"Harry, look at this."
I looked down at her phone and I saw an image of a woman holding two dicks. One was definitely smallish, probably below average despite seeming to be very hard. Like me.
The other was massive. Big, thick, hefty. By this one woman holding a dick in each hand, it was easy to see the comparison in size between this two dicks.
I looked up into her heavily-lidded, lust-filled eyes.
"There's more. Swipe left," she ordered me.
I did and I was now looking at yet another, obviously different woman, holding two different, but similarly different sized cocks. Again and again, each time I scrolled left, there would be yet another small cock in a different woman's hand with another comparatively large cock in her other one.
I kept going and going and the same thing over and over, until suddenly I came to one that was quite different.
In this one, a gorgeous, thin pale-skinned woman wearing a transparent laced body stocking was holding an average-sized erect white dick in her left and in her right hand she held this massive, long black cock. It was easily twice as thick and appeared to be almost three times as long as the white dick. A graphic on it said "neversatisfiedxo".
I looked up at my wife's face only to find her flushed and biting her lip. She was majorly aroused. She nodded back to the phone.
"Oh, you like that one too I see."
I nodded back as I returned my gaze to just as stark a comparison as I've ever seen.
Then, she leaned in a whispered in my ear, "Honey, was there any particular reason you picked my new friend to be black?"
(note: her "new friend" is how we'd recently begun referring to her dildo)
My mouth was completely dry. I couldn't answer her. It was absolutely an intentional choice I had made when I ordered it, one I immediately had regretted for fear it was a wrong one, something that might ruin the hoped for appreciation of the gift. But until now, that aspect of the toy had never been commented on.
"I honestly don't know," I replied. I was both admitting indirectly that I had made an intentional but that I couldn't explain why I made that choice.
Perhaps in desperation to avoid a topic that suddenly felt like the third rail in our sex talk, perhaps because it was a question that had been on the tip of my tongue since this exploration had begun, but I next uttered a question to her that was going to open a whole new, different can of worms.
"So how big was your biggest dick?"
Her face shot quickly away from looking at the photo on her phone to my face, searching my expression for I suspect some clue as to what was behind the sudden shift in topic.
"Do you really want the answer to that, Harry?"
I nodded.
Without answering, she took the phone and began shifting through the photos. She found the one she was looking for and handed me back her phone.
I was looking at yet another cock comparison photo. I later found out that these photos we had been looking at were all actually in her own photo gallery. She had saved them to her phone. They weren't just in some only gallery.
This new image (it wasn't one I had already looked at, which spoke to the sheer number of cock comparison images she had saved) showed yet again a woman holding two erect penises. It wasn't lost on me that the woman in the photo had a passing resemblance, mostly in body type and cute cheeks, to Maggie.
In her left hand was the noticeably smaller dick, similar in looks and size to my own. In her right hand, was this incomprehensibly thick that was easily twice as long as the other dick in the photo. It wasn't as long as the black cock in the last photo, but the girth on this thing was impressive.
"What? This one?"
She nodded, "Yeah, that's my best guess from my recollection."
"Jesus."
"Yeah," she replied, simply acknowledging my astonishment.
"Who was it?"
"What's that?" she asked. I couldn't tell if she was genuinely distracted by the photo or if she was stalling.
"Who was your lover with the cock like that one?" I said, using the visual she had provided and pointing to the big cock in the photo.
She swallowed hard.
"Babe, to answer that I'll have to tell a story about my past that I'm honestly ashamed about. So ashamed, it's one I truly believed I'd never tell you. I have so much trust and faith in you, in our love, I know I can tell it to you now. But understand it will alter some of the things we've been exploring."
"Wow. That's quite the buildup, Mags."