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Archive name: size.txt (MF wife-sharing, cons?)
Authors name: Lyndon Brown (indysheets@hotmail.com) 
Story title : Size

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Size (MF wife-sharing, cons?)
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.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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