Size Matters to Her

Your wife looks like she just finished the best date of her life. She has a big smile on her face as she steps into the house and she's moving as if she's floating. She does a little spin in the living room as she approaches the couch and you notice that the back of her hair is awfully messy.

You sit up straight and your pulse quickens. "Did he...did he fuck you?" you ask.

A guilty look flashes across her face before your wife bites her lower lip and nods. "He did."

"But...but we said no sex on the first date. We said you'd take it slow," you reply.

"I know, but his cock was just so big, baby," she says before sinking onto the couch and cuddling up next to you. "We were kissing in his car in the restaurant parking lot. His hands were doing a little bit of exploring over my body. He slipped one into my top - thank you for suggesting something low cut, by the way - and it just felt so good that I let my hands wander between his legs. That's when I felt it."

"His cock?" you ask.

She nods. "It was so big, baby. He was hard, of course, and he was so fucking big. It was long and thick and I couldn't help myself. I told him to take me back to his place, and then I unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and went down on him while he drove."

"Holy shit," you say. "You gave him head...you gave him a blowjob in the car?"

Your wife reaches over and strokes you through your pants. She smiles and nods. Then she leans closer, kisses your neck, and unleashes a soft moan before saying, "Baby, I sucked his cock in the car. I sucked his big, glorious, beautiful cock. I was like an entirely different woman. It was like I was possessed, like the only thing I could think about was having that big cock inside me."

You're upset with her for breaking the rules you'd established together, and yet your dick is hard as a rock. Part of you wants to get in a fight with your wife because she did precisely what she said she wouldn't do. Part of you wants to strip her naked and fuck her right there on the couch.

You're about to ask another question when she unzips your pants and pulls your dick out. She moans as her fingers encircle your cock and it feels heavenly when she strokes you, so much so that you can't think about anything other than the intense pleasure unfolding between your legs.

"Was he bigger than me?" you ask.

"Oh, honey, you're small compared to him," she says softly. Her lips brush against your neck and she moans before adding, "He's much, much bigger than you. And I have to say, size really does matter."

"It…it does?" you ask.

"It felt so good to have him inside me," she says. "The moment he slid into my pussy...it was unlike anything I've ever experienced. He was so long and thick. He reached so deep inside me. It felt like he was stretching out my pussy in the most incredible way. I can't tell you how good it felt...how badly I needed it. I didn't even know I needed it, but once he was inside me it was like he was giving me something I've been missing my whole life."

You're so turned on that your wife's hand feels heavenly as she strokes you. It's like every nerve ending in your cock has come alive. You're convinced it would feel intensely pleasurable if she did nothing more than gently blow on the tip of your cock.

"How did he fuck you?" you ask.

She smiles, releases your cock, and stands up. She strips in front of you and then takes your hand and helps you out of your clothes. She leads you to the kitchen, sits on the table, and spreads her legs.

"We didn't even get to the bedroom," she says. "Well, the first time, at least."

She grabs your cock and guides you between her legs. You slide into her pussy - which feels as warm and wet as it ever has - and you close your eyes and unleash a long, low moan as a particularly intense kind of pleasure envelops you.

"Did it...when he fucked you, did it feel better...did it feel better than..." You can't quite finish your thought, though you want to hear her say it.

"It felt much better than your cock does," your wife says. She grabs your ass, wraps her legs around you, and encourages you to fuck her, which you do. "Size matters, baby. It does. He was deeper inside me than you've ever been. He stretched out my pussy like no man ever has."

You kiss her. Your tongues mingle as you bathe your cock in the utter joy of her slick pussy. It's more than just how good her pussy feels, though. It's like her words are reverberating around your brain. You're turned on by the idea of his big cock feeling better than yours.

"Say it again," you say. "Tell me he fucked you better than I do."

"He fucked me so much better than you're fucking me right now," your wife replies. She moans louder and digs her fingers into your ass. "That's why I let him have me three times. That's why I let him cum in my mouth the third time. That's why I told him he can have me any time he wants me. He fucked me so much better than you do that I can't stop thinking about him."

You kiss her again. You think about his cum in her mouth and for some reason it turns you on. You fuck her harder. It all feels so fucking good that you can't help yourself.

"Can I fuck him again?" she asks. "Can I let him have me whenever he wants me?"

"Yes," you answer. "You can have him...and his big cock whenever you want."

"Oh, baby, thank you," she replies.

You kiss your wife as her pussy engulfs your cock and offers you the most intense, overwhelming pleasure. She sucks on your tongue and you can't help but think that it was coated with his cum not that long ago.

"Baby, I'm close," you say.

"Do you want me to say it again?" she asks.

It seems insane, but you do want that. "Yes, please, say it again."

"His big cock felt so much better than yours does," she says before moaning loudly. "Your little dick is nothing compared to his. I wish he was inside me right now. I wish he was fucking me again. I wish he was about to cum inside me."

You bury your cock in your wife's pussy and you cum hard. She holds you tight as your body shakes from the pleasure and you nearly topple over. She kisses your neck and runs her hands up and down your back, all while moaning softly.

"Was that good?" she asks.

"I think that might have been the best orgasm I've ever had," you reply.

"I said that to my date earlier tonight," she says. "Because he made me cum so fucking hard on his big cock."

You smile and say, "Did you really tell him he could have you any time?"

"I did," she says. "And I intend on letting him have me anytime he wants me."

You feel lucky. It's perhaps a little crazy to feel that way, but you do, and with any lucky you'll get to have lots more orgasms like the one you just experienced.