My relationship with my husband, Tom, is changing dramatically, so I went on line the other day to see what other wives think about a husband with a small penis. I was shocked with the number of letters. In particular, I read this posting:
"My husband has a small penis (around 4 1/4" hard). I've learned to love his little thing. I know he's embarrassed about it. One time I talked him to letting me shave it, it was so cute and next to my hairy bush he looked so small & pale. I even have pictures! One time (just because I wanted to see her face) I left a picture of him clean shaven in all of his tiny glory in our album where his mother could see it. She was pretty embarrassed but then had a good laugh... has anyone else ever done anything like this to their boyfriends or husbands?"
That posting prompted me to write my story. I am Vicky. I had very little sexual experience before I met my husband to be. I had only been with two other boys. Both boys had a nice penis, but they each came within the first minute or two and it was not very good (each boy noted that my pussy was really tight). When I met my husband I knew that his penis was smaller than the others I had seen (and felt), but he lasted at least five minutes and sex with him was a much more pleasant experience.
To fully appreciate what has happened, you have to know that Tom is a big brawny Irishman, about 6'1", about 210 lbs. And is 29 years old (although he looks older). Tom always referred to me as his "little honey." I am only 5'2" (OK, 5'1-1/2"), with long strawberry blonde hair. Although I am 24, people tell me I still look 15 years old (In fact, although I never told Tom, a saleslady once asked me if Tom was my Father).
I married Tom because he is simply the most loving and caring man, a lot like my own Father. For the first year of our marriage, I really enjoyed making love to Tom. He was always eager to please me and his penis felt just right in my very tight little pussy. Then I got pregnant and my body began to change. My breasts, which were always small, got big and my soft pink nipples became thick and long when excited. My desire for sex increased and my pussy got wetter and seemed bigger. For the first time I became frustrated with my husband's small dick. I realized that I was becoming a woman, and even though he looked like a man, he was still a boy.
As I got bigger and the angles for sex became limited, I could hardly feel his small penis in my now large pussy. Since he no longer felt any friction, my husband was also disappointed. To keep him happy, I began to give him oral sex (something I rarely did before). To my surprise, I really enjoyed it. While his small dick did nothing for my pussy, I loved his little thing in my mouth. I would masturbate myself while I sucked him. This was the best sex of my life. Controlling his little penis with my mouth, rather than having him jab at my pussy, was very exciting. Feeling him squirm and whimper gave me an incredible sense of power and control. I would set the pace, all the time manipulating my engorged clit. When I wanted, I would guide his face to my wet pussy and instruct him how to lick me. I started to orgasm, which I then realized I had never done before.
About three months after the baby was born, my sex drive returned. We returned to our pre-baby routine of me sucking his pee-pee while I masturbated myself and, if I was in the mood, push his face down to my wet sex and let him lick me. If he hadn't cum in my mouth, he would then finish himself off in my now very wet and engorged pussy. At these times I never felt his small cock inside me (the only way I knew he was finished was when he rolled off me).
I really did like to suck his small penis, but I hated his public hairs in my mouth. One night, on a whim, just as I was about to take him into my mouth, I told my hubby that I think I would enjoy sucking his cock more if he would shave off all of his pubic hair. Well, he ran into to the bathroom as if I had told him that there was gold in the toilet. I couldn't believe that he would shave off his pubic hair at my mere suggestion. I got a rush. While he was in the bathroom, I changed into a see through nightie. My thick nipples easily pressed through the material and I wantonly spread my legs and began to play with my hairy pussy. When he came out, his diminutive, hairless penis made me giggle. I thought he would be hurt, but his little thing became rigid in response to my laughter. I held out my arms, and said, "Come here baby, let Mommy take care of your little pee-pee." Even as I said it, I thought I had insulted him, but he ran to the side of the bed and stood waiting for my next direction. My thought was that he looked like a tall boy waiting for a physical from the sexy school nurse. It was a prophetic thought. I licked his hairless sack and dick while I played with myself. He came quickly. When he did I spread my legs even further. Without prompting, he buried his face in my pussy and ate me better than ever before.
Our other main activity was his sucking my breasts after I feed the baby. Tom always liked to suck my tits, but since the baby, my nipples are so much thicker and longer. I often saw Tom stare at me while the baby nursed. One time the baby feel asleep while feeding and I really needed to drain my milk. Tom was watching. I carried the baby to his crib, my tits still hanging out of my shirt. I saw Tom was sitting in a chair, looking at my swaying tits. I noticed the small tent in his PJ's. I walked back to the right side of his chair, rubbing the lower side of my tits and pulling on my nipples. "I hate when the baby falls asleep while nursing," I said. "My tits fill up with milk and its gets uncomfortable." I was still pulling on my nipples, milk started to leak from my left tit. Without another word I gave my left nipple one more pull then moved forward so that my left tit was just inches from Tom's waiting mouth. I pressed forward and Tom opened his mouth and accepted my mother's milk.
As my milk started to flow, Tom really began to suck. When he finished with my left tit, I sat on his lap and feed him my right tit. As he sucked, I felt his little erection. I moved aside my panties and fished his penis out of his PJ's and into my pussy. I did not move up and down. I just sat on his little cock, gently rocking while Tommy nursed. As my right tit drained, I think I felt him cum. I cooed, "That's my boy." And moved off when his soft penis limply fell from my pussy.
This went on for a few more months. I would make one or two comments about "Tommy's" small, hairless penis and he would fall right into a little boy role. He routinely sucked me dry after I nursed the baby (although I did not always sit on his lap). He seemed to enjoy the light teasing and we were having fun. Then my pussy began to ache for something more than my fingers and a good licking. We would try to have "normal sex," but it wasn't good for either of us. One night before sex I discussed this with Tom and, although he was embarrassed, he was also anxious to please me. I even thought that the entire conversation about his inability to make me cum with his small dick excited him. When I suggested that I might discuss the issue with my Mother, Donna, who is nurse, I expected Tom to protest, but his penis seemed to jump at the idea, and he simply said, "OK" then dipped his head down and began to suck on my extended nipple.
Without describing our activities, I told my Mother that since the baby my body hadn't really gone back to normal.
"What do you mean?" My Mother asked.
"You know," I stammered, "I'm not as . . . tight as I use to be."
"Oh," she pondered, "I suspect not. I had forgotten about that. You and I are built very much alike. Before I had your brother I had a very tight little twat and a flat chest. But after having a baby my chest stayed big and my tight little twat turned into a very big pussy," Mother laughed. I was taken aback by my mother's graphic language. As a nurse she had always been very practical and direct, but never crude. She sensed my reaction and continued, "Oh don't be a prude. We are both mature women now. Both mothers with sexual needs. If we can't talk to each other, who can we talk to?" I nodded. She continued, "I remember after the baby your father and I had to redefine our sex life. Your father had a nice build, but after the baby he just didn't . . . fill me up the way he use to." Mother then gave me a tentative look and continued, "Considering that Tom has such a small penis to start, you must be super frustrated."
"Mother!" I exclaimed, "How do you know anything about Tom's penis?"
"I'm a nurse, sweetheart. I've seen him at pool parties. Walking down the hall in his underwear at night. Do you think I am to old to look?" She laughed again.
Getting over my shock, my curiosity got the best of me and I asked, "What did. . . you and Dad do?"
"Well everything is individual dear. What works for us may not work for you." I must have looked dejected because she continued, "Why don't I come to your home on Saturday after work and we can discuss it some more. Do you think Tom will talk to me about it?"
"Well I told him that I was going to talk to you. He did not seem to mind." [I did not tell my Mother that Tom seemed excited by the idea].
My Mother arrived on Saturday afternoon in her nursing uniform. Now I have to tell you about my Mother. She is 46 years old. Her hair is a darker red than mine. She is short, like me, she has bigger breasts and her nipples poke through almost everything she wears. Mom looks her age, but she has that beautiful older woman look, something like Ann Margaret.
We sat for a few minutes while Tom got us all a drink. After some chit chat, Mom got right into it, "Tom, Vicky mentioned that since the baby, your sex life has changed and she asked me for advice. Is this OK to discuss with you? Or would you be too embarrassed?"
Tom was taken aback for a second, but answered, "No, I mean yes, we can discuss it." Tom fumbled, "You know, it is important to Vicky and I want to make her happy."
"That's what I love about you Tom. You always put my Vicky's needs over your own." Then my Mother moved next to Tom and sat on the ottoman. "Stand up for a second Tom, let me have a look at you." Tom stood up. Neither Tom nor I knew what was coming. "Now pull down your pants and let me examine you."