Potbellied man with a thick dick

I want to tell a story I found myself in not long ago. I'm 35, not a model, though I have a pretty face, tits closer to a size 4, they sag a bit (if some woman with size 3 or bigger tits says hers are perky, spit in her eyes), a budding belly that thank god hasn't swallowed my waist yet, and my pride—my ass, supported by great hips. My ass and hips, according to my husband and not just him, are the favorite parts of my body. We've been married for 10 years, we live okay, don't fight over big things, but most importantly, in terms of sex, strangely enough, the fire hasn't died out; it's been passionate, temperamental, regular, and without

any restrictions. But there was one 'but'... Despite my husband fully satisfying me, I always had orgasms, my pussy periodically demanded a new cock, and I didn't have the strength to resist its desires. I didn't keep steady lovers; there were spontaneous, short-lived flings. Getting to the point of the story. I worked for a property management company and needed to visit an apartment to assess damage from a leak. It was summer, hot, I was wearing a flared skirt and a top made of light material, with a bra and panties underneath. I arrived at the address and was met by a heavyset man with a very substantial belly, around 70 years old, with an intelligent face. For some reason, a mischievous thought popped into my head—he probably can only see his own dick in the mirror. I inspected the leak damage, wrote up a report, I was sweating from the heat, the owner saw my condition and suggested I go to the bathroom to at least rinse my face. In the bathroom, I took off my top and bra and started rinsing my face and chest with cool water, enjoying it. Over the noise of the water, I didn't hear the bathroom door open, and then my skirt along with my panties were around my ankles. Before I could even get scared, I felt male fingers spreading my labia and something thick and hot entering my pussy. Besides my husband's cock, at least 10 other cocks had been in my pussy, but my pussy had never had such a thick cock before; it filled my entire vagina tightly, every cell of it felt the invader's tool. I screamed, he rasped—"Don't yell, you'll be satisfied"—and started pounding me, pressing all his kilograms onto me, and there were over 100 kg of them. He fucked me, and soon I felt he was right saying I'd be satisfied; I started having orgasms. After about ten minutes, he gasped, jerked a few times, and came. He stood for a bit, pulled his cock out of my pussy, turned me around, and put his cock in my mouth; his cockhead barely fit in my mouth. I sucked while he stroked my hair and whispered—"Good girl, I told you you'd like it." And I really did like his cock, both in my pussy and in my mouth. Later, using my hands as a measuring tool, I roughly determined the size of his cock: 15-16 cm long and 6-6.5 cm thick. I sucked off the remainder, he put me under the shower, and I felt the tenderness of his hands. For two days, I was under the impression of that day, and on the third day, my feet (or maybe my pussy) led me back to that apartment. He wasn't surprised by my arrival, took me to the bedroom, undressed me, undressed himself. His appearance didn't bother me at all—fat, hairy, with something sticking out under his huge belly—but when I took that something in my mouth and started sucking, it turned into a thick, veiny cock with a large purple head. This time, I was amazed not only by his cock but also by how such a hog fucked me, putting me in different positions. I came like crazy. A few days later, I rang that doorbell again. But... an elderly, very well-groomed woman opened the door; I was embarrassed. She invited me into the apartment, offered me tea, and during a casual conversation, asked—"How is he in bed? Probably fell for his member, huh? My pussy has been retired for a long time, but he's still like a young man. I'm glad there are women who can give him the happiness of sex." We parted as friends. I visited him a few more times, and then it was like a switch flipped—how could I have gotten under such a hog? After all, there's no man better than my husband. Valya.