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Compromise
1 : settlement of differences by arbitration or by consent reached by mutual concessions
2 : a concession to something derogatory or prejudicial
She rode me as best she could. I was in absolute ecstasy as she slipped my little dick back inside of her and continued her thrusting.
“Are you close, baby?” She asked.
“Oh, yeah!” I said, panting, “What about you?”
She didn’t answer, instead saying, “Tell me when you’re done, kay?”
I nodded my head and she continued to pump away at me, “I’m close! I’m close!”
She grabbed onto my back and pulled her hips further into me. Bucking. I finished inside the loose condom and I let out a small cry.
I collapsed backward on my bed and she joined me. I slipped my defeated dick out of her and took the condom off.
“Fuck. baby, that was amazing. How was it for you?”
She nodded her head and said, “I’m glad you got off.”
“Me too.” i said, panting.
“Is it okay if I bring something up, baby?”
“Anything.” I foolishly said.
“You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
“Thanks, babe. You too.”
“You give me everything. Everything you could possibly give. You’ve got a good job. You’re fun to be around. And I love our deep conversations. I love you.”
“I love you too.” I said, reaching out and kissing her on the forehead.
“You’re almost perfect.”
“Almost?”
“It’s just… wouldn’t you do whatever it took to give me what I needed? If there was something you couldn’t do… would you help me get there?”
“Of course, babe. But what are you talking about?”
She reached over and pinched my sensitive, retracted dick between her index and forefinger, “I love your little penis, John. But it’s obviously not enough to satisfy me.”
It hit me like a thump to the chest. Suddenly the post-coital hormones were replaced with anxiety. My little penis? I figured I wasn’t like the guys in porn. But was it really that small?
“What do you mean?”
“I mean… you’re a great boyfriend. But there’s certain ways where you can’t provide. Please don’t be mad. I’m not bringing this up to be mean. I’m bringing this up so we can find a solution.”
“I didn’t realize you were a size-queen,” I scoffed.
The look she gave me was one of pity, before she softly said, “I’m not.”
I nodded my head, looking at her fingers on my little penis. And I said, “What did you have in mind? A cock-extender? A dildo?”
She shook her head and said, “You know I don’t even own sex toys. I prefer the real thing.”
“So then what… wait a minute. No, no, no. You have to be kidding me!”
“Just think about it.”
“You want to open up the relationship!?”
“I don’t want something emotional. I don’t want any other relationship but you. Just something purely physical. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you with all my heart. It just means… I get to have an orgasm again.”
Clarissa said it apologetically. And that was what hurt the most. I looked at the two fingers in my dick as she stroked me again. I guess I did notice when I watched porn, the girl’s whole hand was able to go around a dick. I sighed before saying, “How will you even find someone?”
She smiled and said, “I think Robert from work might be a good choice.”
Another pang to my chest. Robert. I had met him once a few years ago. He always wore his button shirts two buttons down. He was a cocky bastard, and I’d always had a suspicion he’d had a thing for Clarissa.
“How do you even know he’ll go for it?”
“I know,” She said, “And how do I even know if he has a nice cock? Oh! I know! I’ll text him and ask.”
She opened her phone and sent out a text. I stood there shocked, asking what she was doing.
“What did you send him!?”
“I just asked him to send a picture of his cock. I figured it was the best way to find out if he was into me. And be, if it was even worth it to experiment. If he has a small one then there’s not really any point. Right?”
“R-right.”
The phone buzzed again. She opened it up and her eyes went wide. Clarrissa looked at me and smiled before saying, “Yeah, he’ll do just fine.”
Out of morbid curiosity I said, “Let me see.”
She showed me and I almost fell out of the bed. He had placed his cock next to a tv remote. It was as long and much thicker than the remote. My jaw dropped and she smiled before saying, “That’s exactly what I thought.”
Then some more texts came in. She looked at them and smiled before saying, “Babe? Could you take some pictures of me?” She threw the blankets off of her and handed me the phone. I looked at her stunned, “You’re just going to send him naked pictures?”
Clarissa looked at me like I was insane. “Well, duh. I basically begged him for pictures of his cock. All things considered it’s a fair trade, right?”
She immediately got into a sexy pose. I was stunned, but as if in a dream, I took pictures of her with her phone. She grabbed the phone from my hand and looked at these, “Oh yeah. These are hot. He’s going to love these.”
She continued to text him in front of me. She was giggling as she did.
“He really likes the photos,” she said.
“I’m sure he does,” I sighed. I looked at her, confused and said, “Geez. I better start working out. I guess I’m back on the market.”
Clarissa looked up at me, her big eyes confused, “What do you mean?”
“Just… looking for women is going to be-”
“What!?” She asked as the buzzing from her texts continued to pour in.
“What!? You said you wanted to open up the relationship.”
“No, I did not use those words.”
I was so confused.
“I just got you off. You’re satisfied with our sex life. Right? Right?”
“Well… yeah. Of course I am.”
“Do you think this is about… like, getting even? Or becoming some stud or whore? No. It’s about solving the last problem in our otherwise perfect relationship. If you don’t have a problem getting off, why would you stray?”
“I… I don’t… but…” I babbled on, but she was right. I didn’t have a problem with our sex life. I sighed and said, “Fine.”
The buzzing from the phone continued. She still texted as she said, “Thank you.”
“What are you guys even talking about?” I asked.
“I’m just telling him about our ‘little’ problem,” As she said it, I saw her snap a picture of me.
“Woah!” I yelled, “What are you doing!?”
“He said he needs to see!” Clarissa said, “I guess that he’s fucked women with small-dicked boyfriends before and he says there may need to be some prep work.”
“I don’t feel comfortable sending a naked picture of me to Robert.”
“Fiiine,” She sighed, “What about this? I crop you out so it’s just a picture of your dick?”
I should have said no. I should have said that that wasn’t much different. I should have protested this whole thing. But I didn’t. I said, “Fine. We’ll compromise.”
And she smiled, cropped the photo and sent the picture. Then, another buzz. “Oh! He wants to meet you.”
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