She was looking forward to seeing Lola again, even if
that met spending a weekend with Shane. Flex was 6’2″
and weighed according to the magazine 320lbs and none of
it was fat. His dark black skin had been a problem for
him. He was African black and when posing always had to
have a light background and plenty of lighting to see
his musculature. His pose on Iron Man was full frontal
and everything was bulging out, it even looked like he
had muscles under the tight crotch hugging dick sack he
was wearing. Jesus, but that was a huge bulge. “What is
that thing under his suit?” she asked staring closely at
the magazine cover.

“Uh… Um,” stuttered her husband of four years. “Uh…
don’t tell him I told you this, but he stuffs his suit
to make it appear that he has a big bulge. You know what
they say about bodybuilders.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Steroid use makes your dick small and limp, so they
stuff socks in their suits.”

“Oh,” she replied.

“You don’t find that attractive do you?” he asked. John
asked that same question every time she saw Shane. The
huge black man was a manly man and though John and his
other buddy Grant, were both good looking, fit men, they
deferred to Shane as the alpha of the group.

“God no,” said Marisa, reassuring her husband. “I don’t
know any woman that finds that attractive. Lola being
the exception.” Marisa bent her head down closer to the
magazine. It didn’t look like Shane stuffed his suit
with socks, she could almost make out the outline of a
penis under the tight material, a really big penis. As
she stared, something dripped on Shane’s crotch. The
fluid was a milky white liquid and she watched it spread
out to cover Shane’s penis shaped bulge. Marisa glanced
down at her breasts, nipples rock hard, milk appearing
on the tips of each. “Oh god John, I’m leaking. Can you
pull over?”

“We’re almost there.”

“I know, but my udders are screaming to be milked.”

John glanced over at his wife’s bosom with appreciation.
Since having Jack, her nipples were hard and ultra
sensitive. The two times they’d made love since Jack was
born, sucking and pinching her nipples had given her a
rare orgasm. Marisa would have been happy having sex
more often, once a week maybe and possibly more, but
John had felt weird about sex since the baby was born
and truthfully even before she’d gotten pregnant his sex
drive was much lower than hers. He’d even seen a doctor
and was told he should start taking testosterone
supplements, though he hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
Of course at thirty, he was well past his sexual peak
and Marisa at twenty-seven had a ways to go to reach her
peak.

He glanced over at her breasts again. Her bra had been
driving her crazy where it rubbed her nipples and she
lost it during the first hour of their five hour drive.
All Marisa was wearing over her black shorts was a green
blouse that looked lovely under her red hair. The blouse
was loose and gaped open between buttons and she’d even
undone a couple as if her breasts needed air.