Ms. Marca Part 51

This is more in the life and times of my wild and wicked ways. This is about me? just a part of my life! A large penis doesn't have any effect on a woman's physical enjoyment. BULL SHIT...! The woman who wrote that has never been give 9 inches of hard meat by a hung young hunk...! That wise ass does not have a husband like I have, then on the other hand he may just be a size 4 inch also. Yes my husband has a 4 inch cock about the size of a small hot dog weiner. Maybe I have a deep-seated psychological attachment to well-endowed men. You GOD DAMN RIGHT I DO...! Once you spent the night at the Four Seasons the Motel 6 not going to cut it anymore. In other words...once you had Mr. 9 inches...4 inches is a joke. My husband is a white male. in his 50's, and pretty submissive sexually. You wouldn't know it to look at him professionally, of course, in business he is aggressive, assertive, and in command. I've been married to him for just under two years, and although as his wife and in public I am the perfect wife, I'm slightly dominant with him, in the bedroom when it comes to sex. In time I think I can make him become my a submissive cuckold. I knew I'd have to proceed carefully with my master plan, yet still make it so once every phase of the plan is executed, it will seem like it was his idea to have me do this to him. The only thing missing from our sex life has been his ability to give me a climax through penetrative sex. Luckily, he has a pretty good and tireless tongue, so I achieve my satisfaction with him performing oral sex on me. I have my special friends who take care my sexual needs when Tim is at work or on a long business trip. Tim had been home from his trip for a few days and we went to dinner at the club one night. Tim got into the cocktails and wine just a little too much. He was not a fall down drunk...more high than anything, but enough so that I had to drive home. We got home and I did my thing in the bathroom...you know, take my makeup off, wash my face and Tim was in bed sound asleep by the time I got the house locked up and the lights out. Some time around 3AM I woke to hear Tim talking in his sleep...my poor baby had put in some long hours and the stress of the company was getting to him. Tim was rambling on in his sleep about me/him...could not make out what he said...then out of the dark room came a shrill from him. "Fuck you...you son-of-a-bitch...fuck you and your big cock...!" Damn, what was all that about? My man is having a wild dream...a sexy dream. "You asshole...so my cock is small...Marca doesn't care...fuck you and your big cock...!" Oh I think it might be a nightmare...he is having...if some big cock guy and me...is in his dream! I was really smiling now, as I sat up on my elbow and looked at Tim in the faint light that came from the bedroom window. Then my wicked mind began to go wild with devilish ideas and tricks I could play on Tim. I leaned over to his ear and whispered to him in a low, sexy voice. "How is my little dickie husband doing tonight? Are those mean old big cock guys talking about your little dick? Are they talking about fucking Marca...with their big long thick cocks...?" Tim nodded and moaned a slurred..."yesssss...!" "Is your cock still as small as ever? Smaller than the other men at the club...?" "Yes", came the reply. "It's still only about 4 inches...still looks like a little boy's dickie...?" Tim nodded yes...slowly. "That's not enough dick to satisfy Marca or any woman, now is it?" Tim slowly shook his head. "No, it's not," he mumbled. "Good...! All that little pecker is good for is jerking off, isn't it?" "Yes," Tim replied. "And you love to jerk yourself off, don't you? Marca likes to have you jerk off for her...!" Tim nodded. "Love to jerk off." "You just love to feel yourself coming all over your hand, don't you, little dick Tim?" I made my voice become more firm and insistent. "That's much more exciting than dribbling your puny load into Marca, isn't it?" Tim didn't answer. "In fact, you are so embarrassed by your little excuse for a cock, you can't even get it up to fuck...Marca...your beautiful wife. All you can do is jerk off and cum in your hand." "Jerk off," Tim repeated. "Can't get my little cock up for Marca." I was about to bust a gut laughing...! "That's right. You couldn't fuck her if you wanted to, but then, you really don't want to fuck Marca any more, do you?" Silence. "You don't want to have her laugh at your undersized prick when she can't even feel you inside of her hot, wet, pussy, do you?" Tim answered slowly. "Don't want her to laugh at my little cock. Don't want to fuck her any more. Not ever." "But Marca does need a wild tongue to lick and eat her hot pussy...! Marca still needs a man to get her off by just eating her pussy and dirty ass...to keep her happy." Tim nodded. "Keep her happy, lick her and eat her pussy...her ass...!" I moved my hand down to his hard little dick and with two fingers and my thumb I began to stroke him. I then sat forward and kissed the head, and slowly slid it past my lips. He humped my mouth, sliding his stiff little rod just past my lips. "Those big old cock men need to fuck Marca, don't they, Tim?...that gets you very excited, doesn't it?" I continued. "In fact, you get a raging hard-on just thinking about men fucking your wife, don't you?" A groan from Tim testified to the fact. "You want to jerk off right now, just thinking about a big nasty cock plowing Marca's hot cunt. You need to jerk off!" "Yes!" Tim moaned. "Any time you think about men fucking your wife, you will have to jerk off." "Need to jerk off," Tim almost panted. "You want men to fuck Marca...your wife, so you can jerk off! You want to watch men fuck Marca!" "Watch her fuck, have to jerk off." Tim reached for his stiffened cock, just as I moved my hand and head away. "Please fuck, fuck Marca, please!" Tim stroked his cock as he begged. "Very well, Tim...who do you want to fuck Marca...who shall she have for her first big cock...?" Just then Tim shot his little load onto his stomach and it ran down his little shaft. The boy was back into a deep sleep...out for the count...! After that evening I made sure I would talk to Tim in his sleep any time I found him talking in his sleep and this was after he had a few too many drinks under his belt. Within 6 months my mind game with Tim was beginning to work. No matter what Tim tried when making love he could never seem to maintain an erection for long and kept apologizing to me saying over and over again how he was tired...work had him under stress, and any other thing he could think of to say...any thing for a reason why he could not get it up and if he did get it up that was the reason he went off so quick. Then one night it got to him bad...he broke down and began to cry and said to me..."I know I'm no good as a man...your husband can't do his married duties...I am so sorry, so sorry...!" Tim had too much to drink that night also. About two months later we got into bed after being at the club for dinner and we danced a little in the lounge and three of Tim's golf buddies came over to the table during the evening and I ended up have a dance at least one time with each and two of them danced with me three times. Each of them made sure he rubbed his boner up next to me and I acted as if nothing happened, I never messed with a member at the club. After an hour little creep Burt came by the table, the little shit always looking at me like I was his next victim. My flirting with the little asshole didn't help I guess, after all a guy that is 5' 4" and a 125# dripping wet, would drop dead if he ever had a woman like me. That night when we got home and as we undressed I asked Tim a question... "Honey...why did Ray call Bob horse...?" Tim gave me a small grin and said....just a nick name. I knew the answer...but I just had to see where this would go. "Honey...a nick name...I don't understand...why is he called that...I didn't know Bob and Sally had horses...!" "Marca...they don't...uh...ah...Bob is kind of big...you know...!" This was embarrassing Tim...but I had to take it all the way. "Tim...Bob is not that big...he seems to be about my height maybe 5' 11"...he can't weight over 185#...you guys...I don't see how you call him big...!" "Marca...he has a large penis...OK!" I giggled and put my hand to my mouth, trying to hide the reaction.... "Oh....every time I see him from now on...I will think of him having a horse's penis....!" I giggled and said. "Tim, he is not that big...I saw a horse once...it had to be a foot long...damn...it might have been longer than that...!" "Well Bob might not be as big as a horse...but it hangs down half way to his thigh...! Marca, lets not talk about it anymore...OK...!" "Tim, don't get mad at me...I just asked a question...why was he called horse...!" I continued my wicked ways by rolling over real fast and saying, "You act as if I wanted to fuck him...him and his horse cock!" "MARCA, how could you say that, my god you're my wife!" "Well I read in one of my magazines that some men have a fantasy, to see their wife with someone else? I guess they think about their wife fucking a horse cock guy...I know you men, well some men, don't think it is strange, forget I ever brought it up" He cuddled behind me, I could feel his little boy cock hard as a rock...slip in the crack of my ass. I couldn't believe that he really was getting turned on by my sexy chat...as he is usually very reserved and fairly conservative sexually. Hell, he had been having trouble getting hard. "Marca, don't be like that, don't be mad...honey, talk to me...!" It was time to go in for the kill, " Tim...you make it sound as if I was thinking of fucking him...maybe you were...! Were you thinking about what it would be like if you were watching me fuck him, or some horse cock guy?" His little thing jumped and became harder. I rolled over and looked down at his little we-we and smiled. "Tim, this is turning you on, you're thinking of me fucking a big horse cock, fucking big old cock Bob, you bad boy!" "Marca, I'm sorry, I can't help it, it just ...!" "Tim, get on me. Damn it, fuck me, you're hard. Put it, damn put it in me, do it!" He rolled over on top of me and had it in me in one fast stroke. "Tim baby, fuck me good, baby, you're hard as a rock!" He moved his head down next to my face and I could feel his warm, fast breath on my face and in my ear. "Oh Tim, you're so hard, I like it when you're hard and horny like this! I'm going to tell you what all I would do with old Bob or any big cock son-of-a-bitch. Don't you stop fucking me while I tell you about what I would do with some guy. I might go out and make love to another guy, maybe even act out some of your own fantasies with him, then come home and tell you about what all we did...!. Damn Tim, you're so hard fuck me doggie, slip it in deep." I push him off me as I roll over on my stomach I look up at him on his knees, wide eyed looking down at me. Damn...his little thing twitched and it seemed as hard as ever...I moved to my hands and knees and felt him behind me as I back on it and it rested at my rosebud. Then his hand went to my hip...I had the boy hot, horny and ready for action. "You want me to pick up another man and give him something that only you get...?" Tim was breathing hard and I could almost hear his heart beating fast behind me, feel it running up his hands to my ass, that he held on to for dear life. "Maybe I'll pick up seven guys, one every night of the week....damn Tim...I've never seen your dick this hard before." I reached back to take hold of his little thing and he went off in my hand in a matter of seconds. "Wow Tim...is that your fantasy...seeing me get a big cock...?" "Oh God, Marca...don't talk like that...!" "Tim...look at your penis, baby...you're still hard...rock hard...do you fantasize...or think about other men fucking me when you see a big cock bastard in the shower at the club...?" "Marca...it is so embarrassing...I just can't help it...!" "Tim, if you get this hard when you think about men fucking me...keep thinking it...tell me more, baby...I want you inside me...!" "You do? You're not mad at me? "Oh god no, tell me how you see me getting it, who is fucking me!" "Marca, oh! Sometimes I...fantasize!" Sometimes...it is me and a big cock guy doing you...god this is so nasty...!" "You get hard when you think about other men fucking me, don't you Tim, go on admit it, don't you?" "Yes, honey, I'm sorry I just can't help it, but I do get hard!" "In your hotel room at night you think about other men fucking me and you jerk off to that, don't you?" "Yes, I'm sorry!" "You're just there to watch me fucking them, are they just making me fuck them, you're not part of the act, are you?" "Sometimes, I don't know, oh Marca, forgive me for thinking those things!" "SOMETIMES! Tim, do you want a threesome with me and a big old hung guy?" I asked. He shook his head. "No . But Marca, the idea . I guess it's like...well...you can imagine it when you're horny, but afterwards it's the last thing I want you to do, yes damn it, I have imagined watching you...with another guy." I rolled over on my back and felt Tim's little Pee-Pee still stiff...I opened my legs wide as my little dick husband mounted me. He slid in with little effort and we were fucking. My hips were bucking up to meet his little boy cock slamming into me; I wrapped my legs around his ass and held him in me. "Oh Tim, baby...you thinking of some big cock buddy of yours fucking me with his big cock as you watch...? You thinking of me fucking some stranger we pick up in a hotel! Maybe you want me to be fucking a delivery guy! I could give the pizza boy a nice tip, I'll have him fuck me while you hide in the closet and watch, you want that Tim?" "No, Marca...it's not right...I can't do that...you can't do that, no way, god you're not a whore...you're my wife...!" (Well honey, the jury is still out on that subject of me being a lady of the evening.) I moved my fingers to his butt cheeks and slipped the tips in to his crack. Then I dug one of my fingers into his ass...deep into his dirty hole. I kiss him, sucking hard on his tongue, and he plunges into me, he is fucking me like a mad man, in and out trying to take his little cock deep and hard. "Oh Tim, whoever he is he has got to have a monster of a penis, one that will make us both be shocked and thrilled at the same time. Baby, he has got to be big, doesn't he? Tell me Tim, you want him big for me? Answer me or stop fucking me, just stop and get off!" "Yes, he will be big, yes, yes anything you want!" "How big, Tim? How big is his cock? Tell me!" "As big as you want, as big as you can take, oh god, Marca, I'm going to shoot off!" Tim began to pound me as hard as he ever had, damn he was into it. "Tim, I need you to be in the room watching me take on his big cock, I want you to see how he screws me, makes me hump on his big old hard monster! I want you to eat my pussy after he fucks me, you got to suck his cream out of your wife's sweet, tender pussy, eat his cum, Tim, lick it up!" "Oh, Marca, are you fucking him, is he big, is he big? fuck him, fuck him gooood!" "He is a monster, a big cock, so big I can't get my hand around it, my god, it takes both my hands to hold it and the big mushroom head is sticking out from the top of my hands. Yeah, that's it...oh Tim, you're fucking me, rape me Tim, make me your bitch, fuck your bitch, fuck me like a whore, god this is so good...make me your bitch, fuck me like the whore...you want me to be...pump it hard...!" Than he cried out and fell on top of me, my little dick husband had just had the best fuck of his life, and he was over 50 when he had it. We both lay in a heap trying to get our breath and I do believe I almost had an orgasm, damn even with that tiny thing, he almost, I said almost, had me over the top. It seemed like forever, but a few minutes later I looked over at my worn out husband and said to him, "Tim, baby, if it takes that to get you to screw me like that every night, then we better start talking about your wild thoughts more often! You better tell me who you been thinking about...that was giving me the big screw! Just make sure he has a good thick 9 inches!" Tim put his arm around me and pulled me next to him and kissed my head as I cuddled next to him. "You don't hate me, do you Marca, for thinking that about you?" "No Tim, not if it helps you make love to me like that, that was just good old raw sex!" "Whenever I see some big cock guy at the club in the shower, or see a porn late at night in the hotel room, I think of them taking you!" "Well honey, since they won't let me in the men's locker room, we better start renting a few porn DVD's on the weekend to get you going!" I got up went to the bathroom and got a wet cloth to clean my little dick husband up. I sat on the edge of the bed and with the warm, wet rag I wiped him clean of his sperm and my girl goo. Then Tim broke the silence. "Oh Marca, we haven't had a porn, a good bottle of wine and a pizza in a long time, that might be what we need come next weekend." "Oh yes, that would be nice, I'll pick up a hot hard screwing DVD Friday afternoon. Honey, would you like to watch me give the pizza delivery boy a tip, while you hide in the closet?" The look on his face was not that of a guy who wanted that, it was still just a fantasy to him. I giggle and lean down and kiss him. (In time my little dick husband, in time you will want that.) to be continued.... Marca40DD@aol.com 2239 1.30/512345