"Okay, so let me get this straight, You've given yourself a techno cock, that..." - "Well, technically it's a cybernetic, pleasure enhancer" - "Right okay, and I can do whatever I want with it?". He'd always showered Jen with gifts and surprises, but maybe this one was too much? Whatever John felt, this was a tricky one to explain.
John was the classic hopeless romantic, he was a firm believer that he'd meet "the one" and so far it seemed he had. John and Jen had been together for 3 years and were married for 2. Their relationship was almost perfect, but John knew that he was lacking in one area. Like the sword of Damocles, he feared that it could all end at any point if he didn't make a change.
He had only made Jen orgasm orally. He was a master with his tongue, and never failed to satisfy her, but when it came to penetration, he couldn't make her finish. They'd been working through their own kama sutra, trying every position you could think of, but so far, nothing had worked. Worse yet, he often couldn't last long enough to get to that point.
"I... Um well, heh I don't really know how to say it." He could hardly put his words together. "Babe, I know what this is about but how many times have I told you! I love you for you, I couldn't ask for a better man than you and I love the sex we have". She spoke with conviction, she knew John felt insecure about his sexual performance, but to her it didn't matter. He always left her satisfied one way or another and she'd sooner have a sweetheart like him who couldn't last 2 minutes than an asshole who had her screaming for hours. Besides, she liked his sensitivity, she found it charming.
Jen was taller than John, towering 6 feet to his 5,7. She had sheer dark hair which cascaded down to her waist, matched with her oak brown eyes. John was enamored with her, but in every way different. Short straggly blond hair with blue eyes, slender compared to her toned muscle. The only trait they shared was an air of femininity, John was never a traditional man, but he was sexy in a more modern sense, he still drove Jen wild. Because of this, most would see Jen as the man of the relationship as he could easily be overpowered by her size.
John sighed, dejected. "I couldn't help it, I love you so much and you're so perfect and I wanted to surprise you!", "You don't need to explain" she embraced him warmly, he felt like a child being consoled by his mother. "I just wish you'd told me!". After a moment, John looked up with a smile. "I know what you'd have said!", "I would have said no.", "Exactly! I want to satisfy you! And I can't right now", "What, because of your little cock?" John buried his head in her breasts, his cheeks burning.
John wasn't exactly small, maybe a touch below average, but he got off on being humiliated. He'd always watch submissive porn before he got with Jen. It was harmless at first, just some tease and denial, but as he grew so too did his kinks. Living alone, he dreamed of having a keyholder who'd feminize him, this always conflicted against his desire to be a "real man".
When they got together he labored to leave it behind. He concluded Jen would hate it and he was willing to sacrifice his silly kinks for her. Well, at least when she wasn't around.
He'd always been fairly cautious when she was out, confident that an incognito tab would be enough to keep him from being caught. As time went on his hubris grew, but one slip up was all it took for her to find a way in.