SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

Growing up, I led a fairly sheltered life with limited friends. I was also very introverted and shy. I was the kid who’d wait to change in the locker room until everyone else was gone. I never really dated or had any girlfriends in high school, and left there a virgin. I met my future wife in college. And she was the opposite of me.

In high school, my wife was outgoing, friendly, and apparently very sexual. She said she lost her virginity at 15 and probably had at least five partners before graduating. Her freshman year of college was more of the same. Many partners. Sadly, she was taken advantage of by a group of guys, and that changed who she was. She became quieter and reserved and dealt with a lot of emotional and psychological issues.

We met in our first semester of the nursing program. The two quiet kids who somehow started talking and eventually started dating. We dated a year before doing anything sexual. I didn’t mind as I really had no idea what I was missing. I enjoyed being around her, and that was good enough. She expressed a desire to be sexual, but she was still trying to process her trauma. She had explained her past and her past relationships, and really didn’t care about that; she expressed understanding and patience about what had happened to her. She never divulged the sizes of her partners, and I never asked.

She eventually expressed a desire to move to the next step, and I was happy to be part of it. We kissed and slowly touched and took each other’s clothes off. But when she put her hands down my boxers and felt my erection, she said, “Oh.” She had the same reaction after sliding off my boxers and seeing my 4-inch erection looking back at her.

Now, at the time, I took that as a good ‘oh.’ Excited to touch and see, and definitely a yummy “oh”. Also, I assumed at this point in my life that all penises were the same. I never saw any in the locker room. Never really had friends to talk to about it, and never had much interest in viewing porn. Being naive, I assumed I was normal. She took my virginity that night in all of ten seconds (still have PE to this day).

She never said anything about my size and genuinely seemed to enjoy sex with me. We eventually got married and settled down in a nice town, where we went about our lives.

About five years into our marriage, at about 3 am, I awoke to my wife getting back into bed. I assumed she had just gone to the bathroom, but then I heard her side table open and close. Weird, but chalked it up to her using Chapstick or whatever and putting it back.

About a year later, I woke up and she was gone. Again, I assumed she was in the bathroom, but she came back through the bedroom door, not the bathroom. I asked if she was ok, which seemed to startle her. I assumed it was because she thought I was asleep. She said she was fine, just couldn’t sleep, and was watching TV in the other room. Again, the side table opened and closed. I had no reason not to trust her, so I went back to bed.

A month later, we had sex one evening. Nothing explosive, but she got oral to finish her off. I was struggling to sleep that night, and about 2 hours of struggling. My wife starts to move. I assume it’s just rolling over, but I hear the drawer open, some rustling, then it closes, and she leaves. Again, I had no reason to suspect anything and just let to sleep. I assumed she left because she was also struggling to sleep. She comes in an hour later, the drawer opens and closes, and eventually, I fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning, feeling apprehensive about what happened the night before. She’s already gone for the day, and I decide to see what’s in the drawer as little alarm bells are going off. I initially see nothing noteworthy, but push some things to the side in the back, and a big dildo is hiding underneath. An 8-inch dildo. I was unaware of its existence and was completely taken aback by its presence.

I’m mad, upset, and confused. And decide to ask her about it later that day. After we’re both gone from work, I mention that I heard her get up again last night and ask if she’s okay. She definitely seemed nervous and blew it off as not being able to sleep. I figured she wasn’t going to say anything else about it, so I said, “Can you explain the hidden dildo in the side table?”

She went beet red and admitted that she had been using it in secret for many years. Mostly after we had had sex. I was confused and asked her why.

She said, “Well, I just needed a little more.”

I didn’t know how to respond and said, “A little more what?”

And she said, “Well, I needed a little more size and a little more time being penetrated.” I must have looked like a deer in headlights because she then said, and I’m paraphrasing here, “I didn’t want to hurt you, but most of my partners in the past were bigger and lasted a lot longer, and it was something that I needed from time to time. I didn’t want you to feel like I was mad at you or being critical of you. I love the intimacy we share, but now and again I just need more.”

I was stunned to say the least. I didn’t admit to her just then that I had been assuming all penises were the same size. I just tried to be understanding and not take it personally.

I did, of course, and was upset to learn that I was actually below average in size. It also dawned on me that the ‘oh’ was actually about her disappointment in my size, rather than her being impressed by it. A few weeks later, after our conversation, I asked her about it, and she admitted that it was an ‘oh’ of disappointment.

We talked a few times about size and whatnot over the coming weeks, and she finally did admit that she prefers larger penises and admits to being a size queen. She emphasized that sex with me was still enjoyable on an intimate level and she’d never replace that for anything.

Throughout all this, we weren’t really having sex because I felt emasculated, and so I spent a lot of time masturbating. I eventually couldn’t get hard, but one day her comment of ‘oh’ kept playing in my ear, and knowing it was out of disappointment, it started to turn me on, and I started imagining her with the dildo. And the SPH kink was born.

I admitted to her that I am turned on knowing she got off in secret for years and that she prefers bigger dicks. We have many sleeves now and dildos to help her get filled by cock. I love stretching her out and feeling hardly anything with my own cock when inside her. We now incorporate a lot of SPH when we have sex.

 

The End.

 

 

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