SIZE MATTERS – all about the subject of inches

Lucy often gets asked about whether she prefers the well-endowed man (you need an answer) and then what’s the difference in feeling, what’s the biggest she’s ever had, and so on, but just lately a few people she’s been chatting with have asked her how I feel about being married to a woman who likes a bigger cock than I’ve got, and how I react to that knowledge and especially how I react to seeing it, and so then she asked me to write it down. And so as always, when she asks for something, I’m happy to give it to her!

One or two of the guys have wondered how your wife goes about telling you that she wants bigger cock than you can give her. But I guess once you accept the idea that she wants OTHER cocks, which we had already done, size is less of an issue than you might expect it to be.

After all, when you buy your girl a vibrator, you don’t go looking for the smallest one in the shop, do you? NO, you buy her the big one because it will look better going in and out , and that’s what you want to see, right? And because you know she’s going to like it more. So it makes sense that if you go to all the trouble of arranging to meet guys, and then driving there, staying in a hotel or whatever, there’s no point in setting out to look for chaps with small cocks, is there?

Me, I’m Joe Average in this department, so it’s not like I have a particular axe to grind. I can honestly say I’ve never measured myself (where from?) but when a girl holds it in her hand enough sticks out at the top to make me feel respectable, and that’s really all that matters. It’s not as if you can do anything about it anyway.

However, the point is, it’s not big, and yet Lucy does like big ones. Just to play with, she often says. I wouldn’t want to own one and have to have it every night. But even so, playing is still playing, right? So when your girl tells you she’s not interested in bigger cocks than you have, you either have 8,9 or 0 inches, or it’s a lie.

When she says yours is the perfect size and she doesn’t want bigger – that’s a lie too. She does, even if only for an hour. And once she’s tried, she’ll always want another one. That doesn’t mean she’ll be obsessed or unfaithful, but it will always be on her mind. And yours.

So when did I become aware of Lucy’s liking, and how did it make me feel?

The first few guys we shared with were average-sized – people we knew to a greater or lesser extent, rather than people we picked off the net. Luce has blogged that first one somewhere, so have a look round and find it if you haven’t already.

But then we decided if it was going to be a thing we did regularly, which seemed pretty much guaranteed, seeing as how much we both liked it, then we had better confine ourselves to strangers, or we’d run out of friends. Thank god for the net, then. We started looking online, used a couple of sites quite often, one of which was very good, but it’s gone now, sadly. We met quite a few off there, just couples to start with, like you do.

Here again we’re talking mostly normally-built guys, and ordinary-looking women, reasonably close to our age because that seemed like the sensible thing to do when you’re just starting out. But we soon found out that no-one is what they seem or have pictures of, and almost none of the people we met looked anything like the pic in their ads. Some by quite a long way, and it was clear they’d posted pics of someone else entirely rather than use their own face. For a few it was just a desire not to be recognised, but for others it was probably essential if they ever wanted to meet anyone.

So we met quite a few uglies this way. But when you’ve made all the arrangements, driven however far it is and paid for a hotel room, you aren’t going to waste the time, effort and money, so you fuck them anyway.

Or rather, Lucy does

That’s when I discovered I cannot fuck ugly women, and have never tried since then. But Lucy is different, and after she’s spent the last couple of days building herself up to a Friday or Saturday night of passion, she arrives in the hotel bar like a pot full of water that’s been simmering on the burner for so long it’s ready to boil over. She’s basically just gagging for strange cock, so never mind the journey, the money or the wasted effort, she’s not going to be deprived of her fuck. So it quickly became clear that she most definitely CAN fuck ugly blokes, and enjoy it to the full, yelling and screaming as usual, cumming right left and centre as usual.

Lucky her…

So that’s how we discovered she can fuck anyone, and I’d seen her do it a dozen or so times, and really enjoy it, fat blokes, old blokes, all kinds,.and like it all as much as slim, handsome young men. She’d cum with these old chaps, loud and hard, and not be faking it at all The situation helped, of course. Shagging a strange guy you have only just met five minutes ago is a bit of a turn-on, then you’ve got the added thrill of hubby watching you do it, and of course the basic reason that’s at the root of the whole thing – she likes cock and loves being fucked. Oh, she let the wives have her as well, usually first, and she occasionally ate them back, but quite clearly it was the cock she was after. The fuck was the main event, and everything else was just foreplay.

We’d started going to swinger clubs as well by then – we went to places in Manchester, Birmingham, Stoke, all over the Midlands, seldom the same one twice at first, though we did settle on a favourite at one point, and went there several times. But the important thing – and it is really very important – is that within a year of starting I’d seen her fuck well over a dozen other guys, in private and in public, and seen how much she liked it. A lot, of course.

But a lot of the time I just couldn’t shag the women, and it was getting embarrassing chatting to plump wifey about the weather while her hubby and Lucy fucked like demented ferrets two feet from the end of our noses – though I discovered that when I had nothing else to distract me I loved watching her, and enjoyed that a lot more than I enjoyed shagging most of the wives, which was a bonus discovery for me.

So we decided to meet a few single guys and see how that was. We used a different website, swing2us, and incredibly there were pages and pages of single blokes advertising, almost all of them willing to meet couples as long as hubby wasn’t bi and just wanted to watch. As we scrolled through the ads, trying to choose, and sending little messages to the ones we liked the look of, I noticed madam was only really paying attention to young guys, and anyone with a big cock. That’s despite insisting for years that mine was perfect and she didn’t like big ones. Although we did have some pretty big vibes. Hmm…

I decided not to say anything, but test my theory.

After a couple or three evenings of studying the ads and the pictures, and some very wet knickers as well, we still hadn’t found her ideal choice, though it was definitely fun looking, since it did make her very horny very quickly, looking at pictures of strange men’s cocks with her hubby and deciding which one to fuck. But I’m a guy and guys need to organise things, so that’s what I did, and one evening I suggested that we filter out everyone over 30, and save a bit of time. Lucy liked the idea immediately, though she tried not to appear too keen.

But there were still 15 pages of ads, so then we said okay, under 25, and she was happier still. But we had 9 pages left. So then I said why don’t we just look at the ones with big cocks, and she was all no, no, no, but not very convincingly.

But they’re the only pictures you ever enlarge and look at properly, I said.

She blushed, which is something you don’t often see, giggled a bit and then just said okay then, and that’s what we did. There were still 3 or 4 pages, but Lucy looked through them with considerable enthusiasm, and we finally chose a young guy who was very horny and rude while talking to us in yahoo chat and wanted to be watched (a good sign we have since discovered), and we set a date and off we went.

We were in the hotel bar first, but only a couple of minutes before him. Amazingly he turned out not to be the physically perfect specimen in the ad, but a skinny little redhead kid whose face was the same as the photo on his page – but the body wasn’t.

However he assured us that the rest of the package was as advertised, and invited Lucy to have a feel around under the table to confirm. Which she did without any hesitation, and when I saw her eyebrows go up and her smile get big and wide, I knew he wasn’t lying about that part.

He needn’t have worried. We’d driven all the way to Reading, and paid for the hotel room, and as usual Lucy wasn’t about to let him go without getting the fuck she had come here expecting, no matter what size his cock might be, so we were going to go upstairs anyway. So we finished our drinks – one of us quite slowly, because her other hand still hadn’t come out from under the table – and trooped up in the lift with Lucy staring happily at the package she’d explored under the table and him looking like it was Christmas, Birthday and payday all at once.

When we got in the room he didn’t hang about, just stripped right off, presumably so she could see the goods before she changed her mind. And fair play, naked he may have weighed less than Frankie Dettori but he was hung like a Derby winner. It was huge, easily the 9 inches he claimed in his ad and as thick as a baby’s arm. Every meal he ate must have gone towards keeping it alive, not the rest of him.

As it began to rise in front of her, Lucy just grabbed it in one hand and held him there so he couldn’t get away while she pulled up her skirt, opened her legs wide, held her knickers aside with the other hand and dragged him down on top of her, pulling him inside her pussy with a big sigh of delight. He made some noises as well, and they started fucking away like that, him buck naked, her fully dressed, high heels, the lot, even still wearing the jacket she’d had on in the bar.

Which just isn’t like her at all. Normally she likes to be naked in bed. But I’d seen her like this often enough now to know that she was just gagging for that cock, and she started cumming right away, and pretty much carried on cumming till they ran out of breath around midnight.

He didn’t have a lot of technique – he was just 21 remember – but I soon realised that with a cock that size he didn’t need it, and he fucked Lucy stupid four times in three hours, pulling out and cumming all over her the first time, inside her twice and finally in her mouth.

I’d never seen anything like it. Not him – her

And I don’t just mean how good she looked, flat on her back with her knees high and wide, that space between the tops of her thighs spread open, her pussy wet and shiny hot, and that enormous cock plunging in and out, making her scream and yell and cum. Though it did look good, make no mistake. And if it LOOKED good to me, you can maybe imagine what it felt like to her. I didn’t need to imagine, because I witnessed the effect it was having.

Bear in mind he was not the first man I’d seen her with. Counting all the couples we’d met off the net and the people we’d fucked in or after swinger clubs, he was number 17, as it happens, so I had plenty to compare him with. And there was no comparison. She’s always been a noisy, active fuck, but she went berserk almost straight away, shouting the place down, yelling at him to fuck her harder, faster whatever, and as it went on she just got more and more disconnected from reality, and I swear she forgot I was even there. She’d also forgotten to use a condom, though she said later that it was a conscious choice – as soon as she saw it she decided she wanted skin on skin, never mentioned the condom word to him, demanded that he cum inside her and finally let him – no, made him – cum in her mouth – her own rule was that was for me only, something private she kept back. Rather like spunk in her pussy…

But horny or what?

I loved seeing her out of control like that, and loved him cumming in her – pulling out of her afterwards with it all dribbling round the edges, and her loving me seeing it.
Afterwards, chatting to him on msn – something else I discovered I like a lot, talking to guys about what it was like to fuck my wife – he said she really seemed to enjoy it, which was something of understatement, from what I’d seen. Does she like young guys or big cocks? he asked.

Good question. Both, I told him, but of course now I just had to know the answer. Which was best?. I could only think of one easy way to find out. So as we sat side by side at the PC and trawled the ads looking for another meeting – yes, we’d talked about it, yes we’d agreed we both liked it and wanted to do it again – I said are we looking for clean cut and handsome or just a big cock?

Typical woman, she gave an answer that was no help at all. Both would be nice, she said with a smile, but she was playing with herself at the time and I saw her arm bend as her fingers reached deeper into her pussy..

But if you can only have one? I insisted. A nice smile isn’t much use once you get your clothes off, is it? she said. Which I had pretty much expected to be the answer, but it still made my own cock rock hard, as I realised that my wife was saying she wanted big cocks.

So we decided to just chose someone based on his cock pic, and went to meet him in Blackpool (hello Keith). Early twenties, he lived with his parents, had no girlfriend and was no Brad Pitt lookalike (sorry Keith). But he was another thick nine-incher, and it was the same story all over again. Lucy couldn’t wait to get it in her, and once it was there she went out of her mind, screaming and cumming non-stop in a total fucking frenzy. Which is what we’ve always called it since then – big-cock frenzy.

The flowing weekend we were meeting again, Nottingham this time, 25, no names because he was butt-ugly in real life – another one who’d been clever with photoshop – but his cock pic was truly magnificent, madam’s own words, and luckily it was genuine too, all 10 thick inches. He had her climbing the walls and begging for more – more cock, more cum, more anything.

Awesome. A truly awesome sight.

We were still going to the swinger clubs as well and I suggested we go one a night when they let single men in. We did, several times, and on two occasions we invited a fit young lad back to our hotel. Both were average build in the trouser department, and though Lucy undeniably enjoyed fucking them, it was nothing like the way she gets with a big one

Which was exciting, but a little scary.

Then we shagged a guy from another swinger club and I really fucking hated him. Horrible arrogant git he was, talked to me as if I was a fool and Lucy as if she was a whore. But she’d seen his cock in action, fucking some woman in the club that night, and she wanted it in her. Huge, you see.

So she’d got us sat down opposite him and his mousey wife, opened her legs and got his attention, then got me to pull her knickers aside and spread her pussy for him to admire. Which he showed every sign of doing. After a while she quite slowly and carefully took off her knickers and gave them to me, stood up and looked towards the dancefloor. He got the message, and strolled over like he’d won the lottery, and she led him onto the dancefloor, lifted her skirt until he’d got both hands underneath, one at the front and one at the back, and off they danced.

And though he was oldish (40 at least) and ugly like a bulldog chewing a wasp, she was snogging him at the bar afterwards like he was the most desirable man on earth, happily stroking him inside his trousers while his hand rummaged around in her pants and pussy, beaming at me like he knew something I didn’t, smirking at his wife to remind her how great he was, and taking it for granted he’d be coming to our room.

Sad thing is, he was right. Lucy couldn’t wait to get it in – one of her hornier traits as a rule is she’s very impatient with a hard cock – and she’d got it out again in the lift, held it as we walked along the corridor, led him into the room with it and while me and wifey were still doing the after you, no after you nonsense in the doorway of the room she was legs apart on her back and pulling it. They were fucking like rabbits before Mrs Gitface or I had closed the door and taken a seat, but Lucy didn’t know or care that I’d missed the beginning, and she knew I do like to see that moment when it first spreads her open and slides up inside, but she was in another world., climbing the walls, cumming like a train and making noises like one as well..

It was, I have to say, a very horny sight, because she is so pretty and he was so ugly and because his cock was so large. But mostly because she was utterly off the planet with the fucking he gave her. And he did do that, half an hour of solid missionary which ended with him rather ridiculously asking if she wanted his spunk, and her shouting cum now, cum now, cum in me now. So he did.

She got straight on to him with her mouth and he was hard again in 15 minutes, and though he tried to lick her pussy in return, she was in no mood for trifles, and knelt on the bed with her little bum in the air and her cute pussy peeping out, with cum twinkling in its folds, and begged him to fuck me again, fuck me now, I really NEEED you now, come on and fuck me. So he did it again, long and hard, taking the opportunity to make sure me and wifey could see his cock in Lucy’s pussy and see how much she was enjoying the effect. He came again like that after an hour or so, and as he did Lucy had another, massive, screaming orgasm that left her gasping for breath on the bed while he left his cock inside her, slowly shrinking until it fell out and his cum tickled from her in a long, slow dribble, and she continued to sigh and moan happily, telling him how great that was, what a great feeling it was, his cock in her pussy, and mmm, how lovely it feels when you cum in me like that. Which I usually like – no, LOVE – to hear, but in his case I really wished she hadn’t said a word.

But though he drove her wild with delight I still couldn’t speak to him after, he was so unpleasant. But she was kissing him and wriggling her naked body all over him while he was dressing, and she kept getting it out of his pants for a another play and a suck, and eventually she got her way, made him hard enough to do her again, and he bent her over the hotel furniture and fucked her from behind, him stood there fully dressed, including jacket and shoes, her all naked and screaming her head off for more.

Is she always like this, asked Mrs Gitface while all 10 inches of her husband’s cock were buried to the nuts in my wife’s sopping wet pussy, and I had to answer with the truth. No, I said, not really. with the big ones. Women who’ve never had one, she said slowly, don’t realise what a life-changing thing it is to have a really big cock inside and be fucked so well you don’t care about anything else at all. I know, I said, because at that moment I thought I did. But she shook her head, and said something I’ve never forgotten, and almost made me like her – but not him . No you don’t, she said, you’re a man, and you’ll never know what it’s like to willingly surrender everything to a man you don’t like just because he’s got a large cock.

Which Lucy was quite clearly doing at that precise moment, still bent over the end of the bedroom unit, still gasping all the yes yes, oh, oh and oh God, oh God, oh God while Gitface just hammered her pussy with ten inches of cock that were, fair play to him, still rock hard after all the mileage he’d already covered this evening. Didn’t see how many women he’d been with in the club, but he’d already cum twice and was obviously planning to do it again, asking her where she wanted it this time, and clearly getting off on hearing her tell him to cum in me again, I want to feel it in me, go on, cum now, and so on..

But he wasn’t able to oblige her right away, what with everything that had gone before, but she just thought he was teasing her and kept on asking for it, until he laid her back on the bed and slid it into her mouth. She sucked enthusiastically and then wanted it back inside herself, so he fucked her some more and then put it in her mouth, and she sucked him again until she had to have it back in her pussy, and this time she rode him, squatting above his cock, sliding up and down, wet slithering noises the only sound while she used her pussy to milk him, and finally he spurted again, and she came too, collapsing on his chest with his cock still in her pussy. They lay like that for a couple of minutes, and then she rolled off and went to the bathroom, leaving me to say goodbye.

Then she came out and took my cock out, sucking it hard and guiding it into her pussy, hot, swollen, wet and sticky. Horny does NOT get anywhere near explaining how good that feels..

I sort of understood after that night that Lucy likes big cocks in a really earthy, basic way, and it was very horny, and very scary, simply because I haven’t got one and the world is full of guys who have. I knew we’d be meeting a lot of them, and I was truly looking forward to that, seeing her transported, totally lost in fucking, loving the cock, the fuck and the cum with every part of her body, while abandoning her mind completely. Astonishing.

But don’t forget that I fuck her every day and I know she likes it – I’ve seen her in just about every imaginable circumstance and I can tell when she’s enjoying it and when she’s not. Plus I know I enjoy it, and then we go out to play, and that’s really horny too.

Interestingly, the fact that she likes big cocks isn’t as scary as finding out she just likes cock was in the first place. And though its still amazing to watch her with a big one in her pussy, it’s also great to watch her with an average one, and the really scary thing is seeing her beforehand, before she gets one, and realising just how badly she wants a stranger’s cock in her pussy. No matter how many times I see her gagging for a shag, no matter how many times I see that look in her eyes, every time I put my hand up her skirt and find how wet she is for cock, it makes mine rock hard at once. Horniest thing in the world, a wife who can’t get enough cock, and the scariest too.

It’s like a roller-coaster really – you think it will be exciting and you expect it to be scary, and of course it’s both those things.

The expectation, the tension of waiting – that’s one thing, but the ride itself is amazing, half excitement, half fear. But when it’s over you can’t wait to do it again – and as soon as you get on board you’re scared and excited all at the same time.

After that, size isn’t an issue, but it’s always a bonus if it’s a big one, because there’s no sight on earth hornier than my wife with her legs wide and a large cock in her pussy. And I just love seeing her lose the plot when she’s getting fucked hard by a big one..

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