CHAPTER 4

As Henry sat down Colin was congratulating himself, it was going much better than he'd hoped for. The idea of forming a society had been a gamble although he'd had a gut feeling that there were many men who had the same predilection has him but he'd not been sure they would be brave enough to "come out" and expose their obsession in public but so far it looked like his instinct had been right.
While he was musing another figure rose and took his place in the pool of light. 
 'My name is Derek and before I start my story I've just got to tell you that I've been thrilled and moved and, to be honest, turned-on by the accounts I've heard tonight but in a way it has made me rather nervous that my story won't match up in excitement with what we've heard so far.
For many years, like some of you, I'd fantasised about seeing my wife's sex pierced by a huge, thick cock twice the size of my modest five inches. 
As an earlier raconteur asked why is it that we men are so bothered by the size of our endowment? 
I know all about the theory that size does not matter only technique but let's face it that's propaganda by the ones who are not well endowed because...it does...size does matters and I think that my story will prove it!
Susan, my wife, is twenty-six the same age as I. She's pretty, tall, slim but with a very large but firm bust which is proportionally too big for her slender frame. Having so much up front draws attention to her chest and, mind you, it's no wonder because she wear bras that allow her tits to bounce up and down like demented beach balls inside the revealing tops she prefers wearing. Her bottom is like a giant peach and sticks out as if inviting fondling and she has really good legs. I suppose she could be classed as a cockteaser and actually she's admitted to me that she loves cockteasing men because it makes her feel powerful. It always amuses her to how easily men are led by their cocks. 
Enough of that let’s concentrate on the Blessed Perversion. I love that name and must congratulate Colin for coining that expression, it sparks off so many lurid thoughts.
Wishing to make my obsessional fantasies come to life I started trying influencing Susan by bringing home porno videos featuring threesomes and lots of sexy magazines, especially the ones with letters about husbands describing how they loved watching their wives having sex with other men. Sometimes, when we made love, I would pretend aloud that Susan was being screwed by another man while I stood helplessly by unable to stop him. That scenario never failed to make her come much quicker and harder than usual. I will never forget the time when I'd kept her teetering on the brink of an orgasm for a long time and, in the heat of passion, she confessed that she was intrigued and turned-on by tales of wives being screwed in front of their husbands. However she found it hard to believe that it wouldn't damage a relationship or that the male partner would be able to control his jealousy. As I continued keeping her on the brink of her orgasm she admitted that sometimes, during our lovemaking, she'd fantasised that she was being screwed by a another man, usually a film star. Taking a chance I confessed that I would adore seeing her being fucked by another man, with a really big cock, and quickly added that I wouldn't be jealous or think any less of her but would love her even more.
I suppose that it wasn't surprising that at first she was reluctant to do anything so outrageous but, as I kept on exposing her to lurid tales of wife watching, she finally admitted that it might be fun to try but only if she could dictate the guidelines. I had to set it up and make sure the man was suitable and decent but she would have the right to veto my choice if she didn't fancy him. I had to be present in case she changed her mind and the man become obstreperous. I suppose I'm normally endowed and as I've said before I did believe at the time that it's not the size but how you use it that mattered. It wasn't till a colleague lent us a video that size came into it. The film featured a man with the largest cock I've ever seen. The blurb on the box claimed that it was fourteen inches and it certainly looked it. When Susan saw it she was transfixed. We played that film over and over again and she couldn't seem to get enough screwing while watching it. After having experienced a huge orgasm she confessed that while we'd made love she'd fantasised that she was skewered by the huge cocked man, featured in the film.
The idea that at last Susan would go through with it really thrilled me and, for several weeks, I tried to find a man to bring our fantasy to life, during that time our sex life was even more fantastic than usual. I placed an ad in a chat room on the Web and we received many replies. I'm certain that it was because of the very sexy photo of my delectable wife I'd featured. We had a hard time whittling them down to a manageable list of half-dozen but she still couldn't make up her mind about who should be first so we emailed to several men for further details and asked for more explicit photos as proof that they were as well endowed as they'd boasted. The answer and rude photo I received from Serge swung the balance in his favour. I arranged to meet him at a local hotel. He's French, an executive chef and possesses a quiet confidence allied to a great sense of humour and fun. He has impeccable manners, is a very natty dresser and very good looking. I knew that my wife would go for him in a big way. His deep voice and French accent added to his charms and of course he had a huge cock. 
I arranged for him to join us for dinner so that the three of us could get better acquainted without any pressure. I've got to tell you that, though I went about arranging for another man to make love to my wife with quiet efficiency, I suffered from nerves and mindless jealousy. More than once I got to the point of jettisoning the whole madcap idea but a mental picture of Susan being skewered by a gigantic cock kept me going.
The three of us met at the same hotel where I'd interviewed Serge. As soon as he and Susan clapped eyes on each other I could see that they fancied each other like crazy. My wife wore a sleek yellow dress and the colour enhanced her tanned skin, fair hair and green eyes. The garment clung to her curvy body, like a second skin, displaying her large breasts and pouting bottom to their full advantage. She was wearing a tiny g-string and no bra and her nipples were hard and swollen and lewdly outlined by the clinging material a sure sign that Susan was already sexually aroused. As she walked ahead of us, into the dining room, her pouting bottom rocked and rolled and the flimsy material of the dress became trapped in the deep cleft between her rotating cheeks so that the hem rose up allowing a glimpse of her stocking tops and an inch or so of the tanned flesh above. From the expression on Serge's face I wasn't the only one turned on by Susan's bottom and legs.
The dinner was excellent and so were the wines although I don't think Susan and Serge really cared what they ate for they had no interest in anything else but each other and their hands kept touching as they looked in each other's eyes. It was almost as if they were mind-fucking and I didn't exist. 
Yes I was madly jealous and yes, at that point, I regretted having arranged the meeting. I think that I've come to terms with the conflicting emotions and know that all of you here know how I felt because you've been through the same Hell and Heaven as I have!
After we'd finished eating they got up to dance. I became even more excited and incredibly jealous when I saw that his hands were cupping her bottom as they supposedly danced but it was more like dry-humping to music. His fingers sank into her buttocks so hard that I could see the flesh oozing between his fingers and knew that he would leave hand prints on her skin as her bum cheeks were bare beneath the flimsy material of her dress. No doubt he could feel the heat from her flesh against his palms as her hips rotated to push her sex mound against his groin. I'd noticed, when he'd got up from the table, that he'd been sporting a huge erection so it was a reasonable assumption to make that it was pulsing wildly as it rubbed directly against her pussy, which would be juicing like crazy as it hungered to have it inside itself. Ignoring the fact that he was in a public place Serge kneaded Susan's firm buttocks like bread dough as he nuzzled her ear and continued to lewdly rub his erection against her sex mound. I could see that he was whispering in her ear and, from the glazed look on my wife's face, I was sure that he must be describing to her what he was going to do to her once they were alone. 
My wife has always loved me speaking dirty to her so having a good looking young man, with a charming French accent, doing it in public must have been even more thrilling for her. I knew I was right when I saw a dark damp patch start to grow where the material of her thin dress clung to her pussy mound. Susan is what I call a profuse juicer when she gets horny. I knew that already the slimy stuff must be overflowing the inadequate triangle of her g-string and flowing down her legs where momentarily it would be arrested by the rim of her stocking tops but if she continued being aroused at the rate she was it would eventually trickle down her stockings and be visible to anyone looking. 
It had happened before. 
We were at the firm's annual dance and all the men had clamoured to dance with her. She'd been so turned-on; by the way they'd surreptitiously touched her up and pressed their erections against her body, that eventually a large dollop of sex cream had splashed against the toe of her shoe, as she was speaking to the chairman's wife. Fortunately the lady didn't see it but her husband did and his face went bright red and I thought he was going to have a heart attack.
Seeing Serge and my wife openly indulging in sexual foreplay, in a public place, made me as horny as they were.  Then I got a shock. They were briefly illuminated, by a roving spotlight, and I got a glimpse of his erect penis clearly outlined through his trousers with the bare head poking out of the waistband as he moved fractionally back from my wife. Although I'd seen his erect endowment in the photo he’d sent, and he had told me that it was a fraction under eleven inches but it seemed even bigger and the head was the size of a large plum. From the colour photo he'd sent I knew that the shaft had large, gnarled blue veins prominently showing. He'd told me, when we'd first met, that he considered himself a long-stayer and repeater. It had also come out, during the conversation, that he'd had plenty of problems with women because of his size. He had described occasions in the past when the woman he’d been seducing had freaked out when she'd realised the full size of his cock and how they had refused to make love even though he always made sure that the woman was crazy with lust before attempting to introduce his massive cock into her pussy.
The music stopped and Serge and Susan broke apart. The patch of dark moisture which was showing on the front of her dress, where his erection had pressed it against her leaking pussy, had grown even larger. My wife's eyes were shining with lust and her full bosom was heaving like mad causing her swollen nipples to catch on the edge of her top so that it seemed it would only take a careless movement to allow them to pop out of the top of her dress. She was perspiring and her tanned skin had a wonderful sheen to it. They came back to the table and I saw several guests looking at them then excitingly talking about them. Hell they radiated sex so it was no wonder that they were the centre of attention. 
I suggested that we went up to the bedroom I'd reserved. I didn't have to ask twice. They could hardly keep their hands away from each other’s body, as we hurried to the room. Once inside he gathered her in his arms and gave her a hot French-kiss, which left her weak-kneed and gasping for breath. 
Not surprising that it was a French kiss after all he is French!” 
Derek paused allowing his audience to titter at the weak joke then proceeded with his recital.
“Susan's full breasts were heaving dramatically and her eyes were shining with lust. I could see that the wet patch was starting to make her dress transparent enough so that I could detect the triangle of her g-string through the material.
Serge excused himself and went off to the toilet. 
I was sitting on a small settee. Susan slid down to sit next to me and affectionately wrapped her arms around my neck and my nose was assailed by the strong aroma of her sexual arousal. She looked radiant as she told me that she loved me while unzipping my trousers and bringing out my erection into the open. I slipped my hand under her very short skirt and discovered that her pussy was so wet that the sex juices had dribbled down her inner thighs all the way to her knees. The slimy stuff was also coating her bum cheeks and it was so abundant that my middle finger slipped inside her anus without any resistance. Susan stroked my cock as she described how Serge had rubbed his erection against her pussy all the time they'd danced. He'd guided her hand to the bare knob and she'd played with it and had a series of small but intense climaxes as she'd pictured her tight pussy being skewered by it, the way the woman in the video had been by the huge cocked-man. 
I closed my eyes and pictured a very large cock sliding in and out of my wife's tight cunt and that was my undoing. I lost control and spunked in her hand. Almost at the same time Susan reached an orgasm and, as I had three fingers up her pussy and one up the other hole, I felt her vaginal and rectal muscles clamping hard and squeezing them like velvet fists. In my mind I pictured it happening to Serge's massive cock. She licked her fingers clean then kissed me and I tasted myself on her lips. She pulled away and told me again that she loved me and was very earnest when she stressed that wanting to experience a big cock was only lust and had nothing to do with love.
I tucked my wilting cock away just as Serge came back into the room. He was looking very handsome and ready for anything. He leant down and pulled Susan to her feet and held her against his body as he kissed her on the lips and I wondered whether he could taste my semen in her mouth, She responded by throwing her arms around his neck and eagerly returning his kiss while rubbing her sex mound against his hard bulge as if she couldn't wait to get it all the way inside her pussy. His hands roamed over her pouting backside before pulling up the hem so that he could cup her bare buttocks. 
From where I sat I could see everything clearly. 
Serge's hands squeezed her naked bum flesh then his fingers moved into the crack and I was sure that his middle finger was pushing against her anus, which would be still be slack from having been penetrated by my finger earlier. His other fingers seemed to be sliding in the groove of her sex from the back. As they swayed together he pushed aside the triangle of material and two of his fingers began dipping in and out of her pussy so deeply that I could even hear the loud sloshing sounds as his hand became saturated with her profuse sex juices. The room reeked of sex and they had not even started to screw yet. Susan was kissing him passionately, caressing the nape of his neck with her fingers while rubbing her breasts against his chest. Her large nipples were very hard and stuck right out and as they are very sensitive I knew that she must be teetering on the brink of an orgasm as they repeatedly caught on the buttons of his shirt. 
I watched one of his hands slipping between her spread thighs and cup her sex mound. Within seconds three fingers were buried all the way inside her pussy, moving in and out while his thumb rubbed against her clitoris, at the same time. She clung to him, making small moaning sounds, and each time she showed sign of being on the point of orgasming he stopped and allowed it to fade. He kept her on the brink of climaxing for ages and my wife was so hot that she soon began begging him to allow her to climax before she went crazy. 
To hear my wife begging a stranger to be allowed a climax was one of the most thrilling sounds I’ve ever heard!
Knowing that she'd already climaxed, on the dance floor, and that I'd made her climax, while he was in the bathroom, made me wonder whether my wife was a nymphomaniac. 
They staggered to the bed. He sat down on the edge but stopped her doing so and ordered her to undress. He and I watched as she took her dress off then her g-string. He told her to leave her self-supporting stockings and high heels on because it made her legs and bottom so much sexier. There was a very authoritative tone in his voice as he ordered her to walk up and down the room and show off her body. 
My wife is strong willed and independent yet I could see that she was very aroused by his masterful ways and willingly did as ordered. 
She made her proud, naked buttocks rock and roll and her saucy walk caused her boobs to bounce and sway as she paraded from one side of the room to the other. The inside of her thighs were gleaming with wetness and her pussy lips were furled back so that I could see even more of her sex cream oozing out. 
He told her to sit down on the edge of the bed and, taking his time, he knelt on the floor. Without being told she spread her legs as far apart as they would go, presenting her pussy to him in all its glory. After studying it for some time he began licking her sex. He was very skilled and his tongue was so long and thick and penetrated so deeply that she had a series of quick orgasms in succession as he reamed her inner vaginal walls. Serge collected some of her thick, white, sex juice with his tongue and swallowed it with great relish. Using his hand he parted her buttocks and slipped his wet tongue all the way up inside her tight anus while he shoved three fingers into her pussy and used his thumb on her engorged clitoris. He moved his fingers and tongue in and out as if it they were penises and Susan's eyes rolled back as she shrieked and climaxed hugely. I saw a collar of thick, cunt juice ringing the base of his fingers as they continued moving in and out of her pussy. 
Later when we talked about that eventful evening Susan told me that the combination of having her cunt impaled by three fingers while his tongue rooted deep inside her bum had been so intensely arousing that she'd hovered on the brink of passing out as huge spasms of almost painful exquisite pleasure blasted through her body like thunderbolts. Her vivid description made my stomach knot up with jealousy.
Serge sat back on his haunches and I got a clear view of my wife's pussy which was very swollen. The inner red flesh contrasted vividly with the paler sex lips and beads of sex juice dotted the pubic hairs, the inside of her thighs and bottom. It was an incredible sight and I wished I'd brought a camera to record it for posterity. My cock was again so hard and jerking wildly that it felt as if it was trying to bore a hole through my trousers and this was after having already come. It was very unusual for me to reach another erection in such a short time but then I'd never seen anything so horny before.
Serge rose to his feet and quickly undressed revealing for the first time the enormously thick and long cock, with the fat purple head, I'd seen in the photos. In the flesh it seemed even larger and more gnarled and menacing and seemed to me as large and imposing as the cock in the video which had triggered this meeting. A loud gasp of surprise issued from Susan's lips when she first saw the huge cock swaying and jerking inches from her face. She stared at it as if not believing what she was seeing. Even having it pressed against her, as they'd danced, didn't seem to have prepared her for actually seeing it true size naked. He was obviously used to that kind of reaction. He knelt between her spread legs and took her hands and wrapped them around his cock and encouraged her to place the head against the entrance of her sex. 
I was leaning forward, not blinking in case I missed anything. Seeing her slim fingers curling around his massive shaft nearly caused me to have a heart attack. My heart was beating so fast that it felt as if it was going to burst through my chest. I noted that her fingertips didn't meet the base of her hand because of the massive girth of the shaft. 
Susan was shaking like a leaf as her slim fingers moved up and down the shaft while she rubbed the fat head along her slimy slit to collect some of her profuse cunt juices. 
I wondered whether she would able to take anything that large inside her rather tight pussy but also knew that Susan would rather die than not try. 
The fat cockhead pressed harder against the entrance to her pussy and, as soon as it slipped between the open sex lips, he rammed his entire thick cock into her, in one go. It must have seemed as if she was losing her virginity all over again. Susan screamed, in a mixture of pain and huge ecstasy, but made no effort to push him away instead her hands grabbed his flexing bottom to keep him against her.
Later she described her impalement. 
She told me that, as she lay pinned beneath him spitted on his huge cock. it had seemed as if its length was never ending as more and more of it plunged inside her till the head banged against the neck of her womb. Her vaginal muscles had become locked around the massive girth of his shaft so that it felt as if they were locked together forever.
Once his incredibly large cock was buried almost to the hilt in her sex Serge paused to give Susan a chance to get used to having her pussy so hugely filled with hard cock. When her sobs were replaced with pleas for him to fuck her Serge started fucking her in earnest. There was delicacy mixed with animal lust to his movements and Susan responded wildly, heaving her pussy up to meet his cock each time it rammed in. Serge had not exaggerated and he lasted a long time as he tried several positions and angles while never losing the rhythm.  
Seeing that huge cock flashing in and out of my wife's cunt was amazing especially as she was experiencing multi orgasms and was no longer conscious of me or her surroundings. She was swimming in a sea of pure orgasmic pleasure and I lost count of the number of times she climaxed before his body went rigid and he shot his spunk deep into her still climaxing cunt. 
I thought that it was all over but he stunned me by his virility. His huge cock was only partly soft as he withdrew it from her dilated pussy and turned her over onto her face. Her sexy bottom was up in the air as he knelt behind her, on the bed. It was obvious that she was still in the grip of the golden afterglow of her orgasm and wasn't really conscious of what was coming. He slammed his huge cock back into her pussy, from the rear, and she shrieked with passion and extreme pain. For a brief moment I thought that he'd pushed it into her smaller hole. I moved around and saw that it was lodged in her pussy and the sex lips were stretched around the shaft like an elastic band. The force of the powerful penetration dislodged quite a lot of his spunk which squirmed out the sides and dribbled down her legs. A long strand dangled between her splayed legs and caught the light like a diamond necklace. While his fingers gripped her clitoris he fucked his huge cock hard and long into her spunky cunt. The other hand was clasping one of her dangling breasts and his fingers were closed around the hard nipple pinching it hard, adding pain to the ecstasy my wife was experiencing. Having so many sexy things being done to her at the same time pushed Susan over the brink. She just kept on orgasming again and again, totally out of control and was completely exhausted by the time he came a second time and filled her raw cunt with even more of his spunk. 
Susan stayed with her bottom in the air lewdly exposing her wide open cunt as Serge moved away. His wilting cock had popped out of her wet cunt with the sound of a champagne cork and his white spunk bubbled out of her pussy. Her head was resting on her arms with eyes tightly closed as a mixture of his spunk and her sex juices dribbled down her inner thighs so that it looked as if she'd lost control over her bladder and was peeing.
Serge gathered his clothes and went into the other room mouthing a silent good night, sensitive to the fact that I wanted to be alone with my wife.  I was so horny that I could hardly contain myself and I slipped onto the bed, after taking my clothes off. Susan turned on her back and said that her pussy was sore from all the vigorous fucking but she was sure that it would feel much better if I used my mouth to soothe it. I realised what she was asking from me and, at first. I wasn't sure I could do anything that obscene. I knelt between her splayed legs and stared at her puffy cunt, which was still partly open and filled with another man's spunk, but as her fingers slipped up and down my cock I lost all inhibitions and, before I could change my mind, I plastered my mouth against her cunt. Closing my eyes I sucked out the mixture of spunk and cunt juices and swallowed it. It was thick and clinging. It was such an obscene thing to do that I lost control and spunked in my wife's hand as another man's spunk slithered down my throat and clung to my inner cheeks and tongue. Using my tongue I cleaned out every drop. 
We fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning she wasn't in the bed so I got up and went into the other room. After I'd watched Susan and Serge fucking I joined in and slipped my cock into her mouth as I watched his huge cock slipping in and out of her pussy. Later she tried to suck him off but could only just get the head of his cock into her mouth as I fucked her from behind. After breakfast I held his very rigid cock upright with my fingers, it was extremely thick and hard and was pulsing like an engine, as she lowered her cunt on it and it went in so deep that it penetrated her womb. She had so many climaxes that I had to help her get off his cock afterward.
Serge left and promised to contact us as soon as he came back from a business trip to South America.
My wife was like a bitch on heat as she waited for his return and every night I had to try to satisfy her but obviously wasn't succeeding. Going through the replies I’d kept I contacted Bert, an older man. In the photo he'd sent he'd displayed the biggest cock I've ever seen and though he had one hand round the base there was still more cock showing than my entire length and it wasn't fully erect. It was even longer than Serge's but the Frenchman being younger and handsomer had been our first choice. Bert had the biggest cock of all the replies we'd received. He eagerly accepted my invitation to come to the house for dinner.
I'd made sure that Susan was dolled out in her sexiest dress. I was over the moon when I saw that they really liked each other even though he was old enough to be her father. I plied my sexy wife with drinks until she was tipsy and randy then suggested that she'd like to dance with Bert.
Fifteen minutes or so later I watched as Bert fucked my wife right there in front of me in the living room. His cock was so thick that you couldn't see her pussy lips as it moved in and out because they were dragged inward. He might have been older than Serge but he had tremendous control and fucked her so well that she was crying, sobbing and writhing like mad as she climaxed again and again as I watched. I had my cock in hand but managed not to ejaculate. When finally Bert came, as he fucked her from behind like an animal, he pulled his cock out and sprayed his spunk all over her backside. Maddened with arousal I pushed him aside and sucked his freshly deposited spunk from her cunt and backside as she climaxed all over again then I slipped my cock into her even though it seemed to me that she probably couldn't feel my modest cock in her over-stretched pussy. Taking a chance I pulled it out and pressed it against her anus. The tight hole resisted for a few seconds then opened and accepted my entire cock inside its dank tightness. It was the first time for her so in a way I'd taken her last virginity. After initial recoil she pushed her bottom back to meet my thrusts. It was so exquisite that I didn't last long and blasted my spunk deep into her rectum before pulling out. Bert was ready to go again. He knelt behind her and gathered the spunk which was dripping from her partly opened cunt and smeared it on the head of his huge cock. Before she or I could stop him he lunged his huge cock into her bottom, which was full of my spunk. Susan shrieked as if she was being murdered. I couldn't believe that he had the temerity to think that he could get that huge cock into her very tight anus without injuring her. I started to move forward, intending to pull him away, then noticed that she was rotating her hips and shoving her bottom back as she screamed for him to fuck her arse as hard as he'd done her cunt. I could hardly believe that I was seeing his huge cock going deeper and deeper inside her rectum. He gave her such a good shafting that she blacked out as he splattered her rectum with his spunk and we had to carry her to bed.
He is now a regular visitor and gradually has introduced some really kinky variation into their lovemaking. Sometimes I'm required to join in as a kind of servile partner to make it even weirder. When he came back we invited Serge to join us and my wife nearly went insane when she was serviced by three men, at the same time. I had my cock in her mouth, Serge had his in her bottom and Bert was ramming his huge plunger in her cunt like a steam engine. It was a fantastic experience but it took her a week to get over it.
That is my story and I believe it qualifies me for membership of this organisation.”
Confidently he strode back to his chair and sat down.