My husband, sadly for him, is not blessed with a big cock. He measures in at just above 4 inches erect. It would be fair to call it small. I certainly have, many times in fact. I remind him of it quite often because he loves to hear it. He revels in his inadequacies. They are a source of intense arousal for him and I love him, so I happily tell him the truth.
That’s what makes it so much fun, to be honest. His cock is small. His cock doesn’t do much for me when it’s inside me. If he was thicker it would help, but he’s fairly average in that department too.
I’d had sex with a few guys before I met him, but they were all in the average range when it came to cock size. At least he doesn’t have a micro penis. What are you supposed to do with one of those? I was madly in love with my husband just a few months into dating him and there was no question I wanted to marry him. I have no regrets about that decision, either, especially since I started cuckolding him.
That’s where the big cock comes in. Right around our five year anniversary my hubby brought home a rather large dildo and said he wanted to use it on me. He said it with such confidence and with a lusty twinkle in his eyes that I couldn’t say no. I figured it would do little to nothing for me, but I was wrong. It turns out that being relatively inexperienced and sheltered when it came to sex meant that I was missing out.
He got between my legs and used his fingers and tongue on me first to make sure I was nice wet. He spread lube over the dildo, which was at least twice as thick as his cock, and slowly slid it inside me. I wasn’t expecting much, but the difference was immediate and incredible. It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before. The thickness made such a difference, and to have it push so deep inside me was literally breathtaking.
I wasn’t shy about expressing my delight, either. I let loose a throaty, loud moan and told him to fuck me deeper. It wasn’t long before he was pounding my pussy with the toy and an incredible, overpowering orgasm ripped through my body. I actually squirted a little bit because the whole thing was so overwhelming.
After recovering from my climax I opened my eyes and looked down to find a crazy grin on my husband’s face. He was delighted with himself for making me cum with that big rubber cock. It was in that moment that he introduced the idea of cuckolding.
Fresh from the bliss of a monstrous orgasm, I was intrigued, but it was months before I had another man inside me. Despite my husband’s enthusiasm, I was hesitant, mostly because fucking a real person is significantly different than my husband pushing a big dildo inside me.
We got there though. We ended up on a swinger’s site, searching through the single guys and the paired men that were willing to play with couples. I decided I wanted my husband to watch, which made it more complicated. It turns out lots of guys are unwilling to play if there’s another man in the room (plus, I’d read plenty of accounts of guys being unable to perform in the moment if the husband is there watching).
At first it felt awkward asking guys for proof of their cock size. I felt kind of slutty, too, though not in a bad way. I should say that I’ve never disliked sex with my husband. It’s always been lovely to feel his body on top of mind or to grind on him and bring myself to orgasm through relentless clit stimulation. There are lots of women married to guys with small dicks, after all, and they have plenty of sex.
There is a difference when you’re getting fucked by a big cock, though, something I now know from experience. Our first such experience came with a man named Brad. He claimed to have a 9 inch cock and was willing to send a picture proving it (his cock next to a ruler, which was quite an efficient way of doing it) the same day.
It was his straightforward, confident manner of communication that intrigued me. We’d received so many messages from guys that couldn’t be bothered to put in any effort (tip for the guys out there: When your message consists entirely of “hey” you’re not going to hear back from anyone) and others that seemed to have some sort of social disorder or were clearly just fantasizing losers that wanted a quick and dirty story about the things I’d do to them. I know this is shocking to all of you, but the internet can be a real wasteland of assholes.
Brad wasn’t an asshole though. We exchanged messages over the course of a week and he seemed perfectly normal and experienced in this particular form of pleasure, so we agreed to meet in person. It was a simple coffee meeting. It was really just to make sure he wasn’t crazy or sending us pictures from two decades ago (face pictures, that is, since I didn’t check his dick in the coffee shop).
We made a date at the local hotel for the next weekend, and just like that I was ready to cuckold my husband with a 9 inch cock. I spent the week exchanging naughty texts with Brad and he wasn’t shy about sending me pics, which I was actually thrilled to receive. With each new image of his erect dick that came to my phone I got a little more excited about having it inside me.
We checked into the hotel and I texted Brad the room number before changing into the black lace bodysuit and stockings he wanted to see me in. We’d agreed ahead of time that my husband would simply watch for the first time and that we could discuss expanding his role if we met for future encounters.
When Brad arrived I answered the door in my lingerie and stood in the doorway so he could admire my body. He took his time, staring me up and down without any concern that someone might walk by and see me standing there with my husband sitting in the background.
He stepped into the room, closed the door behind him, and walked towards the bed with his strong hand on my lace-clad ass. It sent a shiver of delight up my spine and I could already feel a hint of warmth and wetness growing between my legs.
He was tall and handsome and I felt more attracted to him than I’d expected, perhaps because a week of teasing via text had left me in a state of desperate desire. The kisses we shared were electric and I moaned into his mouth as his hands moved over my body. It felt like I was his in that moment, like he had taken possession of me when he stepped into the room.
It wasn’t until I heard my husband unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants that I remembered he was in the room. Feeling a bit naughty, I looked over at him as I reached for Brad’s pants and undid the belt and zipper. As they dropped to the floor I looked back and saw the incredible, mouth-watering bulge of his big cock.
Finally, I was going to experience a man with the length and girth I craved. Looking into Brad’s eyes, I dropped to my knees and slipped my fingers into the waistband of his briefs. Tugging gently, I pulled them down and couldn’t help but smile as his cock popped free. I bit my lip as I felt a sense of genuine joy come over me.
It’s hard to explain just how lusty I felt in that moment, but for any women that haven’t yet had the pleasure of being with a well-endowed man, I highly recommend it. My lips parted and wrapped around the thick crown of his cock as my tongue ran gently along the underside. He groaned quietly and his fingers gently ran through my hair, applying the slightest bit of pressure to urge his dick deeper.
I gave an eager, wet blowjob to the biggest cock that had ever been in my mouth. I played with his heavy balls with one hand, stroked him with the other, and sucked eagerly on the head of his dick while alternating between looking up at him and closing my eyes.
I’ve always been fairly neutral on blowjobs. I don’t dislike giving them, but I never feel particularly inspired to have my husband in my mouth. This felt different. Maybe it was because it was the first time I’d ever sucked a big dick, or maybe it was because Brad had a dominant quality that my husband lacks, but I was genuinely turned on while he was in my mouth. I was on my knees sucking a big cock and it was making me wet, which had most definitely never happened before.
Wordlessly Brad pulled me to my feet and with surprising ease unsnapped the bodysuit at the crotch and freed my pussy, which I’d shaved that afternoon. His fingers rubbed gently over my swollen labia and pressed between them to find the intense wetness that had built up. Using my juices as lubrication, he expertly rubbed my clit and immediately I went weak in the knees.
He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him as we kissed. Again I felt like I was his possession, his plaything to do with as he pleased, and I loved it. It felt exactly as I’d hoped being with a new man would.
After putting me on my back in bed Brad stripped off the rest of his clothes and unwrapped a condom. Watching him stretch it around his cock was oddly arousing and when he crawled on top of me to kiss I felt his thickness rub against my thighs and come to rest at the entrance to my pussy. He gently pressed it against my opening and rubbed it between my labia, picking up the lubrication of my lusty juices.
Balanced on his elbows and looking into my eyes, Brad reached between our legs and guided his cock inside me. Despite my desire, he sensed a hint of apprehension on my part and went as slowly as possible. But as it was with the dildo, it felt incredible. There was no need to worry. I was wet enough to take him with ease and as he pushed inside me I closed my eyes, arched my back, and groaned at that blissful feeling of fullness that overtook me.
As Brad’s cock bottomed out inside me he shifted his body so our lips were lined up and we shared a tender, deep kiss that sparked an intense desire in me to be fucked. I urged him to do so by wrapping my legs around his and soon he was pushing in and out of me.
The experience of being fucked by my first big cock was intensely pleasurable. With every thrust it felt like I was on the edge of orgasm and I ended up climaxing a handful of times before the night was over. I was completely lost in the joy of having someone of such size inside me. I writhed beneath him, wrapped my arms and legs around him, and urged Brad to fuck me harder.
Sex with my husband was always lovely, but it had never felt as good as having Brad’s big cock inside me. Size really did matter that night. Riding him was fantastically hot too as he seemed to reach even deeper places inside me. I started out grinding sensually, but I wanted to feel that pussy stretching pleasure and was soon bouncing furiously on him to get every inch in me over and over.
Brad wanted to fuck me doggystyle and suggested I face my husband as he did. I knew that would excite the new cuckold and was happy to get on my hands and knees and look into his sweet eyes as I was taken by another man.
He was masturbating furiously as Brad fucked me and I let him know exactly how good it felt to have a big cock pounding my pussy. That’s what made him cum. I watched a surprisingly big load shoot from his cock and up into the air before landing on the carpet and it wasn’t long after I had my final orgasm of the night, spurred on in part by seeing my husband enjoy his cuckolding so much.
Brad’s orgasm came as he fucked me from behind. He buried his cock inside me, announced he was cumming, and held his position as he spurted over and over into the condom. It was shockingly full when he pulled out and slipped into the bathroom to clean up.
I joined my husband on the couch and we shared some of the most passionate kisses of our marriage. It was odd to feel so connected to him right after fucking someone else, but I did. There’s no question that cuckolding him has enhanced our marriage in ways I couldn’t have imagined, and it all began in the most beautiful way possible that night.