My wife has been using her mother’s attic for storage for over a decade now. I was moving box after box in the humid heat of a Florida summer. Occasionally, I would sneak a peek into one of the boxes. Old Barbie dolls, high school awards, and old pictures.

Mostly sentimental. She was sorting the boxes as I brought them down. Condensing the items she wanted to keep and making a trash or donation pile for the rest. It was 1 pm. We hadn’t eaten, and the heat was making everyone a little testy. She decided to get lunch. Her mother volunteered to come with her. I decided this would be the perfect time for a break, a drink, and some air conditioning.

I kissed her goodbye and told her I loved her. As I walked through the garage, I noticed a laptop near her keep pile. I couldn’t help but wonder why she wouldn’t have brought this with her. We met in college, and I would assume she could have taken advantage of it. I picked it up and pressed the power button. It was dead. I grabbed the power cord and went inside.

I plugged it in and went to get a glass of ice water. I came back and pressed the power button once again. It lit up. I drank my water as I waited. The Home Screen was asking for a PIN. I tried the only four-digit pin I know she uses. It worked. The woman hasn’t changed passwords in over ten years. How have we not been victims of fraud? I’ll never know.

The computer ran slow. The startup folder must have had every bloatware from that decade. Finally, it was time to snoop. I clicked on the My Pictures folder. Thousands. I scrolled through pictures of high school parties, trips to the beach, numerous selfies, and then ones of her with her ex. Although intimate, all of them were kissing, engaging in playful poses, and flirting with each other. Nothing explicit. But my mind wandered.

I went to the search bar, clicked on “Kind,” and selected “Picture.” As I scanned, the image of perky breasts caught my attention. I clicked on it. There she was. Ten years younger and topless. I clicked on the location and discovered hundreds of photos in various poses. Then my heart sank. There was a picture of him.

I clicked on the preview icon of the photo to open the file. His hand was holding the base of his shaft. He was squeezing it. The long shaft extended close to five inches or more past his masculine grip. He must have been close to nine in total. The veins were all over his erection, trailing towards a large, full head. The edges of the head were swollen and defined. His girth was large enough that the tip of his thumb barely grazed the fingers of his grip. There was a slight curve upwards to his cock. I could see one of his balls was shaved. His pubic hair was trimmed. There was a line shaved just above the base of his member. I felt insecure comparing myself to his endowment.

The next file was a video. I nervously clicked on it. My heart beat with excitement. My little dick twitched in my shorts. With no time to prepare and no buildup, the sounds of choking bombarded the kitchen’s acoustics. My wife, or to better clarify, the woman who would one day be my wife, was desperately trying to fit his big cock down her throat. He was holding her blonde hair at the base of her head. Pushing her head down. Her makeup was running from her watery eyes. They were closed as she grimaced to take more of him.

She pushed her head up for air by bracing her hands on his thighs. She was taking deep breaths. He angrily stated, “I didn’t say you could stop, you stupid bitch. Open your mouth like a good whore.”

She obediently opened her mouth as he shoved her head down on his thick cock.

“You’re such a good slut aren’t you?” he asked.

She moaned in agreement. The video abruptly ends.

I watched it several more times, stroking my four-inch boner. I had never seen my wife like this. Of all the years we have been together, she was very mild, if not at times boring, during sex. Our sex consisted of oral on her, missionary, maybe doggy style to spice it up. She never seemed to cum when I fucked her, I had to eat her out for that. I just assumed she was one of those women who can’t cum during intercourse and needs clitoral stimulation via oral.

Another video…

I was exhilarated and scared. I clicked the video. Loud clapping. She was bent over, and he was taking long, deep strokes of his big cock. When we have sex in that position, she pulls on one of her cheeks to give me more room to work. In the video, her hand was pushing against his legs. Trying to limit each thrust. She is usually quiet with an occasional moan, but in this video, she was making loud moans at the end of every thrust. Her pussy gripped his thick shaft. Trying its best to accommodate him.

She moaned something. I rewound it. I listened closely. “Oh, Adam.” I could hear the puddling of her juices as he slammed against her body. Sounds of the wetness squelching against their body. Her hand dropped from holding him back. It motivated him to fuck her harder. She gripped the sheets. His free hand clamped around her hip. Pulling her into him. “OH, ADAM.”

“Tell me this is my pussy,” Adam demanded.

“It’s yours,” she purred.

His thrusts became faster. “Beg for me to cum.”

“Please, baby.”

“Please, what?!” Adam shouted.

“Cum in me.”

He made one last deep thrust inside her, and he started to grunt. It sounded like a lifetime as he pumped every drop out inside her deep into her spasming cunt.

He laughed. “Say thank you.”

She giggled as she whispered, “Thank you.”

The video abruptly ended.

My four-inch dick came so hard watching her take that huge cock. I found out that day that my wife could cum from vaginal sex. The problem was never her; it was me. My dick is too small to make her cum like that from intercourse. It was a startling and embarrassing feeling. The odd thing is my wife has never mentioned this to me in all the years we have been married. She has never told me that my small dick doesn’t give her any pleasure. I guess that means she really loves me and is protecting my feelings. But I’ve jerked off to that video so many times now it isn’t funny. I’m starting to wonder what it would be like to watch her cum on a huge cock in real life.

 

The End.

 

 

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