It had been a long day.

After work, I ran three hard miles on the treadmill trying to clear my head — but the second I stepped off, sweat-drenched and breathless, I heard her.

“Hey, babe,” Jen called out. “I am coming in. I need to get ready,” she said.

I pushed up my glasses and stood confused.

“Remember? Laura’s divorce party tonight.”

I’d forgotten, honestly. Some kind of women-only, low-lit club event. Probably cocktails and dancing and a bunch of male-bashing games. And who could blame her? Josh, Laura’s husband, had cheated in the dumbest, most cliché way possible – with the babysitter.

Jen and I had been married just over six years, and we’ve had our ups and downs like any couple. But one little thing kept coming up that not every newlywed couple has to deal with—my little dick. She always said it was enough for her, and she didn’t need a big cock. But, it wasn’t just that I was small, it’s that I enjoyed being teased about it.

I had developed a pretty bad porn habit, and while I was embarrassed when she found out, it was also freeing. She couldn’t have been more understanding. We saw a counselor who helped us both understand it wasn’t about sex, it was about control, escapism, dopamine high, and yes – for me – some trauma formed fetishes.

So, for the past couple of years, Jen has indulged my porn usage as long as I didn’t do it in secret and didn’t replace the real thing with it. She also learned to play along with my small penis humiliation fetish and cuckold fetish.

Jen’s 5’8, slim, with dark wavy hair, full lips, and alluring eyes. She has a small waist, a firm ass, and feminine C-cup breasts. Her long neck and sexy legs were particularly eye-catching. And we look right together; I’m 5’10” with an athletic build, featuring a strong chest and broad shoulders. No one would guess that I was packing a small four-inch dick, that’s four inches fully erect. I sat on our bed, cooling off, talking to her in the adjoining bathroom as she got ready.

“So, what is a divorce party?” I asked.

“Umm yeah…I know it’s kind of weird, but Laura – you know her,” She laughed nervously. “Laura wanted to celebrate her new freedom. It’s – uh – going to be a lot of our friends there tonight.” She shared. “And Kristen is going too,” Kristen is her sister. “So, yeah, it should be… fun.” She snickered.

“What’s going on? You’re acting weird.” I questioned sensing something off about her tone and stammering speech.

“Wellll,” She sang, coming around the corner in just her bra and panties and putting her arms around my neck. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. “There is one thing I haven’t told you about tonight.” She confessed with a hot breath and soft kiss on my neck. “It’s at a strip club… male strippers.” She leaned back, staring me in the face, and smiled, waiting for my reaction.

“Strippers?!” My eyes flicked over her firm body.

“Uh-huh,” she nibbled her bottom lip, teasing me with her sexy look. “Male strippers. Hunky men, taking it all off.” She giggled. “It’s a whole show, and just for us. A private strip show.”

“Jesus! And, you’re just now telling me?”

“Oh… I thought about telling you sooner, but I knew if I did, you’d get all worked up over it. I mean, just think about it, Honey. This is the kind of thing we’ve talked about for years.” She let it sink in.

“You’re picturing it, aren’t you?” she said, her voice a little softer now. “Me sitting there, drink in hand, my sister beside me, surrounded by women we’ve known for years… and a man steps out with a body that looks carved from stone. A real man, with a real cock.” She added an extra amount of crispness to her C and K. Her hand trailed down my body, stopping just above my dick root.

I exhaled through my nose, slowly. Controlled. Or trying to be. Jen giggled wickedly. “He starts dancing around provocatively, then walks right up to me. I slip a dollar in his thong,” She slipped her hand in my waistband, still barely touching my base.

“My hand lingers on his body, he takes it and slides it to his huge dick barely covered by a thin piece of fabric. He’s so big he’s spilling out from every side. Then he looks down at me and pulls it out. A long, thick, masculine cock!” She stepped back, hand to mouth, feigning shock, and she smiled again, wide-eyed. ” And baby, I have to react. I mean, just seeing a big cock like that after only having yours for so long. It’d almost be rude not to give it at least a little feel.” She reached out, taking my erect little penis in her hand.

A low sound escaped my throat.

“I bet Victoria would lean in too,” she continued. “She’s nosy like that. She’ll watch as I take another man’s cock in my hands, and you know her, she’ll encourage me to do more than just feel it. And…well… how could I not tell her? It would just slip out. ‘This cock is so much bigger than Steve’s four inches,’ I’d say. ‘Bless him. He’s just a cute little thing, nothing like this big cock.”

That word—cute—hit like a punch. I could feel the pulse of blood in my face and between my legs. My pathetic little erection twitched in response to her condescension, like it was proud of itself for even being mentioned.

Jen’s voice dropped slightly, still teasing, still warm. “You know what I might do?” she mused. “Just to make the fantasy complete?” I waited.

“I might give one of them a little tug, a quick couple of strokes just to see what it feels like to handle a real cock for once. I’d pick it up, hold it, just taking in how heavy it is. For comparison.” She mimed holding an outrageously huge cock out in front of my tenting peewee.

My knees buckled a little.

“Jen…”

“Relax,” she said, with a teasing laugh. “You love it when I talk like this. But look at your little pinky, it’s standing up for attention. And you know I don’t have to go to a strip club to see big dicks. Remember that penis comparison site you found? What did it say again? In a room of 1000 men, you’d be smaller than 993 would be bigger. Every room you enter, you have the smallest dick in the room.” She laughed.

She paused, enjoying the way she was making me hot.

“And what if I wanted a real taste for once? What if I pressed my lips against his fat cockhead, giving it a supple kiss and one little lick? One quick flick of the tongue. Barely anything. Just enough to know what it tastes like, to know what a real cock feels like on my tongue, and to have to open wide to fit a cock in my mouth for once.”

“You’d lose your mind, wouldn’t you?” she whispered through my fog. “Knowing your wife—the one you kiss goodnight, the one who wears your ring—sucked a much bigger cock. Something real. And every time you kiss my lips again, you’ll think about them on his cock.”

God, I was trembling.

“And all the girls would know, too,” she added sweetly. “They’d smile at you when we run into them. Offer polite little greetings, hold back their laughs, knowing I sucked a cock in front of them all. Maybe one of them would pat your shoulder and say, ‘It’s okay. Not everyone can be built for pleasure.'”

“Jesus, Jen…”

She laughed again—low, loving, laced with satisfaction. “You’re such an easy tease, Steve. You get all worked up just imagining it. You don’t need me to do anything. Just thinking about it is enough to make your teeny little weenie pulse.”

I couldn’t help it. I let out a quiet moan, hand twitching with restraint. “Touch it if you want,” she said softly, knowing me too well. “But you better not finish. Not yet. I want you nice and worked up when I get home.” She ducked into the bathroom to finish getting ready. I sat on the bed imagining the scenario, and toying with my hard nub.

I listened as she fixed her hair, touched up her makeup, and changed clothes. The rustling of the fabric and the scent of her perfume filled my senses.

“How many will be there?”

“I don’t know, maybe four or five guys. I’ve never been to one of these before, but…I’ve watched a few videos.” She shared. “You know, just to know what to expect.”

“No… I meant how many women? Who all is going?”

“Oh, I think it’s a pretty small group, maybe 20-30 are invited, but you know, not everyone is comfortable going to a strip show, so I am guessing only half will show up, so maybe 15.”

15 girls. 4-5 strippers. The odds of her touching every one of them were staggeringly high.

She walked into our bedroom moments later, makeup flawless, with that confident sway in her step. She was already half-dressed, zipping up that black dress — the one that made her tits and ass pop, the one that fit tight with an open back.

My heart kicked harder than it had during the run.

“Wow,” I said, wiping my face. “You’re going all out for this party.” “You’re not jealous, are you?” she teased, sitting on the edge of the bed to buckle her heels. “I mean, remember what Doctor Connor said?” Dr. Connor is our marriage counselor; she’s the one who helped us understand that my porn use wasn’t a commentary on her, it was an escape for me. “It’s not that I don’t want you, I love you and your sweet little mushroom dick. It’s just exciting to think about seeing something… different.” She lectured.

“I am not jealous,” I scoffed, but I could already feel myself stirring, pathetic as it was.

Jen leaned back on her hands, legs crossed. “No? No. Not you, you’re not the jealous type.” She smiled as if wondering how far she should go.

“No. You’re a cuck.” She said smuggly. She had never said that word like that before, and she certainly had never called me one. “You know that little penie isn’t enough for me, and that I deserve more, don’t you?”

I nodded my head, but the way she said it sent a jolt straight to my gut. My little penis responded before I could even think. She saw it — my gym shorts not giving me much privacy — and her eyes sparkled with wicked delight as a small wet spot formed at the tip of my hard prick.

“Fuck! You’re leaking!” She coughed. “You want it, don’t you?” she said softly. “You want me to feel another man’s cock, to kiss it, to suck a real man while our friends watch – they’d all know I cucked you. And you will be here with your teeny little mushroom throbbing, waiting for me to come home and tell you all about it.”

“I wouldn’t hate it…” I muttered weakly.

She stood, towering in her heels, and kissed my cheek. “Good boy. I’ll be home late. I don’t know if I’ll actually do it, Steve. I don’t know if I can. But now I know I have your permission.”

She grabbed her clutch and headed out the door.

My mind raced with possibilities.

Minutes later, I peeled off my clothes, set my glasses on the vanity, and headed for a cold shower, body still warm from the run — and mind still very warm from everything else.

The water beat down over me, cooling me off. I stood there, letting the cold water run over my shoulders, eyes closed, body still twitching with leftover energy. I didn’t jerk off; I wanted to wait.

Then — a sound. Click.

“Can I come in?’ She asked. “Do you care if I come in?”

“No, come on in!” The bathroom door opened. “Forget something?” I called.

“I just need to grab something.” Through the frosted glass, I saw a familiar silhouette — dark hair, black dress, graceful figure dart into the closet.

An intrusive thought popped into my head, and I followed it. I quietly cracked the shower door open and quickly stepped out. I thought it would be funny to shake my small dick at her when she came out. She was in there longer than I expected, and started to think she was changing her dress. Then the door opened.

I threw up my hands, wiggling my hips and shaking my little nub at her. As I did, I locked eyes with her – Claire, my wife’s best friend!

They had similar dark hair – though Claire’s is straighter, they’re almost the same height. Same body type. They’d borrowed each other’s clothes more times than I could count. I’d even once put my arm around Claire from behind by mistake at a friend’s party.

And now she was standing in front of me — eyes wide, mouth twitching with amusement — staring directly at my very, very erect, very, very small penis.

I froze.

She didn’t.

She was holding her phone out, Facetiming my wife.

“Ohhh… wow!” Claire said, tilting her head slightly and turning the phone around. I saw Jen on the other end, and she burst out laughing. “Fuck you said it was small. I just thought, like… smallish.” Claire laughed with my wife.

Her eyes lingered, openly examining me with a hint of pity. “But this…” she added, laughing gently, “This is… adorable. Like a tiny little party favor that popped up just for me.”

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me, my face flush with humiliation.

“What are you doing here!”

“You told me to come in! I opened the door and said, “It’s Claire,” And you said I could come in.”

Fuck, I thought it was my wife asking, Do you care? As in Do you care if I come in, but it was Claire,

“Sorry,” she said, clearly not sorry at all.

“Don’t cover up now, pinky dick. At least let her see it!” My wife cackled. “Go on, you know you want to.”

She was right, but didn’t want them to know it.

“Go on then.” Claire smiled and tugged my towel away. She let it drop to the floor, and there I was, naked, cold, throbbing.

“Fucking adorable!” She stepped forward and kissed me gently on the lips.

“Thank you for showing it to me.” She grabbed my little guy, giving it a couple of quick tugs. “It’s like a little appetizer before going to see the real ones.”

“Adorable!” She grinned again, gave me a playful wave, and left the room. The bathroom went quiet.

I stumbled, grabbing my towel with shaking hands, water still dripping from my hair. I turned off the shower and grabbed my phone sitting on the bed, hands damp, swiping it open with a slippery thumb. One new message from Jen.

*Hey, babe — Claire’s swinging by to grab a necklace + earrings. Told her where to look. Love you*

I stared at the screen in stunned silence. Claire hadn’t just caught me mid-shower. She’d caught me, fully hard. Fully exposed. Fully humiliated. And now… she knew.

15 to 20 minutes later, I was still holding the phone, still sitting on our bed. Still in shock, Jen FaceTimed me. I hesitated, not wanting to deal with this quite yet, but answered before it went to voicemail.

Jen burst into laughter and grinned widely. “You thought it was me, didn’t you?” She teased, understanding the situation.

” I-I thought it’d be funny,” I mumbled as I stood up, pacing.

“It was funny,” Jen said with a wicked smile. “She thinks you’re adorable. Tiny and adorable — her words, not mine.”

My knees felt weak. I sat down on the edge of the bed, towel slipping just slightly.

Jen leaned closer to the camera. “You know what the best part is?” I raised my brow in anticipation.

“Now I get to talk about your little penis openly with her.” She giggled.

“And soon, everyone here will know what she saw. And honey, you better believe they’re going to talk. I can’t stop Claire from telling people about it.”

My face was crimson.

“Oh, by the way, I just got a lineup for tonight. You wanna know who the main act is?” Jen added with a sly tone.

I shook my head slowly, heart pounding.

“One of the strippers is known as ‘The Hammer.’ Ten inches, easy.” She licked her lips. “Bet you can’t wait to hear all about him, hmm?”

I didn’t reply. I didn’t have to. My face, the heat in my chest, the unmistakable lust in my eyes, said it all.

Jen smirked knowingly.

“I’ll give you all the juicy details when I get back,” she whispered. “But for now? Be a good boy. Don’t jerk off yet. And try not to think too hard about Claire seeing your little penis.”

The call ended.

I stared at the blank screen, heart racing, head spinning. I was utterly humiliated. And I’d never felt more turned on in my life.

Stunned, dazed, and high on lust, I downed a couple of shots of Jim Beam and settled in front of the computer with a tall Boilermaker. I sat naked in the chair, cupping my balls, watching porn, and sipping on my drink. I searched for male stripper porn and watched video after video of “staged” dance clubs where there are women paid to be there as performers who interact with the dancer.

But, even still, I couldn’t help but think that at a private show, my wife might be enjoying something very similar. A large, muscular black man, with an elephant trunk of a cock dancing with a towel around his waist. He’d spot the professional girls, and open his towel right in front of their faces, they’d lean in, manhandle his cock, and suck it, to the cheers of the crowded room.

I jumped as the chime of the text notification rang out. It was Jen. *OMG* she sent, followed by three eggplant emojis.

A few minutes later

*Claire just got here* followed by a laughing face and a shrimp emoji.

*Please tell her to keep it a secret* I sent back, my body trembled.

*Why?*

*It’s embarrassing*

*Exactly, maybe this is what you need. Maybe you need it to happen in real life.* She sent it back with a winky face.

*Jen!* Distraught face.

*Wait, are they allowing you to use your phones?*

*I know, right? They said since it’s a private show, we can use our phones as long as we don’t post to social media. Laura negotiated it with the owner, and we all had to sign waivers.* She sent back followed by a selfie with Claire and Victoria, all holding huge margaritas.

Then the texting went quiet for several minutes. I kept looking back at my phone, hoping to get an update and maybe a picture or two. I found myself more focused on my phone than on the porn on the computer.

Finally, the phone chimed again.

*HE’S HUGE* Elephant and eggplant emojis followed.

*Bad signal, pics not sending* frown face.

I couldn’t believe she was taking pictures and trying to send them. I hadn’t prayed in a long time and was certain God wouldn’t approve of this, but I prayed anyway. “God, please!” I begged any deity that might be listening.

Minutes later, I was holding my breath as the picture came through. I couldn’t believe it. I could tell it was Laura, but she had a massive cock draped over her face. It seemed zoomed in and a bit grainy in the low light. But I could tell the guy was massive!

His dick was longer than her face, his head dangling about two inches lower than her chin as he stood behind her, elevated on a platform. He was a white guy, maybe late 20s, he was in good shape, but not a big guy, other than the log between his legs.

Another 4-5 minutes passed with nothing.

Then another picture. Victoria, Jen’s sister, was inches away from a black guy’s dick. He, too, was large, but not as big as the previous guy. But, he was bigger all around, thicker chest, bulkier muscles, still easily 7 inches or more of cock dangling as she looked up at him with lust in her eyes.

Like a lot of men, I’ve always had a thing for my wife’s sister. They’re similar enough to know they’re sisters, but Victoria is a little shorter and heavier, with larger double D breasts. She was wearing a low-cut top, her cleavage on full display.

Another 5 minutes and another picture. It was Victoria again, with the same guy, but this time his cock was resting on top of her breasts as she pressed them together, lifting them, and looking down at this strange dick on her boobs, the boobs I’ve drooled over, and jerked my dick to for years. A strange sense of jealousy flooded me, as if she would ever have let me tit fuck her. I couldn’t believe how much the girls were handling these guys dicks, I’d been to a strip club three times, but it had been years. I don’t remember them allowing this much contact.

Now, almost ten minutes have gone by with nothing. I go to refill my drink, and my phone is blowing up. I sprint back to my phone.

Nine new messages from Jen. A message from Claire. And two messages from Victoria.

“Fuck!” I audibly gasped. And started working my way through the pictures.

Several pictures from Jen, showing the different guys performing, mostly from the stage. It’s what I expected: guys in police costumes, firefighter costumes, and a cowboy. Every guy there had a large cock, and every lady was loving it. This reconfirmed what I already knew deep inside – that size does matter, women love big dicks, and mine… wasn’t even average.

All the girls were handling these big dicks, laughing, drinking, and cheering each other on. In some of the pictures, women had their tits out, I couldn’t believe it, these are women we know, we’re friends with them.

Finally, the last picture Jen sent, I can’t express how defeating it was, how utterly embarrassing it was to see this guy fully naked. This had to be “The Hammer.”

He’s a giant, with a cock so large it looked like an arm. He had a metal cock ring at the base of his ten inches that looked like it would be too big on my wrist. He wasn’t just long, he was thick, like a two-liter soda bottle dangling from him. His head was thinner, but then it ballooned out in the middle, like an elongated football shape.

It was so emasculating that I lost my erection. For the first time all night, my little nub just wanted to hide in shame. My hands trembled as I clicked on the message from Claire.

The first picture was of Jen with the guy who had his cock on her sister’s boobs. Jen was holding his cock, two hands, and still easily another hand could have fit on him. Jen, my wife, was stroking a strange man’s massive dick, while her sister and friends watched.

In the second picture, Victoria and Jen were both holding a different dick, maybe the guy that Laura had been with earlier. It was a big dick – they weren’t just holding him. They were kissing it. My wife and her sister had their lips on his cock!

Then the third picture. My wife was on the stage. She looked embarrassed, as she was on stage with Laura and a man with a microphone.

In the next picture, the man with the microphone was holding it up to Jen, who was talking, her face red, and her eyes glassy. She definitely had a lot to drink.

The next picture took my breath away. Jen was sitting on a chair, on stage, her dress pulled down, her breasts exposed. The Hammer had his cock hanging over her shoulder.

I looked down at my small, pathetic, tiny dick. Jen could wrap me up in one hand, make it look like I didn’t even have a dick. And this guy’s cock was hanging over her shoulder, brushing against her tit, almost the length of her torso. I couldn’t comprehend what it would take for her to fuck that thing, and knew for sure if she even got half of it in her pussy, she’d never feel me again.

In mental anguish, I opened Victoria’s text. I shouldn’t have. It wasn’t a picture. It was two videos, each lasting a little over five minutes.

I clicked the first one.

Jen’s soft, white hands wrapped around a black guy’s huge, fat dick, stroking him two-handed, one on top of the other. She looked over at Victoria; she knew she was being recorded.

“I am not used to something so big. Steve’s only takes one hand.” She chuckled as she worked the hung guy’s cock. The music was loud and raunchy, but I could clearly hear her.

“I’ve seen it,” Claire’s voice came through, as the camera panned to her. “Seriously, he’s like this big.” She held out her thumb. Victoria laughed, thinking she was joking.

“She’s right. He’s not even four inches; he’s so small.” Jen leaned over, whispering to her sister, but still loud enough to be heard over the music. Jen took that large dick and sucked the tip.

“God, I need a real cock!” She laughed. The guy pulled away and went to the other side of the room. Victoria moved the camera to Claire, who was playing with another guy. Then it stopped.

I couldn’t believe it. She did it. Jen outed me to her sister, and anyone close enough to hear her, all while sucking this guy’s dick. My wife’s mouth was on his cock, his head in her mouth, and she tasted him. Tasted his precum. My mind was going crazy. He was so much bigger than me.

I clicked the next video.

It was a guy on stage – like an MC with Laura.

“So you all scanned the QR as you came in, we had you sign the waiver, and fill out a short survey. What you ladies didn’t know was we’re using the survey to select who gets to be on stage with ‘The Hammer!'” He yelled out to applause and whistles.

“We have a lucky lady tonight. She’s been picked because of the third question. Do you remember what it was?” They cheered again. He held the microphone to Laura as she spoke.

“Ladies,” She chuckled, “Question three was, how big is your current partner?” She laughed. “And one of you has been married to a man with a tiny little dick. According to the survey, it’s less than four inches fully hard.”

Even over all the gasps, I could hear my wife utter – “Oh no!” And I could see Claire leaning over and whispering something to her.

“Ladies,” Laura announced, “our special treat goes to Jen!” The room lit up with laughter. Victoria was laughing hard. “You poor girl!” She cried out at her sister. Jen covered her face in embarrassment, but her friends took her by the arms and walked her up the stairs to the stage.

“This can’t be true, can it? Steve is so handsome!” Laura was in tears.

Jen looked truly shocked and mortified. “I had no idea this was going to happen…” She was shaking, “But… yes… Steve is really small.” She covered her face again. “He says he’s four inches, but he’s closer to three and a half.” She nervously laughed.

Lauara took the mic back, “He wouldn’t just be the smallest guy in this room, he’d be the smallest guy in any room.” She laughed. My God, had Jen told her about that?

“Please… you guys be nice to him…” She called out as the MC moved the microphone away, and the music started, and the curtain rose. The Hammer was already behind her. Victoria turned the camera, and she and Claire were laughing and holding up the small penis sign. The video ended. And for a moment, I honestly thought I was having a heart attack.

They know… my wife’s entire friend group, her sister, her best friend. Most of the people we hang out with are couples. I know their husbands. I work with two of their husbands. By the end of the night, everyone is going to know I have a less than four-inch dick.

I had no idea how long ago these videos were made. Had no idea what happened after. I quickly texted Jen.

*WTF!*

*Call ME*

Seconds later, I got a FaceTime from her.

“Baby!” She gasped, “You have to believe me, I had no idea this was going to happen. I thought it was a survey for the club, I didn’t know.” She was panting. Her face flushed, and her eyes were glassy from drinking too much. “Please, Steve, please forgive me.”

I didn’t know what to say, how to feel, or what to think.

“Make sure someone drives you home. We’ll get your car tomorrow.” I sighed. “We’ll talk when you get home.” I hung up, closed my computer, turned off my phone, got dressed, and waited.

I sat numb, absolutely gob-smacked, like I had just downed a fistful of Prozac. My mind was clear, and I thought of nothing. No fantasies. No anger. No shame. Just waiting and watching the clock. It was exactly 12:38 am when the car’s lights shone through the windows. I left the front door unlocked for her.

I heard the door open and some hushed whispers; someone was with her.

I was sitting on the bar stool in the kitchen when she came in, her makeup smeared, her hair messy, and her eyes puffy and red. Right behind her shuffled Victoria and Claire. All three of them came straight to me, Jen hugging me and begging me to forgive her. Victoria and Claire on each side, Victoria stroking my hair, and Claire with her head against my shoulder in a side hug.

“What can I do? What do you need? I am so sorry,” She choked out. She kissed my neck, my cheeks, and came in to kiss my lips. I grabbed her face, holding her still, and I swiped my thumb over her bottom lip. All I could think about was how those lips had been on another cock. She sucked it, sucked a cock in front of her friends, and made me the punchline of every joke for the foreseeable future.

“I can’t imagine,” She held her eyes low.

“Look at me.” I breathed with tension in my voice. It took all her willpower to lift her eyes to mine. A tear ran down her face; she was broken. She had broken our trust, and she knew it.

“It was never supposed to go this far.” Claire chimed in.

“Steve, you can work through this. It’s not as bad as it seems. Give it some time before you make any decisions.” Victoria counseled.

“Please,” My wife begged, “Kiss me. Tell me we’re going to be okay.”

“We’ll be okay,” I assured her with a rasp in my throat. I kissed her, I kissed her lips that had kissed another man’s dick less than an hour ago.

As we kissed, Claire ran her hand over my chest, kissed my cheek, and sprinkled my neck with little brushes of her lips. Victoria took my hand, placing it on her ample breast. I huffed. Jen continued to kiss me, pushing her tongue in my mouth.

The three of them stood me up. Victoria and Claire worked to peel my shirt off. Jen lowered the straps of her dress, letting it fall to the ground. She wrapped her arms around me again, and I embraced her with my strong arms, holding her body against mine.

Victoria took her top off; she was wearing a black bra. The cups seemed huge compared to Jen’s. She unclasped it and pulled it away. My sister-in-law is bearing her breasts to me. Her nipples were erect and large. A slightly darker shade of pink than my wife’s.

Jen retrieved something from her clutch, a small bottle – a pill bottle. She opened it up and fed them to me.

“Swallow these,” She smiled. “One of the strippers said this is how they’re able to last all night with ladies stroking them.” She explained as I swallowed the pills.

Claire undressed and was quickly beside me naked, as if making an offering to me. Was it pity? Was it grief? Was it making amends?

I grabbed Claire by the back of the head, pulling her to me. I leaned down, kissing her neck and trailing up to her lips. Her lips are thinner than Jen’s, but it was still a delight to feel her on my mouth.

Victoria brought my hand to rest on her tits again, now fully undressed. Her breasts were soft, so much softer than my wife’s, and heavy. I kneaded her tits in my hand, feeling their warmth and heft.

Jen slid her hands down my stomach, grabbing my shorts and pulling them down off of me. We were now all four naked and embracing in our kitchen.

“You’re still the one I want.” Jen smiled, kneeling before me and taking my small dick in her mouth.

“Adorable,” Claire whispered, “And, fucking hot!” She kissed me again, her tongue swiping against mine over and over as Jen sucked my dick, and Victoria kissed my shoulder, snuggling close, and moving her hand down, tickling my balls as her sister licked my dick.

I groaned as Jen’s lips wrapped around me, her tongue flicking against the sensitive head. She sucked gently, her cheeks hollowing as she worked me deeper. Being small, it was easy for her to take me all the way, her nose pressing against my pelvis. The sensation was overwhelming—her soft lips, her wet tongue, the way she moaned, it was amazing.

“Bedroom,” I huffed. Moments later, I was lying on my back, all three women kissing, touching, stroking, and licking me to new heights of pleasure. Was it the thrill of being outed? Having three gorgeous women on me? Or something to do with the pills?

Every nerve ending seemed like it was dialed up, my dick had never looked so big and thick, and still it was dwarfed by even the smallest of the men that had seen tonight.

Victoria straddled me, her warm cunt against my stomach. She leaned forward, her large breasts seemed to double in size as she offered them to my mouth. I nibbled and sucked her tits, pressing her soft flesh against my face, breathing her in. I groaned as she pulled away, and gasped as she slid down my body, dragging her tits against me till she engulfed my dick between her mounds.

“Fuck!” I snorted, with a fantasy being lived out.

“It’s okay, honey,” Jen comforted, “enjoy it.” I slid my little pecker up into Victoria’s breasts over and over. Jen grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer, and Victoria sat up just enough to have her sister drizzle her tits. She leaned back down and fucked me with her breasts. I shivered; the feeling was overwhelming. But, I didn’t cum, it felt like I orgasmed, but nothing came out. My dick stayed rock hard.

Victoria seemed shocked, almost disappointed I hadn’t cum. She sat up and slid me inside her hot cunt. She rode me, circling her hips, working me deep inside her. I rolled her over on the bed, now with me on top. I kissed her neck and made my way down to her breasts, and finally to her clit.

“You don’t have to do that.” She patted my head.

“Just let him do it, he likes it.” Jen bit her lip watching us. She was right, I loved eating pussy, I loved the feel of a hard clit on my tongue. I worked her sister with my mouth, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm. My tongue flicked over her clit, making her cry out and grind against my mouth. I lapped at her hungrily, savoring her sweet taste as her moans grew louder.

She was sighing, squirming, and grabbing my hair. I sat up and plunged my dick inside her quivering pussy.

“Jesus! Fuck!” Victoria whaled as I worked my dick with my hips. I cupped her breasts together, kissing and sucking her nipples.

“Yes.. Yes… suck my tits!” She was creaming. “Why does this feel so good! What are you doing to me?” She snorted.

“This is what I’ve been telling you, Steve,” Jen rubbed my back. “Your little dick. It’s like it’s made to hit the G-spot, the length, the curve at the end, the way your head seems to find it every single time.” She mused. “Believe me, size doesn’t always matter.” She smiled at me, working her sister into a frenzy beneath me.

“Pound me, Steve, pound me with your little pinky dick!” She cussed. I stopped swirling and started pounding. I hit her G-spot hard, fast, and as deep as I could.

“God DAMN!” She wrapped her shaking legs around me, pulling me deep as her orgasm crashed. Her pussy clamps down around me in waves of pleasure.

I rolled off, and we all three cuddled together, they were taking turns playing with dick, my balls, my nipples. Kissing me, licking me, caressing me all over. My dick was iron. I don’t know what was in those pills, and I am certain they can’t be good for my heart, but they did the job. Normally, I’d have cum a long time ago.

“How do you want this to go?” Jen asked sincerely. “What do you want?”

“Tell me what happened, tell me about it.” And she knew what I wanted.

“Steve…” She paused, “They were huge… all of them. Such big, fat cocks.” She told me.

“That firefighter guy was the first cock I touched other than James’ in years,” Victoria added. “James isn’t small, a solid six, six and a half inches. But these guys… they’re a different species.” She smiled.

Jen nodded in approval at her sister. “I couldn’t help myself, I was lost in lust as soon as that first guy ripped off his thong. I didn’t think it would be like that. I honestly thought they wouldn’t get so close, or touch us so much.”

“What did it feel like?” I asked.

“Like nothing I’d felt before, not like your little mushroom at all.” She smiled.

“I was called up on stage. They sat me in a chair, and he started dancing for me—this Viking-themed routine. His body was glistening, every muscle rippling as he moved. And then… he took it all off.”

I could feel Victoria’s fingers sliding up and down my short shaft as Jen described the scene.

“His cock… god, it was huge. It swung between his legs, heavy and thick. He came up behind me and draped it over my shoulder, the weight of it pressing into my skin.”

I groaned, my chest fluttering as my wife’s words painted the vivid image in my mind. “Did… did he touch you?”

Jen laughed softly, her breath warm against his ear. “Oh, he did more than touch me. He pulled the straps of my dress down. I was topless on stage in front of everyone. Then he laid me down on the stage, told me to hold my breasts together. Then he mounted me, his cock sliding between my boobies.”

“Fuck!” I whimpered, my body trembling as Claire and Victoria teased my throbbing mushroom.

“All our friends were watching,” She continued, her voice taking on a husky edge. “They were cheering me on as he fucked my tits. His cock was so thick, Steve, it stretched my breasts apart, the head poking out while he thrust between them. I could feel the heat of him, the way it pulsed against my skin.”

“He wasn’t done. He moved between my legs, Steve. He hiked my dress up,” Jen said, her voice low. “And then…” She paused, her fingers slipping inside her cunt as she spoke. “…he slid that massive cock inside…” She stopped for several seconds, allowing my mind to fill in the blank.

“He fucked you?”

“God no, Steve.” She laughed. “He just slipped it under my dress, over my panties, and he simulated humping me. His huge cock sliding against my body, my dress is so thin, you could see the ridge of his head as he thrusted. He started slow, and I could feel his massive dick against my clit. He placed my hand on top of his dick. With each stroke, he was rubbing me, rubbing my soaking pussy, his giant balls dangling between my legs, slapping into me.”

My wife leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. “I came.”

“Steve, did you hear me? I came.” She whispered.

“I came so hard,” Her voice filled with wicked amusement. “Right there on stage, in front of everyone. I couldn’t hide it. My body just gave in, and I came just from feeling his cock on me.”

“And yours… is so much smaller,” Claire cimed in, “I want to feel it.” She climbed over Victoria, throwing herself on top of me, and slowly lowered herself, taking my hard little penis inside her.

“Oh!” She chirped with a high-pitched voice. “That’s nice! So, hard.” She huffed as she came to rest. Claire was fucking me, grinding on me, her clit rubbing and pressing on my pubic bone, my little penis stirring her insides, caressing her just right. Claire is cute, with a tiny ass and smaller breasts, but sensual in her way. I snorted as my wife leaned in, taking Claire’s tit in her mouth and reaching between us, massaging her clit.

“My GOD!” Claire bleated and kissed Jen, sucking her tongue and nibbling her lip. My dick was pulsating, and I wondered if she could feel it. It was like a vibrator attached to my dick. I was about to have an orgasm and wondered how long it would go on like this.

“Fuck me, Claire, fuck me!” She worked her hips harder and faster, riding me, her thin stomach tightening with every thrust. She kept going; she was so close, she was desperate for release. She flung herself forward, her nails embedded in my arms. She growled and coughed, but no words were said as she came riding my little pecker.

“You poor balls,” Jen laughed, seeing that I still hadn’t cum. “Maybe we just need to slow it down.” Jen positioned herself against the headboard and called me over, lying between her legs, my head resting on her chest. She held her phone out in front of us and scrolled through the pictures.

“Babe!” I exclaimed, there must’ve been 40 pictures and several videos from the evening. As she scrolled through the pictures, she told me what was happening, how it made her feel, how massive these dicks were. Picture after picture of our friends handling, sucking, kissing these dicks.

As she shared the experience, Claire and Victoria slowly played with dick, sucking it, and feeling both their tongues on it at the same time. They kept the pace slow, a low simmer bubbling inside me.

I looked down at my dick.

“Jesus, Jen. I am huge!” She smiled and told me she had never seen it so big.

“Measure it! Please, measure it!” I begged. She grabbed a tape measure from her drawer, one she kept there for our sexual fantasies. She handed it to her sister, who measured me.

“Oh, Steve! You little guy is straining to four and a quarter inches,” She smiled.

“My God, Baby!” Jen hugged me from behind. “Just an inch shy of the small side of average.” She laughed, knowing I’d love it.

“I want to fuck you with it, let me fuck you with my big dick!” I flipped over, pulled Jen down the bed. I was an animal, I picked her up, tossing her legs over my left shoulder, and stuck it in her. I held her legs and drilled her, using her as a fuck toy, no longer caring if she liked it or not. My balls slapped against her as I humped her.

“Oh, Baby, you feel so big!” She teased.

“Careful, Steve, you don’t want to ram that big boy into her cervix.” Victoria cackled.

“You’re splitting her open, Steve. Keep going.” Claire added.

“Cum for me. Cum for me. Cum for me!” Jen chanted. “Cum in me, cum on me! Cum Steve, Cum!”

“I am there. I am there. I am going to cum!” It was like lightning hitting me, stars exploding in my eyes. I was cumming.

“JESUS!” I bellowed, driving deep inside her, pumping my hot load over and over again; it felt like it would never end. I slipped out, dropped Jen’s legs, and pumped my dick in my hand as I came again and again all over her legs and hip.

“Fuck, Baby! That’s so much cum!” She laughed. I dropped beside her and closed my eyes.

Next thing I know, it’s morning. Victoria and Claire had gone home, and Jen was still beside me, her eyes meeting mine as I looked over at her.

“Morning.” She smiled.

“Morning.”

“So… who do you want me to bring over tonight?” Over the next two weeks, I fucked through 14 of our friends, many of whom are my friend’s wives.

I may have still been the punchline of several jokes. But, the laugh was on them… I’d cucked them, the man with the smallest dick in the room.

 

The End.

 

 

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