SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

Last night, my wife and I were watching a movie where three different men were pursuing a girl. I reminded her that it was like when we started dating: she was talking to two other guys when I won her over. I don’t know exactly how we got to talking about dick sizes, but she told me one guy came in his pants when they were making out, so she never saw his size. I joked that it was embarrassing, then said he must have had a micropenis if that happened.

She smiled and said, “He might have, but he might have been the same size as you. Or even a little bigger. Guess we will never know.”

“Well, I’m glad you picked the guy with the biggest dick.” I joked.

“Baby, oh honey. The other guy was huge. It’s ok though. I picked you because you had a better personality, and I was already falling in love with you.” She smirked.

“Oh, so you fooled around with him?” I asked.

“Ya. Just once.” She said nonchalantly.

“He wasn’t that much bigger, though, right?”

“Honey, I use my two fingers for you, and he needed my whole hand,” she said as she held up the small penis sign.

I was already hard with her talking about this, so I stood up and pulled my pants down. “You need your whole hand on me!” I said with pride.

She grabbed my entire dick in her hand and said, “Ya, I can use my whole hand to make your penis disappear, but not his.”

“Ya, but you can still grab me with your hand like him,” I egged her on.

“Honey, if his dick were here with yours, I would have to use both hands to hold him.” She moved her hand up to the tip of my dick and wrapped her pinky around it with the rest of her hand off the end. “That was about his size. And he was thicker too. I guess he was about twice your size. So maybe six and a half inches,” she laughed.

“Very funny, but you know I’m five. He must have been nine or ten inches,” I said.

She scoffed and said, “FIVE!? You must be drunk. I bet he was eight inches, which makes you a measly four. And that’s on a good day,” she laughed.

“Four and a half inches and you know it!” I said.

“Don’t make me measure it,” she stared me down.

I walked over to our everything drawer and got the clothes and the tape measure, then unrolled it. I pushed it hard against the top of my penis to get as much as I could, and showed her just over four and a half inches and showed her.

“Aw, baby, that’s cute. You’re really trying. But don’t hurt yourself.” She grabbed the tape measure and laid it down on the top without pressing it down. “There. That’s more like it. A solid four inches,” she said, giggling and smirking at me. “Sit down, tiny dick, and let’s finish our movie.”

“Good thing you chose me and not him. I’m glad you didn’t like his dick,” I said.

“I’m glad I chose you, too, hun. But I sure wish I had his dick on you. That would have been great. But I love you, so it’s all good.”

Then I sat down and finished the movie.

I got a quickie handjob later that night because I knew she was tipsy, which was pretty good as well. One of the comments was: “Your dick is 2 out of 10.”

LOL.

 

The End.

 

 

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