It was later that same night. We went to a dark place really fast and I think both of us, a little more clear headed, were thinking about what had been said.
Maggie was the first to break the silence.
"Harry, I don't really want to have sex with anyone else. You understand that, right?"
I looked at her. Did I know that?
"Y-yeah, Maggie. I know. I mean, it's a fantasy, right? Your head went somewhere when I was fucking you with the dildo. You imagined someone else was attached to that big cock. I kinda get it."
"Yeah. That's all. Feeling that shaft inside of me, bigger than you, just, inspired those thoughts."
There it was again. She plainly called out my smaller dick and instead of being upset or embarrassed, it enflamed me. But I said nothing.
Some more time of silence, just holding each other. Then something came into my mind and before I could stop myself, I was saying it.
"Mags... Before we were together, did you have lovers who were bigger than me?"
Silence. Then, she spoke.
"Yes."
"Do you like fucking big dicks?"
A few seconds of silence.
"Yes."
"Do you ever wish I had a bigger dick?"
Another pause.
"Yes."
I breathed softly.
"I know what you said earlier and I don't believe you want to have sex with another man. But, if it wasn't about feelings or emotion, or hurting me, do you want to fuck another big dick? A real one?"
