Korina's Observations

 Chapter One- The Development of My Personal Life

My daily work can often make me realize just how awesome my sex life is. Real people have real problems in their sex lives.

Not me.

My marriage and our sex has been good from day one, but it seems only to improve when we make changes or add...what's the word I'm looking for? Features? Elements?

I have very few particulars that I care to try. I only have one sexual desire that is somewhat difficult to accommodate for my partner. I enjoy spontaneity. I want to be scooped up and taken back to the bedroom to get fucked just because Kevin is horny and wants to take me right then and there. Kevin isn't really that guy. He's not an initiator. And he has had self confidence issues, at least in the past, that probably still control his willingness to be that confident, take me in his arms and have his way with me, kind of guy.

As followers will remember, my husband has a few sexual desires that many would consider outside-the-box. He is stimulated by a variety of verbal cues, toy play and other types of sexual scenarios, verbal and physical alike, that involve acknowledgement and or demonstration of the smaller than average size of his penis.

Of course, I don't find his penis too small. But that's not the point.

The point is, the sexual preferences and or tendencies displayed by my partner are not difficult, or stress inducing, or physically demanding in any negative ways. In fact, as we have come to learn as an experimental couple, they tend to enhance our sex life.

We both make a concerted effort.

Last week when I got home Kevin wasn't in the living area or kitchen waiting for me like normal. "Kevin?!" I spoke up to see where he was.

"In here," he replied.

When I walked back into the bedroom I found him laying on the bed stroking the tent he had pitched in his briefs.

"Come here," he demanded.

I climbed on top of him to kiss him and began slowly grinding on his boner. Kevin rapidly unbuttoned my blouse and jerked it back off of me more aggressively than normal. He popped off my bra and slung it to the floor. He reached under his pillow and pulled out a silk scarf-like item. I had never seen it before. I had no idea where he got it or what he was about to use it for. Without saying a word he grabbed my wrists, ushered them towards the headboard which was a series of metal designs spaced out a few inches apart. He put my hands together and tied them to the metal rod on the top of the headboard.

He slid down the bed just a bit to briefly lick each of my exposed nipples. He continued to slide down the bed until he was just under my stomach. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. He slid on down between my legs and rolled off the bed. He climbed back up on the bed behind me, shimmied my pants down to where my hips were the widest. Once he got my jeans past my hips he gave them a series of firm, aggressive jerks from the heels and yanked them the rest of the way off. He came back up to do the same with my panties.

Once he had removed my panties he crawled back onto the bed and lifted one of my legs up so he could get underneath me again. He licked and sucked on both of my nipples again, just briefly. He then slid back down and began licking my clit and alternated between licking my clit while he fingered me and sticking his tongue inside me. He did this for several minutes before he slid on down, out from under me. I could hear and feel him moving around on the bed behind me and then all of a sudden he grabbed my hips and thrust himself forcefully into me from behind.

No slow and steady. No more caressing me. He slapped my ass hard one time and began pounding me hard and rapid. With every thrust he was ramming the headboard into the wall. I had to make sure my fingers stayed out of the way of being smashed. He didn't try to hold it in and last longer for my pleasure. I could feel him (and hear him) cum inside me within only a few minutes. I knew this wasn't his mantra. But he did exactly what I said was a fantasy (of sorts) of mine. He was horny. And he used me to get his dick off. And it was fucking hot.

Luckily for me, his true personality also came out. When he was finished he got back underneath me and began massaging my tits, fingering me, sucking my nipples and rubbing my clit until I had a body shaking orgasm. No words were ever spoken. I imagine we just made a bunch of caveman sounds and got our rocks off.

Every day people come to me and pay me money to help them solve some problem, physical or emotional, caused by their partner's sex related predilections. It seems like most couples' sex problems could be solved by communicating with each other and actually trying to fulfill each other's desires. But hey, I like trying to help. And I like money.

I am very fortunate.

I was exhausted by this morning's session but Kevin and I hadn't had sex in a three days prior, which was unusual for us. I knew he had only done that for me. Plus he'd been especially helpful around the house lately while I was finalizing my doctoral thesis. I was too tired to do anything extravagant but I still wanted to do something that I know he'd appreciate.

Kevin had recently expressed interest in incorporating some toys into our sex life. I was certainly interested. We didn't actually discuss at length what types of toys that he or I either one might be interested in. We only discussed the concept of incorporating them.

Neither Kevin nor I were gadget-y kind of people, so when I went online and ordered a toy I kept it pretty basic. I mean, a standard, life-like dildo. Well. Nine inches probably isn't standard. You know what I mean. I got the expensive one with the cyber skin, or real skin, texture. It really did feel very similar to a penis. Though I didn't mean to order it with a suction cup, mine had a suction cup. That wasn't my intention because I envisioned Kevin being the one using it as opposed to me using it for alone time in the shower or something. I prefer dick. And I get it whenever I want. So "alone time" wasn't typically my thing.

Now that I was trying to think of something for Kevin this evening, that suction cup might prove to be useful. I went and took a shower and while I was at it I cleaned and sanitized the new toy to make sure it was prepared for tonight's grand entrance(s). Pun intended.

We typically split the cooking duties based on who got home first. I have to admit, Kevin is the better cook. He likes cooking. I keep things simple so I don't mess them up. Tonight's meal was no different. I just wanted to make sure I had something prepared for him when he got home so we could eat and then have the rest of our evening to have some fun. I put a baked potato in the oven then seasoned a couple chicken breasts with olive oil, salt and pepper. Easy peezy. The entire meal done in the oven.

Hey, I sat out the butter and sour cream for him too.

I figured it was okay for me to be lazy in this endeavor since I was going to give it my all in others. Don't laugh. I was horny.

Kevin was as appreciative as ever when he came home to an already prepared meal. He kissed me on the cheek and told me thank you and that he loved me.

(I'm gonna get some dick tonight!) was running through my head, with a smile on my face.

We ate our dinner, put away our plates and I began gently persuading Kevin to go ahead and jump in the shower. By gently, I mean, I said, "Okay. Now go get your ass in the shower and get cleaned up so we can go fuck."

By the time he turned the water off in the shower I was standing outside the shower curtain ready and waiting with his towel. Instead of just handing it to him I decided to go ahead and start the foreplay by drying him off myself. I started with his feet and worked my way up. After drying him from head to toe we walked around the corner into the bedroom. I gave him a slight shove to sit him down on the side of the bed.

I grabbed a pillow from my side of the bed to put under my knees and I knelt down in front of him to start to suck him. Because of the bit of full body drying, he had already begun to get aroused. It didn't take thirty seconds of sucking him to get his cock fully hard. After sucking him for a couple minutes I stood up to go open the top drawer of our night stand to whip out the new toy. He had no idea what was going on, so the excitement of something new made his cock twitch. I took the toy in one hand and placed it right beside him on the bed as if that cock was sitting right beside him in the same position he was in so as to give him the size difference visual. I alternated sucking the huge toy and him, trying to make sure I kept eye contact with him regardless of which one I was sucking. I didn't offer any verbal stimulation at first, instead I gave him some subtle looks of struggle on my face as I came up from deep throating the bigger dick. I even offered a couple of brief choking or gagging sounds so as of increase the audible effect.

After a few minutes of alternating between sucking him and Mr. Nine (I think that'll be my nickname for that thing forever), I stood up and turned around to suction Mr. Nine to the wall behind me. I placed it at a height where I could remain on my hands and knees to have it inside me in doggystyle position while I continued to give Kevin head.

I got Mr. Nine suctioned at the right height and returned to the floor between Kevin and the wall. I started to back myself onto Mr. Nine but I couldn't get it inside me. No acting here. I really wasn't used to this size anymore and I couldn't get it in. I hope it was just an added psychological bonus for Kevin when I stood back up and returned to the night stand to retrieve some lube. As I grabbed it and began to open the bottle I looked at Kevin and said, "I didn't expect to not be able to get it in. That's a huge dick. I'm not used to such a big cock anymore," as I grinned slyly at him. It had the desired effect. He got more physically involved immediately. He bent over and used one hand on the back of each of my butt cheeks to help spread me out and back myself onto it. He then immediately sat back to his position and grabbed my head gently with both hands to force my mouth deeper onto his cock.

"Mmmmm," was the only noise I could make, as I now had his cock fully in my mouth and had slid further down onto the huge dildo.

Upon gathering my sensations I slowly pulled my mouth back up his shaft, took my mouth all the way off slowly as I let my lips provide a bit of extra caressing on the head of his cock and said, "God he's huge."

"Yeah?" he asked. "Is it bigger than you've had in the past?"

I looked up at him and smiled with my eyes while his cock was still in my mouth. I slowly pulled my lips off his shaft and said, "You get so turned on by the size comparisons. I love the way your cock reacts!"

I briefly went all the way back down on his cock and came back up. "It's probably longer than the first guy. But it's not as thick as either of them. And the other guy was pretty much the same length. His dick was so big."

Kevin stood up from his seated position on the bed, gently grabbed all of my hair, making sure all of it was out of my eyes so he could see my eyes while he began to slowly pick up the pace of face fucking me.

This didn't last long. He was ready to give it to me. He grabbed me under both my arms and ushered me up and onto the bed. He laid down on the bed and motioned for me to climb aboard.

His cock was so hard that aside from his natural curve he was pointing almost perfectly straight up and I was so wet that I just briefly felt around for his cock with my pussy until I felt his head brush against me, got myself into a more accurate position and slid onto his cock without using my hands. I assumed that if I could manage the feat that he would recognize that as me showing him that it was only because he was small enough that I could accomplish that.

Upon entering me I offered Kevin a slight chuckle because I knew he would respond.

"What?" he asked as if he knew what my response would be.

"I wasn't sure I would feel you after that," I grinned. "You feel very nice."

Despite what Kevin thought, or may have thought, about his size, it was the perfect length to hit my G-spot in every position we made love in. And the head of his cock really was perfect. It was thick and always so engorged that once he was inside me he stretched me out right at the right spots.

It's amazing to me in a lot of ways how men with penises the size of Kevin's could feel like they are inadequate. I mean, I understand that women are different sizes and shapes as well and one size does not fit all. But if the idea is to provide a woman with maximum pleasure, a penis that is too big misses the pleasure zone and can even poke and prod into the cervix, which can hurt. Sure it may be aesthetically pleasing to see a really well endowed man. But physical pleasure seems pretty important to any great sex life.

I don't know what to expect from it, but perhaps one day I will get Kevin to write down his thoughts about the matter. The feeling of being inadequate even though he provides a greater level of physical stimulation, that is.

Chapter Two- Speaking of Feelings of Inadequacy

Kevin and I had long known, being so introverted, that it would do us both some good to make some friends for us to hang out with, party with occasionally, celebrate things with. Kevin was more outgoing than me plus he was around more people in general. Particularly, he was around more people that he had something in common with. I was more of a true introvert. I wanted to hang out with Kevin. And I wanted to hang out with Kevin at home, by ourselves.

But one day after we had discussed it, I ran into a bit of luck. A young woman at the university approached me one day as I was sitting by myself during lunch. I was writing feverishly in an attempt to put together more information for my doctoral thesis. I suppose she recognized the look.

"Excuse me," she offered in a heavy English accent. "You look as busy as I have been and I have nowhere else to sit. Do you mind if I join you? I promise I won't interrupt."

"Of course," I said as I motioned her to the seat across from me.

"What are you working on?" she asked, forgetting about that not interrupting thing she mentioned a full three seconds ago.

"My doctoral thesis," I replied.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed with some exuberance.

"I have been trying to complete my doctorate recently as well," she said.

"Oh really? What are you getting your doctorate in?" I asked, now actually curious. I had always found it much easier to make friends with people of a similar intelligence level as me, as conceited as that sounds.

"Kinesiology," she replied.

"And you?" she inquired.

"Psychology," I answered.

"I'm Megan," she stated as she held out her hand to shake.

"Korina," I said as I shook her hand.

Megan was tall and very slender. She had to be close to six feet tall and probably didn't weigh a hundred and fifteen or twenty pounds. She was darker skinned than what I had stereotyped English women for. Her hair was extraordinarily long. She had brown eyes and was constantly smirking. That sly, I don't know whether to think you're planning something or was just in one of those high on life moments kind of smirk.

We actually hit it off better than I expected. We sat much longer than my typical thirty minutes and done lunches and talked about the doctoral process and the amount of work we had put into our careers, though neither of us actually discussed the details of our careers or future careers. She made the passing offer for her and her boyfriend to meet up and have drinks one evening with Kevin and I as she stood up to leave. But at the time I thought it to be a more sentimental gesture that would likely never come to pass.

But there she was the next day. She opened up immediately that she and her boyfriend had determined that they needed to get out and meet some friends and find time to have some fun outside her studies and his work. Small world. She offered to buy us dinner that Friday night if we were willing. I went ahead and volunteered us to join.

That Friday night Kevin and I got ready and headed down to the local sports bar to meet up with them. I was curious as to what Megan's "type" would be, especially given how tall she was. They arrived a few minutes after us. Her boyfriend immediately introduced himself.

"Hello, I'm Christian," he said as he shook both of our hands. And Megan introduced herself to Kevin.

Christian was of a very similar build as Kevin. He was around six feet two, athletically built, with a thick English accent. He had his hair spiked, wore earrings and had a large tattoo of some sort of superhero themed material on his left arm, running from his elbow up under the sleeve of his polo, so I have no idea how much of his body it encompassed.

As we began shooting the breeze Christian told us that he was a fantasy football columnist for a few different online publications. He and Kevin were able to hit it off just as quickly as Megan and I.

After we ate our dinner we decided to go grab a few beers and play a few games of pool. We stayed and played and drank until closing time. We had to call an Uber and leave our car there.

When we got back home Kevin told me something that I was a bit surprised to learn. He said that he noticed that Christian was checking me out the whole time. He said he first noticed as I was leaned over shooting pool, that he was just blatantly staring at my ass.

I told him that he was probably just drunk and that he should just forget about it.

Megan and I had lunch together a few more times over the next couple of weeks. We all got together another couple times to drink and play pool over that time as well. I was happy that we had followed through on our acknowledgement that we needed to add a social life to our private lives. Kevin was becoming less and less sure about the decision. He said that he noticed that Christian paid me close attention every time we hung out.

I found this observation a bit strange. Kevin wasn't the jealous type. But he insisted that something was off about Christian, that his intentions were not good natured. I trusted Kevin, so when we were out with them I steered as clear as possible. I was consistently short with Christian when he tried to strike up conversation with me. I directed all of my efforts at socializing to Megan, whom I liked.

After several more weeks of getting to know them, especially Megan, she came to me like normal one day at lunch. Except this time she wasn't all smiles and jubilance as she usually was. So I pried more like I was at the office with a client.

"Something bugging you today?" I asked.

"Well, we've become friends, and since you're going to be a doctor of Psychology..." she began attempting to justify. "I'm curious. Have you ever dealt with a guy who has size issues? I don't mean a guy that was too small for you. I mean a guy that isn't confident in his own size even if he's more than adequate."

"Of course. Most guys have some sort of size issue, I think," I responded as vaguely as possible. "What exactly is the issue?"

"Okay, fine," I could tell she was itching to spill. "Christian and I have experimented with other partners for a couple years now. Until recently we had only invited other girls into our bedroom. I did this mostly for him, but I would be lying if I didn't admit I enjoyed them too. But he recently made the suggestion that I find a guy to join us for a change. So, I did. Well, we did."

"This all stays between us," she interrupted herself to inform me.

"Of course," I assured her.

"One of the stipulations we had when we brought a new girl into our bedroom was that we both had to approve. So we decided to have the same criteria for choosing a guy. In his case he would point out the girl and I would either agree or disagree. So we just swapped roles. I pointed out the guy and he agreed. First try actually," she continued. "I chose a tall man from the bar. He was good looking enough, but he had a bit of a 'dad bod' so I felt like since it was obvious that Christian was better looking and much more fit, that he wouldn't lose any self confidence. Not that that was ever a consideration of his when he was choosing girls, but anyways," she rambled.

"Long story short, we had some drinks with him and invited him to participate and he happily obliged. When we got back to our place I started with Christian since I didn't know how the stranger would react or if he would be hesitant to interact. I pulled out Christian's cock and started giving him a blowjob. Much to my surprise, the stranger immediately took off his shirt and pants, down to his boxers. He gave himself a couple of rubs outside his boxers to help himself along and instead of letting him just sit there unattended to, I motioned him over to help him acclimate himself. As soon as I put my hand on his cock, outside his boxers mind you, I could tell he was quite large and I made a comment, 'Oh my.'"

"I reached my hand up his boxers to get a bit better feel of his whole package, balls and all," she went on. "I could tell at this point that he was almost ready, so I removed my hand and turned to him to slide his boxers down. I made the comment as soon as I saw it, 'Fucking hell, you have a massive cock,'" she admitted. "I mean that thing was likely twenty-five centimeters. Thick as a soda can as well," she added.

"I have always told Christian that he has a large cock. Most of the girls we bring back tell him or me that he has a large cock. He's nearly twenty centimeters himself for fuck's sake. But he was clearly jealous or intimidated or both, because he basically lost his erection for the rest of the night. He tried to pleasure himself and make himself hard as this stranger pounded away at me with that massive prick, but he never could manage. It was his idea. I'm not the soft and sensitive type. I don't much give a damn about petty feelings. So I fucked him. And I continued to fuck him while Christian watched," she had come to a stop.

"So now he thinks he isn't adequate enough?" I inquired.

"I don't know what the bloke thinks," she retorted. "We haven't had sex since that night."

"Have you asked him about his thoughts?" I asked.

"Of course. But like I said, I'm not into the mushy feely rubbish. I told him to get the fuck over it. Some stranger that you wanted me to experiment with had a massive fucking schlong and he fucked me and now I'm done with him, just like all those bimbos I've encouraged him to bring back for two years now," she lambasted.

"So now I think he's actually been sneaking around having sex with other girls without me knowing," she suggested. "All because he wasn't the biggest cock of the walk and he couldn't muster the sense to admit that it was just a random, meaningless fuck. A fuck that he encouraged."

"Well, shit. I'm going to be late. I've got to run. Got to work on my thesis. Sports bar and billiards again Friday?" she asked as she got up from the table.

"Sure," I responded. "Hope everything works out for you."

All of a sudden I got the feeling that Kevin's intuition was onto something about Christian. He now seemed much more the alpha jock that was typical of a high school locker room hero. I felt quite sure that Megan was right about him sneaking around behind her back now that I think back on Kevin's comments about him ogling me.

Nevertheless, we met up at the bar once again and had dinner and drinks as usual. This time when we moved over to the pool table Christian ordered us all shots of expensive vodka. I had noticed that there was much more silence between Megan and Christian thus far and that Christian was in fact more eager to carry on a conversation with me.

We drank beer and played pool like usual for the next couple of hours. Christian was adding a shot here and there and getting drunker than normal. Kevin had stopped drinking and was paying him particularly close attention as he got louder and more obnoxious as the night went on.

Kevin made the decision around midnight to tell Megan and Christian that he was tired and wanted to go home after we finished a game of pool. Christian slurred something to the effect of, "Why don't you blokes come back with us? Or at least Korina?" he attempted to joke and laughed hysterically at his own drunkenness.

"I think you've had enough tonight Christian," Kevin responded. "We're just gonna head out."

"Oh come on! Korina! You know you want a piece of this!" he directed towards me. And as he finished his rude comments he stepped to the side of me and swung his palm and smacked my ass.

Bam.

Kevin stepped into it with his front foot and threw one punch that landed right between Christian's eyes and Christian went down to the floor like a sack of potatoes. He hit his head on the floor as he fell, tried to get himself up but couldn't. He laid there, blood now gushing from his nose.

The owner of the bar came over immediately and asked Kevin and I to leave. To her credit Megan told the man that Christian had started it, but the owner politely asked if we would just leave. So we did.

As soon as we got into the car I leaned over and began forcefully making out with Kevin. I was so turned on that he stood up for me. I wanted to fuck him right there in the parking lot. I told him to drive. As soon as we got out of sight from the bar I unbuckled my seatbelt, leaned over and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I gave him head for the entire six or seven minute trip back to our house.

As soon as we parked I jumped out and ran around to his side of the car, gave him a helping hand out and started to drag him into the house.

"Whoa, whoa, easy," he said. "Lemme get my pants zipped back up."

"Don't bother with them! Come on!" I exclaimed.

We shut the door behind us, I dropped all of my belongings, ripped his shirt above his head and jerked my pants down just far enough for him to put his cock in me and bent over the kitchen island.

"Fuck me!" I demanded.

It was hot. It was very animalistic. He grabbed my hips and began thrusting into me rapidly, forcefully, for several minutes. I knew he would still be the nice guy that put me first and would have just kept fucking me until I came, but I didn't want that right now. I just wanted his cock. And I just wanted that raw, testosterone filled, lust fuck.

"Cum for me," I demanded. "I want your cum!" I screamed in pleasure as he pounded me harder.

He pulled himself deep into me using my hips and I felt him release. I felt his cock twitching as he came inside me.

After he finished I pulled away, squatted in front of him and gave him a few deep eye contact sucks while he was still hard and came back up to kiss his neck. I whispered in his ear, "I love you," and left him standing there with his cock dripping as I went to take a shower.

Chapter Three- A Much Needed Vacation

Now that I was finished with my dissertations I needed to get away. I love what I do, but all I have been doing in my life over the last year or so was working. To be honest the additional work of completing my doctorate was much more stress inducing than my actual career.

It was time to devote some time to myself and to Kevin. We were both doing very well financially. He was making forty thousand dollars per year with decent benefits and my practice was starting to boom. By the end of this year I expect to clear close to a hundred thousand dollars. Upon completing my doctorate I could probably realistically expect to be able to publish articles and perhaps even author a book. Since Kevin and I do not yet have children and we live very modestly, we had plenty of money set aside to treat ourselves to a nice vacation. Neither of us ever missed any work either, so Kevin had plenty of saved time off and because I am my own boss, coupled with the fact that I can accomplish a great deal of my daily obligations via email, I began looking into various types of two week getaways.

Kevin probably would have wanted to take a cruise up to Alaska, but I didn't bother asking him. I signed us up for the sun and sand of the Caribbean. And the booze. One day Alaska, or some secluded mountain cabin might be nice, but I just needed to drink some rum on a remote island.

I think I arrived at the island conclusion because of the generally serious nature of my work. And while it would certainly be a pleasurable experience to go off to a cabin in the woods and make love by the fire with a glass of expensive red wine, I just wanted to fuck. Heck, it may even be that being so involved in the development of my career that I felt like I was getting older quicker than I imagined. The thought of some drunken fun-loving romps on an island just seemed like the younger thing to do.

Kevin was elated when I told him. I'm sure he was just as happy to take a break from work as I was and I'm sure he knew we'd make up for our lack of a honeymoon.

I booked us for twelve days. We planned to take a full fourteen day trip, so we drove down to Charleston the day before our cruise was set to take the voyage.

In a lot of ways Kevin was far more sensible than I was. Neither of us had ever been out to sea. Heck, I'm not sure either of us had ever been on a boat that wasn't manpowered. In an attempt to prevent sea sickness Kevin took a Dramamine. I took two margaritas with double shots of tequila. I'm not sure why I turned into the college hooligan that I never was for this trip, but I was bound and determined to be a free spirit.

Two hours after departing Kevin was sitting on a chair in our room staring at me with a grin on his face. I was curled up in the fetal position not quite drunk enough to puke, but certainly drunk enough to not be able to make the waves stop...waving.

I was unable to relieve myself of this wacky waving drunken swaying phenomenon. So for the first several hours of my first seafaring voyage, I lay curled up like a drunken (non) sailor while Kevin continuously brought me water and ice cubes. I felt a little bad for him because he's not the most outgoing person in the world and now I have left him to wander around this massive boat by himself with more than a thousand strangers scurrying about.

Luckily all it took for me to get over the sea sickness was docking. Unfortunately that process took quite some time. When we arrived on our first island, Nassau, it was early evening. I told Kevin I felt bad for putting him through that but asked him if he minded if I took a quick nap to recuperate fully while he learned about the island and the restaurants and such. I told him I'd make it up to him.

I woke up a couple hours later with my belly rumbling. That was a good sign. I was actually thinking about food. Kevin came into the room less than three minutes after I woke up. He said he had found several options for dinner and that he had even met some other couples that were on their first cruise. We were to join them for dinner to get to know each other since we would all be together for the next two weeks anyways. So I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to turn on the shower.

I had just stepped into the shower when I heard the door open and then the lights were turned off. Kevin slid the shower curtain open and stepped in. Because of the sudden illumination shortage, I asked, "Kevin?"

"Who else would it be?" he replied.

"I was just making sure," I confirmed.

He stepped closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me next to him. I could feel his flaccid penis brush my butt as he started to slowly and sensually kiss my neck. He pulled my hair back and to the side to make his way further up my neck with his kisses. I reached behind me and cupped his balls gently.

"Wow honey. How long has it been since we had sex? Your balls are really heavy," I said.

"We'll take care of that later," he said.

"Later?" I asked.

"Well, I have other plans for right now," he added.

"You do, do you?" I asked. "And what might those plans be?"

"This is just a tease. I just want us to both be thinking about it and wanting it when our evening is done," he replied.

He turned me around and started making out with me as if to say there was no more need for talking.

He began lightly pinching my nipples and cupping my breasts. He slid his hands down to grab my ass so firmly that he lifted me off my heels onto my toes. Then he slid his hand between my thighs, rubbing the inside of each thigh gently before slowly inserting his fingers into me. I was so wet. I was turned on by his spontaneity.

His intentions really were to tease. There was no actual thrusting in and out with his fingers. He just alternated gently inserting them very shallow, and slowly pulling them out to massage my clit. I was on the verge of trembling and reaching the point of no return, so if I wanted to play along with his teasing theme I would have to put a stop to this.

I abruptly squatted in front of him and traded the "favor" of teasing. Instead of putting his cock in my mouth I held his shaft out of the way a bit so I could gently lick his balls. They tensed up as soon as the tip of my tongue touched them. I could feel the reaction of his cock hardening even more in my hand. I slowly used the very tip of my tongue to tease each side of his shaft. Then, still only using the tip of my tongue, I started licking the very back of the tip of his head. After a couple minutes of this I put his cock all the way into my mouth for a couple of seconds and then slowly brought my lips back off his cock, gave his cock a gentle slap on my tongue and stood back up.

I feel like I definitely achieved the tease.

Regardless of how much either of us were inclined to continue our promiscuousness, we were going to be late for our group dinner. So, we got out of the shower, tantalized, got dressed and headed off down the beach.

Less than a couple hundred yards into our trek down the sandy beach I stopped abruptly. I placed my hand over my mouth in shock. I had forgotten my wedding ring. And I knew it wasn't in our room. I had never left the boat with it. I told Kevin we had to go get it. We turned back towards the docking area and I broke out at a jog. We made it back to the boat, headed for our room and as we turned down the hallway towards our room we heard a light banging. It was a metal clinking sound. It was repetitive.

We stopped just outside the room in which it was coming from. The door was cracked. I peaked in. I shouldn't have.

"God damn it, Virgil!" I heard an elderly voice as the clinking slowed towards a stop.

"I told you to take that pill Virgil! I'm too damn old to get back into this position," rang the voice.

"I'll meet you back here later," came a deep, gruff, elderly male voice.

"The hell you will!" the lady said. "It takes me ten minutes to get undressed, five minutes to get in position and twenty minutes for you to get hard. All that ain't worth three minutes, Virgil."

"I'll take the pill this time Katherine," the man replied.

"Like hell. You can go get Rosy Palm to lay you with your pill," she snapped.

We shuffled on by chuckling at the scene we overheard. I ran into our cabin and found the ring almost immediately under the pillow where I had placed my hand for several hours of drunken sea sickness. When we exited our room and closed the door we turned to head back down the hallway and from the room we passed, out came the elderly man.

"Virgil," was the captain of the boat. He came out wearing nothing but his button up captain's uniform shirt, his captain's hat, and a pair of tighty-whities. He must have been at least seventy years old.

He noticed us. He just smiled and tipped his hat as he walked away around the corner.

This was going to be a fun vacation.

Drunken escapades, old people fucking in the cabin and a tighty-whitey walk-of-shame? Walk-of-triumph? And we had just arrived.

We hurried back off the boat, again at a jog so we wouldn't be as late.

We did a speed walk for nearly a mile before we saw the "restaurant" (it looked more like a shack) the group had chosen. I was shocked when we walked up to the bar and saw a gathering of nearly twenty people, all couples. I was expecting two or three more couples at most. Kevin wasn't the type of person to immerse himself in a crowd quite this large, so I suspected that other couples told other couples who told other couples.

Most of the couples were similar in age to us. There were two that were obviously younger than us that I thought were probably rich kids taking a trip for their spring break on their parents' dime. There were two older, probably newly retired couples in their late fifties or early sixties. And the rest were so close to our age that it was indistinguishable by simply looking.

Kevin had hit if off on the boat with a young man named Stephen that had apparently played second base at some small college. He was a tiny man. He was probably five feet six and weighed around a hundred and forty pounds and talked with a severe twang but was very polite. His wife, Andrea, was about the same height as him and absolutely gorgeous. She had strawberry blond hair, green eyes, freckles, an overall fit, but curvy look as far as her body type, with what looked to be a substantial endowment in the chest department, though it was difficult to tell because she was dressed very modestly. She was also very polite and had that typical southern girl drawl to her voice.

We sat beside Stephen and Andrea at the bar and chatted for several minutes over some drinks while we waited for our group to be seated. The restaurant was very accommodating. They didn't have a table big enough for all of us, but had no problem with us putting nearly all of their smaller tables closer to each other so we could all get to know each other better than we would have by just sitting four to a table.

After we ordered our food one of the older gentlemen stood up and "clinged" his glass to get everyone's attention. We all went around introducing ourselves and our spouses. Upon the conclusion of the introductions the gentlemen stood back up, had the bartender bring over some previously ordered shots of tequila and offered a very simple toast.

Down the hatch went the shot.

You could just feel the tides shifting from fun but responsible adult evening, to all out vacation has begun, loss of inhibitions.

As it turns out Stephen and Andrea, like most people, lose a great deal of their modesty after a couple shots of tequila. Everybody was drinking. Most of us were getting a bit drunk. They were getting obliterated.

It's really a good thing they ate all of their dinner because I don't know where they'd be without something to soak up all the tequila they drank over the last two hours.

The second our group stood up from their respective tables to begin the conclusion of our evening Stephen and Andrea attempted to embrace and walk towards the ocean. On their way they both started shedding clothes. I thought that was a pretty amazing accomplishment considering they needed each other to hold each other up just to walk. But fifty yards later they were at the edge of the ocean completely naked and about to frolic into the waves.

Kevin and I walked on down the beach another twenty or thirty yards to one of the many firepits. It was already blazing and there were six low sitting chairs around the fire. We were the only ones there. Other couples had meandered off, some to their rooms, some to other firepits along the beach and some just walking along the beach.

We sat by the fire sipping some fruity mixed drinks for about half an hour while Stephen and Andrea splashed drunkenly in the waves. After a while their youthful exuberance gave way to their youthful sex drive and though they were nearly a football field away from us you could certainly tell that she had crouched down in the waves to give him a blowjob. Kevin and I curled up together next to a fire on a breezy but still warm evening began to cuddle closer. The thought of their adventurous sexcapades plus a bit of alcohol had started to make me horny. I slid my hand down to his crotch to rub him on the outside of his shorts and I could instantly tell he was also aroused.

I rubbed him and gently kissed his neck for only a few minutes before Stephen and Andrea started gallivanting our way. Naked as jay birds.

Andrea's very large but still very perky boobs were bouncing all around. And we soon learned that Andrea wasn't the only one of the pair that was well endowed. Though his erection had somewhat subsided from the voyage back up the beach, he was still at least partially hard. Aside from the obvious fact that he was very disproportionate from the rest of his diminutive stature, he was also uncircumcised. That was a first for me. I had never seen an uncircumcised penis before. In the state he was in he was at least seven inches and maybe more. I guessed he was probably around eight inches fully erect, but he wasn't particularly thick. But I was far more fascinated with how the whole "extra" skin thing worked than I was with his size.

They got to our sitting area and just barely in passing Andrea said "hey guys," as she lightly pushed Stephen down onto one of the beach chairs and immediately climbed back on top of him to continue their exploits. They made out for a brief moment and then she quickly slid down and started giving him head again. If they still noticed us, they certainly didn't care.

I poked Kevin in the ribs and started to stand up so he would get the hint to follow suit. I definitely wanted to return to our room and do our own thing, but I also wanted to leave the drunken love birds to themselves.

"I think we're gonna let you guys have some fun and adjourn for the evening. Good night!" I said as I grabbed Kevin's hand.

"Alright ch'all," Stephen replied, while Andrea kept sucking.

Kevin and I were all over each other as soon as we slammed the door behind us. I got on top of him and started to remove my clothes. "Well I'm sure you enjoyed watching her trot her way up the beach, didn't you?" I asked as I reached down to unzip his pants.

He chuckled. "And I'm guessing you're really wet from seeing such a...disproportionate...boner," he retorted.

As I used my hand to help guide his cock inside me I grinned and replied, "Well I'm definitely wet. But I've seen bigger."

(Slow ride. Take it e-zay.) I had every intention of making slow, passionate, caressing love. It turned into an advertisement for the Energizer Bunny on crack somewhere around the third pelvic thrust.

Chapter Four- What Are Your Fantasies?

I woke up smiling, with my head laying on Kevin's shoulder. We both laid there in each other's arms letting our bodies adjust as we woke up. Once we finally got ourselves out of bed and moving around we made ourselves a pot of coffee in our room.

Over our cup of coffee Kevin asked me point blank if there were any particular fantasies that I would like to play out while we were vacationing in some of the most beautiful and romantic places on the planet.

I hadn't really thought about it. I loved Kevin and loved our sex life. What was there to fantasize about?

I suppose there were a few things I wanted to try. I had always dreamed of having sex on the beach even though I realized fully that reality was far more likely to yield a weird sand-induced chaffing in places I would have a tough time shaking it out than I was to find some extraordinary orgasmic utopia. I also supposed it would be fun to have sex in the ocean, maybe in the wee hours of the night as opposed to some public romp, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't concerned with a potential effect of cool water.

I also wanted him to really take charge. I didn't really care where the sex went, I just wanted him to be a little forceful. I wanted him to grab me firmly, tell me exactly what he wanted to happen during the course of the sex and to be vigilant about it. I suppose you could add the detail that I also wanted him to stay in character throughout the process. I mean, I didn't want him to ask me if what he was doing was okay. The sex we had a few weeks before the vacation where Kevin had tied me up was one of my favorite sexual experiences of my life. I had even masturbated to the thoughts of it a couple of times since it happened. And I almost never masturbate.

More of that. I knew I wanted more of that assertiveness, but none of my desires were really about trying new things.

But those were the only three things I could really think of. So those were my responses.

I asked the same question of him.

"I kind of like the idea of the whole risky public sex thing too," he started. "But I'm with you. I think I'd like that to be done in the wee hours."

"Anything else?" I asked.

"I mean..." he paused as if to give serious thought about what he decided to share with me.

"Don't hold back on me now!" I said cheerfully. "I want to know. You have always been open with your sexual weirdness! Let's hear it!"

He laughed. "I was just going to say that I think I would be okay with it if you were...mean...you know, about..."

"About your penis size?" I asked.

"Yeah," he confirmed.

"Meaner than I already have been?" I inquired.

"Well, you've certainly played along and embraced the fetish, but you always include compliments and I know you're being honest when you make those comments about me still feeling good or being skilled or whatever aspect it is, but, I don't know, I've just read about guys that also like the meaner side of it," he admitted.

"I see. And was there some particular avenue you'd like me to use? Like certain words or phrases or something like that?" I asked.

"No. I always like leaving that up to you. You've always figured out a way to push the right buttons," he stated.

"Okay," I replied. "I have to confess that while I don't mind verbalizing your preferences, I don't think I'm really going to get into calling you tiny or pathetic or worthless. It's just not very close to the truth. You're not tiny. You're the best sex I've ever had, so you're not pathetic. We both know that your penis isn't big, so at least there's an element of truth with the things I've said and done so far. I'll try whatever you prefer me to try, but I like the routes we've gone with this. I'm not sure I'm going to be as good at the more humiliating aspects simply because I can't make them true in my own head."

"While we are on the topic of additional fantasies, can I ask you a question that I would like for you to think about and answer honestly?" I asked.

"Always," he replied without hesitation.

"Have you ever fantasized about, or do you think you'll ever have any intentions to experiment with sharing me?" I asked very frankly.

"No. Not at all," he responded quickly. "You're my person. I want to share every aspect of my life with you, up to and including all of my sexual kinks, but no, I definitely want you all to myself when it comes to the bedroom."

"Good," I replied. "Same here."

Well that was a good conversation. Especially since, now that I think about it, our sex desires for our vacation meant that we were going to have a lot of it. I'm not wonderfully skilled at math, but I calculated that...who am I kidding? I just knew that our preferences aligned and we were about to fuck like rabbits for several days.

So far as I could tell, the only dilemma facing us (in terms of the sex) was that we were very schedule oriented people. Besides just being that way naturally, we both also entered careers that are very schedule oriented. We both liked to plan things and to know that there was a plan. Our public beach and or ocean romps would most likely have little to no choice as to the timing of such desires.

Tomorrow was our last day on this island. While I was certain the other islands we visited would be just as beautiful and romantic, I wasn't as sure that they would be conducive to some of our planned, not-planned, proclivities. I felt like we should definitely try to make one of our scenarios happen by tomorrow night.

Our schedule for today was very exciting. We were to go on a guided venture up a mountainous jungle to see some waterfalls. Kevin was very outdoors-y anyways, so I knew he'd be looking forward to a bit of light exercise, and while I was certainly interested in seeing the natural majesty that the island and it's jungle had to offer, I wasn't exactly the athletic type. I was pretty fortunate that I didn't have to exert a whole ton of energy to keep my body in relatively good shape. The guide said the hike was supposed to be around twelve miles round trip, with several breaks for sight seeing along the way.

I packed a backpack full of snacks and waters...for Kevin to haul.

I bought a walking stick. I figured I would exert myself enough later.

We headed through the jungle promptly at ten in the morning, just as the guide indicated. There were fourteen of us in the group. There was no sign of Stephen and Andrea. From how drunk they seemed last night, even if they had scheduled the trip I wasn't sure they would have been able to wake up and make the trek. One of the older couples we ate dinner with the night before were with the group. I thought surely if they could both make it that I could. So I set off with a high level of enthusiasm and the very single-minded goal of not quitting.

Kevin could have carried me the whole way; and would have if I had asked. But I am pretty particular about maintaining my persona of being independent.

The hike was as beautiful and amazing as you would expect. The wildlife was beautiful and diverse. The plant life was perhaps more impressive, as the amount of rainfall combined with the more consistent heat had created large, thick canopies of green and the variety of fauna was indescribable. And the waterfalls. The waterfalls were majestic and pure.

The hike was worth it, but it was certainly exhausting. It took the group several hours to complete. By the time we were back I was soaked in sweat and a bit dehydrated even though I drank a handful of bottles of water on the trek.

For a moment I gave thought to the idea that Kevin and I just remain sweaty and dirty and not shower until tonight so we could go ahead and knock out the public beach session. I figured if we were going to get all grimy from the sand we may as well just start off grimy. Sexy, I know. But I didn't know exactly when we'd be able to sneak onto an unpopulated beach and I wasn't entirely sure that we would have enough energy to stay up that late given our long adventure today.

We decided to go ahead and go back to the room and shower before grabbing some lunch.

I love showering with Kevin. I don't necessarily love that he wants to clean me when I am so disgusting, but hey, I was getting rubbed down and pampered, so what the hell. Plus it is flattering that his cock gets hard every time I let him go all Scrubbin' Bubbles on me in the shower.

We didn't have any plans for the afternoon or evening, so we headed out of our room and wandered down to the bar. We sat down and I ordered a Pina Colada and Kevin ordered a locally brewed lager. By the time we got our drinks the young black couple that was part of our dinner group the other night sat down beside us and also ordered drinks.

Their names were Miles and Tasha and it turns out they were both a couple years older than us. Miles was a general contractor and Tasha was a fitness instructor. They were a very nice couple. They were also very social. We drank with them for three or four hours before we all realized how hungry we had gotten. And how drunk. Pina Coladas fly when you're having fun. Locally brewed beers too.

Neither us nor they had any plans, so we decided to go eat as a group. We went to a little local fish place. Kevin and I ate enough sushi to have to restock the Atlantic. Even with full bellies, the alcohol was starting to get to us. It was already after ten o'clock.

Miles and Tasha gave each other that "come hither" look and Tasha turned to us and announced that they would be packing it in for the night. That left us, drunk, with next to no one scurrying around on the beach. The bartender was closing up shop due to the fact that there was little activity around our section of the beach and other than our group of condos the bar light was the only light left on within a mile or so.

I suggested to Kevin that this was our chance to "knock one out." I told him I would be right back and ran off to our condo to grab some towels. I certainly wasn't about to get freaky on the beach in my birthday suit with nothing but sand grinding on our asses.

When I got back I dragged Kevin down towards the ocean in a darker area, laid out our towels and instructed him to lay down. I laid down with my head on his shoulder and draped my leg across his legs and told him that we were just waiting on the bartender to finish closing up shop.

We laid there for no more than three minutes and I think both of us realized that this was a terrible idea. Forget about using the towels for protection. It was apparently lost on us fools that the wind blows constantly off the ocean and millions of grains of sand were already blowing in our faces, our ears, everywhere. Our cracks and crevices were not going to be safe just because we applied the towels.

We decided against any removal of clothes almost immediately and instead decided to walk up past a series of dunes not far from our condos to see if anybody was in the hot tub. There was not.

We were both a bit anxious and horny at this point, but we also knew that the hot tub was slightly less secluded and much more likely to attract the attention of late night experimenters? Exhibitionists? But the whole public sex thing was on both of our fantasy radars, so we took the stroll, hopped in the tub with our bathing suits still on and I immediately straddled him and started kissing his neck and ears.

It couldn't have been more than forty-five seconds of kissing before we heard a couple of voices approaching.

"Howdy ya'll?!" came the exuberant voice of Andrea, towing Stephen in hand. "You guys are up late havin' some fun ain'tcha?" she asked.

I slid off of Kevin and sat beside him and before either of us could reply, she carried on, "Don't cha'll mind us! We came down here tuh fuck too!" she said enthusiastically, as if we were just dying to fuck in front of either people too.

They were obviously drunk again, but I was starting to think they were some type of definable exhibitionists or nudists, or something of that sort. They walked directly to the edge of the hot tub and immediately "dropped trau." Stephen was hung so disproportionately to the rest of his body that it bordered on comical. He was likely at least six inches completely flaccid, but the foreskin is what caught my attention once again.

I was pretty sure that if Kevin and I decided to stay for at least a few minutes longer that my curiosity revolving around the mechanics of the extra skin was going to be satiated.

As soon as they eased their way into the hot tub Stephen twisted off the top of a bottle of expensive tequila he had brought with them and took a substantial swig. He passed it to Andrea who took a swig. And Andrea handed the bottle over to me. I was drunk enough, but felt like I was about to be in need of another dose of liquid courage, so I caved and took a small sip and passed it along to Kevin who I assumed felt he also needed the extra bravery.

By the time Kevin had finished his sip Stephen and Andrea were all over each other. They made out for a few seconds, still in the hot tub, then without hesitation or reservation Stephen slid up to sit on the edge of the hot tub with his feet still in the water. His cock had gotten rock hard. He was easily eight inches long but I was right about him being on the thinner side. He had a slight downward curve and the thickness, or in this case thinness, was uniform from shaft to head. Being hard had retracted much of the extra foreskin so that only a portion was still over top of the head of his cock. Andrea moved her body in front of Stephen, grabbed the very top of his shaft so that the top of her hand was covering the bottom most part of his head. She pulled down (I couldn't tell if she was being firm or gentle) on his shaft so that the excess foreskin slid down below the head and then as she began stroking him while they continued to make out I could tell that she was using his foreskin to allow her hand to travel back and forth over the head.

Can't lie. The technique she used and the dynamics of the foreskin were very interesting to me, not just sexually arousing, but from a clinical perspective. Though I do admit to being aroused.

I wondered what Kevin was thinking. Andrea was certainly gorgeous. She was young and firm and curvy. I reached down to check out the state of things. Kevin was very erect. I glanced up at him as I realized how hard he was and moved up to whisper in his ear, "Do you like watching?"

He didn't respond verbally. Perhaps he didn't want them to hear any conversing. But he subtly thrust his hips upwards and stretched his neck back slightly. I could tell that he was so horny that he was attempting to resist getting more physically involved right then and there.

I found myself a bit conflicted. I was definitely not going to have sex in front of other people. That wasn't going to happen. But I was now very aroused as was Kevin.

Andrea had started to give Stephen head and alternated between sucking his cock and using her tits to stroke him. Stephen looked over at us and I suppose it was easy enough to tell that I was playing with Kevin under the water. He smiled and said, "Go ahead. Do whatever you guys want."

Kevin offered a light chuckle. I looked up at him to see if I could gather any nonverbal cues to see what he was thinking.

Andrea brought her lips off Stephen's cock and turned to us and said, "Don't be shy. It's okay to have some fun. We don't mind."

Kevin didn't respond at all, but instead just looked down to me for...well, I don't know what he was looking for from me, but I couldn't imagine that he would actually want to participate along side them. I assumed it would be much like a locker room situation where he may be embarrassed by the size difference when it happened in real life, in real time. It was one thing for the fantasies to be played out in the privacy of our own bedroom.

This all occurred to me in less than two seconds. As it was occurring to me I remembered that Kevin had told me that one of his preferences for what we did sexually during this vacation was for me to be meaner.

And that's when it came out. It was far more reactionary as a response goes than anything that resembled all of the thoughts that were going through my head.

"That's okay. I don't think Kevin's brave enough to let you see how small he is. You guys do your thing," I couldn't believe I had said it even as it was coming out of my mouth.

I don't know if it was involuntary or what thoughts were now running through Kevin's head, but his other head had swelled immensely.

I can only assume that my comment had a psychological effect on Stephen as well. He reached under Andrea's arms and helped her out of the hot tub. He turned her around facing the opposite direction and had her place her hands on the cinderblock wall and put his cock in her from behind. He started thrusting hard and fast.

I whispered in Kevin's ear that I wanted to go back to our room.

We got out of the hot tub quickly while they were facing away and as we walked away I said, "You guys have fun!"

Andrea responded under heavy breathing, with a trembling voice as she was clearly enjoying getting fucked, "You too."

We entered the room and Kevin shut the door behind us and quickly approached me to continue kissing as he took off my bikini quickly and forcefully. I stopped kissing to reach down and pull his trunks down and shoved him onto the bed.

I positioned my body to the side of him so that he could use his fingers to play with me while I sucked his dick. I angled my head slightly so that my face was facing opposite of him to make it easier for his curve to match the angle of my throat. It was easy enough to deep throat him, but I figured I might as well continue the theme of being mean since I started it. I had given him a couple of deep entries into my mouth before I turned to him and instructed, "Fuck my mouth."

He gave two deep but slow thrusts and I came back up and looked at him again. "I said to fuck my mouth. Your little dick isn't going to gag me. Fuck my mouth."

He removed his fingers from my wet pussy and placed both hands firmly on the back of my head and began forcing his cock into my mouth more rapidly. He was definitely getting into it. He got so into it that something clicked in him, perhaps it was a conscious decision based on my verbalized preferences. He took control.

Kevin pulled me off of him. He got up and grabbed my shoulders to turn me to him, gave me a brief, forceful kiss and somewhat aggressively pushed my shoulders back down. He grabbed a pillow from the bed, placed it beside the bed on the floor quickly and directed me onto the pillow, on my knees, as he put his cock right back in my mouth. He bunched up my hair in his left hand, rammed his cock as deep as he could into my mouth and then pushed his body and my head and shoulders back onto the bed so that he was almost on top of me. He used his other hand to brace himself on the bed and proceeded to fuck my mouth as deep as he could.

It was the most aggressive Kevin had ever been with me. He didn't push it over the edge. He was forceful but didn't want to grab too hard or thrust too fast. It was also strangely arousing to feel his heavy balls swinging against my neck and chin as he rapidly pushed his cock into my mouth. I wasn't really a balls person, so it was an unusual sensation for me.

After a few minutes of this he pulled out and helped me up and forcefully made out with me again. He laid down on his back on the bed and pulled me over on top of him and said, "Put my cock inside you."

I did.

It felt so good. I was so turned on by his domination over me.

"I was right wasn't I?" I asked as I rocked back and forth on his throbbing member.

"Right about what?" he struggled to respond under his heavy breathing.

"You know what I'm talking about. Andrea is hot and you didn't want her to see how much smaller your penis is than Stephen's," I announced.

"She's not as hot as you," was his response.

"Aww, sweetie. Trying to be sweet to me doesn't make me wrong does it?" I taunted.

"No," he responded shortly.

By this time he was fucking me so hard and so fast that I was about to have an orgasm. For him his penis was huge. His head was so thick and it was rapidly rubbing against my G-spot.

I sort of regret that I didn't tell him that I was close to cumming. It wouldn't have taken me more than another two minutes. But he abruptly grabbed me by the hips and lifted me off of him and laid me on my side. He got behind me as if we were spooning. He gave a brief attempt to put himself inside me before telling me to do so.

"Well if you wanted me to be mean about your tiny penis this is the position you should have started in. Your cock is so small it's tough to get in from this position. Your head is barely going to reach me," I teased.

I got the head of his cock just barely inside me and he started thrusting rapidly as soon as he entered me. Of course he was actually plenty long enough to keep himself inside me and it felt great as always. But it was certainly a max effort kind of thing for him to be able to stay inside me as he got more excited and his thrusts attempted to become longer.

He was grabbing my hips very firmly and pulling my ass down onto his dick with every stroke. It was super hot. "That must feel pretty good on that little dick. You're really working hard," I taunted again.

That was all she wrote. He pulled out of me, pushed my hip back over so that I was laying flat on my back and stood up on the bed so that he was straddling me with his cock directly above my midsection. He started stroking himself rapidly. After a few seconds he started to shoot his load all over me. I am sure he knew that his forceful ejaculations would reach my face and that my face was probably his target. At least I assumed as much given this bout of domination that he had stuck to.

I didn't dodge it. I just closed my eyes and let as much of his cum as possible land on my face. Being the more submissive of the two during sex was such a rare occurrence that I had fully embraced it and was thoroughly enjoying the role. I also assumed he was enjoying it since he kept up the theme for the duration of the sex and since he was blowing his load about thirty minutes quicker than normal.

Even though I played along with one of his fantasies, well, a different version of his fantasy, it was always a very arousing phenomenon to have him become more dominant in the bedroom. I knew this wouldn't be the norm. Kevin wasn't an aggressive personality. But I knew that I could get him to partake in similar sexual experiences every once in a while from this point forward.

Chapter Five- Feelings

I woke up very early that next morning. It was surprising given how much we had to drink. But I was bothered. I don't mind doing and saying things to Kevin that he prefers when we are in the privacy of our own home. But I felt pretty horrible for calling him out as small in front of other people. It didn't matter if he had instructed me to be meaner. The fact that I didn't find him small, the fact that I didn't take any time to consider his feelings about outing him, the fact that I may have done so within a familiar setting that put his mindset back to a time when he may have first developed his insecurities from being exposed in front of peers...

It didn't sit right with me.

I laid awake for at least a couple hours in the remnants of the morning darkness feeling bad about the whole situation.

As the light of morning approached Kevin rolled over towards me and put his arm across me. He had this still kind of drunk but still passed out grin on his face. He unconsciously pulled me into him. It was very comforting given how I had felt the last couple hours.

As he pulled me into his body I could feel my thigh being poked. I curled my left hand over just a bit to feel just how hard he was. I grinned thinking about what he might be dreaming about. Morning wood. The unconscious arousal he was experiencing was making me very consciously aroused.

I reached down with my right hand and slipped it under my panties. At first I was touching myself very gently so as not to wake Kevin. The wetter I got the less volition I had over my bodily reactions. I was still gently stroking his cock through his briefs as I squirmed from my pleasuring myself.

I couldn't take it any more. An impulsive fantasy struck me. I shimmied away just a little bit. I was going to lightly roll him over onto his back, but as I removed myself from his cuddle he rolled over himself. He was still grinning. He was still passed out. And he was still erect.

I was curious. And I was horny.

I lightly grabbed the elastic band of his briefs and slipped it over his cock. I had to hold the waistband down because I knew I couldn't just slide them off without waking him. His penis was much different than I expected it to be. I suppose that his unconsciousness and not being aware that he was about to be sexually active changed the magnitude of his erection. The head of his penis always became so full, so engorged, when he knew he was going to get head or get to fuck me. That was not the case for his morning wood. His head was much smaller. I actually thought briefly that he may well enjoy this physical reaction if he were able to see it since his penis actually did look smaller than normal in this state.

I repositioned my body so that I could look at him when I put his cock in my mouth. I wanted to see if there was any reaction. I also wanted to know if and when I woke him up.

Though he didn't wake as I slid my lips down his shaft, he stirred a bit. He could definitely feel it. The more I sucked him the more his body wriggled with pleasure. After a couple minutes his penis also began to twitch. He wasn't close to cumming, but I wondered if he was nearing the point at which the physical pleasure would wake him.

I was shocked at how long I sucked him before he started to wake. It must have been six or seven minutes. When his eyes started to flutter open the awakening sprung to life.

"Oh God," he moaned. "What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I answered with his cock still at the edge of my mouth. "I'm sucking your dick."

He gave a light chuckle. "Yeah, that was rhetorical babe. Maybe I should have asked, why are you sucking my dick?"

"Because you were hard. Want me to stop?" I replied sarcastically.

"No. But that isn't the only reason. I know you better than that," he stated.

"What? You don't think I just like sucking your dick?" I asked.

"No. No, I know you do, but come on..." he waited.

I repositioned my body so that I was straddling his legs under the sheet. I put his cock all the way into my mouth, stuck my tongue out to tease his balls while I deepthroated him and kept it at the back of my throat and gave him a prolonged period of eye contact until he let his head fall back onto the pillow.

I slid my lips back up his shaft. I moved myself up his body and held his cock straight up so I could sit on him. I was so wet. He slid in easily. I rocked myself back and forth very slowly as I leaned forward to kiss his neck.

"Honestly..." I paused because I didn't necessarily want to admit my thoughts, but I felt like I needed to be honest with him.

"I did not like what I said last night," I told him.

"I am fine with saying the things you want to hear when we are alone. I want you to have the most physical and psychological pleasure I can give you. But I should not have made the comment I made in front of other people," I admitted.

I continued to ride him slowly. "I want you to know, and I mean really, honestly, know...I do not think your penis is small. I love it."

I could feel his head swell inside me.

I pulled my body back up as I continued to ride him. The swelling of his head felt great as I grinded myself on top of his shaft. He never said a word about my comments. He reached out and began rubbing my clit with his thumb as I rode him. I suppose he understood well that I felt bad about what happened. He probably thought nothing bad of my comment, but instead of trying to discuss anything he just let me have my pleasure.

The sex was so gentle. He caressed every curve of my body. He let me go at my own pace. I rode him for well over an hour and came multiple times. "Okay. I want you to cum," I said as I neared the point of leg cramps.

He had almost assuredly been ready to cum for quite some time. As soon as I gave him the go-ahead he held a firmer grip on my butt and sort of held me down on top of his shaft. I couldn't feel the actual cum in this position, but I felt his penis twitch aggressively as it normally does when he has his release.

It wasn't the most passionate sex we had ever had. We didn't get to that animalistic, uncontrollable lust sort of stage. Instead it was the most sensual love making we've ever done.

We were supposed to be leaving the island later that afternoon so neither of us were particularly interested in embarking on another adventure, especially given how much we drank last night. Since I didn't really give him a chance to respond to my comments, I was curious if he would open up and share some of his thoughts about all of it.

After laying with my arm draped across him until our breath slowed, I just came out and said, "So, regardless of what I told you my feelings were, I want to know what your thoughts on it are."

"I mean, I was a little surprised. I told you I was interested in that line of thought, so I am certainly not upset in any way that you made the comment. But if I am being honest, I was thinking more in line with how you went about it in the bedroom. Like, instead of telling me I'm still good at sex, just ignoring that part of the fetish, the niceties. Instead of the complimentary aspects of it, like maybe try sticking to the whole "not big enough" part of it. I really liked the 'fuck my mouth' lines."

Chapter Six- It's High Time

Later that afternoon we packed up our stuff and hopped back on the boat to cruise on down to the next stop on our island adventure. Saint Martin was the next stop.

When we arrived in port, Saint Martin seemed a little less tourist-y at first glance. The buildings looked older. It had that old, seasoned cookware kind of feel to it (if that makes any sense). It looked like you were more likely to get a meal cooked over the fire, steeped in older traditions. It looked like a place where you'd find someone throwing a spear into the ocean to harpoon tonight's dinner by hand.

As we began to meander throughout the island I realized that it wasn't quite as rugged as it looked pulling in. There was still commercialization, casinos, chain restaurants, but there was some nice balance with plenty of hiking, camping, horseback riding kinds of activities to be enjoyed.

Kevin and I had stopped on the shore momentarily to take a look at the crystal clear waters and marvel at the beauty when another young couple cleared their throats just behind us and asked (with a bit of what I believed was a Spanish accent), "Excuse. Do you know where we can find the treetop restaurant?"

We glanced at each other and I responded, "No, we sure don't, but that sounds like a lot of fun! Now that you mention it, we'd love to find it as well."

"Ah, you are on the cruise as well?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," I responded.

"You should join us!" she offered. "Assume we can find it," she joked.

I offered myself a more educated guess that I was correct about her accent being Spanish after hearing her lack of an '-ing' ending to the word "assume." Almost every person I knew back home that was of some type of Spanish speaking dissent routinely left off certain endings of words within the English language.

"Thank you very much for the invite," I said. "Let's walk into one of these shops and ask."

"I'm Korina and this is my husband Kevin," I offered.

"I'm Natalia and this is my fiancée Hector," she returned.

They were a younger couple, probably in their mid to late twenties. Natalia was very light skinned compared to what most Americans would think of when they thought about a Spanish speaking person. It actually made me wonder what country she was from to be honest. She was average height, maybe five foot five. She was stunning. She had uncharacteristically green eyes. They were light, like sea green. She had a very womanly figure. Her hips were much wider than her waist and I'm sure Kevin would say that her ass was amazing. And she had really full lips.

Hector hadn't spoken a word to either of us so far (but I guess Kevin hadn't spoken either). Hector was also average height, around five foot nine or ten. He was much darker skinned. He certainly wasn't unattractive, but he was a little bit on the chunky side, sort of like an athlete that recently stopped being athletic.

We got the information we were looking for in the first shop we came to, which was a surfing shop. It was early in the afternoon, so we asked them when and where they'd like to meet up with us to go have dinner in the treetops. We agreed to meet right back here three hours from then. That worked for us. It gave us time to walk around and see where some places were and to find our bungalow and take our stuff in.

We met back up in front of the shops and they were right on time. People always get a placement jump in my book when they are early or on time. The restaurant we were going to was nearly three miles away and up the peak a few hundred yards. Instead of hiring a cab, we decided to hoof it, literally. We rented horses because we all felt like it would be a more authentic part of the experience. We all mounted our horses and followed a guide that we rented the horses from up the trail.

The view from the restaurant was stunning. Crystal clear waters for miles, setting sun, beautiful natural topography of the island. You name it, it was beautiful. I had crab cakes and white wine. Kevin had some local fish and as usual, a local brew. After dinner we all four just sat and drank casually and talked about what we did and where we were from. Hector was a construction site manager and Natalia was a floor manager for a Mexican fine dining place. He was from Brazil and she was from Spain. It was quite coincidental for them to have ever met. They both came to America on temporary work visas and promptly went through the citizenship process. They had met when they both decided to get their two year degrees at the same community college while they were also working.

Natalia told us that some locals had informed her and Hector that there was a natural spring and a small waterfall not far back down the trail, on a side trail, where couples went to relax on warm evenings. I was skeptical at first, but she pulled out a map the local gave her of the island with the destination highlighted. It wasn't more than a few hundred yards off the trail we came up. Kevin nodded in approval as the idea was mentioned. I decided to live a little and excused myself so I could go tip the guide and let him know that we would be walking back down.

We finished our drinks and got up from the table to head back down the mountain. Natalia instructed us to wait on her for just a second while she went over to the bar. She returned promptly with four mini-bottles of local rum.

I started to feel old. It was going to take my body two full years to adjust with trying to keep up with the drinking habits of these young whippersnappers.

We found the trail split easily on our way back down the trail. And there it was. It was like some sort of paradise sanctuary. There was a large spring with what looked like steam rising up. And another seventy-five to a hundred yards away was a small, but high waterfall. The water was falling onto a smooth, rocky surface and there was even an indention into the rock behind the fall. It looked almost man made the way it was carved out.

Hector slid his sandals off and stuck his toes into the spring and declared it "warm." The breeze and the sun dropping below the horizon had cooled off the evening, but it was still very tropical feeling. Hector and Natalia took off their shirts without hesitation. He was wearing what seemed to be swimming shorts already. Natalia had a black bikini top. They looked very much prepared to have made this stop. Kevin had on some old khaki shorts and a very beachy button up shirt. I had anticipated an evening beach walk, so I was dressed somewhat appropriately with a thin wrap skirt over top of my bikini bottoms, but my top was one of those light weight strapless bandeau tops, so I wasn't wearing a bra or a bikini top.

Kevin took his shirt off and slid into the warm spring. Because of my top, I took off my wrap and sat down on the edge and put my feet in. As soon as Natalia had gotten settled into the spring she turned to the edge and retrieved a thin brown cigar-looking thing and a lighter from her clothes pile.

Before doing anything with the cigar she passed out the four mini-bottles of rum and gave some short toast about meeting new friends and down the hatch went the rum. She immediately asked Kevin and I if we smoked.

"Cigars?" I asked.

She chuckled. "No, no. You smoke, eh, pot? Mota?" she asked.

Kevin and I looked at each other and grinned and said, "Sure."

I knew Kevin had smoked before, but I didn't know how long ago it was. It had been several years now for me. But hey, you only vacation in the Caribbean once, right? Well, hopefully not, but we were drunk enough to talk ourselves into it.

Hector referred to it as a blunt. At any rate, we passed it around and took puffs for about fifteen to twenty minutes and then gazed at the stars in the clear night sky for another ten before anybody attempted to speak. We discussed some pressing issues such as whether or not aliens existed, as if that were the intellectual conversation most needed by us mere earthlings for the next few minutes before the group fell silent again. Then Natalia had an awakening and abruptly exited the spring, reaching down to grab Hector's hand to extract him as well. She announced that they were going to go dance under the waterfall.

I was all for her enthusiasm, but perhaps Kevin and I weren't as adept at handling the effects of the pot. We were perfectly content gazing at the stars for the next few minutes before we could even muster a thought about moving our bodies.

But the moment certainly did arrive. Between the weed and the booze, we got horny. With Natalia and Hector frolicking around under the waterfall a hundred yards away and under the cover of night, I instructed Kevin to slide up onto the side of the spring. I helped him shimmy off his shorts. He wasn't expecting anything and I suppose the pot had an impact as well, but he was completely flaccid.

I gave the tip of his penis a quick lick and then went all in. I licked his balls gently and gave them a quick, gentle suck to arouse his sensitivity. I put his semi-hard cock all the way into my mouth, used my tongue to stimulate the base of his cock and gave him constant eye contact. Within seconds I could feel his head swelling and his shaft reaching towards the back of my mouth. I gave a brief glance in the direction of Natalia and Hector to make sure they were still under the waterfall. They were. I took my mouth off Kevin's cock so I could remove my shirt. The pot felt good. My body felt good. I was free of care and as horny as I had ever been. The cool of the evening breeze coupled with my intense arousal hardened my nipples. I went back to sucking him. I sucked him in a way I didn't typically. I used my index finger and thumb to make a tight circle around the very base of his shaft to trap all of the blood in his shaft and make sure I could keep his cock in the position I wanted as I aggressively took my mouth all the way up and all the way down his cock more rapidly than usual. I let my saliva cover his shaft and didn't bother stroking it away.

I had been sucking him for several minutes with some vigor before removing my mouth to give myself a bit of a break and used my hand to stroke him as I gave Kevin one of those bottom lip biting grins of satisfaction. It was that, "Yeah, I know you like what I can do," kind of looks.

In the middle of that look, from only a few feet away came her voice, "Oh, that is very sexy," she exclaimed seductively.

Neither Kevin or I was in any kind of physical state to run and hide. And before either of us could make up our mind about what to do, Natalia had reached behind her back to undo her bikini top. Her breasts were very small. She had full, lush curves for hips and her butt was firm and bubbly, so it was a bit surprising to see that she was smaller than me up top once she undid her bikini.

She immediately went to kiss Hector. They had a brief make-out session and she turned back to us to see if we were still intimate. By this point I was just lightly stroking Kevin's cock and I noticed that he was now watching to see what they were going to do. While looking at us, she slowly lowered herself to a squatting position. Once there, she removed Hector's shorts. He didn't look hard, but I wasn't really sure. He was uncircumcised and his balls were very firm. His penis was pointing outward as opposed to hanging down because his balls were much larger proportionately than his penis seemed to be.

She gave his cock a few rapid licks with her tongue while still looking at Kevin and I. She then used two fingers to gently stroke his foreskin, but without actually exposing the head of his cock. She gave him one deep, slow suck and returned her gaze to us as she placed her fingers under his balls to play with them. At this point you could see that Hector was getting hard. His head had presented itself past his foreskin. The length of his head is about the extent of how much his penis actually grew. By the time he was fully hard I could tell that he was no bigger than my first experience, Eric. He might have been a little thicker than Eric. His cock was straight as an arrow. There was no curve whatsoever. I don't know why I felt so elated by this, but the fact that Hector was obviously less than four inches and noticeably smaller than Kevin made me feel incredibly good for Kevin.

I am sure that Kevin has had some emotional struggles with his penis size, especially since he opened up about past experiences that lead to his own opinions about it, so it was quite relieving to me for him to be able to see that he wasn't the smallest. It may sound silly, but it mattered to me. I felt like it was a much needed self confidence boost.

Natalia instructed Hector to sit down a few feet away from us as she lowered herself into the same position I was in. We gave each other a grin as we started to give our guys head. It was quite the new and unlikely experience for Kevin and I. It actually didn't take long for me to forget they were there again while I was giving Kevin head. I was truly hopeful that he was enjoying not only the head, but the visual that he had the bigger penis. It was a three hundred and sixty degree turn of events from the size mindset and personal interactions from his past.

In less than three or four minutes I heard Natalia attempting to persuade Hector to cum. "Cum for me Papi. I want you to fuck me. Cum for me!"

I could only guess from that persuasion that she knew he would cum too quickly from the first interactions, so she wanted to knock that first one out so she could get what she wanted.

I was intrigued, as with all sexual encounters, so I stroked Kevin as I watched her rapidly jerk Hector's cock to make him cum. Her hand easily covered his entire penis, so she was really pulling down with the foreskin at the base of his shaft, into his lower abdomen. She could obviously tell his signs. She soon stopped jerking and held her hand around the base of his shaft as she let him have his first release. He wasn't a shooter. He released quite a bit of cum, but it just rolled out and down her hand. She loved it.

As soon as she disposed of his cum she hopped out of the spring and Hector followed. She was ready. Hector never went soft for a second. She bent over a nearby rock and braced herself on it with her hands as Hector entered her from behind. There was no slow and steady. He grabbed her hips and went at it.

I'm not sure which one of them knew that he would cum again quickly if they didn't switch positions, perhaps it was both. But they abruptly pulled themselves apart after only a few minutes of them in the standing doggystyle position.

I'll admit that I found erect penises to be prurient. But some of them "stood out" (I often crack myself up) more than others. Sure there was a certain initial visual appeal to a well endowed man brandishing himself for the first time during a sexual encounter. But the most erotic aspect of it for me was when you could tell just from a visual that the man was not just sexually attracted to his partner, but that she was his goddess. It's not just that a man has a boner. It's that his boner becomes extra bonerific for a certain woman. It's simple to make a man hard. It's unique to be the primary object of his object. And you can tell.

I think that was the case for Hector. Maybe I was just high. But I found his penis to be of a particular salaciousness. Despite the fact that his penis was diminutive, I found it attractive in much the same manner that I found Kevin's penis to be the most appealing for me. His erection was raging. And it was focused on Natalia. He was unashamed and undeterred from his attentiveness to his goddess, to the point that I wasn't sure that he was still aware of our presence at the scene.

Natalia grabbed some of her garments and placed them on the edge of the spring a few feet away from us. She instructed Hector to sit. When he did she straddled him. Without even using her hand she guided herself onto his cock. You could tell the second he entered. She was craving it. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as she began grinding on him. I know from experience that it can be difficult to feel a man that is that small in certain positions, but that you can make up for it with the grinding action she was employing, to stimulate her clit as she rode him. She did it in a very seductive manner.

I had lost focus on Kevin. I snapped back to reality. I was not surprised at all to find that Kevin had his attention focused on me instead of on the sex that was occurring right beside us. I wouldn't have blamed him. I wasn't attracted to Hector physically, but as I admitted before, his erection was a bit captivating. But she was undeniably gorgeous. The fact that Kevin's visual preference sexually was a woman's butt would have been more than enough for him to be drawn to her. Her breasts were firm but barely a handful. But her ass was amazing. And she knew how to move it in the most seductive ways possible.

But there was Kevin, gently playing with my nipples and watching my hand as I stroked his cock. He looked back up and caught my eyes. I smiled at him. I knew I was his goddess.

I moved up close to his ear and whispered, "let's go over to the waterfall."

He obliged.

As he stood up I could tell that he was in a similar state as Hector. His penis was so hard that it almost didn't bob and sway as he walked.

When we got to the waterfall I told Kevin, "since we're on an adventure, I would like to do some adventuring of our own."

"What did you have in mind?" he asked.

"I want to try and do a standing sixty-nine," I said. I didn't have any idea why that particular idea entered my head. It just did.

He didn't even respond. He grabbed me around the waist with both arms, lifted me off the ground a bit and told me to hold on as he began to whirl me upside down. I used my calves in a scissor position to stabilize myself by wrapping them behind his head and neck. I immediately went after his cock with my mouth. I enjoyed sucking him from this angle. His curve was more closely shaped to the curvature of my throat from this angle. I could also easily play with his balls with the hand I wasn't using to brace myself with. He always talked about the ways in which I used my tongue on his cock so I figured this was a nice change of pace given that it was almost never used on the upper side of his shaft and head. I'll have to ask him about it later.

And then it happened.

How could it not? Kevin was holding me upside down under a freaking waterfall, on a slick slab of rock, while trying to do sexual maneuvers.

One of his feet slipped slightly.

Kevin's chivalry had another moment to shine. He contorted his body and jerked upwards hard on my waist to help make sure my head would not hit the rock. His rapid physical response landed him on his butt and back but protected me in the process.

It also got him some teeth marks.

Sex, weed, liquor and slippery rocks. What the hell did we expect to happen?

Chapter Seven- A Day Off to Heal

We laughed it off, but I felt quite certain that once all our extra curriculars wore off that we would both feel the effects.

Once we gathered ourselves and were able to sit up and take a deep breath we decided to just sit at the base of the falls and enjoy the beauty of the place and of the evening. We waited and watched from a distance until Hector and Natalia finished.

Once they were done we strolled back over to the spring to join back up with them for the hike back down the trail. Natalia was grinning ear to ear. They looked refreshed. We felt like we had been run over by a mac truck. We didn't mention our episode out of sheer embarrassment. We all threw our clothes back on and made the trek back down the trail under the stars.

By the time we got back down to the bungalows all of our painkillers had worn off. It was nearly two in the morning. I considered asking Natalia if she had another "blunt" so we could at least smoke away some of the pain before going to bed, but I didn't want to be nosy or appear as if we were potheads. We saw that the bar still had it's lights on but the bartender looked as if he was starting to close up for the evening. I rushed over to him and asked if he could pour us a quick shot. He was friendly and surprisingly alert and even offered to stay up with Kevin and I as long as we wanted.

I trotted back over to Natalia and said thank you for the evening together and offered to meet up with them again sometime during our trip and bid them goodnight.

Kevin had ordered us both a shot of top shelf tequila. We downed them quickly. I wanted to see the damage though. I lifted the back of Kevin's shirt very gently so I could see for the first time with some light. He had several huge gashes on his back. I was certain they would be on his butt too.

We really needed to get back and get in the shower to wash his cuts out to make sure they were cleaned as quick as possible, but I also knew that he wasn't going to be able to sleep through the pain that was certain to hit him in due time. I ordered us another shot.

When we got back to the bungalow I started a shower. I helped Kevin disrobe and said, "Oh my goodness Kevin! Your butt has a big gash in it!"

He chuckled. I'm sure it didn't ease the pain, but how else were we supposed to talk about such an idiotic episode?

His butt actually was the recipient of the worst damage. There was a deep cut that had some small bits of rock in it. I knew it was going to hurt to clean it out. As I began gently applying some soap and water to his scrapes, Kevin looked back at me and said, "Honey, check this out. My cock got so big it made you scrape your teeth on it!"

I'm glad he was joking about it because, damn. Literal, full mouth, teeth marks on the shaft of his penis from where my mouth clamped during the fall. It wasn't every tooth, but it was certainly enough to know that he'd been bitten. I returned some sarcasm and said, "It's a good thing we don't have to go to a hospital for this. What the hell would we tell them? I mean, if we told them the truth, nobody would believe us!"

We finally managed to get some sleep that night, though I'm sure Kevin had to sleep on his side the whole night. When we woke up I asked him if he wanted to try and go through our pre-planned vacation schedule for the day, which included a ropes course with zip lines. I knew that those harnesses would be painful on his fresh wounds. He wanted to tough it out and enjoy our time here.

We were up a couple hours early so we showered and made a pot of coffee. As we drank our coffee I asked Kevin what he thought about last night.

"I mean, other than our fall, it was fun. Heck, if it didn't still hurt so damn bad I'd already be laughing about that too," he joked.

"Well that's good," I began. "I meant more, what did you feel about the whole situation? We've never been naked in front of another couple before."

"I mean, Natalia was really hot," he started. He had not ever told me that another woman was hot. Even when there was another hot woman around or on TV. Not ever. "It was cool. I enjoyed it."

"I was wondering..." I hesitated. "What did you think about the fact that you were much larger than Hector?"

He laughed. "Honestly, I noticed, but I didn't think anything of it. If I'm being honest, I kind of liked getting high with them and that it kind of made all four of us care free. But as far as the sexual stuff goes, I thought Natalia had a great body and great eyes and it was fun to watch them, but it didn't really distract me from you. All I could think about was doing things with you and that I didn't care that it was in front of other people."

"Why? What were your thoughts?" he turned the question. "You've clearly thought about it," he added and gave a slight chuckle.

"I assume you want me to be honest," I stated.

"Always," he replied.

"I really liked the fact that you were larger. I thought that might be a confidence boost for you," I replied openly.

He looked at me sort of cock-eyed and inquisitively. "What is it?" I asked.

"Well, I've not thought of myself as lacking in confidence ever since I met you. You let me be me. You love me. And damn. I got the prom queen. I don't have any reason not to be confident," he assured.

"Oh, I always assumed that your fetish was more the result in a lack of confidence, at least in terms of that particular aspect of your body," I admitted.

"I mean, when I was younger," he added.

"Well, that's really good to hear," I replied.

"So, anyways, you were saying..." he continued. "What were your thoughts?"

"Well since we just brought up confidence," I paused. "I thought Hector had a really sexy cock. And it was entirely because he was confident in his ability to please her with it. I have to admit though, I did think that the fact that you were bigger than him is what gave you the confidence to be exposed during the adventure."

Kevin laughed at that. "No. The pot we smoked made me not care about, well, anything that was going on. I don't have anymore confidence issues in that regard, thanks to you. Don't get me wrong, I still wish it was bigger. I'm just not ashamed of it anymore."

"Ah. That makes sense. I guess you've never shown a lack of self confidence since we've been together now that we're talking about it. I guess I just remembered that you were hesitant to let me see it that first time," I acknowledged.

"Anyways. I'm glad to hear that I was wrong about that, but I'll add that I don't really love the idea of exposing ourselves sexually in front of other people as a regular thing. I don't even know if I would want to do it again at any time. Last night was fun and they were cool. But I think I was okay with it because of the pot and because they weren't concerned with us in the least. They were focused on each other," I admitted.

"Yeah, I'm with you," Kevin agreed. "That's more to do with just wanting you for myself than anything else though. I've earned my life trophy. It's okay if other people want to admire it on the shelf. But I don't love the idea of everybody taking it off the shelf to see how shiny it is."

"Aw sweety. Do you think I can make a once bitten cock work?"

Was there ever a doubt?

Of course I made it work. And I'm just guessing here, but the pleasure seemed to outweigh the pain.

He had a little pep in his step on the way to our zip line adventure but I imagine it was just because his endorphins were flowing at the moment. I know he really wanted to do the ropes course and the zip lines, but I imagined that his butt and his back would be paying a heavy toll after being strapped up in harnesses all day.

I wasn't surprised that he toughed it out. He definitely had an athletic, adventurous side that I didn't really have. I knew he'd enjoy all of the rope and zip line stuff. What surprised me was how much I enjoyed it also. Everything we did we did together. We weren't harnessed in together, but we traveled the course in tandom. The zip line parts were a rush. I thought I would be terrified, but once I got rid of some of the nerves, it just felt freeing. There were several sections that were upwards of a half mile long. And even climbing the course initially to get to the higher zip line sections was enjoyable. It was challenging for me physically, but it made me achieve.

We were supposed to do a few other things that day, but I suggested to Kevin that we go back to the room and take care of his wounds. They were bad. None of them were deep, but they had all been rubbed enough through our ropes adventures that they were all lightly bleeding. I ended up buying some anti-bacterial cream from a local shop and made him lay on his stomach while I applied it under the fan. He was eventually able to fall asleep.

It wasn't exactly a day off, but the second part of the day without doing any strenuous activities was much needed. It allowed both of us to rest up for the last section of our vacation.

After the most recent events we decided to just "chillax" for the final couple days. We ate, we drank, we swung in the hammocks. But we didn't get crazy anymore for the rest of the vacation. We needed some recovery time even before we made the voyage back home.

Chapter Eight- Edging

Kevin was typically willing to experiment with anything I suggested. I had been doing quite a bit of reading about something I thought that he and I both could enjoy. It is called "edging." Basically it is simply the practice of delaying orgasms intentionally so that when the final release does occur, it is more intense.

I had a general plan. Well, I had given more thought about what I wanted to do for the final session where I allowed and encouraged his release. Let's just say that I had a special item or two delivered from Amazon.

Kevin was already a "shooter." He had impressive ejaculations. They were the kind of orgasms that make even the porn girls' jaw drop. Most of the women I know tolerate cum. It doesn't even matter if it is in relation to swallowing or just having their man masturbate onto their boobs or ass. There aren't many women out there that I've found that are genuinely aroused by a man's orgasm. Perhaps that's because they haven't seen a really impressive orgasm. Or perhaps they just don't like cum. It could also be the case that I was simply aroused by Kevin's because I knew that it was a sign of appreciation for me and for how I made him feel.

If there is a way to make his orgasms even more intense than they already were, I'm all for it. I could use the build up part for both of our liking. I was trying to think of some ways I could have some fun with the release as well. I could make a game out of it and see how far he could shoot, but I think he would enjoy it more if he could watch himself cum on me. Honestly, I would find that more arousing too. Fuck the game idea.

I brought up the idea to him at dinner one evening to see what he thought about it.

"You mean you're not going to let me cum?" he asked with a hint of skepticism.

"Well, not for like three or four days, no. But look at it this way. At least I'm guaranteeing you that I'll play with your cock for like three or four days in a row," I tried to persuade him.

"Okay," he said shortly.

Well that was easy.

"Can we start tonight?" he grinned.

And there it is. Sly sum'bitch.

Who am I kidding? When it came to our sex life we both got what we wanted all the time.

"Sure. Stand up and take your pants off," I demanded.

"Right now?" he asked.

"Aw, are you shy?" I quipped.

"Can I go shower first?" he asked.

"Sure. But I still want you to stand up and take your pants off before you go," I ordered.

He stood up and took his pants off as I asked.

I grinned.

"What?" he asked.

"It's cute," I replied.

"Psh. I'm going to shower now," he informed me as he stomped back through the hallway.

While he was showering I changed into some sexy lingerie and waited for him on the bed. When he came out of the bathroom he just had his towel wrapped around his waist.

"Okay. Now what are you going to do with me?" he asked with his hands on his hips.

"Take off your towel," I instructed.

He let his towel drop to the floor. At first he just stood there with his hands on his hips grinning. After a couple seconds I asked, "Are you just going to stand there naked?" Instead of springing forth onto the bed with his sexy wife in lingerie, he began doing the hoola-hoop and swinging his junk around. "Aw, that's cute. But you'd have to have something to swing around for it to impress me," I teased. I was glad that he was still completely flaccid. I didn't really want to cater to his fetish for the edging experiment. I wanted this to be my thing. But a quick, subtle comment would get him ready to go.

He stopped swinging it around and took a step towards the bed. I told him to stop.

"What? I thought you were trying to get me on the bed!" he exclaimed.

"I changed my mind," I said.

"I want you to get yourself hard for me," I instructed as I pulled down my top to expose my nipples. I leaned over to his side of the bed and grabbed his pillow and put it on top of my own. I was going to sit up and masturbate for him while I watched him stroke himself.

"Go ahead," I said as I started to touch myself.

He started touching himself lightly. My nipples started to harden pretty quickly. His cock did too.

"Mmmm," I bit my lower lip. "I love watching your cock grow for me."

"Come over here," I ordered. "I want you to lick my pussy."

He went down on me for a long time. He stayed down there until I gave him permission to stop. I have never been able to have an orgasm from being eaten out, but Kevin was good at it and I let this session go on much longer than I normally would have. It was hard for me not to just put his cock in me right then. But I was going to follow through.

"Stand up," I told him. He stood up beside the bed. I laid down on my stomach across the bed and started to lightly fondle his balls as I watched his cock spring back to it's fully erect state. I started sucking him while he bent over and massaged my butt. After about fifteen or twenty minutes I removed his cock from my mouth, grabbed his shaft and slapped his head on my tongue a couple of times before I looked up at him and said, "Alright. I'm done with you. Go find something else to do."

He took a step back and looked at me as he reached down to keep his dick hard in hopes of continuing.

"Eh, eh!" I scolded. "I didn't say you could continue. Let go. Go watch TV or something."

He went away on demand. I masturbated and had an orgasm. This little project may well end up being pretty fun.

I planned on doing this for a period of three nights. I didn't really know much about the practice and I wasn't sure how long was too long to make Kevin hold out before it became cruel. I wanted to do something just a little bit different each of the three nights just to keep things interesting. But I had a feeling that after the first two nights of this, my plans for the big finale were going to make a big splash. See what I did there? "Big finale?" "Big splash?" Yeah, well I think I'm funny.

Day two was upon us. I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do for this session, so I was wracking my brain to think of some ideas while I was on my way home for lunch. When I got there I found my Amazon package waiting for me on the doorstep. I took the box inside and opened it up to make sure everything was correct. It was. I wasn't going to break this idea out until at least the third night of this project, so I needed to find a place to hide it so Kevin wouldn't see it between now and then.

Kevin never used most of his drawers, so I went straight for his lowest drawer, his winter sweaters drawer, as a place to temporarily hide my surprise.

To my surprise, when I opened the drawer and cleared some space, I saw that Kevin had already hidden something in there himself. I don't know how long ago he had purchased it, but there was a penis sleeve in there. Kevin never kept any secrets from me so I was genuinely curious about the timing in which he had attained it. Was it before me out of insecurity? Was it recently to try something new with me?

When Kevin got home that evening I was already in a hot bubble bath having a glass of wine. And touching myself. I found that my anticipation for some of our sexual events was probably as great or greater than his. He came in and I heard the door shut. He shouted back through the house, "Korina?"

"In the bath!" I shouted back.

He walked into the bathroom and gave me a big smile. "Whatcha doin in there?" he asked.

"Touching myself," I replied. That caught him a bit off guard. But he quickly began disrobing with the anticipation of joining me. As he was taking off his clothes I spoke up again, "Kevin."

"Yes," he answered.

"I have another confession to make," I acknowledged.

 didn't let him respond or ask any other questions. "I ordered a surprise several days ago for us to use at the end of this little edging experiment, and..." I paused. I don't know why. I had never found anything of Kevin's, so I didn't want him to be caught off guard or mad at me. "I was looking for a place to hide the surprise and I chose your winter drawer." I could tell by his eyes that he knew what that meant, but he didn't have any kind of major reaction, or any response at all. I suppose he was waiting for me to see what I would say.

"I saw the penis sleeve," I admitted. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He offered a light sigh. "I was embarrassed," he admitted.

"Of what?" I asked. "I mean, I assume you bought it for us to try, right?"

"Well, yeah, but..." he paused unconfidently.

"Come on in here with me," I suggested.

He stepped into the bath. He sat across from me at first but I motioned him over to me and sort of spun him around so that he was sitting between my legs and pulled him back to me so that he was leaning back on me. "You can always tell me when you buy things like this for us to try, you know. Or just tell me that you want to try something else," I said as I reached around to start playing with him. He was completely flaccid. I knew that because he was not aroused, as he typically would be as soon as he saw me naked in the bath, and with my admission that I was already touching myself, that there might be something bothering him in relation to this.

"Well, what?" I asked. "No need to go all shy and quiet on me now! I know all your little quirks and I love them. I'd rather you just be honest about it and let us find a way to have fun with it!" I said enthusiastically to encourage him that whatever his answer was that I would be accepting.

"I bought it before we went on vacation. It was when you started describing your doctoral thesis project. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry about me," he started.

"Worry about you how?" I asked.

"You know...that I was worried about not being enough," he continued. "But I guess I wouldn't buy something like that if I wasn't," he went on.

"I don't think I understand," I said.

"Well, during the whole thesis process I just started to wonder if maybe you missed having something bigger. I guess I just got a little embarrassed that I bought it. It was like an admission that I wish...you know," he acknowledged reluctantly.

"That you wished your dick was bigger?" I asked rhetorically. "Every guy does. Even the big ones."

I paused and looked at him to get a sense of his emotions. "Look. I don't miss it. I don't miss anything about my sexual experiences before you. Not a single aspect. But you don't have to be embarrassed about buying something that is intended to add to our sex life. I'm not at all interested in you being bigger, but I am certainly interested in participating in something that you want to try in our personal sex life. That's definitely not something to be ashamed of. In fact I just appreciate that you desire to find ways to please me. But it won't be increasing your size that does it for me. It's no different than the dirty talk that you prefer for your fetish. I have no personal desire to tell you the things you want to hear about your size, but the fact that it turns you on, turns me on. The fact that you're comfortable enough to tell me these things and include me in them is the arousing part."

"Now. I'm horny! Would you like to try your sleeve? I have something for you but it's not much, so if you want to we can," I stated.

"Okay," he said, still seemingly a bit reluctant. "What did you have for me?" he asked.

"You'll see," I said. "But it's really nothing too crazy or kinky. Just a detail I thought you might enjoy."

We stood up out of the bath and he was still soft. That was very unlike him, so I knew that there must still be some anxiety and even embarrassment lingering over my discovery of his device. I decided not to be so controlling once we got to the bedroom. I figured it might be better to ease into the sexual stuff with a bit more normal foreplay.

Before climbing onto the bed I opened my nightstand and took out my reading glasses and put them on. Sometimes something as simple as a different look could push the right buttons. Kevin had mentioned previously that he thought the whole sexy teacher look was a turn on.

He definitely liked the look. He started to grow a little bit almost instantaneously. "Sexy?" I asked.

"Very," he responded as he reached down to help himself along.

"That's hot. I love it when you stroke yourself to me," I confessed.

I laid on my back on the bed still naked from the shower and instructed him to straddle me and get on top of me. I fondled his package gently to warm him up and then motioned for him to slide up so I could suck him from this position. I liked this position for giving him head. It gave him control over the depth and pace. Because of his upwards curve I always wondered if he could occasionally feel my teeth or rubbed the roof of my mouth funny. I know the head is very sensitive so in my own mind I felt like this may not be the best position for his pleasure, but he never had any complaints and always seemed to enjoy it.

After a few minutes of grabbing his butt and pulling his cock into my throat I pushed him back a bit and told him to switch positions. We flip flopped and I got on top of him and straddled him just below his cock. I halfway crawled across the bed to reach down into his drawer and bring out the sleeve he had been keeping a secret. I didn't think discussing it further would invite a positive response so I decided just to take charge of that experiment.

"I'm guessing you're going to need some lube to get into this," I said as I reached into my drawer to get the baby oil. I gave myself a couple squirts into the palm of my hand and slathered his cock.

I slid the sleeve down on top of his swollen head. It was harder to get on than a condom. It was a bit more rigged. After I got it on to a point where it looked and felt more snug I asked him how it felt.

"It feels good. It's soft. It's like a really thick condom," he answered matter-of-factly.

"Okay, let's give it a try," I told him as I added some lube to the tip of the sleeve.

I lowered myself onto the tip of the sleeve. It caught me off guard a bit. It had added quite a bit of thickness. I obviously had a facial reaction and let out a slight moan as it entered. He noticed.

"That's really hot," he said.

I slid down his shaft slowly a couple of times and asked him how it felt for him.

"It feels really good when you get back down to my shaft," he said.

The sleeve only slid over top of part of his shaft, so I knew what he meant. It felt better once his own skin could feel me. It was actually the same for me. It was interesting and the material was at least somewhat realistic, but I much preferred his own skin. Still, there was a good chance I could use the experience for his benefit going forward. I knew that he liked my reactions as it entered, so I could definitely play on the size thing for him. That being said, I wasn't very interested in actually using the sleeve again. Actually, I wasn't very interested in continuing with the sleeve.

It actually worked out pretty good for me that I had always planned to use this as just another session for the edging experiment and could simply stop the session and be able to explain it away by referencing the edging. It honestly wasn't very good sex. Our sex life as a collective is wonderful. Each time we have sex isn't always great, but it has never been bad between Kevin and I. Like all couples, sometimes the sex is just, eh. But the sleeve... I wasn't a fan at all. I understand why Kevin bought it. I understand why Kevin thought it might be a positive addition to our sex life. But it was bad. I don't mind incorporating toys here and there to add to physical and especially psychological pleasure, but from now on when I have sex with Kevin I don't want the actual penetration from him to be some fake attachment. I want to feel Kevin's erection. I want to feel how soft his skin is. I want to feel the pulsations from the reactions based on what he likes and what he doesn't like. I want to feel his pelvis rub against my clit. I want to feel his effort.

I needed to get through this session. Like everything else about our sex life, I thought it best to just open up and be honest.

"Kevin," I interrupted his thrusts.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"I don't like it," I stated bluntly.

He stopped thrusting but didn't say anything. He just gave me an inquisitive look.

"Can we do something else?" I asked. "How about I get on my knees and suck your dick with the glasses on?" I suggested.

"Of course. I don't want to do stuff you don't enjoy. You know that," he reassured me.

I wanted him to have something that he both enjoyed and that gave him a little bit more of a dominant position. I felt bad for not liking this avenue. He rarely suggested additional experiments. But I also shouldn't feel guilty for not liking something. Eh. Sex can be awkward I guess. At least we're able to talk about it and move on.

To make him feel a little bit better (especially since it was the second night in a row where I would intentionally end the session before he achieved orgasm), I placed a pillow on the floor, removed the sleeve and stroked him for a bit while I made out with him. I lowered my glasses just a bit to look over the brim seductively at him and asked, "Do you think I'm sexier in the glasses?"

"Eh, not sexier necessarily. Maybe...dirtier...naughtier," he replied.

I lowered myself onto the pillow and grabbed his butt to pull him forcefully into my mouth as I looked up at him. I could tell it turned him on. His head thickened. I didn't want to revert back to telling him he was small because I figured I would use that as part of the big finale tomorrow night. But I knew I could simply make a reference to the size difference that the sleeve added and conclude the session on a positive note for both of us, with him left wanting more and excited for tomorrow and me left knowing he was pleasured and that I was easily able to escape the only really bad sexual experience I've had with Kevin.

"So, did you like the sleeve?" I asked as I licked his frenulum.

"Uh," he stammered. "I liked your reaction when it went in."

"Yeah? You liked seeing my face as I tried to take something bigger than I'm used to?" I teased.

"Yeah," he began breathing heavily.

"How much bigger did it make you?" I continued.

"Two inches," he struggled.

"Oh? Would you prefer having a seven inch penis? You think you could make me feel better if you were a little above average?" I added.

"Seven inches is a 'little above average'?" he asked under heavy breathing.

"Well, I mean it's not like you don't know that I've had a lot bigger than seven inches," I teased.

He was only able to moan. I pulled my mouth off of his shaft, stood up, gave his butt a playful slap, and kissed him on the cheek as I walked away, swinging my hips in an exaggerated manner as I looked back over my shoulder at him in a teasing and seductive way. I closed the bathroom door behind me with him standing there hard as a rock.

Chapter Nine- The Big Splash

After an underwhelming second night of edging I still felt like the project would be a success. It was at least serving it's purpose. Kevin was clearly tantalized. I could feel his anxiety building for his release as the hours went by.

I too was excited for it. I couldn't wait to see what his orgasm looked like. I wondered how much it would be and how far it would shoot. I was also excited for myself. I knew that after he came he would still be hard and ready to please me. In the past when we jumped straight into the sex after he had already had one orgasm the sex lasted as long as I wanted it to. And it was always very intense. He could fuck me so hard for so long that I would feel it the next day.

As soon as we woke up the next morning I wanted to put a reminder in his head (yeah, the little head too) that tonight was his night. Well, our night.

"Hey, can I talk to you about last night before you go to work?" I asked.

"Of course," he replied as he began looking through his closet for today's attire.

"I want you to know that I always appreciate when you make an effort to add something to our sex life. But I also want to be honest about those things. And I really didn't like the sleeve at all. I am happy to go through all the size talk that you want. I'm fine with pretty much any verbal aspect of that that you prefer. But I don't want you to be bigger. And I don't care anything at all for the fake addition. It was unnatural. It wasn't like a dildo. It was like you were trying to be something you're not but with the weird addition that part of what was inside me was synthetic and when you went deeper I could feel your actual shaft. Well, I prefer your actual penis. I prefer the texture, the curve and the size. And I honestly have no interest in pursuing that avenue again if that's okay with you?" I admitted.

"Of course it's okay with me!" he said with a huge smile on his face. "I'm actually relieved in a sense. I was skeptical about it in the first place as you know. And I'm happy that you told me how you really felt about it."

"Great! Now get out of here and be thinking about the fact that I have something very fun and kinky planned for you tonight! And after I'm done with you I want you to fuck me silly! So hydrate well," I said with an heir of jubilance.

I had planned on taking off early from work today so I could have plenty of time for preparation. Simple details like candles really took things to the max for Kevin. He was more of a romantic than I was. He was the one that cared about bringing me roses because it was Wednesday. Until I told him I didn't like flowers of course. But things like the natural light and seductiveness of candles I understood. He wanted to be able to see what was going on. He wanted to be able to see my body. And I his. He particularly loved seeing my eyes. Of course, now that I think about it maybe that was more to do with me shoving his cock down my throat.

See, now I've crossed over the seductive and sexy line into the bring him home to ravage me now line. I really should have given myself a helping hand last night when I left Kevin standing naked and craving more. Apparently I was craving more too. Anticipation can be a powerful force.

By five minutes til three I had restless leg syndrome and was wondering why time decided to slow down. But somehow I made it to three, headed out of the office and went home. I did a little bit of cleaning and I prepped a light snack for us. I wasn't much of a cook, so all I was planning was a bread and cheese plate with some wine. I didn't want us to cramp up during sex. That's not sexy. And I didn't want to jump right in while it was still light outside and we couldn't use the candles that I had so tediously planned.

There was one trick I was still going to have to find a solution for. It had been a long time since I had participated in or even thought about Kevin's love for the comic book heroes. Since our first date I guess. So, my surprise for him was that I was going to wear a Wonder Woman costume for him. I even had the Lasso of Truth. He never said it, but I know he thought Gal Gadot was sexy in that outfit. I could tell by his eyes. Plus I knew he'd be excited that I even remembered that he was a fan. The trick was that I needed to hide the costume under something else until I was ready for the big reveal.

Let's be honest. There isn't much in the way of material to hide. But still, I didn't really have anything other than a bath robe to hide it with. At least this way maybe he would assume I was going to get in some sexy candlelit bubble bath with him after dinner.

When he got home I was already sitting at the dinner table with a glass of wine. The cheese plate was laid out and the bread was in the oven. I was trying to keep my legs crossed so the robe would stay in place without revealing any part of the costume. He came in with a big smile on his face. He walked over and kissed me on the cheek before he sat down. I poured him a glass of wine while the bread finished and asked him if he was ready.

"I've been ready for three days now!" he said excitedly.

"Good. Tonight is going to be fun," I said.

When we finished dinner I told him that I wanted him to go take a shower. It was almost dark out now.

"Aren't you going to join me?" he asked.

"No. I already showered. I'll be waiting for you when you get out. No need to put any clothes on. Just dry off and come to me," I instructed.

I would have to hurry to get all the candles lit and the rest of the costume in order. I knew that was going to be a quick shower.

When he came out of the bathroom I was in full costume, standing with my Lasso of Truth thrown over my shoulder with a chair sitting beside the bed. When he saw me his jaw dropped a little.

"Oh my God you sexy ass woman!" he exclaimed.

"Have a seat," I instructed.

I put the noose around his arms and torso and pulled it taut so that he was lightly strapped to the chair. I walked the rope around so that I was behind him. I leaned into his ear and looked down.

"You're still soft. The Lasso of Truth compels you to tell me what it will take to make your cock hard," I whispered.

"Whatever you want to do," he replied.

"That's not an acceptable answer. Tell me. What do you want?" I demanded as I walked the rope back around so he could see me.

"I want you to talk dirty to me," he admitted.

I moved closer to him and stood straddled over his legs in a firm and dominant position. I reached down and grabbed under his chin and forced his head upwards to look at me as I held him in place.

"We'll see," I paused and looked down and made sure he saw that I was looking for the growing to commence. "I have big plans..." I paused for effect. "Well, I guess my plans aren't actually big..."

Immediate impact. It was both impressive and sexy to watch him get an erection without the use of his hands.

"I see you growing. Did that comment turn you on? Just wait til I get going. Your little cock is going to explode," I teased.

"Are you going to tease me all night?" he asked.

"Unmercifully. Until I feel like letting you cum, that is."

I stepped back and bent down to place my hands on top of his knees. I leaned over further to put the head of his cock in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around for a couple of seconds then stepped back away.

"Do you like my outfit?" I moved my hands up and sort of squeezed my cleavage together and asked, "If I let you, do you want to put your cock between there?" It was actually something I hoped to accomplish with the outfit. It was pretty tight elastic so I thought I could slide his cock under the band and then use my cleavage to stroke him.

"You think your tits are big enough to let me fuck them?" he smarted.

"Ahh. Feelin' frisky, huh? You think your dick is long enough for you to be able to watch it slide between?" I rebutted.

"Probably not," he admitted with a grin on his face.

"Well at least the Lasso is working," I joked.

"Let's try," I said.

I removed the lasso and instructed him to sit on the bed. I'm not that tall and the bed sits up pretty high, so I leaned down and slid his cock under the elastic band. He wasn't long enough for his head to come out the top. "Aw. Looks like you were right. I bet it feels good between my soft tits. It's too bad you're not big enough to watch."

His cock was now so hard that it was stretching my top because of how forcefully his curve was pulling upwards.

"Lay down," I demanded.

He did. "That's really hot babe," his erection was so firm that other than his curve he was pointed straight up without being touched. "How much longer do you think you can take this?"

"As long as you're willing to continue," he said confidently.

"I don't think that's true," I offered. "I think if I keep teasing you about being small, you'll cum like a teenage boy during his first blowjob."

"Why don't you give it the old college try," he said.

I touched the back of his head lightly with the tip of my index finger. It started reacting for me. I licked around the head for a few more seconds.

"Oh shit," he moaned. "Yeah...suck me."

"No," I replied. "I'm going to make you cum by teasing you, like I said."

I placed my index finger and thumb alongside his pulsating erection to give him the finger measurement for a visual. "Do you think that I would have ever told you that you are small if you hadn't admitted that you liked it?"

"I doubt it," he breathed heavily.

"You're probably right," I gave him another swirl around his head with my tongue.

"But I like it now," I admitted.

"You like telling me I'm small?" he struggled.

"Eh, if that's the way you want to think about it. It's more that I like that you know that I know that you don't have a big penis," I admitted. "I like that I can tell you the truth and that you get turned on by it. Not that I've ever needed it, but it gives me this bit of control. Especially since you like it."

I was getting really wet and really worked up. I hopped up on the bed and put one leg over his lower stomach, close enough to his cock that the inside of my thigh would occasionally rub his head as his cock had his normal bouncing reactions. I started fingering myself. I slid a pillow under my shoulders so I could prop myself up to watch.

"Does the inside of my thigh feel good on you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he huffed.

"So, tell me. Have you watched those videos anymore?" I pressed.

"(Haha)" he chuckled.

"That's a yes," I stated.

I grabbed the tip of his cock gently and angled it towards my wet pussy. I let the tip of his cock barely feel my wetness. He angled his body more towards mine trying to insert himself. He was having a hard time resisting now.

"You know they would have been a few inches deep in me from that position," I teased again.

His hips began to thrust. He reached up and squeezed my right breast with a fair amount of force. I looked down because I knew it was about to happen. Without touching his cock his orgasm began in a little bit different manner this time. I have seen this phenomenon, where a woman makes the man cum without the use of physical stimulation from her or from him, referred to as a "ruined orgasm." The first release was a few thick, rolling blobs, forcing their way out. Then came the eruption. He didn't shoot as far as normal. Perhaps it was because there was so much. The first shot landed just under my chest and it literally made a "splat" sound when it hit because it was so much and so thick. He squirted several more times all over my stomach. After watching his release I wondered why people referred to this type of ejaculation as "ruined." There was nothing ruined about it that I could gather.

I was so turned on. I immediately grabbed his shaft and guided him into me. It really was a bit of a stretch to keep him in from this angle. But he immediately began thrusting into me. I had to ask him how it felt for him to cum without being touched. "Oh my God! That was amazing!" he exclaimed. He reached under my hip and used both hands to forcefully press my hips down further onto his shaft. It was very lustful.

After several rapid thrusts he reached up behind my head and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head back so that he could whisper, "I love you so much," into my ear.

At that point my desires turned more lustful as well.

I pulled myself off him, laid down on my back and almost jerked him back on top of me. I put my legs on his shoulders so he could get deeper. A few thrusts in I told him to throw my leg over his shoulder so that I was on my side but with my upper body turned towards him as much as possible so we could have the eye contact. I wanted him to see how good it felt for me. And though I didn't have all that much to bounce around, he always said he like watching my boobs when he started going faster. He grabbed my ass/hip and began pounding. The bed started creaking at first. Soon the bed was actually sliding and the bedposts were ramming hard into the wall.

"Oh shit!" I screamed. "Your cock feels so thick from this angle!" It was the most constant and intense pleasure I had ever felt inside me. I had buried my face in the pillow and was gripping anything I could with intense pressure; the sheets, the bed rails, the mattress. I couldn't hang on to anything.

He fucked me with the same intensity, at the same pace for the next hour. I screamed most of the time. After having several orgasms myself, I began to feel like I was going to get stuck in this position. I could start to tell a difference in how his cock felt inside me and figured he was close again. I was moments away from another orgasm myself. "Harder!" "Fuck me!" "Fuck!" Our walls were taking a beating.

He came inside me with his cock as deep inside me as he could get. His head was so swollen and thick and applying direct pressure on my G-spot. My orgasm was intense.

That. That was great sex.

Chapter Ten - My Doctoral Thesis Completed

Given the combinations of the career I was already in, the very specific sexual situation that I was in with regard to my personal life, and the need on my part to write a doctoral thesis to complete my years long process, I wrote my paper on the only thing I could. Penis size.

Well. I didn't offer it that way. Besides, how stupid would it have been to offer a psychology thesis on an anthropological topic? In today's world part of the trick in getting people to believe you're smarter than you actually are is to use language meant to sound impressive. It doesn't matter if you're stupid if you can memorize some big key words. My thesis, specifically, was: A Study of the Anthropological Effects of Human Evolution as it Correlates to the Psychological State of Men and Women in Relation to Penis Size.

Laymen's translation: how do men and women differ in their opinions about dicks and have those opinions influenced human evolution?

I'm neither a procrastinator nor a slacker. But I am not stupid either. I knew I would have to present a thesis paper that bordered on a novel. Why not write it on a topic I had already written a book's worth of words on? Kevin finds it hot and I find it interesting. Might as well turn something in that I already have practice at and a working knowledge about.

There's no reason to make things in life more difficult than they have to be, right?

But in all seriousness I did my thesis more as a reflection of the evolution of penis sizes and shapes. I took the process very seriously. I am serious about my career. I just took advantage of the fact that this topic was already part of my private life.

Kevin and I started discussing the fact that I was going to be doing this topic and I asked him if he would be willing to be one of the samples as long as it remained anonymous. He agreed.

Am I going to be the only male perspective that you offer?" he inquired.

"No. I wanted to use a few more as long as I can find them and they are open to sharing," I said.

"Do you know who you're going to use?" he continued.

"Honestly, I hadn't thought about it. I don't really know how I am going to go about it, but I would also like to hear the perspectives of a guy that is well endowed and a guy that is actually small. It should be easy enough to find a guy willing to talk about how well endowed he is, but I was hoping to also find somebody that has a micro penis. You know, like an actual, diagnosable condition, if he is willing," I gave him an honest answer.

"So are you just going to ask some random guys how big their dick is?" Kevin asked.

"No, of course not. I was going to start with my website. Right now I get a few thousand daily views. I would think that would be more than enough to extract some volunteers, especially since they have looked up and are visiting a business that deals with issues of a sexual nature. I was just going to add a paragraph on my home page about the need for willing participants to share their perspective on penis size. I feel quite certain I'll have several dozen respondents, to whom I will send out emails, more information to and begin to separate the serious from the unserious," I explained. "I actually don't think there will be too many of the unserious variety because most of my calls and emails are from the woman in the partnership. Women tend to be more willing to seek outside assistance in regard to sexual abnormalities, insecurities, what have you."

I wrote extensively on the evolution of how different sizes, shapes and preferences came about. I wrote about the shape of the head potentially being developed in order to remove a woman's previous lover's sperm to give himself a better chance of procreating. I wrote about visual studies involving different heights, shoulder widths and penis sizes. I wrote about the preferences of thickness versus length. I wrote about everything imaginable in terms of how to quantitatively analyze the development of the human penis.

I also included some theoretical psychology in terms of how women may have chosen their mates, not only as early humans, but as primates developing into humans. We are created in such an intricate and indeed, intimate manner. We are very visually acute. And our intimacy is intricately tied to the visual stimuli that we are exposed to. Other than discussing the obvious visual cues about size that would be presented to early human females from the lack of clothing. I discussed at length that I sided with the theory that humans developed and separated themselves from other primates specifically because larger penises in the early stages of human development allowed us to be much more visual during our sexual experiences. Simply put, larger penises enabled humans to have sex in different positions while still being able to maintain eye contact, to be able to see the other visual cues that gave out information about how pleasurable, painful, or even how sensual a certain lover was from a variety of positions.

What I couldn't do, but needed to include, was a man's perspective. Not the numbers. The feelings.

I did just that. I offered a paragraph with contact info and gave viewers a window of five days to respond.

After the five days of submissions I ended up with seventy-six submissions of interest, all of which I responded to with more detailed information. After those further communications I had gotten the field of respondents narrowed down to thirty-eight. Most of them, as I expected, were women that were part of a relationship where they felt there were either insecurities from their male partner, weird or misunderstood fetishes, or just sincere interest in participating in the feedback process. Of the thirty-eight, there were two solo men that just sent dick pics with a few sentences about me being hot and that they would gladly offer me their giant cock. I actually figured I would use the more literate of the two to highlight the sentiments that were offered by a giant dick that believed his giant dick was the end all be all of sexual desirability. Neither of those two respondents were the sharpest tools in the shed based on the written portions of their responses, but one was downright worrisome. I wasn't sure if that poor fellow was smart enough to follow a visual diagram of where to place his pride. It definitely took a few million years for that poor sap to find his way out of the cave.

Of the other thirty-six, they all seemed to be serious and at least moderately detailed in their responses. I couldn't highlight all of them, so I chose four more responses other than Kevin's.

I chose one because of the fact that the man had an actual micro penis. As a medical diagnosis, a micro penis is a penis that is at least two and a half standard deviations below the average. This gentleman was two point eight inches long, which is just at the edge of what is considered part of the medical condition. His girlfriend of eight months is the one who originally submitted an interest. After reading his responses I imagine it took quite a bit of convincing to get him to discuss it. She actually sent a picture of her measuring as proof of his condition.

His personal responses were worrisome. He had never embraced his size and it didn't seem like he would ever be able to. He was not just ashamed of it. He was angry about it. He was openly against any and all humiliation fetishes because he didn't feel like his condition was something to be accepted and then used as manipulation as he saw it in his mind. His girlfriend added some of her own thoughts via a separate email explaining that she loved the guy when he was in public, but that his lack of self confidence in the bedroom was strenuous on their sex life, particularly hers. She was hesitant to offer suggestions to use toys because she felt like she would be patronizing him and making him feel like he was never going to be adequate enough.

I was hopeful but doubtful that she would ever be able to appease his emotions about the issue and felt like this gentleman would ultimately drive her and any future partners away based purely on his attitude and his inability to allow a woman to love him for who he was. As bad as I hate to say this, his words led me to believe that he probably wasn't to that point yet, but that this man was a candidate to become suicidal.

Another respondent I chose to include as part of my thesis was a gentleman whose wife used a chastity cage on him and regularly "cucked" him with other men. She acknowledged in her correspondence that she was a "dom" and that he was a "sub." They had been married for a couple decades and they had been practicing their sexual habits for nearly as long. His measurements were similar to Kevin's and while his fetish certainly fit into the humiliation category, both he and his wife were much more into the most demeaning, almost cruel side of the genre. She kept the key to his cage and only unlocked him to allow him to masturbate whenever the whim struck her. She forced him to watch her have sex with other men, typically with a racial element involved and always with larger men. From his responses he loved it as much as she loved the power she had over him.

Another subject I chose was one of the more fascinating cases I've ever run across. It was particularly interesting that he shared basically the same fetish interests as Kevin. The difference was that this gentleman was just over seven inches long. His girlfriend of two years also sent a picture of her measuring and some of her own thoughts about his interests. As she expressed, I'm not sure if I could imagine telling this gentleman that he was small. I suppose he would have had interest in the fact that I had two previous lovers that were larger than him, but there's no way around the fact that over seven inches just can't be considered small.

He had apparently had similar experiences to Kevin's earlier in life. It is a crazy statistical anomaly for a man as large as him to have had multiple experiences being around other men with larger penises and or being with girls that had previously experienced larger sizes. His current girlfriend had not had any such experience, so her inquiries into this project were much more an attempt at understanding why he would desire such a fetish to be applied to him in their sex life. I felt like she was probably about to become a client.

As for the gentlemen I chose that simply wanted to show off his goods, I chose to highlight the mindset of a typical alpha male that believed that his physical prowess was all that sex required. I couldn't help but reminisce on my own findings about evolution and think, "How did this Neanderthal manage to escape the cave?" He was certainly very large. His unsolicited photos showed a solid nine and a half inches that were nearly as thick as a pork tenderloin. But his written responses told the story about where his blood flowed. "I'd tap that ass. You know you'd fuck this sausage." He even suggested that he could show me the "helicopter," which I can only assume means some version of him whirling his schlong around and around, which of course every woman lustfully dreams of as her ideal foreplay session.

And to think, I chose the literate of those two types of submissions.

All in all, I found that I could sum up my findings in far less than the hundred and forty or so pages of thesis I turned in. Leonard Hofstadter said it appropriately in an episode of The Big Bang Theory, "Yes, but our society has undergone a paradigm shift, in the information age, Sheldon, you and I are the alpha males." The nerds won.

Thank goodness.

I can't imagine the damage done to our species if we were resigned to accepting billions of those Bruiser McEggplants beating their clubs around the walls of the cave.

Unfortunately, that sentence alone wouldn't garner me an "A."

Chapter Eleven - Kevin's Chapter

As you know I had approached Kevin with the idea to answer some questions in a mini-journal. I assured him that no one would ever know it was him and that he certainly did not have to do it.

He did not hesitate to help me out. But he did have a condition. He demanded that I measure him (again) for that part of the response section.

Sneaky bastard. Extorted me for sexual favors.

I can live with that.

"Okay. Haven't I already done that," I asked with a hint of confusion.

"Yeah. I know. But it's hot," he replied.

"How so?" I asked. "I mean, it's not like we don't both know your exact size."

"I dunno. Other than the fact that I know I'll be getting to have sex with you during the experiment I guess I just find it hot that it is so vivid. I mean, if you want to know the truth, in my own head I find it incredibly sexy when the knowledge is so intimate for you. You're looking at exactly what I've got and..." he paused briefly. "It's honestly still an arousing thought from time to time to think about the fact that you've done this with at least two other guys."

"Oh," I began to reply.

"Are those the only other two you ever measured?" he interrupted.

"Ha. 'Only' other two?" I asked. "You know, most women probably never care enough to actually measure any of their guys' penises. I certainly never cared anything about what those measurements actually were. But no, I never measured any other guy. My first experience would not have wanted that. He was embarrassed by how small he was. He wouldn't have wanted me to see the results and he certainly wouldn't have wanted to talk about it. And I only ever gave one blowjob to the other guy."

"How big do you think his was?" he asked.

"You know, I knew you were going to ask me that," I laughed. "He wasn't a lot bigger than you. He may not have even been quite as thick as your head gets. I guess he was probably about six inches. Maybe a little longer than that. But other than him being a dick, I really wasn't turned on by his dick. I didn't like the shape. It had a weird double curve, almost like a kink in a cat's tail, and his head was the thinnest part. It just wasn't what I think of as an aesthetically pleasing penis."

I actually thought this was a good idea. I knew he would enjoy it and I knew I really needed to add a personal and emotional dimension to my thesis. But more importantly, if all it took to make sure Kevin enjoyed a sexual experience was for me to hold a measuring tape up to his penis, that seemed pretty easy to accommodate. Besides, I knew that if I got his dick hard the night wouldn't end up being just about him. But I did want to be erotic about it. I didn't want to just get it done and write it down. The experience didn't matter to me the way it did to him.

I helped Kevin in the kitchen that evening, playing the role of sous chef. We had a sit down dinner with a glass of wine. I got up and stopped him from bothering with the dishes to rub his shoulders. I started to kiss his neck.

"You really wanna get this done quick don't ya?" he joked.

"It better not be quick," I quipped.

He stood up and we walked back into the bedroom. I instructed him to take off my clothes. He did so slowly. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as he slipped off my bra from behind. I thought I looked sexy. I turned further so that I was facing the mirror as he disrobed me. I even made a comment to him, "Look. You have a sexy ass wife," I said softly and confidently. I didn't know where that part of me came from. But I did feel like I looked particularly attractive.

"Duh," he said as he looked me up and down in the mirror. "You're gorgeous."

I adjusted my body back to facing him but still with my neck turned looking into the mirror to keep watching. He grabbed my ass with both hands firmly as he stared.

"You like that baby? You like my ass?" I whispered.

"You're so sexy babe, oh my God," he whispered back.

I lowered myself to remove his pants. His boner sprang out firmly.

"Wow. You really do like what you see don't you?" I asked rhetorically. "Look how hard your little guy is," I teased and gave it a slight touch on the side to make it bob and swing. "Boy-yoy-yoy-yoing." I can't believe I actually made that noise.

"Little guy?" he inquired with a grin.

I chuckled. "You like it," I teased.

He laughed. "Do you?" he asked.

"Like your little guy?" I teased again. "I love it. Look how hard you are! I don't even have to touch it for it to stand straight up!" At this point I was barely using my fingertips to caress the head of his penis. Just my index finger and thumb to tease him.

"Do you like the way I'm touching it?" I wanted to start ramping up the dirty talk. I could tell he was enjoying the scenario.

"I love it," he mumbled as he lightly thrust his hips.

"I love your reactions. Seeing how good this feels for you is making me so wet," I told him.

"Stroking my cock is making you wet?" he asked curiously as if he didn't believe me.

"Of course. I always get wet from playing with you," I stated. "What is it about this that makes you so turned on?"

"I like watching you stroke me," he said. "I love how your fingers feel."

"Yeah?"

"What else do you like?" I continued.

"I like that you play along with me," he opened up.

"You mean like measuring you so you can see how your little guy stacks up?" I continued the teasing.

He huffed and breathed heavily as his hips continued to thrust involuntarily.

"Are you ready to see?" I asked.

"Will you suck me first?" he asked. He never asked. Of course, he didn't really have to either.

I gave him a couple of deep sucks without bothering to answer him. I teased the back of his head with my tongue. I knew that made him super hard. I wanted him throbbing.

"It looks like you're awfully ready," I said.

Okay. You can go ahead," he said.

 had a tape measure this time so I could do his girth as well as his length. "Let's see how thick you are first," I said. I measured around the middle of his shaft, "That looks like about eleven point three, eleven point four centimeters. About four and a quarter inches around," I stated.

"Well, that doesn't seem fair," Kevin interjected. "The thickest part of my penis is my head," he emphasized.

"Haha, that's funny," I retorted. "Defensive eh? But fair enough," I admitted.

I wrapped the measuring tape around his swollen head, "You were right. You're about four and three-quarter inches around. Now that is hot. I love how much thicker your head is than your shaft. It's really hot when you get really turned on because it just keeps growing. Mmmm. I love how I can always tell that I am doing something or saying something that you really like."

"Now the length," I said. He was getting incredibly turned on too. His penis was throbbing. I knew all of these comments would be arousing for him, but he looked like he was on the edge of cumming already. I was so wet. I wanted his cock inside me so bad.

"God, you're so turned on by this! It's so hot watching your cock react," I exclaimed. "Can I ask you what it is that you find so arousing about this?"

"It's hot that you know," he was struggling to respond and to keep himself from prematurely ejaculating.

"Know what?" I asked rhetorically.

"How big my cock is," he moaned.

"Well, I wouldn't call it 'big,'" I was tantalizing him at this point.

"What would you call it?" he pressed me to continue the dirty talk.

"It's a nice size," I stated as I gave him a couple of gentle strokes.

"No, no! Don't you dare cum!" I instructed. "I've still got to let you confirm for yourself that you aren't very well endowed," I poked. I knew he wasn't going to last much longer as long as I kept commenting, so I held the base of his penis firmly to trap the blood.

I placed the base of the tape at his base and asked, "Is that fair?" and smiled at him.

"Yeah," he said breathing heavily.

I pulled the tape up directly beside his shaft. "About thirteen point two centimeters. Your penis is just under five and a quarter inches long," I announced. He had started to release some cum but was trying desperately to keep himself from completing his orgasm.

I couldn't take it anymore and neither could he. I hurried up on top of him and slid myself down his shaft and started to ride him with increasing rapidity. "I love how turned on you get. I love that you've embraced your size and invite me to play along with your fantasies."

I could feel him start to cum. I was going to need him to fuck me again later, but it made me happy that he couldn't resist me. I especially loved that I was able to perform the types of things that took him over the edge. It had become quite fun to participate in his "little" pleasures. It got me regular, passionate sex and it made him want me all the time. Getting the sex is great. But every woman will tell you that it is stimulating just to be wanted.

But without further ado, here are my questions and Kevin's answers:

What is your own penis size? And how do you feel about it?

According to my wife, and the measuring tape, I'm just under five and a quarter inches long and about four and three-quarters inches at my thickest point. I know that I am at the bottom of the spectrum of average in terms of length and I now know that I am right at the average in terms of girth.

If I am offering a truthful response I became somewhat ashamed of it after certain events in my life, for a period. And, again, if I am being truthful, I am in what I assume is the very unique position where I have actually seen two of my wife's former lovers' penises.Though my wife and I now have a wonderful sexual relationship that includes a size play and comment/comparison element in many of our endeavors, I was at first pretty embarrassed by how much bigger they were than me. I am still somewhat embarrassed. I know she loves me and I know she loves my penis and I know that I can't control the size of my penis. But there is an unshakeable element of male insecurity still in there occasionally and it can be an unavoidable thought at times, the realization that my wife has seen and felt guys that were significantly larger than me. Women can say that it's all about how you use it all they want and I think there is certainly a lot of truth to that. But I think most men know perfectly well that there is a visual preference, a visual reaction, when they first see a well endowed man and when they first feel the feeling of a penis that takes up more space inside them, that stretches them out and maybe gives them that tiny bit of tolerable and intriguing pain that can add to both physical and psychological pleasure for many women.

The older I've gotten the more okay with my size I get. I mean, I'd rather be bigger like most men. But I'm not bothered by it like I was when I was younger. I think that's mostly due to my wife and her attitude towards it.

If you have a significant other, what do you think she thinks of your penis size?

I'd say she'd say that I was average but a-ffective. And she would say it is sexy. She has said that and I believe she really feels that way.

Were there incidents in your life that brought about insecurities with your penis size? If so, elaborate.

I guess there were several such incidents if I am being honest.

Shwew. Okay. I guess the first time I realized that I might be small was in middle school. I had invited a friend over after a game. After my parents went to bed he scrounged through his bag and pulled out a VHS. He asked me if I had ever watched a porno. I hadn't. He put it in and we pressed play and almost immediately this big black guy pulled his cock out for the girl in the video. Obviously being a porn star, he was very well endowed. I had heard that porn stars were huge, so I didn't really think as much about that, but hormone filled boys being hormone filled boys, I sprang a boner pretty quick and without thinking anything else about the situation of watching this with my friend, I pulled mine out and made a comment jokingly about not being nearly that big. My friend then followed suit and pulled his out. He wasn't as hard as I was yet and it was still noticeably larger than mine. When he got hard he was probably about two inches longer than me.

Being a young boy and seeing the size difference, it was...disappointing. So, I became curious about whether or not that was just a coincidence. I invited a different friend over the next weekend and I ordered a porn movie on my parents' satellite TV. This friend actually initiated and did not waste half a second to pull his cock out. He was probably a little bit bigger than the first friend. The problem in my head at that point was that I had invited this particular friend over because he was a very small guy, so I assumed I would be bigger.

To make this part of the story shorter, I ended up doing this with several friends. At least eight or nine others. And aside from being a little bit bigger than one of them and about the same size as two of them, all of the rest were obviously bigger than me. When seven out of ten of your friends are bigger than you, you begin to assume you're just small.

Once I got to high school and started showering after P.E. before I went to other classes and or showering after games, this observation seemed only to become more pronounced. If I showered with a hundred guys during high school, I bet eighty of them were obviously bigger than me.

I know you can't always tell when they're soft which ones will be bigger, but if it's hanging down four or five inches, and sometimes more, then they're already almost as big as the biggest I get when I am fully hard.

I would say that those realizations actually prevented me from dating all throughout my freshman year and the first semester of my sophomore year. When we got back from Christmas break of my sophomore year, a freshman cheerleader, blonde and cute, asked me out. We went to some movies, several school dances and other functions and then one day she invited me over to watch a movie at her parents' house while her parents weren't there. We started making out and she reached down and started rubbing me outside my shorts. I had no real negative or embarrassed thoughts in the moment because I didn't think she had ever done anything with another guy before. She seemed too sweet and innocent. She got down on her knees in front of where I was sitting on the couch and slid my shorts off. She grabbed my boner and gave it the once over and the first comment she made was 'Thank goodness. Damon's was waaaaay too big. I couldn't fit his in my mouth.'" Damon was an eighth grader, so it was particularly embarrassing for me to think that I wasn't even close to as big as a middle schooler even though I had started to develop physically in terms of the rest of my body. It didn't matter in my head that she sounded relieved and genuinely meant her comment in a good way. I was smaller. And she told me so directly.

The last situation was kind of your typical high school drinking and skinny dipping adventure. It was just me and one other guy and four girls. I wasn't dating any of the girls at the time, but there was one I wanted to date. It was her suggestion for all of us to go skinny dipping in the river late one night while we were drinking at her house. I had reservations but she was the first one to shed her clothes. She was standing right beside me and just threw caution to the wind as she disrobed as fast as she could. She gave me that eyebrow-raised look to hurry me along. So, I got naked sort of as I walked into the river and threw my boxers onto the shore and hustled in with my hand covering my junk.Neither she nor any of the other girls had any reservations whatsoever and gleefully splashed around without ever attempting to cover themselves. The water wasn't cold and it was very hot out, so there was no shrinkage issues. In fact, with four sets of perky boobs and hard nipples, I was almost hard under the water. In retrospect I guess I was lucky that I was a little bigger than I normally am when I am flaccid. When we all decided to get out the girls were closer to the shore and I was right behind them. Brent, the other guy, was all the way across the river. When I got out all four girls were already grabbing their clothes and they all watched me walk out. I came out like I went in, covering myself with my hand. But my hair was in my eyes and I still had to pick up my clothes and put them back on, so I knew I was going to be seen. I went ahead and went for it as I got out and used my hands to brush my hair backwards. Nobody giggled or said anything, so I figured I was out of the woods. Then Brent came out of the water with no concern about covering himself. I snuck a quick peek just to see how I measured up and immediately turned my attention back to the girls to see their reaction. He too was semi-erect. And he was huge. I mean, ridiculously huge. The look on the girls' faces said it all. They were in awe. Before any of us were able to start putting our clothes back on one of the girls suggested that we all take a nude walk back across the road and past a few of the houses in the neighborhood. It was probably a mile or so back to the house we were staying at.As everybody else went along with the suggestion and started going down the road, I hung back and tried to sneak my boxers back on quickly. The girl I was interested in dating turned back around and caught me and said, 'Come on Kev. There's nothing to be ashamed about,' with a grin.

I knew what she meant. But anyways. She ended up dating Brent a few weeks later and I always assumed it was because of what she saw that night. I even had a chance to hook up with her about a year later and decided against it because I assumed that she would not be as impressed with me.

If you have a significant other, have you discussed her past relationships specifically in regards to past lover's penis sizes? What are your feelings about those revelations? Elaborate as much as you're willing.

Haha, yeah. I'd say we've discussed it. Like I said, I've seen two of them.

They were much larger than me. But she was upfront with me about that fact before I ever saw for myself. And we've talked about her other experiences and those sizes as well.

Again, as a younger man any discussion with my partners about other guys that were more well endowed than I were more embarrassing than the conversations I have had with my wife as I have gotten older. With age there was actually a greater appreciation that my wife had been with other men regardless of their size because it meant that she learned how to do different things sexually. We all learn through experimentation. It didn't bother me that she'd been with more men than I had women. It even became arousing.

Do you have any fetishes that relate to the size of your penis?

I guess I answered that one at the end of the last question, didn't I?

It depends on what someone is interested in here, because I imagine these to be different types of fetishes, but I suppose some people may view them as one broad category. But in different contexts I am aroused by something called small penis humiliation, small penis encouragement and or small penis worship. I suppose my wife would say that I would be aroused by average penis humiliation, average penis encouragement and average penis worship, but the general point would be that it has to do with me not being big.

Specifically, I found her honesty to be the most arousing thing. Actually hearing her admit that she had been with much larger penises than mine was easily the most arousing aspect of my fetish(es). I eventually saw them as I stated before, and that was probably the point at which I became interested in playing out scenarios that were focused on my unexpected arousal at certain truths about my own penis and how it compares to other men.

I don't want to share her. I don't want her to go off and be with other men, especially if it is just because they are larger than me. I love her and want her for myself. But knowing and being able to imagine and in fact see her past experiences is still a very sexually exciting phenomenon that I use in my own head and that we play with in our personal life. She does a variety of things and makes any number of comments that cater to my fetishes.

I would also add that part of the enjoyment comes from the fact that she doesn't make me feel bad about it. She has embraced it as something to help amplify the sexual experience for me, no different than me doing certain things to make her experiences more pleasurable. The ability to openly admit and discuss these things in detail makes it not only easy, but fun, to accept the fact that I am on the small side.

I don't think this would work, this relationship I mean, if she didn't truly like my size. It is only because I trust that she genuinely loves my penis that I am comfortable talking about and playing out fantasies that are ultimately about what I have always felt was a lack of pleasure inducing equipment. I can tell she enjoys it. But I can tell you for certain that most men believe that the amount of pleasure they can give a woman directly correlates to their physical endowment. But she screams for me, moans for me, trembles for me, clinches and scratches at my body when she experiences greater pleasure sensations. If I couldn't tell that she was enjoying it or if I thought she was faking it, I wouldn't be able to embrace and enjoy the fetishes I do. I would just be insecure and carry around a noticeable lack of self-esteem.

I couldn't help myself. I read his responses as soon as he finished them.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Really?" Kevin asked, seemingly a bit annoyed that I would chuckle at his plights when I urged him to open up to me about these things.

"Babe. I'm not laughing at your responses. I'm sorry. Look at your cock!" I exclaimed. "You got hard just thinking about me reading them!"

"Oh," he chuckled. "I have never been mad at you! I was honestly about to be upset at you!" he stated.

"Seeing as how I am the one who tried to convince you to help me with my thesis, it would have been quite hypocritical of me to have poked fun or made light of your thoughts," I assured him. "It was just poor timing and I apologize."

"No worries," he chuckled again. "So what did you think about the other responses? You said there was another guy that was into the same things I am?"

"They were informative. I was definitely interested in the responses from the guy who had similar fetishes as you. It's kind of crazy. He has a really big dick. His girlfriend sent a picture," I replied.

"Is your cock twitching for me again?" I grinned at him. "You wanna see don't you?"

He gave a sly laugh.

I started to stroke him again to get him ready for round two. It was my turn to cum. I knew he'd be able to last as long as I wanted him after giving him that release not long ago. I turned to grab my iPad to open the email. I showed him the picture of the guy in question.

"So, what do you think?" he asked me.

"About his cock?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"He's got a nice looking dick. Definitely not even close to small," I answered honestly.

"I have made an effort to understanding where you're coming from in your preferences and I mostly get it. But with one his size I would have thought someone like that would be more interested in and get more aroused by hearing how much bigger he was than his girlfriend's previous lovers. You could do some comparison sort of stuff I guess, but it would be difficult to go very far into the side(s) of the fetish where you are actually declaring it small," I continued.

I rolled over to face away from him and shimmied my way back into the spooning position. By this point I just wanted to get fucked. And I don't mean a quickie. I got some spit on my hand and fingers and rubbed the head of his cock to get him wet. I lifted my leg a bit and reached down between my legs to grab his cock and guide him in.

"Can I ask you something about all this, since I just wrote down my answers to all of your study questions?" Kevin asked as we got ourselves situated.

"Sure...ahhh," I moaned as he slid further into me.

"Did you ever have any concerns about my size?" he asked.

"Not in the way that you would think," I replied as I enjoyed the sensation of his hardness slowly grinding against my walls.

"Then how so?" he pressed.

"I'll answer that after I cum. Just keep fucking me!" I demanded.

"Yeah. Yeeeaaah. Right there. Fuck. Fuuuuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

That was the quickest I have ever achieved orgasm. Upon making that comment Kevin's cock hardened and swelled as he began thrusting faster and harder. He was pulling my hips into him each time he penetrated me. The angle was perfect. Usually once I cum I start encouraging him to cum. But I was still so wet and so turned on by this momentary aggressiveness that I just let him continue. He turned into a marathon runner. It was hard and fast for another twenty minutes solid.

"Whew," Kevin sighed once he finally removed himself from me and rolled over on his back to catch his breath.

"I was never concerned about whether or not you were big enough to please me," I paused to catch a breath. "I was nervous about whether or not I would be tight enough for you."

"That's surprisingly hot," he admitted.

"Interesting" I said. "It isn't one of those playing-to-your fetish things."

"It isn't?" Kevin asked in a confused tone.

"Nope," I hesitated to continue, feeling that he was about to say something or question it further anyways.

"Then...?" he offered as a suggestion to explain further.

"You remember that first night that we were going to get physically involved with each other? I was about to go down on you and your comment to me was 'I'm not very big.' It was obvious then that you had an insecurity. It didn't matter once I saw your penis that I didn't feel like you should be insecure. You were. So my thoughts about it before we had sex the first time were more to do with how you felt. I knew you had only been with one other girl. I didn't know what her past sexual experiences were. I felt insecure about whether or not she would be tighter than me and that if she was, it might have felt better for you. I had been with two really large guys. I didn't know if that would make a difference in the way it felt for you or how that would compare to how the other girl felt," I explained.

"Really?" he asked, sounding shocked.

"Well, lemme ask you: when you slide inside me after we have used Mr. Nine, how does it feel for you?" I asked.

"Mr. Nine?" he questioned.

"Oh, haha. The big toy with the suction cup," I chortled.

"Haha. You named it," he started to reply. "Honestly, it feels great. It feels great for me on a psychological level as I am sure you know. But yeah. You're so wet by the time you put me inside you that there is the immediate sensation of physical pleasure. But there is that weirdly competitive aspect to it as well. I mean, I can tell that something bigger than me has been inside you. You are temporarily stretched out further than what I am capable of doing to you. But it is both physically and psychologically arousing for me."

I think he could tell that I had an inquisitive disposition at the moment. "If you're asking whether or not I would have been able to tell that you had been with larger men before me when we first had sex, no. There's no way that would have made a difference in the way you felt for me once we finally had intercourse. Even when we use the toy it only takes like ten minutes for you to contract back around me. Truth be told, when we just have regular sex and you put me inside you after a normal foreplay session you're so tight that it makes me feel big sometimes."

"Interesting. I'm glad I asked that. That is somewhat comforting information. As soon as you acknowledged that you had an insecurity, the tightness issue did come to my mind. Ultimately I'm glad that we've been open about your concerns from back then because it has made both of us more confident and more willing to express what we want. I mean, is there anything you would change about our sex life?" I added.

I added another thought before he could respond, "How about using a toy that is smaller than you? Is that something you think you'd like?"

"What? To make me feel bigger?" he laughed. "Do they even make dildos smaller than me?" he joked again.

"Yeah, I guess that's what I am getting at. Like, if it was arousing for you to be bigger than Hector... I'm just saying, if that's something you think you'd be interested in, I am certainly open," I answered.

"Well, first off, no. There's nothing I would want to change about our sex life. Second, I honestly don't know how I'd feel about us playing with a toy that is smaller than me. I'm certainly open to it. But it may be very much like your thoughts about verbalizing a more humiliating version of my fetish. It wouldn't be a very truthful endeavor to use a smaller toy so that you can tell me that I'm big," he answered.

"But whatever you have in mind that you want to try for the sake of improving our sex life further, I'm willing to be a guinea pig. In fact, if you want to start a new series of experiments, I'll get some charts ready and we can start in about five minutes," he joked.

"How many trials do you think we should run?" he asked and grinned.

"A few more decades' worth should be sufficient," I answered.