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Size
I cane across a story, "Wife Sharing Nightmare" by Shock, a rework of
another story, "Badfuck" by Karl Kramer. I was inspired to write my own
version, to twist my own particular kink int the tale.
SIZE by Lyndon Brown
Size doesn't matter, except to the women to whom it matters.I learned that
this month. I've learned a lot about penis size and women lately. Most I
wish I could forget.
Joanie and I had been married for over twenty years. We were both virgins
when we met in college. She was seeing someone else at home. He was
pressuring her into marriage. She went with both of us for a while, seeing
me at school during the week, him in her hometown on weekends. He became an
asshole. I won her heart and her virginity.
I graduated a year before her. I got my first job, and moved away. I played
the field extensively, before satisfying myself that she was the one for me.
She was never with anyone else. We got married just after she graduated.
My problems started six weeks ago, in the mall. My wife and I have a game we
play on escalators. With her on the step above me, I press up against her
from behind. This puts her hand at just the right height to fondle my cock.
We rode for several flights, surrounded by crowds, isolated within the
handrail walls, with her stroking my erection. Usually I have a coat or
shopping bag for concealment when we step off, or I just walk closely behind
her, till things subside.
This time my hands were empty, and she scampered off to a sales table,
leaving me exposed. We had a whispered argument among the racks of purses. I
was upset about being seen with an erection in my Dockers. She didn't
understand. "Your little thing," she said, "It's not like it's big enough
for anyone to notice!"
After twenty years of marriage I had become too small, and I didn't know
how! I had never seen another man erect, so I had no basis for comparison. I
just assumed I was average. From that point in time I was "Tiny." My cock
was," that little thing" or "the teeny weenie," my erections were "small
problems."
Our sex life didn't change much at first, until the day she first gave me
deep throat. I was so stunned that I lost my erection. This was something
she had never attempted with me before. A whole new skill. I was blown away
by the ease with which she took all of me into her mouth and throat. Where
had she learned this? Who had taught her? Who had she practiced on? How big
must he have been, if she could take me so easily?
I accused her of seeing someone else, and she lashed out at me for not
trusting her. She tearfully confessed that she was dissatisfied with me
because she had never been with anyone else. She told me that her fiance,
had been bigger, and that she wished now that she had done more with him
then. She said I hadn't given her anywhere near the amount of orgasms she
should have had.
We patched things up. She told me I was all she ever wanted, but I became
obsessed. I read everything I could find on sexuality, on sexual technique,
on women's sexual response. I read dozens of articles and web pages with
variations of the title "Does size matter?" I found surveys, tables, and
charts and graphs on penis size: I was either dead average, or an inch
below, depending on the author. One source said I measured up to the average
thirteen-year-old! I learned sensual massage, and techniques for the tongue
and fingers. I attended a seminar on oral sex. I lurked in forums on hot
wives, on cheating wives, and on swapping couples. I read too many stories
about husbands who shared their wives with other, larger, men.
I felt I was in competition with every other man for my Joanie's affection.
The idea of watching my wife with another man, and then proving my
superiority to him, stuck in my mind. While I couldn't compete in size, my
superior skills and knowledge would win my wife again. In one step, I could
restore our relationship, by giving her an experience with a large cock, and
then proving my worth.
Joanie was never really sold on this idea but she weakened to the point that
one night she finally said she would do it, for me, if this were what I
needed to overcome my depression. I convinced her this was the only way to
repair our marriage. I convinced her that there was nothing I wanted more.
I found the guy in the showers at the gym. He was a well- developed weight
lifter. He was as long soft as I am hard. After a few beers he agreed to
participate. I could tell by
the size of the bulge in his sweatpants that he had a tool big enough to
help convince my wife that size wasn't what she needed, and to provide me
the test I wanted.
Saturday was her birthday, so I decided to set it up then. I called her from
work. I told her I wanted her to be dressed very sexy for me when I arrived.
My sweet wife agreed, not suspecting that I was going to be bringing someone
else with me.
When I got home, my darling wife met me at the front door wearing a
see-through white teddy and a very short black skirt that barely covered her
crotch. It was obvious she wore no bra. She looked fantastic. Even if I
weren't planning to fulfill a fantasy that evening, she would have turned me
on with that outfit. She was turned on herself.
She gave me a big smile and a kiss, but then noticed the man standing behind
me. She abruptly pulled away and stepped back as I walked in with our new
friend following. She turned her back and was fleeing upstairs when I asked
her to stay. She said that she didn't feel that she was dressed properly
for company. I told her that Hank wasn't just company and that she should
stay. She remained hesitant for a moment and then realized what I had in
mind. She stood awkwardly for a minute, then uneasily took a seat on the
living room couch, crossing her stunning legs to cover her crotch under her
tiny skirt.
Hank and I sat down across from her. I wished her happy birthday. I told
her that Hank was her present.
She looked upset. She asked me if I was really sure that this was what I
wanted her to do.
I assured her that this was exactly what I wanted her to do. It was
something our marriage needed in order to recover. Then, excited, I invited
Hank to enjoy my wife. We had agreed in the bar that I was going to watch
them make love.
He got up and went over to my anxious wife and sat down beside her. He
immediately started playing with her firm breasts through the lace of her
teddy. He held her hand on the lump in his pants. He worried her breasts and
nipples with his tongue and teeth. Almost against her will, her nipples
began to grow and harden. Her juices began to flow.
My wife was still very nervous. She looked to me, with a silent plea for
help in her eyes.
I shook my head.
She lay back against the cushions on the couch, and let Hank have his way
with her.
He wasted no time. He stood up, pulled Joanie's skirt up around her trim
waist and spread her legs apart. It was obvious that her sheer white bikini
panties were damp. He grabbed the crotch of her panties and easily ripped
them from her.
My lovely wife opened her eyes in fright when she felt and heard her panties
destroyed. She looked on with deer-in-the-headlights eyes as he dropped his
pants.
I wasn't disappointed when I saw the size of his erection. It was completely
hard and huge.
My wife saw his over-sized tool. She looked at me with a worried expression
on her pretty face, trembling.
I just smiled at them and nodded.
She looked over at me and pleaded, asking one last time, "Honey is this
really what you want?"
I nodded again, and said in a husky voice, "Yes. Yes it is."
She looked deeply into my eyes. After a moment, very hesitantly, she lay
back again with a look of resigned acceptance on her face.
Hank finished climbing out of his pants.
In the bar I had told Hank that he would have to use a condom because my
wife wasn't on the pill. I had a vasectomy ten years ago after a near-fatal
problem pregnancy. He agreed to use one.
Hank quickly pulled a condom out of his wallet and rolled it onto that
monster cock of his. Then he stepped between her lovely thighs, grabbed her
legs, and placed then up over his shoulders.
All the research I had done didn't really prepare me for what I was actually
seeing. I thought that this moment would be arousing, but when I saw Hank
start to press that huge monster into my wife, when I saw her wince as he
started stretching her pussy, the true reality of the whole situation hit
home. What the hell was I doing? Here was my
pretty wife, who I loved more than life, having her most private parts
invaded by a stranger. I couldn't take it any longer. I jumped up and
yelled, "Stop! I've changed my mind!"
I crossed the room and grabbed him by the shoulder. I told him that I'd made
a mistake and that he'd better go. Suddenly the whole sight made me sick. I
wanted to vomit. What had I done?
But the worst was yet to come.
When I grabbed Hank by the shoulder, he turned and slapped me across the
face. The blow knocked me backward on my ass, leaving me dazed. I jumped up
again to tear him away from my wife, but this time he punched me in the
stomach, forcing all the air out of my lungs.
Hank grunted, and yelled that there was no way he was NOT going to fuck my
wife now. He swore at both of us, calling her a "cock-tease" and cursing at
me. He yelled," If we tried to stop him, he'd teach us a lesson we would
never forget!"
All I could do was gasp for air and watch as he again grabbed my wife's
legs, thrusting them over his shoulders as before.
My wife screamed. She struggled valiantly to break free, but from that
position she couldn't get away.
Hank growled, "OK asshole, watch this!"
I looked on in horror as he held my wife's legs with one hand and reached
down and pulled the condom off his cock with the other.
My wife heard it snap as it came off and immediately reached down with both
hands to cover her pussy. Joanie pleaded with Hank not to do this. But it
was no use. He just pushed her hands aside and moved his cock into position
at the entrance to her opening. He moved it up and down within her slit,
oiling it with her juices and opening her lips. He shoved into her. Hank
only got the head of his prick into her at first, but he thrust again.
My wife screamed as her pussy stretched wide to accommodate this invading
monster.
I felt terrible. I was helpless, I couldn't move. I felt guilty that what I
was watching was making me hard. I didn't want to be turned-on by this, I
was horrified.
After several mighty thrusts he had forced his cock all the way into her.
Hank held himself there for a bit while my wife caught her breath and the
pain subsided. He withdrew to the rim of his cockhead, then thrust in again,
fully. My wife gasped in pain. He held there again, reaming her opening,
sliding just an inch up and down, spreading her lubricant. He withdrew all
the way to the very tip of that massive cock, then impaled her again in one
slow swoop.
Joanie, my wife, my beloved, gasped in something other than pain.
Then the big brute started riding her for all she was worth.
My poor wife was helpless to stop him, and I was completely useless, even
after I finally caught my breath and struggled to my feet. I stared in
horror as what I thought would be the prelude to the most erotic experience
of our lives turned into my worst nightmare.
To make matters worse, Joanie continued to relax, and then to enjoy his
brutish penetration. The fatal insult came when she started to thrash about
in orgasm. I couldn't believe that she could come after what had just taken
place, but she did. She started again, groaning with every stroke. One of
his hands was between them, on her clit, forcing her to a second orgasm.
"Harder. Deeper," she moaned. Her hands grasped his ass, pulling him deeper.
Her body betrayed us with another explosive orgasm. When she pulled his head
down for a tongue-swapping kiss, it tore my heart out by the roots. I
couldn't handle it anymore. I left them grunting and groaning like animals,
while I crept off to the kitchen, trying to block out the sound and sight of
what was happening in the living room.
I couldn't bear to hear the wet sloppy fucking noises anymore. I especially
couldn't bear hearing my wife begging for more, moaning as he bottomed out
in her ruined pussy, whining as that bastard fucked her to orgasm. It seemed
forever before I heard him yelling that he was going to come.
I rushed into the room. I heard my wife plead with him to take it out and
shoot on her, but he wasn't going to deny himself and just kept pumping her
deeply. My poor wife screamed, "No! Please don't do this to me, I'm not on
the pill."
The bastard laughed and said, "I know."
"Please," she begged," please come in my mouth."
The bastard laughed. "Next time," he said. He made one last plunge into her
and held himself there while his cock spasmed. He shot his huge load into my
wife. I could see his body tense as his seed spurted into my helpless wife.
As the couple's bodies slowly relaxed, the silence in the room was
deafening. Joanie just lay there, in shock. I should have killed myself
right then. I slunk back into the kitchen as Hank got up and put his pants
back on. As he walked by the door, he said, "Thanks for the use of your
wife's pussy, asshole. I'll be back."
After the door closed, I looked into the living room. My wife was still
lying on the couch. I could see that her pussy was torn and badly stretched.
His sperm was leaking out of her. Her eyes were glassy, but she had a
satisfied half-smile on her face that just crushed me.
I helped her up and got her showered. I tried calming down. For all I knew,
she could be pregnant!
My dad was a mechanic. He always told me, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
I wish to God that I'd listened.
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