Your girlfriend always told you that size doesn’t matter. Well, I met her at a bar one night and made my presence known. She told me she wasn’t interested, that she had guys like me hitting on her all the time. I asked her whether they all had dicks the size of her forearm. I didn’t hear from her for a week, but when I did, she was a lot more friendly. Now we play a regular game of ‘How much can she take?’
You were dying for your wife to cuckold you with a bigger man, but she said no way, she’d never do it. You were desperate for it, so you asked a friend at work who had a huge dick. You said you wanted him to try to fuck your wife, but she could never know you asked him. To kick things off you arranged for him to pick something up at your house while you were at work. You told him that, knowing your wife, nothing would ever happen and at best it would take many months of groundwork. You told him you thought the best plan would be to take it slow, to just be nice to her for a while and build a friendly relationship for a few months. And then maybe try something, but she’d probably say no.
So you were completely surprised when an hour later you got a text from him that said: “Done ;)”
That cocky asshole Jason at work was always going on and on about his huge dick, and how women went crazy over it. He claimed he could fuck any married woman he wanted.
Tired of listening to his shit, you bet him he’d never be able to fuck your wife in a million years.
Two weeks later, he’s standing at your office door, smiling. Time to pay up on that bet, friend. Big cock wins.
Your wife thought the new young kid who worked at her car repair place was cute and when he talked to her he seemed extremely bold and confident for someone his age. When he snuck her into the bathroom she found out why he was so confident, and she showed him she appreciated a ten inch cock as much as any girl.
As you clean the frequent grease stains (and what are those other stains?) out of her clothes and your bedsheets in the coming months, you’ll be curious, but won’t have the balls to ask her how they got there.
Your wife and your best friend waiting for you to get back with that take-out order they called in. Funny how you always lose the shoot-out to decide who has to go pick up. Looks like she does have a taste for big dick after all. Oh by the way, that’s her texting you now, she wants you to stop by another store and pick up some drinks while you’re out.
Mike and I had hit it off from the first meeting freshman year, and we’d wound up rooming together all four years of school. There’d only been one awkward moment in our relationship, the night midway through first term when I went out partying, while he stayed in to get a good night sleep before a big exam. I came home that night to find out that Mike slept in the nude, that he slept fitfully, and that he had a really big cock. I knew this because I walked in to find him nude, on top of the sheets, his erection straining towards the ceiling.
We talked in the morning, he understood my discomfort, and agreed to wear boxers. Nothing was ever said about it again.
Until, that is, he came to visit my wife and I just a couple of weeks ago. I’m a bit of a practical joker, so as we went to bed, I whispered to Mike, “You can sleep in the nude, it’s alright.
He looked at me quizzically, then shrugged his shoulders and said, “thanks.”
You see, my wife was a virgin on our wedding day and the only cock she’s ever seen is my not quite four inch erection. It was a little cruel, but I figured one morning when Mike slept in a bit, I’d make up some excuse and send her to wake him. I figured she’d scream, he’d wake up startled and both their embarrassment would be hilarious.
The third morning, my wife and I were up and Mike still sleeping. I sent her to wake him, but when five minutes passed and there’d been no screaming, I went to investigate. She woke him the same way every morning of his visit. I guess the joke’s on me.
My best friend from HS, Mike, has come to visit, and to meet my wife, Lisa, for the first time. I’m nervous about it, because Mike can be rather crude, and Lisa is very conservative - to the point that I’m her first and only lover.
We’ve been drinking for several hours when Lisa arrives home, but, being a light drinker, she’s soon every bit as buzzed as us. I relax, we’re having a great time, when Lisa asks, “Is your mother Italian?”
Mike answers, “No, why would you ask?
Lisa answers, “Well, with a middle name like Salvatore, I just figured.”
I nervously ask, “Why would you think his middle name is Salvatore, Lisa? It’s Peter.”
Lisa replies, “Well, Jake, you said Mike was coming to visit, but you keep calling him Sal.”
Fear grips me as I mutter, “Oh, shit, really?”
Mike chuckles and answers, “Funny thing, buddy, you were calling me Mike until your wife got home. Then you started calling me Sal. No one’s called me that for years.”
This can’t be happening. Then I remember, this isn’t your everyday girl. This is my straight arrow wife. Still, fear tinges my voice as I ask, “Shit, you’re kidding me, right?
Lisa answers, “That’s all you’ve called him since I got home, Jake. That’s not his middle name?”
I answer, “No, it’s a nickname.”
Lisa asks, “Why would his nickname be Sal if his name isn’t Salvatore? And why are you so upset, Jake?”
All I can manage is, “Fuck”, so Lisa turns to Mike.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Well, Sal is a shortening of another nickname, that I think Jake secretly wants you to know about, but he’s afraid of your reaction.” Mike answers.
Is he right? Do I really want her to know? I’ve been down this road before, and have enjoyed the initial reaction, but hated the aftermath. Still, this is Lisa, so things will be different this time, won’t they?
While these thoughts run through my mind, Lisa asks, “I don’t understand, what’s the nickname?”.
“Salami.” Mike answers bluntly.
“Salami? What’s that mean,” Lisa asks.
So Mike shows her. And my straight-arrow wife, my oh-so-proper Lisa? Well, the picture above shows the very first time her tongue tastes cock.
While You Were Gone
What did I do while you were away this week? Well, honey, funny you should ask. Telling Jimmy the lawn boy that you’d be away and that you’d pay him next week might have been a mistake, at least for you, honey.
What do I mean? Well, not an hour after you left, he sent me a text message with an image. An hour after that, he was at the door. I scolded him, and told him that it was completely inappropriate. I also told him that just because I was a stay at home wife, didn’t mean I was stupid. I told him I knew all about photoshop and photo-manipulations. At which point, he dropped his shorts.
I couldn’t believe it, either, honey. What did I do? Well, here’s the picture he sent, honey. And, that’s not altered. So what I did was spend the week learning to deepthroat, and to stretch my cunt and ass around that monster.
For welcome home sex I’d suggest I give you your first blowjob, honey. Because he just left an hour ago, and I don’t think your little dick would feel a thing in my other holes.
Your wife met him at a bar one night, and he monopolized her for hours. She enjoyed talking with him, plus he was hunky, not at all like the guys she usually liked, for example, you. He gave her his number and she held on to it, although she never intended to call. Then one day she texted him just to tell him she saw something on TV that they had laughed about. He persuaded her to meet him “just for coffee” since they got along so well. She told herself that’s all it was, and for two weeks it was. But then one day he said his car was in the shop and asked if she could stop by his place, and things changed quickly….oh yeah, did I mention that when he talked to her that first night, he mentioned he was hung like a horse? Not that she’d care, after all your wife doesn’t care about size….does she?