A decade ago, I went skinny dipping with a couple of friends on a warm summer night. I left that evening with the distinct impression that my friend Jane had been captivated with the size of my cock. We have been good friends before and since, but have always been in relationships with other people; nothing has ever happened between us.

It is of note, however, that in the last decade she has brought up the size of my penis twice. Once, she mentioned that it was “big” in passing. Another time more recently (and much more publicly) she drunkenly orated about our skinny dipping experience (and my cock’s generous size) in front of a group of friends, including my wife. It was a strange personal detail to have out in the open, but I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t a bit of a thrill.

Luckily, my wife found it hot that Jane had told everyone about my size, saying that it proved that Jane had been fantasizing about my big dick all this time.

This past weekend, my wife and I had some friends over to the house. It was us, Jane (who had recently separated from her husband) and one other couple. We had a lovely evening, discussing the separation, life, and old times.

Around 11, the couple decided to pack it in and go home. My wife asked Jane if she’d be heading out too or if we should open another bottle of wine. Jane said she’d stay a bit longer.

My wife got another bottle from the kitchen, topped up all our glasses, and sat back down. We continued the conversation from before, but eventually Jane went quiet. We asked what was on her mind, and she spoke:

“I wanted to apologize for the last time when we were all together,” said Jane, “when I brought up the skinny dipping and had everyone talking about your junk. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I waved her off.

“Jane, it’s alright,” said my wife. “You don’t need to say another word.”

Jane’s face softened. “That’s such a relief,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

There was silence for a moment. I knew what Jane had meant. But my wife had heard the setup for a joke.

“Oh, you’ve been thinking of my husband’s cock a lot?” she said.

I couldn’t believe she went there. Jane looked flustered.

“I, no, that’s not what I meant,” she said as she went flush. “I mean, it’s been 10 years, I couldn’t even picture it if I tried. I really just remember it was big. I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”

She was digging herself into a hole. My wife laughed.

“No fair huh?” teased my wife. “All this fuss and you’ve never even REALLY seen the thing.”

We let out a collective chuckle, and reached for our wine.

There was tension in the air, and it was getting to me. I was in my living room with two incredible women whom I cared for very much, who happened to be discussing my penis. I could feel the blood starting to work its way into the subject of their discussion. I shifted in my chair.

“Should we change the subject?” offered my wife.

“No I uh, really don’t mind,” I replied. Trying to get into to the spirit of my wife’s earlier joke, I asked Jane: “So, seen any other good ones over the years?”

“Oh yeah, lots,” said Jane. We made eye contact as she said: “but none quite like yours”.

My wife smiled. I was now sitting there half erect. I was worried that any more talk was going to bring me to full mast which would have been obvious to all.

My wife, apparently feeling very bold, then spoke the seven words that were to change my life:“ Do you want to see it again?”

My heart jumped, as I let out a laugh. I glanced at Jane to see her reaction. She also laughed aloud, although out of shock, surprise or joy I’m not sure.

“I mean…I would!” she replied.

My wife smirked and nodded in a knowing way. All eyes fell to me. I was speechless.

“What do you think honey?” my wife said to me. “Do you want to remind Jane what it looks like?”

I’d had a lot to drink and tried to play it cool, but in all honesty I’d dreamt of it for a decade.

“Absolutely,” was all that stumbled from my lips.

Before I even processed what was happening, I stood up and unbuckled my belt. I pulled down my pants and boxers, and out flopped my large cock. Jane inhaled sharply. I was very aware that, now semi-erect, it was even bigger than what she’d seen last time. Jane had her mouth open, astonished. My wife had the biggest smile on her face. She looked so proud.

I stood there, savouring the moment and enjoying their fixation. The tension was sky high, but I was content to simply feel their eyes on me.Jane spoke next.

“To be honest, it’s bigger than I remember,” she said.I was trying to to keep my cool, but it was all becoming too much. The blood was pumping, and I felt my cock begin to rise. I’m not sure if this is outside the bounds of what she wanted to see, but I couldn’t help it. Soon enough, I’m standing there fully erect - my long, thick, veiny cock exposed to them both.

“Oh my god, it just keeps getting bigger,” she said.

I feel my cock pulsing, veins throbbing, as big and hard as I’ve ever been in my life.

“What do you think, Jane?” says my wife.

“I’m very impressed.” says Jane.

After a few moments, my wife sat forward on the couch. She looked at Jane, who sat forward as well. The muscles in my wife’s legs tensed as if she was deciding whether to stand. Jane looked at my wife’s legs as if looking for a cue. After the longest pause, my wife stood, with Jane following immediately after. We stood in silence for a moment.

“You ever touched one this size?” said my wife.

“Never,” said Jane.

“Huh,” I replied.

“May I?” said Jane.

I nodded as the two women walked towards me and knelt down. For a moment, they stayed there, unsure of what was next. Then Jane raised her hand, then hesitantly touched the side of my penis. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Gaining confidence, she wrapped her hand around the base of my throbbing cock. Her fingers just barely touched. My wife nodded as Jane placed her other hand around it. Still, about an inch of shaft and my entire cock head were left untouched.

“Oh my god,” said Jane. “It’s so big.”

“Right?” said my wife. “Big enough that you can do this.”

To my amazement, my wife leaned in and opened wide. Taking my throbbing head into her warm mouth, she pushed my cock down her throat until her lips met Jane’s hands. She caressed the underside of my head with her tongue and I moaned. Jane giggled and took her hands off me briefly while she took off her shirt, revealing her lean, fit torso and the tiny breasts that I’d daydreamed about for a decade. She took my cock back into her hands and started working it back and forth while my wife sucked the tip. It was pure ecstasy.

My wife opened her eyes and saw Jane topless beside her, and decided to follow suit. She took off her shirt and bra, revealing her big bouncy breasts, a sizeable contrast from Jane’s sleek frame. Jane, still work working me with her hands, leaned in kissed the head of my cock, her body grazing my wife’s tits wile she did so. She paused, as if considering her next move. My wife smiled and put her hands on Jane’s shoulders for encouragement. Jane took one hand off of my cock and repositioned herself.

“I wanna see how much I can fit,” she said.

I nodded.She looked up at me as she took my cock into her mouth. It felt different than my wife’s, smaller, wholly unfamiliar. It was amazing. My fat cock head was stretching the limit of her delicate mouth, and she struggled to get much past the tip before she coughed. She took a second, looked back at me sheepishly and tried again. As she did so, my wife leaned back in and ran her tongue it from the bottom of my balls up the side of my shaft until her tongue reached Jane’s face, which was bulging with cock. It was the sexiest thing I’ve witnessed in my life. I gasped again, and it felt like all the muscles in my body contracted. My cock, which I’d thought couldn’t possibly get any harder, was now at its true maximum, and I looked down in wonder at the two beautiful women that were slobbering on it. It was an incredible sight.

As they kept working me, I felt that I couldn’t hold back much longer.“I’m going to cum,” I muttered, not knowing what our next steps would be. It all had happened so fast, just minutes ago the idea of talking about my cock had seemed so risqué. Now Jane had her mouth around it, and I wasn’t sure what was acceptable in this context.

Jane let out a sweet, soft, whimpering moan. My hunch is that she’d daydreamed about my big dick cumming for a long time. She looked over at my wife, who nodded. She took me into her mouth and put her hands on my hips, and pulled me as deep as I’d go. My wife grabbed my cock, the majority of which didn’t fit in Jane’s mouth, and started stroking. Jane looked angelic with a fat cock in her mouth, and my wife was pumping me so firmly that her breasts were swinging back and forth, colliding into Jane’s side. It was all too much for me. I moaned loud as I let go. All the cum I had in me shot straight into the back of Jane’s throat. The force and velocity surprised her, and she coughed again as cum spewed out the sides of her mouth back onto my still-pulsating cock. It was messy, depraved, beautiful. Jane let out a sound of pleasure. My wife smiled, wide eyed, as the reality of what had just happened finally hit her. I closed my eyes, savouring the feeling.

Jane took my cock out of her mouth and laughed.

“Thanks for showing me your dick!” she said.

UPDATE: It happened, she came back for more. I wrote about it here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/163pjfb/ffm\_wife\_shares\_my\_big\_cock\_with\_my\_college\_crush/