Training Todd

Training Todd

My name is Jane, I am five-foot-six-inches tall. A lot of men have told me my body is very sexy. I do have a nice shape, 38-27-37, and my tits fill up my B-cup bra, I have shoulder-length brown hair. I don't think I'm beautiful, but I am kind of pretty. I am married to Pat. Pat is a wonderful man, and is my best friend. Pat is five-nine, weighs about one-seventy; he is a very average man, and I love him completely.

We had met in our senior year of college, and we'd gotten married a year later. It has been six years already. We are very happy together, and are still completely in love.

We probably both have a few quirks, doesn't everybody? My husband has a desire to watch me have sex with another man. I have read about this kink, and it is a very common fantasy amongst men; surveys show seventy percent of all husbands have fantasized about that.

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After we were married for a year or so, one evening we were sitting up in bed, reading. My husband must have read something in the magazine he was reading, as he set it down.

Then he asked, "Babe, how many sexual partners have you had?"

We both knew, when we were dating, that neither of us were virgins, but we had never discussed it before. So I thought for a few seconds, and then like all girls; when asked about previous sexual partners, I lied.

I acted embarrassed, and then said, "Eight."

My husband's eyes opened wide, I could see he was thinking, then he said, "Eight, huh?"

So to take the pressure off of me, I asked him how many partners had he had.

He thought for a second; then he lied, "Four."

It doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman, they both lie about the number of previous sexual partners they have had. The normal lie for men is they double the number that they have really fucked; so, most likely, my husband had fucked two women in his past. Why do they lie? Men are supposed to be macho; they start bragging about their made-up conquests in high school, then they continue their lie to maintain their egos. Now, for women, they are supposed to be-- good girls, virginal, clean girls. So, women lie and will usually cut their number of partners in half.

I had been quite promiscuous in college, hey, I liked to fuck. So when I lied to my husband I had used one-third the number of my actual partners. Twenty-four, divided by three is eight. When I lied to my husband, and said eight, I could tell that even that number had shocked him.

Women always lie about their previous experiences. Like, if the question is, how many men have you sucked off? Of course, the answer is-- only a couple. (Yeah right. I love to suck cock, so my real number is more than forty.) Have you ever been with two men at once? One time, but I was really drunk. (I fucking love threesomes.) Have you ever done a gangbang? The answer is, of course not, that would be gross. (It was only once, and there were only four guys.)

Another thing women lie about is when their husband asks about the size of his dick. Your husband wouldn't ask if he has a big dick; he will only ask if he is insecure, and thinks he is on the smaller side. When your husband asks how his dick compares to the other men you have been with, the answers are-- I love your dick, it's perfect for me; or, size doesn't matter, I fell in love with you and your dick.

Big dicks are not common, maybe I was never lucky, but before I was married, I had seen a lot of dicks, and never what I would consider a big one; one of them was maybe seven inches, but kind of thin. According to what I have read, most American men are between four and six inches long the average being 5,2 inches, and 4.6 inches in girth. By the way my husband is exactly 5,2 inches long, but maybe a little thinner than average.

Anyway, like I said before, after my husband learned; that I had experienced eight men before him, (my little lie) he developed a desire to watch me with another man. Later, his desire morphed to wanting to watch me fuck a man, who had a big cock; my husband told me he had a friend... who had one.

I also knew his friend, that Pat had mentioned, he was the brother of a girlfriend of mine. In fact, I had made out with him and he had felt me up-- a couple of times. That had been when I was still a virgin, before I went off to college, and learned how much I liked to fuck. That man's name was Todd, and I never really liked him-- he was an arrogant prick (haha), with a big ego.

Pat told me that from what he saw, when Todd and another friend, Bob, compared to see who had the biggest cock, Todd had won easily.

Pat said he was really big. Pat, with this obsession, really wanted me to fuck Todd. So Pat invited him to our house, on the pretense of taking him fishing-- what he really hoped for, was his fantasy finally coming true.

That fucking Todd was still just like he had always been, which drove me crazy.. He was so arrogant, and he still tried to act smart, trying to use big words. He still acted like he was God's gift to women, including me,

I could see why a lot of women were attracted to him. He wass tall, six foot-- three or four inches, he was good looking, and having a natural, very muscular body-- but he also had that fucking attitude of his.

Pat was busy, so he asked me to pick Todd up at our very small local airport. I was sitting on a bench outside the small terminal, talking to Tim, a friend of Pat and mine.

When Todd walked out of the terminal, he sat down beside me, and put his hand on my thigh. It was too high on my thigh, like he was very familiar with my body, and said, "Hello Jane."

I noticed Tim looking at Todd's hand on my leg. I stood up, said goodbye to Tim, and led Todd out to my pickup. I could feel Todd's eyes on my ass all the way there.

Feeling him watching my ass, and thinking about the embarrassment of him touching my leg, right in front of Tim, I was pissed-- but, I couldn't figure out why my panties were getting wet, and my clit was tingling.

That evening, Pat and Todd were sitting at the counter in the kitchen, watching me, while I was cooking dinner. Todd was eyeing me like he always had done, like he could have had me any time he wanted, but he just hadn't taken me, because Pat was his friend.

That night, as we climbed into bed, Pat told me that he had a meeting in the morning that would probably last about four hours. After Pat went to sleep, I lay there, thinking about how I could finally put Todd in his place. I was going to show Todd everything I had, and once and for all, let him know he was never going to have any of it.

The next day, when Pat went to his meeting, I got dressed, I didn't wear a bra. I wore what I called a peasant blouse-- it was white, very thin material, and it was drawn up tight, right below my tits, almost cupping them. You couldn't see through it, but almost. I put on a pleated skirt, which was about mid-thigh length, but I pulled it up, rolling it at the waist, so it really was quite short.

I looked in the mirror-- I looked hot. I thought for a second, then I removed my panties. I was surprised, my panties were wet. I suppose I was excited by the thought of teasing Todd, and making him drool, before letting him know he was never going to have a chance at having any part of my body.

When I left our bedroom, on my way to the kitchen, I went through the end of the hallway and I looked down the hall. Todd must have just come out of the shower, heading for his bedroom, and he had a towel wrapped around his waist. I noticed his chest was so wide, and he had no flab on his belly.

He smiled at me.

Damn it, I had looked at him too long; he probably thought I liked looking at him.

I turned and walked into the kitchen. Jeez, did I really feel myself getting wet? A few minutes later, Todd came into the kitchen, he had that smirk on his face that I hated so much. He was wearing a t-shirt, and a pair of shorts. He sat down at the counter.

I said "Good morning." and gave him a cup of coffee.

It was time for me to put on a show, to get him really wound up, before I dumped him and his ego right on his face.

Todd watched me, as I moved around the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner the night before. When I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, I made sure that I bent at the waist. I didn't know if my skirt was short enough for Todd to see my pussy, but I knew it must have been close-- I was sure he could see that I wasn't wearing panties.

When I went back to the counter to get more dishes, I could see Todd's eyes on my tits. I didn't plan on it happening, but I felt my nipples get hard and poke out my blouse. I saw that look on Todd's face, the look that men got when their desire and lust had taken over their minds. My plan was working, I just needed Todd to make the first move, so I could let him know he wasn't getting any of this.

Todd kept staring at my nipples, and as he did, that smirk of his appeared on his face. I was going to love seeing that smirk disappear.

Then Todd stood up, my eyes were drawn to the bulge in his shorts. Good, my plan was working-- damn, his bulge was big. Todd started walking around the counter to get to my side. I couldn't take my eyes off that bulge of his. I lost sight of him, as he had moved behind me.

I kept my eyes straight ahead, waiting for him to make that first move, so I could tell him off. Then all at once, Todd gripped my sides just below my boobs, he kissed my neck, right behind and below my ear, and at the same time, he pushed his hard cock against my ass.

It was time to let him know how I felt about him. My whole body shuddered. I opened my mouth to start in on him, but all I heard was myself moaning out loud. Then he pulled away. I was getting ready to turn around and start in on him, when he came back.

He must have dropped his shorts, and pulled up my skirt, because this time, I felt his cock come up between my legs. With one hand, he pushed on my thigh. I did what he wanted, I spread my stance, and I instinctively bent over the counter a little more. I felt his cock come up against my very wet lips.

"Oh my God!" burst out of my mouth.

Todd gripped my sides, right at the top of my hips and just held me. The fucker didn't move, he just held his cock against my pussy. Then his cock was rubbing back and forth on my vulva, igniting my desire. Then I realized Todd wasn't moving, it was me, who was sliding my pussy back and forth on his cock.

I got pissed, but I didn't think I was pissed at Todd-- I came to think my anger was aimed at myself. I stood up, moved forward off his cock, and turned around. I opened my mouth to tell him off, when I looked down. Christ, his cock was huge. Todd took advantage of my open mouth, and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I used my tongue to try to push his tongue out of my mouth, and at the same time I put my hand around his cock to push it away from me-- my hand didn't even reach around it.

I looked down again. Oh my God, his cock was so huge, bigger than any I had ever seen, even in the porn movies I'd watched. In fact, it was even bigger than I had always imagined it being. Then I looked up at his face. There was that fucking smirk again. I couldn't stand to look at that smirk, so I lowered myself to my knees, as long as I was there, I decided to tease him before I told him; that he was never going to have any part of me.

Damn, his cock was big. Having my face right beside it, it really allowed me to be able to tease him, before I gave him the big letdown.

There wasn't much room, where I had dropped to my knees. I was between the cabinets, and Todd's strong, muscular legs.

His cock was against my cheek, and I could feel the heat coming from his rock-hard manhood. In fact, as I held it tightly to my face, I could feel each beat of his heart, as the blood flowed through the swollen veins of his massive organ. I couldn't wait until I told him off.

Because of my position, my nose was very close to his pubes, every breath I was inhaling through my nose, I could smell his musky, manly smell. I could feel my clit tingling, and my juice running between my thighs. I was getting excited about telling him... that he was never going to have me.

I figured that I was really going to wind Todd up, before I dumped the bad news on him. I pulled my head back, and I saw a big drop of pre-cum sitting on the little slit of his cock. I licked it off, then ran my tongue around the ridge of his glans.

I wasn't getting enough of a reaction from Todd. So I opened my mouth, took his cock in, and sucked hard. Todd thrust his hips and moaned, then I was getting to him. I decided to take him right to the edge before leaving him hanging. His pre-cum was really flowing by then, and I was swallowing every drop of it-- I didn't want to make any more of a mess on my kitchen floor, than I already was with the juices running out of my pussy.

I was bobbing my head up and down his cock. It didn't take long, maybe four or five minutes, before I felt the muscles in his ass cheeks tensing, then he was really moaning. Then just as I thought he was going to cum into my throat, the son-of-a-bitch pulled his cock out of my mouth.

He held out his hand, helped me to stand up, and led me into the front room, and over to the couch. He pulled off his shirt, and he was then completely naked. Oh my God. Then he sat down on the edge of the couch, and leaned back.

Ah, ha, now I have him right where I want him, to show him what he can't ever have.

He held out his hands; I still had on my blouse and my short skirt-- right then I was going to show him-- I pulled my blouse over my head and off.

Todd stared, then said, "Nice tits, baby."

I was really getting to him. I spread my knees and walked over his legs, then I reached down, gripped his cock, and guided it to what he was never going to feel again. I settled my very, slick pussy down on that huge cock of his.

I decided that I was going to pretend that I really liked fucking him. That way, when I wouldn't fuck him anymore after this one time, he had to always wonder why. When I had settled my pussy down on him, he was stretching my vagina so open, and so deep, like I had never felt in my life. I just sat on his legs and moaned, pretending it felt so fucking good!!

Todd pulled my head down, bringing my mouth to his, and we kissed so passionately, as my pussy got used to his invading cock. I even pretended to like kissing him-- he was going to remember this-- I was going to enjoy him not getting this later.

He gripped my hips, and lifted my ass up and then let me back down. Oh. Fuck. He was never going to forget how good this felt. Then we started seriously fucking each other. We were moaning, thrusting wildly against each other, moaning, sweating, grinding our pelvises against each other.

My muscles were tensing, I dug my fingernails into his shoulders, and I screamed out, "OH TODD! Oh fuuuuuck."

Screaming out his name, I released in the most intense climax of my life-- I had really faked him out, when I had screamed out his name.

Todd didn't slow his thrusts, until I had completely finished, and the contractions in my pussy had finished. Then he kissed me so passionately, so loving)y, it was a kiss he would never, ever forget. Then we were fucking again. It was just seconds later, when I looked to the side, to see my husband leaning against the jam of the doorway, smiling at me. He must have figured out what I was doing--making Todd miserable.

In just a few more minutes, I could feel my muscles tensing again. But I could feel Todd's muscles stiffen also. We were then fucking like rutting animals, moaning, sweating, fucking hard. Then we hit the wall together-- we were grunting, screaming, our bodies slammed together in the final throes of mating, the climax of fucking. Todd was ejaculating his cum inside me, the contractions of my womb, inviting his sperm into my cervix.

When our orgasms finally subsided, I laid my body against his strong, powerful chest. Our bodies were both covered in sweat, which had mixed together, like the rest of our fluids. Our hearts were pounding against each other's, our breathing deep. When our hearts settled down, Todd lifted my head, and covered my face with loving little kisses. That fucking-- Todd was going to remember this moment forever, buut never to experience it again. I had shown him.

When I stood up, a big gob of cum fell out of me I looked down to see that it had landed on Todd's then-flaccid cock-- jeez, even soft it was very impressive. I also noticed that I was still wearing my skirt. I giggled, as I headed into my bedroom, with my husband following me.

When we were in the bedroom, my husband turned me to face him, and gave me the most passionate kiss. Then he turned me back around, and pushed me face down, bent over the bed. I felt my skirt flipped up on my back, and seconds later, his cock slid into my gaped-open, cum-filled pussy.

He gripped my hips and fucked me really hard. He must have been extremely turned on, because in less than a minute, he pulled hard on my hips, and slammed his cock into me, then grunted-- it was almost a cry-- over and over as he ejaculated his cum into my already full pussy. Then, his body collapsed on my back, and he just lay there, panting, his heart pounding. He must have lay on me for three or four minutes before he stood up on his wobbly legs.

"Fuck, baby, I have never cum so hard in my life. Tell me what happened."

I told Pat that I had finally gotten tired of Todd's arrogant attitude, always acting like he could fuck me anytime he wanted. "So I decided to show him what he couldn't have." I told Pat about the blouse I had worn, with no bra, and how I hadn't worn panties under my skirt.

Then I told him how I had teased him with my body, then slid to my knees, putting my face by his cock, then how I had sucked on his cock to show him what he would never feel again. How we wound up on the couch, where I decided to give him a feel of how my pussy would feel around his cock, and then I decided to give him an amazing fuck and make him cum. That way, he would forever realize what a tight pussy I had, and what a great piece of ass I was, and he would never get to feel me again.

Pat laughed, then said, "Well, I could see how you really showed him, and put him in his place. You did a great job, baby."

Then Pat got dressed and took Todd fishing, while I took a shower. Wow, I was so full of cum, it just kept flowing out of me. After I got dressed, it wasn't long before my panties were soaked and cum was running down my inner thighs; I had to change my panties.

When the boys got back, they both took showers. I giggled to myself, wondering if they needed to wash the fishy smell off of their hands, or the fishy smell off of their dicks.

They both got dressed and came into the kitchen. Todd was wearing a t-shirt, and the same pair of shorts he had been wearing earlier, although they looked different. Then I realized they didn't have that big bulge that they had had in them earlier.

Todd was a totally different person than I had ever seen before. He was not at all arrogant with that sneer on his face. He was so nice with a smile, every time he looked at me. He was sweetly flirting with me in fact; both boys were. I felt my clit tingling, my pussy was probably flowing with my arousal, but I couldn't be sure with all of the cum still leaking out. We had a very nice dinner, all three of us smiling the whole time.

After dinner we watched TV for a while before we headed to bed. When Pat and I were getting undressed, he asked me if I thought Todd had learned his lesson, or would he return to his former lecherous, arrogant personality.

I thought about it for a few seconds. Then I said, "Right now, he has just gotten rid of a big load of cum, but in the future, when he gets all horned-up, he may go back to his old ways."

Pat smiled at me. "Well, baby, maybe you should go spend the night with him, and teach him a lesson he will never forget."

"That's a great Idea, that's just what I'm going to do."

I put on a robe. I walked down the hall to Todd's room, and without knocking I pushed his door open, and left it open for my husband. Todd was standing on the other side of the bed, it looked like he had just finished taking his clothes off. My eyes were drawn to his cock. Damn, he really did have a big cock-- it was thick, and it hung down, the head was below his nutsack, which itself was hanging low, holding his two big balls. I dropped my robe.

Todd's eyes lit up, looking up and down my body. "You're so beautiful, Jane. I've been hoping you would come join me tonight."

Todd left the light on. We each took hold of our corner of the bedding, and climbed into bed. We moved to face each other. Todd seemed different, he was in no hurry, he brushed the hair off my face, and then he kissed me. His kiss was gentle, loving, but I thought we both felt the passion growing inside of us.

As we kissed, Todd's hand moved to my breasts. Our tongues touched then pushed and moved around on the other's, it was nice. I rubbed my hand on his big, solid chest, then felt the muscles in his arms as I moved them to his back; everywhere I touched and rubbed Todd, he was solid muscle.

As I was feeling Todd's body, he was squeezing and fondling my tits, then he pinched and pulled on my nipples. During all of our discovering of each other's bodie's, our kissing kept growing in passion and need. Then he broke our kiss, and moved his mouth to my tits, kissing, licking and sucking one nipple and then the other.

Todd's cock had been growing against my mound. I reached down to touch and hold it. Fuck! He really was big. I slowly stroked my hand, feeling, in amazement, his thickness and his length!

I felt his hand move down my tummy, and over my mound, then reaching my slick, wanting pussy. As he continued sucking on my tits, he slipped fingers between my lips and into my opening, then slid them out and up my lips to my clit. I moaned and my hips instinctively thrust. I gripped his cock, causing Todd to react with his own moan, and hip thrust.

It was then, I heard a sound, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my husband standing, naked, in the doorway-- his fantasy was being fulfilled.

I let go of Todd's cock, took a hold of his shoulder and pulled on him. At the same time, I spread my legs, as Todd moved on top of me, and between my legs. We kissed like lovers, as I reached between us, guiding his cock to my opening. Todd slowly pushed his way into me, never breaking our kiss. I lifted my knees, spreading my legs even wider.

When Todd was fully inside of me, he slid his arms under my shoulders, lay on top of me, and slowly started thrusting.

When we had fucked earlier that day, we had been driven by lust, that instinctual desire to mate and orgasm. Todd had fucked me to fulfill his longtime desire to conquer me, to make me another notch on his bedpost. I had fucked him to teach him a lesson, that he would not be able to ever fuck me again.

This time, it was different-- this time, Todd was making love to me, and I had to admit, I was making love to him. It was wonderful. I had never made love with any other man, but my husband. I had fucked other men, I had fucked plenty of other men, but I had never made love to another man-- and it felt so good.

I lifted my legs, put them around his lower back, and locked my ankles together. Todd lay on me, just using his hips to thrust into me, his cock was so deep inside of me. I felt so full, so complete-- I felt like a woman was supposed to feel. Our kissing was so nice, our tongues discovering every part inside the other's mouth. Two humans could not be closer than we were at that moment.

Todd whispered in my ear,"I have always wanted to be inside of you. You feel even tighter than I had always imagined."

I whispered back, "I had always imagined you would be big, but your cock is amazing."

There was no clock in the room. But I would have guessed it was after about ten minutes, that without realizing I was even there, my body exploded in climax. It was so powerful, so overwhelming.

When it was finally subsiding. I sobbed into Todd's neck. "Thank you, baby, that was so good."

"Let's see if we can give you another one."

We did-- it was only a few minutes later, that I had another incredible orgasm. My release must have pushed Todd over the edge. As I was coming down off of my orgasm, I could feel Todd's body tensing up. Every other man I had ever been with, as they neared their climax, had sped up their thrusting, they would speed up, driving their cock's into me, driven to cum. Todd didn't.

Todd stayed lying on top of me, he kept that same slow, lovemaking pace. I had never felt any man's body get so tense, so stiff. I could feel Todd's cock getting so hard, and so much bigger inside of me. He pushed his cock so deeply into me, his pubes pushed hard against my mound; then his cock throbbed, and Todd let out an almost anguished grunt. His face was locked in a grimace, it was like every ejaculation hurt, then another throb and another grunt, over and over. I had had other men tell me that their orgasms were a mix of extreme pleasure, and a wonderful pain. Like the old song, ('Hurts So Good.') by John Mellencamp.

When Todd's climax finally subsided, his whole body shuddered. Sweat was pouring off of him, he might have passed out for a second. I have made a lot of men cum, many of those men, lots of times, but I had never seen any other man have such an earth-shattering event. I sure liked doing that to Todd.

Todd's cock finally softened, and slipped out of me, as he rolled off of me. In less than a minute, I knew he was asleep. I lay there, debating whether I should return to my husband, or sleep here with Todd. I was tired, so I snuggled up to his back, threw my arm over his chest, and my leg over his leg, and spooned against him.

Earlier in the day, I had let Todd seduce me, to teach him a lesson. But after this last session with him, where he had made love to me, maybe I had done too good of a job, and had totally tamed him. Hopefully, I hadn't ruined him for other women.

Sometime during the night, Todd woke me. "Wake up, baby, it's time for round two."

He was back to his demanding, controlling self. He got on his knees, and rolled me onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips, lifted my ass up, so I was on my knees, with my chest and head still on the bed.

"Let's have some more of that pussy, baby."

With no loving and no foreplay, Todd pushed his cock into my pussy. It would have hurt, but my pussy was still slick; in fact, still leaking cum from Todd's load a few hours earlier. Todd had a hold of my hips in his big hands, and he was fucking me doggy-style. He would grunt each time he thrust in, his balls slapping my clit.

In only a few thrusts, my nerves were aroused, and I started my own grunting, matching my own thrusts back against Todd's pelvis. I had never felt a cock so deep inside of me. Damn, I could feel him in my stomach. I put one hand on my tummy at the top of my mound, and enery time he thrust in, I could feel my tummy pooch out, I loved it.

My nerves were winding up, as I was approaching my climax. Then I felt Todd's thrusts intensify in both speed and drive. We hit our orgasms together, he grunting, and me screaming out. Every time he ejaculated, he grunted, I could feel his cock throb and his cum hitting against my cervix. What an incredible fucking. Todd pulled out of me, then he lay down and fell fast asleep.

I lay there, thinking; I thought, after our earlier lovemaking, that I had trained him out of his arrogant, dominant attitude, but that boy needed more training. I fell asleep thinking what I would have to do, to change that irritating personality.

I woke up in the morning, with my back to Toddb he was nuzzling my neck, and his strong hand was rubbing my side and fondling my tits. He was being so tender and gentle. I could feel his morning wood pressing against my ass. His loving made me need to feel him inside of me. I pulled my knees up, and arched my back, pushing my ass out to him. He took a hold of his cock, and rubbed it up and down my cummy slit-- damn, that felt good. I pushed my ass out more, and his cock slid into me, We both moaned in pleasure.

Todd made love to me again, gently thrusting into me, while gently pulling and pinching on my nipples. We made love for a long time, and every once in a while, Todd would say something so sweet, so wonderful.

"You feel so good, Jane..."

"I have always wanted you..."

"I don't ever want this to end..."

I was completely satisfied. I didn't feel the need to climax, I just wanted Todd to enjoy fucking me, and for him to have a great orgasm. Our loving went on for a long time, before I felt him gripping my hips tighter, and his thrusts began driving deeper. I felt his cock getting harder and bigger inside of me, then Todd slammed his cock into me.

Todd surprised me, by grunting out, "I want you, Jane... Ugh, ugh, ugh. Oh fuck, baby, I lu... I lu-- oh fuck."

Todd's cock was ejaculating into my cervix, it felt so good, the flood of warmth was wonderful. With his cock still inside of me, I thought about what Todd had blurted out in the throes of his climax. I smiled--⁸ maybe my training was working, but I would have to wait and see. I waited for his cock to slip out of me, then I got out of bed and went to my husband, so he could reclaim me as his woman.

Todd and Pat went fishing. They got back a little early, so Todd could fly out that evening. When Todd was ready to go, Pat was going to take him to the airport.

Todd hugged me, then with that smirk on his face said, "It was nice fucking you, baby."

That boy was going to need more training. I wondered whether, or was it when I was going to get another chance to train him.