I married quite young, and despite my small penis size, I managed to punch well above my weight. I suppose I'm not the ugliest guy in the world and I have a reasonable sense of humour. My wife is a gorgeous size ten with a perfect hourglass figure and sexy bullet nipples on her perky tits. She's the kind of sexy lady who doesn't understand why the builders are wolf whistling at her, but she enjoys it nevertheless.
I would ask her about previous boyfriends and about the size of their cocks, but she was always very kind to me. She would avoid answering, or say that she had no complaints.
I finally got her to admit I had a small cock by tricking her. I downloaded a selection of small cock pictures on the Internet and discretely inserted a selfie of my cock in the middle of them.
I told her that I wanted her to take a look at each picture and say 'bigger', or 'smaller', to say whether each cock was bigger, or smaller than mine. I think she agreed to do it just to shut me up.
As the pictures went by there were a couple, which were clearly bigger and a couple that were clearly smaller. There were also a few that were similar, so she had to give it some thought.
As my selfie arrived on the screen, she said,
"Fucking hell, your not That small! Wait a minute..."
She recognised the bed quilt and realised what I had done, but it was too late. She knew I had got her to admit I have a small cock.
After that, we had much more frank discussions about penis size. She admitted that all her previous boyfriends had bigger cocks than mine. She also found it amazing that this just seemed to turn me on.
With my encouragement, she would tell me about how good it felt having their big, fat cocks inside her sopping wet pussy and how many orgasms they would give her. She knew that the only way I could get her to cum was with my tongue, so these other guys using their cocks to make her climax was music to my humiliated ears! She would nonchalantly stroke my cock while talking to me and she couldn't believe how hard I would get, or how much my cock would leak pre-cum.
One year, as my birthday approached, she asked me what I would like as a birthday treat. I just said, half jokingly,
"I want to go to a swingers club and watch some big cocks fuck you."
She was shocked, but I was surprised that she didn't just reject the idea.
Over the next week we ironed out the details. She didn't want me going with anybody and she didn't want to feel as though she had to do anything she didn't feel comfortable doing. Obviously, I agreed to anything she wanted. I was just horny as hell at the possibility it might actually happen.
We went to a local sex shop and bought a selection of sexy outfits for her to choose from. We also went and bought some 'fuck me' shoes to go with the outfits. I didn't care how much we spent - I had a constant wet patch in my pants and my heart raced every time I thought about what the future might hold.
I'd spent every spare moment researching swingers clubs online and reading reviews. The winner was a popular club in Manchester, which had generally good reviews and also offered everything we wanted, such as being dress-down on entry (no hidden phones) and a mixture of public and private play areas. I booked the hotel and the stage was set.
Reviews suggested that Saturday night was the most popular night, so that's when we went. My wife, Liz, was starting to get really nervous, so we set off early for a bit of retail therapy close to the hotel. That helped, but I was still worried that she might pull out at the last minute.
When we got back to the hotel, we just had time to shower and change, as I had pre-booked a taxi for nine o'clock. Liz put on her favourite of the new outfits with matching high heels and it was all I could do to stop myself fucking her right there and then. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were like bullets. She slipped a long coat over the top to look respectable on the way over, and off we went.
The hotel was only a couple of miles away from the club, so we were there in no time. I paid the cabbie and we stepped out onto the street. It was obvious where we were going, as the swingers club was the only place open at this time of night.
We had to be buzzed in and then queue on the stairs, waiting to pay in with the other punters. There were several single guys in the line. They were clearly friends and they were drinking in the view of my beautiful, sexy wife. I offered to take Liz's coat, so that they could get a proper look and one of the guys winked his approval.
Once inside, we put our belongings in our locker and, as it was a dress down club, I stripped down to my boxers. Liz was in the right gear, because I had already taken her coat.
We had a walk around the club together. It was split over two floors. There was a dance floor with a large screen showing porn in the background. This was opposite the bar, so it was a hive of activity. There was also a jacuzzi and public playrooms on the top floor. Downstairs there were mostly private playrooms, with a bdsm set up at the far end.
We had a drink at the bar and almost immediately, one of the single guys from the stairs sat next to Liz and just started chatting her up, like I wasn't even there. I could feel my embarrassment and excitement rising equally and I'm pretty sure Liz knew this.
She obviously fancied the guy and they were soon laughing and joking together. I overheard him say his name was Kovan. He had a swarthy Greek look and he obviously looked after himself. Pretty soon they were snogging like a couple of teenagers, right there beside me. I had a delicious knot in my stomach. I saw Kovan's hand brush her pussy and she uttered a soft moan. Some other punters were also watching the show, which only served to heighten my humiliated excitement.
