It
happened more and more frequently that when I had sex with Mick, I
couldn't really feel him. My pussy had really stretched a lot. “A
big cock's slutty pussy”, said Mick, who loved to feel “lost in
space” inside me. He liked it a lot when I said thinks like, “I
can't feel you”, “Mark would be so much bigger”, “what a
beautiful cock X has got”, or when I simply typed messages into my
computer, not caring about the fact that he was trying to fuck me.
“Maybe
it could help you if you knew what other people think about having a
threesome?” he suggested one day. I wasn't quite happy about it. I
didn't like the idea of people I know, or even worse, friends,
knowing about my sex life. I never ask anybody about their sex lives,
I'm not interested, it's their thing, so I don't want to talk about
it myself. It's private. On the other hand, maybe I could ask people
who are not really friends?
Mick
had known a very nice person on the internet who enjoyed having his
wife shagged by a big one, and he confirmed that there's no going
back: once a woman tries a large, dominant cock, she usually wants to
go on doing it. Hm. Would I want this? Becoming big-cock-dependent? I
couldn't tell. One night while we were having sex Mick told me again
how surprised he was about me, how I had changed, and how large my
pussy had become. I grinned and thought of Fred. Fred and his little
thing. Mick noticed my expression and rightly guessed: “Are you
thinking of Fred?” I nodded. He continued: “You always said he
was very small, but how small was he really? Maybe you're just saying
that so as not to make me feel bad.” I snorted. “No dear, he was
really very small. I really don't understand now how I could ever
have had sex with him.” I was astonished at hearing my own words,
but I was really thinking what I had said at that moment. Mick then
said: “Why don't you call him and ask him if he would have enjoyed
having his wife shagged by a real cock?” I laughed out loud:
“Believe me, he's really not the type. He wears his little one very
proudly, as if it was huge.” “Well, at least I want to know how
long it really is. Call him up.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.”
“Please”.
In
the end I gave in, but I was not very light-hearted when I phoned my
ex who was, of course, very surprised. Mick and I were still
shagging, but he kept really silent, so that Fred must have thought I
was just masturbating, and swiftly followed suit. I found it hard to
concentrate and in the end we managed to exchange just a few words,
then he came and Mick and I also came to an end. I didn't have the
chance to ask him if maybe he would have liked to be cuckolded, but I
did ask him to tell me how long his dick was, and he had the cheek to
answer: “16 cm.” I almost jumped and got angry, because Mick
would take me for a liar now. But he didn't and he had an idea: in
exchange for a couple of my pictures with a dildo inserted he should
send me a picture or a video back of his cock. I did what Mick
suggested and Fred sent me
the pictures and the video. When we looked at them, I couldn't help
grinning broadly. “16 cm my ass! See? It's tiny. Never again would
I allow someone with such a small dick to shag me!” “Calm down”,
Mick grinned as well, because I had told the truth and because it was
really, rally tiny. In fact, it looked like a plum. Poor Fred, his
dick could swim now in my pussy. “What about John?” he asked.
“You said he was only a bit larger than me, but I don't know how
much.” “Well, how will I find out?” I replied. “I haven't
heard him for ages, I can't just send him an e-mail asking him how
long his dick is.” Mick paused to think and then said: “When I
log in with your address, I see him online sometimes. I'll just
pretend to be you and find out.”
I
was a little sceptical, but I trusted Mick. He sometimes logged in
with my name and chatted a little with our common friends, in order
to learn what they thought about me and himself. I had no problem
with that, as long as he didn't write anything I would never even
think, but he knew me really well by then. And so, chatting with an
unsuspecting John, Mick really found out how long it was... 16 cm,
just 1,5 cm longer than his own. We also tried finding out if he
would be interested in a threesome now, but he hadn't changed his
mind. He wouldn't mind a quick fuck at all, but only with me, and
that was out of the question. Only I was really, really curious now
and thought: I might as well try... we'll only find out if we like it
by doing it! So, at long last, after months and months, possibly
years of struggling with myself, I told Mick I had decided I wanted
to try it out. We decided to give it a go.
