The Ungrateful Wife

The Ungrateful Wife

Chapter 2 -- Curiosity Killed the Cat

Ironically it was my husband who first drew my attention to the fact that Richard had a really big dick. In a way you could say this was all partly his fault. Honestly I could have gone my whole life not having known that little detail, but once the cat was out of the bag well...you know what they say about cats and curiosity.

As I said in the beginning, I never thought we would actually be there in Minnesota the following summer. It was as if all the stars magically aligned to somehow drop Richard's big ol' dick in my proverbial lap...or at close to it. I never went chasing it. At least from MY perspective.

My husband had been super busy at his new job most of the year but come summer, things had finally slowed down and he was ready for a needed vacation. Out of no where Guen emailed us and a few mutual friends in a group email asking how things were going and wondering if we still planned to come out for a visit before summer ends. In a flurry of emails that took place in less than 48 hours, my husband and I, our friend Anna and our friend Tara all had flights booked for Minnesota and two weeks later we were getting picked up at the airport by a very grumpy Richard (minus Guen).

The four of us sat in awkward silence after a brief exchange of pleasantries and at least for my husband and I, we wondered if perhaps we weren't as welcome as we had thought. Eventually, however, Richard opened up on the two-hour drive to the lake cabin and let the flood gates wide open.

"I'm sorry for my bad mood, guys" he began after twenty minutes of silence. "Guen and I have been fighting all weekend and I didn't get any sleep last night. It really is great to see you guys and, don't worry, things will be fine at the cabin. Guen is excited to see you all."

"I'm so sorry to hear that," I was the first time say. "I hope everything is ok.".

And that's when Richard over-shared the nature of their argument.

"Guen just accused me of cheating on her with my ex," he grumbled. "She thinks that just because I said something nice about my ex for once that I have some sort of feelings for her still. I can't stand my ex and she should know that, but she's so insecure. Frankly, I'm sick of it. I've had a really hard time with being accused of cheating.". He paused momentarily before adding. "But we'll get over it. We always do "

As promised, things were just fine once we reached the cabin. Richard's mood continually improved as we got closer and closer and Guen was, as advertised, very happy to see us, doling our warm and squishy hugs all around and giving us all a tour of the two story cabin which was less a cabin than a fully functional large two story home. Anna and Tara agreed to share a room on the second floor with an overlook balcony over the spacious family room on the main floor and Jason and I chose the room directly across from Richard and Guen's room down on ground level.

Richard seemingly couldn't wait to show us all the cool lake-house toys he and Guen both shared. There was a basement full of water skis, inner tubes, inflatable water toys for children neither of them had, fishing tackle galore and a four wheel ATV that, while a little old, looked like it had been ridden hard and still would be fun as hell.

The "cabin" itself was located on a small green hill overlooking a massive private lake. From the big ceiling to floor picture windows of the family room Richard pointed out we could see a well-manicured walking path that cut through some dense foliage down to their large private dock. From our vantage point at the cabin we could see a large silver pontoon boat with blue leather or vinyl padded seats. Beside it, just out of view, he informed us, was his new high-speed fishing boat. Richard promised we'd all get a chance to go out on the speedboat and do some water skiing or tubing on the lake as soon as we were ready.

Without waiting for us to completely settle in, Richard insisted we get into our shorts and swimming suits and go take a dive into the lake. Next thing we knew Richard was gone and Anna and Tara went upstairs to settle in to their room.

I don't remember how much time passed but at some point my husband and I ended up sitting on the couch in the family room enjoying the view out the front windows as it started to approach dusk. The sunset was beautiful and the cabin / house was way beyond what we had expected. I thought the vacation already couldn't get much better. Holy shit was I so wrong.

Richard came in sometime later dripping wet from his dive into lake and chided everyone on not having come down and taking the opportunity yet. As he stood in the family room shirtless wearing only a pair of boat trunks Guen scolded him about getting water all over the house to which Richard simply dismissed it as not a big deal and stood there asking who wanted to go for a boat ride.

I was one of the first to respond. I was extremely excited to be on a speedboat and enjoy the water very much. As Richard called upstairs to the girls to see if they wanted to go I felt my husband tapped me on the leg discreetly.

I turn to him wondering what was the deal and saw a strange expression on his face..

"Do you see what I see?" my husband whispered inaudibly as we sat side by side on the couch together.

I answered only with my eyes, a quizzical look that conveyed that I had no idea what he was talking about.

As Richard confirmed for the girls upstairs that the water in the lake was indeed a little brisk, but that it would feel great and they would get used to it soon enough, My husband's eyes darted to the right two or three times as if trying to draw my attention to Richard.

I casually took a look at Richard standing there dripping wet, noting of course that it was the first time I'd seen Richard without a shirt on. He was a bit on the scawny side to be honest. Not much muscle despite having a manual labor job and liking to work with his hands. He had the typical high school stoner thing going. Long hair and a bit on the too-thin side like he hardly ever ate. My husband, by contrast was chubby if not fat and was starting to bald in his middle age. But for the life of my I couldn't immediately see what it is my husband was freaking out about until suddenly, it jumped out at me bigger than shit and I couldn't believe I had missed it the first time.

Two things were immediately obvious now. One, Richard wasn't wearing any underwear under his boat shorts as evidenced by the fact that we could both clearly see without much room for imagination, the clear and distinct outline of his large flaccid cock as his wet shorts vacuum sealed around his package making it stand out like a sore thumb. His shorts clung so tightly that I could literally make out the distinct definition of his entire cock, big rounded head and all and could tell he was clearly circumcised. Secondly, if the lake water was cold, Richard certainly wasn't showing any signs of it.

Later on in the privacy of our room my husband and I got into a small argument about whether or not Richard knew what he was putting on display.

"There's no way in hell Richard didn't know what he was doing," my husband argued. "He was standing like a peacock with his hands on his hips and everything. He CLEARLY wanted to make sure you saw it or at least wanted SOMEONE to notice."

I countered that that idea was ridiculous. None of us had ever even remotely flirted with each other and there had been no inappropriate conversation between anyone, myself and Richard included. Secondly, despite their recent argument or fight or whatever, Richard and Guen seem to be very much in love. And besides, I couldn't help think that with Guen's family money that Richard had done pretty well for himself as a stoner kid from the bad side of the tracks. Even if he wasn't in love with his wife, I'd be hard-pressed to believe he would risk all his fancy and expensive toys just to show off to a couple of friends from clear across the country.

As the week continued however, I had to admit that even I had to go back and reflected on that moment and wonder if perhaps my husband was right all along. After further reflection, I'm beginning to believe that maybe Richard DID indeed want to show off a little and let ME know what he was packing. I still don't believe he intended anything to go the way it did with me, but perhaps there's a part of him that just enjoys showing off. After all, the man clearly enjoys performing in front of cameras and being the center of attention, but that's getting a little ahead of myself.

The worst part of it all however, was that after that moment I was never fully able to look away when hanging out with our friendly hosts. I spent most of that week trying to steal glances and make best guesses at where Richard's equipment was hanging now in whatever particular situation we found ourselves in. Unfortunately, my husband was all too aware of where my eyes were going and the little green monster of jealousy began to creep in causing some tense moments that fortunately seemed to go unnoticed by either of our friends and or Richard and Guen.

To be fair, not only had it been my husband that pointed out Richard's impressive size in the first place, but we had actually had a history of my husband trying to get me to show interest in big dick ever since we were married. My husband, being a man of average size or perhaps even a little under, had somehow developed a fascination about great big dick. When I had admitted to him that a few of my partners before him had been on the rather large side, my husband became fascinated and frequently wanted me to go into detail about my sex life with other, substantially bigger, partners.

If you remember, near the beginning I told you that my husband opened up to me romantically in a very strange and peculiar way. I guess now is as good a time as ever to explain a little about that moment. Earlier in our relationship, when it realized that my husband had size issues and felt a little inferior, he suggested that he would love to watch me with a man who could do things to me that he couldn't do.

Somehow, in the first year of our marriage, he convinced me that it would be fun for me to find a large, very well-endowed man online and let him photograph us in a little homemade porno for him that he could watch over and over and fantasy about.

I was reluctant at first. Honestly. But when our own sex life seemed nearly non-existent and when our sex life only really amped up when we talking about me getting fucked by a really big man, I eventually caved and agreed to give it a try. What could it hurt, right?

Oddly enough it was the very same night that my husband filmed me with some relatively random, big-dick stranger I met online named Joe, that he and I truly made love for the first time. I guess something about seeing his wife getting plowed on his couch by a fat eight inch cock made him come to the conclusion that he didn't want to lose me. Trust me, I don't fully get it either but that's why I can say with certainty that although my husband was a little jealous at first and not entirely aware Richard and I had crossed "that line" a few times that summer, he eventually found out, and he came to love it.

LOVE it!