This is a story about cheating and cuckolding, if you don't like that storyline, please don't read this story and then bitch later. I would like to thank Kenji Sato for editing this story. I think he did a great job
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I'm Dave, I am 27 years old, I'm 5'9" tall, 170 lbs, average looking. I am just an average guy. Except my dick which is slightly smaller than average, it's five inches long and thin.
My dick is not a lot smaller than average. But being smaller than average is not that good for a man's self confidence or ego. I am also a grower, not a shower, so when I'm soft it appears quite small. I have always been very modest and self- conscious about the size of my dick. In the showers after gym class, in public restrooms, or even taking a leak outside with other guys around.
Men with big cocks, have a different attitude, it's what I call being cocksure and women are instinctively and biologically attracted to men who have that cocksure attitude, it's probably a deep seated biological driver to women for mating and producing children. In high school, it seemed these cocksure bastards could fuck any girl, any time.
I was still a virgin at eighteen, when I started dating the girl of my dreams. Ann was also eighteen, and still a virgin. We had been in the same class together, but didn't really know each other until we started going out. Ann is 5'4" tall, 120 lbs, she is cute, has really curly blonde hair cut very short, perfect 34" B cup tits with pokey pink nipples, which look like they are always trying to push through her shirts, a thin waist flaring out to her sexy hips. She almost always wears tight jeans, which accents and shows off her hips and ass. It is a rare man that can stop himself from taking a second look, or even a long lingering look at her ass.
We were each others first and learned about sex by practicing, lots and lots of practice. We would almost always have intercourse missionary. A lot of the time, I would suck her titties, until she pushed on the top of my head and I would slide down her body and eat her out for a long time, building her tension up before we would fuck. It seemed that was the only way I could make her moan out in climax.
We fell deeply in love and got married two years later. Ann had a religious upbringing and was quite conservative, she really enjoyed sex, but our sex life was quite vanilla. She was quiet and didn't move much when we had sex. I had heard other men talk about women who would go wild while having sex, that they would thrust their hips lewdly on their drive to climax. They would talk dirty, saying nasty, arousing things and screaming loudly when climaxing.
I have always wondered if it was fair to my wife, to never have had the chance to experience other men, men with bigger cocks. I always wondered if a better lover with a bigger cock would have awakened a different Ann in the bedroom. I had often fantasized, about and secretly desired, to watch her be with men that were better lovers, that had bigger cocks and could give her more excitement and satisfaction.
Ann had three girlfriends Janet, Mary and Jean, that she had grown up with. A couple of times a month, the four of them would get together for a girl,s night out. They would wear jeans, cowboy shirts and boots and go out to country & western bars for drinks and they all loved line dancing. I liked that my wife could spend time with her friends, who were married, except for Janet, I didn't really trust Janet, she had always been a huge slut.
About six years after we got married, one evening Ann sat down beside me on the couch and said, "Dave we need to talk." I put my book down and thought, oh shit. Tears welled up in Ann's eyes and she started "Dave I am so, so sorry; but I have to tell you this, I cheated on you." I just looked at her wondering what I had just heard, I thought I might throw up, as her words started to sink in. I couldn't react, I just sat there.
Ann started crying, as my mind tried to grasp what was happening, finally what came out of my mouth was "With who?"
"John."
John, my mind was racing, John, what the fuck, I couldn't stand John. John was a year ahead of us in high school. He was the quarterback of the football team. All of the girls wanted to be with John. He was so complimentary and sweet to all the girls, because they were all targets to be his next conquest, girls are sometimes so dumb. John was a bullying asshole, to all the guys that weren't jocks.
John was tall and handsome, an arrogant bastard, he was so cocksure. My mind raced. Cocksure. Holy fuck, I had seen his cock. John and I had worked together in the local grocery store, after school. One day at work I was taking a piss in a urinal in the restroom, I heard a laugh, I turned to look and John was at the next urinal, looking at my dick with a big smile on his face and giggling. I looked down and John was holding the biggest cock I have ever seen. My face turned red, I was so humiliated. He had laughed at my dick, and now the arrogant bastard had fucked my wife. I stood up, leaving my wife on the couch and walked out the door.
I went outside and started walking, my mind was going a hundred miles an hour, I had never told my wife about John humiliating me. If I had done so, she would have hated him, too, and now he had given me the ultimate humiliation, he had fucked my wife. Maybe I should kill him.
Like I said, thoughts were coursing through my mind. My wife had cheated on me. I loved my wife. She had fucked a man I hated. Ann was the one and only love of my life. John had fucked my wife with his huge cock. I wonder if she liked it? Fuck, I'm a dumbass, of course she liked it. How many times had he fucked her? Had he cum in her? Does she love that asshole? Does she love that cock of his? Did he target my wife because she was mine, and he wanted to humiliate me some more? Finally I walked home. Ann was in bed, and I could hear her crying. I lay down on the couch and slept fitfully.
