I wanted to fuck Marty the first time I saw him. He was lean, tan, and gorgeous. He also knew exactly how good-looking he was, and loved having girls fall all over themselves for him. Of course, that only made me want him more! I didn't care that he was several years younger than me and that we were both married, I wanted him, and I wouldn't take no for an answer.
We joked around quite a bit at work, and a lot of it was based on how horny/slutty I was, but I didn't think I was making any progress with him until one time I made a comment about how hot another guy was, and he actually seemed jealous. Of course it could have just been because another guy was getting the attention that Marty wanted, but I took it as the opening that I needed. I started making sexual jokes about Marty, and talking about him taking his shirt off every chance I got.
He was very possessive about his cell phone, and I started joking that it was because he had nude pictures of himself on it. One day, out of the blue, he sat down at my desk and asked if I really wanted to see his cell phone. "Sure," I said, "why not?" I scrolled through a few funny pictures that we both laughed at, and then I was shocked to see that he really did have nude pictures! There he was, and there was his big, beautiful cock. It had to be 8 inches long. He was looking away from me, so I wasn't quite sure what my reaction was supposed to be, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to touch it, and taste it. I was too shy to say much to him, because I wasn't sure if he was just stringing me along, so I just made a joke about it. "It's pretty decent, but I can't really tell the size."
"What do you mean you can't tell? You can see my hand in the picture!" he said, laughing.
"But I don't really know how big your hands are. Put your hand up to mine so I can compare them."
He held his hand up so I could put my palm against his. I was surprised to see how large his hands were; I had never noticed before. "I still can't tell though," I said. "You'll have to take another picture with something else held up for scale and show me that, too. Try to have that ready for me tomorrow—I have to go home now." He just laughed and shook his head.
I was so turned on by what I had seen that I had to rush home to get myself off. My husband was home, so I locked myself in the bathroom, grabbed my vibrator and starting rubbing it over my swollen clit while I imagined Marty's strong hands squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. I was so hot that it wasn't long before I was shoving the vibrator into my wet pussy with one hand while I fingered myself with the other, pretending that it was really his long fingers doing the work. I came in no time as I imagined his huge cock sliding in and out of me. I wanted to cry out but I knew I couldn't, so I only whispered his name when I came. The thought of fucking him was so exciting that I kept going until I came again and again. I hardly slept at all that night. I just kept thinking about his big, beautiful cock, and how much I wanted it. I tossed and turned, and I couldn't stop imagining having sex with him in every possible position.
