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My long time friend Jane has become an unabashed large penis enthusiast in the last few weeks. Long story short, I’m in my early 30s, married, and recently found out my wife is turned on by sharing my big cock with this until-recently-platonic friend of mine. Suffice it to say, I have been in situations in the last few weeks that are beyond the scope of what I wondered efficient.

Yesterday I had plans to go out for dinner with my wife and a big group of friends, including Jane. To be honest with you, I was a little apprehensive about seeing Jane in this context. The last few times I’ve seen her have been unspeakably lewd. It’s an incredible situation to be in, but at the same time I don’t want everyone in my life finding out and being scandalized by it. I see it as a wonderful little secret between my wife, myself, and Jane.

I texted Jane ahead of the dinner.

“Are you going to behave yourself on Tuesday?” I asked?

“I’ll try,” she replied.

And so I found myself sitting between my wife and Jane at this brand new high end restaurant, surrounded by friends. The place was a bit stuffy compared to what we were used to, but everyone was having a good enough time.

Thee drinks were flowing and the conversation was fun. About an hour into dinner Jane leaned over, a bit drunk, and messily whispered into my ear.

“I want to suck that fat cock again tonight.”

My heart dropped, even as my loins stirred. I knew this whole evening was a mistake. Jane wasn’t ready to act typical around our friends. Worse, I didn’t know if I could withstand her. I made sure my cloth napkin was bunched up on my lap, but I felt it start to rise, pushed skyward by my awakening cock.

“Chill out,” I laughed under my breath.

She pouted slightly and took another sip of wine. She turned from me and began engaging with a conversation to her right, as I talked to my wife and other friends to my left. But only a few minutes later her hand was casually on my leg, inching upwards, until it made contact with my big semi-erect penis. Her touch felt electric, but it was too dangerous for me. I moved her hand.

The stakes were high enough that I felt dizzy. These were all close friends, we all had interconnected lives, and I did not want my lust triangle to become the talk of the town. Not everyone would figure out.

‘The bathroom is pretty close’, I wondered to myself, ‘maybe I should take a minute to cool down.’

I waited until my erection had subsided a bit, then took a few brisk sips of cold water and excused myself quickly. I tried to move in such a way that no one could identify my heavy hanging cock as I shuffled around the corner.

I locked the bathroom door behind me and took a few deep breaths. I walked to the sink and threw some cold water on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, heart pounding. I was sure that Jane’s boldness was on the verge of broadcasting our secret to everyone.

I heard my name spoken softly through the door.

“Jane?” I asked.

“Let me in,” she whispered.

Great, I wondered. I took a deep breath before unhitching the latch. She slunk into the room, face full of mischief. I locked the door behind her, and before I could even speak her lips were pressed to mine. For a moment, I was taken aback, but she felt so good that my concern quickly melted. The passion of her kiss set me ablaze. She looked incredible in a soft, flowing sundress, her fit body tantalizingly close to visible. She felt incredible in my hands, which I ran across her back, her sides, her breasts. I felt my cock began to rise.

Soon, she was engaging in her favourite pastime, down on her knees freeing my big dick from my pants. Unleashed from the elastic of my boxers, it sprung up and brushed her cheek. She giggled.

“Fuck,” she exclaimed under her breath.

She grabbed my heavy cock with one hand, lifting slightly as she ducked below and kissed my balls. She took a moment to work them with her tongue, sending shivers of anticipation through my body. Most of her face was obscured to me as she slowly kissed along the underside of my shaft. Then, she took my cock head into her mouth with an ease that she certainly hasn’t exhibited the first time, just a couple weeks ago. Her mouth felt incredible, and seeing it stretched around my fat cock made me weak in the knees. She swirled her tongue beneath me and pumped my shaft with her small hands. I watched in awe at the spit dripping out the sides of her mouth as she sucked and slurped loudly on my thick veiny cock. I let out a moan.

She took me out of her mouth for a moment and spoke sheepishly.

“Can I have a souvenir?” she asked.

I nodded, not yet understanding what she meant. She reached into her handbag and grabbed her phone. Before I knew it, she was taking pictures of my package. First, she used her free hand to pose my dick at numerous angles, showing how her fingers just barely touched when wrapped around it. Then, she held her forearm next to my throbbing cock and snapped a couple more. She looked up at me to make sure I was alright with the pictures, which I certainly was; the size comparison was impressive and made me even more aroused, if anything. Then, I watched in amazement as she flipped the camera around and started filming herself sucking my big dick. It was heaven on earth.

All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door. We froze in terror. Jane stifled a laugh and almost choked on my cock as she stopped filming, dropping her phone back into her bag. We looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

The door handle jiggled.

“Uh, just a minute,” I called as I began to collect my pants.

Jane stood quietly as I tried to stuff my cock back into my boxers. She leaned in and spoke quietly into my ear.

“I need to feel you inside me, just for a second,” she whispered.

There was no way this was gonna happen, I wondered. But she turned around and pulled up her sundress, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She put her finger over her lips to confirm that she’d be quiet, then leaned forward onto the sink. She was dripping wet and her pussy was intoxicating. I felt something switch in my brain, and my lust for her took over; suddenly, I didn’t care that there was someone waiting right outside the door.

I stepped towards her. She reached back and grabbed my thick veiny cock and placed it against her slick pussy. She wiggled for a moment before pushing her hips back, sliding me deep inside. She let out a moan.

“Jane”, I whispered, “if we’re going to do this you’re going to have to be quiet, ok?”

She looked back at me with her doe eyes, drunk with lust.

“I’m trying, it just feels… so….”

She trailed off as I came to the crest of a long deep stroke. She whimpered. She covered her mouth with her hand to muffle the sounds that she couldn’t control.

She began bouncing on my cock, almost twerking, stroking my long fat dick from base to head with her heavenly pussy. It was an incredible sight, and I marvelled at the ease with which she took me inside her.

There was another knock at the door. I barely paid attention. There was nothing we could do to pull ourselves away from each other.

My rhythm was building, steady and deep, and she wasn’t doing a great job of staying quiet. Her moans and whimpers were becoming louder, and as I thrust deeper the clap of her ass was syncopated by my swinging balls slapping against her underside.

Another knock. Jane began to shake. I pumped deep as I felt her pussy contract. The absurdity of the situation struck me as my cock spasmed. The pounding on the door got louder. I moaned as I let go, unloading a thick rope of cum inside her. She put her hand to her mouth and let out a muffled scream as she shook. My fat cock pumped again and again, ejecting terrific slops of cum deep into her delicate body. Her shakes turned to tremors as the cum began spilling out of her pussy, running down her thigh.

After the crest of our lust broke, she pulled my cock out of her and let her dress down as if nothing had happened, though my seed was still oozing out of her. I rinsed my cock in the sink, stuffed myself back into my pants, and did up the zipper. We adjusted ourselves in the mirror as we prepared to go back to our friends.

“I’ve never done anything like that before” she whispered. “Something about your big dick makes me go crazy.”

I gave her a quick kiss before I unlatched the lock. Jane slunk back out of the washroom and I heard her say a few words to the person on the other side. I waited a few more seconds and opened the door, gaze averted as I walked out. I glanced up and my heart almost jumped out my chest as made quick eye contact with a baffled woman standing waiting to use the washroom; Sarah, the wife of one of my close friends. She looked shaken.

“It’s all good, we just, I’ll explain…later,” I mumbled like a fool, adding that my wife was in on it all.

I arrived back at the table and sat down in my chair as inconspicuously as efficient. For now, no one had seemed to notice. My wife smiled knowingly and gave me a kiss.

NSFW: yes

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