SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

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Part 2…

The next morning, Wade stood outside his house wearing a loose robe and shorts. He was on the phone with a repairman.

“I am telling you I did not break it myself. Why would I do that? A robber broke the door,” Wade shouted at the repairman.

“Sir, if you have not broken it yourself and you were robbed, as you state, why have you not reported it?” the repairman asked.

“Uh… because he didn’t steal anything… You know what, just come here, and I will pay.”

Wade exhaled and hung up. Across the street, Samantha was walking, carrying a bag of groceries. She saw the broken door, and her expression changed.

“Oh my God, Wade, what happened?” she asked, looking at the broken door.

Wade paused for a moment. What was he supposed to say? ‘One guy broke in while I was naked, masturbating, thinking of you. When he saw my tiny penis, he left out of pity.‘ It wasn’t impressive enough, so Wade lied.

Wade cleared his throat, looked at the broken door, and gave an awkward smile. “Oh, that, yeah, uh, five men broke in last night.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, and are you okay? Did they hurt you?” she said in a worried voice.

“Nah, I am fine.” Wade kept his awkward smile.

“Did they steal anything?” she asked.

Wade thought, ‘My dignity. They stole my dignity.‘

Wade coughed and rubbed his head awkwardly. “I guess they got spooked when they saw me, so they didn’t have much time to steal.” He coughed again, just hoping she would believe it.

Samantha looked at Wade. Wade looked back. His robe slipped open slightly, revealing his white underwear. He quickly pulled it closed again. Samantha smiled.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Thanks.”

She walked toward her house, but paused to look back at Wade.

“Actually… Edward and I are having dinner tonight. Would you like to join us?”

“Me? Really? I mean, of course I would be glad to join you guys.”

“Great, see you at seven.” She smiled and left.

—

Wade rushed back into his house, excited.

“Dinner with Samantha!” he jumped and laughed. Minutes later, Wade was in the shower, singing and dancing.

He stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. He lifted the towel over his head and started rubbing his wet hair. The door swung open. The towel stayed on his head, blocking his view, but Wade heard the door and stood still. The cool air of the room hit his bare ass, and he realized the towel wasn’t covering his little pecker.

Luna was shocked. “Jesus Christ! Sorry! I didn’t know you were there.” Luna paused, looked down at his small penis, and smiled. “Naked as the day you were born.” She pressed her lips together, trying to hide her laughter.

Wade scrambled, pulling the towel down from his head to cover his groin. His face burned.

“Why didn’t you knock?” he asked, frustrated.

“I did, but you were obviously singing and shaking your ass,” she said, leaning against the doorframe.

“Knock again. Don’t just come in without my permission.”

“Come on, Wade, relax. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. Is it smaller now?” she asked, jokingly.

“It’s not funny,” Wade muttered.

“It is funny. It has not grown a single centimeter since our divorce.” She pushed off the frame and turned to leave. “Get dressed, little guy. Emma is here. You surely don’t want your daughter to see your little secret.” She pulled the door shut behind her, and Wade heard her chuckle.

—

Wade let out a long breath, then got dressed and headed downstairs. When he saw Emma, his face brightened, and she hugged him. His mood lifted right away. Wade and Emma settled onto the couch and chatted while Luna scrolled through her phone. Luna asked Wade about the broken door, and he said he was changing the lock because he’d heard there had been a lot of robberies in the neighborhood.

Luna grabbed her handbag, ready to leave.

“Emma is staying here today.” She said.

“No problem.” Wade nodded.

“Patrick planned a trip with some friends, and I’m going with him. We will be out for a few days”

“Patrick?” Wade said in a cold voice.

“Yes, Patrick.” She looked at him.

Before Wade could say a word, Patrick appeared in the broken doorway—tall, athletic, and bald, sunglasses perched on his head, having arrived before the rest of him.

“Oh, what happened here?” Patrick examined the door.

“It’s a long story, and I’m sure you have something more important to do than listen to me,” Wade said, forcing a smile.

Patrick walked over and gave Wade a light slap on the shoulder.

“How are you doing, little buddy?” Patrick said.

“Good,” Wade replied, his voice tinged with bitterness.

Luna walked toward the door. “Have fun with your dad, and call us if you need anything,” she said to Emma. Patrick followed, then turned back to Wade. “Take care, little buddy.”

“You too…” He paused. “…big buddy,” Wade said, frustrated.

Wade looked at Emma and smiled.

“Breakfast?” he asked her. She nodded.

—

As they shared breakfast, he mentioned that Samantha, his neighbor, had invited him to dinner that evening.

“So it’s a date?” Emma asked with a playful smile.

Wade choked a little bit. “No, it’s not a date. It’s just a friendly invitation.”

“Is she pretty?” Emma asked.

“Emma… Stop”

“Is she”

Wade paused briefly and looked at Emma. “Yeah, she is, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

Emma glanced at him and smiled. “You should wear the black shirt. It suits you perfectly. And you’ll need help choosing a tie—you always pick the boring ones.”

She took his father’s hands and led him to his room. She opened the wardrobe and chose his clothes. Wade wore what she had chosen for him while she waited for him to show up.

“You look good,” she said with a soft smile.

Wade was sitting while Emma fixed his hair. He asked her about her mother and Patrick.

“How’s your mom and Patrick?”

“Good. Patrick has another tennis tournament next month, so he is preparing for it, and Mom is supporting him.”

“He is really famous, huh? That must have caused problems for you and your mother, you know, the media and the news. He has like 8 million on Instagram.”

“Nah, not really. Mom says she is used to it now, and she seems happy.”

Wade nodded quietly, looking at himself in the mirror. The old memory hit him.

—

Two years ago, Wade had returned home early from a work trip. He had a bottle of wine, Luna’s favorite, and he wanted to surprise her. As he walked upstairs, he heard something from the bedroom. Loud moans were coming from his room. He stopped, trying to process what he was hearing. Slowly, he opened the door, and there, on his bed, was Luna on her hands and knees.

Her back was arched, her body shining with sweat. Behind her was Patrick, the tall, famous athlete and tennis player everyone knew. He was holding her and moving his hips so hard that it felt like the walls were shaking. Wade’s eyes widened and went straight to Patrick’s large, veiny, thick cock inside her; he was like a horse, aggressive and rough. Luna moaned in a way Wade had never heard before, not once in eight years of marriage. She sounded desperate, like she never got fucked before.

Wade stood shocked, watching his wife getting fucked by another man. Patrick’s eyes met Wade’s; he smiled. Patrick just continued what he was doing, his large balls slapping against Luna’s skin, and he didn’t stop. Luna turned her head and looked at Wade. Her face revealed her pleasure; she was not ashamed; she was satisfied. Patrick was going faster, and she was moaning and climaxing; then she held the sheets, and she screamed; she cummed. Luna pulled away from Patrick and sat up on the bed; she tried to catch her breath, and then she looked at Wade.

“Sorry, I didn’t want this to end like that,” she said sharply.

Wade looked at her expression, and she didn’t look sorry. She looked like she was telling him he was not enough for her. It was like she was saying to him his cock is bigger than your pathetic tiny penis. He fucks me like you never could.

At this moment, Wade remembered other nights when he would try to touch her, and she rolled away from him. Nights when he successfully convinced her to have sex with him, she would let him enter his small penis inside her pussy while she lay scrolling on her phone. When he finally finished, after giving it his best shot at pleasing her, she asked in a bored tone, “Are you done yet?” At that moment, Wade realized he had lost everything—possibly even his dignity.

—

“Dad, are you listening to what I’m saying?” Emma asked.

Wade flinched.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, honey. I was thinking about something.”

“Good, because it’s time for Samantha now,” she said, smiling playfully.

—

Wade checked his watch. It was 6:50, so he stood, grabbed his jacket, and headed to the door. Emma wished him good luck as he closed the door; he thanked her and kissed her on the cheek. He arrived at Samantha’s and knocked. She opened the door almost immediately and greeted him with a smile. She wore a short white dress and was barefoot. Wade smiled at her, his eyes briefly drifting to her white, polished feet before returning to her face. Samantha noticed and smiled.

A moment of silence passed between them.

“Hi, welcome in,” She said.

“Thanks,” Wade said nervously. He glanced at the food and thanked her again for inviting him. Edward sat in the living room, surrounded by toys.

“Edward, come say hello.”

He looked up and waved; Wade waved back.

Dinner was pleasant, and Wade clearly enjoyed it. They talked about the neighborhood, about school, about Edward’s obsession with Batman. As Samantha set dessert on the table, Edward returned to his toys, leaving Wade and Samantha alone at the dinner table.

“Time really flies. Yesterday I was changing his diapers; today he doesn’t even allow me to shower him,” she said with a fond smile, glancing toward the living room.

“Yeah, I agree with you—my daughter is as tall as I am now,” Wade said.

“They grow up so fast, and they make us feel older,” she said.

“But you still—” Wade cleared his throat. His voice wavered. “Look good. I mean—not just good. Very good. You look… good.”

Samantha fell silent, looking at him, confused.

Wade realized he had been too direct—he thought he needed to rephrase it so she wouldn’t misunderstand. “I… I mean, for your age, you look… good.”

Samantha leaned back, smiling.

“Oh, really? For my age?”

Wade squeezed his eyes shut. “I have no idea how that was supposed to sound better.”

Samantha started laughing.

“Thank you, I guess,” she said, smiling warmly at him.

For a few seconds, they looked at each other. Wade’s expression softened as his eyes lingered on her gently parted lips. She noticed, but didn’t look away. Instead, she leaned closer. The air between them warmed, and Wade heard his heart pounding as her warm breath brushed his skin. Their lips were just about to meet.

“Mom?”

Both of them jumped apart.

“Can you take me to bed?” Edward said sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

Samantha quickly stepped back from Wade, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Of course, honey,” she said, offering her son a warm smile.

Samantha stood and walked over to her son, then glanced back at Wade with an apologetic smile. Wade gave her an understanding look, though he was disappointed. She took Edward’s hand and led him upstairs, leaving Wade alone. He let out a quiet breath. A few minutes later, Samantha returned to find Wade waiting by the door.

“Thank you for tonight. I had a really nice time,” he said, looking at her before quickly glancing away.

“So did I. I think we should do it again.”

“Yeah, I would be glad to,” Wade said, nodding as he left.

Wade walked home with a smile he couldn’t quite shake. His thoughts drifted to Samantha—her soft smile, her sweet laugh, her gentle touch, and even the way her feet seemed perfect to him. It had been so long since he’d felt this happy. He kept replaying the moment when they closed in for a kiss.

He returned home and opened the door. He found Emma asleep on the couch, gently kissed her forehead, and headed to his desk to finish the project. He opened his laptop, looked at the calculations, and started working. After a few hours, he finished the project. He double-checked everything and reviewed all the details; finally, he attached all the files to an email and sent them to Eric.

—

The next morning, Wade arrived at the office in high spirits. His crisp shirt and polished appearance matched the warm smile he offered everyone. Rachel, his assistant, noticed his cheerful mood.

“Good morning. You seem cheerful today,” she said.

“Good morning to the best assistant in the world,” he replied playfully, giving her cheeks a gentle squeeze before heading into his office and leaving her pleasantly surprised.

He settled into his chair, leaned back, and felt excitement and energy coursing through him.

“Wade. Mr. Jackson wants to see you in his office. Right away,” Rachel said, poking her head through the door.

“Maybe he wants to thank me for correcting the calculations.” Wade stood, straightened his shirt, and headed out with confidence. On the way, he noticed Alexandra leaning against her desk, watching him. A strange expression flickered across her face. Wade paused, assuming she was jealous that he was about to take the credit, then continued to Eric’s office.

Eric’s office was enormous, its polished furniture costly and imposing. Glass walls framed the room, and the city sprawled beneath the skyline behind his desk.

Wade knocked.

“Come in,” Eric called, his voice cold.

He sat behind his desk, cigar in hand. As Wade entered, Eric smiled and gestured toward the chair opposite him.

“The Palm Hills project was excellent,” he said, leaning forward. His expression gave nothing away. “The client loved it. Really loved it.”

Relief swept through Wade. He smiled, pride rising in his chest, and turned toward Eric, ready to speak.

“But you’re fired.”

The words hit like a blow. Wade’s smile vanished.

“…What?” He stared at Eric, stunned.

“Fired,” Eric repeated, calm as ever. “We’re terminating your contract.”

“But—you said the client loved the project.”

“They did. And I did too.”

Confusion gave way to anger. “Then why the hell are you firing me?”

“Business reasons,” Eric said.

For a moment, Wade could only stare. One second, he was being praised. The next, he was out of a job. Frustration surged through him, too fast to contain. He shot to his feet and pointed across the desk.

“I fixed a project that wasn’t even my responsibility!” he snapped. “I spent hours correcting Alexandra’s mistakes, and now you’re firing me for ‘business reasons’?”

Eric’s expression hardened. He told Wade the meeting was over, then called security.

Wade stood rigid, anger burning through him. The door opened behind him. Two tall, broad-shouldered guards entered and moved toward him. One reached for his arm. Wade jerked away.

“You can’t do this!” he shouted, turning back toward Eric. “You couldn’t have achieved all that without me!”

—

The guards seized him. Wade twisted and struggled as they forced his hands onto their shoulders, spread his legs to restrain him, and lifted him by the legs. His protests echoed through the office. They dragged him into the hallway, his legs awkwardly splayed and his little bulge exposed for everyone to see. Work stopped as everyone turned to stare.

Somewhere in the office, a man chuckled, and another soon joined him. Nearby, a group of female coworkers gathered by the copier, whispering behind their hands and glancing at Wade’s crotch.

“Oh my God, look between his legs. He clearly has a small package,” one woman whispered, making a small-penis gesture. Her friends joined in, laughing quietly.

Rachel stood nearby, her gaze moving from Wade’s little bulge to his face with sympathy.

Alexandra watched with a grin as Wade’s expression shifted. He looked at her and pointed.

“You fucking—” Wade shouted at her.

The security guard adjusted his grip. Wade’s legs spread even wider, pulling his pants taut and making the outline of his small penis more noticeable. Alexandra leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she gave him a closer, playfully curious look. Then she spoke loudly enough for the whole room to hear.

“Nice little bulge, Wade,” she said, smirking.

A wave of chuckles rippled through the office. Wade tried to answer, but the guards tightened their grip and hauled him toward the elevator. They shoved him through the doors, carried him outside, and dumped him on the sidewalk like a sack of laundry.

Wade got into his car, gripped the wheel, and started shouting.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

To Be Continued…?

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