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I married Stan when I was in my early twenties; I was from a very small town, my parents kept me on a very short leash but had allowed me to date Stan throughout high school – but no sex and because I was so naïve, I never thought anything of it.
Looking back, it was weird – all of my girlfriends were taking cock and bragging about it and often enough I never knew what they were talking about. When my girlfriends went out with their boyfriends they went to parties, danced and fucked everywhere they could; going out with Stan was boring in comparison but was all I knew. He never made advances on me, we never had sex until we were married, and on the night of our honey moon – it was a disappointing act of genitals barely touching before Stan blew a tiny wad of what looked like cum on our marital bed. Afterwards, I just laid there and did not feel much; so that was it – I was young and dumb and not knowing anything I accepted my fate. That is until I found Jeff jerking his meat in the stairwell and I finally got sight of what a real man’s cock looks like!
I pulled up to my driveway and saw Stan standing in the window watching me; I realized I was four hours late. I walked in the house and faced Stan directly in the living room and told him how I had spent the last four hours sucking cock.
“You have sucked off a guy from work and also a complete stranger and you stand there saying this so matter-of-fact!” Stan declared after I was done with my story.
“Yes, well I guess it is a fact Stan, your cock is small and mostly limp and I don’t get off on it. These men were hard, big… massive even and the difference I cannot, will not, ignore and I have no intentions of stopping now!”
Stan hung his head in humiliation and I placed my hand on his shoulder and suddenly had an idea that, while I was not sure how I figured Stand would go for it, somehow I figured that Stand – being small and pathetic in the cock-meat department – may find a natural desire to join me sucking cock simply due to the age-old human concept that if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em!
“Stan,” I began gently squeezing his shoulder for reassurance, “I’m not saying I want a divorce, or I don’t love you, I’m saying I have needs and I want you to join me on this journey. I need you with me and I want you to suck some cock too!”
Stan made a gulping
noise – was his mouth watering,
I pondered, did he just lick his
lips?
“Stan,
darling,” I said looking him gently in the eyes, “is there
something you want to confess?”
“I do yes…” He began and then waited…. “I always think about sucking cock, all the time, since we were in high school together – that’s why I didn’t care about fucking – I wanted to suck dick, but I had no idea why… maybe it’s because I have such a small dick?”
“Probably,” I agreed, “well lets not let this stop us from having fun! There are lots of ways you can satisfy me baby, and you can begin by sucking off Jeff’s massive cock – I’m going to make him come over her tomorrow…”
“Make him?” Stan asked, his eyes narrowed questing me.
“Yes, my love… make him… I do have my ways!”
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