This is a true story from a couple of years ago. My wife, Diane, and I (my name is Dan, by the way) decided to make the drive down to Key West to celebrate valentines day. We left immediately after work and decided to drive all night to the hotel. I wore my usual work clothes (jeans, a polo, her black skirt, nylons, and a nice blouse). Believe it or not, Key West is a pleasant seventy degrees during the day in February. Now I should preface this by saying that I have a small penis. It’s about four inches erect and has a little turtle head while soft. My wife is about 5’7 with b cup breasts and a nice big ass. I am 6’1 and of average build. We both share a small penis humiliation fetish.

We stopped at a bar that sat right before the keys to get directions and use the ATM. The bar was dark, with many neon lights and a few people scattered around. We made our way to the bar, and I started getting directions from an older, albeit attractive bartender. Being a young couple (26 and 25 years old), it wasn’t long before a large muscular man in a sleeveless shirt noticed this and took a seat next to Diane.

They started to make small talk, but I was busy trying to get directions and was repeatedly distracted by the bartender’s cleavage to notice what they were talking about. I felt a petite hand creep across my crotch and begin groping me through my jeans. My wife has always been kinky, but this surprised me. I pulled up a stool and sat down. Her hand closed around my balls and started to squeeze. She leaned over and whispered that she would wait for me in the car.

I talked to the bartender for about fifteen minutes (just long enough for my boner to go down) and returned to the car. Once we were back on the road, my wife shifted sideways in her seat to get comfortable and rested her feet in my lap. We made small talk, and after a while, she rubbed her feet against my cock and balls through my jeans.

“Do you know what that guy in the bar talked to me about?” she asked.

“No, what?”

“He asked if you were my husband. When I said yes, he said he bet he had a bigger dick than you.”

My cock throbbed against her left foot as her right rubbed more intensely against my balls.

“I told him it probably was, and he offered to show it to me.”

I started to unzip my pants, and her left foot pushed my hand away.

“Little Dan doesn’t get to come out yet. I told him not to take it out but describe it to me. He said it was ten inches and very thick. Hmmm. That’s more than three times the size of your little wiener, isn’t it?”

I was entirely on edge and about to cum when she removed her feet from my lap and announced she was tired and going to try to take a nap. The rest of the drive was agony. We made it to the hotel at about midnight and got changed and ready for bed. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in her nightshirt, and I walked up in my pajama bottoms to kiss her goodnight.

“You’re not mad at me about that little tease earlier, are you?” she asked.

“No, never. I love it when you tease me. You know that.”

“I know, sometimes I think I’m too mean, though.”

“You could never be too mean. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Are you starting to get hard?”

Her gaze was now my groin, and mine followed. I was starting to get a little bulge going. Her hand reached up and began to massage my balls through my pj’s.

“Were you thinking about my little tease, me talking to that guy about his huge cock or the bar tenders cleavage?” she asked.

“Mmmm. You noticed that, huh?”

“Uh-huh, your little dick would have disappeared between those giant things.”

She lowered my pajama pants and told me to stroke them for her. She then told me how she should have taken the chance to see the big one when she had it. Next, she scooted back on the bed and pressed her foot into my balls. After a couple of minutes, I groaned heavily, and she told me to cum on her foot. I shot a huge load all over her toes and up her leg. Afterward, we cleaned up and finally went to sleep.

*****

The next day we wandered around Key West (me in loose-fitting shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals. My wife had a knee-length flowing skirt, a tube top with no bra, and flip flops), taking tours and hitting local tourist traps. In the late afternoon, we noticed a sign on the side of a building that read ‘The Garden of Eden.’ Curious, we followed the sign up the steps to the roof of another bar. To our shock, this bar sat on the top of another bar and was clothing optional! Several older guys were walking around completely nude, and a topless bartender with gigantic breasts looked like she was in her mid-thirties.

We sat at the bar and had some drinks. My wife couldn’t help but gawk at all the exposed penises and loved pointing out the big ones to me. After a while, I excused myself to the restroom, and when I came back, my wife was in the middle of the room chatting up some locals. I made my way back to the bar and made small talk with the bartender. All the while, she was giggling.

“I’m sorry, what’s funny?” I asked.

“Your wife told me about you.”

“Oh? What did she tell you?” I responded nervously.

“You know, about your ‘LITTLE’ problem.”

Just then, a couple of twenty-something girls in bikinis walked in and sat next to me. One looked about five foot even with strawberry blonde hair and a flat chest. The other was brunette and looked to have c-cup breasts. They took a seat next to where I was standing.

“Look, it’s not that bad. She likes to exaggerate,” I assured her.

“Really? Because she said you have a little nub for a dick,” she shot back.

The two girls next to me heard and started to giggle while looking at me and then back at each other.

“That’s not true! I mean, it’s not huge, but it’s not small,” I almost yelled.

“Oh really?” said an all too familiar voice behind me.

Just then, a pair of petite hands gripped the sides of my shorts and boxers and whipped them down to my knees! The girls next to me burst out laughing, and one of them gave the small penis sign with her thumb and index finger. The bartender jumped and leaned over the bar and exclaimed that her nipple was bigger while laughing. I tried to pull my shorts and underwear back up in a rush, but my wife was still squatting behind me and pushing them to my ankles. After a while, I just gave up.

One of the girls to my left said, “Cocktail wieners are bigger,” I started to get a bit erect.

My wife stood up and said, “If you keep making fun of it, he’ll get a little baby stiffy.”

The comments seemingly came from all angles.

One girl said, “My eight-year-old little brother is bigger than that.”

Another said, “It’s like a little shrimp.”

Another said, “Oh my God, it’s only four inches!”

“It’s smaller than that,” Diane said. “It’s only three and a bit.”

With that, she grabbed my pin dick and started stroking.

The brunette girl to my left asked, “Does that baby boner even cum?”

“Yes,” my wife said. “But he might need a little help.”

The girls look at each other and than back at Diane. My wife lowered her tube top and exposed her erect nipples. The girls sighed and lifted their bikini tops up over their breasts. It was all too much, and I couldn’t help but shoot a huge load up my wife’s arm.

Later, we went back to the hotel room, and she made me fuck her while telling me about all the other big cocks she had seen that day.

 

The End.

 

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