An Ex Wife’s Revelations

By hotpastdawn.

“I was surprised to hear from you after all of these years,” Mark said as he sat across from his ex-wife at the outside dining table located on the patio of the small restaurant, “I thought you made it quite clear that you never wanted to see me again.”

Linda didn’t respond immediately. She managed a brief but subdued smile as she took a long drink from her glass of water. She sat the glass down, paused, and then responded, “I think both of us need some closure. Well, at least I do. Closure about something completely misunderstood on my part at the time I left you.”

Mark was drinking in the image of her. Even after all of these years, she was still gorgeous. Her breasts were more prominent than he remembered, and he could spy the faintest impression of her nipples against the top fabric. His fixation on her breasts made him interject something unexpectedly, “I hear that you have a daughter now?”

“You’ve been stalking my social media,” she said, raising her eyebrows.

He shrugs. “I was simply curious about how you were doing. I still think about you often.”

“That honestly doesn’t surprise me,” she replied, averting her eyes downward. “I never doubted how much you loved me.”

“That wasn’t enough, was it?” Mark asked.

“The main issue we had was, ah, insurmountable. Irreconcilable.”

Mark chuckled. he doesn’t bear a grudge against her for what happened. “If you’ll recall, I tried to give you other options to make it right, to make up for what I was, ah, lacking.”

“At the time, I didn’t understand that,” Linda said frankly. “When you frequently suggested that I have sex with other men, I felt guilty for even considering it. As time went by, the temptation became much stronger.”

He sighs. “All I wanted was to keep you from resenting me for the tiny penis that I have. All I ever wanted was for you to have the sexual pleasure you deserved.”

“If I recall, that wasn’t all you wanted out of it, me sleeping with other men, that is.”

“What do you mean?” Mark asked in response.

Linda smirks. “You wanted me fuck other men, especially men with large cocks, for your own sexual fantasies. You wanted to envision me in your mind while I was doing it. You would have wanted to watch me if I had allowed you to.”

“The thought turned me on more than you can imagine, but I thought you knew that at the time.”

“Is that why you were persistent, even aggressive, when I would sometimes come home to perform oral sex on me? Were you looking for evidence that I had cheated?”

Mark frowns and scratches his chin. “Looking for evidence?” he mused. “I was hoping to find evidence, sure. Whether you did or didn’t, in my mind, you always had. That’s why I was so—”

“Enthusiastic?” she interrupted.

“Yes,” he admitted.

“I could never get past the fact that your penis was so tiny. For that, I’m sorry.”

Mark leans back and opens his posture. “No woman should,” he said with a slight smile. “All women, including you, deserve the sexual pleasure they’re capable of. I know, as all men with my curse, that can only be achieved by having sex with a man with a large cock.”

“Yes, I realize that now?”

“You do?”

“More than you can imagine,” she commented, referring to his previous comment about his fantasies of her.

“I’d like to know how you finally found out.”

“I think you only want to know because it will arouse you,” Linda said, rolling her eyes.

“Does that disgust you?” Mark asked.

She shrugs. “No, not anymore.”

“Can I ask you something else first? Will you be truthful with me if I ask?”

Linda nods. “I suppose I owe you that. Yes.”

“Did you fuck your boss on those business trips you took with him?” Mark asked, leaning forward.

“Yes, many times. I’m sorry.”

He smiles. “Don’t be. You don’t have to apologize for it. Seriously. You know I suspected it because of all the questions I asked. I was honest when I told you I wanted you to.”

“Yes, and the sex was, err, fantastic. Of course, you probably already suspect that it was given how small of a penis I was used to with you.”

“Was he large?” Mark asked, feeling excited.

“Not huge, but larger than you. It was a welcome change, to say the least,” Linda said, and her face reddened.

Mark leans forward, taking in every word. “What about my friend Billy? I had to work late that night, and the two of you were drinking together on the town. The two of you acted strange when I got home. You said nothing happened. Did it?”

“What did Billy tell you?”

“The same thing, that nothing happened.”

“It did,” Linda said. “Something did happen, but please don’t hold it against him.”

“Even if I did hold it against him, which I don’t, we haven’t spoken in years,” Mark said sadly.

“I was tipsy. I was horny. I found myself pressed against him and felt his erection in his pants. I lost control.”

“What did you do?”

“I… dropped to my knees. I sucked his cock,” Linda admits. “I swallowed his cum. Twice. I was greedy for his cum that night. But in his defense, he wouldn’t fuck me out of respect for you.”

“He was always a good friend to me. I’m glad that he got to experience that with you. Was he—”

“Large?” she interrupted. “Significantly larger than you, yes. Most men are significantly larger than you. But not as enormous as you might suspect. Not as enormous as my husband is.”

Mark sighed dreamily. “Your husband’s cock is huge, huh?”

“Gigantic, both in length and girth. That’s what I wanted to see you about.”

Mark guffawed. “You want to see me after all these years because of your new husband’s big cock?”

“I wanted to see you tell you that you were right,” Linda said softly. “You knew that I needed a big cock to be sexually satisfied. You knew that I could never truly be happy or overlook the fact that you have such a small penis and that I could never fully love and appreciate you, given that you could never make me climax during intercourse. He taught me that when I met him, he taught me what you always knew, that my body, my pussy was made for receiving a large cock.”

Mark frowned. “I don’t understand why you feel the need to tell me all of this,” he said sarcastically. “Is it guilt? If so, you need not feel guilty. I never begrudged you for seeking out the sexual pleasure you deserved. Why tell me now?”

“There’s more.”

“Oh?” Mark asked inquisitively.

“When I told my husband how small your penis is, especially when it’s erect, he didn’t believe me. He said that he’s never seen one that small before. He didn’t even realize that a man’s penis could be that small.”

Mark smiled and puffed his chest out. “I’m living proof.”

“I’m here to present a proposal if you want to hear me out.”

Mark stared at her in bewilderment, “Go on,” he replied.

“You said when we were married that you fantasized about me being fucked by a large cock,” Linda said, and Mark nodded. “You told me you wanted nothing more than to watch it as a spectator in the same room. My husband and I have been considering ways to be more adventurous in the bedroom. Having someone watch us have sex is one of the fantasies that turns us both on.”

“You’re offering to let me watch you have sex with him?” Mark asked, amazed.

“What I’m offering you is a chance to see me fucked by an extremely large cock and climax during a lever of sexual ecstasy that you could never possibly give me with such a tiny penis,” Linda said matter of factly. “However, certain conditions would be attached.”

“Such as?”

“I want to hold your tiny erection next to his, to show him how small of a penis I was stuck with while we were married and that such a small one exists,” she said. “I want to rub your tiny glans around his bloated one. I want to drop to my knees and show you how proficient I am at sucking his cock, how deeply I can take it into my mouth and down my throat while you stand there and marvel at my skill.”

Mark’s respirations were rapid. His little penis was engorging in his pants. He could tell that Linda’s nipples were visibly harder through her top.

Linda resumed, “You could hardly stay inside me when we had intercourse. I want you to see how deeply he can inseminate me when he ejaculates inside me, just like the night his deep and copious insemination deposited his sperm that fertilized my egg and put the life of our daughter inside me.”

Mark felt himself break into a cold sweat. His little erection throbbed.

“Then, then…” Linda paused before finally saying, “there’s something else we both want you to do afterward, but most of all me.”

“W-what’s that?”

“Submit to him. Submit to him in the manner that is worthy of a man like him, a man with an extremely large cock, by a male like yourself with such a tiny, pitiful penis.”

“H-how?” Mark was visibly shaking.

“You know exactly how he would expect you to submit to him. On your knees with your mouth open, putting forth your best effort and dedication worthy of such a huge and glorious cock that fucks your ex-wife.”

Upon hearing her words, Mark suddenly began climaxing and ejaculating into his underwear where he sat. He sat motionless throughout the entire orgasm, trying desperately not to let her know what had just happened to him.

She silently rose from the table and said, “We’re staying downtown at the Hyatt tonight, room thirteen eleven. Be there at nine pm. Expect to stay until in the morning. Oh, and before you come tonight, be sure you’re completely hairless down there so he can see exactly how tragically small you are.”

Mark watched her as she turned to walk away. He stared at her the entire time as she disappeared down the street.


The End.


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