I was close to cumming and my wife, Megan, knew it too. She was also quite close to cumming, I could tell as she was biting her bottom lip and her eyes were half closed in pleasure. Megan was lying on her back, my dick rubbing between her massive tits and she was pleasuring herself with a large dildo we had recently purchased. I clenched my ass together and shot a hot stream of cum all over Megan's chest; she convulsed at the same time and let out a small scream of delight.
We both lay there afterwards, content and warm. Megan kissed me on the cheek and soon fell asleep.
This was the only way that my wife could cum now, with a large dildo or vibrator inside her. She is a fairly large girl by some guys standards but to me she is just curvy. We met when we were just 18 and we married and had children quickly. After our second child, Megan put on a bit of weight and her boobs, which were always big, ballooned to a mammoth size -- 36FF. It wasn't the only thing to increase in size either. Since Joe, our son, was born her pussy had stretched and never really changed, it was much bigger than when we first married and my cock just didn't satisfy her as much as it used to. She would only cum if I ate her out, then fucked her with one of our toys.
Both of our children have moved out now and we still do have sex on regular occasions but Megan needed filling with something larger. I had talked about bigger toys, which we had bought, and even anal sex, no chance, but I knew that she needed to be truly satisfied by a big dick. I had even considered surgery but we couldn't afford it. We had joked about another guy but Megan wasn't interested and I thought I may feel a little jealous.
The idea of another guy never really left me and I needed to know just how big my wife could take; the idea begun to blossom in my mind and before long every time we had sex I could think of nothing else. I knew that at 42 Megan was still fit, a few of my friends had commented on her amazing body and how curvy she was. As I said, she was bigger than when we were first married but due to swimming she had maintained a sexy physique.
I had started checking out places where I could hire a guy to come and 'service' my wife, I knew she would never agree to have sex with one of our friends, to be honest, I didn't think she'd do anything with a stranger either, not unless I had a foolproof plan. I phoned one escort agency up and spoke to the secretary about all the necessary details, STD checks, money, services etc. and then I asked the question of size. If I was going to go through with this risky venture it had to be worthwhile. "What's the biggest guy you have on the books?" I asked.
"Well we have a basketball player at just under 7-foot sir."
"No," I said a little embarrassed, "not height, dick size." There was a pause from the secretary, almost as if she wanted to prolong this shame and then she responded.
"8 inches sir, he's..."
"8 inches," I said, "That's not very long, mine's almost as big as that."
"Sorry sir, 8 inches is not the length, it's the girth."
"What?" I stammered.
"The girth sir, 8 inches around the penis, the length is 13 inches." Now it was my turn to be quiet. What seemed an entirely long time passed and then I booked a meeting with this mammoth of a man.
Two days later I told Megan that a friend of mine from work would be coming for tea and a few beers. Megan said fine and agreed that she'd be home in time to cook up one of her famous chillis.
I met the guy, Mike, after work and introduced myself. He was black, about six-foot and had an athletic build. We chatted for a few minutes then told him my plan. I wanted him to come round for food, to stay over and to get friendly with Megan but no sex. Mike looked confused at this point until I told him that my wife wouldn't fuck a stranger, we had to play a game. He looked unsure until I told him that he would still get paid and that we would book him again a few days later if all went well.
During the food, Megan cooked up her best chilli, Mike and the two of us were chatting away and drinking lots of wine. Megan seemed chattier too and I noticed on more than one occasion she would look up and down at Mike's body.
"So Mike do you have a wife? girlfriend?" Megan asked.
"That's a bit of a sore point honey," I said, "Mike's just split up from his girlfriend."
"Oh I'm sorry," she said, although she didn't really look it.
"That's fine, you didn't know. We had a bit of an, erm problem." Mike smiled and looked down at his crotch.
"How do you mean?" asked my wife.
"Well, I used to hurt her." At this Megan looked totally confused. This story was all part of our plan so Mike continued. "She had difficulty when we had sex, I'm a little bigger than the average guy and she used to suffer because of it. She called it off."
Megan was quiet for the first time of the night and then looked at me. I merely shrugged and finished my wine.
It was time for part two of the plan. We finished dessert and Mike got up to leave, he grabbed his car keys and made for the door. "Hang on." I said, "Mikey. You can't drive, you must have had a bottle of red to yourself. Stay here and just drive in in the morning with me."
"If it's not too much trouble." He said, looking at Megan. She nodded and smiled at me.
"Come on, let me show you your room." I took him upstairs and showed him the guest bedroom. Last summer we had had an ensuite bathroom fitted to the guest bedroom and a small Jacuzzi. It was a real luxury but now that the children had left we thought we deserved a treat. Part three of the plan was about to take shape. I turned the Jacuzzi on and before long Mike and I were sitting in the warm bubbles drinking another glass of wine. Megan walked into the bathroom about twenty minutes later. "I wondered what you two were doing whilst I was washing up."
