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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)
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)