It had been on Diane’s mind for years. Even now — ecstatic as she felt lying on the large bed with cum dribbling down her thighs — the old images flitted in and out of her brain.

Matted pubic hairs were damp beneath the palm of her left hand, his cock hot and sticky in the fingers of the other. He was still firm even though several minutes had passed since he’d pumped a familiar bumper load into her depths. 

She relished those breathtaking moments when his dramatic expansion was followed by his thick pulsating rod flooding her dark cavern. This time had been exceptional and she’d gasped in admiration and appreciation of her husband’s stamina and determination to fulfil her desires, quench her wants and needs. 

Slowly, almost languidly in her sexual serenity, she stroked the thick shaft, feeling his masculine strength still coursing through his veins. Amazing.

Lying on his back by her side, he turned his head to look at Diane while she casually used a thumb to smear their mixed fluids over his broad purple crown. A smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “Hmm, have I ever told you that you have a magnificent cock?”

“Many times, thank you.” He chuckled then put a hand on her stomach. “So, that was okay, was what you’ve wanted?” He spoke quietly, barely above a whisper. “You’re satisfied?”

Diane nodded, the back of her head sinking into the pillow. “Oh yes, very satisfied and very happy,” she muttered and closed her eyes…

~~~~~~~~

She’d been eighteen when it happened, a day and event that lodged firmly in her brain. August fifth, a sunny late afternoon, and she was strolling home from work, taking her usual short route through Hollybush Woods.

It was one of those rare days when she had the trail to herself. No joggers, no cyclists, mums with kids, or dog walkers. Just her and the tweeting birds and insects rustling in the undergrowth. Until she heard a voice, almost hushed, filtering through the dense thicket on her left.

“Oh fuck, Jim, you’re bloody big.”

Diane halted. She blinked and turned her head towards the voice. Did I hear right?

“Well, what d'you expect when I’m sucking your huge tits? I love these beauties.”

“I know you do, lover… and I love what you’re doing. Even so, I’ve never known you this big. And it’s so hard.”

Diane took a deep, silent breath, and looked around. Nobody. Curious, she took tentative steps and sidled between a bush and tree trunk, trying not to make a sound. Cautiously, she trod in the direction of the voices.

“Yeah, bet you say that to all the boys.”

“Hey, I’ve not had that many, you know. I’m not a slut.”

“I’m only kidding. But I know lots of guys have the hots for you, Mary. You’re a big beautiful woman.”

“Aww, that’s nice, Jim. You really think so? I’m not too fat?”

“Course not. Would I be here like this if you were fat? Come on girl, you’ve made me this hard and you know I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a long time. “

“Yeah, I know. And I want you, too.”

“So, are we gonna do it? You know I’m ready. What about you?”

“Alright big boy, just a moment, let me check… yes, I’m wet enough. But, don’t rush it. I’m not joking, you look really fucking big.”

Diane heard male laughter. “You do choose your words, Mary. Fucking big, indeed. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

His voice seemed very close and Diane squatted to peer through a narrow gap in the bushes. She stifled a gasp: the near-naked couple were only feet away in a small clearing. The girl was on her back and he knelt between her open legs. And his erection was impressive. Diane wasn’t a virgin but this Jim guy certainly had the largest cock she’d seen. 

Dropping on to all fours, Diane watched Mary draw up her knees, dragging the soles of her feet along the grassy earth. Her knees tipped sideways as Jim edged forward between her meaty thighs, cock in his right hand pointing at her hairy mound. Diane held her breath. So did Mary… before yelping, “Oh fuck,” when Jim’s broad dome breached her entrance.

“You okay?”

“Hmm… yes,” she said. “Great really. Just a bit shocked.”

“You feel tight.”

No wonder. So would I with that inside me. 

Mary’s chubby arms clung to Jim’s back as he pumped into her, his taut buttocks rising and falling in an ever-increasing rhythm. His strokes were long and Diane wished she could see more of his cock but she daren’t move. Couldn’t risk disturbing the young lovers.

“Oh, fuck, Jim, you’re good.”

“And you,” he grunted, pounding against her plump groin. “You really are tight.”

“It’s cos you’re so big… oh fuck yes, just like that —” Jim had pushed Mary’s knees up to her chest, spreading her open.  “That’s so good.”

With the change of position, Jim did more than create easier access to Mary’s stretched pussy. He also provided Diane with an improved view. Now she could see his long cock driving in and out, his big ball sac slapping against the girl’s broad buttocks. 

Diane felt a trickle in her panties. What an unexpected turn on. She knew what her priority would be when she got home.

“Oh god… yes, that’s it… fuck, fuck, fuck… that’s it.”

Mary’s arms splayed wide, her head rocked and rolled, eyes scrunched shut. Diane guessed the girl was having one great orgasm while Jim continued pounding her, his powerful thrusts shorter and quicker now.

Suddenly, he withdrew and sat back on his haunches. Diane stared at his solid erection, glistening with juices, as he wrapped his right hand around the shaft. Two or three rapid tugs and Jim grunted, huge globs of thick cream splashing onto Mary’s floppy huge tits and soft belly. Jim slowed his strokes but he still kept coming and Diane bit her lip — and gushed. Fuck, and I haven’t even touched myself.

“Oh, wow,” chuckled Mary, “that’s one hell of a lot you’ve shot there.”

“Big cock, lots of cum,” said Jim, squeezing out the last drops and wiping his hot rod along Mary’s inner thigh. “You okay?”

“Sure am, big boy.” She grinned. “We must do it again.”

“Okay, just give me a minute.”

“What?” Mary propped up on her elbows. “I didn’t mean now. Bloody hell, I’m really fucked, Jim, and I feel a bit sore down there. I mean it, you are fucking big.”

“So, we’re finished then?” 

“Oh, Jim. Really?” Diane watched Mary reach for his cock. “I’ll give you a handjob if you want.”

“It’s okay, another time maybe,” he said as Mary slowly rubbed him, her hand looking so small on his shaft. “In fact, next time, perhaps we’ll start with one, then fuck. We’d last longer that way.”

“Right,” said Mary, releasing her grip. “You really are something else. Other guys have been drained after one fuck with me. And, believe me, nobody’s lasted as long as you.”

Jim stood and helped Mary to her feet. “We’d better get dressed,” he said, picking up her discarded blue panties, “and I’ll walk you home.”

Ooops, time to move. 

Diane slowly rose from her crouch and stealthily moved away, taking care not to rustle the leaves or snap a twig. The last she heard was Mary asking, “Have you got any tissues? I can lick this off my tits but there’s loads down here.”

Back on the trail, Diane hurried for home. An elderly couple approached, a poodle trotting at their ankles.

“Been a nice day,” said the lady.

“Yes, really nice.” Diane smiled broadly. “One of the best.”

In her bedroom, she delved into her pussy. Eyes closed, Diane vividly recalled the scene in the woods, pictured Jim between Mary’s spread thighs, his mighty length sliding in and out. What a thrill it had been, stumbling across her own private sex show. She’d seen a few porn movies but watching people fuck live — in the flesh, as it were — had never entered her head. But now it dominated her thoughts — and she came quickly, every nerve prickling in the heat and rush of a tumultuous orgasm.

Over the next few weeks, Diane walked the same route home but she never encountered the lovers. She had to relieve her rampant urges and frustration with her fingers and an urgently-acquired toy. But, each time she masturbated, her thoughts turned to the woods: his cock thrusting into her depths, her squeals of delight, flesh slapping against flesh, and that wonderful climax, stream after stream of thick cream arcing and splashing onto her quivering body. Without a doubt, Diane was obsessed.

Eventually, she realised something rather surprising about herself and the experience in Hollybush Woods. She came to understand that it wasn’t the voyeuristic aspect that turned her on, that sparked her desires and wishes to do it all again. It wasn’t spying on unsuspecting lovers that aroused her like never before, it was something far more basic: she loved watching a man fuck a woman. Not actors, not porn stars… but ordinary Jim and Marys. 

~~~~~~~~~

That was five years ago. Now, happily resting in bed with cum drying on her thighs, Diane had been married for nearly two years and her eyes popped open when she felt her right nipple being, licked, kissed and sucked.

“Hmm, that’s nice,” she mumbled, aware of her husband’s hardness pressing against her right thigh. After the last hour’s intense activity, she was surprised that even his incredible strength hadn’t diminished. “Seems like you’re getting ready to go again, you randy bastard. Is there no satisfying you tonight?”

“Would it be okay?” he whispered after lifting his head from her breast and looking up into her eyes. “Be a shame not to make the most of the opportunity, wouldn’t it?”

Diane grinned. “You’re right, it would.”  She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his shaft. 

Beneath her left palm, the matted pubic hairs had almost dried and she trailed fingertips among them before sliding her middle finger along the crevice below. She rubbed the prominent nub, just a couple of strokes, then dipped effortlessly between the open lips.

“You’ve got a gentle touch.”

Diane looked to her left. “And you feel very wet.”

“Well, I heard what you two were saying and, yes, I guess I’ve got excited again. You’re not surprised are you?”

“No, not at all. Pleased in fact,” Diane said, continuing to probe the fleshy pussy.

“So, you want to watch again, is that it?”

“I do. It’s only fair, isn’t it? My husband fucks you and I watch. We all get what we want, yes?”

“Oh yes,” Mary agreed, placing a hand on Diane’s left breast. “I’ve already told you I couldn’t believe it when you phoned and told me about watching us all those years ago. And when you made the offer —”

“You couldn’t refuse,” Diane said, burying her finger deep.

“Certainly not. Well, I was a bit nervous, of course.” She squeezed Diane’s nipple. “You know I hadn’t seen Jim for years. But he has the biggest and best cock I’ve ever had and I just had to come. And, boy, did I come.”

Diane laughed. “You did and so did I.”

“Yeah, you did. I hope you both don’t mind me saying this, but I enjoyed watching Jim fuck you. I guess I understand a bit more about where you’re coming from, Diane.” She tweaked and tugged the erect nipple. “But, honestly, I’d rather fuck Jim than watch.”

“Okay, that’s fine.” Diane withdrew her sticky finger and stroked the length of her husband’s solid rod. “I know you’re both raring to go so I’m moving onto Jim’s side of the bed.”

Jim took his cue, dismounting and walking to the bottom of the bed, his proud erection pointing the way. Mary lay back and eagerly parted her thick thighs as Jim clambered aboard. When he grasped Mary’s calves and raised her legs high and wide, Diane adopted a lotus position, right hand cupping her pussy.

Kneeling at Mary’s raised mound, Jim glanced toward his wife. “Can you see this okay?”

Diane’s gaze was already focused on Mary’s open pink groove. “Yes, perfect… go on, fuck her hard. Make us all happy.”