Fun Night with Wife
An SPH Experience by guy_for_stuff.
We were deep into it, her breathing quickening, when I reached for the big dildo on the nightstand—the thick one that always stretches her wide and makes her scream. But she stopped me with a hand on my wrist. “I’d like to cum from your little dick tonight,” she said, her voice casual, like it was no big deal.
My heart raced. I nodded eagerly, tossed the toy aside, and climbed up between her legs. My little dick—hard as steel but skinny and just four inches—was already leaking precum like a broken faucet, the tip glistening and slick.
I lined up and slid into her warm, wet pussy. Fuck, it felt incredible, her cuntal walls hugging my shaft loosely since I’m not packing much. She let out a contented sigh, nothing like the guttural moans she belts out when that dildo plunges in deep. No earthquake-level shudders, just a relaxed exhale as I bottomed out without even grazing her cervix.
She grabbed her suction vibrator, pressing it right to her clit, and I started thrusting. Couldn’t help it—instinct took over, hips pumping fast and frantic. She locked eyes with me, stern but amused. “Slow down.”
I froze, remembering her past jabs: “Selfish little dicks don’t know how to control themselves.” She’d said it before, smirking as she explained how, in her experience, “big cocks have discipline and know how to go slow in a pussy when necessary.” Those words burned in my brain, my cheeks flushing hot with shame. My tiny prick throbbed inside her, humiliated but desperate to obey.
It was tough as hell, every fiber screaming to jackhammer, but I forced myself to ease up. Long, deliberate strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in. She closed her eyes, brow furrowing in concentration, the vibrator humming against her nub. I held that steady rhythm, watching her chest rise and fall faster. A few minutes in, her moans built—real ones this time, breathy and needy. I sped up just a touch, matching her cues, and she shattered. Her pussy clenched around my skinny shaft in weak spasms, not the vise-grip she gets from bigger things, but enough to make her arch and gasp.
She yanked the vibrator away, still riding the high. “Slow down to barely moving,” she ordered.
I complied, rocking my hips in tiny nudges, feeling her aftershocks pulse faintly against me. When she got too sensitive, she tapped my thigh.
“Okay, that’s it.”
I pulled out with a wet pop, my dick bobbing hard and slick with her arousal, denied and aching.
She rolled onto her side, facing away. “Cuddle me from behind.”
I spooned up tight, arm draping over her to cup her soft tits, my face nuzzling her neck. I could still smell her pussy on my lips and beard—musky and intoxicating—which kept my little dick rigid, pressed against her ass crack. She relaxed into me, all spent and glowy, while I throbbed uselessly.
Then she wiggled her cheeks, grinding back teasingly. Spread her legs a bit, and for a split second, the tip of my dick brushed her soaked entrance—hot, slippery heaven. “Okay,” she murmured. “We can try.”
My pulse hammered. I surged forward, but my short length strained, poking uselessly against her ass instead of sliding home. Kept humping the air, desperate to penetrate.
She got annoyed quick. “Move up. Get higher.”
I scooted closer, thrusting harder, and this time the head barely dipped in—maybe an inch, her lips kissing the tip before I slipped right out when she twitched. I groaned in frustration, that fleeting warmth taunting me.
She twisted her head, puzzled. “I think you got too soft.”
Protest bubbled up—hell no, it was rock-hard—but before I could speak, her hand snaked back. Fingers wrapped around my shaft easily, since it’s so damn skinny. She tugged it, inspecting, then just hummed.
“Hmmm…”
Like it was some disappointing curiosity. Turned back over, sighing deeply, already checked out.
“That’s okay, we don’t have to.”
Her tone was tired, final—no energy for my futile poking. I’d known spooning never works; my little dick’s too short to reach from back there without awkward contortions we’ve abandoned long ago. But my heavy, cum-swollen balls didn’t care, urging me to beg silently. She pushed her plump ass against me anyway as I held her close, heart pounding like a drum.
“You’re waiting until tomorrow,” she declared casually, like denying my release was just a bedtime routine.
We lay like that for a few minutes, her breathing evening out, me simmering in blue-balled agony. Then she patted my arm. “Time for bed.”
Lights out, her body warm against mine, my untouched dick twitching in the dark. Humiliated, edged, and locked till morning—but fuck, that denial mixed with her casual control had me leaking even more. Can’t wait to try again.
The End.
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