Dicky Gets His Reward

"Richard, it's time for the main course. After that, you can do whatever you want."

My wife pushed me down between her legs, the place I spent most of my time pleasing her. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. Mary was tall, with a slender body, long toned legs and a lusty libido. I'm an unremarkable man whose best feature is a thick head of dark, wavy hair. Not much to go on if you're a guy. In short, she was more than I deserved. She was being assertive, because we both wanted her to be.

"Ooooo, that's it, give me that sweet, sweet tongue. Part that bush and lick me nice and slow. You know how I like it. That's my good little pussyboy!"

I used both hands to brush her dense pubic hair to the sides, stroking her damp labia and using the moisture to slick the hair back. She kept it natural because I love how it looks, but a job like this requires a clear workspace. As I settled in and began to stoke her fires, she returned the favor with words I couldn't get enough of.

"I'm so glad you like this as much as I do, Dicky. I just love to see your little guy stiffen up when you lick me. You know you've got the cutest little pecker I've ever seen. I've been thinking about sucking it all day. Would you like me to suck it for you? Would you like me to let you stick it into my mouth? You wouldn't hit the back, but at least you can try to fill my mouth. I bet you want to fill my mouth with your cum, don't you? Pump your little load into your sweet wife's mouth and make me swallow it?"

My moans were all the answer she needed to hear. She knew what her words did to me. Small penis humiliation was my fetish, and Mary knew the perfect balance of tender and rough to feed my libido. My erect penis is a thin 4", and I never get tired of being humiliated for it. I soaked it in as I ate her with more passion, getting swept up in the journey I was taking her on. I knew what she liked, and I knew how to give it to her. She continued to playfully tease me until she lost the power of speech. As her climax approached, I wrapped my arms around her thighs to keep her from bucking me off. After she quieted down, I crawled up to kiss her face and share her love. She reached down and began toying with my rigid prick.

"That was amazing, baby! You're the best pussy licker a girl could ever want. Do you think that's a coincidence, or is it because you have such a small dick?"

I kissed her again and sucked passionately on her earlobe, conveying my message without words. Not just "yes, I have a small dick", but rather "I love it when you tell me I have a small dick!"

"You know how much I enjoy teasing you about it, don't you?"

"Yes honey, and I wouldn't have it any other way. You getting turned on by it is why it never gets old."

"You get turned on by my words, but I get turned on by your responses. And lately, I miss the intensity of how you used to respond when this was all new. Do you remember? How your voice would quiver and you'd whimper when I told you how small you were? I even remember a few times when my taunting actually made you shiver. I miss that intensity."

She stroked me as she murmured in the deep, sultry voice that drove me wild,

"So, I've been thinking..."

Uh-oh, I thought. What's she up to?

"I came up with an idea - a little game. Now, just listen and think about it, before you say anything. I want your little secret to get out. Just imagine if one of the girls knew."

Oh God,

the girls

. Her group of friends she did everything with. The four of them were inseparable, and when they got together, they tended to encourage each other, to push buttons and limits. I knew they shared a lot of secrets, but she always swore she never revealed

my

secret to them. But now she's telling me she wants to. The thought made me pulse a drop of precum into her hand.

"Aaawww, look at that! That's so cute, baby. Your little guy is crying out for recognition! He wants someone else to know about him. Maybe even help me tease him."

"Which one?" I asked, instantly regretting that I sounded like I was already onboard. "Which one would you tell?"

"Oh, you're not going to

know

who it is. That's the best part -- you'll wonder which one it is, and you'll suspect them all. I think it would be delicious."

"But where would it lead? I mean, would I ever find out?"

"That's completely up to you, but I'd provide you with an incentive. You can guess. If you guess right, you get a reward."

"A reward?" I knew it would be sexual, and the devious look on Mary's face told me it would be fun for at least one of us.

"The friend I have in mind is guaranteed willing to indulge your little fetish in ways that are sure to rev your perverted motor."

"Oh my God, that sounds awesome! Wait... what happens if I'm wrong?"

"That follows naturally from the way you're going to guess. When you think you know, you simply approach her in private and say: 'I have a small penis'. If you're right, she'll say, 'I know', and from there, I'm sure you'll have a great time."

"If you're wrong, I expect she'll be taken aback, maybe even shocked. What happens after that I can't predict, but I doubt if it will seem much like a reward. Plus, one more woman would know your secret."

I thought about it happening and tried to imagine the range of reactions it might get. I kept gravitating to the arousing ones. Maybe it was because little dickie was being stroked so maddeningly slow.

"Even if she wasn't the one who knew, do you think there's a chance she would want to play with me anyway?"

"Ha. I guess anything's possible."

Mary dismissed it so casually, I was forced to consider the alternative.

"She wouldn't be mean to me, would she? I mean, do any of your friends have a mean side?"

"Not that I'm aware of. Certainly, they wouldn't actually want to hurt you. I think it more likely that they would react with disgust. It might even get you off, but I'm not sure it would be a good idea to reveal that."

"Oh, and one other thing you should consider. The game would still go on, you can guess again if you want, and your odds would improve."

Of course she was right. Initially I'd have a 1 in 3 chance, but if I guessed wrong, I'd be even money the next time. Plus, I didn't plan on making wild guesses. Surely, I'd be able to detect a difference in the way the girl who knew my secret would interact with me. I'd just wait until I gathered enough information to make a highly informed guess.

"Can I think about it first?"

"Of course, baby. You can think about it as long as you like. I

want

you to think about it. In fact, why don't you think about it right now?"

Her idle fondling became a more rhythmic caress, moving from below my ball sack to the tip of my erection. Now on each trip down, when the palm of her hand covered my balls, she brushed her middle finger lightly over my anus.

"Do you realize how intensely humiliating it would be? To stand in front of another woman and say those words? To look her in the eyes and say 'I have a small penis', then wait for her reaction, while a little piece of your masculinity hangs in the balance? Figuratively, you'd be putting your little balls into her hand, not knowing what she might do."

She stopped stroking me, and I opened my eyes to see her pulling that finger out of her mouth, a thick drop of saliva hanging from the tip. Then the hand went back down to my balls and the finger landed right on my hole, applying her saliva and pushing it in. Now each trip down was punctuated by a brief intrusion into my butt hole.

"I can tell you're thinking about it, Dicky. I can feel you twitching. You want to make a puddle for me, docha baby? Go ahead, Dicky. Shoot it! Squirt for me, baby! Make a puddle on your tummy. Awww, good boy!"

I pumped two short ropes onto my stomach, followed by a sizeable dollop, then a prolonged ooze. Mary didn't stop until my spasms were completely dry.

"I just love to make you squirt for me!"

She slid her finger through the puddle of my cum, collecting it into the depression of my belly button. Then she idly played with it, laying one side of her finger down into it, then the other side, holding the finger up and watching the thick coating drip off to rejoin the pool.

"You know, we don't ever have to play the game. Just thinking about it is fun. And talking about it -- that's even more fun! We'll only play if you want to, I promise."

Her finger was once again covered, but now it stayed sideways and moved up to hover over my face.

"Open up, baby. Here comes the best part!"

I willingly opened my mouth as she pointed her finger downward and my slime ran into my mouth. Her finger pushed in, and my lips dutifully scraped it clean, knowing she would do it again and again, until the pool was transferred into my mouth. I didn't mind the taste, it was very mild. I did it for her, because she liked to see me do it. And I did it because I loved the intimacy, I loved the surrender, and I loved her.

I rolled over and we spooned. I couldn't help thinking about what it would feel like to stand in front of one of the girls in private, looking into their eyes and saying: 'I have a small penis'.

What if it was Gina? I'd never told Mary, but I suspected she knew I'd always lusted after Gina. At 29, she was just a year older than Mary. Her Italian heritage gave her a beautiful olive complexion, but my lust centered on her heavy mane of dark hair and her wide, natural eyebrows. I often fantasized her naked, certain that her bush - provided she didn't shave it (please God, no) - would be wonderfully full. Could I say those words to her? Would I simply melt into a puddle at her feet if I did?

And what if it was Cindy? The youngest of the group at 26, she was thin -- too thin for my taste, truthfully. She had no tits to speak of, but that didn't bother me. Even the tiniest titties can have wonderful little nipples that are fun to play with. I think of them much in the way Mary regards my little penis. It was Cindy's ass that left something to be desired. Too small to do much for me. Yet I still found her attractive, mostly because of her playful nature. She had such a fun-loving attitude. I could just imagine how effectively she would be able to tease me. If she knew. If she were the one.

And then there was Nancy. The oldest of the "girls" at 34, she was a curvy redhead, with even "a little extra", as they say. She had big, heavy tits that always mesmerized me. And such a sweet, shy disposition. I hardly knew her at all, and the thought of her and I relating to each other in any kind of sexual context, was hard to even imagine. Imagine her knowing my secret. Her, with those big tits, so undeniably sexual, and me with my little penis... so... so not.

I didn't know any of the girls well enough to know how they would react if I guessed wrong. Hell, not even Mary knew that. But I knew how I would react if I was right. I'd be so thrilled for them to know, no matter which one it was. That's when I knew I would play Mary's game. And that I needed to be right. The first time.

True to her word, Mary didn't tell her friends anything. But she kept bringing it up whenever we had sex, and it never failed to add fuel to my little rocket. Just the thought that one of her friends could know my secret, and I would be with them, everyone fully clothed, but me feeling naked in their presence. I always got incredibly turned on by the idea of being naked in front of an attractive woman. Particularly one who knew me, and who might even consider me as a possible sexual partner. And then they find out -- they know my secret. The potential humiliation was so alluring that I couldn't stop thinking about it, so much so, that barely a week went by before I was pulled toward it.

"I can't believe how exciting it is when you talk to me about the game. How it makes my dick so hard. You were right about how the intensity had fallen off. Now, just the thought of one of your friends knowing gets me so horny. Ever since I confessed my small penis humiliation fetish to you, you've been right every step of the way. Always knowing how to wind me up. That's why I want you to make the decision about whether we actually play the game. I can't decide. I'm torn between my desire to experience even more intense humiliation, and my fear that I'd be killing the goose that laid the golden egg. Will the fantasy be ruined if we try to make it real?"

Mary smiled, but I could tell she was thinking seriously. I had done it myself; weighing the pros and cons, not knowing how others would react. But at least she knew which woman would harbor my secret, so she could more accurately imagine the upside. Even though the downside was harder to predict, at least she knew her friends much better than I. Bottom line, I trusted my wife to know what was best for me and to not let me be hurt.

"Hmmm. I know how I'd feel about it, no matter which way you decided; but I hadn't even considered which one I would

choose

. Should I choose what I want to do, or what I think would be best for you?"

I was pretty sure it was a rhetorical question; she was just thinking out loud. Once it occurred to me that she didn't know and was idly pondering it, I realized I was caught up in another level of anxiety.

"When do you think you might know? Will you at least tell me, once you decide?"

"Ha! I must admit, I already love the intrigue! Tell you what: if I decide not to play, I'll tell you that. But if I decide to start the game for real, I'm only going to tell you once she knows."

I stewed with that overnight. By the next day I couldn't get it out of my head and pleaded with her for some certainty. I pestered her until she at least gave me a timeline. The girls would be getting together Friday evening at our place, and she said she'd decide by then. It was Wednesday. Two days didn't seem like a long time. Turns out it was.

Making matters worse, I had to work late on Friday, so I had to grab dinner before I got home. When I arrived, the girls were all on the back patio, and the drinks were flowing. I heard a lot of laughter when Mary opened the sliding glass doors to greet me. She gave me a sexy smile, hugging and kissing me enthusiastically. Her hand dropped down and grabbed my crotch as she pulled me in to whisper in my ear,

"She knows."

My eyes widened and I looked out to the patio. The sounds of voices and laughter from the three women filtered through the glass. One of them, Gina, caught my eye. She was smiling as she held my gaze, and I couldn't help thinking: is it her? Did she just tell her? Would it be that easy?

"Why don't you go out there and say hi, honey. They won't bite."

I didn't know what I would say beyond "hi", but I did it because Mary told me to. And because merely thinking about greeting a woman who knew I had a little dick made it start to chub up. Mary followed me out and I ad-libbed beyond her suggested 'hi'"

"Hi girls. How's everyone doing this evening?"

"Yeaaa, Richard's here!" cheered Cindy.

"You poor man, having to work late on a Friday." added Nancy. "Gina's making Negronis, Cindy and I are drinking Chablis, and I believe Mary's into a red of some sort. What's your poison, Richard?"

"After the day I've had, nothing short of bourbon rocks is gonna do it for me."

"Ooww, a man's drink there. That's just what this party needed - a man!" Nancy jumped up to put it together for me and I immediately felt better, having my wife's magnificently endowed friend serving me a drink in my own home.

"Hey there - steady, girl." Mary jumped in. "That's

my

man" she admonished, holding her arm at a stiff downward angle, palm back, as if to push me behind her. It was a theatric gesture, and it happened to bring her hand against my diminutive package. Once she felt it, she pushed firmly into my crotch. Remarkably, it seemed no one noticed. Either that, or they were all in on something. I had a creeping feeling that I was at a disadvantage.

"C'mon, you don't honestly think sweet little 'ol Nancy is going to come on to your husband, do you?" Cindy kidded. "I mean, Gina maybe, but Nancy? Maybe even me, if this Chablis keeps going down so easy!"

"Alright, alright; that's enough going down talk for tonight, let's try to keep this thing on the rails, girls." It struck me that Mary sounded genuinely concerned about the energy of the party. Perhaps the holder of my secret was getting a bit too tipsy, or frisky, or both.

Gina had been quiet up until now, but now she steered the conversation in an edgy direction.

"Before Richard got here, we were talking about learning to masturbate. Finally, we have a representative from the other side. We need a man's perspective!"

"I'll drink to that!" seconded Cindy. "Let me bring you up to speed, Richard. See, Mary put forward a theory that -"

"Whoa, whoa, hold on," Mary interrupted, "you can't tell him the theory, it will influence his answer!"

"But we all heard it before

we

answered" countered Cindy.

"But the theory relates to gender differences, so it didn't have the same bearing on our answers. Let's just tell him our answers, then get his. Then we can tell him the theory."

"Okay, fair enough." Cindy relented. "So, I discovered my magic bean on my own, through idle exploration. Nancy and Mary were told by a friend, and Gina - I don't remember the details, but you were told too, right?"

"Actually," said Mary, "Gina didn't give us details, she just said it wasn't self-discovery. How did you phrase it, Gina? Outside information? It seemed very vague."

"Alright. I read about it. Masters and Johnson, okay?"

"Wow," said Nancy, "were you some kind of child prodigy or something? A young teenager reading research studies?"

"I never said

when

I read it. I was a late bloomer." Gina's face flushed and she looked away, desperately seeking to move on. "Let's just get the rest of the data. C'mon Richard, tell us how it happened for you."

I had been sipping my drink, but now I took a healthy gulp, both for liquid courage and to buy time. I had never talked about this subject with anyone, not even Mary.

"A friend told me. He had done it, and he told me about it in general terms."

Cindy was all over it: "Details! We want details! What do you mean 'general terms'? What did he tell you?"

"I don't remember exactly. He told me a lot of stuff. We had multiple conversations about, well, a lot of sex stuff. He had done a lot."

"So, he was older, huh?" Nancy asked.

"No, he was the same age as me. He was just more experienced. He told me enough to make me curious, so I tried things he talked about, and it didn't take long to figure out what felt good."

"Sounds like maybe I wasn't the only late bloomer." Gina observed, acknowledging our camaraderie with a teasing smile.

"Whatever. So, you have my data point. Honey, how about you tell me your theory?"

"It's hardly a theory, more like just an observation. Women's erogenous zones are just more hidden, shielded from view; but more importantly, from accidental stimulation. Except for the classics: horseback riding and bicycle seats. Guys are more out there, so just incidental contact with clothing, and having that thing swinging around, brushing against things,..."

"Getting a little worked up over there, eh Mary!" joked Cindy.

Nancy wanted to know more.

"So, Richard, is there something off with Mary's thinking? How come, as a guy, you didn't stumble on it all by yourself? How come someone had to tell you about it first?"

I knew the answer, at least part of it. It was because I didn't have anything swinging around down there. And I still don't. I could feel my face flushing as I met the gazes of the attractive women who were rhetorically poking around in my pants. Situations like these don't come up in conversation often, and my instinct was to deflect, to hide my embarrassment. This time, I found myself flirting with the idea of sharing more.