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When Alice and I left London for a beautiful south coast village, we never expected our lives to stagnate. The point of the move was more time together, a better quality of life and a nicer work-life balance. As students we were outrageous. We loved a drink; moreover, we loved having filthy, explorative sex. No inhibitions whatsoever. Once we qualified as teachers, London became too hectic and we moved away. Since then, work has become more taxing, sex doesn’t happen during the week, and if I’m honest, we’re not regularly satisfying each other in the one area we once connected so fantastically. Alice is a vivacious, beautiful and sexy woman. She was so wild at nineteen when we first met. Our first night out together ended in her giving me a long sloppy blow job in the back of a taxi, while I licked her clit, on my knees, at the front door of her student house. It started that way and for five years, there was very little change. We had decided to have a dirty weekend away in London . Alice had booked a lovely hotel in Hampstead and we were so excited about spending time in a place that held so many memories. First stop in London , my favourite treat, Agent Provocateur! We were wandering around looking at beautiful lingerie in the heart of Soho ’s sexy store. Alice is so hot. She’s a size 10, about five foot six inches, beautiful shoulder length blonde hair and has incredibly tight and pert breasts and buttocks. She’s a real head turner. She’s not got a traditionally pretty, dainty look about her. She’s very good looking, but her features are more rounded and innocent, until she gives you a filthy look. It’s akin to someone like Britney Spears, golden girl one minute, porn star the next! She looks after herself too…I am very lucky. She loves to have a bald pussy and her mound fits perfectly into my cupped hand. It makes me hard just thinking about it. “I like that outfit!” I said to Alice with excitement. It was a very typically sexy set. Stockings, lacy thong, a bra I know Alice ’s pert, rounded 34C cup will fill perfectly. “Do you think? I’ll wear it happily if you want it. It’s a bit obvious!” I didn’t care, I knew she’d look amazing in it and she would think so too. I heard a strange voice over our shoulders, “Very nice Alice , very nice”. As we turned to see who it was, we were both startled. It was Joe, an old housemate of mine from university. Joe was one of those guys who you could never get a hold of when you needed him, but always turned up when you least expected it. Although this was even more surprising, we hadn’t seen him since the day we left university. We invited him to our wedding, but received a hastily written “I’m out of the country” type response. It was good to see him. We’d have to take a break in our day and catch up. Over Coffee, we all chatted about our lives and got on swimmingly. Joe was working as a decorator, which was very strange for a History graduate. He’d travelled a lot and was now living back in London . Strangely, he was doing a job in a month’s time, very close to where we’d moved to. We promised to stay in touch and have him around for dinner the next month. I’m not a jealous person, and can trust Alice , but I felt something between them as I had done when we were younger. Joe was a lovely guy, but he had a threat over all men that made us feel funny whenever he talked with our partners. Throughout university Joe had a girlfriend. He was besotted with her and never strayed. He had a mystery element about him to the girls we were dating because almanbahis he hadn’t slept with any of their friends. Such is life at university! Us lads that shared a house with him though, that was a different matter. We were all up late drinking one night. Six guys in one house, it was a wild house! Two of them and I were in the football team, Joe and the other two were mad Rugby boys. On this night, one of the lads made a joke about how loud Joe’s girlfriend was in bed. Joe was coy, but drunk and started to show off the more we discussed it. He claimed to be great in bed, to know what he was doing, and then he dropped a bombshell on all mankind. “You know what they called me back home in York don’t you?” We were looking at him with his smug smile. “They used to call me ‘Base’”. This didn’t shock us at all. We were thinking he was going to say ‘Schlong king’ or ‘John Holmes the second’, we were wrong, it was worse. Then, he demonstrated in true Rugby boy fashion why he was called ‘Base’. He downed the rest of the beer in his pint glass, turned away and started to fumble with his jeans. As he turned back we were flabbergasted. I am the proud owner of a pretty thick, seven inch cock. Alice loves it. However, Joe was called ‘Base’ at home because his cock could touch the ‘base’ of his pint glass. No exaggeration, it was huge, a monster. It was a perfectly formed, thick, massive version of all our own cocks. It looked like it could fill the whole glass. It was nearly as thick as the cans of beer lying around us. It was flaccid too. Shocking, we were stunned. Funny, but no one from our house ever told anyone! Jealous perhaps? That night in London when we’d met Joe, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Alice and I had great sex. I was so turned on. I was having all sorts of fantasies. Alice looked incredible in her outfit. She was beautiful, sexy and feeling extra dirty. After over an hour of foreplay, sex in all sorts of positions, talking dirty and Alice cumming heavily, she started whispering in my ear that she wanted me to cum. I was pushing my throbbing, sensitive, large cock inside her in the missionary position. She kept saying she wanted my cum. She wanted me to cum all over her; she knew this turned me on. Alice always tried to please, knowing what I wanted from the days we once shared all our fantasies. She asked me to pull my cock out and cum all over her. I pulled out and began to masturbate kneeling over her pussy and flat stomach. She then hit me with something I never thought I’d hear, “I want you to cum all over me. I want you to imagine you’ve got two willing faces begging for your cum. Imagine me and another woman writhing beneath you. Cum on me, Please…Cum on me”. At that moment, thick, projectile cum flew from my cock. First it landed in a thick line from her chin to her forehead. Then again, from her pert breasts to her mouth, then thick loads kept oozing onto her breasts and stomach. This was the most cum I’d ever produced. After a few minutes relaxing and watching Alice smiling as she wiped cum from her stunning face and out of her beautiful blonde hair, we lay in a heap and giggled. “Just like when we were nineteen eh?” Alice said trying to get her breath back. I agreed. However, I needed to ask her something, I just came out with it, “Did you seriously mean that when you mentioned another woman? Was it just dirty talk?” Alice paused longer than I expected her to. Rather than be angry or funny with me, she replied, “It would be pretty hot in the right circumstances, almanbahis yeni giriş the right woman….Or man.” We said nothing else about it, had an amazing weekend of so much more great sex and went back home on the Sunday feeling rejuvinated. One Month Later… For the last four weeks I couldn’t get the image of Joe’s cock out of my mind. If it was that size flaccid, what size must he be erect? I’m so much smaller than him, yet I’ve got a good sized cock. Big in fact! It was Friday night, we’d had a long day at work and were tucking into a Chinese when the phone rang. “Hello mate, yeah…Tomorrow night, of course. Don’t worry about a cab, stay over. I’m sure we’ve got enough room for Base!” As soon as I said it I knew Alice would ask why I’d called our friend ‘Base’ when she’d never heard it used before. Deep down I wanted to tell her. Just me thinking about it had rekindled our dwindling sex life. Would it be a step too far though? I finished the conversation and sat back down to my food. “So Joe’s coming over tomorrow night then?” asked Alice . “Yeah, he’s going to bring a load of booze if we do the food”. Alice paused for a minute, “Why did you call him ‘Base’? I’ve heard you guys use nicknames before, but that’s a new one.” I wasn’t sure what to say. It was something so trivial, but I knew she’d be turned on by it. “It’s just a silly old name his friends in York called him. Nothing to it.” She could see my smirk as I thought of that night he showed us, how funny but shocking it was. “Oh go on, tell me. I’ll make it worth your while…” She looked at me with blatant blow job eyes! “If you start making it worth my while now, I’ll tell you while you’re busy”, I responded cheekily. She got up from her chair, approached, and made me turn my chair away from the table. Alice always knew how to set the scene! She turned off the light, put the lamp on and left the music on in the background. She knelt down in front of my chair, pulled me forward and pulled my shorts and boxers down. “I love your fat cock” She muffled as she put it deep inside her mouth. She was bobbing up and down for a few minutes and then asked again “come on, tell me about the nickname”. I was composing myself and I started. “Joe…ahh…is called Base…mmmm….because he can…there, right there…he can…mmmm…ohhh…he can drop his cock to the base of a pint glass” I splurted out quickly. “He showed us”, her sucking was getting faster as she looked up at me. “What? Seriously?” Alice asked breathlessly. She continued sucking. “Yes, it’s huge, massive, longer and thicker than mine when it’s flaccid…ohhh…uhh…uhh…uhh…shit…uhh” I shot thick stream after thick stream of cum down her throat as she gagged, swallowing as much as possible while looking up at me with a surprised “Shit, that’s a load” look on her face. She quickly drank some water, got up and looked at me again. “To the base of a pint glass? That’s mad. That’s huge. He must be like eleven inches erect?” she looked so excited. “I know, and it’s really thick”, I said as I pulled my shorts up. We made love for ages after that. I went down on Alice skilfully to show my appreciation. I licked every inch of her bald pussy, darting my tongue in and out at every opportunity. I was playing with her. Building her up with light darting tongue action, before pressing the base of my tongue against her just before she was ready to cum. I did this over and over until eventually she could take no more. She pressed my face against her mound, forced my tongue in as I rubbed her throbbing almanbahis giriş clit gently, quickly with my moist finger. We fell asleep knowing full well that Joe would humiliate me the next evening with his manhood. He would definitely be up for it. Alice is gorgeous, dirty and in need of some serious satisfaction. Saturday Evening… It was a great night so far. The booze was flowing, Alice and I cooked a lovely meal, while constantly touching each other seductively, and Joe was in a great mood. He was charming, funny and most of all, kept talking about his conquests while travelling, which was killing Alice as she now knew what was hiding beneath his tight jeans. To be fair, you could see what was trying to hide. Alice couldn’t take her eyes away from his crotch, and she kept rubbing mine under the table. By around midnight we were all reminiscing about old times and giggling in front of the fire. We have a lovely, cosy Edwardian home with a huge fireplace in a relatively small lounge. Alice was flirting with the both of us and we were both playing along, clearly spotting that she loved the attention. When we finished our latest bottle of red, Joe and I decided on a beer and Alice went into the kitchen to pour the drinks. “She’s amazing you know. I mean, if you don’t mind me saying. You’re really lucky mate. I mean…I wouldn’t marry someone like her; she’s too nice for me. But you mate; you’re great for her…” There was a silence; he seemed embarrassed like he’d offended me. “I know what you mean Joe. You’ve always had a way with the words! She’s great, beautiful. I love her so much, but, well, the rot sets in on everyone. We’ve actually been great for the last month, but for a year before that, things were very dull. Never enough to change anything dramaticly though. Certainly some issues that needed facing up to”. We were quiet again until Alice came in with a tray. It was then I knew the night would be fabulous. On Alice ’s tray was a bottle of opened Champagne with one full flute, two pints of beer and one empty pint glass. I looked straight into her eyes but her gaze was fixed firmly on Joe as she passed him his drink. She announced “Right, it’s time for a party trick! I’ll go first.” Joe was smiling at me as if to say “Is she a little drunk mate”, but we let her continue her centre of attention routine as it was so cute. She then shocked the two of us. “Right, I reckon I can get the whole of the base of this pint glass in my mouth.” She held it up to the dimmed light and pretended to inspect its size. Joe laughed and egged her on, “Go on then Alice , but what’s your forfeit if you can’t wrap your mouth around the base of the pint glass?” Alice thought for a moment, and then came out with it. “Okay, if I can’t fit the base in my mouth, then my lovely husband has to get a big erection and I have to get my mouth to the base of his cock!” Wow, she was really going straight in for the kill. To be honest, I was worried she’d scare Joe off. “Sounds good to me Alice. I’d like to see that.” Joe said while laughing. “And if you can’t do either, it will be funny seeing your husband, my old football loving, ball waxing (this was just a one off the lads never let me forget), and lightweight mate trying to get a stiffy in front of me. No chance!” Alice licked her lips. Knelt down on the floor in front of us, very suggestively, and started to try and put the pint glass in her mouth. She struggled for what seemed like ages. She just couldn’t get it into her tiny mouth. They both looked at me, as if I needed encouragement; I undid my jeans, took them off and walked over to where Alice was kneeling. In the eye line of Joe, and the fire blazing in the background, Alice released my thick, seven inch cock from my boxers.