As crazy as things may seem in Stacy's and my marriage, our life had settled into a fairly routine existence. Outside of Stacy's insatiable need for Ricky's sexual ability our life was like anyone else's. Then, Stacy got a text from Ricky around 10 am Sunday.
Stacy and I were still hanging out in bed when she got the text. And like she does whenever he summons her, she got up right away and put on some shorts and a tank top, kissed me on the cheek, and told me she would be back as soon as they were done. That was the phrase she used the most. It was vague enough as to not sting me too bad but clear enough that I knew she'd be getting fucked.
Stacy would usually be next door anywhere from one hour to all night. So, I was surprised when she came back forty-five minutes later. She came back into the bedroom looking distant and sad.
"Everything OK, babe?" I asked
"Yeah, I'm fine. Ricky has to go back east for a couple of weeks. His dad's work is planning to transfer him again. His job will be in Boston. Since his mom is in that mental health facility in New York, it sounds like Ricky and his dad will be moving back east eventually."
Stacy tried to sound matter of fact, but it was pretty clear she was devastated. I doubted she was in love with Ricky, but my guess is it was closer to a drug addict being told their drug dealer was moving to Boston, and the drug would no longer be available to her. She climbed back into bed and curled up on her side.
I got out of bed and went downstairs. The sun was overtaking the dawn. It felt like it was going to be a hot one. I was making some toast when I heard the gate open and I watched through the window as Ricky made his way to our pool. He went around to the side further from his house and laid his towel out on the lounge chair. He set his phone on the towel and then began to slide his shorts down. He stepped out of them and walked naked confidently and casually over to the diving board. Once he stepped on the diving board it looked like the only thing between him and me was the pool and the window I was peeking out of. He stood on the board for a minute...taking in the sun. He scratched his muscled abs.
My God, it was so big. It hung straight down, heavy and thick. It was easily six or seven inches long and was as limp as it could be. As he began his dive, his cock swung like a giant snake between his legs. He splashed into the water disappearing briefly. He came up and stood in the middle of the pool. The sky was blue. The sun was getting warmer. The neighborhood seemed asleep except for Ricky, swimming, naked in our pool. I watched him shake his head flicking the water away.
He swam for a minute or two and then made his way to the stairs that are just ten feet from where I was standing inside the house. I swear, when Ricky's naked 18-year-old body walked up the stairs towards me it was all in slow motion. That cock swung freely as he climbed the steps. I could have sworn his eyes looked at me for a split second. He turned and walked back over to the lounge chair, his strong back, his ridiculously taut butt, muscled, lean, tight.
He grabbed his towel and lazily dried off. He was facing at a slight angle to me, towards the Jacuzzi. But, I could still see it. I stared out the window, leaning against the kitchen counter. I looked down at the sweat shorts that I was wearing. I was hard as a rock.
Ricky stood there and scrolled his phone. Occasionally reading, occasionally texting. My toast sat cold and forgotten in the toaster. I tried to keep my hand from slithering into my shorts, but it was useless. I wrapped my fingers around my aching hard-on. I stroked my penis as I watched Ricky standing naked in our backyard. My brain was working as if it wasn't mine at all. I had no say over the thoughts that were coming into my mind. The strangest part was I seemed to be a girl in these thoughts. I shook my head trying to clear the slate of foreign visions that were filling the movie in my mind. I kept being a girl – a very cute, petite girl. I turned and stared at the fridge door, trying to wipe the visions away. But, I was drawn back to him.
As I turned back to Ricky, he was wrapping the towel around his waist and walking towards our back door. I panicked. I stopped jacking off and went over to the sink and stood at the counter to hide my erection. Ricky opened the back door and walked in. His tan skin contrasted with the white towel wrapped around his waist. As the door closed and Ricky walked into the kitchen, I tried to seem as casual and indifferent as possible. I turned to say hello to him and forgot about my hard-on. We were facing each other about three feet apart. He had his phone in hand at his side. He looked directly at my bulge and then up at me. He said nothing. He just stared into me. The silence was heavy and uncomfortable. I was frozen and scared. I was embarrassed. He set his phone on the counter and stepped closer to me.
"Stacy upstairs?"
I nodded yes.
He looked towards the stairs for a second and then back at me. He moved to the island counter behind the sink. For some reason, I turned with him and stayed facing him instead of turning back to the sink. Despite my embarrassment, my penis would not go down. The silence continued. Why wasn't anyone talking? The tension was unbearable. Ricky just stared at me. The morning sun came thru the window behind me and was like a spotlight on Ricky's white towel. His chest and face were out of the light. Only his towel seemed to be in the sunlight. We stared at each other. It was dead silent, yet very clear who owned the room.
Then, Ricky calmly said three words. Three life-changing words.
"On your knees."
Those words. Those simple words were exactly like the feeling you get at the beginning of a roller coaster ride when it makes its first lurch forward as it pulls away from the station. I didn't speak. I looked into his eyes. He was cold, indifferent, and yet so commanding.
I stood there as if I had just been granted permission to some forbidden kingdom that only the lucky few were ever privy to. After about thirty excruciating seconds, I stepped closer to Ricky. I was before him. I swallowed my last bit of pride, and I began to lower myself slowly down onto my knees. Once I was down below him like that, the feeling it gave me made it seem almost natural. I still couldn't believe it as I watched my hands reach over to his right side and I grabbed for the towel. I slowly untied the simple knot. The towel fell free to the floor. It fell fast and in slow motion at the same time. There it was. It was no more than ten inches in front of my face. I was breathing heavily now. My heart was pounding in my chest. From my knees, I looked up at Ricky. His face was total confidence. I lingered briefly. Looking up at him. I was drinking in his assertive confidence. It's a power. It's a drug. Nothing else in the world mattered.
I held his gaze as my right hand reached for his cock. It still hung down limp. It was warm to the touch. It was so thick., that I knew instantly my hand would not be able to encircle it. I gently held it in my hand and traced and caressed it. My fingers went to the head and felt it. It was like a rare museum piece I was being allowed to examine up close. I was in awe. I tore my eyes away from his eyes and looked directly at Ricky's giant cock. I was feeling every inch of it now. Stroking it gently and slowly, taking my time. As it began to grow, I wrapped my small hand around the middle of his shaft and began to bring the head to my mouth.
As I held Ricky's gigantic cock in my hand, just inches from my lips, I looked up at him. I swear I had no idea of the words that were about to come out of my mouth.
"Thank you."
"Good girl, Timmy."
As Ricky said that to me, chills fired through my entire body. I leaned in and brought his cock head into my mouth. My only thought was how truly big it is. The head of Ricky's cock seemed to fill my mouth. As I held his cock in my hand I closed my lips around the head of his cock that rested inside my mouth. I slowly stroked his shaft as I sucked on the head. My mouth was full with the head of Ricky's cock. I sucked it good. I was sucking the head of Ricky's cock as if my life depended on it.
Ricky leaned back against the counter and looked down watching me. The sounds of me sucking his cock broke the quiet sleepy Sunday morning. His cock was hard now. The amount of cock that my little hand could slide back and forth on was insane. I brought my left hand onto it and could still stroke him back and forth. I was sucking the head of his cock like it was an entire cock. I could slide my lips back and forth on the head. Sucking, sucking, sucking. I pumped his shaft with both hands as I sucked the head. He was hard as a rock. I developed this sensual pace. I'd slide my lips just onto his shaft and then pull back off with my lips tight to his cock head. The sensation of my lips sliding back and forth on the head and then the shaft was driving him to the edge. I could sense it. He loved that.
I was so into it that I closed my eyes as I did this. Over and over, sucking the head and stroking him. I was almost overcome with emotion when I felt Ricky's hand grab my hair. He didn't change my pace, he just held onto my hair. He gripped it in his hand as I sucked his cock. I sucked a little faster. I didn't just slide my lips back and forth on the head. I was sucking it non-stop.
Ricky suddenly stood up straight and as he held my hair he spoke,
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck."
"You better swallow every drop, slut." I kept my pace and sucked and stroked him.
Suddenly, Ricky tensed up. His body convulsed. It was hard to keep his cock in my mouth. He was twitching and shaking. His grip on my hair tightened and hurt. He was cumming and it was overwhelming. I thought I was ready, but my mouth filled with cum instantly. I swallowed quickly. My mouth filled again. I swallowed again. The third time it seemed to fill even more and some of his cum shot out of a small corner of my lips. It was like opening a coke can after shaking it. The fourth load was like the first two. I managed to swallow again. His convulsing was slowing. A fifth load was easier to swallow. The amount of cum he produced was unbelievable. I held his cock head in my mouth and sucked it until there was no more cum.
I looked up at Ricky. He was still in a daze. I believe I had done a better job than either one of us expected. Only a small amount of his massive cum load had escaped my mouth. I had swallowed almost all of it.
Ricky spoke first.
"Hand me the towel." I picked up the white towel from the floor he had been wearing earlier. I held it up to him. He took it and wiped my face clean. He then wrapped the towel back around his waist. He grabbed my chin and raised it so I was looking up at him.
"Good girl." He walked out the back door and through the gate to his house.
I was dizzy. What had I done? It wasn't like he forced me. I was embarrassed, humiliated, and confused. I had never done that before. I wanted to stand up. I also wanted to open a cupboard and climb in and hide. I replayed the events in my head. Only then did I even realize he had just called me 'good girl. Ricky was eighteen and was more of a man than me. He knew it, Stacy knew it, and now I knew it.
I got up and went into the bathroom. I couldn't go upstairs and face Stacy just yet. I closed the bathroom door and tried to look at myself in the mirror, but couldn't. I needed to pee. I lifted the lid. I couldn't go. I looked down. I was so hard I couldn't pee.
After about an hour of killing time in the garage, I went upstairs to Stacy. She didn't show any signs of knowing what had taken place downstairs earlier. She was on the bed watching TV. She was staring at the TV, anyway. It wasn't hard to tell the news of Ricky going back east was difficult for her. I climbed onto the bed. Neither of us said a word. The mood was somber. I sat next to her. Both our backs against the headboard as we sat up in bed. I put my arm around her as she stared at the TV. We sat in silence maybe three or four minutes.
After some sincere and deep thought, I spoke,
"Baby?"
She barely acknowledged me...just stared at the TV. I grabbed the remote and paused the TV.
"Look at me, baby."
Stacy turned and looked at me.
"I want to say something. I don't know if it's right or wrong. But, I think I can understand some of what you must be going through, OK?"
She nodded yes.
Over the past year, we have agreed that we would start a family in the coming two or three years, right ?"
She nodded yes again, paying a little more attention now. But, surely unaware of where I was going.
I took her hand in my and held it tight between our thighs. She was staring into my eyes now. I had not told her that I had talked to Ricky's father the last time I saw him a week ago. They were moving back east for the foreseeable future. The house was going up for sale. As I sat next to Stacy on our bed, I knew Ricky would likely be gone for good in a couple of weeks. To the other side of the country. I didn't have the heart to tell her yet.
"Ricky will be here for a couple more weeks still, right?"
She nodded yes again.
"Then, I guess you have a couple more weeks to start our family."
She stared at me. Her eyes began to puddle up. The tears came quickly. We sat in silence as the tears ran down her cheeks. I gave her a minute and then I followed up,
"But, only if you want this. If you want this, I want this. I want what you want, honey."
Stacy tried to stop crying, but it was coming either way. She leaned up and hugged me. We held each other tight. It was at least two minutes before Stacy spoke.
" Are you sure you could handle Ricky getting me...?" She trailed off and didn't say the last word. This time it was me that nodded yes. And then I asked her,
"Do you want to get pregnant with Ricky's baby?"
She nodded yes.
"How long have you wanted to have Ricky's baby?"
She paused. She was still holding me tight. She whispered in my ear,
"Since the first night he fucked me."
Stacy and I held each other. The room was silent, but there was a definite feeling that both our minds were whirling with thoughts of what this conversation would mean to our marriage and our lives.
We separated and looked into each other's eyes. There was a vibe that we had crossed a bridge. We felt closer to each other than we had in months. Stacy and I both were equally conscious of our feelings and decisions. We both knew Stacy was getting fucked in a way every woman deserves, but few rarely experience it. How could I possibly deprive her of that incredible satisfaction? If the tables were turned, I would hope Stacy would allow me the same indulgence.
Stacy lay against me as we sat on the bed. It felt as if a dark cloud between us had evaporated. She seemed more at ease knowing I was aware and understanding of what she was getting from Ricky. I felt more attracted to Stacy than I ever had. I wasn't going to lose Stacy. She loved me more than ever.
As we lay there I finally asked Stacy about her times with Ricky. What was it like to be fucked by a superior specimen like him? Stacy was open and honest, as she lay against my chest, her hand softly caressing my stomach.
"It's kind of hard to put into words", she began.
"The first time he fucked me, I couldn't believe it. It's just...his cock, it just...filled me so fully. And it was so deep inside me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt myself being transported to a level of intense, animalistic lust and desire that I had never experienced before. In a split second I felt completely overpowered, yet, I eagerly submitted myself to him. I know this probably doesn't make any sense to you."
