John just shook his head, saying, “YOu are something else, lady. Always thinking about others. YOu had to make sure I had a warm dry place to sleep tonight, and you KNEW I wouldn’t even consider coming here if I had known. Thanks. And I’ll be sure to be on my best behavior! Wouldn’t wanna get myself thrown out in the snow in the middle of the night!”
I showed him the couch and led him to the guest bathroom so he could get changed. I went upstairs to shower and get ready for bed. When I came back down wearing warm pj’s and slippers, John was on the couch watching tv, wearing flannel pj’s. I offered him something to drink, saying that I usually have a glass of milk and a light snack after work, while I get wound down. John said that whatever I had sounded good to him too. I brought in two glasses of milk and some cheese for us to snack on, and sat at the other end of the couch while we watched the news. The weather showed the snowstorm was going to continue through the night, but they were forecasting for it to clear up by daylight.
When we finished our snacks, I went to the closet and made sure he had enough pillows and blankets to be comfortable. After taking our empty glasses and plate to the kitchen, I wished John sweet dreams and headed upstairs. He just said, “Thanks,” as he got settled in on the couch. Halfway up the stairs, I yelled down, “breakfast is at 8 sharp!” and he acknowledged with “oh, ok!”
I went on to bed, leaving my door open as always. Lately, we seldom closed the door. Not much ever happened that we’d need to close it. I couldn’t sleep. I was still awake a half hour later, and I remembered that I hadn’t taken my daily birth control pill that I usually take every night before bed. Not wanting to wake up John, I crept slowly down the steps, on the way to the kitchen where all the pills and medications were in the cabinet above the sink.
Halfway down the steps I glanced over toward the couch. What I saw changed my life forever.
John was laying on his back with his eyes closed, stroking his penis! The blankets were thrown down around his feet and he actually had his penis out. It pointed straight up and looked huge! I had only seen my husband’s before, but this one – it had to be at least six or seven inches long!! I was in shock. Totally mesmerized by the sheer enormous size of it. I knew it was wrong, and I should turn away, but I couldn’t. I stood there riveted to the spot, mouth open, gaping in awe at John’s huge penis. I remember the word ‘gigantic’ going through my mind, along with perverted thoughts of touching it myself. That moment transformed me.
Then suddenly I found myself actually wondering what it would be like to touch it. No one ever has to know, I thought. It had been so very long since my husband had been able to satisfy me, or even willing to try. I felt the wetness begin between my legs. The desire. The craving. From that moment it was as if I were in a trance. It was as if I was watching myself from above, slowly moving one step at a time. closer and closer to John. Silently, stealthily creeping closer, eyes locked on his c… uh, his penis. I watched myself reach the bottom step and start across the carpet to the couch. I silently crept toward him and quietly sat on the coffee table, eyes never moving from that monstrous c… uh, I mean penis. His eyes were still closed and his strokes were speeding up a bit. I swear I saw a smile cross his face. I had to touch it. I simply had to. I told myself I only wanted to help this poor lonely man who had been such a good friend to me, but in reality I wanted much more. I wanted his p…., no, I wanted his cock. I found a part of me emerging that had lain dormant for years – the sensual, wild, sexy part of me that only comes out in the middle of orgasm. The slut that just wants to fuck and be fucked. Nothing else matters but cumming.