Dan's mind was whirring in sexual turmoil as he replayed his wife's description of her afternoon at the beach. Dan would often comment that he thought it was unwise of his young wife to go to the beach alone and this encounter simply solidified his warning. Granted, the stranger did nothing but sit near his wife, but he knew how men think. Once he was satisfied that she was in no danger, he asked his wife several probing questions about the encounter. Jill was getting a little annoyed at his persistence and he knew her well enough to stop his inquiry. One of her answers kept repeating itself in his head, however. "He was bigger soft than you are hard."
There it was the agonizing truth that Dan had always feared. He always felt a little cheated in the size of his cock and secretly wondered if Jill might enjoy something...well, something bigger. It was a crazy worry and the rational part of his brain knew he had nothing to fear but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the thought.
After Jill's story, he was embarrassed to find his cock semi-hard and he had an overwhelming urge to masturbate. Like a troubled schoolboy, he excused himself to the bathroom and stroked to orgasm in record time.
Jill was glad that Dan has stopped his inquisition. She was very uncomfortable with the situation and regretted telling her husband about it. Although she was a little frightened about the experience, she was more concerned about her physical reaction. On the drive home, she couldn't get the picture of that powerful bulge out of her head. Her well-endowed chest was flushed with sexual excitement and her nipples were painfully hard. When she arrived home, she quickly ran upstairs to change and was shocked to discover that her modest one piece swimsuit liner was literally soaked through at the crotch.
Over the next few days, Jill tortured herself over her reaction to "the animal" as she now thought of the man at the beach. Why was she feeling like this? She loved her husband with all her heart and would never betray him. Why couldn't she just forget it ever happened? In fact, nothing had happened. A man with a skimpy bathing suit had made her feel uneasy. So what? What was the big deal? Deep inside, she knew. "He was bigger soft than you are hard." The phrase kept repeating itself in her head.
Jill was a virgin when she met Dan and lived a fairly sheltered life having never seen another man naked, so she never gave size much thought. Jill had a few girlfriends with a lot more experience and occasionally she would recall on them remarking on how endowed their lovers were, but until this point she never gave size much thought. Now she kept wondering, "what if there is a difference?" Jill felt foolish for even entertaining such thoughts, but her curiosity got the better of her as she started surfing the web.
Jill was surprised to find so many sites out there regarding penis size. Jill had no idea what an average man was supposed to be or that it could vary so. Jill was curious how big Dan was, but knew he would wonder why she wanted to measure him. Jill thought about how she could measure Dan and recalled on how he enjoyed it when she would stroke him to get him excited. Jill knew that Dan would fill her one hand nicely with a little sticking out, so she opened her desk drawer and grabbed her ruler and gripped it to see where her hand reached. Jill was surprised to read that her fist measured 3 inches and that if Dan was average she could have filled both of her hands with his cock. Unfortunately for Dan, Jill just realized that he was no bigger than 4 ½ inches. Far less than what her friends probably experienced if they were just with an average guy, let alone like the man she saw at the beach. Jill never before compared what she had with her friends, but knowing this fact made her a bit envious.
Jill read with much interest stories she found on a web site where women would describe their experiences with their first big cock. Jill found their stories made her wet and began wondering how her body would react to something bigger. Jill knew she could not cheat on her husband, so she closed the web browser and committed to not giving this another thought.
Unfortunately for Jill, the nagging feeling deep in her womb would not go away. She even thought of buying a toy to satisfy her yearning, but decided to resist any temptation and to shift it out of her mind. After all, she and Dan had a very satisfying marriage and who knows if the stories that she read were really true.
The next weekend, Dan was leaving on a sales trip, one of several her husband had to take every year. Jill gave Dan a tight squeeze as she said goodbye to him and as soon as the door closed, one thought kept pounding through her head. Moving as if she were being controlled by some strong force, she packed a small bag and walked to her car.
She was going back to the beach.
During the short drive Jill almost turned around several times. She had no idea why she was doing this. To her, sex and love were inseparable and she couldn't imagine sex with anyone but Dan. Still, she was so curious. How could a penis be that large? How would something like that feel? Would I like it?
Even more surprising was how Jill was dressed this time. The last time she was at the beach she wore her usual conservative one-piece swimsuit, but underneath her cover-up she had on a bikini that she last wore for her husband on their last vacation. Jill normally dressed down her attributes, but in this bikini Jill left very little to the imagination as it showed off her natural 34D breasts, round bottom, and toned legs.
Jill reached the secluded parking lot and sat in her car for a long time. She almost started the car to leave but somehow couldn't bring herself to do it. She caught a glimpse of her eyes staring back at her in the rearview mirror. It brought her back from her contemplation. "What is the big deal? I'll lie out, catch some rays and go home." She rationalized that there was little chance the "animal" would be there and at the very least, she would enjoy a nice afternoon in the sun. After about twenty minutes she opened her car door and made the long trek to the isolated beach.
Jill made her way around the large dune that hid the entrance to the little cove she liked and froze. There he was; same spot, same revealing swimsuit. She suddenly felt weak and her legs started to tremble. Again, she almost turned back but some strange force pushed her toward the beach.
She set up her chair about twenty yards from "the animal" and tried to get comfortable. Her hands were shaking as she adjusted her sunglasses and peeked over to the man. He hadn't taken notice of her arrival but she somehow felt that he knew why she was there.
For about a half an hour, Jill tried to relax. The sexual tension she felt was almost unbearable as she adjusted her bikini and fidgeting in the chair. She felt so naked in her bikini and hoped no one else she knew would see her like this. Just as she started to think that the whole thing was just a silly compulsion of hers and that nothing was going to happen, the man shifted in his chair, looked over at her and smiled. Jill jerked her head straight and pretended not to notice. She could feel his eyes crawling all over her tight, exposed body. Her pink nipples were very erect and pushing painfully against her top. She felt the all-too-familiar tingling of arousal in her lower abdomen and a heat building between her legs. With the arousal came a tinge of guilt.
Suddenly, the cell phone in her beach bag rang. The ring startled her. It was Dan.
"Hey honey. What's going on," he asked her.
"Uh, nothing. Uh, I'm just at the mall. You know, running errands," she responded nervously.
His words seemed to be drowned out by the action she was witnessing. "The animal" was moving. He lifted himself out of the chair and walked purposely over to her. Under the cover of her sunglasses, she looked between his legs and stared at the cruel bulge that had been torturing her mind over the past few days.
"Honey, are you listening to me?" Dan's voice on the line was demanding.
In her free ear, he whispered with authority, "I knew you'd come back."
