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"Hung Yearnings" - Parts 1-3
    by little miss blair


I'm writing this story for a variety of reasons, reasons only
important to myself. Tomorrow I will be forty years old. My
story, however, begins nine years ago when I was thirty one.

My name is Jessica. I've been married for nine years to a
wonderful, caring man I met in college. We have two lovely
children, a boy six and a daughter eight. My 31st birthday was
yesterday, and as usual my husband treated me to a night of
dinner and dancing. He so enjoys doing for me that my pleasures
are as equally pleasurable for him.

We want for nothing really, nothing material that is. That's not
to say we're filthy rich, we don't have yachts and jets, but we
live extremely comfortable in a clean, safe upscale neighborhood.

When I was a child my mother religiously made an entry in her
daily diary. She always told me her personal history was
important to her and she found real satisfaction in reading, and
recalling, what her days and weeks were like ten years prior.

I guess I'm my mother's daughter because I've been keeping a
diary since I was ten years old. This is really where my story
begins, with my diary.

Occasionally I enter thoughts that some people probably would
think are best left unsaid. My husband knew I valued my privacy
and, as far as I knew,  he never violated that trust by taking a
peek at my innermost thoughts.

To this day I don't know if I left the diary out in the open
purposely, subconsciously hoping he would read it, or I simply
forgot to put it away.

Even after he read a few pages, it took him weeks to tell me. The
entry he read so upset him he couldn't keep it to himself. He
postponed telling me until it really began to eat him up inside.

The entry read: "There are moments, like today, that a
sluttishness wells up inside me. A time when I want to know what
it would feel like to be fulfilled sexually. To have my womb
tickled by the head of a huge cock, my imaginary G-spot probed,
my total cunt cavity filled to capacity."

That was the entry in my diary. You can see how this would
certainly concern a husband who thought everything was all right
in his marriage. And they were all right as far as I was
concerned. Only when these occasional longings arose did I
question my happiness. But everyone has their own therapy in
life. Mine was to masturbate once, twice or several times till
this feeling went away.

But this entry in my diary, to say the least, was a direct insult
to my husband's manhood. I can only imagine the agony this entry
caused him. When he finally gathered the courage to confront me I
could see the pain and hurt in his eyes. Only briefly did I
entertain the thought of attacking him for invading my privacy.
And I mean briefly, because my heart broke for him as he stood
before me, almost like a beaten man.

My husband, John, is a gentle man, a man with a big heart, a
devoted husband and father and a love for me without doubt.  I
loved him with all my heart but was now put in a position to
prove that love all over again.  Not because I had done anything
wrong but because, or so I thought, I had a character flaw.

We put the children to bed that night and met back in the
kitchen. I knew we were going to have a long, drawn out
discussion.

I should interject here that our sex life had always been
adequate for me. John has what most men and women consider a
normal cock, about six inches in length. I rarely had an orgasm
when we had intercourse, but being the considerate man John was,
we always had a lot of foreplay. He also loved servicing me
orally and I almost always had an orgasm from his superb tongue, 
He always liked to hug and caress me after intercourse which
usually ended with me falling asleep, totally content.

It took most of the night to finally convince John of my love for
him and my happiness in the marriage. He wanted to know if all
women had thoughts like this. I didn't know and told him so. It
just wasn't something my female friends would consider talking
about. He pointed out that men talk about sex a lot, usually
lying about the conquests they've made.

I asked him, point blank, do men ever talk about their wives
amongst themselves. He said mostly they talk about the wives of
other men. I didn't understand. He said, for instance, almost
everyday some one would joke with him about his sexy wife, (me)
and how the hell did he ever manage to get her.

I jokingly told him to please let his friends know I appreciated
their complimentary remarks.

I thought that was the end of our problem, that our all night
discussion layed it to rest. We even made love that morning
before John went to work.  He appeared to have his manhood back,
intact,  and a spring in his step when he left for work.

One month later John came home from work with a big surprise. Two
airline tickets, first class, and reservations at the biggest
hotel in Vegas. I was totally thrilled. He knew how I loved
Vegas. We hadn't been there since our daughter turned three
because we didn't feel that was a place to take children on
vacation. But this was to be just the two of us. He had made
arrangements with his mother to keep the kids and we were going
alone too  dance, dine  and gamble. He knew how I loved playing
the slot machines.

The day arrived, we landed in Vegas, a limo waiting to take us to
the hotel. And the two room suite was fabulous. Everything was
perfect.

Our first night we took in a show, dined till we were absolutely
stuffed, and I pulled on slot machines till my arms ached. It was
great.

The next day we slept, lounged around the pool and just did
nothing. Very lazy.

About 8pm that night John decided we should go dancing. He loved
to dance. I put on my most alluring dress, something to show all
my assets and off to the dance floors we went.

During a band break John said he spotted someone he met earlier
in the day. He excused himself and went to the bar to talk to
him. In a few minutes he was back, the young man in tow. He
introduced him to me as Peter, a dealer at one of the hotels.

When the band began playing again John insisted I dance with
Peter. Peter was taller than John, like six foot two, broad
shoulders, small waist and a butt to die for. Extremely handsome
man.

As we danced he complimented me on my dress but I wasn't born
yesterday, his eyes were all over my body. As we danced it seemed
like he deliberately pressed his manhood against my leg. The
touch wasn't lost on me. I could feel that he was not normal,
huge might be the word to describe it. And I actually felt it
grow!! I felt a rush of excitement, and embarrassment, as we
ground against each other disgustingly.

When we arrived back at the table John said he had a headache and
was going back to the room. As I stood to leave with him John
began insisting I stay with Peter and a have good time dancing.

This was so uncharacteristic of John I asked Peter to excuse us
for a minute and took John aside. I wanted to know what he was
doing, leaving me with a total stranger.

He explained to me he had met Peter on the Internet and this was
his gift of love. I didn't immediately understand. He reminded me
of my diary and this was his way of letting me live out my
fantasy.

I tried to explain to him that I  couldn't do something like
this, go off with a complete stranger and have sex.  He was
insistent. He pushed me back towards the table and then he was
gone. I couldn't believe it. What man would do this for his wife,
or for that matter, to his wife?

I was extremely uncomfortable as I sat back down next to Peter.
It was awkward to say the least.

After a few drinks and several dances later I had loosened up
considerably. I could feel a knot developing in my stomach in
anticipation of what might happen before the night was over.

The time of reckoning arrived, he asked me to his room for a
nightcap. My voice was barely audible as I accepted.

He had a small room, a single with a queen size bed, and the only
comfortable place to sit was on its edge.

As we sipped our drink he began nibbling my ear, licking inside,
quickly turning me into jelly.

He stood in front of me, his belt buckle staring me in the eye. I
quickly undid it, zipped down his pants and let them fall to the
floor.

There it was, staring me in the eye. a freak of nature.  An
appendage so large it took my breath away.  His briefs didn't 
cover half of it and it wasn't even hard yet. My god what a cock
was all I could think. I pulled it out of his briefs holding the
head up to my lips. My tongue flicked out, touching it, tasting
it, like a new sucker to a 3 year old.

I could barely get it in my mouth, my jaw muscles ached trying to
hold my lips open around it. As I slowly sucked the first two or
three inches it began to grow in size. I thought the corners of
my mouth would split. I removed it quickly, not wanting it to
harm me. So I licked it, the full length, so huge, I could not
get my fingers around it.

I looked up at his face, his cold blue penetrating eyes. I
blubbered something about I thought it was too large, that I
didn't think any woman could take a cock this huge. He smiled. He
knew my protest was weak, that there was no way I was leaving
without trying.  And he was so right, so very, very right.

I stood, turned, he unzipped me out of my dress. He forced me
down on the bed, his body and arms so strong I felt totally
submissive.  He lay down next to me, kissing my cheeks and
stroking my bare tits.  I whimpered like a school girl.

He leaned over to the night stand and retrieved a bottle of
lubricant. He handed it to me and, without a word, I began
smearing it over his huge cock. I was in such awe.. .never had I
seen such  huge manhood.  My only point of reference was John,
and believe me, there was absolutely no comparison.

He wasted no time in straddling my body and I instinctively
grasped his member and placed the head against my pussy lips. I
was having misgivings again, I really thought there was no way
this could ever happen.

He pushed slowly, the head stretching me to new dimensions, so
wide I thought I would split. The pain... it was a good pain, a
pain I could stand as I spread my legs even more for maximum
room. Two inches, three inches, four. My hips thrust upwards,
five, six, counting no longer seemed to matter.

He was so strong, thrusting his huge cock into me, I felt
absolutely primitive, sucking this huge piece of meat up into my
very core. I knew the orgasm building in me would make me forget
all other orgasms I had ever had. This was going to be the big
one, the one I fantasized about so many times.

And then it happened. I felt myself losing it, I had no control
of my body. I convulsed, screamed, whimpered and cried as wave
after wave of pleasure washed over me. I never knew such bliss.

Peter's thrusting hips never lost stride. He continued to fuck
me, and fuck me, and fuck me. I lost count... stop counting as I
came and came and came.

He finally stopped, continued laying on top of me, his prick
still buried deep into my womb. His staying power was
incredulous. I was so tired, I closed my eyes and for a minute I
fell asleep.

I was awakened by Peter's continuing, thrusting tempo and my own
hips meeting his, slamming that huge member in and out of me. We
were at it again. I knew my pussy lips were raw from this
continuous fuck fest. How quick, I couldn't believe it, I was
cumming again. Just when I thought I would beg him to stop
another wave of that delicious feeling would sweep over me.

My hands were clasping his taut ass cheeks and, for the first
time, I felt their clenching muscles begin to flinch. He was
going to cum in me. I wanted it. I felt his cock throbbing inside
me as he filled me with his hot, shooting jism. The insides of my
stomach warmed, like being filled from a hose.

I was so extremely tired, forcing myself to stay awake. Peter
rolled off of me and went into the bathroom. By the time he
returned I was dressed. He didn't understand and showed his
displeasure. He had planned on resting a while and continue our
fucking spree.

I apologized profusely, trying to make him understand that this
was the best sex I had ever had in my life. But I also had a
husband that allowed me this experience and didn't want him to
worry.

As I walked down the hall to the hotel elevator my legs were
wobbly, my entire body felt as weak as a kitten.

When I arrived back at our suite John was watching television. It
was 5 am in the morning. I knew he wouldn't be sleeping.

His eyes were searching for any difference in me as he followed
me around the suite. His curiosity got the better of him and he
began pummelling me with questions. I was so tired I wanted to
wait till later, I wanted to think about my answers, not be
tripped up and say something that might hurt him.

I undressed quickly and crawled into bed. John lay down next to
me, still grilling me about my night. I kissed him on the cheek,
told him I appreciated his gesture in allowing me to fulfill my
fantasy, but I had to sleep. I was dead tired. As I turned,
buried my head in the soft pillow, I felt Peter's cum juice
leaking from my pussy...running down my leg.


                           -- The End --


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