I woke up the next day refreshed, but a little confused about everything that had happened last night. Emma was sleeping soundly beside me, her blonde hair splayed over the pillow, her silhouetted form rising and falling underneath the sheets. Our schedules differed due to her work at the hospital, so she often slept in while I got ready for work. I pulled myself out of bed while I replayed last night in my head.
Did she really compare my penis to another man's...and I liked it?
I must have more than just liked it. When she showed me just how much shorter I was, I came, and came hard. I didn't know yet if I wanted last night to be an isolated incident or if I wanted more...
I was distracted all day at work; I couldn't think of anything but Emma and what would await me upon my return home tonight. I made it through the day and returned home from work to a surprise; Emma was sitting on the couch with her laptop waiting for me.
"Oh hey honey!" She said brightly, shutting her laptop. "I had some errands I wanted to run today, so I took a personal day at work."
She popped up from the couch and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"I was thinking we could order dinner tonight and maybe watch a movie?"
That sounded like great to me, so we ordered from our favorite pizza place, grabbed drinks from the kitchen (beer for myself and red wine for her) and settled in for a relaxing night.
After our pizza arrived, we started the movie and pulled a blanket over ourselves. I had a hard time focusing on the movie as Emma was quite obviously intentionally trying to distract me. She was wearing a low-cut shirt without a bra, her hand kept "accidentally" brushing my inner thigh, and she would press her breasts against me whenever there was a particularly scary or exciting moment. Finally, once the credits rolled, she stood up abruptly and walked directly to the bedroom. I turned off the TV and followed her, not sure what to expect. In our bedroom, Emma was adjusting something inside of our bedside cabinet, but the door to the cabinet was blocking my view from whatever was inside.
"Hey there," she said coyly as I walked in. "I had a few ideas about how we should spend our evening after our 'little' discovery last night."
I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth, but I couldn't help but notice my heart was already beating faster at the ideas racing through my head.
"Why don't you get on the bed while I go change?" Emma asked. "Strip off all of your clothes, while you're at it."
She disappeared into the bathroom. I quickly pulled off my clothes and laid down on the bed, heart beating even faster. I was already starting to stiffen as I imagined what she had in mind.
What did she have in store for tonight? Would I like it as much as I enjoyed last night?
My mind raced as I waited for her to return, and then...the bathroom door opened, and Emma strode out.
Emma had quite clearly spent some time out shopping today. She was wearing a blue lace thong I had never seen before, with a matching sheer bralette that showcased her small pink nipples, which were already hard and poking through the translucent fabric. She gave a quick spin to showcase her whole outfit. At this point, my penis was fully engorged just at the sight of her, and she was looking sexier than I had ever seen her before.
"My little guy is already rock-hard, huh?" She laughed. "Just you wait until you see what else is coming."
She sat down on the bed next to me, and reached over to our end table and grabbed her laptop, where she must have placed it after dinner.
"You just lay right there, I just want to talk to you for a bit first." I nodded, and she continued on. "So when I woke up today, I just couldn't stop thinking about how turned on you were last night when I told you how small you were compared to other men. You being turned on makes me turned on, so I wanted to talk to you first and see if this was something you wanted to continue on with."
I thought for a moment. Did I really want my girlfriend to keep humiliating me and talking about how other men were much bigger than me? I then thought about how hard I came last night without her hands on me, and I nodded again.
"I think I do. It was really hot the way you treated me last night."
Emma smiled again, and shook her head, laughing slightly.
"I knew you'd say that. I thought you came so hard you blacked out for a second last night, and there was no way you weren't going to try that again. So with that in mind...I did some research this morning when I woke up, after you left for work. I found a pretty interesting website I think you might want to hear about...you input the measurements of your penis, and it tells you how you stack up against the average man, with a visualized picture to show the difference.
I entered the length of your penis I measured last night and got some pretty...fascinating results. The only problem is, it requires a girth measurement too. I'm not going to show you how you stack up unless you let me measure how thick you are too. Are you okay with that?"
As she said this, my mind was racing and my heart felt like it was about to pound through my chest, but my dick twitched as she proposed it. Trying to play it cool, I pretended that I was totally confident in my dick size.
"I'm sure I'd be fine, but how will you measure my girth though? We have a ruler and a tape measure, but that can't really wrap around me accurately."
"Well I have good news for you then!" Emma grinned. "One of the other two stores I went by after buying this outfit was a sewing store, and I picked up a vinyl tape measure. They're normally used for sewing, but we'll use it on your needle tonight instead."
As my dick throbbed at her words, I thought about what she said...two stores? What else did she buy today?
"So what do you think Jack? Is this as big and hard as you can get? Are you are showing me every inch you have? Are you going to prove me wrong, show me that you do have a big dick?" She paused. "Well. I think we're both aware that you don't have a big dick. Maybe you can prove that you're at least average in thickness, if not in length."
With that, she pulled out the tape measure from her cabinet, and sat on my chest again, just like last night. I stared at her ass, her light blue thong barely covering anything. Still, I couldn't think of anything but what her hands were doing as I felt her wrap the measure around my dick. I heard her giggle, and then remove it. She remained on my chest, and I moved my hands to her ass as she grabbed her laptop. If I was going to lay there and let her measure me, I was at least going to get to feel her up.
I heard her type something into the computer, and I realized that she had already had the website up and ready to go. She must have still had the website up from earlier today. As she typed in what I could only assume were the results, my heart pounded even harder.