Dan’s cock started twitching in my hand and I knew he was coming also, but I didn’t say anything because he was coming underwater. After a few spurts, Dan was done. I was a bit embarrassed he had come in the hot tub, but Cheryl was busy looking for a towel and didn’t notice. She rubbed a hand towel all over her upper body.
“Jeez Eddie, you ruined another towel! That big dick has a lot of cum in it!” She teased him. The towel was pretty much drenched in cum. It would take Dan about ten loads to drench a towel like that—my last perverted thought of the night. After the guys came, things got a bit quiet. It was getting late. We all got out of the tub. The sexual tension had dissipated a bit; awkwardness kicked in. We all dressed quickly.
Before I left, I pulled Cheryl aside. “Sorry; Dan came in the hot tub.”
“Not a problem,” Cheryl smiled back teasingly. “It wouldn’t be the first time ….” I thought she was going to say something else, but she must have thought better of it because her voice trailed off, her playful smirk lingering.
Chapter 4: Girl Talk
After we got home, Dan and I didn’t talk about what had happened. I’m not sure if we were in a state of shock, but we ended up in bed ready to sleep, couples in a domestic rhythm. Dan fell asleep quickly, but I didn’t. I was way too horny. I ended up working myself to an amazing come just fingering myself, hot memories of the evening flashing through my head.
A few days later, Dan and I had sex. It was good, but after Dan went to sleep, I found myself masturbating again, something I never used to do. Always it was the memories of that night, flashing through my head in a forbidden jumble. Cheryl and Eddie had been out of town since that night, so they were safely removed from our reality, but masturbating after Dan went to sleep did feel shameful and slutty. For a couple of weeks, this became my new ritual—good sex with Dan, then an even better goodnight orgasm after he went to sleep.
Two weeks after the hot tub night, the phone rang. Cheryl was back in town. Eddie was away on business, so she invited me over. I wasn’t sure I should go. Some good girl part of me told me not to, but I went anyway, my dirty thoughts egging me on.
Spurred on by hot espressos from her new espresso machine, brewed a bit too strong, we chatted about many things, but that special evening soon became the main topic.
“So have you thought about it?” asked Cheryl.
“What?” I asked, knowing what she meant, but shy.
“About that night.”
“Yes,” I admitted, relief sweeping over me. “I think about it a lot.”
“I thought so,” smiled Cheryl in a reassuring but naughty way. “When girls see Eddie’s cock in action, they can’t easily put it out of their minds.”
“Oh, it’s not that!” I said impulsively.
“Umm … yes it is.” Cheryl said.
A moment of silence, then, “Yeah, you’re right,” I confessed.
“It’s totally normal,” Cheryl said. “You’re not the first girl who has left here with Eddie’s cock burned into her brain and an itch between her legs.”
I had a sudden impulse to put down my drink and flee Cheryl’s house, never to return. I almost did. But I also felt a surge of tingly wetness between my legs, and that wanton sensation was hard to resist. The conversation was pulling me somewhere I had never been. I dreaded what it might mean, but I wanted the stirring within me to continue.
“To tell you the truth, it’s all I think about. After Dan goes to sleep, I masturbate while recalling that night.”
“That’s better,” said Cheryl. “But it’s not just that night you masturbate about. You masturbate about my boyfriend’s big cock.” Another twitch between my legs.
“Yes. Yes I do.” Silence. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” said Cheryl. “I’m very secure in my relationship with Eddie. And Linda, you should know,” she continued, “it’s very normal for a woman who is dating a man with a small penis to wonder what it would be like to be filled and stretched by a man like Eddie. Size is not just a manufactured male insecurity. You know that by now, right?”
I blushed. “But Dan isn’t small …. I’m happy with his size.”
“Honey, sorry to break it to you, but Dan has a small dick. I’m guessing it’s not much more than five inches. When it comes to fucking, the difference between a cock like Dan’s and a cock like Eddie’s is almost unfair, believe me.”
I couldn’t stop blushing. I didn’t want what she said to be true, but the lusty part of me feared it was.
“Linda, I want you to do something for me,” Cheryl said.
“What?”
“I want you to fuck Eddie. And I want to be there.”
Violent vaginal twitch, starting between my legs and coursing through my body.
“What?”
“Yeah,” said Cheryl. “I like to share Eddie from time to time. I especially like to share him with beautiful girls like you who have never had a chance to experience a man like him.”
Another surge. But a problem.
“I could never do that to Dan,” I said.
“Oh, yes you could.” said Cheryl. “And besides, Dan would be there too.”
Umm …. “What?”
“Yeah, Dan would be there too, watching you, and he’d be even more turned on than you.”
I looked at Cheryl with disbelief. “Dan would never stand for that,” I said confidently.
“Oh, don’t be so sure,” Cheryl said. “Guys with small penises fear they can’t satisfy their women—that size really does matter—and they crave a chance to find out in person.”
I had nothing to say; what she said made no sense.
“Think about it,” said Cheryl. “Has Dan ever made you come with his cock?”
“Oh, all the time!” I said quickly.
“By that you mean,” Cheryl said, “that he’s made you come without using a finger on your clit while he was fucking you?”
I had to think about that. “Yes, a couple of times.” She was right, not very often. “But lots of women can’t come through penetration!” I said, quoting the popular sexual wisdom.
“Well, that may be true in some cases,” said Cheryl. “But Eddie has fucked well over a hundred women, and he can only think of a few that didn’t come on his cock. And two of those were from his teens, when he didn’t know how to use what he had, and they were tight and scared.”
Silence.
“Those are pretty good odds,” Cheryl persisted. “And you know what else?” she asked.
“What?”
“Guys like Dan get off on watching their women get fucked if they are given the chance. Just think about that night in the hot tub. Dan’s little dick was rock hard, wasn’t it? Watching me jack Eddie’s big cock.”
She was right: Dan’s cock had been rock hard that night.
“I know all about these kinks,” says Cheryl. “I attract a lot of guys with small penises who get off on my dominant tendencies. I know what gets to them. Dan was hard because he was thinking about what you would look like coming all over Eddie’s big cock.”
I could only sit, absorbing this outrageous scenario. And while my head was grappling with it, my wetness was increasing. I could feel my lips parting and swelling between my legs.
“If you want proof, just ask Dan about that night. Ask him if, when you were jacking Dan off in the hot tub, he was thinking about Eddie fucking the shit out of you.”
I had to leave. The talk was overwhelming me; my head was spinning. Her words were so farfetched …. Surely this boiled down to more than penis size …. But why does talking about it turn you on so much?
Chapter 5: Sneaky Masturbation
I avoided Cheryl’s phone calls for a while. A month went by, then another. I stuck with my masturbation routine. But one weird thing did happen. The sex Dan and I were having deteriorated again, going from good to only okay. Meanwhile, my masturbation sessions were becoming more intense than ever. I found myself checking out guys at the strangest pl
aces—supermarkets, gas stations, doctor’s offices. This can’t keep up, I thought. If you don’t do something, you are going to cheat on Dan with some strange guy. Another dark thought came—from outer space it seemed—that rang oddly true. This is how marriages fizzle—the slow fade, the secrets, the repression that finds expression elsewhere.
Some turning points appear like a big old fork in the road, but others sneak up on you. In my case, the next one came in the middle of the night. Dan was asleep and I was masturbating, taking my slow delicious time, working my way around my pussy lips, in lazy circles toward my clit.
“Do you do this a lot?” asked Dan. He was wide awake.
I didn’t know what to say. A part of me wanted to just say “no” and bury the whole thing, let it die. But I wasn’t sure it ever would.
“Yes, I do,” I said. There it was.
“Does our sex not satisfy you anymore?” Dan asked, pain in his eyes.
I felt so bad that my first response was apologetic reassurance. Apologize! Put him at ease! Comfort him! But another force in me said NO! and led me down a different path.
“Dan, can I ask you something?”
“Yes, Linda … of course.”
“Do you remember that night at Cheryl’s?”
“Uh, how could I forget?”
“Well, you know when I was masturbating you underwater, and Cheryl was jacking Eddie’s cock?”
“Uh, yeah, duh!”
“Well, can I ask you what you were thinking about while I jacked you off?”
“Sure,” Dan said. “I was thinking about how hot and crazy that whole scene was. And I hope you’re not mad, but I was really getting off on the view of Cheryl’s ass in the deck lights. Your body is amazing, but it was really something to see her hips swaying in heat like that.”
I lay there for a moment, taking in what he had said. I almost let it go. But something stopped me. Your marriage is at stake tonight, that voice insisted. Your sexual confidence is at stake tonight. One more. Your future orgasms are at stake tonight.
Some kind of sex demon must have taken control of me, because before I knew it, I was straddling Dan’s naked body, tits swaying in his face.
“That’s not all, is it Dan?”
“What do you mean?” Dan said smiling up at me, amused by my sudden aggression.
“That’s not all you thought about that night.”
“What else did I think about?” asked Dan in his clever, joking way.
“You thought about me. You thought about me fucking Eddie.”
“I did?” Dan asked with amusement.
“Yes Dan, you did.”
I grabbed Dan’s cock in my hand, then looked down at him and said, “You thought about Eddie fucking me with his big cock.”
Dan looked surprised, accused. But his cock twitched noticeably in my hand.
“Didn’t you Dan? Didn’t you? You thought about that big cock all up inside me!”
“Yes!” Dan finally called out, excited, relieved. His cock twitched harder in my hand as I stroked him. “Yes, Linda, I did!”
“That’s better …” I purred, savoring my control. “That feels good, doesn’t it Dan?”
“Oh God yes,” he said as I continued to stroke.
“Well Dan, guess what?”
“What?”
“I thought about it, too.”
“You did?”
“Yes. And I have to tell you, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
His cock twitched some more, growing harder.
“Dan, I don’t want to lie to you anymore. If I lie to you, if I don’t tell you everything, something bad is going to happen to us.”
“I don’t want you to lie either.”
“Okay. That is good, that is very good.” I felt relief, but also a resurgence of wickedness.
I continued: “But Dan, I want your whole truth also.”
“Okay,” he said, not yet realizing what that would mean.
“Dan, I can’t stop thinking about Eddie’s big cock inside me. It’s awful, but it’s true. I think about it all the time. Sometimes it makes me ashamed, but it gives me the biggest orgasms ….”
I stopped stroking him for a moment.
Dan looked upset, betrayed, confused.
I rolled off him as the sexy vibe dissipated. Where was this going?
“Linda?” Dan asked.
“Yes.”
“Can we talk about this tomorrow? I need to think.”
“Okay,” I said, and I went to sleep, not horny but unsettled. I did feel a little lighter.
Chapter 6: The Size of It
“Linda?” It was hours later, still before dawn. Dan had woken me up; the lamp next to his bedside was on.
“Linda, I need to talk to you.”
“Sure Dan.” I rolled over on my side to face him.
“Linda, I have to tell you something.” A short pause. “I can’t stop thinking about it, either.”
“What?”
“About Eddie and his big cock, and how much I wanted to see him fuck you with it.”
“Really?” I said.
“Yeah,” Dan said. “It feels good to admit it. I have jacked off many times in my office since that night.”
“Really??”
The sex surged back into the room. Sensing it, I slid on top of him again. “Really Dan?”
“Yeah.”
I grabbed his cock again.
“Dan, thank you!! Thank you for being honest with me …. I know that wasn’t easy.”
“Oh God …” Dan moaned as I stroked his cock.
“Dan, can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“Did you feel small next to Eddie?”
“What do you mean?”
“When you were standing next to Eddie, did you feel like, you know, your penis was small?”
“Well ….”
“Because Dan, I have to say, I did.” Something bad in me had taken over. “I’ve never thought of your dick as small, but seeing it next to Eddie’s big cock, I was shocked at the difference.”
Dan seemed dazed, but his face was contorted with horniness, and his cock was twitching like mad.
“Hmm, Cheryl was right,” I said, smiling.
“About what?” said Dan, surprised that I mentioned her.
“She said guys with small penises (here we go!) guys like you, Dan—like hearing about how small they are compared to studs like Eddie.”
And there it was: Dan’s penis shot up into its hardest state. I had never seen such a quick transition from soft to hard.
“Dan, that’s it!”
“What?” he said.
“You like it! You like knowing that your cock is small and Eddie’s is so much bigger. It turns you on.”
Dan’s expression was tortured, but horny, too.
I started stroking him faster, relishing my control. My determination not to cheat on Dan but to take what was mine within the relationship was changing everything.
“Guess what else, Dan? Cheryl says that Eddie’s big cock does feel fantastic inside her, that size really, really matters.”
“Ohhhh,” Dan moaned.
“She said it feels so much better than smaller cocks … smaller cocks like yours.”
“Ohhhh …” Dan moaned.
“You wanna cum, Dan? You wanna cum?”
“Ohhhh ….”
“Are you my dirty boy, thinking about Eddie’s big cock inside me?”
“Yessss!”
“You want me to stroke it, stroke that little cock while you think about Eddie’s big cock filling my pussy up?”
“Oh God, yes!” Dan cried out. God he was hard; he was ready to burst.
“Let me see it Dan! Let me see that little dick cum! Squirt for me!”
“Ohhhh!”
“See if you can make a big load like Eddie’s!!”
“Cummming …!”
Dan spurted his load in my hand. And that was it.
After
Dan’s cum, my emotions were mixed. But I wasn’t sorry. I felt an odd sense of relief. Sexual control was, I guess, mine for the taking. Feeling no need to come, I started to nod off. A few minutes later, Dan curled up against me. For the first time in a while, our closeness felt unforced. You didn’t tell him. Tell him what? About Cheryl’s offer. Another time, I told myself, another time. I slept soundly in Dan’s arms, more soundly than I had in a long time.
Chapter 7: The Dilemmas of Cheating
Things changed after that night, but not in the way I had anticipated. “The talk” had released the steam from the pressure cooker. Basking in the relief of that, Dan and I had some of the best sex we’d had in months. We were honest like never before—sharing fantasies we used to keep to ourselves, confiding insecurities, being bluntly honest about what we wanted. The result was an intimacy I thought had been lost to us.
I didn’t talk to Cheryl much, not for a few months. We always seemed to have other plans when she and Eddie invited us over. I started to feel like I didn’t need to do anything more to threaten or save our marriage. Maybe all I’d really wanted was the honesty we had achieved.
About four months after that night with Eddie and Cheryl, I ran into a mutual friend, Christine, who had been happily married for ten years. We ran into each other at the car dealership and before long, we were making plans to go out for dinner and drinks. A girls’ night out ensued and we were drinking more than we should. We ended up on the balcony of an open-air brewpub.
“Linda, I want to tell you something; I have to tell you something.”
“Sure, what?” I said.
“I cheated on Bill.”
“What? You guys have the best marriage I know!”
“It was a few years ago, and I have never forgiven myself,” said Christine.
“Wow,” I said.
“The thing that bothers me the most is that I don’t really regret it, I mean—I feel guilty but I kinda don’t.”
I didn’t really know what to say. “Well, I’m glad you could talk to me about it.”
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