Five years ago, I, Melania, worked as a communications advisor in the marketing and communications department of a large organization. It was not my first job — I was forty-five at the time — but I had recently joined this company after a divorce. The department was mostly women. Every now and then, Marcus would come by. He worked in the strategy department. Whenever he walked in, there was always a noticeable buzz among the women.
Marcus was a tall, handsome, light-skinned man in his early thirties — muscular, charming, and always helpful. The rumor on the floor was that he was exceptionally well-endowed. No one knew where the story originated, but it persisted.
Every Friday, the team held an after-work drink at a café near the office. I didn’t go often, but one evening my younger colleague Sophia asked me to join her. We were sitting at the bar with a glass of wine when Marcus came over and sat with us. The conversation flowed easily and quickly turned flirty. It was clear he had an eye for us — something he never showed at the office. Sophia was twenty-seven, athletic with long legs and a fresh, pretty face. I, on the other hand, was the classic cougar: curvy, with large breasts, round hips, and the confidence that only comes with age and experience. My green eyes and sultry smile had gotten me plenty of attention from younger men.
Around seven o’clock, Marcus asked if we wanted to grab a pizza with him. Not long after, we were sharing food and more wine. The talk grew increasingly naughty. Eventually, Marcus suggested we have a nightcap at his place. Sophia gave me a meaningful smile. My curiosity — and my desire — got the better of me. I quickly texted my husband that I was having drinks with colleagues.
Marcus lived just around the corner. When I came back from the bathroom, he and Sophia were already kissing passionately on the couch. They beckoned me over.
Marcus kissed me deeply, his big hands roaming over my ass and squeezing my heavy breasts. Sophia eagerly unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, and tugged his trousers off. The rumor was true. Even half-hard, it was massive. Sophia and I stared at each other in disbelief — it was much bigger than anything my husband had.
Sophia took his thick cock in her hand and licked the head. It grew rapidly into a rock-hard, veiny monster. I slid off the couch, knelt beside her, and together we licked and sucked him, worshipping that enormous dick and his heavy balls. We couldn’t get enough. When I felt his cock start to throb, I pulled back just in time. Thick ropes of cum shot across my face. Sophia licked every drop off my cheeks and lips, then kissed me deeply so I could taste him.
Marcus’s hands were all over me. He quickly unbuttoned my blouse, removed my bra, and buried his face between my large breasts, sucking and biting my nipples. He clearly loved big tits. Meanwhile, Sophia stripped and sucked him back to full hardness. I watched as she slowly lowered herself onto that thick cock. Her face twisted in pleasure and discomfort, then she let out a loud moan as she sank all the way down. “Fuck… so big… so deep,” she gasped, and started riding him.
I was dripping wet. Marcus played with my tits while his fingers found their way under my skirt and into my soaked pussy. Sophia came hard, shuddering, then slid off him. Marcus lay back on the couch. I slipped off my panties, grabbed his massive cock with both hands, and straddled him. I pressed his fat head against my lips and slowly sank down. Inch after inch stretched me open. It felt incredible.
Sophia lowered her pussy onto Marcus’s face while I rode him. I could see his tongue working her as I bounced on that huge dick, my big breasts jiggling. The head kept hitting my cervix while the thick shaft rubbed perfectly against my G-spot. I came fast and hard. Marcus’s strong hands gripped my hips and breasts as I rode him like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
Later, he took Sophia from behind, fucking her hard while she screamed in pleasure. Then it was my turn. He pounded me doggy-style, and I screamed louder than I had in years — a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure. Finally, Sophia begged for his cum in her mouth. I joined her. For the first time in a long while, I swallowed a man’s load. It tasted so much better than my husband’s.
After a glass of wine, Sophia and I played with his cock again until he was rock-hard once more. We took turns getting fucked — against the table, on top, missionary with my legs spread wide, and hard doggy-style until the early hours.
I got home around two in the morning, showered, and slipped into bed. My husband never woke up. The whole weekend my pussy throbbed deliciously. When he wanted sex, I told him I had a hangover.
On Monday, Sophia told me she had stayed until the next morning and let Marcus fuck her again before work. A month later she asked if I had been back to see him. I said no. She confessed she had slept over several times, completely addicted to that enormous cock.
Whenever Marcus came to our department, he acted completely normal — as if nothing had ever happened. Sophia and I agreed that probably most of the women on the floor — single or married — had experienced his exceptional size firsthand.
These last few weeks I’ve been thinking about Marcus’s huge cock constantly. It makes me incredibly horny. I regret not cheating more often. I’m now eight months pregnant and the only men I’ve slept with are my husband… and that one unforgettable night with Marcus.
