The Adult Story Hub

This work is copyrighted to the author © 2000. =- Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration.
By Lyndon Brown (indysheets@hotmail.com)

I came across a story, "Wife Sharing Nightmare" by Shock, a rework of another story, "Badfuck" by Karl Kramer. I was inspired to write my own version, to twist my own particular kink in the tale.
Size doesn't matter, except to the women to whom it matters. I learned that this month. I've learned a lot about penis size and women lately. Most I wish I could forget.
Joanie and I had been married for over twenty years.We were both virgins when we met in college. She was seeing someone else at home. He was pressuring her into marriage. She went with both of us for a while, seeing me at school during the week, and him in her hometown on weekends. But I won her heart and her virginity.
I graduated a year before her. I got my first job, and moved away. I played the field extensively, before satisfying myself that she was the one for me. She was never with anyone else during that time and I was secretly grateful.
We got married just after she graduated.
My problems started six weeks ago, at the mall. My wife and I have a game we play on escalators. With her on the step above me, I press up against her from behind. This puts her hand at just the right height to fondle my cock. We rode for several flights, surrounded by crowds, isolated within the handrail walls, with her stroking my erection. Usually I have a coat or shopping bag for concealment when we step off, or I just walk closely behind her, until things subside.
This time my hands were empty, and she scampered off to a sales table, leaving me exposed. We had a whispered argument among the racks of purses. I was upset about being seen with an erection in my Dockers. She didn't understand. "Your little thing," she said, "It's not like it's big enough for anyone to notice!"
After twenty years of marriage I had become too small for her, and I didn't know why. I had never seen another man erect, so I had no basis for comparison. I just assumed I was average. From that point in time I was "Tiny." My cock was," that little thing" or "the teeny weenie," my erections became "small problems."
Our sex life didn't change much at first, until the day she first gave me deep throat. I was so stunned that I lost my erection. This was something she had never attempted with me before. A whole new skill. I was blown away by the ease with which she took all of me into her mouth and throat. Where had she learned this?
Who had taught her? Who had she practiced on? How big must he have been, if she could take me so easily?
I accused her of cheating on me. She lashed out at me for not trusting her. She tearfully confessed that she was dissatisfied with me because she had never been with anyone else. She told me that her fiancee, had been bigger, and that she wished now that she had done more with him. She said I hadn't given her anywhere near the amount of orgasms she should have had.
We finally patched things up. She told me I was all she ever really wanted, but I became obsessed. I read everything I could find on sexuality, on sexual technique, on women's sexual responses. I read dozens of articles and web pages with variations of the title "Does size matter?" I found surveys, tables, and charts and graphs on penis size: I was either dead average, or an inch below, depending on the author. One source said I measured up to the average thirteen-year- old! I learned sensual massage, and techniques for the tongue and fingers. I attended a seminar on oral sex. I lurked in forums on hot wives, on cheating wives, and on swapping couples. I read too many stories about husbands who shared their wives with other, larger, men.
I felt I was in competition with every other man for my Joanie's affection. The idea of watching my wife with another man, and then proving my superiority over him, stuck in my mind. While I couldn't compete in size, my superior skills and knowledge would win my wife back again. In one step, I could restore our relationship, by giving her an experience with a large cock, and then proving that I was better.
Joanie was never really sold on this idea but she weakened to the point that one night she finally said she would do it, for me, if this was what I needed to overcome my depression. I convinced her this was the only way to repair our marriage. I convinced her that there was nothing I wanted more.
I found the guy in the showers at the gym. He was a well-developed weight lifter. He was as long soft as I am hard. I invited him to the bar around the corner from the Gym, and after a few beers and a description of my pretty wife he agreed to participate.
I could tell by the size of the bulge in his sweatpants that he had a tool big enough to help convince my wife that size wasn't what she needed, and to provide me the test I wanted.
Saturday was her birthday, so I decided to set it up then. I called her from work and told her I wanted her to be dressed very sexy for me when I got home. My sweet wife agreed, not suspecting that I was bringing someone home with me.
When I got home, Joanie met me at the front door wearing a see-through white teddy and very black panties that barely covered her crotch. It was obvious she wore no bra. She looked fantastic. Even if I weren't planning to fulfill a fantasy that evening, she would have turned me on with that outfit. I could tell the she was turned on herself.
She gave me a big smile and a kiss, but then noticed the man standing behind me. She abruptly pulled away and stepped back as I walked in with our new friend following. She turned her back and was fleeing upstairs when I called out after her to stay.
She looked embarrassed and said that she didn't feel properly dressed for company. I introduced her to Hank and said that he wasn't just company, that she should stay.
Joanie remained hesitant for a moment and then realized what I had in mind. She stood awkwardly for a minute, then uneasily took a seat on the living room couch, crossing her legs to cover her crotch.
Hank and I sat down across from her. I wished her happy birthday. I told her that Hank was her present.
She looked upset. She asked me if I was really sure this was what I wanted.
I assured her that it was exactly what I wanted. It was something our marriage needed in order to recover. Then, strangely excited, I invited Hank to enjoy my wife. We had agreed in the bar that I was going to watch them make love.
He got up and went over to my anxious wife and sat down beside her. He immediately started playing with her firm breasts through the lace of her teddy. He moved her hand to the lump in his pants. He worried her breasts and nipples with his tongue and teeth. Almost against her will, Joanie's nipples began to grow and harden. Her juices began to flow I could tell. My wife was still very nervous. She looked to me, with a silent plea in her eyes for help.
I shook my head no.
Finally she lay back against the cushions on the couch, and let Hank have his way with her.
He wasted no time. He stood up, pulled Joanie's panties off and spread her legs apart. My lovely wife opened her eyes in fright when she felt her panties being removed. She looked at me pleadingly as he dropped his pants.
I wasn't disappointed when I saw the size of his erection. It was completely hard and huge.
My wife saw his over-sized tool too. She looked at me with a worried expression on her pretty face, trembling.
I just smiled at them and nodded.
She looked over at me and pleaded, asking one last time, "Honey is this really what you want?"
I nodded again, and said in a husky voice, "Yes. Yes it is."
She looked deeply into my eyes. After a moment, very hesitantly, she lay back again with a look of resigned acceptance on her face.
Hank finished climbing out of his pants.
In the bar I had told him that he would have to use a condom because my wife wasn't on the pill. I had a vasectomy ten years ago after a near fatal problem pregnancy. He agreed to use one.
Hank quickly pulled a condom out of his wallet and rolled it onto that monster cock of his. Then he stepped between Joanie's lovely thighs, grabbed her legs, and placed then up over his shoulders.
All the research I had done didn't really prepare me for what I was actually about to see. I thought that this moment would be arousing, but when I saw Hank start to press that huge monster into my wife, when I saw her wince as he started stretching her pussy, the true reality of the whole situation hit home. What the hell was I doing? Here was my pretty wife, who I loved more than life, having her most private parts invaded by a stranger. I couldn't take it any longer. I jumped up and yelled, "Stop! I've changed my mind!"
I crossed the room and grabbed Hank by the shoulders. I yelled that I'd made a mistake and that he'd better go. Suddenly the whole sight made me sick. I wanted to vomit. What had I done?
But the worst was yet to come.
When I grabbed Hank by the shoulder, he turned and slapped me across the face. The blow knocked me backward on my ass, leaving me dazed. I jumped up again to tear him off of my wife, but this time he punched me in the stomach, forcing all the air out of my lungs.
Hank grunted, and yelled that there was no way he was NOT going to fuck my wife now. He swore at both of us, calling her a "cock-tease" and cursing at me. He yelled," If we tried to stop him, he'd teach us a lesson we would never forget!"
All I could do was gasp for air and watch as he again grabbed my wife's legs, thrusting them over his shoulders as before.
Joanie screamed. She struggled with him to break free, but from that position she couldn't get away.
Hank growled, "OK asshole, watch this!"
I looked on in horror as he held my wife's legs with one hand and reached down and pulled the condom off his big swollen cock with the other.
Joanie heard it snap as it came off and immediately reached down with both hands to cover her pussy. She pleaded with Hank not to do this. But it was no use.
He just pushed her hands aside and moved his cock into position at the entrance to her pussy. He moved it up and down within her slit, oiling it with her juices and opening her lips. He shoved into her. Hank only got the head of his prick into her at first, but he thrust again.
My wife screamed as her pussy stretched wide to accommodate this invading monster.
I felt terrible. I was helpless, I couldn't move. I felt guilty that what I was watching was making me hard. I didn't want to be turned-on by it, I was horrified.
After several mighty thrusts he had forced his cock all the way into her. Hank held himself there for a bit while my wife caught her breath and the pain subsided.
He withdrew to the rim of his cockhead, then thrust in again, fully. My wife gasped in pain. He held there again, reaming her opening, sliding just an inch up and down, spreading her lubricant. He withdrew all the way to the very tip of that massive cock, then impaled her again in one slow swoop.
Joanie, my wife, my beloved, gasped in something other than pain.
Then the big brute started riding her for all she was worth.
My poor wife was helpless to stop him, and I was completely useless, even after I finally caught my breath and struggled to my feet. I stared in horror as what I thought would be the prelude to the most erotic experience of our lives turned into my worst nightmare.
To make matters worse, Joanie continued to relax, and then to enjoy his brutish penetration. The fatal insult came when she started to thrash about in orgasm. I couldn't believe that she could come after what had just taken place, but she did. She started again, groaning with every stroke. One of his hands were between them, on her clit, forcing her to a second orgasm.
"Harder. Deeper," she moaned. Her hands grasped his ass, pulling him deeper. Her body betrayed us with another explosive orgasm. When she pulled his head down for a tongue-swapping kiss, it tore my heart out by the roots. I couldn't handle it anymore. I left them grunting and groaning like animals, while I crept off to the kitchen, trying to block out the sound and sight of what was happening in the living room.
I couldn't bear to hear the wet sloppy fucking noises anymore. I especially couldn't bear hearing my wife begging for more, moaning as he bottomed out in her ruined pussy, whining as that bastard fucked her to orgasm. It seemed forever before I heard him yelling that he was going to come.
I rushed into the room. I heard my wife plead with him to take it out and shoot on her, but he wasn't going to deny himself and just kept pumping her deeply. My poor wife screamed, "No! Please don't do this to me, I'm not on the pill."
The bastard laughed and said, "I know."
"Please," she begged," please come in my mouth."
The bastard laughed. "Next time," he said. He made one last plunge into her and held himself there while his cock spasmed. He shot his huge load into my wife. I could see his body tense as his seed spurted into my helpless wife.
As the couple's bodies slowly relaxed, the silence in the room was deafening. Joanie just lay there, in shock. I should have killed myself right then. I slunk back into the kitchen as Hank got up and put his pants back on. As he walked by the door, he said, "Thanks for the use of your wife's pussy, asshole. I'll be back."
After the door closed, I looked into the living room. My wife was still lying on the couch. I could see that her pussy was torn and badly stretched. His sperm was leaking out of her. Her eyes were glassy, but she had a satisfied half-smile on her face that just crushed me.
I helped her up and got her showered. I tried calming down. For all I knew, she could be pregnant!
My dad was a mechanic. He always told me, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
I wish to God that I'd listened to him.