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My husband has encouraged me to share our life experience and, yes, happy marriage. Society norms might suggest otherwise especially with how our sexual relationship has evolved. But my husband and I have been married for 24 years plus and everything remains a positive relationship although never how I had imagined. So this is going to be sharing a long story of our relationship and how it developed.

We were both young and somewhat inexperienced, well at least I was, when we dated and got married. I had sex with only 3 different guys prior to marriage. The first time, in a back of a car. I didn’t even want to look at my boyfriend’s penis I just wanted to experience sex and get it over with. The next guy I eventually dated had what I assumed was an average sized penis and honestly I never considered or thought about penis size anyway. The 3rd boyfriend, had maybe a smaller penis than the second but not really that much different. In fact, my next boyfriend to become my husband I think was a bit larger in thickness than those past boyfriends and maybe the same length is my guess if I paid any attention. In fact, even though I am discussing this particular aspect because it later became a focus, the size of a man’s penis meant nothing to me or really as I mentioned was something I ever gave thought. It didn’t matter to me about penis size, nor even will I say how they used it. It was just the person who I was with, the connection during sex, and whom I cared about that mattered.

My husband and I had a normal sex life, well perhaps more active when first married, and there were never any dissatisfaction on my part. I would and still have orgasms with manual or oral stimulation, or we sometimes we eventually used a vibrator that would enhance things, and no complaints. One interesting thing that wasn’t a major focus but I did wonder when I would think about it was a trunk my husband kept. When we dated and he had an apartment there was this bulky trunk in his bedroom that was always locked. When married, he had that locked trunk in the closet of the second room in our first home. Maybe I asked him about it or maybe not. I can’t remember but on a rare fleeting thought I would wonder what was inside. There were some occasions where my husband would lock himself in that room and I pretty much knew he was masturbating. That never bothered me, as sometimes when he was not around, I would lie face down on the bed and use the vibrator to get off as well.

Perhaps after 3-4 years of marriage and living in our small house there was a day when I was doing house cleaning and he was out playing golf. I went to put away some clothes in the closet and noticed the trunk was unlocked. I couldn’t help myself and opened it wondering am I going to find treasure, a dead body, what? It was stacked with magazines with naked men mostly. I quickly flipped through several of them feeling guilty and like I was being watched although I realized I was all alone. I was shocked. They all featured men with very large penises in various poses or having sex. Was my husband gay? I quickly shut the trunk but a few minutes later opened it again to go through more carefully trying to maintain the order and appearance of how everything was stacked. Until that moment, I had no idea that some men could be so large like I was seeing picture after picture even when hanging down. I was not stimulated, but concerned as to why this was what my husband had collected and kept secret.

I kept my discovery a secret but after knowing what was in the trunk I would often have suspicion about my husband’s true sexuality. Believe it or not, I never said anything for maybe another year. But, one day we got in a big fight and now I can’t even remember what it was about. However, I lost my temper and shouted at my husband that at least I wasn’t a pervert with me looking at naked women like he did with men. At first my husband acted like I was crazy and then I admitted having seen the contents of his trunk. I instantly regretted having said anything and felt ashamed of myself for embarrassing him in this way. He stormed out of the room muttering you don’t understand a god damn thing. I then heard the front door slam and him driving away. If I had felt bad before now I was feeling awful and afraid. Had I just ruined our marriage?

Hours later my husband returned and it was the silent treatment. He just ignored me and went about his business like I was a ghost. He continued to ignore me at bedtime. I felt really bad for hurting his feelings. So I broke the ice. I tried joking and told him I had always wondered what he had hidden in that trunk and was glad it wasn’t a dead body. He remained silent. I then said, “I never knew some guys were so big like that” risking he might really get mad. Instead, he finally spoke and said, “What did you think, you’ve never been with someone big like that before?” I reached over and rubbed his penis through his underwear, “Honey, this is the biggest I have ever had.” I could feel him respond and he turned to me and said,”I’m not gay you know.” I continued to rub his penis and kissed him. Again, he repeated saying that he was not gay. Then he asked, “What did you think of the guys in the pictures?” I knew my next response could be crucial and it occurred to me that something in all those magazines turned him on. I said, “Can we look at some of those together.” The lurch of his penis told me my response was the right one.

My husband jumped out of bed and went into the closet and brought out a handful of magazines and flipped on the light. He stripped off his underwear and put the magazines between us so we could look at them together while I stroked his penis. “What do you think of this one” he showed me a naked guy with a penis that hung down like a donkey. “It’s huge” I commented. My husband then said words that were of peculiar surprise to me, “How do I compare?’ I was a bit afraid to say anything that would hurt his feelings as he didn’t even begin to compare. “Oh it’s hard to tell from a picture” I finally said but instantly could see it wasn’t the response he wanted. Well, show me where I would come up to on this guy and placed his finger about halfway up the length of the penis in the picture. “I guess about there” I agreed. “Shit I am only half of that guy, tell me what you would think it would feel like to fuck someone like that.” I responded like I believed, “It would hurt.” “Yeah, but I bet it would feel good too”, my husband added. Tell me what it would be like to fuck.” My husband’s cock was as hard as I ever felt and so I moved the magazine picture onto his side and starting masturbating his cock. “It would slide in so deep I probably would scream” That was as far as I got as he shot this huge amount of cum landing high on his belly and it continued for several spurts. I had never seen him so turned on. Inwardly, the situation seemed odd to me that he was so turned on by another man’s penis especially one a lot bigger than his. But, it was visually obvious that this was the case. Finally after a minute of quiet my husband asked for a towel to clean himself and then commented that was fun. Now it made some sense to me at least that he was not masturbating solely thinking about being with the guys in the pictures but having sex with the women or seeing other well-endowed men having sex with women.

This scenario as just described grew to became an occurrence where I would look at these different pictures of men with big penises, talk about them, compare them to my husband’s, even one time he had me measure his penis (5 ½ long) to then estimate how long some of these guys size might be larger than his. Did I really enjoy this like he did? No. But, I did like that sometimes it would get him off quick and other times make him so horny and turned on that he would fuck me good and hard. However, I will add that over time it did start to make me occasionally wonder what it would be like with a well endowed man and learning that my husband was not as big in the penis department that I had once believed. But, again it really didn’t matter that much to me. (continuing below)
 

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As time moved on, the pictures and trunk ended up collecting dust locked away in the garage. Why? Well my husband graduated to having us watch porn together as the internet had exploded. Now, it often was videos and his favorites to watch, more often than not, were different very large endowed men with a wife/girlfriend while the husband watched filming or sometimes where she would be with them both. Sometimes he would just show men with absolutely huge penises (often black men) masturbating and even a couple times (which I didn’t like) transvestites again with penises like elephants. I still have to admit that I had no idea some men could be so large. I did note the woman seemed to usually enjoy or at least pretend to enjoy the sex because the penis was big, although sometimes their faces gave away that it might not have exactly been the case. Secretly, I often was bored but watched them to please my husband as I guess I am not that much of a video stimulated woman. It also often became similar to the pictures where my husband would ask me to compare and suggest where his penis would end on the penis of these much larger men. And/or to comment especially on the wives being fucked on what it was feeling like to them. I learned that my husband would often quickly ejaculate when I would tell him how much better those penises were than his. So, I would indulge his fantasies since he obviously enjoyed it. Now don’t get me wrong it wasn’t like this was constant and/or frequent all the time. But, it did occur on occasion.

One evening my husband came home and told me he had a surprise and let’s go to the bedroom. He proceeded to get me undressed and went down on me. Once I was wet and turned on he got up and produced this large black dildo. “Honey, that’s going to be too large” as it was not only long but thick. I will be gentle he promised. But, I tensed up when he tried to push it inside and he got a little frustrated. “Just fuck me” I suggested which didn’t make him happy but he got on top of me and easily slid inside me and we started fucking. Perhaps two minutes later he suddenly pulled out and took the dildo again and pushed it in and with me having been loosened up a bit, now it slid in. He proceeded to go back down on me while fucking me with the dildo and I was able to accommodate a good portion of it. Did it feel better than his penis? No. It felt like a fake object but his combination of oral stimulation with the back and forth dildo movement brought me to orgasm. When that subsided he got on top of me again and began fucking at a very fast pace. “How do I feel compared to that dildo” he asked. I breathed you feel good and real. But, he clearly wanted me to say otherwise as he started almost verbally stimulating himself saying things like he felt lost inside me now. So, again I indulged what I believe he wanted, “Yes you feel little now, that bigger cock filled me up so much better than yours, etc.” and he made a loud moan and I could feel his penis quivering with his cumming. The dildo was routinely used in our future sexual liaisons and I did learn to enjoy it and accommodate it a little easier over time. But, did it feel better, no, just bigger. In fact, once I opened up it probably was pretty much the same as any intercourse. But, my husband loved when I would comment on his smaller size. That also became routine.

Again moving forward; one day, my husband wanted me to watch some other type of video porn he said was fun. It turns out there are videos where these woman would talk to the camera about how their boyfriend or husband’s penis was tiny and worthless. They would talk to the camera as if talking to the guy or in a few there actually were guys much smaller than my husband and the woman would be putting them down for having inadequate penises to satisfy a real woman like themselves. There was one attractive woman who made a number of these various videos often with men having very large penises and comparing how much better they were than some fictional smaller guy. My husband loved these videos and her. He now wanted me to often either do oral on him while making similar comments about his having a small dick, or jacking him off with the same content, or even when we would fuck talking about how sex would be better with a man who had a much bigger penis. I have to admit that although like any married couple we probably had intercourse or some sex (oral, hands, etc.) once a week or less this verbal content was almost always now part of the routine. I became more comfortable with making these types of remarks and secretly I did start to feel that his penis was kind of on the smaller side having seen so much porn where every man appeared larger and some way larger in both thickness and length.
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Our marriage and occasional sex life continue for probably 6 or 7 years in a similar manner until one day my husband said he wanted us to meet a friend of his. He mentioned the name and I didn’t recognize it and my husband said we were going to meet “this friend” for coffee outside a Starbucks. It was out of the routine and I thought a little odd but I didn’t give it that much thought that perhaps it was an old school chum, or other acquaintance. We met George who was sitting at a table outside and shook my husband’s like a stranger might. I instantly thought this was weird. My husband said this is my wife and George looked me over it felt and then smiled and said something to the effect it was nice to meet you. However, mainly my husband and George talked. It was small talk and our meeting wasn’t even 15 minutes before we left.

On the drive home my husband asked what did I think of George. He was not really an attractive man, in some ways he reminded me in looks like the character Borat although thin and he stated he was originally from Greece. But, he seemed nice enough. I pretty much said what I just shared here. Then my husband proceeded to tell me that George was a Swinger and that they had corresponded from an online ad He said George had a very big penis and often met with couples. I looked at my husband like he was crazy. I was angry that he had me meet this person without telling me what was going on. My husband started trying to convince me that we should try swinging with him which I had no intention of doing. I told him how angry I was for not being told who or why we were meeting. He asked if I would have agreed to meet George socially had I known. OF course my answer was no. “That’s why I didn’t tell you” my husband replied. He added “I didn’t think it would be a big deal just to meet him in a social and safe way.” The rest of the drive was quiet.

The next few weeks there were several times where my husband would bring up about meeting George and I would instantly shoot it down. I didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of intimacy like sex with a relative stranger. But, my husband would talk about how we only have one life to live, we should experience different things, sex should be fun, varied, etc. etc. etc. To be honest, I feared what George would think of me. Would he see me as some type of lowlife slut? Would he think my body was unattractive or that I was not sexually satisfying? My husband’s constant suggestions of getting with George perhaps started to wear me down, or perhaps I wanted to please him in some way. Finally my husband suggested an idea that I thought if we were going to do this it could be acceptable. “We meet with George and you only just jack our two cocks together nothing else. I want to see what my cock looks like next to his.” Now, did this seem right to me, no. But, what I struggled more with was why my husband or guys liked the idea of seeing their wives or girlfriends with a man who has a bigger penis than their own. So many of these videos we had watched had that theme and although I learned to verbally please my husband with those fantasies I didn’t really understand that desire in reality

My husband set up the meeting with George for a Saturday night. I was surprised that George lived in a very high class neighborhood. I somehow had assumed he would be in a very different economic status but in fact clearly was much wealthier than we were. On the drive to George’s home I had several times repeated my question that George understood this first encounter was not going to involve intercourse and my husband reassured me I could do as little that I wanted as discussed. George greeted us when we went inside with a glass of wine and I was impressed by his home which he gave us a brief tour. I was nervous of course but not as much as I had anticipated. What I was feeling more was how the situation simply felt awkward. How would this proceed, would we just talk and talk? However, it wasn’t long before George said let me show you my bedroom. We walked in and the thing that I remember the most at first was he had this bed that was higher off the ground than others.

The 3 of us stood in George’s bedroom and then George said we should all get comfortable. With that he proceeded to undress and my husband raced to beat him. George was very fastidious by hanging his clothes up piece by piece. I took off my outfit as well but kept on my bra and panties. George had his back to us and after he removed his underwear he then turned around. I will never ever forget my reaction to seeing him naked. His penis hung off of him like the trunk of an elephant swaying back and forth. The best way I can describe my reaction is if you ever have seen the Grand Canyon for real. It doesn’t matter what you see in movies, television, pictures, when you first really see the Grand Canyon it literally can take your breath away. It is just totally different seeing it for real. That was my response to seeing George now naked. His penis dominated his body and it took my breath away to see such a man. This was nothing like watching videos, looking at pictures of men with big penises, whatever. The perspective of a man standing in front of you with such a long big penis swaying back and forth as he walked slowly toward me was like nothing I could even begin to explain. This was real, it looked so different on how it was proportioned on a body, and it was exciting, intimidating, and so so masculine in appearance unlike anyone I had ever been with. I will also admit visually it was like a different male sex than my husband’s penis or most men. A penis like this simply dominated your visual attention and the male body. It was a pure maleness for lack of any other description I can state. It somehow made me feel like a little girl or submissive as a female to a male. My mind raced as I watched George walk and then get on the bed. How could women for real handle a big penis like his, could I, and what would that be like? My imagination was stimulated and the fact that both George and my husband were now both naked on the bed made this so real that all nervousness was now absent for me. The big size just made me want to touch it.

My husband moved some pillows so I could sit between them and signaled for me to get on the bed. I quickly got up and slid back so that George was on my left and my husband was on my right. I turned to George and his penis was so long it lay across his lap toward me slightly beyond his leg. I looked at him and reaching out my hand toward his penis I said, “OK”? George smiled and said, “Of course.” I grasped his penis and so much of it fell way beyond my hand. It felt totally different than my husband’s, it was so long and heavy but had a soft penis feel; squishy, moveable, and it then made me realize he wasn’t even fully erect yet. As I held his penis I could feel it pulsating and it was remarkable as it felt alive and as I began stroking it the size was so big and long that some parts felt warm to touch and other parts of the shaft were cooler. I had never felt anything like that with my husband’s penis or those prior boyfriends. I remember thinking to myself how different a big penis like this was, the consistency, the whole feeling of it was just totally different and I knew and could feel I was getting really turned on. George’s penis sort of filled out a bit more as I grasped it. His penis became very hard, and rose upwards towards his belly as I stroked him like that. It looked so amazing again like a different male species than others like there should be a third sexual category; female, male, alpha male. He was perhaps too long but his penis equally looked because of that length so powerful and I can’t exactly explain it but like a magnet to my female desire to now be penetrated by it. I hadn’t felt this sexually excited for quite some time.

Meanwhile my husband, whom I had momentarily forgotten about, was stroking his erect penis and so he wouldn’t be jealous I reached out and stroked his as well still holding George’s. My husband in a somewhat quivering voice tried to joke and say well do you think we compare? I said, “Sorry honey…. no.” My husband reached over totally surprising me as he then also grasped George’s penis and stroked it. I removed my hand and watched George’s face to see if he was going to be upset with another man touching his penis. But, instead, George kind of leaned back with a proud smile on his face evidently enjoying the fact of my husband’s reaction. You could see the fascination, admiration, and envy in his eyes. My husband asked, George how big are you fully erect like this?” “Its 9 ½” George replied. To me it looked like a foot long and I said to my husband, “well what’s yours.” I knew of course but for some reason I wanted my husband to know how special and impressive George’s organ was. My husband said, “I guess around 6 and then well maybe 5 ½ (which was the correct measurement). “Wow, I exclaimed, George you are almost twice his size” which was true. I then joked, “George you are from Greece are you an example of a Greek God.” George just proudly smiled.

My husband slid a finger under my panties and inserted it into my vagina. “Honey, you are really wet, guess you are turned on.” He was right, I was. My husband moved back and removed my panties and without any preliminaries got right on top and began to fuck me. I wasn’t at all embarrassed and George got up on his knees giving me access again to his penis and I took hold and this time started sucking him. I couldn’t believe it when my husband in this missionary position looked up and with a hand pulled George’s penis to his mouth and took over sucking it too. I wasn’t upset nor was George but it was something unexpected but it seemed OK to me. How could you not admire a penis so big like this, I thought. Again, it was almost like a third sexual category. Plus, all the fantasy talks I had now been doing for a long time with my husband made even more sense. To me, it was yes you should hubby pay our respect to such a superior penis to yours. Now this positioning would not have worked well if George’s penis wasn’t so long, but I could look up and see under the length of his shaft and the head being sucked by my husband while he was fucking me. All of this was like being on another planet. It was crazy, different, but any thoughts or judgment was really not my concern. I just wanted to enjoy the moment.

My husband did not cum but after a few more minutes removed himself and said, “Why don’t you sit on it? I replied somewhat confused, “Sit on it” and then realized he was talking about me fucking George. Guess what? I wanted to. Whatever I had agreed to before on my limits was no longer a concern. Any thoughts of myself, embarrassment, removing my remaining bra and panties to be naked were no longer present either. I was hot for George’s big penis.

George moved back to his previous position laying face up on his bed and I quickly climbed above him. I took his penis in my hand and moved it to the entrance of my vagina as I tried to sit down on it. He entered with no problem but as I tried to slide down on it, I very quickly hit a point of depth where I could not go deeper and said, I don’t think this is going to work, it’s too long.” George whispered slow down. I realized this wasn’t a penis like my husband or past boyfriends and easily accommodating such a superior long big penis would take some time. George seemed to know what he was doing and gently started fucking me and not very deep nor fast. It didn’t really feel any different for the first minute or so than sex with my husband or anyone else. But, as I relaxed and opened up, I eventually again tried to push down on it and I could feel my buttocks quiver as more of his penis entered. I was able to move up and down on his long shaft more and more until it feel very deep inside. George, put his hands on the sides of my waist and in one motion of holding me and another motion of him lifting up, suddenly I felt his penis go even deeper as I didn’t realize he hadn’t been fully inside. I let out a loud moan that I didn’t have control over as whatever his penis had touched, stretched, or reached was the most pleasurable full sensation you can experience and I had never imagined. He filled me like no man and as he began long steady stokes. I never felt as much as a sexual woman than at that very moment. George’s long, very long slides in and out all were providing wonderful full sensations of constant stimulation. I am not entirely sure even to this day how a much bigger penis feels ultimately overall different than a smaller version but the intensity is like nothing else. I was unable to concentrate on anything but his big organ filling and possessing my body and unlike my husband; George was hitting spots his never would reach. Plus, it was the real thing not a piece of plastic and just felt so much better and for whatever reason was able to penetrate me to a depth way deeper than a dildo.

I was moaning and my husband’s voice came quietly, “How does that big dick feel.” I honestly didn’t want to answer because like I said it was so intense and it was almost hard to talk I was so overwhelmed and fully concentrated on the sex we were having. “It’s amazing, oh my God”, I looked up at George, “Size counts oh my God does size count.” I wasn’t lying. George laughed and with that flipped me over into a missionary position. Now, he started fucking me more vigorously and I remember thinking I am those woman in those videos and their responses to a big penis were real. I was making moans, noises, and had no control over my responses. It was totally intense and pleasurable and without any direct clitoral stimulation the pulling and long pushing sensation was driving me over the edge to a fabulous orgasm. It was the first vaginal orgasm I had ever experience and so much better with intensity than a clitoral one. It was like a combination of both. I could actually feel my vagina spasm and I was crazy now with lust. I couldn’t control myself and George was grinding 9 ½” of penis fully inside stimulating spots I didn’t know I had. My orgasm in fact, surprisingly did not subside with how he was using that superior length. George was fucking me better than anyone and I concluded that because he had such a big penis it allowed him more ability to stimulate a vagina by being able with all the length to move back and forth, go deep, pull back, and without fear of falling out. Quite frankly I had never experienced intercourse like this before. Then, I heard my husband’s voice from behind me asking, “Does his feel better than mine?” I didn’t want to answer; I was exhausted physically from being so taken so fully. My husband asked me again in a louder voice and George looked down at me and whispered, “Tell him.” “Yes it feels better” I shouted but annoyed at being bothered or interrupted in this intense sexual interaction. With that comment, suddenly George started pounding me rapidly moving and he started shaking and making this crazy distracting sound where he was obviously cumming. He evidently had lost control as well. He was completely inside me with his balls against my ass and as he was cumming. It amazed me that I was able to physically accommodate his entire penis and oddly I had a sense of pride in doing so. George remained deep inside me for a good minute just holding still. Then George agonizingly slowly began the long slide out of me. When his penis was removed from my body it felt like I was missing a part of me. That was 100 percent true and another sensation I had never experienced with my husband. It was odd feeling that despite no love between us there was a male-female connection because of how fully George had been able to penetrate me to my depths.

We all then just lay quietly on the bed and then George turned to my husband and asked, “Did you cum.” My husband replied that he didn’t but not to worry as it was awesome to have watched us.” George than shocked me with an offer, “Well give me some time to recover and I can fuck you too” to my husband! What? I thought, does my husband want George to have anal sex and penetrate him? My husband was quiet for a minute or two and said “Maybe next time.” I turned to George and told him that sex with him really felt good. He smiled and said, “That’s what I am for, to please you, please you both.” I looked over and saw that George’s penis although now soft was still pretty impressive in size but had that fleshy appearance that you could pull and stretch it out to those 9 ½ “. He certainly was not exaggerating his penis size. Eventually my husband and I got dressed and left. In the car ride home, my husband seemed to hesitantly ask me if I ever wanted to meet with George again. I did but felt it I was too enthusiastic in my response despite everything my husband might be upset. So, I said, well maybe if you want but not for months if at all.

We got home and my husband instantly wanted to fuck me. I am kind of sore I told him. It was true; George’s penis was obviously way more than I was use to. Nevertheless, my husband begged to let him fuck me, he assured me he would be gentle and he wanted me to describe the experience we just had. My husband entered me and immediately said be totally honest, “What does my cock feel like compared to George’s?” “Little” I responded, “well at least right now.” With that one comment my husband immediately climaxed.

Over the next month or two, anytime my husband I had sex it was pretty much a repeat where I had to discuss what George’s penis was like compared to my husband. I learned that when I was ready for my husband to climax I would then talk specifically about his little dick couldn’t begin to compare with George. It was true of course although I won’t say sex with my husband wasn’t pleasant as well. But, his inability to resist my intimidate talk of what a big penis felt like gave me a real sense of control.

As time progressed my husband talked about our getting together with a well-endowed black man and I was intrigued. It did occur and now we occasionally meet with well-endowed men and there has been a lot of progression in what my husband does during these encounters. He likes me to make fun of his penis, compare it to other bigger ones, and I have come to feel very comfortable in doing so. He enjoys it and so do I. But, it has made me sexually desire on occasion to be fucked better than he can do and there is no doubt a big penis creates a different experience. We share all of this and enjoy our sex life and marriage.
 
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What was it like when your husband sucked George’s cock? Did your husband enjoy sucking his cock?
 
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My husband has encouraged me to share our life experience and, yes, happy marriage. Society norms might suggest otherwise especially with how our sexual relationship has evolved. But my husband and I have been married for 24 years plus and everything remains a positive relationship although never how I had imagined. So this is going to be sharing a long story of our relationship and how it developed.

We were both young and somewhat inexperienced, well at least I was, when we dated and got married. I had sex with only 3 different guys prior to marriage. The first time, in a back of a car. I didn’t even want to look at my boyfriend’s penis I just wanted to experience sex and get it over with. The next guy I eventually dated had what I assumed was an average sized penis and honestly I never considered or thought about penis size anyway. The 3rd boyfriend, had maybe a smaller penis than the second but not really that much different. In fact, my next boyfriend to become my husband I think was a bit larger in thickness than those past boyfriends and maybe the same length is my guess if I paid any attention. In fact, even though I am discussing this particular aspect because it later became a focus, the size of a man’s penis meant nothing to me or really as I mentioned was something I ever gave thought. It didn’t matter to me about penis size, nor even will I say how they used it. It was just the person who I was with, the connection during sex, and whom I cared about that mattered.

My husband and I had a normal sex life, well perhaps more active when first married, and there were never any dissatisfaction on my part. I would and still have orgasms with manual or oral stimulation, or we sometimes we eventually used a vibrator that would enhance things, and no complaints. One interesting thing that wasn’t a major focus but I did wonder when I would think about it was a trunk my husband kept. When we dated and he had an apartment there was this bulky trunk in his bedroom that was always locked. When married, he had that locked trunk in the closet of the second room in our first home. Maybe I asked him about it or maybe not. I can’t remember but on a rare fleeting thought I would wonder what was inside. There were some occasions where my husband would lock himself in that room and I pretty much knew he was masturbating. That never bothered me, as sometimes when he was not around, I would lie face down on the bed and use the vibrator to get off as well.

Perhaps after 3-4 years of marriage and living in our small house there was a day when I was doing house cleaning and he was out playing golf. I went to put away some clothes in the closet and noticed the trunk was unlocked. I couldn’t help myself and opened it wondering am I going to find treasure, a dead body, what? It was stacked with magazines with naked men mostly. I quickly flipped through several of them feeling guilty and like I was being watched although I realized I was all alone. I was shocked. They all featured men with very large penises in various poses or having sex. Was my husband gay? I quickly shut the trunk but a few minutes later opened it again to go through more carefully trying to maintain the order and appearance of how everything was stacked. Until that moment, I had no idea that some men could be so large like I was seeing picture after picture even when hanging down. I was not stimulated, but concerned as to why this was what my husband had collected and kept secret.

I kept my discovery a secret but after knowing what was in the trunk I would often have suspicion about my husband’s true sexuality. Believe it or not, I never said anything for maybe another year. But, one day we got in a big fight and now I can’t even remember what it was about. However, I lost my temper and shouted at my husband that at least I wasn’t a pervert with me looking at naked women like he did with men. At first my husband acted like I was crazy and then I admitted having seen the contents of his trunk. I instantly regretted having said anything and felt ashamed of myself for embarrassing him in this way. He stormed out of the room muttering you don’t understand a god damn thing. I then heard the front door slam and him driving away. If I had felt bad before now I was feeling awful and afraid. Had I just ruined our marriage?

Hours later my husband returned and it was the silent treatment. He just ignored me and went about his business like I was a ghost. He continued to ignore me at bedtime. I felt really bad for hurting his feelings. So I broke the ice. I tried joking and told him I had always wondered what he had hidden in that trunk and was glad it wasn’t a dead body. He remained silent. I then said, “I never knew some guys were so big like that” risking he might really get mad. Instead, he finally spoke and said, “What did you think, you’ve never been with someone big like that before?” I reached over and rubbed his penis through his underwear, “Honey, this is the biggest I have ever had.” I could feel him respond and he turned to me and said,”I’m not gay you know.” I continued to rub his penis and kissed him. Again, he repeated saying that he was not gay. Then he asked, “What did you think of the guys in the pictures?” I knew my next response could be crucial and it occurred to me that something in all those magazines turned him on. I said, “Can we look at some of those together.” The lurch of his penis told me my response was the right one.

My husband jumped out of bed and went into the closet and brought out a handful of magazines and flipped on the light. He stripped off his underwear and put the magazines between us so we could look at them together while I stroked his penis. “What do you think of this one” he showed me a naked guy with a penis that hung down like a donkey. “It’s huge” I commented. My husband then said words that were of peculiar surprise to me, “How do I compare?’ I was a bit afraid to say anything that would hurt his feelings as he didn’t even begin to compare. “Oh it’s hard to tell from a picture” I finally said but instantly could see it wasn’t the response he wanted. Well, show me where I would come up to on this guy and placed his finger about halfway up the length of the penis in the picture. “I guess about there” I agreed. “Shit I am only half of that guy, tell me what you would think it would feel like to fuck someone like that.” I responded like I believed, “It would hurt.” “Yeah, but I bet it would feel good too”, my husband added. Tell me what it would be like to fuck.” My husband’s cock was as hard as I ever felt and so I moved the magazine picture onto his side and starting masturbating his cock. “It would slide in so deep I probably would scream” That was as far as I got as he shot this huge amount of cum landing high on his belly and it continued for several spurts. I had never seen him so turned on. Inwardly, the situation seemed odd to me that he was so turned on by another man’s penis especially one a lot bigger than his. But, it was visually obvious that this was the case. Finally after a minute of quiet my husband asked for a towel to clean himself and then commented that was fun. Now it made some sense to me at least that he was not masturbating solely thinking about being with the guys in the pictures but having sex with the women or seeing other well-endowed men having sex with women.

This scenario as just described grew to became an occurrence where I would look at these different pictures of men with big penises, talk about them, compare them to my husband’s, even one time he had me measure his penis (5 ½ long) to then estimate how long some of these guys size might be larger than his. Did I really enjoy this like he did? No. But, I did like that sometimes it would get him off quick and other times make him so horny and turned on that he would fuck me good and hard. However, I will add that over time it did start to make me occasionally wonder what it would be like with a well endowed man and learning that my husband was not as big in the penis department that I had once believed. But, again it really didn’t matter that much to me. (continuing below)
 

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Our marriage and occasional sex life continue for probably 6 or 7 years in a similar manner until one day my husband said he wanted us to meet a friend of his. He mentioned the name and I didn’t recognize it and my husband said we were going to meet “this friend” for coffee outside a Starbucks. It was out of the routine and I thought a little odd but I didn’t give it that much thought that perhaps it was an old school chum, or other acquaintance. We met George who was sitting at a table outside and shook my husband’s like a stranger might. I instantly thought this was weird. My husband said this is my wife and George looked me over it felt and then smiled and said something to the effect it was nice to meet you. However, mainly my husband and George talked. It was small talk and our meeting wasn’t even 15 minutes before we left.

On the drive home my husband asked what did I think of George. He was not really an attractive man, in some ways he reminded me in looks like the character Borat although thin and he stated he was originally from Greece. But, he seemed nice enough. I pretty much said what I just shared here. Then my husband proceeded to tell me that George was a Swinger and that they had corresponded from an online ad He said George had a very big penis and often met with couples. I looked at my husband like he was crazy. I was angry that he had me meet this person without telling me what was going on. My husband started trying to convince me that we should try swinging with him which I had no intention of doing. I told him how angry I was for not being told who or why we were meeting. He asked if I would have agreed to meet George socially had I known. OF course my answer was no. “That’s why I didn’t tell you” my husband replied. He added “I didn’t think it would be a big deal just to meet him in a social and safe way.” The rest of the drive was quiet.

The next few weeks there were several times where my husband would bring up about meeting George and I would instantly shoot it down. I didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of intimacy like sex with a relative stranger. But, my husband would talk about how we only have one life to live, we should experience different things, sex should be fun, varied, etc. etc. etc. To be honest, I feared what George would think of me. Would he see me as some type of lowlife slut? Would he think my body was unattractive or that I was not sexually satisfying? My husband’s constant suggestions of getting with George perhaps started to wear me down, or perhaps I wanted to please him in some way. Finally my husband suggested an idea that I thought if we were going to do this it could be acceptable. “We meet with George and you only just jack our two cocks together nothing else. I want to see what my cock looks like next to his.” Now, did this seem right to me, no. But, what I struggled more with was why my husband or guys liked the idea of seeing their wives or girlfriends with a man who has a bigger penis than their own. So many of these videos we had watched had that theme and although I learned to verbally please my husband with those fantasies I didn’t really understand that desire in reality

My husband set up the meeting with George for a Saturday night. I was surprised that George lived in a very high class neighborhood. I somehow had assumed he would be in a very different economic status but in fact clearly was much wealthier than we were. On the drive to George’s home I had several times repeated my question that George understood this first encounter was not going to involve intercourse and my husband reassured me I could do as little that I wanted as discussed. George greeted us when we went inside with a glass of wine and I was impressed by his home which he gave us a brief tour. I was nervous of course but not as much as I had anticipated. What I was feeling more was how the situation simply felt awkward. How would this proceed, would we just talk and talk? However, it wasn’t long before George said let me show you my bedroom. We walked in and the thing that I remember the most at first was he had this bed that was higher off the ground than others.

The 3 of us stood in George’s bedroom and then George said we should all get comfortable. With that he proceeded to undress and my husband raced to beat him. George was very fastidious by hanging his clothes up piece by piece. I took off my outfit as well but kept on my bra and panties. George had his back to us and after he removed his underwear he then turned around. I will never ever forget my reaction to seeing him naked. His penis hung off of him like the trunk of an elephant swaying back and forth. The best way I can describe my reaction is if you ever have seen the Grand Canyon for real. It doesn’t matter what you see in movies, television, pictures, when you first really see the Grand Canyon it literally can take your breath away. It is just totally different seeing it for real. That was my response to seeing George now naked. His penis dominated his body and it took my breath away to see such a man. This was nothing like watching videos, looking at pictures of men with big penises, whatever. The perspective of a man standing in front of you with such a long big penis swaying back and forth as he walked slowly toward me was like nothing I could even begin to explain. This was real, it looked so different on how it was proportioned on a body, and it was exciting, intimidating, and so so masculine in appearance unlike anyone I had ever been with. I will also admit visually it was like a different male sex than my husband’s penis or most men. A penis like this simply dominated your visual attention and the male body. It was a pure maleness for lack of any other description I can state. It somehow made me feel like a little girl or submissive as a female to a male. My mind raced as I watched George walk and then get on the bed. How could women for real handle a big penis like his, could I, and what would that be like? My imagination was stimulated and the fact that both George and my husband were now both naked on the bed made this so real that all nervousness was now absent for me. The big size just made me want to touch it.

My husband moved some pillows so I could sit between them and signaled for me to get on the bed. I quickly got up and slid back so that George was on my left and my husband was on my right. I turned to George and his penis was so long it lay across his lap toward me slightly beyond his leg. I looked at him and reaching out my hand toward his penis I said, “OK”? George smiled and said, “Of course.” I grasped his penis and so much of it fell way beyond my hand. It felt totally different than my husband’s, it was so long and heavy but had a soft penis feel; squishy, moveable, and it then made me realize he wasn’t even fully erect yet. As I held his penis I could feel it pulsating and it was remarkable as it felt alive and as I began stroking it the size was so big and long that some parts felt warm to touch and other parts of the shaft were cooler. I had never felt anything like that with my husband’s penis or those prior boyfriends. I remember thinking to myself how different a big penis like this was, the consistency, the whole feeling of it was just totally different and I knew and could feel I was getting really turned on. George’s penis sort of filled out a bit more as I grasped it. His penis became very hard, and rose upwards towards his belly as I stroked him like that. It looked so amazing again like a different male species than others like there should be a third sexual category; female, male, alpha male. He was perhaps too long but his penis equally looked because of that length so powerful and I can’t exactly explain it but like a magnet to my female desire to now be penetrated by it. I hadn’t felt this sexually excited for quite some time.

Meanwhile my husband, whom I had momentarily forgotten about, was stroking his erect penis and so he wouldn’t be jealous I reached out and stroked his as well still holding George’s. My husband in a somewhat quivering voice tried to joke and say well do you think we compare? I said, “Sorry honey…. no.” My husband reached over totally surprising me as he then also grasped George’s penis and stroked it. I removed my hand and watched George’s face to see if he was going to be upset with another man touching his penis. But, instead, George kind of leaned back with a proud smile on his face evidently enjoying the fact of my husband’s reaction. You could see the fascination, admiration, and envy in his eyes. My husband asked, George how big are you fully erect like this?” “Its 9 ½” George replied. To me it looked like a foot long and I said to my husband, “well what’s yours.” I knew of course but for some reason I wanted my husband to know how special and impressive George’s organ was. My husband said, “I guess around 6 and then well maybe 5 ½ (which was the correct measurement). “Wow, I exclaimed, George you are almost twice his size” which was true. I then joked, “George you are from Greece are you an example of a Greek God.” George just proudly smiled.

My husband slid a finger under my panties and inserted it into my vagina. “Honey, you are really wet, guess you are turned on.” He was right, I was. My husband moved back and removed my panties and without any preliminaries got right on top and began to fuck me. I wasn’t at all embarrassed and George got up on his knees giving me access again to his penis and I took hold and this time started sucking him. I couldn’t believe it when my husband in this missionary position looked up and with a hand pulled George’s penis to his mouth and took over sucking it too. I wasn’t upset nor was George but it was something unexpected but it seemed OK to me. How could you not admire a penis so big like this, I thought. Again, it was almost like a third sexual category. Plus, all the fantasy talks I had now been doing for a long time with my husband made even more sense. To me, it was yes you should hubby pay our respect to such a superior penis to yours. Now this positioning would not have worked well if George’s penis wasn’t so long, but I could look up and see under the length of his shaft and the head being sucked by my husband while he was fucking me. All of this was like being on another planet. It was crazy, different, but any thoughts or judgment was really not my concern. I just wanted to enjoy the moment.

My husband did not cum but after a few more minutes removed himself and said, “Why don’t you sit on it? I replied somewhat confused, “Sit on it” and then realized he was talking about me fucking George. Guess what? I wanted to. Whatever I had agreed to before on my limits was no longer a concern. Any thoughts of myself, embarrassment, removing my remaining bra and panties to be naked were no longer present either. I was hot for George’s big penis.

George moved back to his previous position laying face up on his bed and I quickly climbed above him. I took his penis in my hand and moved it to the entrance of my vagina as I tried to sit down on it. He entered with no problem but as I tried to slide down on it, I very quickly hit a point of depth where I could not go deeper and said, I don’t think this is going to work, it’s too long.” George whispered slow down. I realized this wasn’t a penis like my husband or past boyfriends and easily accommodating such a superior long big penis would take some time. George seemed to know what he was doing and gently started fucking me and not very deep nor fast. It didn’t really feel any different for the first minute or so than sex with my husband or anyone else. But, as I relaxed and opened up, I eventually again tried to push down on it and I could feel my buttocks quiver as more of his penis entered. I was able to move up and down on his long shaft more and more until it feel very deep inside. George, put his hands on the sides of my waist and in one motion of holding me and another motion of him lifting up, suddenly I felt his penis go even deeper as I didn’t realize he hadn’t been fully inside. I let out a loud moan that I didn’t have control over as whatever his penis had touched, stretched, or reached was the most pleasurable full sensation you can experience and I had never imagined. He filled me like no man and as he began long steady stokes. I never felt as much as a sexual woman than at that very moment. George’s long, very long slides in and out all were providing wonderful full sensations of constant stimulation. I am not entirely sure even to this day how a much bigger penis feels ultimately overall different than a smaller version but the intensity is like nothing else. I was unable to concentrate on anything but his big organ filling and possessing my body and unlike my husband; George was hitting spots his never would reach. Plus, it was the real thing not a piece of plastic and just felt so much better and for whatever reason was able to penetrate me to a depth way deeper than a dildo.

I was moaning and my husband’s voice came quietly, “How does that big dick feel.” I honestly didn’t want to answer because like I said it was so intense and it was almost hard to talk I was so overwhelmed and fully concentrated on the sex we were having. “It’s amazing, oh my God”, I looked up at George, “Size counts oh my God does size count.” I wasn’t lying. George laughed and with that flipped me over into a missionary position. Now, he started fucking me more vigorously and I remember thinking I am those woman in those videos and their responses to a big penis were real. I was making moans, noises, and had no control over my responses. It was totally intense and pleasurable and without any direct clitoral stimulation the pulling and long pushing sensation was driving me over the edge to a fabulous orgasm. It was the first vaginal orgasm I had ever experience and so much better with intensity than a clitoral one. It was like a combination of both. I could actually feel my vagina spasm and I was crazy now with lust. I couldn’t control myself and George was grinding 9 ½” of penis fully inside stimulating spots I didn’t know I had. My orgasm in fact, surprisingly did not subside with how he was using that superior length. George was fucking me better than anyone and I concluded that because he had such a big penis it allowed him more ability to stimulate a vagina by being able with all the length to move back and forth, go deep, pull back, and without fear of falling out. Quite frankly I had never experienced intercourse like this before. Then, I heard my husband’s voice from behind me asking, “Does his feel better than mine?” I didn’t want to answer; I was exhausted physically from being so taken so fully. My husband asked me again in a louder voice and George looked down at me and whispered, “Tell him.” “Yes it feels better” I shouted but annoyed at being bothered or interrupted in this intense sexual interaction. With that comment, suddenly George started pounding me rapidly moving and he started shaking and making this crazy distracting sound where he was obviously cumming. He evidently had lost control as well. He was completely inside me with his balls against my ass and as he was cumming. It amazed me that I was able to physically accommodate his entire penis and oddly I had a sense of pride in doing so. George remained deep inside me for a good minute just holding still. Then George agonizingly slowly began the long slide out of me. When his penis was removed from my body it felt like I was missing a part of me. That was 100 percent true and another sensation I had never experienced with my husband. It was odd feeling that despite no love between us there was a male-female connection because of how fully George had been able to penetrate me to my depths.

We all then just lay quietly on the bed and then George turned to my husband and asked, “Did you cum.” My husband replied that he didn’t but not to worry as it was awesome to have watched us.” George than shocked me with an offer, “Well give me some time to recover and I can fuck you too” to my husband! What? I thought, does my husband want George to have anal sex and penetrate him? My husband was quiet for a minute or two and said “Maybe next time.” I turned to George and told him that sex with him really felt good. He smiled and said, “That’s what I am for, to please you, please you both.” I looked over and saw that George’s penis although now soft was still pretty impressive in size but had that fleshy appearance that you could pull and stretch it out to those 9 ½ “. He certainly was not exaggerating his penis size. Eventually my husband and I got dressed and left. In the car ride home, my husband seemed to hesitantly ask me if I ever wanted to meet with George again. I did but felt it I was too enthusiastic in my response despite everything my husband might be upset. So, I said, well maybe if you want but not for months if at all.

We got home and my husband instantly wanted to fuck me. I am kind of sore I told him. It was true; George’s penis was obviously way more than I was use to. Nevertheless, my husband begged to let him fuck me, he assured me he would be gentle and he wanted me to describe the experience we just had. My husband entered me and immediately said be totally honest, “What does my cock feel like compared to George’s?” “Little” I responded, “well at least right now.” With that one comment my husband immediately climaxed.

Over the next month or two, anytime my husband I had sex it was pretty much a repeat where I had to discuss what George’s penis was like compared to my husband. I learned that when I was ready for my husband to climax I would then talk specifically about his little dick couldn’t begin to compare with George. It was true of course although I won’t say sex with my husband wasn’t pleasant as well. But, his inability to resist my intimidate talk of what a big penis felt like gave me a real sense of control.

As time progressed my husband talked about our getting together with a well-endowed black man and I was intrigued. It did occur and now we occasionally meet with well-endowed men and there has been a lot of progression in what my husband does during these encounters. He likes me to make fun of his penis, compare it to other bigger ones, and I have come to feel very comfortable in doing so. He enjoys it and so do I. But, it has made me sexually desire on occasion to be fucked better than he can do and there is no doubt a big penis creates a different experience. We share all of this and enjoy our sex life and marriage.
Amazing story! Love to hear about more adventures!
 
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Our marriage and occasional sex life continue for probably 6 or 7 years in a similar manner until one day my husband said he wanted us to meet a friend of his. He mentioned the name and I didn’t recognize it and my husband said we were going to meet “this friend” for coffee outside a Starbucks. It was out of the routine and I thought a little odd but I didn’t give it that much thought that perhaps it was an old school chum, or other acquaintance. We met George who was sitting at a table outside and shook my husband’s like a stranger might. I instantly thought this was weird. My husband said this is my wife and George looked me over it felt and then smiled and said something to the effect it was nice to meet you. However, mainly my husband and George talked. It was small talk and our meeting wasn’t even 15 minutes before we left.

On the drive home my husband asked what did I think of George. He was not really an attractive man, in some ways he reminded me in looks like the character Borat although thin and he stated he was originally from Greece. But, he seemed nice enough. I pretty much said what I just shared here. Then my husband proceeded to tell me that George was a Swinger and that they had corresponded from an online ad He said George had a very big penis and often met with couples. I looked at my husband like he was crazy. I was angry that he had me meet this person without telling me what was going on. My husband started trying to convince me that we should try swinging with him which I had no intention of doing. I told him how angry I was for not being told who or why we were meeting. He asked if I would have agreed to meet George socially had I known. OF course my answer was no. “That’s why I didn’t tell you” my husband replied. He added “I didn’t think it would be a big deal just to meet him in a social and safe way.” The rest of the drive was quiet.

The next few weeks there were several times where my husband would bring up about meeting George and I would instantly shoot it down. I didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of intimacy like sex with a relative stranger. But, my husband would talk about how we only have one life to live, we should experience different things, sex should be fun, varied, etc. etc. etc. To be honest, I feared what George would think of me. Would he see me as some type of lowlife slut? Would he think my body was unattractive or that I was not sexually satisfying? My husband’s constant suggestions of getting with George perhaps started to wear me down, or perhaps I wanted to please him in some way. Finally my husband suggested an idea that I thought if we were going to do this it could be acceptable. “We meet with George and you only just jack our two cocks together nothing else. I want to see what my cock looks like next to his.” Now, did this seem right to me, no. But, what I struggled more with was why my husband or guys liked the idea of seeing their wives or girlfriends with a man who has a bigger penis than their own. So many of these videos we had watched had that theme and although I learned to verbally please my husband with those fantasies I didn’t really understand that desire in reality

My husband set up the meeting with George for a Saturday night. I was surprised that George lived in a very high class neighborhood. I somehow had assumed he would be in a very different economic status but in fact clearly was much wealthier than we were. On the drive to George’s home I had several times repeated my question that George understood this first encounter was not going to involve intercourse and my husband reassured me I could do as little that I wanted as discussed. George greeted us when we went inside with a glass of wine and I was impressed by his home which he gave us a brief tour. I was nervous of course but not as much as I had anticipated. What I was feeling more was how the situation simply felt awkward. How would this proceed, would we just talk and talk? However, it wasn’t long before George said let me show you my bedroom. We walked in and the thing that I remember the most at first was he had this bed that was higher off the ground than others.

The 3 of us stood in George’s bedroom and then George said we should all get comfortable. With that he proceeded to undress and my husband raced to beat him. George was very fastidious by hanging his clothes up piece by piece. I took off my outfit as well but kept on my bra and panties. George had his back to us and after he removed his underwear he then turned around. I will never ever forget my reaction to seeing him naked. His penis hung off of him like the trunk of an elephant swaying back and forth. The best way I can describe my reaction is if you ever have seen the Grand Canyon for real. It doesn’t matter what you see in movies, television, pictures, when you first really see the Grand Canyon it literally can take your breath away. It is just totally different seeing it for real. That was my response to seeing George now naked. His penis dominated his body and it took my breath away to see such a man. This was nothing like watching videos, looking at pictures of men with big penises, whatever. The perspective of a man standing in front of you with such a long big penis swaying back and forth as he walked slowly toward me was like nothing I could even begin to explain. This was real, it looked so different on how it was proportioned on a body, and it was exciting, intimidating, and so so masculine in appearance unlike anyone I had ever been with. I will also admit visually it was like a different male sex than my husband’s penis or most men. A penis like this simply dominated your visual attention and the male body. It was a pure maleness for lack of any other description I can state. It somehow made me feel like a little girl or submissive as a female to a male. My mind raced as I watched George walk and then get on the bed. How could women for real handle a big penis like his, could I, and what would that be like? My imagination was stimulated and the fact that both George and my husband were now both naked on the bed made this so real that all nervousness was now absent for me. The big size just made me want to touch it.

My husband moved some pillows so I could sit between them and signaled for me to get on the bed. I quickly got up and slid back so that George was on my left and my husband was on my right. I turned to George and his penis was so long it lay across his lap toward me slightly beyond his leg. I looked at him and reaching out my hand toward his penis I said, “OK”? George smiled and said, “Of course.” I grasped his penis and so much of it fell way beyond my hand. It felt totally different than my husband’s, it was so long and heavy but had a soft penis feel; squishy, moveable, and it then made me realize he wasn’t even fully erect yet. As I held his penis I could feel it pulsating and it was remarkable as it felt alive and as I began stroking it the size was so big and long that some parts felt warm to touch and other parts of the shaft were cooler. I had never felt anything like that with my husband’s penis or those prior boyfriends. I remember thinking to myself how different a big penis like this was, the consistency, the whole feeling of it was just totally different and I knew and could feel I was getting really turned on. George’s penis sort of filled out a bit more as I grasped it. His penis became very hard, and rose upwards towards his belly as I stroked him like that. It looked so amazing again like a different male species than others like there should be a third sexual category; female, male, alpha male. He was perhaps too long but his penis equally looked because of that length so powerful and I can’t exactly explain it but like a magnet to my female desire to now be penetrated by it. I hadn’t felt this sexually excited for quite some time.

Meanwhile my husband, whom I had momentarily forgotten about, was stroking his erect penis and so he wouldn’t be jealous I reached out and stroked his as well still holding George’s. My husband in a somewhat quivering voice tried to joke and say well do you think we compare? I said, “Sorry honey…. no.” My husband reached over totally surprising me as he then also grasped George’s penis and stroked it. I removed my hand and watched George’s face to see if he was going to be upset with another man touching his penis. But, instead, George kind of leaned back with a proud smile on his face evidently enjoying the fact of my husband’s reaction. You could see the fascination, admiration, and envy in his eyes. My husband asked, George how big are you fully erect like this?” “Its 9 ½” George replied. To me it looked like a foot long and I said to my husband, “well what’s yours.” I knew of course but for some reason I wanted my husband to know how special and impressive George’s organ was. My husband said, “I guess around 6 and then well maybe 5 ½ (which was the correct measurement). “Wow, I exclaimed, George you are almost twice his size” which was true. I then joked, “George you are from Greece are you an example of a Greek God.” George just proudly smiled.

My husband slid a finger under my panties and inserted it into my vagina. “Honey, you are really wet, guess you are turned on.” He was right, I was. My husband moved back and removed my panties and without any preliminaries got right on top and began to fuck me. I wasn’t at all embarrassed and George got up on his knees giving me access again to his penis and I took hold and this time started sucking him. I couldn’t believe it when my husband in this missionary position looked up and with a hand pulled George’s penis to his mouth and took over sucking it too. I wasn’t upset nor was George but it was something unexpected but it seemed OK to me. How could you not admire a penis so big like this, I thought. Again, it was almost like a third sexual category. Plus, all the fantasy talks I had now been doing for a long time with my husband made even more sense. To me, it was yes you should hubby pay our respect to such a superior penis to yours. Now this positioning would not have worked well if George’s penis wasn’t so long, but I could look up and see under the length of his shaft and the head being sucked by my husband while he was fucking me. All of this was like being on another planet. It was crazy, different, but any thoughts or judgment was really not my concern. I just wanted to enjoy the moment.

My husband did not cum but after a few more minutes removed himself and said, “Why don’t you sit on it? I replied somewhat confused, “Sit on it” and then realized he was talking about me fucking George. Guess what? I wanted to. Whatever I had agreed to before on my limits was no longer a concern. Any thoughts of myself, embarrassment, removing my remaining bra and panties to be naked were no longer present either. I was hot for George’s big penis.

George moved back to his previous position laying face up on his bed and I quickly climbed above him. I took his penis in my hand and moved it to the entrance of my vagina as I tried to sit down on it. He entered with no problem but as I tried to slide down on it, I very quickly hit a point of depth where I could not go deeper and said, I don’t think this is going to work, it’s too long.” George whispered slow down. I realized this wasn’t a penis like my husband or past boyfriends and easily accommodating such a superior long big penis would take some time. George seemed to know what he was doing and gently started fucking me and not very deep nor fast. It didn’t really feel any different for the first minute or so than sex with my husband or anyone else. But, as I relaxed and opened up, I eventually again tried to push down on it and I could feel my buttocks quiver as more of his penis entered. I was able to move up and down on his long shaft more and more until it feel very deep inside. George, put his hands on the sides of my waist and in one motion of holding me and another motion of him lifting up, suddenly I felt his penis go even deeper as I didn’t realize he hadn’t been fully inside. I let out a loud moan that I didn’t have control over as whatever his penis had touched, stretched, or reached was the most pleasurable full sensation you can experience and I had never imagined. He filled me like no man and as he began long steady stokes. I never felt as much as a sexual woman than at that very moment. George’s long, very long slides in and out all were providing wonderful full sensations of constant stimulation. I am not entirely sure even to this day how a much bigger penis feels ultimately overall different than a smaller version but the intensity is like nothing else. I was unable to concentrate on anything but his big organ filling and possessing my body and unlike my husband; George was hitting spots his never would reach. Plus, it was the real thing not a piece of plastic and just felt so much better and for whatever reason was able to penetrate me to a depth way deeper than a dildo.

I was moaning and my husband’s voice came quietly, “How does that big dick feel.” I honestly didn’t want to answer because like I said it was so intense and it was almost hard to talk I was so overwhelmed and fully concentrated on the sex we were having. “It’s amazing, oh my God”, I looked up at George, “Size counts oh my God does size count.” I wasn’t lying. George laughed and with that flipped me over into a missionary position. Now, he started fucking me more vigorously and I remember thinking I am those woman in those videos and their responses to a big penis were real. I was making moans, noises, and had no control over my responses. It was totally intense and pleasurable and without any direct clitoral stimulation the pulling and long pushing sensation was driving me over the edge to a fabulous orgasm. It was the first vaginal orgasm I had ever experience and so much better with intensity than a clitoral one. It was like a combination of both. I could actually feel my vagina spasm and I was crazy now with lust. I couldn’t control myself and George was grinding 9 ½” of penis fully inside stimulating spots I didn’t know I had. My orgasm in fact, surprisingly did not subside with how he was using that superior length. George was fucking me better than anyone and I concluded that because he had such a big penis it allowed him more ability to stimulate a vagina by being able with all the length to move back and forth, go deep, pull back, and without fear of falling out. Quite frankly I had never experienced intercourse like this before. Then, I heard my husband’s voice from behind me asking, “Does his feel better than mine?” I didn’t want to answer; I was exhausted physically from being so taken so fully. My husband asked me again in a louder voice and George looked down at me and whispered, “Tell him.” “Yes it feels better” I shouted but annoyed at being bothered or interrupted in this intense sexual interaction. With that comment, suddenly George started pounding me rapidly moving and he started shaking and making this crazy distracting sound where he was obviously cumming. He evidently had lost control as well. He was completely inside me with his balls against my ass and as he was cumming. It amazed me that I was able to physically accommodate his entire penis and oddly I had a sense of pride in doing so. George remained deep inside me for a good minute just holding still. Then George agonizingly slowly began the long slide out of me. When his penis was removed from my body it felt like I was missing a part of me. That was 100 percent true and another sensation I had never experienced with my husband. It was odd feeling that despite no love between us there was a male-female connection because of how fully George had been able to penetrate me to my depths.

We all then just lay quietly on the bed and then George turned to my husband and asked, “Did you cum.” My husband replied that he didn’t but not to worry as it was awesome to have watched us.” George than shocked me with an offer, “Well give me some time to recover and I can fuck you too” to my husband! What? I thought, does my husband want George to have anal sex and penetrate him? My husband was quiet for a minute or two and said “Maybe next time.” I turned to George and told him that sex with him really felt good. He smiled and said, “That’s what I am for, to please you, please you both.” I looked over and saw that George’s penis although now soft was still pretty impressive in size but had that fleshy appearance that you could pull and stretch it out to those 9 ½ “. He certainly was not exaggerating his penis size. Eventually my husband and I got dressed and left. In the car ride home, my husband seemed to hesitantly ask me if I ever wanted to meet with George again. I did but felt it I was too enthusiastic in my response despite everything my husband might be upset. So, I said, well maybe if you want but not for months if at all.

We got home and my husband instantly wanted to fuck me. I am kind of sore I told him. It was true; George’s penis was obviously way more than I was use to. Nevertheless, my husband begged to let him fuck me, he assured me he would be gentle and he wanted me to describe the experience we just had. My husband entered me and immediately said be totally honest, “What does my cock feel like compared to George’s?” “Little” I responded, “well at least right now.” With that one comment my husband immediately climaxed.

Over the next month or two, anytime my husband I had sex it was pretty much a repeat where I had to discuss what George’s penis was like compared to my husband. I learned that when I was ready for my husband to climax I would then talk specifically about his little dick couldn’t begin to compare with George. It was true of course although I won’t say sex with my husband wasn’t pleasant as well. But, his inability to resist my intimidate talk of what a big penis felt like gave me a real sense of control.

As time progressed my husband talked about our getting together with a well-endowed black man and I was intrigued. It did occur and now we occasionally meet with well-endowed men and there has been a lot of progression in what my husband does during these encounters. He likes me to make fun of his penis, compare it to other bigger ones, and I have come to feel very comfortable in doing so. He enjoys it and so do I. But, it has made me sexually desire on occasion to be fucked better than he can do and there is no doubt a big penis creates a different experience. We share all of this and enjoy our sex life and marriage.
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Our marriage and occasional sex life continue for probably 6 or 7 years in a similar manner until one day my husband said he wanted us to meet a friend of his. He mentioned the name and I didn’t recognize it and my husband said we were going to meet “this friend” for coffee outside a Starbucks. It was out of the routine and I thought a little odd but I didn’t give it that much thought that perhaps it was an old school chum, or other acquaintance. We met George who was sitting at a table outside and shook my husband’s like a stranger might. I instantly thought this was weird. My husband said this is my wife and George looked me over it felt and then smiled and said something to the effect it was nice to meet you. However, mainly my husband and George talked. It was small talk and our meeting wasn’t even 15 minutes before we left.

On the drive home my husband asked what did I think of George. He was not really an attractive man, in some ways he reminded me in looks like the character Borat although thin and he stated he was originally from Greece. But, he seemed nice enough. I pretty much said what I just shared here. Then my husband proceeded to tell me that George was a Swinger and that they had corresponded from an online ad He said George had a very big penis and often met with couples. I looked at my husband like he was crazy. I was angry that he had me meet this person without telling me what was going on. My husband started trying to convince me that we should try swinging with him which I had no intention of doing. I told him how angry I was for not being told who or why we were meeting. He asked if I would have agreed to meet George socially had I known. OF course my answer was no. “That’s why I didn’t tell you” my husband replied. He added “I didn’t think it would be a big deal just to meet him in a social and safe way.” The rest of the drive was quiet.

The next few weeks there were several times where my husband would bring up about meeting George and I would instantly shoot it down. I didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of intimacy like sex with a relative stranger. But, my husband would talk about how we only have one life to live, we should experience different things, sex should be fun, varied, etc. etc. etc. To be honest, I feared what George would think of me. Would he see me as some type of lowlife slut? Would he think my body was unattractive or that I was not sexually satisfying? My husband’s constant suggestions of getting with George perhaps started to wear me down, or perhaps I wanted to please him in some way. Finally my husband suggested an idea that I thought if we were going to do this it could be acceptable. “We meet with George and you only just jack our two cocks together nothing else. I want to see what my cock looks like next to his.” Now, did this seem right to me, no. But, what I struggled more with was why my husband or guys liked the idea of seeing their wives or girlfriends with a man who has a bigger penis than their own. So many of these videos we had watched had that theme and although I learned to verbally please my husband with those fantasies I didn’t really understand that desire in reality

My husband set up the meeting with George for a Saturday night. I was surprised that George lived in a very high class neighborhood. I somehow had assumed he would be in a very different economic status but in fact clearly was much wealthier than we were. On the drive to George’s home I had several times repeated my question that George understood this first encounter was not going to involve intercourse and my husband reassured me I could do as little that I wanted as discussed. George greeted us when we went inside with a glass of wine and I was impressed by his home which he gave us a brief tour. I was nervous of course but not as much as I had anticipated. What I was feeling more was how the situation simply felt awkward. How would this proceed, would we just talk and talk? However, it wasn’t long before George said let me show you my bedroom. We walked in and the thing that I remember the most at first was he had this bed that was higher off the ground than others.

The 3 of us stood in George’s bedroom and then George said we should all get comfortable. With that he proceeded to undress and my husband raced to beat him. George was very fastidious by hanging his clothes up piece by piece. I took off my outfit as well but kept on my bra and panties. George had his back to us and after he removed his underwear he then turned around. I will never ever forget my reaction to seeing him naked. His penis hung off of him like the trunk of an elephant swaying back and forth. The best way I can describe my reaction is if you ever have seen the Grand Canyon for real. It doesn’t matter what you see in movies, television, pictures, when you first really see the Grand Canyon it literally can take your breath away. It is just totally different seeing it for real. That was my response to seeing George now naked. His penis dominated his body and it took my breath away to see such a man. This was nothing like watching videos, looking at pictures of men with big penises, whatever. The perspective of a man standing in front of you with such a long big penis swaying back and forth as he walked slowly toward me was like nothing I could even begin to explain. This was real, it looked so different on how it was proportioned on a body, and it was exciting, intimidating, and so so masculine in appearance unlike anyone I had ever been with. I will also admit visually it was like a different male sex than my husband’s penis or most men. A penis like this simply dominated your visual attention and the male body. It was a pure maleness for lack of any other description I can state. It somehow made me feel like a little girl or submissive as a female to a male. My mind raced as I watched George walk and then get on the bed. How could women for real handle a big penis like his, could I, and what would that be like? My imagination was stimulated and the fact that both George and my husband were now both naked on the bed made this so real that all nervousness was now absent for me. The big size just made me want to touch it.

My husband moved some pillows so I could sit between them and signaled for me to get on the bed. I quickly got up and slid back so that George was on my left and my husband was on my right. I turned to George and his penis was so long it lay across his lap toward me slightly beyond his leg. I looked at him and reaching out my hand toward his penis I said, “OK”? George smiled and said, “Of course.” I grasped his penis and so much of it fell way beyond my hand. It felt totally different than my husband’s, it was so long and heavy but had a soft penis feel; squishy, moveable, and it then made me realize he wasn’t even fully erect yet. As I held his penis I could feel it pulsating and it was remarkable as it felt alive and as I began stroking it the size was so big and long that some parts felt warm to touch and other parts of the shaft were cooler. I had never felt anything like that with my husband’s penis or those prior boyfriends. I remember thinking to myself how different a big penis like this was, the consistency, the whole feeling of it was just totally different and I knew and could feel I was getting really turned on. George’s penis sort of filled out a bit more as I grasped it. His penis became very hard, and rose upwards towards his belly as I stroked him like that. It looked so amazing again like a different male species than others like there should be a third sexual category; female, male, alpha male. He was perhaps too long but his penis equally looked because of that length so powerful and I can’t exactly explain it but like a magnet to my female desire to now be penetrated by it. I hadn’t felt this sexually excited for quite some time.

Meanwhile my husband, whom I had momentarily forgotten about, was stroking his erect penis and so he wouldn’t be jealous I reached out and stroked his as well still holding George’s. My husband in a somewhat quivering voice tried to joke and say well do you think we compare? I said, “Sorry honey…. no.” My husband reached over totally surprising me as he then also grasped George’s penis and stroked it. I removed my hand and watched George’s face to see if he was going to be upset with another man touching his penis. But, instead, George kind of leaned back with a proud smile on his face evidently enjoying the fact of my husband’s reaction. You could see the fascination, admiration, and envy in his eyes. My husband asked, George how big are you fully erect like this?” “Its 9 ½” George replied. To me it looked like a foot long and I said to my husband, “well what’s yours.” I knew of course but for some reason I wanted my husband to know how special and impressive George’s organ was. My husband said, “I guess around 6 and then well maybe 5 ½ (which was the correct measurement). “Wow, I exclaimed, George you are almost twice his size” which was true. I then joked, “George you are from Greece are you an example of a Greek God.” George just proudly smiled.

My husband slid a finger under my panties and inserted it into my vagina. “Honey, you are really wet, guess you are turned on.” He was right, I was. My husband moved back and removed my panties and without any preliminaries got right on top and began to fuck me. I wasn’t at all embarrassed and George got up on his knees giving me access again to his penis and I took hold and this time started sucking him. I couldn’t believe it when my husband in this missionary position looked up and with a hand pulled George’s penis to his mouth and took over sucking it too. I wasn’t upset nor was George but it was something unexpected but it seemed OK to me. How could you not admire a penis so big like this, I thought. Again, it was almost like a third sexual category. Plus, all the fantasy talks I had now been doing for a long time with my husband made even more sense. To me, it was yes you should hubby pay our respect to such a superior penis to yours. Now this positioning would not have worked well if George’s penis wasn’t so long, but I could look up and see under the length of his shaft and the head being sucked by my husband while he was fucking me. All of this was like being on another planet. It was crazy, different, but any thoughts or judgment was really not my concern. I just wanted to enjoy the moment.

My husband did not cum but after a few more minutes removed himself and said, “Why don’t you sit on it? I replied somewhat confused, “Sit on it” and then realized he was talking about me fucking George. Guess what? I wanted to. Whatever I had agreed to before on my limits was no longer a concern. Any thoughts of myself, embarrassment, removing my remaining bra and panties to be naked were no longer present either. I was hot for George’s big penis.

George moved back to his previous position laying face up on his bed and I quickly climbed above him. I took his penis in my hand and moved it to the entrance of my vagina as I tried to sit down on it. He entered with no problem but as I tried to slide down on it, I very quickly hit a point of depth where I could not go deeper and said, I don’t think this is going to work, it’s too long.” George whispered slow down. I realized this wasn’t a penis like my husband or past boyfriends and easily accommodating such a superior long big penis would take some time. George seemed to know what he was doing and gently started fucking me and not very deep nor fast. It didn’t really feel any different for the first minute or so than sex with my husband or anyone else. But, as I relaxed and opened up, I eventually again tried to push down on it and I could feel my buttocks quiver as more of his penis entered. I was able to move up and down on his long shaft more and more until it feel very deep inside. George, put his hands on the sides of my waist and in one motion of holding me and another motion of him lifting up, suddenly I felt his penis go even deeper as I didn’t realize he hadn’t been fully inside. I let out a loud moan that I didn’t have control over as whatever his penis had touched, stretched, or reached was the most pleasurable full sensation you can experience and I had never imagined. He filled me like no man and as he began long steady stokes. I never felt as much as a sexual woman than at that very moment. George’s long, very long slides in and out all were providing wonderful full sensations of constant stimulation. I am not entirely sure even to this day how a much bigger penis feels ultimately overall different than a smaller version but the intensity is like nothing else. I was unable to concentrate on anything but his big organ filling and possessing my body and unlike my husband; George was hitting spots his never would reach. Plus, it was the real thing not a piece of plastic and just felt so much better and for whatever reason was able to penetrate me to a depth way deeper than a dildo.

I was moaning and my husband’s voice came quietly, “How does that big dick feel.” I honestly didn’t want to answer because like I said it was so intense and it was almost hard to talk I was so overwhelmed and fully concentrated on the sex we were having. “It’s amazing, oh my God”, I looked up at George, “Size counts oh my God does size count.” I wasn’t lying. George laughed and with that flipped me over into a missionary position. Now, he started fucking me more vigorously and I remember thinking I am those woman in those videos and their responses to a big penis were real. I was making moans, noises, and had no control over my responses. It was totally intense and pleasurable and without any direct clitoral stimulation the pulling and long pushing sensation was driving me over the edge to a fabulous orgasm. It was the first vaginal orgasm I had ever experience and so much better with intensity than a clitoral one. It was like a combination of both. I could actually feel my vagina spasm and I was crazy now with lust. I couldn’t control myself and George was grinding 9 ½” of penis fully inside stimulating spots I didn’t know I had. My orgasm in fact, surprisingly did not subside with how he was using that superior length. George was fucking me better than anyone and I concluded that because he had such a big penis it allowed him more ability to stimulate a vagina by being able with all the length to move back and forth, go deep, pull back, and without fear of falling out. Quite frankly I had never experienced intercourse like this before. Then, I heard my husband’s voice from behind me asking, “Does his feel better than mine?” I didn’t want to answer; I was exhausted physically from being so taken so fully. My husband asked me again in a louder voice and George looked down at me and whispered, “Tell him.” “Yes it feels better” I shouted but annoyed at being bothered or interrupted in this intense sexual interaction. With that comment, suddenly George started pounding me rapidly moving and he started shaking and making this crazy distracting sound where he was obviously cumming. He evidently had lost control as well. He was completely inside me with his balls against my ass and as he was cumming. It amazed me that I was able to physically accommodate his entire penis and oddly I had a sense of pride in doing so. George remained deep inside me for a good minute just holding still. Then George agonizingly slowly began the long slide out of me. When his penis was removed from my body it felt like I was missing a part of me. That was 100 percent true and another sensation I had never experienced with my husband. It was odd feeling that despite no love between us there was a male-female connection because of how fully George had been able to penetrate me to my depths.

We all then just lay quietly on the bed and then George turned to my husband and asked, “Did you cum.” My husband replied that he didn’t but not to worry as it was awesome to have watched us.” George than shocked me with an offer, “Well give me some time to recover and I can fuck you too” to my husband! What? I thought, does my husband want George to have anal sex and penetrate him? My husband was quiet for a minute or two and said “Maybe next time.” I turned to George and told him that sex with him really felt good. He smiled and said, “That’s what I am for, to please you, please you both.” I looked over and saw that George’s penis although now soft was still pretty impressive in size but had that fleshy appearance that you could pull and stretch it out to those 9 ½ “. He certainly was not exaggerating his penis size. Eventually my husband and I got dressed and left. In the car ride home, my husband seemed to hesitantly ask me if I ever wanted to meet with George again. I did but felt it I was too enthusiastic in my response despite everything my husband might be upset. So, I said, well maybe if you want but not for months if at all.

We got home and my husband instantly wanted to fuck me. I am kind of sore I told him. It was true; George’s penis was obviously way more than I was use to. Nevertheless, my husband begged to let him fuck me, he assured me he would be gentle and he wanted me to describe the experience we just had. My husband entered me and immediately said be totally honest, “What does my cock feel like compared to George’s?” “Little” I responded, “well at least right now.” With that one comment my husband immediately climaxed.

Over the next month or two, anytime my husband I had sex it was pretty much a repeat where I had to discuss what George’s penis was like compared to my husband. I learned that when I was ready for my husband to climax I would then talk specifically about his little dick couldn’t begin to compare with George. It was true of course although I won’t say sex with my husband wasn’t pleasant as well. But, his inability to resist my intimidate talk of what a big penis felt like gave me a real sense of control.

As time progressed my husband talked about our getting together with a well-endowed black man and I was intrigued. It did occur and now we occasionally meet with well-endowed men and there has been a lot of progression in what my husband does during these encounters. He likes me to make fun of his penis, compare it to other bigger ones, and I have come to feel very comfortable in doing so. He enjoys it and so do I. But, it has made me sexually desire on occasion to be fucked better than he can do and there is no doubt a big penis creates a different experience. We share all of this and enjoy our sex life and marriage.
A lot of truth in the part about losing your ability to control your ejaculation. After my wife had sex with my bigger friend I had problems with premature ejaculation. I could Not get the sights and sounds out of my head of him fucking my wife and hearing her orgasms over and over. I would just start cumming like a little bitch.