back against the window. She was squeezing her big tits with one hand and rubbing herself with the other. A trimmed, natural blonde pussy was ready for him. She stared at him as he gawked at her fingers pushing her tits against her chest, making the flesh bulge. Off went his shirt, shoes, pants…..and out sprung a fleshy, rude, stiff column of sex. He heard her sighs amid the pelting raindrops drumming on his truck.

His dick was so big it looked fake. Half kneeling on the floor and soaking wet she jacked him as their tongues and lips merged. She could wait no longer and dived into a blowjob. Having a cock in her body that left absolutely no room for anything else was becoming the center of her life. Nothing else mattered. It felt so fucking good to slobber her tongue all over his beefy testicles while her hand firmly caressed his wonderfully dense and rigid dick.

She moved to the seat and leaned over his lap, her mouth taking it all. She grunted with joy. He played with her big tits, then after a few moments helped himself to her round ass. How wet she was. He fingered her twat with increasing fervor as she went to town on his prick. She spat on it.

It was pleasurable in such a dirty way to feel Louie’s fingers in her butt. She reached around and held his hand and pushed it into her ass crack. She whispered through her hearty breathing: “Stick your finger in my ass while I suck this big dick.” He immediately complied. Three minutes later she held his dick and rubbed it all over her face. “Two fingers,” she said, and closed her eyes with the sensation of three going in and out of her rectum.

“How about three,” he said casually.

“I said two,” she frowned and smiling at the same time, “I should have you arrested.” Her eyes opened wide at the sensation. “Ok, three.” Her rectum felt so wickedly good.

She straddled him, her head close to the ceiling of the cab. His dick went right in, all the way in.

That first push made her cry out. First Terry, the Louie, and now him. She felt so sinful and it felt so good.

“I love it!!!! Shit!!! You’re big!! Are you going to fuck me all morning with that thing???” She leaned forward and made out with him. God I love this, she thought.

Soon she was bouncing on his loins. Their smacking was joined by the slaps of her big tits on her chest. He stared in a trance at the way her heavy breasts shook, the large nipples proud and impossibly arousing. A half hour flew.

A second car pulled in a few spaces away. It was barely visible through the already steamed windows and the extreme downpour that showed no signs of abating. He told her to turn around and lean against the seat, and stick her big rear end out. He ate her ass for a while, excited at her desire to get her asshole finger-fucked. He lubricated his three fingers in her pussy and resumed his debauchery of this big-titted housewife. He rubbed her clit and kissed and licked her butt cheeks and ass crack. She moaned with pleasure.

He pulled her down onto his lap, her smooth ass cheeks in his hands. Her feet and knees rested on the seat and she planted her arms on the seat in front of them. She savored the sensation of his manhood ramming against her back and ass. With Bill, it was true that she enjoyed his erection when he hugged her from behind, once his dick eventually showed itself. But with these men their lances, even only partially erect, were like Louisville Sluggers taking dominion of her butt. She knew it was wrong to crave such well-endowed men at the expense of her intimacy with her husband. So maybe she would have to stop. But not now!

Tilting forward Alex’s prick resumed the fucking that she had dreamt about since before getting out of bed to take her husband to the airport. Alex pulled on and squeezed her tits as she worked her ass up and down at him and yelled at him to go deeper. And not stop. His prick transported her. It was everything. He pushed around the back seat of the truck at his will, fucking her from behind, or in missionary position, or in reverse cowgirl. As he pleased. He moaned at the pleasure of being inside this large-breasted, wanton housewife.

He whispered to her, telling her how beautiful she was and that even with this non-stop fucking, her cunt was still tight. He laughed when he told her she really needed a cock his size all the time to make up for the boring bed she had at home. She joined in his comments and this disparagement of her marital sex life was like an aphrodisiac.

Meanwhile Bill tried her four times times with his cell phone, an attempt every ten minutes. Connie’s phone sat on the truck’s front seat, ignored. She was so on fire with this sex session that the mere sound of his calls ringing made her almost cum. For a moment she even wanted to interrupt their screwing and reach for the phone and talk to him while Alex’s jumbo prick stroked in and out of her.

When the PA on his plane directed all passengers to shut down their devices, Bill slowly turned off his iPhone. Why doesn’t she pick up?

Alex had such endurance. She squealed while he pawed her tits. His tongue went back and forth with his tit play. Then her voice rang out, vibrating through her breasts and showering over him.

“FUCK!!! FUCK!!! OOOOOH!!!!” He felt her arms wrap harder around him. She seemed to cry out for an hour. Connie had a spectacular orgasm, her cunt juice squirting at his abdomen. This sent him over the top. He yelled and yelled as his sperm rocketed into her.

Breathing hoarsely, she got back on the floor and kissed and licked his dick, determined to get his balls achingly full of warm semen. And his prick ready for her again.

Alex’s hands pushed her face all the way into his pubic hair. “What would your husband say if he could see you sucking my dick?”

Connie stopped blowing him and then giggled. “Oh boy, he would be disappointed.” She lovingly licked the full length of his partially turgid manhood. Her tongue flickered over veins and its arrogant head.

She lay on her side, facing the back of the seat. Alex raised her upper leg and ate her pussy. His tongue explored her labia and her vagina. He sucked on her twat and lapped tenderly on her clit. He pulled the leg down, kissing and licking her thighs. After ten minutes of eating her out he entered her, fucking away. Slowly at first, he filled her to the hilt, then all the way out, then all the way in. Without asking, his fingers fucked her asshole in when his dick stroked out, in a sultry tempo. He enjoyed her ample ass flesh and spanked her, telling her what a dirty girl she was. After about ten minutes of hard screwing he called out obscenities an octave above his speaking voice and shot another huge load into her twat.

The rain had let up before this. They hadn’t noticed. He made her bend over and spread her legs. He took iPhone photos of the cum dripping from her, and she told him to photograph her with his big dick in her mouth while it was still coated with their juices. They had been having sex for over three hours.

He said he had to get going. She insisted he give her his number but refused to give him her name or number. She was now in her car and he leaned in to kiss her and squeezed her fat breasts once more.

“Don’t you want to know my name?” he smiled as she put the Honda in gear. She reached into her handbag and handed him the bottle of bourbon.

She grinned. “I believe this is your favorite libation. It was nice fucking you Alex. I can’t wait to suck your cock again, soon. Expect a text.” Off she went. He stared in bewilderment and with a powerful anticipation of having sex with her again. How did she know my name?

It was almost 11. Connie needed to freshen up. She checked into a hotel near Colorado Springs rather than drive all way back home again and then turn around back to Colorado Springs. She napped for a bit and took a long shower. After toweling off she reached for the red bra, her white tank top, the denim skirt, and the patterned panty hose. She had gained a few pounds since she had bought this ensemble and it took some doing to push her body into it.

Most women would be satisfied with one well-endowed guy, either as a spouse or on the side. Connie was different. The more she found heaven on earth with big-dicked strangers, the more she wanted.

After dropping of Bill she had stopped and bought a clipboard and a pad of paper at an office supply place next to the Wal-Mart off the highway.

“This is fun!” she grinned as she drove down the road. She was more than ready for the welcome invasion of her body.