As requested, I drove Stan by a local pharmacy on the way home. What I suspected he was getting filled was confirmed to me as he popped one into his mouth right in front of me. The little blue pill was unmistakable. It felt weird to drive another man to get boner pills so he could last longer in your wife.
I thought about him sitting in the car with me. This bull of a man who I intentionally invited into my home to bed my wife. She begged him to claim her pussy and he's done so. I found myself thinking about his big tool going into her. And then I was thinking how he was sitting right there next to me with that big thing between his legs. Sure there was an aspect of jealousy- that he had such a bigger penis and that he was able to use it to give my wife pleasures I couldn't. But there was something else. Maybe it was just his talk about straight guys... doing stuff to it. He got into my head too, apparently.
We grabbed some take out as I wasn't expecting Maggie home until almost nine o'clock. Thinking about her coming home got me excited. Of course I love my wife and I am generally enthusiastic about her coming home to me. This was different though. It was like watching one of those nature documentaries where you know the lion was about to pounce on the oblivious gazelle. You were terrified for the gazelle, but you couldn't look away from the menace and power of the lion.
I wanted him to fuck her senseless and I wanted to watch it happen.
I was horrified by that thought instantly after having had it. And then I had the other thought. Fuck, why would she need me if Stan could provide her such pleasure? I was hard again and a chuckle from Stan led me to believe he had seen my pants tenting again.
Maggie did come in just before nine. I could tell she was exhausted. I didn't have to ask if it was a hard day. I was her husband and I knew that it had been. Usually when she was in this state I'd get in the shower with her and just rub her down until the water got cold and then we'd snuggle into bed together with hardly a word.
Then she saw Stan and it was like a new person was before me.
"You bastard. I have little been dripping your cum all day long. I had to change pads twice so it wouldn't leak through my scrubs."
Stan had a big shit eating grin. "Tell me never to do that again and I won't," he dared her.
She bit her lower lip. "You're such a pig. Hello honey. How was your day?"
I smiled at her acknowledgement. "It was busy, but productive."
"All I saw him produce was a couple of chubbies thinking about me screwing you," Stan joked.
I blushed but fortunately Maggie rolled her eyes. "Stan, you mind if I grab Harry for a minute?"
"He's your husband. Grab whatever you like. It's Harry who has... restrictions."
I saw a grin flash across her face, but she quickly suppressed it.
I followed her through to our bedroom. I thought we'd be doing our regular shower and cuddle, however I realized she hadn't said 'goodnight' to Stan if that was to be the case.
"How are you, babe?" she asked as she turned on the shower and began taking off her scrubs.
"Fine."
"You know what I mean. How are you dealing with all this with Stan."
"I..." I honestly fought to figure out what I wanted to say to her. "My feelings are all over the place. But at my core, I'm excited for the pleasure you're getting and that I'm playing some part in making it happen."
"Oh, Harry. You're a huge part in making it happen. You explored the toys. You figured out who you knew who could give me a big real one. You got him here. You're letting me explore beyond the typical boundaries of marriage. Don't sell yourself short."
The was a few seconds pause and we both saw the irony in her last statement and had to suppress giggles.
"You know what I mean," she laughed.
Instinctually I started to feel embarrassed by my size until I came to a realization at that moment. There was no shame in being smaller in size. It's just how I was born. Stan couldn't help how big he was either. It's just nature. When thinking about the nature aspect of it all, stepping aside to let the larger one at my wife felt right.
"Your member might not be as big, but your heart is mighty," she said, caressing my cheek after having finished stripping off. I looked at my beautiful Maggie.
"Harry. I hope this week won't be too hard on you. You've given me what I need. What do you need out of this? What do you want?"
"Promise me that after all of this, you will be mine."
"Yes. Absolutely. Never in question. I have these needs, but I do love you unconditionally, Harry. Always have, always will."
My heart leapt. This was really all I needed. "That's... good to hear."
She smiled at me and I glanced down at her nude body. I started to get erect. She giggled at the sight of it.
"You're so cute, honey," she said, testing it's hardness through my pants.
"Can we?" I asked.
Her smile faded and she shook her head. "Hon, my pussy is his now. Remember?"
"He doesn't need to know..." I suggested.
