Her Lover is Much Bigger

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed with a box of Magnum condoms in your hand when your wife steps into the room. You look up and for a moment panic washes over her face. It’s gone just as quickly as it arrived, though.

“You’ve been looking through my things,” she says before glancing at her nightstand.

You hold up the box of condoms and ask, “Why do you have these?”

“Why do you think?” she asks.

There’s only one answer, but it’s awfully painful. “Because you’re cheating on me?” you say.

“I’m not just cheating on you,” she says. “I’m cheating on you with someone that has a much, much bigger cock than yours. Magnum condoms are for the small number of men in the world blessed with something far more impressive between their legs than you’ve ever been able to offer.”

“Is that why you’re fucking him?” you ask as anger wells up inside you.

“Yes,” she says. “Size matters, and in that department you come up woefully short.”

You look down at the box of condoms and you’re struck by a surprising question. You wonder what your cock would look like if you were wearing a Magnum. Would you look tiny? Would it even fit? Would it be so loose that it would just fall off.

Your wife approaches, reaches out, and takes the box from you. She upends it over her nightstand and half a dozen condoms pour out. “This box came with twelve condoms,” she says. “I bought it two weeks ago. He’s already fucked me six times since then. He’s stretched out your wife’s tight pussy half a dozen times in two weeks.”

Something’s happening to you. You should be yelling at your wife, or at least walking out on her. You’re not, though. Instead, you’re slowly getting caught up in an unexpected swirl of desire.

“He fucked me last Friday,” she says. “He fucked me in our bed while you were at work. He was here, deep inside me, half an hour before you got home.”

She moves closer and steps between your legs. You reach up and run your fingers under her t-shirt and over the soft, smooth flesh of her stomach. You look up and see that her eyes are alive with desire.

“I seduced you that day,” she says. “Right after you got home from work. I led you into the bedroom. I got on my knees and I sucked your cock. What you didn’t know was that I’d sucked his big cock in that same spot not an hour earlier. What you didn’t know was that I was thinking about him as I blew you. I was thinking about how his fat cock stretched my lips so much wider than yours. I was thinking about how hard he’d fucked me with his fat cock, and about how hard he’d made me cum.”

Your fingers continue their journey up her shirt and you grasp your wife’s breast through the thin material of her bra. She unleashes a soft, quick moan and takes her shirt off before unhooking her bra. She leans closer and you kiss the soft flesh of her breasts. You take her nipple into your mouth and flick your tongue back and forth over it, eliciting yet another moan, this one longer and louder.

“I pushed you into the bed after sucking you until you were moaning for me,” she says. “I got on top and I took you inside me. I rode you like a good wife, but I couldn’t feel your little cock. I couldn’t feel you at all, not after he’d stretched me out that day. It was like you weren’t even inside me.”

She pushes you back into the bed and takes your pants off. You help her. You’re not sure why, but you want her. Your cock is hard and it wants to be inside her. She strips to her panties and straddles you. She rubs her pussy over your stiffness and you feel her wetness. She’s so turned on she’s already soaked through her panties.

“Do you want me?” she asks.

You nod and she smiles and pulls her panties aside. You’re inside her a moment later. Her pussy is hot and soaking wet as she swallows you whole.

“Can you feel me now?” you ask.

“No,” she says. “I can’t feel a thing.”

Your pleasure deepens without your wife doing a thing. The idea that she can’t feel your cock is arousing for reasons you don’t understand.

“But that’s because I cheated on you today,” she says. “I told you I was going shopping, and I was, but I went to his place on the way home. He fucked me in his bed. He stretched my pussy so good.”

It’s insane, but you’re on the verge of an orgasm.

“Can you feel how wet I am?” she asks.

You nod.

“That’s because he didn’t use a condom today,” she says. “I let him cum inside me. Your cock is bathed in his cum.”

You cry out and cum inside your wife. She puts her hands on your chest and gently grinds her pussy over your cock, offering you that little bit of extra stimulation that makes for a truly perfect orgasm.

“Did he really cum inside you?” you ask.

“He did,” she replies. “And he’ll be doing it again, too. I’m not making him use condoms anymore. It was so much better without one.”

She climbs off of you and walks towards the bathroom. She rounds the corner and you’re left in the bed contemplating the seemingly massive changes your life has just undergone. You’re not sure what you’re going to do, but at least you just had a fantastic orgasm.