My reflection in the mirror was not impressive. Balding, small nose, square glasses and a beer belly looked back at me. I used a small scissor to cut the hair sticking out of my nose and then stepped back. My cock came into view in the mirror and I sighed at the size of it. I couldn’t even see it due to my belly, and it was the mix of a small cock and a big belly that prevented it.
The bathroom door opened and I saw my wife’s reflection in the mirror. Tall, flowing dark brown hair, round firm tits with tiny pink nipples, and an ass that could crack a walnut. I could only see the upper part of her long legs and when she turned on the shower she said, “The coffee is ready.”
“Thanks, I’ll make some eggs and toast.”
“Thanks, honey, you are so good to me.”
In the kitchen, I poured a mug and looked out the window. The neighbors were getting ready for a day at work and school. Across the street, Mike Thorn and his pretty wife Lesly were getting into their Porsche 911. I waved at them and they waved back. He was a cool guy but Lesley could be a bit bitchy and pushy sometimes. I knew she didn’t like me very much but she did enjoy gossiping with my wife Ashley.
The toast popped up and I began making the scrambled eggs. Ashley loved the way I made them and said they were much better than hers. I doubted that but I liked the appreciation.
“Hi, it smells wonderful,” she said when she walked in.
She looked great in her dark blue business suit. She was a lawyer at a respectable law firm in town. Only a year out of law school she had landed the cushy job.
I put the plates on the table and sat down. She ate very delicately with small mouthfuls and only sipping from her coffee. Her full lips looked so sexy when she put them on the rim of the mug. My cock grew hard and I remembered the blowjob she had given me that morning. My dick looked tiny in her hand and when she sucked on it, it reminded me more of a straw than a cock. She never complained or even mentioned the size of it, not even the first time we made love.
I once asked her if it bothered her and she had said she didn’t care, she loved me with a small cock and she promised I made her come with it. And, she added it was great for anal sex, which she was into.
When she had finished eating she gave me a kiss and I wished her a good day at work. From the window I watched her get into the BMW M3 I had bought her. She loved that car, almost as much as me, she had said.
******
Ashley and I met when she was a student and I taught criminal law. She would sit in the first row with her pink laptop chewing gum and smile up at me. When she wore a dress or a skirt, her legs made it hard for me to concentrate. At first, I thought she was an average student but that quickly changed after the first exam. She aced it and I soon learned that she was extremely bright, way ahead of the curve. I spoke to some of her other professors and they agreed, Ashley was off the charts.
I decided to take her under my wing and tutor her. When I approached her one day, she gladly accepted and we began to meet a couple of times in my office after classes. I never put my hand on her even though I desperately wanted to. She was no cock teaser and was always polite and eager to learn.
At night I would lie awake fantasizing about fucking her over my desk or her riding me in my leather chair. My cock would go painfully hard and I would jerk off several times before exhaustion finally made me drift off.
When I saw her on campus with guys I wondered what she looked like when they fucked her, if she was a screamer or if she was quiet? Did she take it up the ass or was she a prude? Did she enjoy sucking dick and if she did, how did she do it?
Basically, I spent the next four years with a constant hard on. I feared the day she would graduate and I actually thought about failing her just for her to repeat a year.
When Ashley took the bar exam I stood outside and waited. She had said she wanted me there and that it was important to her.
When she came out I asked her how it went and she smiled her beautiful smile and said she thought she had done well.
She was right, she got the highest mark and to celebrate it I invited her for dinner in a nice restaurant.
“To you, Ashley, thank you for letting me tutor you all these years and I wish you the best now that you have graduated and become a lawyer.”
She looked at me over the rim of her wine glass and smiled. “No, Oscar, It I who should thank you. I am not sure I had made it without your help and support.”
We drank and when she put her glass down she cleared her throat and said, “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question. There is something that has bothered me for a very long time.”
“Sure, no problem.”
She twisted the stem and looked down at her glass and then up to me. “Why have you never come on to me?”
The question made me stop my hand which held the fork with a potato on it. I put it down slowly not knowing what I should or even could say. There was no way I would tell her about my fantasies, she would probably call the cops if I did.
“Why would I? You were my student and I am so much older than you.”
“Did you ever think about it, and be honest, don’t lie to me.”
I needed time to think so I ate the potato and chewed it slowly. Her green eyes didn’t leave mine for a second.
I decided to be partly honest with her. “Well, I did think about it, but I thought it was better not to, especially because of the university’s policy about dating students.”
She smiled and said, “I’m not a student any longer.”
“That’s right but why would you go out with me?”
“Because I love you and have since the day I met you.”
I couldn’t believe my ears; it made no sense what so ever. Ashley was twenty years younger than I. I had seen her with other men and I knew she had dated a few over the years. Even the gossip on campus mentioned her as a woman who would have one night stands.
“I don’t believe you, look at me, there is nothing pretty, sexy or handsome about me.”
She laughed. “Beauty is not only physical, you have a beautiful brain and that’s more important than a good body which changes over time.”
We ate in silence for a while. The restaurant was quiet, only the sound of silverware could be heard and sometimes a mumble from a table far away.
“Would you like to date me?” she said after putting down her knife and fork.
“Don’t play with me, Ashley. I don’t have time for games.”
“I am serious, I love you and I am sure you like me too.”
“Like you? I have been in love with you since the first day I saw you with that ridiculous pink laptop.”
She giggled. “Yeah, it was pretty awful, wasn’t it? I am serious Oscar, please tell me you will.”
We married six months later and since then we have had a fantastic relationship. She is loving, caring, and fantastic lover. She has made me come more times since I met her than in all the years before. The only thing that truly worries me is the size of my dick, and the fact that she swears on her life that it doesn’t bother her. I am sure she is lying, and I am going to find out today.
******
I sat in my car and looked at the little red dot on my Sat Nav. It represented Ashley’s car which was parked two streets from where I was. I had followed her from her job after she had finished and now I was parked in a suburb north of the city. A place we had never been before.
I lit a cigarette to calm my nerves and sipped from the miniature bottle of vodka I had bought at a gas station. I was going to confront her, catch her in the act and prove to myself that I had been right, that she didn’t love me, that she was in it for the money nothing else. Fucking bitch, I thought.
It was dark now, and I flicked the cigarette to the pavement. I got out of the car and walked in the shadows not wanting to be seen.
When I reached the house I made my way around it as quietly as possible. I peeked through a window and saw her briefcase lying on the sofa, but no one was there. Moving along the wall I reached another window which was slightly ajar. I stopped and listened.
Moans and groans reached my ears and I recognized them as Ashley’s. I closed my eyes and readied myself for what I was about to see.
Slowly I looked inside and there they were, on a bed. Ashley was riding him and her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulder and back. Her back was towards me and when she leaned forward to kiss the man I actually saw his cock slide in and out of her. I was astonished by the size of him and how stretched her lips were.
“Oh god, Mike, I love your cock, it feels so good inside me,” she moaned.
It hurt like a knife through my heart, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop watching them. She rode him faster and faster her moans becoming louder as she rode herself to an orgasm.
But before she reached it she slid out of him and took his cock in her mouth. I couldn’t see it sliding in and out but I heard her moans and they changed everything.
“I love Oscar so much, so much, but I can’t get enough of your cock, Mike.”
More slurping and moaning reached my ears and then she said, “He is so tiny I can hardly feel it when he is inside me, but I could never leave him, never.”
She must have been doing a good job because I saw Mike’s toes curl and his leg muscles tense as he roared out when he came. Ashley kept on bobbing her head up and down and I knew she made sure he was empty; she would do the same to me.
When she got off him I slipped away in the night and as I walked back to the car I touched my cock which was hard and I knew I was leaking pre-cum. Seeing her being fucked by a real cock was such a turn on and such a shock I began to cry.
******
It turned out that Mike worked in the coffee shop across the street from Ashley’s office. I went in one day and Mike turned out to be a nice guy who made a hell of a Cappuccino. I had spent many days thinking about what to do.
We had a prenup and if I divorced her she wouldn’t get much. That was my first thought after I saw her with him. But that night, I watched while Ashley slept next to me. In the moonlight, her body looked like if it had been painted silver and she looked so beautiful that I changed my mind.
I would never meet a woman like her again. So what if she fucked another guy, she still loved me, I knew that much. I had followed her every day since that first time and she never socialized with Mike, it was only sex. She never met any other guy either. Obviously, she needed him to get off and that was it.
I decided to confront her, to find out how we could move on with our relationship.
******
It was a Friday evening and we sat on the sofa. She had a glass of wine and I had a whiskey. On the table in front of us stood a tray with assorted cheeses and crackers, she had a thing for those. Personally, I thought they tasted awful and smelled even worse.
I had my arm around her and she was sitting with her legs to the side leaning into me and watching the movie on the TV.
“Honey, can I ask you something,” I said.
“Mm, sure.”
“Who’s Mike and what’s your relationship to him?”
I actually felt her stop breathing. She didn’t move or stopped watching the TV. Instead, she whispered. “You know about us?”
“I do, for a week now.”
She sighed and turned her face. “You want a divorce, don’t you?”
I tear ran down her perfect cheek and I wiped it away with my finger. “Not, not necessarily, it all depends.”
She moved away from me and turned so we were facing each other.
“On what?”
“I need to know why you are with him.”
I thought I knew the answer but I needed confirmation. Another tear ran down her cheek and this time it was her who wiped it away.
“I have been lying to you, honey.
I slowly nodded and said, “Okay, I can understand that, and it’s not your fault that I can’t satisfy you. But it was a shitty thing to go behind my back instead of talking to me.”
She drank her wine and after putting down the glass, said, “What did you want me to say? Sorry, you don’t do it for me, and I need a bigger cock.”
To my surprise, I actually laughed. “Yeah, maybe, or at least tell me how you felt.”
We sat in silence for a while just looking at each other. I broke it and said, “You know, I actually saw you and Mike fucking.”
She blushed and looked away. “I am so sorry.”
“Don’t be, you were beautiful when you rode him and then sucked his dick. I stood outside the window and could see your pussy stretched out by his cock and it turned me on.”
She turned back and searched my face with her eyes. “Are you serious?”
“I am. My first reaction was disgust and anger but it went away while I watched.”
She drank more wine and then said, “So, what do we do now?”
“I am okay with you seeing Mike, but you can only fuck him here in our house and I have to be here.”
“That’s crazy, won’t you be hurt seeing us?”
“No, I will be turned on.”
She gave me a sideway look and then shrugged her shoulders. “Fine, if that’s what you want.”
******
The following Saturday was the big night. Mike was coming over and Ashley and he hadn’t seen each other since the previous week.
Ashley and I had talked almost every evening about what would happen when Mike came over. I insisted on that we should sit down for a nice dinner before any action took place. She thought it was absurd, he wasn’t a family friend just a guy she had hooked up with. My point was that if he was going to fuck my wife on a regular basis I wanted to get to know him.
Mike arrived promptly at seven in the evening. Ashley and I both stood at the door to welcome him into our home.
He looked a bit scared when I opened the door.
“Mike, it’s so nice to finally meet you.”
I shook my hand and then hesitated if he should kiss Ashley on the cheek or shake hands.
“Guys, relax, do what you normally,” I said with a smile.
Once I had closed the door, they began to French kiss deeply. Being this close to them I wasn’t sure what to do or where to look. I cleared my throat and Ashley said a quiet, “Sorry.”
I offered drinks all around and announced that dinner would be served in a little while. I had taken the time to make a roast beef with garlic potatoes.
“How long have you worked in the coffee shop, Mike?” I asked when we had sat down in the living room.
“About a year now.”
“And how long have you been fucking Ashley?” I said it with a smile but I could see she wasn’t happy.
Mike gave her a glance and then said, “a few months.”
“And who made the first move?”
He looked down at the glass in his hands and said, “I did.”
That was the answer I wanted, their stories matched. Ashley had told me he had come on to her and she without really thinking but very horny said yes and that evening he had driven them to his house where they fucked like bunnies. She had told me she visiting a client in prison.
“Mr. York, I am not very comfortable with this, I think it’s pretty fucked up if I am to be honest,” said Mike and took a drink from his vodka.
“Please, call me Oscar. There is nothing for you to worry about, I am okay with you two being together but I want to be there so I can see Ashley enjoying herself.”
“Mike, I promise, Oscar and I have spoken about this a lot so there is nothing for you to worry about,” said Ashley.
With that settled, I went to the kitchen to check on the roast. It was ready and while I brought it out to the dining room.
“Mike, do you mind opening the bottle of wine?” I said on my way back to the kitchen.
When we were seated I lifted my glass. “To new friends, better sex, and many orgasms.”
Mike actually smiled and Ashley giggled. I knew the wine would make everyone involved nice and mellow.
When we finished and Ashley had helped me with the dishes while Mike watched TV, I said, “Okay, let’s get the show on the road, everyone to the bedroom.”
******
I had decided not to use Ashley’s and my bedroom because it seemed to close to heart for what we were going to do. Instead, I had made up the guest room which had a king size bed. I had also placed a few candles around the room and a chair in one corner. That’s where I was going to sit.
When the three of us stood in the room and I had lit the candles Mike said, “How do we do this?”
I sat down on the chair and said, “Do whatever you usually do, don’t mind me, I will be quiet as a mouse.”
Ashley had drunk more wine than us and she was giggling while she unbuttoned Mike’s shirt. She wore a long dress that showed off her narrow waist and full boobs. I knew she didn’t wear a bra or panties under it.
Ashley continued to undress Mike and when he stepped out of his pants and underwear, his cock was still limp, which surprised me. Maybe the guy was nervous, I thought.
Ashley turned around so he could help her with the zipper and when her dress fell to the floor, I breathed in. It never failed to amaze me what a fantastic body my wife had. Mike put his hands on her hips and turned her so they were facing. They kissed and his hands moved up to her boobs which he squeezed gently which made her moan.
My cock was hard in my pants and I thought about taking it out but didn’t. Instead, I watched Mike’s cock which had come alive and it was a powerful piece of equipment. Ashley sat down on the bed pulling him with her by holding on to his shaft. Instead of mounting her which I thought he would do she began to lick his shaft until was shiny with her saliva. By then his cock head had popped out and it was dark red and big.
Ashley looked over at me while she continued to lick his shaft and when she finally put it in her mouth she winked at me and said, “I love this big cock.”
I actually sighed when she said it.
She began to bob her head up and down while Mike dug his hands in her thick dark hair making sure it stayed away from her face. Her lips stretched every time she went down on him.
I wanted to get up and walk over to them to caress her body and kiss her skin but I didn’t. Instead, I took out my cock.
“No, honey, no touching. Just watch us,” said Ashley who was back to licking the shaft.
“But I am horny,” I mumbled.
“This is not about you, it’s about me getting satisfied. If you insist on touching yourself then you can leave.”
I felt like a school boy who had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Ashley had stopped sucking Mike and had lain down on the bed. Mike moved up and spread her legs while kissing her inner thighs which made her moan and purr like a cat.
I could see the mound of her pussy. She was always shaved and when Mike began to lick her I knew exactly what it felt like. Soft, warm and so wonderfully wet.
Ashley moaned some more and pushed his head harder against her sex. She arched her body a little and opened her mouth while her eyes closed.
So far there was nothing Mike had done that I hadn’t, well, apart from having a bigger cock. I had licked Ashley to hundreds of orgasm during the time we had ben together.
Suddenly thing began to change and quickly. Ashley was moaning louder and then Mike flipped her over and pulled her up so she was on all fours. I leaned forward to see better and at that moment Mike grabbed his cock and slid it in my wife.
“Oh, yes, I love your cock, give it to me,” said Ashley while watching me. She supported herself on her elbows and her hair had covered half her face. While Mike began to fuck her she licked her lips and winked at me.
My cock was still out and when she saw it she said, “Listen to how a real cock makes me sound.”
Mike had now grabbed her hips and began to really pound her. Her boobs bounced crazily under her and the bed actually hit the wall each time he thrust into her.
“Oh god, oh yes, yes, give it to me, fuck me harder Mike.”
He slapped her right ass cheek and it left a red mark but made Ashley moan louder.
I thought he would finish in the doggy position but I was wrong. He pulled out and they moved her on top. She grabbed his dick and guided it inside her. Then while holding her hair with both hands she began to ride him. She did it slowly leaning forward so he could kiss and lick her boobs.
“She turned her face to me and smiled. “Honey, his cock is touching parts of my pussy your dick has never or will ever touch.”
Ouch, that hurt but it also made me even hornier. “Yeah, he is deep inside you, filling your yearning pussy with his meat.”
“Aha, yes, yes, he is, he is so good, so fucking good,” she said in a little girl’s voice.
Mike began to meet her moves and within minutes she arched her back and thrashed her head from side to side.
“I’m coming, yes, yes, don’t stop, keep on fucking me, Mike.”
He did and then suddenly she stopped; it was like she had frozen. Her mouth opened and a long moan came out and then she slumped down on his chest breathing heavily.
I had never seen my wife coming like that. I wondered if Mike had come too but realized he hadn’t when Ashley moved down his body until she could take his cock in her mouth.
She kissed it and actually nibbled on his cock head which made him laugh. When she went down on him it was so deep that I heard her gag. When she came up for air she said, again looking at me, “Your cock doesn’t make me gag, actually it’s more of a straw in my mouth.”
She went back to sucking him while stroking his shaft. Mike moaned and I figured that he was on his way to come.
When he did she didn’t swallow. Instead, she stroked his cock and let the cum hit her face and dribble down her cheeks. She kissed the head and then turned to me.
“I love his cum on my face, baby. Now it’s your turn.”
She came over to me and sat crossed legged in front of the chair. Mike cum was slowly making its way down her cheeks and down her chin where it dropped and landed on her legs.
“Would you like me to make you come, honey?” she said in a sweet voice.
I only nodded. Instead of blowing me she took my cock between her thumb and index finger and began to jerk me off. It looked so tiny between her fingers with its little red head.
“You are so cute,” she said and kissed it.
I blew my load a few seconds later and watches as the tiny amount of cum ran over her finger and thumb.
“There you go, how did that feel?” she said and got up.
“Thanks baby for letting me come,” I whispered.
She walked over to Mike who was still lying on the bed. “Take a shower and then leave I want to be alone with my husband.
*****
When Mike had left, Ashley and I had a glass of wine in the kitchen. We stood there naked in the silence for a while. Then she said, “Are you okay?”
I sighed. “Yeah, I think so. What about you?”
“I feel good, no offense but Mike can really fuck the shit out of me.”
Her eyes moved down to my lip cock and she continued, “Sadly, I cannot say the same about you. I love you, Oscar, but as far as fully satisfying me, you are simply not enough.”
I drank from my glass and slowly nodded. “Yeah, I kind of got that while watching you two. I do appreciate what you did for me, though.”
She giggled and put her glass in the sink. She kissed me on the cheek and whispered, “Honey, I will always make sure you come, just not with my pussy. Standing alone in the kitchen I realized I would most likely never get to fuck her soft wet pussy again, but I could live with that. The most important thing for me was that I loved her and I would do anything to make her happy even though it meant I had to watch Mike pound her with his cock.
