A lot of guys really want to have a huge prick. It's sometimes difficult to actually live with a large prick. Let me explain.
I have a weird "hobby." Let me explain... it's a bit of a story. Let's go back to when I was dating Jane. She and I had a decent enough physical relationship - she's a bit of a size queen and was really happy to find out I have a large prick.
After the usual honeymoon period, we were settling into being together. She'd joined this photography group, and they'd go on little outings to take pictures of landscapes, cars, trains, animals and so on. It seems that one of the things they occasionally did was hire a model and take pictures of her (it was always a woman) in various stages of undress. So, the less these women wore, the more the cost to bring them in. Somebody had had a bright idea - how about they take pictures of their wives (or, I guess, girlfriends). Well, it was decided to do this, but they'd only allow people who'd had their wives model to take pictures. And Jane had seen some of the early in a session pictures, where they're still in lingerie and so on, and wanted to take pictures. She didn't want to model naked for her friends, so she wanted me to be her model, and her entry into this little club.
It took me a little while to make my mind up, while Jane occasionally brought it up to remind me. I'd never modeled before, and I quite liked the idea of it. I agreed to do it.
Jane went ahead and offered my services, but the group of guys weren't really interested in pictures of a guy, naked. However some bright spark suggested a session with one of the wives.
I hadn't been happy about this at first, but Jane wore me down - after all, I'd been OK with modeling by myself, so why would having somebody else there make things different? I agreed to do it.
So we'd gone to this warehouse where somebody in the club worked. It's set up with all these little sets that they use for advertising, and we went to one that looked like a kitchen. There were several guys standing around waiting, and a fairly attractive woman dressed smartly.
The session went like I was in a dream. We acted like she was cooking dinner and we were going to have a quickie or something - we both ended up naked and simulating sex. We hardly touched and definitely didn't fuck... she did, at the insistence of her husband, hold my prick, even kneeling down like she was going to suck me off.
It seemed that the guys had enjoyed the shoot - Jane was allowed into their little club and I was requested to model a few more times. I ended up modeling with several women, all decent looking, and simulating various sex acts for the photographers. There were more photographers showing up and Jane said it was because they were opening it up to guys with partners that everybody wanted to do shoots with.
After a few months of this, Jane and I split up, amicably. We didn't talk much for a little while, and eventually she reached out and asked if I was interested in keeping up with the modeling. I said I wasn't - I was only doing it for her, after all. She said the club were missing me in their shoots and were prepared to pay me for my time. Fairly handsomely, it seemed. I relented.
We had a couple more shoots. I recognized many of the photographers now.
This one time though, we were going to be shooting with the wife of one of the newer guys. People seemed a little more excited than I was used to - I figured Dave had shared pictures of her and they were interested in seeing her in the flesh.
They'd told me we were using a bar setting this time and I'd dressed up like a barman.
She was a cute redhead, probably in her mid to late twenties. She was wearing a miniskirt, blouse and jacket. And wedge heeled boots, with bare legs. I, and I'm sure the photographers, as looking forward to seeing her take all of that off.
"Hi all," said Dave, "this is Sue."
Everybody muttered hello.
"I won't introduce them to you, as you won't remember everybody's names, and it's nice to have some plausible deniability if you ever run into one of them somewhere," he joked.
"Somebody I will introduce you to though, is Larry," Dave said, gesturing at me. "He's going to model with you."
I gave her a winning smile and went and shook her hand.
She seemed nervous but smiled back at me.
"Gentlemen," one of the guys said, "time's a-wasting, and we're paying for all this, so shall we get started?"
John, who's usually in charge, told us, well, her, "we were thinking tonight's scene is you seducing the barkeep."
We went over to the bar set.
"Do whatever you want," I told her, "and I'll play along."
I went behind the bar and everybody pointed their cameras towards us. Sue walked up to the middle of the bar.
"Hi Larry," she said, "can I have a white wine please?"
I'd been standing with my back to the bar and turned to her. "Certainly, Sue."
I went and poured some water into a wine glass, then put it in front of her.
"It's water," I told her quietly, "we don't have a liquor license."
She picked up the glass and pretended to drink from it. I could hear the shutter sounds of the cameras.
"How was your day?" I asked her, trying to get her to loosen up a bit.
"Fine," she said, "I'm glad it's over though. I think tonight I can let my hair down a little, you know what I mean?"
Good, she was getting into the swing of it.
"I do," I said, "make yourself comfortable and I'll take care of you."
She took off her jacket and hung it from one of the hooks under the bar. She sat down on a stool.
"Just a moment, sir," I said, pretending to serve somebody else.
I saw Sue lick her lips and undo the top button on her blouse.
I was standing out of shot and saw her get off the stool and shuffle around a bit before sitting down again. I went back over to her and she put a skimpy little black thong on the bar in front of her. I saw it and smiled, looking forward to seeing more of her soon.
A couple of the photographers came closer and took pictures of her thong on the bar, then stepped back.
While they took pictures, I picked up her thong and sniffed it. It smelled nice and clean.
"Can you turn and look at us a minute, Sue?" asked somebody, and she turned her back to me for a few pictures.
"Thanks," I heard from the gloom beyond the stage lights, "carry on."
"Say something," she said.
My mind went blank for a second.
"The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain."
She fake laughed loudly, throwing her head back. She played with her hair while looking right at me.
"How am I doing?" she asked me.
"Fine," I told her. "Having fun?"
"I guess."
She was sideways to the bar and I faced her. Her head was turned towards me though, and she watched me as she undid the next button. I could see the top of her bra.
"I was thinking I should kiss you," she said.
The wives don't usually kiss me, but I've had pecks on the cheek or even on the lips a few times.
"Go ahead."
She stood up and leaned forwards, grabbing my tie and pulling me to her. I was surprised when her lips were pressed against mine. I felt her tongue against my lips and I opened my mouth a little. Our tongues grazed each other briefly and she let go.
"Can you pull your skirt up a little and do that again?" one of the photographers asked.
I saw her shuffle around a bit, then she leaned back in and kissed me again. I was ready for her this time and we kissed hard for a few seconds before I let go of her.
"Wow, is it hot in here or is it just me?" she asked, sitting back down and fanning herself with her hand.
"Oh, I think it's you," I said, grinning at her.
She undid another button on her blouse and I could see the front clasp on her bra, nestling between her tits. I undid my tie and put it on the bar, then undid a couple of buttons on my shirt.
I went to take her wine and she grabbed my hand, stroking it before she let me take her glass.
"I'll get you another glass of wine," I said, turning my back to me.
When I turned back she'd taken off her blouse and put my tie over her head so it was lying between her tits.
