Gym Talk and Greater Measures

Lori burst through the door still in her tight gym leggings, sweat glistening on her collarbone, and fixed Keith with a wicked grin. "You won't believe the nonsense my six gym friends were spouting today," she said, dropping her bag and striding over to straddle his lap on the couch. "Each one bragging about how their man's cock is the biggest they've ever seen, like they're comparing trophies at a swap meet." Keith raised an eyebrow, hands settling on her hips. "And you just sat there listening?" Lori laughed, sharp and low. "Oh, I smiled politely while they described inches like it was a contest. But all I could think was how their partners would look like warm-up toys next to you."

Keith chuckled, pulling her closer. "Warm-up toys? That's generous. What exactly did they say?" Lori leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "One claimed eight inches and thick enough to make her walk funny. Another swore his curves just right for her G-spot. They got so horny detailing every vein and thrust, I nearly laughed out loud. But none of them know what real size feels like." She ground down against him, feeling him stir. "I told them nothing beats the real deal, but they didn't believe me."

"So what's your plan, Mrs. Confident?" Keith asked, voice teasing as his fingers traced her spine. "March me in there like a show-and-tell?" Lori's eyes sparkled with challenge. "Exactly. I want to introduce them to your cock so they stop pretending their men are anything but practice rounds. Imagine their faces when they see what actually fills a woman." She kissed him hard, tongue demanding, then pulled back. "But first, prove it to me again. Get hard for me right now."

Keith stood, lifting her effortlessly, and carried her to the bedroom where clothes vanished in a flurry of fabric. Lori pushed him onto the bed, strong thighs pinning his sides as she wrapped her hand around his growing length. "Look at that cock," she murmured, stroking firmly. "Already hard and ready to make me drip." She lowered her mouth, giving a slow, teasing blowjob that had him groaning, her tongue swirling while she maintained eye contact. "Your friends would faint if they knew this was waiting," Keith panted, hips twitching. Lori released him with a wet pop. "They will know. But tonight you're all mine."

She climbed atop him, guiding his cock into her wet pussy with a satisfied sigh. "God, you're so thick," she said, riding him with powerful rolls of her hips. "Deeper. Fill me until I'm dripping down your thighs." Keith thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her ass as sweat beaded on their skin. "You're the one making me this horny," he replied, voice strained with pleasure. "Those braggers have no idea what they're missing." Lori laughed between moans, her strong body controlling the pace. "Damn right. They'll learn soon enough."

The rhythm built, bodies slapping together as Lori leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest. "Pound me harder," she demanded, not submissive but commanding. Keith obliged, flipping them so he could drive into her from above, her legs locked around him. She came first, pussy clenching tight as waves of pleasure hit, cum slicking their connection while she panted his name. He followed moments later, spilling deep inside her with a groan, their sweating forms tangled in the sheets.

Afterward, Lori traced lazy circles on his chest, still flushed and glowing. "That was just the preview," she whispered. "Next time we host the girls, you'll show them exactly why their partners are outclassed." Keith kissed her shoulder. "You're serious about this introduction?" "Deadly," she replied, already plotting the details with a sly smile. "They'll never brag the same way again."

Lori's mind raced ahead to the moment her friends would finally witness the truth up close.