"So, how is this supposed to work?"
Days later, I had finally wrapped my head fully around the idea that I would be letting my wife have sex with a man with a bigger cock. The reality is we both wanted it. The lingering issue was my concern, fueled by Julia's comments to me.
"Well, we could do it two ways. The first is I could go out and find some guy with a big dick to fuck me. I'm not sure how long that might take. And it's always going to be a gamble that the guy actually has a big cock or just thinks it is big. The other option would be we do a search online, but that carries risks as well. The idea I've been leaning in to is if you have a friend whom you know to be well-endowed, we start playing with him. I think it's the best solution as it will be someone you would trust a bit more than a stranger, who might be more inclined to recognize the value of not disturbing our relationship, and who would be more accessible to us."
"Well, I guess you have given this a lot of thought. Might I inquire as to whether you already have someone in mind?"
"No. I honestly have no idea who might meet that criteria. Do YOU know which of your friends might be packing heat?" she asked with a teasing tone.
I thought for a moment. Normally I'd be quick to say I wasn't the type of guy who would be checking out other guys dicks. And for the vast majority of my life, this would have been a completely true statement. The truth was that since knowledge of my wife's desire for big cocks became unlocked, I have changed. I'd like to make the record very clear that I have zero homosexual inclinations whatsoever. I am just not into men. However, again since our sex life has become very focused on male size, I've found that I have become... focused on dicks in a way I never had before.
And, again being honest with myself and you the readers, the comparisons between my smaller dick (or dicks of similar size to mine) and larger appendages has gotten me aroused. I don't have any desires to be with a man or do anything to a man's penis, but the very thought of someone having a superior cock to mine and thinking about what that cock may do to my wife's pussy if given the opportunity was something that was beginning to dominate my mental thoughts daily.
All that being said, I knew the answer to Maggie's question instantly.
Stan was an older guy in my firm that I was pretty good friends with. He didn't live in our town but he frequently visited due to work he would need to do here. While here, I often invited him to join me as a guest at my country club for a round of golf. I wasn't super active, but I did get to golf at least a couple times a week, especially if Stan was in town. Stan had a slight gut that no manner of working out had ever quite erased. But other than that, he was quite fit, I guess reasonably good looking, and, as I had begun to notice recently, pretty well hung. This guy was a definite show'er. His big meat hung down his thigh and flopped around a bit as he would walk from the showers.
I knew Stan to be single as he was recently divorced. I should also clarify that he had kids almost as old as Maggie and I, that's how much older he was. But he treated me pretty much like an equal and was a good guy to hang out with. In their few times crossing paths, he and Maggie had exchanged in some very light flirting. Nothing that I would've thought concerning, so I know there could be interest on both sides. But I knew that opening this door might be dangerous. I mean, he was a work colleague and all.
I'm not going to lie- I was nervous as hell about this idea but I couldn't stop myself.
I knew that Stan would be heading into town for an extended project at work in a few weeks, so I called him up and invited him to stay at our place.
"Come on, Stan. You don't want to spend a whole week in some hotel when you could have home cooked meals and our company, do you? You can stay over the weekend and we can get in some golfing and whatever else we can get up to," I offered him.
"That does sound enticing. You sure Maggie won't mind?"
"Are you kidding, she'll love it. Trust me."
"Alright then. I'll come straight into work on Monday and then follow you home when we're off."
So now I had to tell Maggie. I wasn't sure if I should be honest with my thinking or just let things happen if they happen. Maybe she was just all talk?
But my Maggie is way smarter than I gave her credit for.
"Honey, is Stan who you picked for me to have sex with? Stan?"
That was her instant question when I told her I had invited him.
"What?" I feigned innocence. She wasn't buying it.
"Oh come on. I can read you like a book. For fuck's sake, you've got an erection from just telling me."
