Longing…
Every few months I would meet up with my old school friends back home. We would go out, have a few drinks, and catch up. Everything changed one night 5 years ago. I met up with the girls, and we went to some bars in my old town. These girls are so much fun, and we had a few. We were standing at the bar, and there were some lads chatting away. They looked like rugby lads, young fit, one had lovely blue eyes and built like a stallion. I heard one of them say, “Your round Dong”. My friend Sarah said to this guy, “Dong? Why do you call him Dong?”. The lad laughed, “Well love, if you saw him in the showers your eyes would pop out”.
I caught this guy looking at me, I looked at him and there was a chemistry.
“How’s it going, are you having a good night?”.
It was so long since someone came up to me in a bar and started talking to me, I felt like a teenage girl again.
“I’m good thanks, my name is Jenny, what’s your name?”.
“My name is Chris, but the lads call me Dong, let’s not go into that for now”.
I started to feel something inside me, that I had not felt for years, passion. I began to feel horny and felt my clit swelling up. We chatted small talk, and he asked me if I would like to go and sit down, we were getting on like a house on fire. Just as we were sitting down, I felt my eyes pry to the crotch of his trousers. I could see the bulge and shape of his penis. I had never seen anything like it. It was like he had a salami down his pants.
We were in a quiet corner. We spoke about our lives. I told him I was married to a stockbroker, and I sensed he knew I was unhappy. He was very flirtatious and slapped my legs when giving me his patter. He was charming, a real gentleman with gorgeous blue eyes. I was feeling a bit tipsy and plucked up the courage to ask him,
“So why do your mates call you Dong?”.
“Well, let’s just say I’m gifted in the down below area”.
I do not know what came over me, it was probably the drink, and I asked,
“Can I feel it?”.
“Sure”, he said.
Nobody in the bar could see me move my hand under the table and place it onto his thigh. I moved my hand up towards his crotch, and there it was. Wow!!! It was huge. I thought cocks like that only existed in porn films. As my hand engaged with his massive cock, I could feel it swell. It was getting bigger; I could feel it throb. I could feel the wetness inside my pussy leaking out onto my knickers. Our eyes met, and we kissed. What I’m I doing I thought?
“Listen, I’m married. I’ve had a few drinks, and I’ve let myself get carried away. You are far too young for me; I should see what the girls are up to”.
“Ok, no problem. I’ll wait here for a few minutes as if I get up now, I might get throw out by the bar staff”.
“What do you mean?”, I said.
“I need to wait a minute for my erection to go down”.
I felt a mixture of embarrassment and sexual energy rushing through my body. I walked back through the bar to find my friends, thinking to myself, “What are you doing you fool, your too old for all of this now”.
I went to the ladies shortly after and looked down at my blue silk knickers. They were soaking wet. I have not felt so horny in years and did not think a woman could feel so horny. I wanted his dick inside me then and there, but where would we do it? It was a fantasy, the drink went to my head, a middle-aged woman’s dream.
“Where did you go?”, said my friend Sarah who was so pissed she did not see me slip off with Dong.
“Oh, I just got chatting”.
“You dirty devil. Right, let’s get moving, we need to hit a few more bars before the night is over. Come on girls”.
We left the bar, I did not get a chance to say goodbye, and that was that.
I went back to the village the next day, and life returned to normal. During the week Steve would work away, I would spend my days at the gym, having my nails done, ringing friends, and engaging in the idle chit chat of the village. Friday night we were down the pub, same old, same old.
I tried hard to ignore it at first, but I couldn’t help myself think about how this guy’s cock pulsed against my hand. “Stop it!”, I thought to myself, but I just couldn’t, and every time I thought about it, it made me horny, it made me wet. The more I tried to ignore the thoughts, the more they came.
Another Friday night came, we went down the pub. Steve had his six drinks, and back to the house for his usual roll on roll off fuck. He was getting quicker, that was a relief to me. I couldn’t feel a bloody thing. It was like sitting in a dodgem for two and a half minutes, whilst he was pumping away. I might as well sit in a dodgem for that length of time, as it would probably give me more sexual pleasure.
Another Friday night came, and I had a few. As I was walking upstairs with Steve, I began to let my imagination take over. I imagined that Dong was walking behind me and was taking me upstairs to fuck him with his massive cock. Just the thought of it made my clit throb, and my pussy run with juices that lapped over the side of my flaps. I took my skirt and knickers off, and closed my eyes, imagining he was there. Of course, he wasn’t, but I was imagining. I started to rub my clit as Steve was doing his pathetic thrusts. “You don’t normally do that dear”. I was in no mood to have my fantasy spoiled by him, “Just shush, and carry on”. I tried harder to imagine then….” Urgh”, Steve had cum faster than ever. He was getting worse, and he wasn’t that good to start off with.
“I hope you don’t mind me saying dear, but you were more slippery tonight”.
Of course, I was, I was thinking of a cock three times bigger and wider, that could satisfy me. Well, that was my fantasy spoilt, back to reality.
“Oh, really dear, you just really turn me on”.
If only the dumb fuck knew how I really felt, but this is something I needed to put up with. The other option was to give up my lifestyle and get a divorce. I did not want to give up my lifestyle, but so desperately wanted a real man’s cock.
When Steve is not around and working in London, I go up to the bedroom with a wide object imagining it was Dong’s big thick cock. I fuck myself, until I squirt. Some days I am so horny, I squirt so hard, it looks like a water pistol. Steve will never see me cum like this, he is just not capable of it, no matter how hard he tried, he will never be what I need.
This is just a fantasy for ladies like me, I’ve made my bed, with 4 and a half inches lying next to me. |
