Curiosity

Each quarter, we would have girls only get together at the home of one of the ladies. It was the turn of my work colleague Katherine, but her house was under renovations, so it was held at her friend's house. The ladies brought either a dish or a bottle, which was decided at the previous meeting, giving us ample time to prepare.

There were eight ladies plus our host, Samantha, who had been friends with Katherine for many years. She was a chef and had prepared the most delicious meal I have had outside of a restaurant.

We had all sat down to eat when Sam set the tone for the tonight's conversation. Looking directly at me she said, "You have a man working with you that is incredible in bed." That statement got everyone's attention.

"Who do you mean?" I questioned.

Katherine answered. "Roland."

"Tell me more," I said, and this was echoed by the other ladies.

Samantha went on to tell us about a session she had with him at the hotel and how he made her cum so much that she had to tap out.

"Ladies, picture this. A tall, dark, sexy man standing naked in front of you with perfectly shaped dick between nine and ten inches long."

My pussy responded to that description by throbbing, which caused me to squirm in my seat. Some of the other ladies were squirming too, as they processed the imagery as well.

Samantha began to detail his skills and assets. Apparently, he played with her clit better than she did, making her knees buckle when she came. When she detailed how he ate her pussy and fucked her until she nearly passed out, the ladies and I went crazy. My pussy was pulsing more frequently, and I could feel the wetness between my legs.

"You should try him," suggested one of the ladies.

"I can't do that, I'm a married woman," was my response. "I have only been with one man, and he keeps me satisfied," I continued.

"How do you know how good your husband is good if you've never tried anyone else?" one of the ladies asked.

Even though her point tweaked my interest, I had to defend my position. A couple of the other ladies also described a session with a big dick man, which served to tweak my interest even more.

I could not get Samantha's description of fucking Roland out of my head for the rest of the weekend. Whenever I was alone, that imagery came back.

On the drive to work Monday morning, I was thinking of him. My body seemed to be on high alert and when I saw him, a shot of adrenaline rushed through me. That story changed how I looked at him. We shared an office with four other people, and I had to wait until we were alone to ask him the question that I needed an answer to. I told him about the gathering and told him what Samantha had said about his sexual prowess.

He laughed and said, "That's nice of Samantha to advertise my skills."

That is when I asked my burning question. "Is it true you have a big one?" I asked coyly.

He laughed again and said, "It may be big to you but its normal to me."

"You're such a tease," I said as I walked back to my desk.

"Discovering for yourself is much more erotic than being told," he said looking at me purposefully.

I was back at my desk when he asked, "Do you know what pheromones are?"

"Yes, I do. Why?"

"I can smell yours," he said with a very naughty smile on his face.

That embarrassed me so much, that I had to excuse myself and go to the toilet.

Later that day, we had our team meeting and we sat next to each other. My pussy was already wet from our earlier conversation, so being in very close proximity to him had distracted me. I began to think of what Samantha told us and how it made me feel. My pussy was throbbing. I was so horny, and he knew it. Not to make my squirming obvious, I slowly adjusted my position in the chair to calm my pussy. That move, however, brought my leg in contact with his. I pulled it back quickly, hoping he had not noticed. The next time my leg touched his however, I felt his leg pushing back. I met his pressure with pressure of my own and we continued our play for the duration of the meeting. I was buzzing with horniness for the rest of the day. I remembered Samantha saying that he drew her in with his aura and that was exactly what was happening to me.

The following week, we had an offsite meeting as part of our team building plan. I had worn a skirt that day and as we entered the conference room, I naturally sat next to him. Shortly after the meeting started, the conversations I had with Samantha and him ran through my mind. I became very aroused by the thought of him playing with her clit and making her cum many times. I became consumed in my thoughts. My pussy was throbbing, and I subconsciously opened my legs wide, and was pressing on his leg. Suddenly, I was brought back to reality when I felt his hand gently touch my inside thigh. He was drawing circles with his fingertips and moving ever closer to my pussy. I knew my blue laced panty was soaked before he touched me, so his hand would have only made it worse. He was driving me crazy with his touch. When his fingers were a few inches away from my pussy, however, I slid forward to meet his hand. His fingers touched my clit through the T-String, and I took a sharp intake of breath. I had to focus very hard to keep my situation under wraps. When he pulled my panty aside and touched my clit directly, I could not hold it back and more. I placed my head on the table, closed my legs on his hand and I came. My belly, pussy and legs were trembling. I reached under the table and grabbed his hand, squeezing it hard. I looked at him with watery eyes and then checked to see if anyone had seen. Luckily, everyone was focussed on the presentation. I excused myself and went to the toilet to clean up. My suspicion was confirmed when I removed my T-String. It was soaked and my inside thigh was also wet.

I was still buzzing from that orgasm when I returned to the table. Roland had a naughty smile on his face, and I punched him playfully on his arm. I looked at his crotch, and the snake that I saw going down his right leg, made my pussy throb all over again.

In the following weeks, everything Roland did, impressed me. He organised training sessions for the entire site, and the way he delivered it, turned me on so much. He was a popular topic amongst the ladies, many expressing in detail what they would like to do with him.

I was in a dangerous place. My marriage was good, and my sex life was great. Sex was our morning ritual before we had coffee and sometimes, we had sex before bed as well. Yet, my curiosity was taking me closer and closer to this man.

We bought our first house. It needed a lot of work, but it was at the right price, and it had the space to make it our dream home. My husband had purchased some materials for the house, but the person who was supposed to help with the transportation, let him down. When he called me and told me about the situation, he asked if Roland could help. He had met Roland and his wife when he came to pick me up from work, so he did not see him as a threat. I explained the situation to Roland while still on the phone to my husband. Roland smiled and agreed to help without hesitation.

With materials on the back of Roland's pickup, we went to my house. Being in the truck with Roland further enveloped me in his aura. I found myself looking at him and the confidence that was oozing from him made me feel warm and fuzzy. I happened to be wearing a skirt that day and I remembered what happened last time I was close to this man wearing a skirt. I kept opening and closing my legs as we talked throughout the journey.

We got to my house and before we offloaded the truck, the trouble started. Roland took off his shirt, and it was all down hill for me from there.

Roland carried two bags of cement at a time into the house. I was in awe at the ease at which he was lifting 25kg bags of cement, coupled to that was the rippling muscle inches away from me and, my desire was dangerously becoming lust. Once the half a pallet of cement was offloaded, I suggested he take a shower before we went back to work. All that stood between me and the answer to my curiosity was a shower curtain. I stopped myself from pulling it back by asking him if he wanted a drink, and going into the kitchen when he said yes.

I heard when the water stopped and when the shower curtain was pulled back. I turned to give him his drink and froze. Roland had dried his himself and came out of the bathroom naked. He had the biggest erection I had ever seen. He walked up to me, pulled me into him, and kissed me deeply. His dick was pressing against my belly, and it felt like it was getting bigger.

I made a futile attempt to stop what was about to happen but as I pulled away from him and his dick came into view, my pussy betrayed me. Roland reached under my skirt and began to pull my T-String down. I was telling him to stop while I was moving my legs to facilitate its removal. He turned me around, lifted my skirt, bent me over the counter, and pressed the head of his dick at the entrance of my pussy. Being that my pussy was so wet, he entered me easily. He gently pushed all of that huge dick into me, being careful not to cause pain.

My pussy was being stretched further than ever before. Every inch of my pussy was reacting to the huge dick that was sliding into to me. I was realising what the ladies meant by their pussy being full of dick.

He began to fuck me with long gentle strokes, allowing my pussy to become accustomed to the size without causing any pain. Once I started to moan and move my hips, however, he fucked me harder. He had a firm grip with on my hips with his huge hands, which felt so good. He was doing all the right things, and I knew I would cum soon. He told me how he loved how hot and wet my pussy was and that I took his dick better than most women he had in the past. Hearing that pushed me over the edge. Knowing that I took that monster well made me slam my hips back on to him and I came in the next four strokes, bucking and shaking while being impaled on that huge dick.

Once I regained my composure, I pulled away from him. We had to get back to work before we raised any suspicions. He finished his drink and we cleaned up before heading back to work.

I relayed the full conversation that happened at Samantha's house on the journey back, and why what happened between us happened. I told him that it could not happen again because I was happily married and wanted nothing to interfere with that.

He smiled and said "You do not have to worry about me. No one will know."

He sounded so reassuring that I felt comfortable that it would remain a secret.

Our interactions at work remained the same and no one suspected at thing. From time to time, I would look at him while he was working and got that warm and fuzzy feeling. I often wondered what a full session with him would be like. The ease with which he made me cum left no doubt in my mind that he would have made me tap out.

Two weeks later, an announcement was made. Roland had resigned after receiving an offer of a top position overseas with a multi-national company. For me, it was a sweet and sour moment. I admired him, and I was going to miss him. All of him.