As a married woman it is with some guilt that I share, although anonymously, the truth of my marital situation. Posting my story on a site like this I expect may get some feedback, perhaps even negative. But, there is also something positive for me about sharing a dark secret.
My first husband was a very well-endowed man. Guys always want to know inches and I can’t say as we never sat and measured it. But, we would sometimes joke about him being bigger than the cucumbers we would buy for our salads. So, yes he had a very long and thick penis. When we first started dating, he would lay back and I would hold it up praising it and calling it my anaconda. I would even sometimes grab his erect penis and act like it was a snake ready to bite. I wasn’t that sexually experienced but I wasn’t a virgin and I knew he had a big penis. It was fun. He was in a Fraternity when we first met, and some of the guys would joke about his penis and honestly over time there was a certain amount of pride I had being his girlfriend with all the respect his frat brothers gave him.
The first time we had sex was amazing. When he went deep the stimulation was so intense and he was good at working himself back and forth where it always made me feel so full. The thickness literally would create a pulling sensation on my clit where I didn’t have to self stimulate and it was very pleasurable to simply have intercourse where I could orgasm from the penetration. It was also a lot of fun to play with his big penis. Until he would be full size it was kind of pliable and spongy where it felt nice to suck. In fact, even though it was a big size it wasn’t hard to do oral because of that pliability. Once fully erect though it was too big to suck for a long time without my jaw getting tired. Overtime we did get married and we had a nice sex life. There would be times where I was too tired and having to deal with all that he had could be a bit much. Otherwise, I found him to be great in bed and no doubt his having that big organ made a nice fit. Unfortunately, over the years we grew apart. I can’t say it was one thing. I guess it happens. Well it did for us. We never really had knock down drag out arguments and maybe that was part of the problem. We just didn’t share and often found ourselves living together but separate. He was always into sports but injured himself playing football and slowly became more of a couch potato and I guess angrier in temperament. I suppose it doesn’t really matter but eventually we just were not happy anymore and after marriage counseling didn’t help, we agree to have a no-fault divorce.
I stayed single and actually for over a year didn’t date. No offense guys, but living on your own in this day and age can be fine without a man. The change for me came kind of unexpected. The brother of one of my co-workers was introduced to me at a picture taking event for the company where I work. He had been hired to do the company photos for a new website. I have a minor hobby within photography taking pictures of different types of butterflies in various outdoor settings. It so happened that our company pictures were done outdoors at the front of our building and so we started talking about lighting and things of that nature where we kind of hit it off. A week or two later the same co-worker mentioned that her brother was going to be doing this photography tour of the downtown where I lived and would I be interested in going. I hadn’t really thought of him in a dating capacity and as I reflect back I didn’t even think of any of this in that way. But, I called him to get the details and met him and others at the downtown location on a Sunday morning. It was a small group of 10 of us and afterwards, he asked me to join him for lunch. In fact, when he started to pay for the lunch I insisted I pay my own. Things progressed very gradual between us over several months. We eventually did start dating and would make out but I never allowed things to go very far. Interestingly, he never seemed to be too aggressive about things either. I am uncertain I can say when things went from casual to serious. It just kind of happened as I had a new job offer and made a job change. He wanted to make sure we continued to see each other. However, my new job involved some travel and for a few weeks we did not see one another. I began to realize that I missed him and that I had strong feelings for him. When I got back he took me to a restaurant and at dinner he proposed. I was very excited and told him yes.
We went back to his place that night and had sex for the first time. When I saw his penis for the first I won’t say I was disappointed but I obviously could see he was nowhere near the dimensions of my first husband. My guess was he was average sized; maybe like 5-6” and medium around. He brought me to orgasm with oral and the intercourse felt nice after that. I loved him and we had fun together and the sex was generally pretty similar. We got married and had an awesome honeymoon on a cruise where we were having sex every night for a week. But, the sex I felt was more for him and again I won’t say it didn’t feel good but just not that good. Every once in awhile when he was fucking me I would rub my clit and think about my ex’s big cock fucking me and would get off that way. This wasn’t all the time, but I always felt guilty about those thoughts. As time moved on, we probably were like most married couples where we might have sex once a week or in a spontaneous situation but I found that his oral now would not get me off. He would ask if there was a problem and I would usually say I was tired or something like that. He still would then fuck me and I would act like I was into it but often it was not unpleasant but not really pleasurable either. I simply was having sex to please him.
One night my husband was doing oral on me and stopped. He said he could tell I wasn’t into it and was there a problem. I told him no it was fine. He then started asking about my ex-husband and did we have a good sex life. I was afraid to share that with him and said it wasn’t worth talking about. He asked me if he was bigger than him and of course I didn’t want to tell him that my ex husband was huge as I was afraid he would be upset. So instead I sort of lied and said I guess maybe around the same, I didn’t pay much attention. A month of two later my husband came home and said he had a surprise. We went into the bedroom and he put this package down which said 8” inch realistic penis. He said to me, maybe you would like to try and big cock. I was afraid to tell him that my ex was bigger than what I was looking at but certainly this dildo was way bigger than my husband and that seemed to excite him. (To be continued)
My first husband was a very well-endowed man. Guys always want to know inches and I can’t say as we never sat and measured it. But, we would sometimes joke about him being bigger than the cucumbers we would buy for our salads. So, yes he had a very long and thick penis. When we first started dating, he would lay back and I would hold it up praising it and calling it my anaconda. I would even sometimes grab his erect penis and act like it was a snake ready to bite. I wasn’t that sexually experienced but I wasn’t a virgin and I knew he had a big penis. It was fun. He was in a Fraternity when we first met, and some of the guys would joke about his penis and honestly over time there was a certain amount of pride I had being his girlfriend with all the respect his frat brothers gave him.
The first time we had sex was amazing. When he went deep the stimulation was so intense and he was good at working himself back and forth where it always made me feel so full. The thickness literally would create a pulling sensation on my clit where I didn’t have to self stimulate and it was very pleasurable to simply have intercourse where I could orgasm from the penetration. It was also a lot of fun to play with his big penis. Until he would be full size it was kind of pliable and spongy where it felt nice to suck. In fact, even though it was a big size it wasn’t hard to do oral because of that pliability. Once fully erect though it was too big to suck for a long time without my jaw getting tired. Overtime we did get married and we had a nice sex life. There would be times where I was too tired and having to deal with all that he had could be a bit much. Otherwise, I found him to be great in bed and no doubt his having that big organ made a nice fit. Unfortunately, over the years we grew apart. I can’t say it was one thing. I guess it happens. Well it did for us. We never really had knock down drag out arguments and maybe that was part of the problem. We just didn’t share and often found ourselves living together but separate. He was always into sports but injured himself playing football and slowly became more of a couch potato and I guess angrier in temperament. I suppose it doesn’t really matter but eventually we just were not happy anymore and after marriage counseling didn’t help, we agree to have a no-fault divorce.
I stayed single and actually for over a year didn’t date. No offense guys, but living on your own in this day and age can be fine without a man. The change for me came kind of unexpected. The brother of one of my co-workers was introduced to me at a picture taking event for the company where I work. He had been hired to do the company photos for a new website. I have a minor hobby within photography taking pictures of different types of butterflies in various outdoor settings. It so happened that our company pictures were done outdoors at the front of our building and so we started talking about lighting and things of that nature where we kind of hit it off. A week or two later the same co-worker mentioned that her brother was going to be doing this photography tour of the downtown where I lived and would I be interested in going. I hadn’t really thought of him in a dating capacity and as I reflect back I didn’t even think of any of this in that way. But, I called him to get the details and met him and others at the downtown location on a Sunday morning. It was a small group of 10 of us and afterwards, he asked me to join him for lunch. In fact, when he started to pay for the lunch I insisted I pay my own. Things progressed very gradual between us over several months. We eventually did start dating and would make out but I never allowed things to go very far. Interestingly, he never seemed to be too aggressive about things either. I am uncertain I can say when things went from casual to serious. It just kind of happened as I had a new job offer and made a job change. He wanted to make sure we continued to see each other. However, my new job involved some travel and for a few weeks we did not see one another. I began to realize that I missed him and that I had strong feelings for him. When I got back he took me to a restaurant and at dinner he proposed. I was very excited and told him yes.
We went back to his place that night and had sex for the first time. When I saw his penis for the first I won’t say I was disappointed but I obviously could see he was nowhere near the dimensions of my first husband. My guess was he was average sized; maybe like 5-6” and medium around. He brought me to orgasm with oral and the intercourse felt nice after that. I loved him and we had fun together and the sex was generally pretty similar. We got married and had an awesome honeymoon on a cruise where we were having sex every night for a week. But, the sex I felt was more for him and again I won’t say it didn’t feel good but just not that good. Every once in awhile when he was fucking me I would rub my clit and think about my ex’s big cock fucking me and would get off that way. This wasn’t all the time, but I always felt guilty about those thoughts. As time moved on, we probably were like most married couples where we might have sex once a week or in a spontaneous situation but I found that his oral now would not get me off. He would ask if there was a problem and I would usually say I was tired or something like that. He still would then fuck me and I would act like I was into it but often it was not unpleasant but not really pleasurable either. I simply was having sex to please him.
One night my husband was doing oral on me and stopped. He said he could tell I wasn’t into it and was there a problem. I told him no it was fine. He then started asking about my ex-husband and did we have a good sex life. I was afraid to share that with him and said it wasn’t worth talking about. He asked me if he was bigger than him and of course I didn’t want to tell him that my ex husband was huge as I was afraid he would be upset. So instead I sort of lied and said I guess maybe around the same, I didn’t pay much attention. A month of two later my husband came home and said he had a surprise. We went into the bedroom and he put this package down which said 8” inch realistic penis. He said to me, maybe you would like to try and big cock. I was afraid to tell him that my ex was bigger than what I was looking at but certainly this dildo was way bigger than my husband and that seemed to excite him. (To be continued)
