It started simply, with a giggle, but I knew the hidden meaning of that giggle. Behind those sparkling blue eyes, I knew what she was thinking. I knew what mental image was playing in her mind.
Him.
‘Did she know? Did she know how that giggle affected me physically?’ My stomach was in knots and my penis swelled. My mind raced. ‘Did she understand my secret? I was terrified sitting on the edge of my seat praying to God she would not reveal my secret.
It seemed, the conversation was ready, and she could reveal the inner me to the world. ‘God please don’t let her do this to me…dear God please don’t stop her!’
The conversation would have appeared normal from a distance. Old friends sitting by the fire, telling stories of their life. But within earshot secrets were being shared. Should they be secrets? Should wives tell others of the prowess of their former lovers? And in front of their current husband?
My jaw dropped.
My beautiful wife, Terri was describing to her gay male friend, Tom, the incredible cock of her former lover, Oliver.
Oliver.
I had heard the name a hundred times. I'd known since we were first married that my wife once had a boyfriend with a true eight inch cock. I knew the thought of him made her moist. I knew she fantasized about him often. I knew given the chance she’d offer herself to him again. I knew her fascination with his cock, my fascination with his cock. More than once she confessed to me that it was some of the best sex of her life!
I'd even gone so far as to buy her a special toy that we sometimes use during sex. We even called it Oliver. It is a very realistic looking cock, latex and real looking balls at the end of it’s shaft. She regularly used this dildo that matched his dick. She came so hard from that dildo, I knew I didn’t give her the same sensations. I knew the orgasms I’d given her were not as intense. I’d watched her a hundred times savor the feeling of the dildo’s huge head on her sacred lips.
In secret I’d measured it, Oliver. I knew his size by heart. Eight inches long and six inches around. Much bigger than me.
Tom told Terri it was rude to discuss another man’s penis in front of her husband. Terri diminished the perceived insult, and spoke as though I wasn’t in the conversation. She described my knowledge of her former lover in the third person.
“Jim knows about Oliver.”
Tom pressed the issue, “Don’t you think it’s rude to casually discuss Oliver’s size?”
“It implies… Jim, doesn’t quite …. Measure up”
Terri responded rapidly, “Jim’s fine… he’s got skills”
Publicly confirming my much smaller penis compared to her former lover’s…Oliver.
Tom’s gaze fell on me. The openly gay man looked at me with the knowledge my penis was small! This violated all of the man rules. I should be pissed at Terri. How dare she spread such lies? My penis is big and powerful…and small and skinny. I was excited. My penis was so hard it hurt, throbbing confined in it’s chastity belt.
‘Was Tom’s gazing a signal? A signal giving me a chance to defend myself, or was it a look of judgment from him?’
I didn’t respond. I only smiled nervously… ‘Holy ..., I’d just confirmed it!’ ... my penis… inadequate.
Lost in my own thoughts I realized the conversation had moved on without me. What were they talking about now?
Shooters, how strongly some men shoot their semen. Great another category in which I could not compete. Terri and Tom shared a laugh about putting an eye out. Tom touched me and said, “It’s ok to be a dribbler Jim”. His tone was empathetic. Like I had been diagnosed with some terminal disease.
‘Had Terri told him my ejaculate was weak?’
‘Should I defend myself? If I argue will I look like I’m responding to the fear of the truth? Will Terri just confirm what Tom already believes?’ That my semen slowly dribbles out of my penis. I was furious, ‘Tom, a gay man thinks my penis is small and dribbles out come! …it’s true… and I’m still hard.’
My penis hurt swollen in it’s chastity belt. ‘Was Terri now going to tell Tom I was a compulsive masturbator? That the only way to bring my masturbation under control was to lock my penis in a cage…
Maybe my chastity belt was saving me. Hiding me from the embarrassment of a noticeable erection brought on by her small penis humiliation.
The conversation went back to Oliver. His cock, of course erupted semen with enough ... she felt the tickle of its splash on her uterus.
I wanted to yell out to the world, “My penis is over average in size!”
Could I conceal my feeling of inadequacy with this vague defense? While this statement had some basis truth it definitely was a skewed version of truth. All of the charts I could find on the internet indicated an average white male penis length measured 5.75” to 6.0”. I was near the fifty percentile of men my penis measured in at 5.75”. I was really accurate during measuring too, as not to lie to myself. I was definitly average.
Girth. The area where I fell short…or should I say thin. Those same internet charts now told a very different story. I was now smaller… thinner than sixty percent of the white males surveyed. Inadequate.
Oliver’s girth was nearly two inches thicker than mine. That head. Oliver’s thick head. That thick head had deliciously stretched my wife’s perfect pussy lips so many times. The thick head that made her come so many times.
I wanted so badly for her to stop. My outside personality wanted to take over. As a normally dominate Alpha male I usually look to subjugate all other males in a group! Here was the time that I should defend myself or at least dismiss this ridiculous conversation with humor and remain that strong male that everyone saw me as.
I was frozen.
She had found my weakness ‘Did she know it? Was this a planned tactic to measure my reaction?’ I wanted to run, hide from this terrible truth. I felt the throb of my engorged penis straining in it’s chastity cage.
In my mind I begged for her to say something else. Anything, please defend your husband’s penis!
All the while secretly desiring to be publicly humiliated by my Wife.
I would forever be her slave if she would just make me grovel at her feet. Publicly state that she occasionally needed the attention of a thick bull cock and her husband didn’t have it. Tell the world she kept her husband’s little penis locked in a cage and controlled him.
‘Did she know? Did she suspect my secret desire?’
Terri giggled at her cuckold.
