This is a truthful account of the first time my wife Sofie came home after being with someone else.
We have been together for twelve years. Two years ago I started to feel more and more clearly that I could no longer truly reach her during sex. One day it became too much. Afterwards I asked her straight out what was wrong. Her eyes drifted away and she refused to look at me. After a long silence I asked her to be completely honest. Silence again, until she finally said: “I love you, but I need something else. Something bigger. Your cock is too small and it no longer does it for me. I don’t know what to do.”
Strangely, it did not come as a complete surprise. Maybe because she was right. I have a small, thin cock that measures only ten centimetres when hard.
We agreed that I would use her dildo, lick her longer and finger her more. That helped for a while.
I began to think about how I would feel if she were with someone else purely sexually, as long as our love remained and we stayed honest with each other. It turned me on. I dreamed about it, woke up hard, and felt jealousy, lust and curiosity all at the same time.
One evening while we were fooling around I said: “Imagine you were with another man… a hot guy with a big cock.” She went quiet. “It turns me on a lot,” I added. “I’ve dreamed about it, fantasised about it, and watched clips of it.” After a short silence she said: “Okay… I’d like to see that.”
We started watching more clips together. It drove me wild, and I could feel that she found it naughty too, even if she was far from ready for it. For her it still felt too much like cheating.
She began denying me sex. When we played, I was only allowed to lick her and use her dildo, which she called “Mr Nice.” For a whole week only Mr Nice got her. “You’d better get used to the idea that it isn’t just yours anymore,” she said. “That you have to share it with others.”
When we did have sex, I had to wear a condom even though she was on the pill. When I came she emptied the condom into my mouth and said: “Imagine this is another man’s cum that has just been inside me and is now running down into your cuckold mouth. Only there will probably be a lot more when a real man shoots inside me.” She laughed.
One day her friend Laura came over. I thought she knew nothing, until Sofie suddenly said: “Show her how small it is.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Don’t play dumb. I’ve told Laura about how we play and how small your cock is. Show it to her.”
It was humiliating and exciting at the same time. Laura is a beautiful woman I had always had a soft spot for. Now she looked me straight in the eyes with a naughty smile. “I want to see if you’re really as small as Sofie says.”
I undid my belt, opened the button, pulled down the zip and pushed my boxers down. My soft cock hung there for what felt like an eternity.
They looked at each other and started laughing. “Where’s little Thomas?” Laura teased. “I think I know a friend who could satisfy Sofie. Would that turn on your little shrimp?”
“Uhh… yes,” I stammered, red-faced and humiliated. I turned around and went into the garden until Laura had left.
A few months later Sofie went out with some girlfriends. Live music at a bar and then into the city.
At one point my phone rang. It was Sofie.
“I’ve just been dancing with a hot French black guy. His hands on my ass turned me on, and his package feels huge. Do you still think I should go home with him if he’s up for it?”
I was instantly rock hard. I could hear the same excitement in her voice.
“Yes, of course you should.”
“Write down what’s happening and give me an address so I know where you are.”
A little later: “He’s ready. I’m going home with him. I’ve told him about you. He lives at Vibevej 23, second floor left.”
“You’re so naughty,” I replied. “I’m harder than ever, but also nervous. Take care of yourself.”
“Don’t be nervous. He’s a police officer and we have his address. I’m already wet and can’t wait to feel him. Think of me while you play with your little cock.”
Another message: “I’m standing in his toilet now. He asked me to come to his bed wearing only a bra and panties. I’ve already sucked him. He has a really nice, thick cock. Yours doesn’t come close. Are you still in?”
“I’m all in. I’ve already come once and I’m hard again. The wildest thoughts of what he’s doing to you are running through my head. Let him have your smooth little pussy and your firm ass.”
The night passed. Early the next morning I finally heard the key in the lock. I was lying in bed, tense as a wire.
“Are you asleep?” she asked, as if I had closed my eyes even once that night.
She looked thoroughly used: messy hair, smudged make-up, swollen lips.
“Sshh…” Sofie said. “Lie on your back with your head over the edge of the bed.”
She came closer, wearing only a pair of completely soaked panties. She climbed onto the bed, held the panties in front of my face and said: “Smell them. Can you smell him? He fucked me three times and every time he came deep inside me.”
She straddled my upper body, one leg on each side, and planted her wet, used pussy right in front of my face. It was almost red and swollen. Just before my tongue touched her lips, the first drop of cum dripped into my mouth.
I started licking. She ordered me to push my tongue inside and began riding it. The third time I went deep, a thick load of cum poured straight into my mouth. Just as promised, it was far more than I could ever produce.
She rubbed her dripping pussy all over my face, smearing his cum across my cheeks and mouth while she told me how he had taken her: pulled her hair, spanked her ass until it was red and swollen, held her by the neck and fucked her hard with his thick French cock.
“Swallow his cum,” she commanded, pressing her pussy against my mouth again. “Lick me. Lick me clean.”
