My name is Beth, and I'm a registered nurse working in an ER trauma center in the San Diego area. I was forty-seven years old at the time of this story and had been working as a nurse for twenty-five years. My hospital was just initiating a new community outreach program, and all the hospital staff members were required to volunteer in the community for at least eight hours per week.
My assignment was to work in a homeless shelter a couple of nights per week, and they specifically wanted me to help with homeless people who had health issues and had been treated in area hospitals, but who then were stable enough to be in the shelter. Most of the men and women needed basic nursing care, such as help with bed pans and sponge baths, and some also needed continuing help with their bandages and medication.
Those shelters required that the volunteers couldn't be alone with patients of the opposite sex, so either a shelter staff member or my husband, Ed, had to be present when I worked with the male patients. Ed was fifty at the time and had a good job in the insurance industry, and he agreed to help me with the assignment, especially since he would also be able to get credit for the community service from his employer.
When I began at the shelter, I was assigned to care for a forty-five year old black man named Marcus Jackson, but everyone called him Big Mark, for a reason that would soon become obvious to us. Marcus had badly burned both of his hands and forearms while helping to save some other people who were trapped in a burning building near the place that he lived on the street.
Because of the bandages and the need to keep his hands and arms clean, he was unable to use the bed pan and urinal by himself and he also needed help being bathed. His bandages also needed to be changed everyday, and I think that is why I was assigned to take care of him.
When Ed and I met Marcus on that first night, I noticed that he is about six feet tall and weighed one hundred and forty-five pounds, and although not sickly in appearance, he was still very lean and weathered, no doubt due to his many years on the street. He was also very clean and had on a clean hospital-type gown, due to the excellent care he was receiving at the shelter.
After the initial introductions, he let us know that it was the evening for his sponge bath, which they gave the men every other day. Since I'm the one with the nursing experience, Ed kind of stepped to the side of the room and let me do my thing. I asked Marcus to lean forward, so I could remove his gown and he was soon sitting there naked in front of me, except that he still had the sheet over his lap area.
I got a pan of warm, soapy water and a wash cloth and began to wash his upper torso. I then dried his back and chest and asked him to lie back in the bed, so I could wash his mid-section and legs. When I pulled back the sheet, I was surprised to see a very long and thick circumcised cock lying across his thigh, and he also has a very large set of balls that were hanging down on the bed.
In all my years of nursing, I have seen probably thousands of nude men and women, but it was usually in an emergency room situation where everyone was focused on treating the trauma, and no one really paid any attention to the person’s genitals. But there I was in a non-emergency setting, where Marcus was stable and just needed sustaining care. I was mesmerized by the size of his cock. His cock must have been at least eight inches long and almost as thick as a soda can, and it was still soft.
Marcus must have seen some surprise in my eyes when he saw me looking at his cock, because he got a slight smile on his face. Ed had moved closer to the bed to offer his help, and he also seemed to be impressed when he saw the size of that cock. I tried to act as if there was nothing unusual going on and I continued to wash his genital area, and when it came time to wash his cock and the thigh it was lying on, I gently lifted it with my hand and washed it clean. His cock was heavy in my hand, and I could swear that I felt it twitch a little as I held it up.
We then rolled Marcus over in the bed to wash the back of his legs and his ass, and when I came up to the top of his thighs; his very large balls were resting between his legs. I continued washing his balls and the crack of his ass, and then we dried him off and put a clean gown on him. I then changed the bandages on his hands and arms, and by the time I was finished with that, he indicated that he needed to pee. I brought the urinal over to Marcus while Ed stepped to the side again, and I lifted his soft, yet heavy meat and moved the mouth of the urinal over it.
I continued to hold the base of his cock as he pissed a very strong stream into the vessel, and I couldn’t help but be a little bit aroused as I felt the vibrations of his piss as it spewed into the urinal. Ed was still standing to the side of the room and behind me, and while Marcus was pissing, he looked into my eyes and smiled, seemingly knowing that I was maybe just a little too appreciative of his endowment. Our time was up for this first meeting, so we said our goodbyes and headed home.
Ed and I were both quiet on the way home, and until we got ready for bed and were lying there together. Ed was the first to speak and said, “Beth, I know that you have to be professional when giving nursing care, but I just can’t get over the size of Marcus’ cock, and it was still soft. That thing must be eleven or twelve inches long when it gets hard, and probably even thicker. It was hanging down almost half way to his knee for goodness sakes.”
I laughed a little and said, “In all our years of marriage, I’ve never heard you say anything about another man’s genitals, so you must have been impressed. Now you can see why they require you or another male to be there, just in case someone gets tempted.”
Then Ed said, “Holy shit, Beth, what are you saying? Did that big cock turn you on?”
I replied, “As professional as I try to be, I have to admit that seeing that cock really got my juices flowing. He also smiled at me when I was holding his cock and you couldn’t see him, so I know that he must have enjoyed having a woman do that for him.”
Ed rolled over towards me in the bed and said, “Beth, I know that we don’t have sex that often anymore, but if you're willing I’d sure like to fuck and suck you tonight.”
I opened the front of my night gown and held out my arms to Ed. Even though I was forty-seven years old and had a few extra pounds, I was still pretty, and my breasts are large D-cups and firm, even after having two kids that nursed me. I also have a full-lipped pussy with just a light covering of hair, and I know that Ed has always loved to suck me. My ass is shapely, if a little large, and I know that I looked pretty good for a middle-aged mom.
Sometimes I think that Ed would rather suck my pussy than fuck it, and I like that myself since he has a small dick. We made passionate love that night, for the first in months, all because we got turned on by Marcus’ big cock. The next morning was Saturday and neither of us had to go to work, so we had a good opportunity to talk about it at breakfast.
After we were seated at the table, I started the conversation by saying, “Ed, our sex was just wonderful last night, the best in years. Do you think it was because of us both seeing Marcus’ big cock? Does his cock really turn you on that much?”
Then Ed responded, ”Beth, you know that I used to go to those porn sites on the internet and that I used to read cuckold stories. Hell, we even read some of them together, and it was a big fantasy of mine to see you fucked by another man. I know that never happened and never will, but those fantasies were very strong for me. When I saw you look longingly at that big cock last night, it just brought all of those fantasies back to me.”
Then I asked, “What are you saying, Ed? Would you want me to have sex with Marcus? Would you want to eat his cum from my pussy? Is that what you’re suggesting?”
Ed replied with an embarrassed look on his face, “No, I’m not saying that. Well, maybe I would find that exciting, but I don’t know if I could ever do it, or if I could ask you to do it. Why, are you saying that you would do it if the situation came up?”
I then replied, “I’m not sure if I could do anything with Marcus either. Maybe we can just wait to see if the opportunity arises, and then make our decision about it.”
One thing became very clear from that conversation: we both had at least some interest in this cuckold experience happening, but we were both afraid to commit to it. Ed and I had not had a great sex life, and because of that, my pussy was still tingling with the thoughts of Marcus’ cock. Before our next visit to the shelter, neither one of us brought up the subject of me fucking Marcus, and I just figured that we would take it one step at a time.
We went to our next visit with Marcus the following Wednesday, and the routine was pretty much the same as the first visit. I was giving him his sponge bath while Ed stood behind me, and it almost seemed like Ed was giving me a little more space, just in case I wanted to take things further. When it came time to wash Marcus’ penis, I was holding him in my hand and rubbing it with the soapy washcloth, and Marcus started to smile at me again.
I don't think I did this consciously, but in addition to just washing him, I slowly and carefully began to wrap my fingers as far as I could around his cock, and started to stroke it. He really got a big smile then, and his cock began to harden. He also started pushing his hips in time with my hand, and I was actually jerking him off. I all of a sudden had a pang of guilt and stopped stroking him, but not before his cock grew to at least eleven inches and so thick that my fingers didn't touch while gripping it.
Marcus then looked into my eyes imploringly, and said, “Beth, please continue stroking me. I haven’t been able to relieve myself for over six weeks, and I’m about to burst. I saw the look on Ed’s face when he saw my cock at our last visit, and I’m betting that he won’t mind. Before my accident, I was occasionally a bull for several white cuckold couples, and I know that look of hunger when I see it.”
Ed was listening to Marcus’ comments and moved by my side next to the bed, and I had to admit that he did have a hunger in his face, probably a lot like mine, when he saw that fully-hard cock. Ed then reached down to take my hand, and along with his, placed it back on Marcus’ cock.
We continued stroking him together, and while Marcus had his eyes closed, we felt that massive cock erupt and the base of it was pulsing as he covered his stomach with thick, white cum. I had never seen that much cum in one ejaculation, and Ed and I both looked at it in awe. I got a towel to clean up the mess, and Marcus looked at us appreciatively.