Penis size is important

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Regarding the question of whether penis size is important in sex, men generally say that size isn't the issue; the key is knowing how to maximize the potential of your "tool." I think they might be right, but I've always believed that only women can give the most reliable answer to this question. Personally, I think size may not be the issue, but a large size is certainly fascinating to women.
Penis size has never been a big problem for me. I've never been dissatisfied with my size, and no girl I've slept with has ever mocked me or refused to continue a relationship with me because of it.
Based on what I've seen in the locker room, many men who boast about their large sizes are just bragging, so I have no reason to overcomplicate things. I think my size is about average.
Why all this talk about size? It's because recently my wife, Meredith, suddenly discovered that there are many men in the world with exceptionally large penises, and this fascinates her. I discovered this question one night when we were getting ready for bed. My wife was leaning against me, putting a condom on my penis, and asked, "Honey, how big is your little thing?"
For the seven years we've been married, Meredith has always referred to my genitals as "penis," "flesh," or "penis," never calling it "little thing." She also calls her vagina "honey pot" and her breasts "nipples." Aside from using such elegant terms to name her genitals, she's anything but reserved in bed; she's practically a ravenous sex animal.
Now, her sudden question struck me as odd. "Why are you asking this?"
I asked.
She blushed and said apologetically, "I saw Mike's little thing at the party last night, and his looked much bigger than yours."
Indeed, I'd seen Mike's penis in the team's locker room at the sports center; it was definitely much bigger than mine.
Meredith continued, "I told Amy about this, and she laughed at me for being naive. She said if I thought Mike's was big, I should go see Stan's—that's what you call big."
Amy was Mike's wife. What Meredith told me made me think about the relationship between Meredith, Mike, Stan, and Amy.
When they got married, Meredith said I was the only man she'd ever slept with. I was rather skeptical of that, because for a woman as alluring and beautiful as Meredith, with her voluptuous figure, to be 23 and still not have slept with any man seemed like a fantasy.
However, before dating Meredith, I'd slept with many girls, so I had no right or need to question whether she was a virgin. Since she so solemnly told me I was her only man, I decided to believe her for now. Now, when she naively talked about the size of a man's penis, it made me wonder—just maybe—maybe I really really was her first man.
But why did Meryl Streep want to see Mike's penis? Why did Mike let my wife see his penis? And another question is, how did Amy know the size of Stan's penis? I never thought Amy was the kind of girl who would betray her husband, so what about Stan? I know Stan is a straightforward person, would he cheat on Amy? What's going on here, and can I find the answers?
"How did you see Mike's penis at the party (she calls it 'little thing,' which I don't like)?"
I asked.
Meredith blushed again. She said, "I saw it by accident. He was using the upstairs toilet, but he hadn't locked the door. I also needed to use the toilet, and when I pushed the door open, I saw him holding his little thing and peeing."
"Oh, so he didn't let you see it on his own?"
"Yeah, more or less."
"What do you mean?" "
When I opened the door, he saw it was me, smiled, vigorously moved his little thing a few times, then let go, letting it dangle there."
"Oh, so you immediately left him and went to tell Amy about it?"
"Well, not entirely."
"What do you mean by 'not entirely'?"
"He just stood there, smiling at me, and his little thing started to get hard, and..."
"And what?"
Meredith looked down at the floor, murmuring softly, "My eyes couldn't leave his little thing; it kept getting bigger and bigger, and then he asked if I wanted to touch it..."
Her voice trailed off, becoming barely audible.
I remained silent, motionless, waiting for her to continue. Meredith avoided eye contact, and finally said, "I didn't touch it, really, I didn't."
I believed her, but I asked again, "But you wanted to touch it, didn't you?"
She didn't answer, so I pressed on, "Really?"
Meredith sighed and said in a barely audible voice, "Yes, yes, I wanted to touch it."
For some reason, the thought of Meredith looking at, and even wanting to touch, Mike's penis gave me an erection. "Do you want to fuck him?"
I continued.
She raised her head and said firmly, "No! You know I wouldn't do that."
I could tell that although her tone was resolute, she was still a little hesitant. I stopped talking, pushed her onto the bed, and thrust into her hard. I was surprised to find my penis much harder than usual, and my ejaculation was much more forceful.
It was strange. Meredith and Mike hadn't actually done anything, but those lewd images lingered in my mind for a long time. Moreover, I saw Mike at the sports center at least three times a week, and every time after seeing him, I would go home and have sex with Meredith frantically.
Two months later, I accidentally discovered that I wasn't the only one who couldn't forget Mike and his big penis. It was Tuesday afternoon, and I was on my way to the airport for a two-day business trip. Five minutes after leaving home, I suddenly remembered I'd left some things on my desk in my study—essential documents for my business negotiations. I had no choice but to turn around and drive back home to retrieve them.
Just as I reached the street corner not far from my house, I saw Meredith drive out of her house.
Just moments before, as I was leaving, she had told me to stay home and read in front of the cozy fireplace. Had something happened? Or was she lying to me?
Curious, I followed her in my car. Ten minutes later, she parked in front of Mike and Amy's house. After getting out of the car, she went straight into the house without knocking or ringing the doorbell. It seemed like a simple visit to a friend's house, but I felt something was off. Since I had to catch my flight, I couldn't investigate further for the time being. I turned the car around, hurried home to grab my things, and rushed to the airport.
Two days later, I finished my business trip and was waiting to board my flight home at the airport. Suddenly, on a whim, I called Meredith using a payphone, telling her I had some things to take care of and would need to stay another day. She told me to take care of myself and said she loved me, etc. I replied that I loved her too, gave her a flying kiss, hung up, and boarded my flight.
After landing, I got my car from the airport parking lot and drove straight to Mike and Amy's house.
As I expected, Meredith's car was there. I turned around and parked in a relatively secluded spot where I could clearly see the house. I didn't know what I was expecting, but my intuition told me I should stay there and observe.
About 20 minutes later, I saw another car pull up in front of Mike and Amy's house, and Stan got out and went straight into the house. I waited until around midnight, but no one else entered the house. I felt extremely tired and dozed off for a while. I woke up around 4 a.m. Stan's car was already gone, but Meredith's car was still parked outside.
What should I do? Go home or wait for Meredith here? Or get a hotel room and go home at the time I mentioned on the phone? After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to go home first. I had to get to the bottom of this. I drove home and parked in a secluded spot not far from my house, so Meredith would think I wasn't home yet. Then I went inside.
I was in my study working on some documents from this business trip when I heard the garage door open.
I checked my watch; it was already 8:30 a.m. I put down what I was doing, quickly ran upstairs, and sat on the bed waiting for Meredith. I wanted to see how she would explain herself.
Five minutes later, Meredith came into the bedroom, saw me sitting on the bed, and froze. Her face turned deathly pale.
"Okay, tell me honestly, where have you been since I got home at 5:45 pm yesterday? What have you been doing?"
I asked calmly.
Her chin trembled, and she couldn't utter a word.
"Don't want to talk, huh? No problem, let me guess. I bet you've been in someone's bed all this time, fucking him, haven't you?"
I stood up and walked over to her, starting to undress her. Soon she was completely naked, because besides her skirt and high heels, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Maybe her bra and panties were at Mike and Amy's house, or maybe they were in her handbag. Meredith stood there motionless, tears streaming down her face.
"Let's look here again,"
I said, reaching between her legs and forcefully inserting my hand into her vagina.
"This is amazing! How can you be so loose, so wet, so incredibly wet here!"
I pulled my hand out; it was covered in a cloudy white liquid. "Look at this stuff!"
I held out my hand, smeared with semen and vaginal fluid, to her and asked.
Meredith's tears flowed even more. She turned away from me and collapsed onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
When I decided to go home and wait for Meredith to confront her, I hadn't figured out how to handle this situation. Now, seeing her sobbing on the bed, I suddenly felt incredibly angry. My burning rage made my penis as hard as iron. I quickly stripped off my clothes, my mind filled with images of Meredith being raped by Mike and Stan. I walked to the bed, grabbed her buttocks, and made her kneel on the bed. Then I thrust my hard penis directly into her vagina.
The vagina was so slippery that there was no resistance at all, which didn't surprise me at all. After thrusting for a while, once my penis was fully wet, I pulled it out and placed the head against her anus. Meredith knew what I was about to do, and she screamed in terror, "No! No! Please don't do that to me!"
I said, "Shut your filthy mouth, you unfaithful slut!"
Then I thrust hard, shoving my thick, hard cock into her tight anus.
She cried out, "Oh, it hurts! For God's sake, don't do this to me, you're hurting me."
I laughed—an evil laugh, not a happy one—and said, "Great! Just take it, you slut! Think about how much you've hurt me by doing those things behind my back!"
When I used to have anal sex with Meredith, I would do a lot of preparation beforehand. I would massage and widen her anus for a long time with my thumb and forefinger, and apply a lot of lubricant before slowly entering. She would constantly change from "Gently, gently, gently" to "Okay, oh, that feels good, okay, again."
But today I didn't have that patience. Without any foreplay or massage, I forced myself on her and immediately started thrusting vigorously.
Five minutes later, amidst her cries and pleas for mercy, I ejaculated inside her rectum. Then I withdrew my penis and left the bedroom. I took a shower and changed my clothes. When I left home for the company, Meredith was still lying on the bed, sobbing.
That evening, when I got home from work, I saw dinner was ready and set on the kitchen table, but Meredith wasn't there. I knew she was home because her car was still in the garage, so I started looking for her.
When I got upstairs to the bedroom door, I found it locked from the inside. I knocked and called Meredith's name, asking her to open the door. After several calls, there was no response. I was furious and angrily kicked the door open.
Meredith was sitting quietly on the bed reading a book, not even looking up when she heard me come in. I felt a bit annoyed and a little rude, so I mumbled an "sorry" and went downstairs to eat. After finishing my meal, I cleaned the kitchen, went to the living room, and turned on the TV.
Half an hour later, Meredith came in and sat down in a chair next to me. She had her head down, her eyes red and swollen from crying. I ignored her, thinking that if we needed to talk, she should be the one to start. However, when she spoke, she didn't reflect on her own actions but instead accused me.
"You said you loved me, but this morning you did something so hurtful to me!"
At first, I didn't know how to answer her, then I laughed and said, "And what about you? You told me you loved me, but behind my back you were having sex with Mike and Stan. Do you think I wouldn't be angry when I found out about your shameful deeds? I think raping your asshole is the lightest punishment for you."
Meredith was shocked when I mentioned Mike and Stan's names. She probably thought that although I had caught her having sex, I didn't know which man she had been with.
"What's wrong with you? Now you know your husband isn't as stupid as you think, right? You were probably trying to keep your secret all along, weren't you? You probably thought that after you angered me, I could just punish you a little and then forget you're an unfaithful slut, and we could go back to our old life, right? I'm sorry, ma'am, things are never as you imagine."
"If that's what you came into the living room with, then you can leave now. We have nothing to talk about. From now on, you can only sleep in the guest room. I won't allow you to sleep in my bed anymore. If you don't like sleeping in the guest room, then you can pack your bags and leave."
Meredith silently left the living room. I sat in front of the television, my mind a jumble of thoughts as I randomly flipped through channels.
It was a agonizing night. I'd flipped through 58 TV channels countless times, but still couldn't find anything to watch. I got up and went to my study, intending to browse the internet, but I still wasn't interested in anything. My mind was filled with Meredith, constantly thinking about how to handle our relationship and how to get out of this predicament.
I admit, her affair with Mike and Stan did excite me, but it also angered me because she had deceived me like that. I know it sounds strange, but that's just how contradictory I am—excited and angry at the same time.
At 10 p.m., I went upstairs to sleep and found that Meredith hadn't gone to the guest room. She was still lying in our bed, reading a book, clearly waiting for me. Seeing me walk in, she put down her book and said, "Okay, I admit my mistake. I shouldn't have done that, but I did. Even though it might hurt you, I still want to say that I'm glad I did it. I'm glad I experienced Mike, and, you're right, Stan too. I had the best time with them." "
If you hadn't found out, I probably would have continued dating them, at least until I lost interest. You might not believe it, but before experiencing those two men, I had no idea what true happiness was."
Hearing her words, I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows.
"Yes, I've always loved you very much, and you make me feel very happy in bed. However, you're the only man I've ever been with, and I want to experience what other men might have that makes a difference. You're always kind, passionate, loving, patient, and understanding. You always treat me with love and protect me." "
And Mike and Stan have nothing but their long dicks. In fact, I feel nothing but interest in their penises. To them, I'm just someone who can give their dicks some pleasure, nothing more. In short, except that you can't reach the deepest part of my vagina, you're much, much better than either of them, much better than the two of them tied together. I'm very sorry, but having sex with them makes me like you even more." With that
, she got off the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"To the guest room."
I reached out and grabbed her. "Don't go yet. Tell me again how you two started? Why did it start?"
"No, I won't tell you tonight. I'm about to cry again."
I pulled her back to bed and said, "If you're going to cry, you need a shoulder to cry on."
"Oh, God!"
she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. She cried herself to sleep in my arms.
The next morning, when I got up, Meredith had already made coffee. As soon as I walked into the kitchen, she asked if I could take the day off from work. "I need to sort this out. I need to know what you're going to do before I can decide what I'm going to do,"
she said.
"What do you mean, 'what I'm going to do' and 'what you're going to do'? What do you mean?"
"I want to know if I have to move out right away, or if you can give me some time to find a place before I move?"
Oh, that's a tough one to answer. I told her I hadn't considered kicking her out yet.
Although I didn't know how to handle this, separating from her wasn't on my agenda.
Meredith was very surprised. "You mean you want me to stay? We'll still live together?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, although it might be difficult, and I don't know if I can trust you again. From now on, whenever I'm away on business, I'll wonder what you'll be doing at home. But I love you so much, and I really don't want you to leave. I just want to know what happened?"
At that party, after coming out of the restroom, Meredith went straight to Amy. They were very good friends, and Meredith felt that, for the sake of friendship, she had to tell Amy what her husband had done to her.
However, after hearing Meredith's words, Amy laughed and said, "He's always so proud of his thing, and he'll show it off to everyone whenever he gets the chance. If he wants you to touch it, he probably thinks you're interested in it."
Amy's nonchalant attitude surprised Meredith, but what surprised her even more was Amy's continued, "If you think Mike's thing is alright, you should really take a look at Stan's. They're about the same length, but Stan's is much thicker." As
she spoke, she made a circular gesture with both hands and added, "It takes some getting used to something this big, but it's definitely worth a try."
Two days later, Amy called Meredith and asked her to come to her house. "I have some personal problems and I'd like to ask you for a favor,"
Amy said on the phone.
Meredith hung up and went to Amy's house. After they had a few drinks together, Meredith asked Amy what she needed help with. Amy stood up, refilled Meredith's glass, and then invited Meredith to her bedroom. When she arrived, Meredith was shocked to see Mike and Stan lying side by side on the bed, her hands stroking their thick, long penises.
"You see, that's my problem,"
Amy said, "I can't fuck both men at the same time, so, since you seem to really enjoy Mike's big thing, I'd like you to take care of Mike for me while I deal with Stan. Then, if you'd like, we can switch."
Meredith was fascinated by the two large penises. Having drunk quite a bit, her self-control was weakened, and under the influence of the lewd atmosphere and alcohol, she stumbled towards the two men.
Amy said from the side, "Come on, my beauty, you know what you want now."
She then gave her another push. Meredith collapsed onto the bed, and Mike grabbed her, pulling her close. Stan climbed on top of her, kissing her, while Amy whispered in her ear, "Come on, darling, you'll like it."
Mike quickly pulled down her pants, spread her legs, and licked her vulva. Amy unbuttoned her shirt and sucked on her nipples. Meredith suddenly felt incredibly excited. She opened her mouth and kissed Stan, swirling her tongue in his mouth. Stan, while kissing her, pushed her onto Mike.
When Meredith felt Mike's glans pressing against her labia, she suddenly seemed to realize something. She struggled to move away from Mike's penis, but Stan's kisses and Amy's sucking held her firmly in place, making it impossible for her to get up.
When Mike's huge penis entered her vagina, Meredith wanted to scream, but Stan held her lips tightly, silencing her completely. As Mike penetrated deeper, Meredith's previously untouched erogenous zones were stimulated, and she soon began to actively writhe her body in response to Mike's rape.
After she reached her first orgasm, Amy released Meredith's nipples, crawled over, and embraced Stan. They lay down beside Mike and Meredith, kissing and caressing each other, and soon began to have sex.
That day, the two men each had sex with Meredith twice. From then on, Meredith went to Amy's house two to three times a week, enduring the alternating rape of the two men.
When I was away on a business trip, it was the first time Meredith had spent the night at Amy's house, and also the first time Stan's wife, Carol, had participated in their illicit affair. Carol had never participated before because she had a lover whose penis was much larger than Stan's.
However, that week, the lover with the largest penis happened to be away on vacation with his wife and wouldn't be back for another week. Carol's lover wasn't there, so she had to join Amy and her friends' illicit affair. Carol's lover's wife also knew about her husband's affair with Carol, but she didn't care because she also had an affair with her boss.
I sat there, listening intently as Meredith recounted these extremely chaotic and lewd relationships within our circle of friends, feeling both shocked and incredibly aroused. Meredith also added that Amy had found two young men with whom she simultaneously dated and engaged in threesomes.
Amy had tried to persuade Meredith to go with her to play with those two boys, but Meredith firmly refused. She told me, "I admit I'm obsessed with Mike and Stan's big dicks, but I won't just go around having sex with any man because of that. After having sex with Mike and Stan, I feel terrible every time I face you. If I really become any man's slut, I really can't face you anymore."
As Meredith recounted the whole story to me, my penis remained hard and erect. I even recalled how Meredith felt the first time she talked about Mike's penis that night. I remember lying in the hotel bed, fantasizing about Meredith having sex with Mike and Stan while frantically masturbating. Needless to say, every detail she confessed to me made my blood boil and my penis rock hard.
"You mean, if you can find a way to face me comfortably, you can be any man's slut?"
I asked excitedly.
Meredith thought for a few minutes, then said, “No, I got everything I wanted from you. My only curiosity about Mike and Stan was about penis size. So, no, I won’t go looking for more penises behind your back.”
Suddenly, I noticed something: Meredith no longer referred to a man’s penis as “little thing,” and I didn’t know why she had changed her terminology.
Meredith finally finished her story, and I needed to think carefully about where we, as a couple, should start our lives again.
“Now?”
Meredith asked.
“I don’t know yet, but we’ll figure it out. When are you planning to see them again?”
“Friday, why?”
“If you don’t go, will they call you? I don’t know what you’ll tell them, but I don’t want them to know I know about you two. That way, it’ll be easier for me to face them, and it’ll be easier for them
to get along with me.” “Are you going to keep in touch with them?”
Meredith asked.
“I work with Stan, of course I’ll keep in touch. And whenever I go to the sports center, I’m bound to run into Mike. If I’m going to continue seeing them, I have to stay calm.”
With that, I stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"To work. You rest. I have a feeling you'll be in need tonight. I plan to come back with a hard cock."
That night I was exhausted. Melody, with a guilty conscience, desperately tried to please me, making me ejaculate and get hard again and again. And I, too, rushed home with a burning passion, because all day my mind was filled with every detail of her sex with Mike and Stan.
The next morning at 11:30, I looked out the office window and suddenly had an idea. I grabbed the phone and dialed my home number. When Meredith answered, I said to her, "What time are you going to Amy's?"
"Around 1 p.m., why?"
"Do you remember what you said? You said, 'If you hadn't found out, I probably would have continued dating them, at least until I got tired of it,' right?" "Yes
."
"Then go ahead, but be home by 10 p.m.."
After hanging up, I was thinking about how to get them to come to my house for some lewd fun, so I could hide in the closet and watch my wife being fucked by other men's big dicks.

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