“Read me something,” she said as she nuzzled against my cheek.

I rolled over and picked up my Kindle from the bedside table.  I had downloaded a shitload of smut recently and hadn’t read any of it yet.  I put my arm around her shoulder and she looked on as I scrolled through the collection of dirty works.

“That one,” she said.

I barely noticed the title when I clicked on it, but after ten years of reading Literotica.com I had an idea what it might sound like.  

“Once upon a time there was a very slutty wife name Sally who only wanted one thing in the whole wide world.  Wherever she went, and whatever she did, the only thing that would make her happy was a ginormous cock.  She liked coffee, and she enjoyed a good book, but she LOVED cock.  Like really loved it.”

“That’s not what it says,” she told me.  She was reading over my shoulder, and it’s possible that I was improvising just a bit.  

“It’s the general idea,” I said.  “Do you want me to keep going?”

“O’tay, but only if you don’t stray too far.”

I patted her on the head and pushed my glasses up over my nose.  I took a drink of water and picked the “book” back up with a cough.

“Well, this little wifey had a husband with an itty-bitty penis and she knew that no matter how much she loved him, she would never be happy unless she could also get pounded on the side by a real man with a real big pecker.”

“It doesn’t say pecker.”

“I know, but I can’t just keep saying cock over and over again.”

“Why not?  I do?”

I kept reading.

“One night their friend Bobby was over and somehow they all decided to get really stupid fucking drunk and talk about sex!  Her hubby was a little shy, but Bobby was more than happy to tell them about how he loved to fuck slutty wives with his giant cock (is that better?).  His only problem was that he was TOO big for so many women, and that made him sad.  If only there was a slutty wife somewhere nearby who could handle him!”

I looked over to see if she was still paying attention.  Her eyes were closed and one hand was under the covers.  I decided to finish the tale.

“To no one’s surprise, Sally promised Billy that she could take it.  Her husband tried to protest, but even he was so turned on by the idea of watching his wife get fucked by Billy’s huge pecker, that he didn’t put up  much of a fight.  Before anyone could say a thing, Sally was on her knees sucking their best friend’s cock!  No one could believe it, least of all her, but she knew pretty soon that if she didn’t get that monster in her snatchy-pie she was going to go totally crazy!

“I need him to fuck me, she moaned to no one in particular.  That’s right, said Billy.  Get on my big stick and ride me while your husband watches.  I bet he wishes HIS pee-pee was this big!

“Oh, thank you Billy, Sally cried as she pulled off her skirt to reveal her perfectly smooth honey pot.  She had shaved it just that morning, hoping she’d get to use it.  As her husband watched, Sally crawled onto Billy’s lap and slowly lowered herself down around him.  At the first two inches she screamed.  At the third and fourth she started begging. At the sixth inch she was moaning and clawing at his chest, and at the ninth inch she closed her eyes and started to cry.  When he finally had all sixteen inches of his rock hard man meat inside her, she was coming harder than she ever had in her whole whole life. 

“Sally came and came and came, and her husband sat and cried as he watched his wife fuck another man.  He knew inside himself that this would change everything.  From then on, Sally would need it every day, and nothing would ever be the same.

“I love you honey, she said when she finally finished the aria she was singing.  But I love this big love pole too.  Hopefully all three of us can be together like one big happy family.  One really really BIG happy family.

“Billy kissed her and said now she was a real woman.  Her husband laughed and smiled at them, and they all climbed into bed.  It had been a perfect night between good friends and everyone was tired.  They all kissed and finally drifted off to sleep.”

She looked at me when I put the book down, and I wasn’t sure what was going through her head.  She took off my glasses and kissed me.  She climbed up onto my lap, pulling her shirt off in the process.

“That was okay.  I think I like the original better though,” she whispered as she moved her panties to one side. 

“Now, fuck me with your big love hammer until I fall asleep.”

Guy New York