First of my name is Ty, I guess my life changed last year when my wife told me "we need to talk". She informed me that she had a fellow employee that a friendship turned into something more but it was over. She swore that it barely got physical and that they did not have sex but who the fuck knows. After a few months of trying to make it work we separate when I got an apartment a mile from the house. I couldn't figure out why she would have cheated. Our sex life was ok, I never had an issue with pleasing women including her, but she claimed it wasn't a physical thing that made her find someone else. I was in good physical shape for a 35 year old man, had all my hair and made a good living. That made little sense to me then but I would soon learn that what excite you could be many different things.
A week after I had moved out my wife called and asked if I had taken a box with some of our personal stuff with me. I had and she informed me that it contained some things she needed like her birth certificate and degree. She told me that her friend Erin would be stopping by to pick it up because she would be at work. Erin was her best looking friend and it wasn't even close. She was also her closest friend and too outspoken for my taste. I knew that she would run her mouth a little but I would shut her down if it got to be too much.
When Erin showed up I was trying to unpack some of my stuff and make a bachelor pad after 14 years of married life. She looked so fucking hot with her long brown curly hair pulled into a pony tail and she was wearing jeans and plaid flannel shirt. She was the picture of the girl next door except her blue eyes are so stunning that it's hard to look directly into them. I'm not sure if it's because I find her that attractive or if her eyes actually hurt mine. Then she spoke.
"Do you have the box?" she said in a shitty tone.
"It's here somewhere but I haven't dug it out yet" I told her knowing that would piss her off.
She got agitated and started to mumble.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I said no wondering she fucked around on you. You are lazy, can't last two minutes and have a small dick!" She shouted.
I laughed at loud to that. I guess I totally expected something stupid and hurtful to come out of her mouth but not that.
"Well obviously you and Kim have never talked about our sex life. I couldn't cum in two minutes under any circumstance and there is nothing little about my dick." I told her amusingly.
"Why else would she screw around on you if you weren't small?" she made a gesture with her pinky like a limp dick.
I don't know what got into me, maybe it was my living situation or the fact that I was single or maybe I just didn't give a shit anymore but I pulled down my basketball shorts and my compression underwear to expose my semi erect cock. Here is a little back information on my penis; it measures 8" long and 8" in circumference, I have always called it 8 squared and my wife and buddies were the only ones who understood what I meant. My wife started calling me soda pop after she saw The Outsiders because she says it's the size of soda can, which it is. When I married my wife I had only slept with 4 women because I was embarrassed of my size and I had 2 women tell me that there was no way we were going to even try that. They both gave me a hand job and I left satisfied. So yes I have a big dick and that isn't why my wife screwed around.
