Size Matters.. [MF](Cheating) | 2016

I've never done this before. But, reading the submissions is turning me on, and the thought of confessing, here, anonymously is making me even hornier as I type.

I've been with the same guy now for almost two years, Jeff. Our relationship comes easy, not many fights and the sex is good.

Jeff works for a construction crew, I guess. It's more like this informal group of guys that know each other and send each other work, or take on bigger projects together. Each has their own skillset (electric, drywall, etc).

We're staying in a nice rental. The house is run down but it sits on a couple acres and the land around is vacant. So, it feels like we have more land than we do. Last summer Jeff started throwing these, not parties.. maybe get-togethers, I guess, of the guys from that crew. Almost every weekend all or most of them show up here and get fucked up. Either watching sports on tv or later at night having a bonfire.

I'm pretty, I think. My hair use to be dark but I started going for the hombre (if you guys know what that is, lol) look a year or so ago. I do have big tits, longer legs and a bubble butt ass. I'm in good shape. My signature feature is my nipples. They're long and extremely fat. Whenever I am excited you can literally see them poke through my bra. It's caused me embarrassment over the years, but the thought of it turns me on too.

Back to the story, a guy named Mike has been coming to these gatherings. He openly flirts with me in front of Jeff. When I first met Mike, I thought he was just doing the "Busting my friends balls" bit but the next day, Jeff told me he hated Mike, because “He thinks he’s the shit and runs his mouth a lot”. I asked why he invites him, he said that he really doesn't but because he's in this informal “crew” and their “group text” it's assumed he can come.

With each of the get togethers, Mikes comments got more and more lewd. And they were always more directed at Jeff than to me. Jeff never says a thing. I know he's not scared of Mike, so I don't get it. He just kinda laughs it off, plays along and walks away. For what it’s worth the everyone in the group gets along, and they constantly “fuck with one another” for laughs. So, none of this seemed all that… malicious.

Over the last 4 or 5 months things have gotten strained between Jeff and I. I won't bore you with the details, and it’s not due to anything that’s been said here, just the usual life bullshit. So, Jeff had his first major gathering when the weather started to warm. Mike shows up later in the evening. Everyone else was already pretty lit or fucked up.

I had on blue boy shorts (for lack of a better term, not underwear) and a white tank, barefoot. I was in the kitchen cleaning, and Mike came in and leaned backwards, next to me at the sink, and talked. It started as as a general conversation, and then became more playful.. and then of course.. blunt.

With nothing more than a few minutes of flirting he said. "You know I want to fuck you". Yeah, I obviously knew this was the case but the bold way he stated it did blow my mind. And, I'm not gonna lie, it turned me on. He said, "Look, I have a girlfriend. I'm not looking to complicate my life or yours. I just want to cum inside of you."

I was so turned on, I knew I went flush. Nothing like this has every happened to me. Yes, guys hit on me but not this brazenly. I didn't say a word for maybe 10 .. 15 seconds, and he grabbed me by my arm and said, "Let's go".

I finally said, "What the fuck. What makes you think I want to do this...?" He laughed, "Two things. 1. You're stammering, trying to say "No", and 2. Look at your nipples, you're a fucking joke." I already knew what I was going to see, but glanced down as he pulled me through the dinning area and then into utility room, my nipples were fucking ridiculous.

I never said or did anything to stop it. I was conflicted but did want it so I just let it happen. The next thing I know, my tank was up my pink bra was unclasped. My shorts were down around my ankles. I was spun around hands on the washer and dryer. I heard him unbuckling his belt, and then the zipper. He didn't have any underwear on.

This is the cliche part, his cock was fucking huge. I wanted to see it better but he grabbed my hair, jerked my head back. I just braced myself and waited.. He thrusted, hard, inside of me. As he slammed into me my mind went crazy, with the first stroke. All I remembering thinking is, "He's not wearing a rubber, and holy shit... Size Matters..", I have never been with anyone even close to this big. I struggled to take him all, but my pussy was soaked.

He took hard, violent, thrusts. He smelled of gasoline, and pine trees. His strokes were long and powerful. He was clearly getting off on watching me struggle with how big he was. He muttered something about Jeff, and I didn't understand it but I know it was derogatory. His hands were also big and callused, pinching my swollen nipples, and he easily palmed my huge tits. Within a matter of minutes I felt him extremely hard, and then cum.

He started making a sound somewhere between a groan, and laughter. His load was thick, hot and massive. I am on the pill, but he hadn't bothered to even ask. Yes, I know, all of this is extremely fucked up, but it did turn me on. He eventually pulled out, I heard a "floop" as he fell free, his limp cock slick with cum. He had a ring around the bottom of his cock that looked like white froth, which I assume was a mixture of him and me? I had never seen this before, I don't know if it was because of the size of cock or the load.

I looked down and watched him drool out of me onto a Pink Floyd mini tee that I wear, that was laying on the floor. I bent over to pick the tee up and wipe myself off, I heard him say, "Fuck. Clean yourself up...", and by the time I stood back up he had already zipped his pants, buckled up and left the room. I literally stood there feeling surreal and dazed.

After I pulled myself together, I walked back through. He was standing around with the rest of the crew. Talking like nothing had happened. When I walked in, he did look at me and acknowledge me with a smile but for the most part ignored me the rest of the night.