Shortly after my wife Rebecca gave birth to our second child, we'd made the conscious decision that she would return to work full-time and I would become the 'stay at home parent'. It made more sense after all, Rebecca earned more money that I had, even when she scaled back to part-time work. She possessed a very strong, very commanding type a personality. She was in charge and her firm was glad to have her back on a full-time basis. To show their gratitude, they awarded her with an ample six figure salary, a new Mercedes SL500 and a hefty annual bonus.
There was simply no need for me to work. So I resigned and became the dutiful house-husband. My days consisted of nappies, cleaning, cooking and laundry. It doesn't sound like much, but in itself, it is an overwhelming exhausting job. In hindsight, I'm sure my wife got the better end of the deal.
Rebecca was an amazing goddess and I was damned lucky to be married to her. It had only been two months since our second child was born and she had gotten back her pre-baby body. Perhaps it was just genetics, or the hours of yoga she did at 5am every morning, but she was to die for. She skin was flawless, her jet black hair was styled elegantly and her piercing blue eyes always made me weak at the knees. She was my wife and I loved her more than life itself. My love, my goddess.
On the rare occasion that I was allowed to penetrate her, it was pure nirvana. Of course, since she had returned back to work there was less time for that and our calendars never really seemed to sync anymore. Either she was away on a business trip, working late or finishing up a proposal, was simply too tired. There had been a number of unsuccessful advances since she returned to work, it was always "I'm too tired sweetie" or "Not tonight darling, It been a huge day." Rejection after rejection, it was fairly constant. I began to think that she hated sex or at least didn't get much satisfaction from it. Our sexlife was nonexistent, with only faint memories of what it was like to enjoy her warmth beneath me.
Then came the trips, the interstate travels with her boss. I didn't think much of it at the time. But they became more and more frequent. To put it bluntly, she spent much less time at home. This of course, meant I had ample alone time.
On one particular Tuesday night after I'd put the kids to bed, I'd decided to enjoy some 'me' time. This mainly consisted of online poker and quite regularly, online pornography. It was my downtime and I enjoyed it. My right hand became my lover. It was dirty but I liked it.
On that particular night, my laptop crashed and I was without entertainment for the evening. It was then that I realized, my wife had an old laptop in her office that was just sitting there collecting dust. She never used it and I knew it was not password protected, so I helped myself.
An hour into my 'happy time', I grew bored of erotica. It was the age old adage, 'you've seen one, you've seen them all'. Overcome with boredom, I decided to just browse on Rebecca's old computer. It was silly, it was even an invasion of privacy but, I was bored and had nothing else better to do. There was nothing noteworthy really. Just old assignments from her college days, a few old pictures and some movies. There was a digital copy of the movie 'Forgetting Sarah Marshall' and another file titled 'Ramon'.
I began to wonder, 'who is Ramon?... wasn't Ramon an old college boyfriend?.... You'd met him before hadn't you?.... wasn't he that tall guy that came over to our dinner party afew years ago?....That's right, they were awfully chatty that night.... Remember she told you not to worry about him?... she said he was 'just an old friend'...... they were certainly chummy that night..... why is there a file named 'Ramon'? and why had she kept it after all these years?..... Was it a poem or a song he performed?' ..... 'Didn't she mention her ex boyfriend was in a band in college?'..... 'Why had she kept this file for 15 years?'.....
Curiosity got the better of me, I clicked on the file.
There was no sound. It was a very old file, filmed on an ancient phone perhaps. The picture was very poor, very pixelated.
But I could make it out. Clear as day.
At first, all I could see was a typical college dorm room, circa 2002 perhaps. It was messy, with an ancient Mac on a desk nearby, scattered study materials, posters of Blink 182, and that guy who played Darth Vader from those awful Star Wars prequels. I soon realized, this may have been Rebecca's dorm room.
It was interesting to see how an 18 year old Rebecca lived. Especially since she was so neat and tidy now.
All of a sudden, Rebecca came into view. She radiated youth, fresh-faced and giddy. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was speaking with an impish grin. Obviously to the person recording. She was wearing an oversized hockey jersey. She looked to cute and innocent. Then it hit me, it was 'Ramon' filming, it had to have been. She seemed happy, I had no idea what she was saying, but I could tell there was playful banter.
Then all of a sudden, she crouched down, coming closer to the camera. God she was beautiful. So insatiable, so incredible. I was shaking, afraid and even alittle excited of what I was about to see.
It was then that I realized, this was a sextape.
The camera tiled down. What came into view took my breath away.
A very large, very erect penis came into view. It had to have been at least 8, maybe even 9 inches long. Furthermore, it was thick, almost like a burrito. It was dark brown, covered in thick blue veins. The head was bulbous, think and purple. Rebecca held it with both hands, one hand ontop of the other. It was really quite impressive. I could tell she was excited, giddy, impressed and maybe even alittle intimidated by it. I could tell she was aroused, this mammoth cock turned her on, the very sight of it made her shudder in excitement. I could tell. Her hands looked so tiny by comparison. His cock was so fat and thick, she couldn't even make a fist around it.
She looked up at him in approval and admiration. It was then that I realized, she'd never given me that look. Ever.
I couldn't help but make comparisons between the cock on screen and my own slender shaft. Whenever she held my erection, I disappeared in her hand. On a good day, I barely reached four and a half inches. I knew I was little, she knew I was little and she'd always told me that 'she didn't care' and that 'it didn't matter'. I knew now that it was all bullshit. My dick was short, it was thin and it was pink. In the video, the cock she was holding with both hands was more than double my size, in both length and girth.
As she jerked off the monster cock, she looked directly at the camera, continuing to talk, joke and laugh. I wished I could make out what she was saying. She seemed drunk with excitement as she took the tip of the monster cock in her mouth.
I was perplexed.
Rebecca had never given me a blowjob, not even when we first started dating. She said it was disgusting and demeaning. Now, I was watching a video of my young hot wife blowing a cock as big as her forearm. I felt sick to my stomach.
