Sarah had been married ten years when she finally admitted what she really needed. Her husbands cock was average at best, and shed spent too many nights faking it while he pumped away. That changed the night she went out with the girls and spotted Mike at the bar. Tall, broad, and packing an obvious bulge that strained his jeans. She bought him a drink, and within an hour they were in his truck with her hand wrapped around the thickest cock shed ever touched.
Fuck, thats big, she said, stroking him slowly, feeling the veins pulse under her fingers. Mike grinned and pushed her head down. Sarah opened her mouth wide and took the head in, her lips stretching around the girth. She gagged when he thrust deeper, spit running down his shaft, but she didnt stop. She sucked harder, tongue swirling, determined to get as much of that monster down her throat as possible.
They didnt make it to his place. Mike pulled into a dark parking lot, yanked her skirt up, and bent her over the seat. He rubbed the fat head of his cock along her soaked pussy lips, teasing her clit until she begged. Put it in. I want that big cock inside me. He slammed forward in one hard thrust, stretching her open in a way her husband never had. Sarah cried out, half pain, half pleasure, as he buried every inch. Her pussy clenched around him, dripping down his balls.
Mike fucked her like he owned her. Deep, relentless strokes that made her tits bounce and the truck rock. Every time he bottomed out she felt it in her stomach. She came hard, screaming, her juices soaking the seat while he kept pounding. When he pulled out she dropped to her knees again, sucking her own taste off his cock until he flooded her mouth with thick ropes of cum. She swallowed every drop and licked him clean.
That night became the first of many. Sarah started sneaking out whenever her husband worked late. Mike would text her a picture of his hard cock and shed drive straight to his apartment. Hed open the door, bend her over the nearest surface, and fuck her senseless. One afternoon he took her against the kitchen counter, lifting one leg so he could drive deeper. Her pussy gripped him tight, milking that massive shaft while she rubbed her clit and came twice before he filled her up. Cum leaked down her thighs all the way home.
She got bolder. One weekend her husband was out of town and she invited Mike over.
They barely made it past the living room. She rode him on the couch, sinking down inch by inch until her ass met his thighs. He grabbed her hips and bounced her on that big cock, her tits in his face, her pussy stretched wide and dripping. She came so hard she squirted, soaking his stomach and the cushions beneath them.
Mike flipped her onto her back and kept going, long strokes that dragged the head of his cock against her g-spot with every thrust. Sarah clawed at his back, legs locked around him, begging for more. Dont stop. Fuck me with that huge cock. Make me yours. He did, pounding her until she was a shaking, moaning mess, then pulled out and painted her tits and stomach with another heavy load.
By the third month Sarah stopped pretending she wanted anything else. She told her husband she needed space and moved into her own place. Mike visited almost every night. Sometimes they fucked slow and deep on her new bed, his cock sliding in and out while she watched it disappear inside her. Other times it was fast and filthy on the floor, her face pressed into the carpet while he took her from behind, balls slapping her clit until she screamed.
She never went back to average again. Every time Mikes thick cock stretched her open, Sarah knew exactly what shed been missing. She lived for the way it filled her, the way it made her come harder than she ever thought possible. And she made sure he knew it, moaning his name and begging for every inch until they were both spent and covered in sweat and cum.
