Size Queen

HI my name is Dave and I just have to get this little tale off my chest. I'm not a writer. I'm not even a very good story teller but I hope that there is someone out there that might learn from my experience. I'm not especially proud of what I have done or how it turned out but I think in hindsight I couldn't have done anything else and kept my self respect.

First let me describe my wife and I for all you out there that must have a visual.

I am 32 5'11" and about 195 lbs. Dark hair, blue eyes, i'm fit but not beach body muscled. More bike rider fit. The most important thing about me that applies to this tale is my dick size. I'm average or maybe a bit longer. Ok I'm 7" and I can get my fingers to barely touch when I grip it but my wife Cindy can't touch her fingers when she grips.

I guess I have never thought about it much because there isn't anything i can do about it. It is what it is. I think I am a good lover and until this tale unfolded I thought that my wife was always sexually satisfied. Other than that I guess I fall into the average category.

I am employed by a leading aerospace company in middle management in the it dept. I make an average income and expect to retire at 30 years seniority. Real exiting right?

My wife Cindy is 30 and a great looking woman. I have often wondered what i had done to deserve her.

She is 5' 8" maybe 130 lbs on an off day. Flaming red hair and a figure to die for. Her tits are 36d with a thin waist and a cute bubble butt to go with her narrow hips and long shapely legs. She does yoga for exercise with a bit of weight training a few times a week. When I look at her all I can think to describe her is 'walking wet dream'.

Our love life had always been frequent and very robust. Nothing was off limits to us. I did draw the line at sharing a lover or lovers as I felt that we didn't need the complication of multiple partners.

She works in sales for a small clothing company that sells specialty items to sports teams and the like. Mens and womens apparel. She does travel quite a bit but I had never had a problem with her or worried about her cheating. We had had that discussion when her employer told her that some travel would be part of her job. Our discussions were brief and to the point. I said that I couldnt and wouldnt allow her any freedom to sample any strange but I did say that I understood that she was a relatively young woman with sexual needs, and would be faced with temptation on occasion. When she asked me what I meant I said that IF she ever cheated on me and I found out, she's at the curb. BUT if she were to let me know before hand I wouldn't but there would be severe repercussions. I said that this was not permission. She said that she understood and agreed. Up until now I trusted her without complaint

My wife and I had been married for ten years as my tale begins. Cindy had just informed me her quarterly sales had been down a bit so her office was given some added territories. There were many companies that had never been approached and her sales should improve. I didn't see a problem as she loved the challenge of opening new accounts.

We had finished our dinner and did our clean up. I had the impression that she had something to say so i waited for it. Then she dropped the bomb. "HONEY I NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT OUR SEX LIFE." She stood in front of me and said not to talk until she was done and then we could discuss it.

She said that she loved me and would always but her orgasms had been fewer and fewer for the last year until she couldn't orgasm with me when we made love. Cindy said that I had not given her any orgasms at all in three months and that she either went to sleep without one or she got herself off in the bathroom after our love making.

She said that her doctor told her that almost everything was ok down there but she might try a dildo that was larger than I was. He said that was a way to get a fuller feeling without resorting to another partner for relief. Then she said that her G spot was at the rear of her vagina and that she might consider an appliance for me or even try a larger partner.

Cindy said that when she talked to her girlfriend she told her of a shop that she bought her toys at and they had just what she needed. She had bought a dildo that was 12" and for the first few times it worked like a charm but she couldn't get over the feeling that something was missing. Looking nervous as a pregnant nun in confession she asked me if I would allow her to have sex with another man to see if she could orgasm with a 'live' one that was as large. She also admitted that we had discussed this issue of extramarital sex in the past but she was asking if I would reconsider.

To say I was speechless was an understatement. I asked her to show me her new toy and she went to her suitcase and grabbed it. It looked just like my dick only 5" longer and so big around that I couldn't touch my fingers. Not even close.

I asked her who she could possibly know that could compare and she got red faced again and said that there was a man at a company on her next sales trip that was rumored to be as big. I handed the plastic dick back and asked if there were any other way than a live guy that would satisfy her? She started tearing up and said not that she could think of. I said that I would consider and give her an answer in the morning.

I tossed and turned in bed all night wondering if her claim of no orgasms was the product of boredom or maybe technique on my part? Was I too small to satisfy her anymore? Was she just curious? OR WAS MY WIFE SUDDENLY A SIZE QUEEN? Did she really need more to satisfy her?

Finally I decided to call her gynecologist in the morning to verify that there were no other issues. I also decided that as long as there was never any disrespect involved, never any remarks about my lack of size. I would let her try on Mr. Big Dick but that we would have another little chat after. A much more serious chat.

In the morning we both decided to take a day off to gather information. She called her doctor and asked her to give me answers to my questions. I did ask how and when this could happen to her and she said that Cindy's body was perfectly normal in most regards and that some women experience changes in their body that can affect their ability to be sexually satisfied. Sometimes these changes are minor but Cindy's was extensive enough that she needed the extra size to stimulate both her clitoris and her G spot while she is copulating.

She also said that her G spot was further into her canal than normal so a penis that was shorter than 10" would not make this contact. In a nutshell I was no longer able to satisfy my wife. Cindy had told her doctor that she had not orgasmed in three months with our normal lovemaking. I thanked the doctor and hung up.

I had already decided that if her claims were true then I would allow this concession to her this once then to reevaluate her sexual needs so we sat down over lunch to discuss how we would deal with this issue.

I asked her if he satisfied her would I be allowed to have sex with her. She teared up and told me that I would never notice any change to our sex life.

I asked if she was convinced that size was the root of her problem and she told me that she believed wholeheartedly that it was.

I then asked if her prospective man was clean and I could tell that she had not considered that but would insist that any partner provide proof before any sexual contact.

I then brought up the issue of birth control and she said that even though she was on the pill she would insist on condoms unless the man was sterile.

So I asked her if she had been in contact with her Mr Big Dick. She started crying and told me she was waiting for me to agree before she did. Then I looked at for about three minutes and whispered "do it."

She almost collapsed in her chair and said "thank you."

I then asked if she would set it up for this trip and she told me that she would let me know of her plans. I put my hand up and said I didn't want to know beforehand this time but only after. Then we would talk. She looked a bit nervous but said she would.

Even though I knew now that I couldn't satisfy Cindy we had a weekend fuckfest preceding her next trip.

I must have worn two or three layers of skin off my tongue, my dick and her clit that weekend. Her pussy must have been sore, at least the part that I could reach. I kissed her monday before I left for work and said she probably shouldn't call me this trip as I was not in the mood to hear of her nights. I got a somber "ok but remember that I love you" as I left.

Three days later i heard the car door that signaled Cindy's return home. I was apprehensive but hopeful that she had gotten this out of her system and had resigned myself that she probably had not, so depending on her reaction I would consider letting her continue with her 'big dick' therapy.

I honestly was surprised to hear her humming a tune to herself before she opened the door then saying loudly "HONEY I'M HOME!!" i put my arms around her and gave her a welcome home hug and a long kiss before asking if her trip was successful. She gave me a ear to ear grin before saying that her trip was "very successful" i asked how her evenings were and she said that they were very successful also. I told her to not say anything else before she showered and we had dinner.

Dinner was a quiet time for me as I watched Cindy continue in her good mood. After we cleaned up we took our coffee into the family room I sat next to Cindy and said that it was time for our discussion.

For the first time since she had entered our home Cindy stopped smiling. I looked in her eyes for a full minute then asked her if she thought that her experiment had been a success. She said she had not orgasmed that hard and long in years. Maybe never. She said that he took things very slowly once she convinced him that he was much longer and thicker than she was used to and to not be disappointed if she could not take him all the way the first time.

"From the time of his entry I was moaning but when he hit my G spot I started to orgasm. I never stopped. It was like a rolling light show. When one orgasm was waning he would thrust harder and another would start. My pussy was so wet that my ass was sloppy wet from the over flow. Finally he was near his orgasm and he thrust so hard that he was punishing my clit. When he did that I screamed so loud that he just stopped. I think that he believed that he had hurt me I couldn't stop shaking and then everything just went black. When I came to he had a wet cloth and was wiping my face. He asked me if I was ok and I just smiled."

Cindy looked at me and said "I love you honey. Thank you so much for this. I know you must have been concerned for my love for you while I was gone." She kissed me slowly and said that she wanted to show me how much she loved me.

She slid my zipper open and took my dick in her mouth. Normally just a quick suck would have had me hard but after two minutes of oral I was still soft.

The look of concern in her eyes at my lack of response must have given me away because her look changed from concern to fear. I think at that moment she realized that I was not ok with what we had done.

I had not spoken a word from the time she had started describing her fucking. But I think my eyes had explained my feelings. Sadness.

I knew that I would never make love to my wife again and feel her sense of being satisfied. I was doomed forever to being the second best man in her love life. She had tasted the equivalent of sexual prime rib and I was now the equivalent of a cheap burger. How could I compete to the earthshaking orgasms that she enjoyed in the past few days.

She had emasculated me as if she had just cut my balls off. I looked into her eyes and just said "I'm sorry." I got up and put my dick away, zipped up and said. "Would you like a drink? I think I want one." she just said no and that she was tired and would I mind if she went to bed? I just nodded.

As I drank i went over what had happened. I had given my wife permission to give her body to another man. Did that make me a cuckold? I didn't feel like I thought a man would feel like as a cuckold. Did I feel anger at her for giving him something that I treasured? No we had agreed to let her do this but I did feel sadness in that I believed that he owned her pussy now because he could drive her better after only three days than I could have after ten years of practice. He had in only three days given her something that I couldn't for the past three months. An orgasm.

The remnants of my male ego had been shattered.

I went to bed in our guest room after checking on Cindy. She was sleeping soundly with a smile on her face. A smile that I had not put there. With a heavy heart I got my clothes for work in the morning and went to the guest room to sleep alone. I felt Cindy would not say it to my face but I knew that I would never again make love to my wife with the same passion ever again.

I was awakened by the alarm and took care of my morning routine. As I was getting ready to go out the door there was still no Cindy so I peeked again in our room. She was still sleeping with the same smile and I had the impression that she was dreaming. I knew she had the day off so I slowly closed the door and left.

I don't know if I got any worthwhile work done that day. I was so preoccupied that I was on autopilot the entire day.

When i opened the door at home it smelled like dinner was well on the way. Cindy kissed me slowly and said that I was to shower, relax until she called me that it was ready.

We had a leisurely dinner but I could tell that she had something to tell me. She kept fidgeting in her seat and was a bit nervous the longer we sat. I didn't think I was going to like what she had to say but I wanted her to be the one to begin so I was just reacting to her dinner talk.

Finally with dinner over I helped her clean up and asked if she would like to talk about her trip some more over a glass of wine.

She agreed so we sat together in the den with our wine. I said that I would like to go first so I told her that I truly understood her problem and I wanted to know that my wife was satisfied sexually because unless she felt satisfied, i didn't feel like a competent lover anymore. I said that my problem the day before was, I felt, directly the result of the recent revelation of my not being able to satisfy her and that the success of her love making session with 'Mr Big Dick.'

I also gently berated her for not letting me know sooner that we had a problem in the bedroom. I was disappointed in her because she let our problem go till she was sexually frustrated. The fact that she had seen her doctor was a plus but still I was essentially the last to know. I looked her in the eyes and asked her a question

"Sweetie what are we going to do now? In other words where do we go from here?"

Cindy apologized for not informing me sooner but she was worried that the problem was her and that I would worry about her.

I could see conflicting emotions in her eyes as she said something I thought i would never hear from her. "Where we are going from here is this. I love you but you don't satisfy me in bed. I have already contacted 'Mr. Big Dick' and I will be seeing him tonight in a hotel room. He is in town to deal with a vendor that they purchase belts from. He will only be here today and tomorrow morning. I didn't know he would be in town till i called him this morning and I agreed that we could see each other tonight. I also told him that we would have sex, and tonight would not be the last time. I want you both to be my lovers. You are my husband so i will never cut you off from the lovemaking that we have always shared. He will give me the orgasms that you cannot anymore."

My heart was crushed at that moment. Not only was my wife ripping my heart out by telling me that she was going to have an affair, she had pretty much told me that it was a done deal. I was an official card carrying cuckold now. I now was officially second on Cyndi's list as a lover.

I asked her if she was sure, if she was positively sure that she wanted to end our marriage this way.

The wide eyed look she gave me made me falter for a second. Cindy yelled "We are not divorcing! We are staying married! I love you. This is about satisfying my sexual cravings! Have you ever satisfied a craving for chocolate for instance or eaten at a certain restaurant because you crave the food they serve? This is no different. I don't love him. I love you but you can't satisfy me."

I was stunned trying to think of anything to say. Finally in anger I said, "If you go to him tonight we will be done, I will not share your body with anyone. I was wrong in allowing you to proceed with your little experiment and I am saying now that if you go to him tonight, we are finished."

I saw nothing but anger in her eyes. She stood up pulled her dress off and said "See this body? See these breasts? See this pussy? They belong to me! They don't belong to you. I am not a slave. I am not your chattel. I am my own woman. If you choose to divorce me because I choose to give myself the pleasure that you cannot then you don't deserve me."

With that statement she said it was time to get ready to leave. She went to the bathroom and soon I heard the shower start. I knew that if she went out the door tonight that we were done. I couldn't abide sharing her body with another man. The complications that would entail were numerous. Possibly exposing myself to disease, her getting pregnant by him, the oath that we had made to each other to remain exclusive to each other were just a few things that had run through my mind.

Suddenly I had another thought. Cindy's little tirade sounded a bit rehearsed like she had practiced it. Had she manufactured this entire scenario after finding out that her G spot was further down her canal than most women? Had she told me the truth that she couldn't orgasm with me? Was this a plan to cheat without hiding it from me? Most important was...DID SHE ACTUALLY THINK THAT I WOULD GO ALONG WITH THIS BULLSHIT WITHOUT COMPLAINT?... Was I a wimp for letting her try her little experiment? She had thrown the gauntlet down and now i had to choose. Was I man enough to let her choose how many and how often men other than me were allowed access to what had been my private domain for ten years?

The shower had stopped and I heard her talking on her cell phone but couldn't hear well enough to understand. Cindy was in the bedroom when I found her. She had her suitcase open and was putting some clothes and underwear in. without looking up she said "I'm going to spend the night with him tonight."

"You have decided that you own my body and I will not allow anyone to possess what is mine to give or not to give. When I get home we will decide when or even IF I will allow you access to my body again. If you don't abide by these new rules then you can file for divorce."

"Good by Dave."

Then she left.

I had no way of knowing at that moment that I would never get a chance to speak to her again.

I sat in the den with a drink and mourned the end of what I believed were ten years of happy marriage. I went over the years and could find nothing, no moment, no trigger to the events of the last few weeks. I started to wonder if I was a bad lover. Was it my fault? Did I drive her away? I couldn't imagine why it took her ten years to figure out that I wasn't satisfying her sexually. What should I do? Did I even know who my wife was? I certainly don't know the woman that left me tonight. Should I kick her to the curb for finding out how to get an orgasm? Am I just being selfish because she has injured my male ego? These are the questions that ran through my mind all night. I had been humiliated. My male ego was all but crushed.