Unwanted Exposure
By jaiceeuk.
It was a warm evening, and once I had finally finished clearing the mess up, doing the dishes and making sure the house was neat, just how Mollie would expect it to be, I lay on the sofa in just a pair of loose boxer shorts and t shirt to watch an hour of TV before retiring to bed.
I awoke just after 1 am when I heard the front door slam and loud giggling in the hallway. Mollie and her friend Claire, obviously very drunk, came barging into the lounge, laughing and slightly unsteady on their feet.
“I didn’t expect you to be up still”, Mollie slurred. Both girls looked stunning, dressed in skin-tight short minidresses and high heels.
“Sorry, I must have fallen asleep”, I muttered. “I’ll get out of your way and leave you in peace.”
“Hello James”, Claire slurred, “we’ve been talking about you tonight, Mollie’s told us so much about you. I must say you’re a bit of a dark horse”, she paused for a minute and looked at Mollie, “but not hung like one apparently.” They both burst out laughing.
I felt a sudden rush of anxiety spread through me. Had Mollie been talking about our relationship? We had always agreed our private life would be just that, private.
To everyone who knew me, I was outwardly the typical Alpha male, a divisional head in a large company that employed over a hundred people, successful, wealthy, confident, and assertive in every aspect of my life, except for my marriage.
I knew from the minute I met Mollie that she had a wild streak; she was very self-assured and expected total commitment from everyone around her. We had fallen for each other completely and, in the beginning, had a very normal sexual relationship. It was obvious from the start that she would never be the little woman cleaning, cooking, and taking care of her husband. She had a successful career in management, too. I had to pull my weight. Do my bit around the house.
I had always known I was not exactly blessed in the size department, slightly below average, I had been told by previous partners, the polite ones anyway. I knew Mollie couldn’t reach orgasm through penetrative sex with me, so I would spend hours worshipping her with my fingers, hands, and tongue to ensure she got the sexual satisfaction she deserved. Her pleasure was always my priority; her needs took precedence over my own.
Over time, I realized that, after the high pressure of my job and the responsibility of constant decision-making, I actually really enjoyed letting my wife take the lead at home. Whenever she asked me to do something, I did it without question. It felt natural. I found the idea of pleasing her so therapeutic, treating her like a goddess, a queen, not having to think, just fulfilling her every need willingly and obediently.
Over time, our relationship slowly started to take on a new dynamic. There were fewer ‘please’ and ‘thank yous,’ requests became demands, and criticisms of things not meeting her expected standards became quite common. Without realizing it, we were slipping firmly into a Female-Led Relationship.
It was never discussed, certainly not planned; it just happened. We both took on roles that we were perfectly suited to quite naturally—an unspoken progression of our married life together.
Sex was still good between us, but when, where, and if was now dictated by Mollie and withheld as a punishment if I had displeased her in any way. My shortcomings were often mentioned at these times, and Mollie started to enjoy belittling me, making me acknowledge my inadequacies to reinforce her dominance. Pleasing her sexually became my only consuming thought at all times, and I loved every minute of it. She was the center of my universe, my Goddess.
This was our private life, always to remain so. To everyone else, we were the successful, normal married couple. My professional and social reputation was very important to me. What happened behind closed doors remained behind closed doors.
But now I was standing, heart beating fast, weak at the knees, looking at my wife and her friend giggling together, wondering if my wife had broken our vow of secrecy.
Claire looked up at me with a playful smirk. “Don’t worry, James, your little secret is safe with me. I can’t vouch for the other girls, though, of course.”
Did I imagine it, or did she emphasize the word little?
I couldn’t move; I felt sick to my stomach. I looked at Mollie for support, reassurance, and help, but she just smiled at me and raised her eyebrows. “Claire’s only popped in to use the loo, James, her taxi is waiting outside, sit back down, there’s a good boy, I’ll be back in a minute.”
Claire sniggered, “Go on, do as you’re told, James, I hear you’re good at doing that.”
I stood awkwardly for a few seconds, considering making my escape to bed, but I could tell from Mollie’s tone that sitting and waiting wasn’t a request; it was expected that I would obey. I did exactly that, an ominous feeling of dread filling my mind and overcoming all other thoughts.
I could just hear snatches of their conversation as Mollie said goodbye to her friend in the hallway. Claire says something like, “I don’t think any of us will ever think of him the same way again.” Mollie says, “Shhh, I shouldn’t have said anything, too much to drink.” Claire again: “I don’t think we’ve ever laughed so much; none of us had any idea he was like that.”
I heard the front door close, and my wife appeared in the lounge doorway. She leaned against the door frame. She looked so sexy in her tight dress and heels.
“What did you tell them”? I asked, trying to keep calm.
She smiled, “Everything. They were all talking about their husbands & boyfriends, how dominant they were, typical alpha males, great sex but useless around the house, that sort of thing. I only meant to say you weren’t like that, but we’d all had a lot to drink, and I didn’t stop there; it just all came out how you were quite submissive and treated me like your goddess. You’re not ashamed of being like that, are you?” She asked as she walked over and sat down next to me.
“No, I like being like that with you, but no one else was supposed to know. It’s just so embarrassing, it was supposed to be just between us”, I said dejectedly.
Mollie reached over and started gently stroking me through my shorts. “I told them you have a tiny cock too, honey. I told them how excited you get when I tell you it’s tiny and worthless. I told them your cock is so small it has never made me cum”.
She pulled my cock out from my shorts and, using just one finger and her thumb, started slowly stroking. She looked down and giggled, “Look at you now, you’re telling me that you’re outraged, furious with me letting your little secret out, but you can’t help getting hard when I tell you your cock is inadequate, can you?”
“Please, Mollie, stop”, I pleaded.
“I don’t think I will, you need to hear this, to accept the truth. Do you honestly think you’ve ever made any woman cum with this little thing?”
I shook my head sadly. “No, probably not.”
“That’s pathetic, isn’t it, James?” She purred, maintaining her slow, teasing stroking. “Tell
Tell me why you can’t make anyone cum with it.”
“B…because it’s too small,” I stuttered.
“Say it again, louder,” Mollie demanded
“Because I have a small cock” I obeyed.
“I think tiny is more appropriate, isn’t it, James? Say it”
“I have a tiny cock that can’t please any woman,” I said loudly.
“Good boy. You always need to remember that. You’re inadequate, pathetic, and you have to serve me like a goddess at all times to make up for your shortcomings. You know that now, don’t you, James?”
I nodded, “yes”.
“And now all my friends know it too. I think that’s hot, don’t you, honey? Just think how you’ll feel next time you see them, knowing that they’re all thinking about your tiny cock. You’ll get so hard, but of course, no one will notice your little bulge. Every time they laugh, you’ll wonder if they’re laughing at you. Poor James, it’s going to be so embarrassing for you to face them now. How humiliating that’s going to be for you. I think I will quite enjoy watching you squirm, your little face going red, stuttering nervously when you try to talk.”
Her words, combined with her stroking, had me close to the edge. I was writhing and whimpering, which only made her giggle with delight.
“Do you know what’s even hotter, James? What will make this even worse for you?”
I shook my head
“Most of my friends are your friends, aren’t they. Women aren’t very good at keeping secrets. I expect they’ll tell them all about tonight, don’t you? All your golfing friends and drinking buddies will all know you’re a pathetic submissive with a tiny cock who can’t please his wife. I’ve seen the way some of your friends look at me. I wonder if once they know, they may think I need something more, make a move on me, they’ll know you’re no threat now, won’t they?”
She started stroking faster as she spoke, and as she felt me tense, she released her hold and giggled as a steady stream of cum dribbled down between my legs to pool around my crotch.
“Small cocks don’t deserve proper orgasms,” she whispered. “Go and clean yourself up. I’ll see you in bed; we can talk about which of your friends you think will be most likely to make a move.”
The End.
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