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I wrote this to post on an Sph group but can as I’m not a member just following.
It does have a cuckold theme though
Home Truths
“You’re married aren’t you?”
We were standing in her kitchen, we’d just kissed for the first time. I had lied. Told her in the pub I was single. The first time in five years of marriage I had even thought about being unfaithful.
I’d noticed her the minute she walked into the bar. Who wouldn’t, she was definitely a ten plus. Attractive, confident, sexy and dressed to kill in a short leather skirt, tight silky blouse and knee length boots.
I’d probably drunk a bit more than usual, I wasn’t big on social nights out but it was a leaving do at work so I had tagged along. I knew one thing. I wanted her. So I bought her a drink, we talked, connected on some level. Chatting up not my forte but I got by. A couple of hours later we left together, laughing, excited, ready.
Was it because I was nervous she had realised, did I show I was having second thoughts, feeling guilty, I’ll never know.
I tried to deny it, but somehow she had realised. I was never a good liar, she saw though me. She knew.
“I don’t do married men” she said softly, “I don’t like men who cheat on their wives. I thought you were nice, I was wrong, you’re just like the rest, deceitful, I hate that.
“I’m sorry, I mumbled” embarrassed now, “I’ve never done this before, the first time, honestly, I’m not like this. I’m so sorry”
“How do you think your wife would feel if she knew you were here now, kissing me, pretending to be single, hard for another woman?”
As she spoke she dropped her hand and for the ran her hand slowly up and over the front of my trousers.
I flinched, ashamed of my deceit maybe, but still aroused then she paused, looked at me with a curious smile on her face then stroked again, slower, lingering.
“Is that it? Is that all you have to offer?
She stroked again, slower, harder, confirming her first impression.
“What, what do you mean” it was almost a stutter, I was confused.
She ignored the question, “how long have you been married?”
“Five years” I admitted sheepishly, “she was my childhood sweetheart”.
Her hand was still hovering over my erection, occasionally lightly touching, scratching gently through my trousers.
“So she’s your only sexual partner? The only woman you’ve ever been with?”
I nodded.
She laughed, “she’s never told you?”
“Told me what”, puzzled now, her tormenting fingers making it hard to think straight.
She leaned in closer, her mouth brushing my ear, “that you’re so small, she never told you.”
“N..n.. no, she’s never said anything of the sort”, I was feeling very flustered now.
“She must of been so disappointed, you know, the first time, do you remember it? Did she giggle, laugh out loud maybe. Did she just lay there, I bet there was no screaming, unless she faked it. She must of done, fake it.”
As she spoke she started undoing my belt, I felt her fingers slowly pulling my zip down.
“Maybe you were her first, she didn’t realise, thought it was normal, poor girl”.
I felt my trouser dropping, pooling around my ankles, I froze, helpless, confused. “What are you….” I started to say.
“Shhh, let’s take a proper look” she hooked her fingers in the waistband of my shorts and they joined my trousers wrapped around my ankles.
She looked down and put one hand over her mouth as she giggled. I felt her fingers lifting me, she looked down, two fingers holding me up for inspection.
“Oh dear, it’s so fucking tiny, you poor thing. How could you not have known? Have you never looked at another man in the gents, watched porn? Did you really think that was normal?”
I shook my head.
How often do you have sex with your wife?”
“Not often really, hardly ever, she’s not often in the mood”.
She laughed again “you mean she’s not in the mood for you, for this little excuse for a cock. I bet she’d be in the mood if you had a real man’s cock. She knows you could never give her what she needs, she knows this couldn’t satisfy any woman. Look, no wonder she’s never in the mood”
She was stroking me so slowly with one finger and her thumb, I was as hard as I’ve ever been, her fingers moved lower, her nails tickling there. “And these, no bigger than marbles, you must leave her wanting every time. Do you realise, you’ve probably never seen your wife orgasm? She must have faked them all”.
I tried to defend myself, hold on to some self respect. “She’s never complained”.
“No? She’s just being kind, she probably feels sorry for you.” She paused for a minute looking deep in thought.
“I wonder if she’s told all her friends? How embarrassing would that be? If they all knew. Laughing at you behind your back, they probably have nicknames for you like “shorty” “shrimpy” or “pin dick”. You’ll always wonder now won’t you? Girls talk you know. She’s bound to have confided in them, after a few drinks one night, told them your little secret. They’ll all know. Whenever you see them laugh or giggle from now on you’ll wonder if they’re talking about you won’t you? How embarrassing that’s going to be.”
Her teasing fingers didn’t stop for one second, so frustrating, keeping me erect, on the edge, controlling everything.
“Does she go out a lot, girls nights, with her friends”
I nod, “yes”
“Of course she does” she smiles, “do you worry? If she’s telling you the truth?”
“No, why would I?”
“Because of this” she looked down again, “she must want more, every woman needs to be satisfied sometimes. She can’t get that with you can she? You should think about that when she goes out in future. Have you ever looked in her underwear drawer?”
“No, why, of course not”
“You should check, she probably has something special, something you’ve never seen her wear, for a special occasion”, she laughs softly, “like a girls night out when your at home all alone and her friends aren’t even with her”
“She wouldn’t do ……..”
“Of course she would, she has needs, ones you can’t meet, it’s only natural, it’s not her fault, it’s your’s. She needs a real man sometimes, one she doesn’t have to pretend with, a man who makes her scream. Think about that for me now, your wife being fucked properly by a big hard cock, so much bigger than you’ll ever be. Picture it, you know she needs it, you know she does it. You’ll never be enough for her”.
I could feel myself getting close, helpless to stop her, naked from the waist down while she was fully dressed, exposed, ashamed.
She was stroking faster, just one finger and her thumb, and then at the crucial moment she took her hand away and watched as a slow trickle of semen started dripping, pitter patter on the carpet.
“Look at you” she laughed, “pathetic, you’ll never be a real man just a sad little cuckold husband who can’t satisfy his wife. Go home her now and don’t ever think of doing this to her again.”