My wife likes to expose my small penis whenever the situation arises. Sometimes she has to manufacture an incident, and the opportunity sometimes falls into her lap. This was one time I should have seen it coming. My wife and I had flown out west for a mountain vacation. We spent the first day and night near the airport, exploring that city before heading to higher ground.

We had the hotel swimming pool to ourselves that evening and alternated between the hot tub and the pool. While in the pool, a half dozen young people piled into the hot tub. My wife and I stayed in the pool, not wanting to invade their party in the hot water.

One of the girls in that group caught my attention as they entered the pool area. She was a blonde-haired woman in her early twenties wearing a skimpy white two-piece swimming suit. Her complexion, hair color, and the white bikini formed a mesmerizing sight. I stared at her as she walked to the hot tub and got in.

The hot tub was only visible from the deep end of the pool, and every time I swam over there, I glanced up at the hot tub to catch a glimpse of her. She must have gotten too hot as she eventually sat on the tub’s edge with her feet in the water. I had a side view of her and noticed she had a large purple birthmark on her cheek that stretched down into her neck.

The birthmark was a surprise, and at first, I felt awful for her, but as I watched her conversing and laughing with her group of friends, I realized it was not a hindrance for her. The birthmark added to her mystique by complimenting her beauty and white bikini. I found myself captivated by her sensual rapture.

I swam into the deep end more and more often to score glances at her. She noticed me looking at her at first, not minding. Still, as I continued, her facial expressions changed from curious to annoyed to downright hostile.

I told myself to stop looking as she misinterpreted my amorous glances for ridicule of the birthmark. I managed to swim past her a few times, not looking at her to cool the situation down, but I could not help but steal quick looks occasionally. She glared at me each time I saw her, so I decided to stay permanently in the shallow end.

My wife was sitting on the cement pool steps, half in and half out of the water, leisurely kicking her feet. We were alone in the pool and out of sight of the hot tub dwellers. I swam up between my wife’s legs to kiss her. She mischievously squeezed my penis and scrotum through my swim shorts and suggested that if I took them off, she would give me an underwater blowjob.

This was an offer I could not refuse. My wife untied the string holding my shorts secure, and slid them down over my hips. I lifted each leg one at a time to let her slip the shorts completely off. My heart pounded as I felt extremely vulnerable in the cold water, scared someone would come in. True to her word, my wife went underwater and took my shriveled acorn in her mouth for about ten seconds. She came back up and grinned at me as she tried to tug some life into my pizzle.

“What’s the matter? Are you scared?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Scared of getting caught naked?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Scared someone might see your small pee-pee?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said again.

“Like this?” she said, throwing my wet swim shorts high into the air with all her might.

I watched my swim shirts sail through the air and land in the far corner of the deep end with a slap on the water’s surface louder than a cannon blast. I looked at my wife incredulously as she grinned at me. She pointed a finger toward the ceiling, so I turned my eyes to see a security camera watching us.

“Better hurry,” she said with a laugh.

Better hurry indeed, I told myself as I swam into the deep end, knowing the loud noise would have drawn the attention of those in the hot tub. Sure enough, the hot tub crowd was leaning against the tub’s edge, watching me.

The deep end had a depth of eight feet, and in my panic, I had not taken a good breath before diving under. Halfway down, my lungs began to scream for air, and even though I gave two or three more hard kicks, my fingers could not grasp the material of my shorts.

I came up, gasping for breath and wiping the water from my eyes. I saw the crowd watching me. The girl in the white bikini stood up and stared intently at me. They had seen everything as I had dove under—butt, anus, scrotum, and my small penis—and they were about to see it all again. I glanced at my wife to see if there was any sign of apology on her face. She grinned and gave me the thumbs-up.

I took two or three deep breaths to clear the carbon dioxide out of my lungs and fill them with air. I jumped up, bent over, and went down. They had just seen my ass and balls and shriveled dick again, and the embarrassment was intense. This time I went fully down and grabbed my shorts. I came back up, and when my vision cleared, I saw the blonde girl standing at the edge of the pool, glaring at me with pure rage.

Terrified, I swam over to my wife in the shallow end with my shorts in my hand. I suspected this was not over, and my heart fluttered when I heard the squishy padding of the girl’s feet on the pool decking as she approached.

I stood with my hands up, ready for a fight. My wife turned to watch what was about to happen with a curious look. I was on my own.

The girl came right up and stood about three feet from me. Not in the striking distance was my first thought. My second thought was that through the wet material of her white bikini, I could faintly see her areolas’ round outline and her bush’s dark coloring. Her labia seemed to be somewhat pronounced. None of this affected the unmanly statehood of my wrinkled penis, which was feeling the effects of cold air and adrenaline.

The girl pointed an index finger at my tiny penis nestled in its lair of pubic hair, looking much like a button on a fur coat.

“All my life, assholes like you have been staring at me as if I were a freak, ridiculing my appearance and making me feel like shit. Do you know what hypocrisy is? It’s fuckwads like you hiding your tiny little sliver of a dick under your pants and behind your big trucks,” the white bikini girl shouted.

She then said, “But I like myself. I like how I look. But you? You can’t like yourself, not with that baby dick. That useless, pathetic micropenis. You are useless to a woman. Useless to yourself. All you can do is suck cock and take it in the ass. So you failed. You don’t get to make me feel bad. Fucking asshole. Fucking baby dick freak.” She walked away.

I didn’t bother trying to explain my real thoughts about her. There was no point. I looked at my wife. Her face was blushing. She was looking at my dick. I looked down and saw I had a four-inch, pencil-thin stiffy.

“Admit it. You liked that, didn’t you?” my wife said. ” Just a wee-wee little itty-bitty bit?” she added, holding her thumb and index finger about half an inch apart.

 

The End.

 

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