One Wife’s Weakness: A Very Sexy Secret Revealed

After nearly 14 years of keeping this encounter a secret from my
husband, I finally decided to do the right thing and clear my
conscience.  Recently I told my husband everything below, and I am so
glad I did.  After finally confessing my transgressions, I was
pleasantly surprised to discover how turned on my husband was by my
experience.  He encouraged me to write everything down so he could
"relive" the moment whenever he felt the urge.  I realize this story
might sound a little incredible at first, but believe me every word of
it is true.  Incidentally, I have changed all the names for obvious
reasons.  I hope you enjoy - there just might be another story if some
things work out as I hope they will! 

My name is Karen, and my husband's name is James.  We had been married
for about two years when we were invited to an annual overnight event
to be held at the local community center where I used to work - we had
been to the same the previous 2 years.   Some of the other staff were
invited to the event, as well.  James and I were in out mid-twenties at
the time, while Stacy and JB, fellow co-workers, were attending
college.  Stacy was a good friend of mine, but she was, and is, not
much of a night owl, and she doesn't figure much in this story.  JB on
the other hand, was an extremely handsome, tall, athletic guy who
worked part-time as a lifeguard at the community center's indoor pool.
I saw him on occasion at work, but he was somewhat shy, and he didn't
talk much.  Stacy had always insisted that he had a crush on me, but I
could not ever confirm this, and I didn't take her teasing very
seriously.  Besides, JB had this incredibly pretty girlfriend - tall,
blond, and thin as a rail.  What would he want with someone like me?
Still, I admit that I found JB interesting, but I was happily married
and straying never entered my mind. 

Anyway, the day of this overnight event came, and James was rather
excited.  We had started a tradition a couple of years before that
James was very much looking forward to: When everyone had gone to bed,
James and I would sneak into the pool and go skinny-dipping.  These
little sessions always ended with us having hot sex either in the pool
or on the pool deck.  We always left the lights off, but the street
lights from outside gave the pool just the right romantic glow perfect
for our liaisons.  Plus, we didn't want to attract attention to
ourselves.   James couldn't stop talking about it - he loves having sex
in outrageous places.  I guess I must admit that I enjoy it, too. 

The event itself was a little boring, but the thought of being in the
pool later that night did keep me going.  James came up to me when
everyone was finding their way to bed and whispered in my ear that he
had a little surprise for me.  I thought I knew what he was referring
to - except James is far from little.  Much bigger than my high school
boyfriend, James is definitely above average in the male equipment
department.  I only dated one other guy before James and I got
together, and the sexual chemistry between this other guy and me was
never right.  Of course, I didn't know at the time how much better
physical intimacy could be, but James turned that around in a hurry!  I
suppose I have always been very interested in sex, for a female, but
I've never been ashamed of this fact.  James can definitely keep up,
and I cannot imagine there being a more talented, giving partner where
sex is concerned.  The thought of him inside me later that night was
making me juicy all by itself. 

James and I pretended to camp out with everyone else at about 1:00 in
the morning.  That's our usual plan - pretend to be asleep and then
sneak downstairs to the pool one-at- a-time a little while later.  I
saw James get up and slip out of the darkened dorm room around 2:00.  I
left a few minutes later.  When I got down to the locker room, I passed
the door to the pool area, and I could see James already in the water.
I hurriedly grabbed my towel out of my locker and undressed.  I wrapped
my big swim towel around me and pulled my hair up.  I then made my way
to the pool.  James was already stark naked, and he was jumping off the
diving board at the opposite end of the pool.  The light from outside
was reflecting off the surface of the rippling water casting wavy lines
of light all over the ceiling.  Some moon glow was also shining in
giving the whole atmosphere a kind of spooky ambience.  I sat down on
the edge of the shallow end and put my feet into the warm water.
Leaning back, I stared at the lights dancing above me as James splashed
around enjoying himself.  I was suddenly startled out of my relaxed
state with the sound of the pool door swinging open.  With a jump I
nervously looked at who was coming in.  I was more than a little
surprised to see JB stroll toward me, a white towel wrapped tightly
around his waist.  I must admit that the sight of his sexy abs was easy
on the eyes, but I began to feel a little uncomfortable by his
presence.  In the meantime, James swam up to where I was sitting with a
devilish grin on his face.  He then announced triumphantly that JB
would be joining us, if that was okay with me.  JB was now standing to
my left sticking a toe in the water, his face looking a little
apprehensive. 

I believe I let out a little nervous giggle, and I shrugged my
shoulders.  I looked up at JB and told him that it was okay with me if
it was alright with him.  He seemed a little shyer than usual, and
James began to taunt the two of us, demanding that we take off our
towels and join him in the water.  I reminded James gently that I was
not the exhibitionist that he was, but his taunting only grew more
insistent.  I must admit that the idea of being naked in front of JB
was more than a little unnerving, and I began to have some second
thoughts.  JB appeared as if he were doing the same.  I looked up at
him to gauge his reaction to James' pleas when I noticed that JB was
getting a little, how should I say it, excited.  The towel stretched
over his waist and thighs was bulging a bit right in the middle, and I
blushed with some embarrassment.  I assumed JB was hesitating to remove
his towel given his arousal.  Maybe what Stacy had been saying was
true?  Maybe JB was just a little smitten with me.  I chalked up his
reaction to the whole forbidden fruit thing - I was attractive by the
fact I wasn't available.  Regardless, I wasn't quite willing to discard
my towel, and JB wasn't making any moves to remove his, either. 

By now James was getting downright abusive.  Pretending to be mad at us,
he threatened to pull the towels from both of us if we were too
"chicken" to do so ourselves.  This latest threat was serious - James
swam right up to me and began splashing water on me while making grabs
at the front of my towel.  I leaned back and tried to shield myself
from the water coming my way.  JB just stood there silently and smiled.
 James switched tactics, explaining in mock seriousness that he was
going to count to 3 and then pull our towels off simultaneously.
Realizing the inevitability of it all, I braced myself for the awkward
moment.  Playfully, James reached up and grabbed the end of each of our
towels while counting down.  On the count of 2, however, James cheated
and yanked our towels away with a wide sweeping motion. 

There I sat, totally exposed in front of a man other than my husband.  I
looked to my left and noticed JB hadn't moved a muscle.  As I glanced
up, I received the shock of a lifetime - yes, JB was completely naked,
but oh-my-God!  I found myself eye-level with the most perfect,
obscenely large penis a girl could ever wish for!  This thing wasn't
big - it was huge.  Deliciously huge.  Not all gross and veiny like you
sometimes see in porn, but smooth and thick and perfect.  The head was
the most impressive part, very prominent and mouth-wateringly plump.  I
stared with amazement as it hung heavily between JB's muscular thighs,
the length growing slowly, the width expanding impressively.... 

(Now, girls, let's be honest.  If given a choice between a thin five
inches or a massively thick, tantalizingly long manly specimen, most of
us are going for the larger one every time.  The funny thing was I had
nothing to complain about before seeing JB in all his glory - James was
both long and thick.  Just not quite as long or quite as thick.) 

I know I gasped loudly as I watched JB's enormous penis dangle in front
of my upturned face, and I remember placing my hand over my gaping
mouth.  The rest is kind of fuzzy, though.  I believe JB dove into the
pool, soaking me in the process.  I do remember sliding into the pool
suddenly very aware of my nudity.  I also remember James just standing
there awestruck watching JB swim the length of the pool.  I threw my
arms around James and hugged him whispering a big "thank you" into his
ear.  James quickly assured me that he had no idea what JB was packing
under his towel.  James did tease me about being a size-queen, however.
 Even though I never considered myself to be one before, I understood
at that moment that I was definitely a girl in love with the idea of
being with a larger man.  James broke our embrace and headed for the
deep end leaving me alone to watch these two hunky guys cavorting
around in all their glory. 

As I swam toward the middle of the pool, I watched breathlessly as JB
started to climb the ladder by the diving board.  I watched intently as
his taut, well-toned body ascended the metal ladder.  I could see his
shapely backside moving rhythmically as he walked to the diving board.
And then he jumped out of the shadows and up on to the board.  I gazed
at his magnificent member as it flopped around with each move of his
body, the thick flaccid appendage suspended from a tiny mound of curly
blond hair, bobbing heavily between his muscular thighs.  As he dove
into the dark water below, I'm sure I sighed deeply as his god-like
form disappeared below the surface. 

James and JB swam and dove for at least an hour, while I hung out
quietly near the middle of the pool just taking it all in.  Each time
JB exited the pool, my heart skipped a beat, and I concentrated on
seeing all there was to see.  At one point, James was wrestling with me
trying to coerce me into taking a turn on the diving board.  I resisted
as long as I could, but James eventually asked JB for some assistance.
My pulse quickened considerably as I saw JB glide beneath the water to
where James and I were clowning around, and then I felt his body brush
against my leg as he swam past us.  While James was holding my arms
over my head, I felt a pair of strong hands lift me out of the water
effortlessly.  JB launched me several feet into the air, and I'm sure
he received an eyeful as I crashed into the water.  His hands on my
body were electric - I could feel a surge of energy race through my
body when he was holding on to me for that brief moment.... 

Believe it or not, James was the first one to call it quits.  He had
been up since 5:00 A.M. due to his work schedule, and he was clearly
running out of gas.  I watched appreciatively as he stood by the pool
and toweled off, his manhood excited just short of full arousal.  I
suspected JB's presence was having an erotic effect on my hubby as well
as me.  Sheepishly, I asked James for my towel, which he flatly refused
to throw to me.  I knew he would not be satisfied until I climbed out
of the pool and walked across the deck to retrieve my own towel.
Knowing it was unavoidable I took a deep breath and pulled myself up
the ladder.  I ran to my towel and wrapped it around me as fast as I
could.  Of course I had to tolerate the cat calls and whistles coming
from my 2 swimming companions, but I would live.  JB mentioned that he
was going to do a couple of laps before hitting the sauna - apparently
he was meeting his girlfriend somewhere before the night was over.
Slightly disappointed, I headed toward the locker rooms with James.
When we had left the pool area, James turned to me with a broad smile
plastered on his mischievous face - he asked me light-heartedly why I
had thanked him after I had jumped into the pool.  As nonchalantly as I
could, I told him that swimming with 2 devastatingly handsome men had
always been my dream, and he had made my dream a reality.  As he began
to answer back, I pushed past him into the women's locker room dropping
my towel as I breezed through the swinging door.  James was too much of
a Boy Scout to follow me in.  I heard him push the men's door open as
he went to grab a shower before turning in. 

This part is somewhat difficult to write considering what I did next.  I
gathered up my things preparing for a long, hot shower.  My overnight
bag was full of all my personal items including my plastic toothbrush
holder.  My toothbrush holder served a dual purpose, and its shape was
perfect for taking care of business when James wasn't available, if you
know what I mean.  It was smooth plastic, about 8 inches long, and
rounded on each end.  I unscrewed the middle of it, tossed my
toothbrush on the counter, and screwed the holder back together.  After
running the shower as hot as I could stand, I stepped into the
billowing clouds of steam with my toothbrush holder in hand.  The tile
ledge surrounding the shower was situated nicely about two feet off the
floor, and I leaned back against the warm tile in the corner while
placing my left foot up on the ledge.  I shut my eyes and imagined I
was once again sitting on the edge of the pool watching JB's penis
swaying only inches from face.  My plastic friend began his assault on
my moist sex as my fingers caressed my swollen sweet spot.  Over the
course of several minutes I eased several inches of my makeshift dildo
into my aching opening.  With slow deliberation I moved it in and out
of me, a little bit deeper with each thrust.  The hot water was
cascading down my breasts and onto my fingers as they continued to work
their magic.  Just as I felt that familiar pressure begin to swell deep
within me, I opened my eyes with a start - I could have sworn I heard
something.  I looked anxiously to my right and through the thick fog I
could see JB standing outside the open shower watching me with
amusement.  I turned my back to him and clutched my plastic friend to
my chest.  Looking over my shoulder I could see that he was also naked,
and his beautiful penis was on display for my pleasure alone. 

JB cleared his throat and apologized for interrupting my shower.  I'm
certain he saw what I was doing, but I was too mortified to try to
explain myself.  I tried to adopt a casual tone of voice as I asked him
what he was up to - I also added that he had scared the daylights out
of me.  He politely asked if he could borrow some of my shampoo as he
had managed to lose his somewhere during the evening.  I reached over
to the ledge where my foot had been resting, and I picked up one of the
bottles of my best shampoo.  I offered it to him, and he stepped
forward to take it from me.  As he accepted the bottle, our fingers
touched and he was now partially in the streams of hot water spraying
from the overhead nozzles.  He hesitated for a just a second before
stepping back out of the shower.  I chanced a quick glance down and
noticed his massive penis growing in size.  The bulbous head was now a
deep purple color, and it seemed like the entire length of him was
throbbing.  I recognized that subtle twitch a penis makes as it begins
to harden, and JB was on his way to a full-fledged erection.  As I
looked up once again, JB turned and pulled open the door separating the
two locker rooms.  He called out a cheerful "thank you" as he made his
escape.  So many thoughts and emotions were welling up within me as I
watched the door swing shut! 

Feeling a bit dazed and more than a little confused, I couldn't stop
thinking about what had just happened.  My heart was pounding in my
chest, and my stomach was in knots.  I resumed my shower, my head full
of thoughts about JB.  I could picture him standing in the men's shower
at that very moment running his fingers through his hair, rubbing in my
sweet-smelling shampoo.  I could also vividly imagine his stupendous
endowment swinging gracefully from side to side, the head sticky and
wet, pulsing with every beat of his heart, the hot water dripping from
the fleshy tip.  I turned the lever on the wall stopping the water and
the noise of the spray along with it.  As I reached for my towel, I
could hear the sound of water running from the next room.  Without
further hesitation, I knew what I had to do.  How many times does a
girl get a chance like this?  James wouldn't mind - he'd probably like
to watch, knowing him.  This was just too much to pass up. 

I rummaged through my bag and found a clip to hold my hair back.  I
clumsily put it on and opened the locker room door.  I passed through
the little hallway between the locker rooms and reached for the door
handle in front of me.  Pulling the door open I was enveloped in steam
once again.  The men's locker room was much smaller than the women's,
and JB had all the showers turned on hot.  To my left I could see the
entrance to the shower, my big bottle of shampoo sitting on the tile
floor.  Throwing all caution to the wind, I loosened my towel and
approached the opening to the shower.  Turning the corner, I peeked in.
 JB was standing with his back to me rinsing his hair.  I cleared my
throat and he looked over his shoulder with some alarm.  Seeing me he
smiled warmly and turned to face me.  As I stepped into the shower, I
noticed his penis was fully erect, stunning in its proportions, a
priceless work of art.  I allowed myself to look at it intently, and I
found the size of it strangely intimidating.  I found myself almost
automatically reaching out to touch it - my fingers lightly squeezed
its hardness as it jerked slightly with the pressure of my touch.  I
used both hands to caress it, to fondle it, to weigh it in the palm of
my hand.  Never had skin turned me on so much in my life.  I never took
my eyes off of it, and I'm not even sure that I blinked.  The only
thing I felt like doing was getting an even closer look.  So, I placed
both of my hands on JB's hips and lowered myself onto my knees. 

While the hot water streamed down upon me, I cradled his immense scrotum
in my hands.  With my face just a couple of inches away, I parted my
lips and extended my tongue until it made contact with the spot just
under the tip of JB's penis.  I could taste the saltiness of his
expectation, and I hungrily ran my tongue along the underside for what
seemed like forever until I reached the base of his shaft.  I wrapped
both of my hands around his penis and slid them down to the base - I
was amazed to find a good 3 inches of penis still exposed beyond my
grip.  I did the mental calculation that he had to be at least ten
inches in length.  Without further deliberation I opened my mouth as
wide as I could manage, and I took in as much of the scrumptious head
as possible. 

At this point let's just say that I gave JB the blowjob of his life.  I
greedily sucked and nibbled his giant penis with abandon devouring as
much of him as I could.  Honestly, I was unable to place more than half
of him into my mouth, but I desperately wanted to consume the whole
delectable thing.  He really responded when I flicked my tongue
forcefully against the head while I fondled his massive balls.  My
labor of love continued for several minutes as JB began to run his long
fingers through my wet hair, something I love dearly.  I felt like
someone possessed - I was so fixated on worshipping his penis, my head
bobbing up and down relentlessly, my lips sliding wantonly over his
rigid flesh, my hands stroking him feverishly.  It dawned on me that
this could not possibly last - he was groaning too loudly and bucking
his hips progressively faster.  Sure enough, with a loud grunt JB
came...and came...and came.  I was unprepared for the quantity of cum
unleashed by his monstrosity - I swallowed a couple of warm, delicious
mouthfuls before being overcome.  I released him from my mouth and
directed several more spasms of his hot stickiness onto my breasts.
Continuing to stroke him as vigorously as I dared, I placed the pulsing
head back onto my tongue savoring the remainder of what dribbled out.
I took him once again between my lips and felt him slowly deflate and
then relax completely.  Looking up at him I tried to catch my breath,
my body suddenly giving out in exhaustion, his hands pulling me up
within his embrace.  We stood like this for a short time, leaning
against the wall of the shower allowing the hot water to wash away any
physical evidence of our encounter. 

When I recovered my senses, I heard JB express his profound appreciation
for my performance.  He assured me that no one had ever pleasured him
the way I had just done.  Blushing profusely, I detached myself and
turned to retrieve my towel.  As I dried my hair, I witnessed JB's
penis beginning to harden by degrees.  In just a couple of minutes, he
was once again as hard as a rock.  This kid had some stamina!  He
begged me to join him back in the shower - he offered to return the
favor.  While sampling more of his charms was certainly an enticing
proposition, I knew when to pack up and call it a night.  Besides, I
was ovulating, and I was not going to allow that potent muscle anywhere
near my most vulnerable region.  This is not even mentioning the fact
that his endowment would surely have split me in two!  I suppose I
really wanted to experience the feeling of him inside me.  I just
wasn't willing to take that step, at least not without James'
permission. 

Upon taking my leave, I held the towel in front of me and placed my
index finger against my lips.  JB nodded with disappointment, but I
knew he understood.  This was something not to be discussed, and for
some strange reason I had every confidence it would remain our little
secret.  It has remained a secret...until now.

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