Big Man's Second Chance

You can hear me say, “I’m ready,” and then AJ’s spectacular cock comes into the shot. His is the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen in my life, so long and thick and straight.

AJ starts to fuck me harder as the video goes on. “Damn, this is hot,” he says.

And he’s right. I’m so turned on I could come right now, but I try to hold out as long as possible.

The video shows him lining up the tip of his cock with the tight opening of my asshole. My moans grew louder as he slowly made his way inside of me. His groans were low and deep. After a while he was fucking my ass hard and fast, our skin slapping together. My screams soon rose above all other sounds.

Suddenly AJ pulls out of me. He turns me onto my back. I can still hear my screams from the TV as he lays on top of me and plunges in. He kisses me deeply, our eyes lingering on each other as he fucks the hell out of me.

“God, you’re tight,” he says, almost with a grimace.

My body starts to clinch and contract as my orgasm rattles through me.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I cry out. He shoves hard into me and that’s it, I’m done. My body explodes, and so does his. Our combined moans rise above the sound of sex on the TV. The sweet scent of our love-making fills the room.

He reaches over and turns off his phone and the room is quiet. He stays inside of me, his cock softening, but only a little. He brushes his fingers through my hair, looking at me with more love than I ever thought possible.

“You feel different,” he says.

I look at him with confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not sure. It’s almost like you’re swollen inside, tighter than usual …” He gets a strange look on his face, as if he’s come to some sort of conclusion, but isn’t quite sure of it. “Maybe you’re about to start your period?”

I start to think about it and come to my own surprising conclusion. I honestly don’t remember the last time I had a period. But I don’t want to say that and get his brain started down another path. He’s already worried about starting his new job. He needs to keep his brain in the game.

“Maybe,” I say.

Things have been so all over the place that I never really thought about my period. AJ and I had stopped using condoms after we were married. We weren’t exactly trying to conceive, but we weren’t trying not to either, obviously. It was one of those things that if it happened, it happened, but we weren’t going to try to force the matter. Today is the first day of his new job as a commentator for his old Chicago team, and my job at the hospital is moving right along. We’re in a good place to have children. I secretly hoped it would happen sooner than later, and he not-so-secretly wanted it to happen as soon as possible. He’s always making comments about how amazing and beautiful our children would be and how he couldn’t wait to take them to football games and play catch.

“You better get in the shower,” I tell him. “You don’t want to be late for your first day.”

He sighs and puts his hands over his face. “This whole thing has me stressed out. I’ve never been that smart and if I mess up on TV, everyone is going to see it first-hand.”

I pull his hands away from his face, forcing him to look at me as I soothe him. “You know football, you know this team, and I know that I didn’t marry a big dumb fuck. Look how cleverly you snared me, leaving me no choice but to love you.” I smile at him. He returns it and touches my face. “And Chicago already loves you, especially now that a new Hope Center has opened on the South side. You’re going to be amazing. And even if you’re not, even if you fall on your face and all of Chicago turns on you, I’ll still take you to bed and screw your brains out.”

He laughs and raises an eyebrow. “You mean even if I fall on my face you’ll still love me.”

“That too,” I say with a wink.

He tackles me and we roll around, me laughing while he tickles me. When he stops, I’m panting. He kisses the tip of my nose. “I will always love you,” I tell him.I sit at the dining table with the gift box in front of me, a little present for him to celebrate his first day of work. I watched the game on TV with his commentary. He was brilliant, as I knew he would be. His charm and wit are unmatched.