This is my first time writing a story like this and with this kind of detail, but after a few requests, I figured I’d try it. Go easy on me!! I hope you all like it.
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When I first started dating my boyfriend (I’m 29F, he’s 33M), I never imagined this would be something we’d be into. Our sex life has always been incredible. He knows exactly how to touch me, how to make me cum hard, and he can keep me on edge for hours. The only thing is, he’s not the biggest guy I’ve ever been with.
Honestly, he’s on the smaller side compared to my past partners. It never bothered me, because the passion we share more than makes up for it. But the unfortunate reality is that there are places bigger guys can reach and ways they can stretch me that he just can’t.
I’m not sure if he could read my mind or what, but out of nowhere one night, he confessed that he had a fantasy of me being with another guy who was much bigger than him. At first I was shocked. I had no idea he even thought about stuff like that. Once the initial shock wore off though, I felt a spark of excitement in my chest. The more we talked about it, the hotter it got.
He wanted to imagine me on my knees for a huge cock, begging for him to take me. He wanted to see me stretched wide, taking every inch while he sat at home thinking about it. He wanted me to come back messy, used, and tell him every single detail.
I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on to hear him say those things. We agreed we would test the waters by exploring the fantasy ourselves first, and I quickly found I couldn’t resist teasing him with it constantly. Throughout the day while he was at work, I’d text him about how badly I missed struggling to take a thick cock, or I’d tell him about the only guy I’ve ever had that I wasn’t able to fully deep throat because of how long he was. There was multiple times he said he’d have to disappear to the bathroom at work to jerk off so no one would notice how hard he was.
And the sex felt like it got soooo much better. It became part of our routine. Our sex life was amazing before, but this fantasy turned it into something else. I could feel him getting closer and closer to the point of wanting it to actually happen.
Then, a few weeks ago, it happened. That same ex who I struggled to fully deepthroat reached out to me out of nowhere. He was in town for a weekend, staying at a hotel, and wanted to “catch up.”
When I saw his name pop up on my phone, my whole body melted. I showed the message to my boyfriend, and the look on his face was priceless. He knew exactly who this guy was because he had played that story over and over in his head ever since I first told him.
I curled into him on the couch and asked if he really wanted to do this. He paused to think, but his growing bulge gave him away immediately. I could tell how excited he was. When he spoke next, the only thing he could manage to say was that he had only one role – no cumming inside me.
When the night came, my stomach was tied in knots the entire drive over. I met him in the hotel bar first, nerves buzzing, and we shared a couple of drinks to take the edge off. His eyes kept roaming my body, and when the topic came up about sending updates to my bf, he grinned and told me he couldn’t wait to show my bf how far I could take his cock without gagging.
When we got back to his room, the door had barely clicked shut before his hands were on me. We started kissing hard, tugging at each other’s clothes, stumbling our way toward the couch. Without even thinking, I sank to my knees in front of him. I looked up at him, handed him my phone, and he grinned as he started snapping a few shots. I posed for the first ones with my lips pursed around his tip before I tried to take him deep. I did my best but still couldn’t quite take it all in my mouth.
That was the last moment we remembered to take pictures. Once he pulled me up and slid into me, it was over. The sex was everything I’d been fantasizing about with my boyfriend for months. He stretched me in ways that made me cry out. It had been so long since I’d taken something as big as him that my body wasn’t fully ready for it.
Honestly, I lost count of the number of times I came, and this seemed to go on for multiple rounds spanning a few hours. By the time we finished, I was completely spent, my chest was covered with his cum, and my legs were still shaking. I cleaned myself up quickly, kissed him goodbye, and slipped back into my dress before heading out.
When I got home, I couldn’t wait to share every juicy detail with my bf. He even noticed that my ex had bruised my ass too which only turned him on more. He loved how rough things got and saw it as a small competition as he reclaimed me by fucking me the hardest he has ever fucked me. I was sore for days after taking my ex’s huge cock and then later being reclaimed by my bf.
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