Tom gives in to lust

Tom's gaze drifted down to his own crotch, where his penis was now a monstrous, throbbing presence. He hadn't noticed it before, but now it was impossible to ignore. It stretched under his pants, thick and veiny, the tip reaching almost to his knee. It felt like a living thing, demanding attention. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust his growing erection. The leather of his seat sticking to his swollen cock, causing a delicious friction.

Laura's breathing grew heavier, and Tom could see her chest rising and falling in a more pronounced rhythm. His thoughts drifted to his wife, her sexy curves, and her welcoming warmth. He hadn't been able to get it up for her lately, but now, his body was responding in a way he hadn't felt in years. It was almost painful, this sudden, intense need for release.

With trembling hands, Tom reached down with one hand to adjust himself, his fingers brushing against the veiny base of his cock. The sensation was electric, and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning out loud. Laura's sleep was deep, but he didn't dare risk waking her with his indecent thoughts. His cock was like a snake, begging for the sweet relief of his wife's embrace.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with tension. The car's engine hummed in harmony with his pulsing cock, as if urging him on. The vanilla scent grew stronger, mingling with the scent of his arousal, making it almost unbearable. He glanced at Laura again, her eyes still closed, her breathing steady. But were her boobs always like that or did she grow them in college?

Tom's mind raced with the sudden, overwhelming desire to pull over and relieve himself, but fear and confusion kept him driving. What was happening to him? The thought of his cock growing so large was ludicrous, and yet, here it was, a hard, pulsing reality. He tried to focus on the road, his eyes flicking from the gas gauge to Laura and back again.

Tom's thoughts were consumed by his swollen member, his mind playing out every naughty scene with his hot wife. He imagined her soft, slutty plump lips wrapped around his monstercock, her eyes wide with shock and desire. The image was so vivid, so real, that he could almost feel her mouth on him, her tongue playing with the tip of his cock.

But... Wait a minute... Wasn't his wife a little flatter, and didn't like giving blowjobs... Tom thought it was just a fantasy, not realizing that it was only the beginning.