Lying in bed with my then girlfriend Sharon, we had a bottle of wine on the go, having consumed two previous bottles before we went to bed. We were both feeling a great buzz and just the right side of tipsy.

When Sharon has drunk this amount of wine, she always ends up horny and ready for a great session between the sheets.

We had a porn movie playing on the TV as I stroked her clit, and she slowly and casually stroked my cock. As this continued and the porno got hotter, I mentioned to Sharon about the size of the guy’s cock that was currently stretching the young woman to her limits. The guy’s cock was massive to say the least, not so much in length but in thickness, the girl’s pussy gaping open when he pulled out.

Have you ever had a cock as big as that? I asked. Sharon didn’t say anything, just carried on stroking my cock. Adding a little pressure to her clit, I asked again, to which she said she was happy with my cock and that I just about touched her cervix, which she loved. I don’t care whether you’ve had bigger than me or not, but I’m really interested in whether you have or not.

With a bit of a shy smile, Sharon said that yes, I’ve had a cock that big, an ex-bf. I immediately felt my cock throb and twitch in her hand. Looking at me, she said, “You like that I have, don’t you?” I replied that it was pretty hot that she had it. "How does he compare to me?" I asked. "I'm not sure we should go there, hun," was her reply. I stroked her clit more and said to her that I would really like you to tell me and be honest.

I don’t want to make you feel different from me. I love your cock and am really happy with it.

I’m glad, hun, but I really want you to compare me to him. Be honest, please.

After a few minutes of play, I could feel her getting worked up. I stopped rubbing her clit. She moaned and said, “Please don’t stop, I’m close.” I just said, “Tell me.” She sighed and said, “Fine, I’ll tell you.”

Sharon said, "I can’t believe you want me to do this, but ok, we have measured your cock, and we know it is just 6 inches." Well, he was almost 9 inches in length. My cock twitched again in her hand. When I wanked him, I had to use two hands around him, and my fingers didn’t touch in the middle. With you, as you can see, I use one hand and my fingers close to my first joint, so he is a lot thicker than your cock. I could feel her pussy getting wetter as she spoke.

When you fuck me, your cock just goes straight into me; it never has to be forced. With him, he had to work it into me until I got used to him. I got so stretched by him my pussy would be open for days after. He always gave me multiple orgasms when he fucked me; with you, I usually have to rub my clit as well to have one.

When he cums, there were gallons of it, just shot over and over. He would flood me with cum. When he pulled out, I would feel a gush of cum as it ran out of me. With you, when you cum, there isn’t that much.

I groaned as she stroked me. I felt my cock swell, and I cum way more than I ever have before. Sharon said, "Wow, I’ve never seen you cum so much before." It shot up onto your chest. Your cock is throbbing in my hand still. I was overcome with how turned on I was when you told me, so turned on knowing you’ve been fucked like that. I want you to feel yourself being fucked like that again.

Sharon looked at me, saying, "Whoa, I didn’t tell you this so that I could go out and get fucked by another guy." I love you and I don’t want to be fucked by anyone else. I know, but I felt how wet you got, how you started to drip. You were so wet, remembering how he used to fuck you. Tell me you weren’t! She stayed quiet and didn’t say anything. See, I told you so. You were so turned on thinking about how big his cock was and how he used to fuck you, how he used to make you feel and cum, how he used to cum inside you.

"This is just pillow talk," she replied, "a bit of fun." "I know," I replied, "but I want you to do it, to feel his big cock again, but this time, to come home to me so that I can see your used pussy for myself and to experience you afterwards." I said, Don't answer or say anything now; think about it, how you feel, and how turned on you were, and we can talk tomorrow.

She stared at me with a shocked look on her face but said, "Ok." I was hard in her hand again; she simply let go, climbed on top of me, and sank down on my cock, and I was fully embedded instantly. She bounced up and down so hard on me fast, her fingers going to her clit as she fucked me. Within a minute, she had a massive orgasm, and I exploded inside her.

Nothing was said for a few days. Life went on as normal: getting up, going to work, going home, evenings in front of the TV, and bed and sleep.

Then I think it was five days later. We went to bed as normal. She just rolled over and looked at me and said, "Ok." If you are so turned on by it, then I will do it. I’ve thought long and hard about what you said, how you said it, and how I reacted to telling you. If you are ok with it and it won’t spoil our marriage, then I will do it.

I leaned in and kissed her and told her how much I loved her and that I was more than fine with it. Do you want to find someone new or are you able to contact your ex?

I started to rub her clit. She dropped her legs wide. I could already tell that she was wet. She said, if I didn’t mind, then she would reach out to her ex, as she loved the way he used to fuck her. I agreed straight away and slipped two fingers inside her. She stopped me straight away and said, “No, don't; just fuck me." "It will feel tighter that way.” I rolled on top of her and pushed in, meeting no resistance as she was so wet. Once I was inside her and moving very slowly, I asked her how she was going to get in touch with her ex. She said that they were still friends on Facebook and that she would DM him tomorrow. "So you really want him," I asked. She looked at me and said, “Yes, I do.”

I arrived home from work, Sharon greeted me as I walked, kissed me, and said, “I’ve messaged him. " I felt my stomach turn, and my cock started to twitch. "I can back out if you want, if you are not happy about it," I said. Please don't; I want you to do this. Feel my cock; it’s starting to twitch at the thought, touching my crotch and squeezing. She said that they had been chatting through the day and that he wanted to meet up for a drink one night. She said that she hadn’t agreed to anything because she wasn’t sure that I really wanted her to go through with it. I told Sharon that I loved her very much and that I would love it if she were to arrange to meet up with him for a drink. "What if he wants more than a drink?" she asked. I said that was up to her. If she wanted to go back to his and spend the night with him, then that was fine. She looked at me and smiled and said, "Thank you; I would love to do that."

We had tea and sat on the sofa when Sharon received a DM on Facebook from him. He was asking how she was and what she had been up to.

They chatted back and forth. He asked her if she wanted to meet up for a drink on the weekend. She looked at me with a questioning look! He wants to meet. I said to tell him that I am working away at the weekend, so Friday or Saturday would be good.

To be continued…….