Cheating Size Queen

I was putting a few last-minute revisions on my book, which had been accepted for publication by a respected publishing house. I was very proud of the book, a culmination and expansion of several articles I had written over the years about toxic masculinity. I heard a car pull into the driveway, and through the window I saw our VW pull in, and my husband getting out with a bag of groceries.

When Mike came through the door, I said, "All done!"

He paused for a moment, then his cute face broke into a wide smile.

"Your book?"

"Yes!" I grinned, and we high-fived each other.

"I'm so proud of you," he said. "You're brilliant."

"Yes!" I said again, grinning.

"Then let's celebrate," he said. "I bought steaks and wine."

"Life's good," I agreed.

After dinner, we sat in the backyard, taking in the fine September weather. I looked at Mike and twirled my wine around in the glass. He was watching some swallows flutter around at the south end of the yard, and I was looking at him. Just the sight of my husband made me smile. Not because he is gorgeous or anything: he is average-looking, a little bit on the small side, but he is the best man I know. Smart, kind-hearted, funny, sweet....I absolutely adore him.

He noticed me smiling at him, and smiled back. "What?" he said.

"I'm in love with you," I told him.

He smiled back affectionately, and gently took my hand. But he seemed slightly distant, troubled even.

"What's wrong, Mike?"

He shook his head. "Oh, nothing really."

"Tell me, sweetheart."

He sighed. "It's David. Fucking asshole."

I threw up my hands. Just the thought of David, my husband's boss, could exasperate me. I disliked the man even more than my husband does. He's a big, confident man, and he is also an enormous jackass. He is quite disrespectful to Mike, which is the primary reason I dislike him. But he's also famously sexist, so that had long been a point against him too, in my view.

"He called me a pussy today," Mike said, looking angry at maybe slightly embarrassed.

"What!" I couldn't believe my own ears. "Mike, your boss is not allowed to say that to you!"

"I know," he sighed.

"You have to take this to HR," I said.

He laughed, but in a humorless way. "Can't. He's fucking Amanda, who is our HR rep."

I shook my head. "The boss is having sex with the HR rep? That's insanely against the rules!"

"Plus she's married," Mike said. "Anyway, to hell with it, I'll just move on."

I rubbed his hand, and gave him a warm kiss. "Yes, to hell with him. You're awesome.....oh shit! Oh, I actually forgot!"

"The party," Mike said, sighing and nodding.

Every September, we have a little solstice party. It means nothing: just an excuse to get together with friends and drink too much. It was less than a week away. A few of my university colleagues come, as does most of the small crew from Mike's office. And unfortunately, David.

"Disinvite him," I said.

Mike shrugged. "That sounds exceedingly awkward."

I kissed him again. "It'll be fine," I said. "We'll make the best of it."

A couple of our friends arrived early, and they were helping Mike out in the kitchen, preparing snacks and prepping for the BBQ, while I showered. I looked at my naked body in the mirror, and I admit I liked what I saw. I'm proud of my body. It's an hourglass, with average-sized, nicely-shaped breasts, a slender waist, delicate arms. My ass is maybe a little on the big side, but I don't care at all: it's also firm and shapely. I've seen men staring surreptitiously at my butt more times than I can count, and I enjoy that, honestly. My feminist principles don't stop me from enjoying male attention.

I put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, deciding against a bra. I rarely wear bras. I made my way downstairs just as more guests were arriving.

I noticed David's Mercedes pull up and park on the street. I rolled my eyes, almost instinctively. I figured he was going to dominate conversation, and I was exactly correct. He is 6'3 or so, and striking. Big shoulders, a chest you can tell is strong even in a suit. But today he wore jeans and a t-shirt, like me.

I could see that the women--all of them at our party--spent a lot of time looking him. This made me shake my head to myself. Yes, he is gorgeous. But he's also a mean, sexist asshole. And he was complete;y ignoring Mike....at our own party!

At around 6, Mike stationed himself at the BBQ and started cooking burgers and sausages and chicken legs. The smoke wafted around the yard, and beer and wine were flowing liberally. I was talking to my colleague, Jenna, congratulating her on her upcoming wedding. She was marrying Ed, also a colleague. They were both forty, and Jenna had confided to me that she had been getting nervous over the past couple of years about her single status.

"It's not that I need a man, don't get me wrong....but between you and me, I'm very happy i landed one!"

Now I congratulated her again. "Ed's a great guy," I said, and she nodded.

"He really is. Very considerate and loving. That's what a woman my age really needs."

I couldn't disagree with that. Mike is the same way. He buys me flowers, he does more house-cleaning than I do (by a long shot, to be honest). He rubs my feet when I'm tired. I'm crazy about him.

If there's any weak point at all to our marriage, I must admit it's in the bedroom. He loves sex, but it's not exactly his primary talent. He adores my pretty body, but is not able to make it respond very intensely. He never lasts more than three or four minutes....and his penis is small.

I had only ever had sex with three men before I met Mike. And of course none since. These three men did not really stand out as sexual experts, nor were any of them particularly well-endowed. I'd estimate them as average, with penises probably between five and six inches. But in my memory they all seemed positively large compared to my loving husband. And they could last longer for sure.

Honestly I didn't care very much. Mike is so loving and devoted that any...shortcomings...are easily overlooked.

Finally, Mike had fed everybody, and he and I sat side by side at the picnic table, munching on burgers. He gave my thigh a rub, and I leaned in and kissed his ear.

Ed approached us, downing the last of his burger. "Have you seen Jenna?"

Mike and I both shook our heads. "Maybe the bathroom?" I offered.

Ed shook his head. "I haven't seen her in, like, twenty minutes." He walked away, taking out his phone and texting.

I grabbed a tray of dishes and brought them inside. I was putting them in the sink when I glanced across the kitchen and noticed that the door leading into our garage was slightly ajar. And I heard something, voices, faint.

I walked over casually, about to close the door, and peeked quickly into the garage.

And this is the moment where my life changed forever.

My friend Jenna was in there with my husband's boss, David.

They were fucking.

They were both completely naked, and even in that moment I had cause to wonder at this.

They had put our old air mattress on the concrete garage floor. Jenna was on all fours, and David was pounding her, hard, from behind. Her breasts were bouncing back and forth rapidly as David pistoned in and out.

I had heard only faint voices from the kitchen, because Jenna's panties were stuffed into her mouth.

But the slap-slap-slapping of David's muscular stomach against Jenna's upturned buttocks was quite loud.

I stood in shock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Jenna was my friend...and so was Ed, her fiancee, who was looking for her while the biggest jerk I've ever met was fucking her hard. David's powerful back caught my eye, muscles rippling, and his (honestly spectacular) buttocks clenched and flexed.

David grabbed her hair into a top-knot and pulled back, and leaned forward, forcing Jenna to look up into his face while he screwed her with authority.

"You love that cock, don't you?" he said.

Jenna moaned in the obvious affirmative, muffled by the panties bunched in her mouth.

"I own your pussy now," he said, and she groaned from deep in her belly

There's no sense, nor reason, in denying: I was suddenly and extremely aroused. Everything about the scene before me drove me wild: the slapping of skin against skin, the rawness of the scene....and David's body. Simply unreal.

And then, the true moment that began my personal unbecoming happened.

David pulled out of Jenna, and unceremoniously, with one powerful arm, flipped her onto her back. And there it was.

David's penis.

I basically swooned. His manhood was huge. I automatically thought about Mike's penis, because it seemed obvious and natural to compare. Mike is a little less than five inches, and I noted that David is easily a strong ten inches. (It's actually eleven inches, as I later found out. That's another story.) David's cock was huge, you see, and veiny. It had a very slight upward curve, arching out and up, fat, long. Menacing.

I was mesmerized. David's cock was the most arousing thing I've ever seen. I literally became a size queen in that instant.

My hungry eyes trailed all the way down that towering, fleshy stalk and settled on his testicles. His balls were enormous, and the word "masculinity" was for some reason searing itself into my brain.

Jenna was looking at him with an expression of abject submission. Slowly, she spread her thighs, her bare feet lifting up and out.

From this angle, I could see the union of genitals like I couldn't before. The large, reddish helmet opening her labia and then spreading open her pink hole.

Her welcoming, amazed groan was actually beautiful.

David sank his mammoth cock all the way in. He pulled out slowly, taking a while because of his size, and then slamming it into her hard, once. He did this again and again, making Jenna screech and squeal and writhe. And then he started fucking her fast and hard. Again, the sound of their sweating bodies slapping together was making me feel more than aroused. Something beyond simple arousal. Primal. A powerful male conquering a weaker man's woman.

And some secret part of me, long dormant, celebrated this idea.

I was rubbing my pussy now. How could I not? I could already sense my own orgasm approaching, more quickly than I think I've ever experienced.

David pulled Jenna's panties from her mouth, and leaned in, his big, chiseled face only inches from hers, and still slamming into her, he said,"

"I'm coming to your fucking wedding, and I'm going to fuck you on your wedding night."

Jenna started to scream into the paradise of her obviously mind-blowing orgasm, and David softly put a hand over her mouth to dampen the noise. His big balls slapped rhythmically against her ass, and I swear I wanted them so bad. Great big balls. They were the base of masculinity. They were manhood made manifest.

A comparison with my husband once again flashed through my mind. But there really was no comparison.

Ten minutes ago I would have shown nothing but disdain for this self-entitled, arrogant man, who bullied everyone. Including my own husband!

Now I imagined my self behind him, on my belly, my head lifted so that his huge, sweaty balls would slap into my face on every outstroke, as he pulled multiple orgasms out of my friend.

That's when i came, biting my own arm to stifle the moans.

As i came down a little from my orgasmic high, still watching David fucking Jenna into oblivion, I wondered what in the hell had gotten into me? Why was I feeling this way? Why was I so incredibly aroused by this man?

David groaned loudly, and started fucking her harder. Then he jerked, giving her pussy a few good, hard strokes, and I could tell he was cumming. Unloading his balls into her. Seeding her.

I was suddenly and instantly aroused again.

David pulled his cock out of her, producing a wet slushy sound, and smacked his cock against her sloppy, dilated cunt. He smiled at her affectionately, and she smiled back. Looking dazzled.

"If you're going to parade that sweet ass around in those tight yoga pants, this is the consequence," he said, still smiling. Jenna giggled.

I crept away quietly, dazed by what I'd witnessed. I went into our bedroom and closed the door. I needed to be alone for a minute. I sat on the bed. My legs felt weak from my explosive orgasm. I felt shaky and unsure. I looked across the room, at my reflection in the mirror. Who was I?

I could not get the image of David's enormous cock out of my mind. I felt envious of Jenna. I truly did.

I went to the dresser and opened a drawer. I thought of the last thing David had said. It had been a joke, really. Casual. Or maybe half a joke?

I thought for a minute, as if weighing a momentous decision.

I went out and sat beside my husband, a grabbed a beer from the cooler on the table. I kissed him warmly on the mouth.

"I see you've changed into yoga pants," he said.