Maryanne and I were married when we were twenty-two. She claimed to be a virgin, but I always thought twenty-two was old for a virgin. Maryanne was not a beauty queen, but as the daughter of a French mother and a Spanish man, Maryanne was tiny and had the perfect body for a girl weighing 98 pounds. In addition to her body, she was intelligent and had a shy and thoughtful manner.
Before marriage, I had been in the Army for three years. I had dated and had sex with virgins to widows. I found the first night in bed with my wife a disappointment. When I entered my wife's pussy, she was not the virgin she claimed to be. I had recently dated a divorcee with two children, and my new wife had the pussy of a woman similar to the divorcee. Not only was she not a virgin, but if her cunt were a car, it would be classified as pre-owned. It was not that I was looking for a virgin that bothered me. It was the fact that she had lied.
Yet, I thought with all the good things she had to offer; the sex would get better. It did not. She would submit but never indicated she desired sex and seemed to be glad when it was over. As time went by I, felt I had to negotiate for sex and believed she found more pleasure in her cell phone.
After years of hearing reasons, postponements, and flat rejections, I gave up. Fifteen years drag by with occasional sex, and suddenly we are both thirty-seven years old. People thought we were the perfect couple as we both pretended to be someone else in public. I graduated from watching sports to playing golf.
She knew I watched pornography and never paid any attention until one night, I was in bed, and she glanced at the picture I was watching. It showed a well-built young man with a very long white cock twice my girth and much longer.
"Is that real?" she asked.
"It's real," I answered. "Just very rare."
It was her first remark of a sexual nature in years, and my mind kept going back to that moment, and I began to think that my average dick was the problem.
I had met Tony on a golf course. Often strangers would be teamed together, and that's what happened with us. He was younger than me, at twenty-six. Yet, he had the maturity of a man much older. He was highly handsome at about six-two and two hundred and twenty pounds with a chiseled body that he worked on several times a week. I found out through a common friend that he was a gigolo, a man who has sex with older women for money. He also worked as an escort which at times included sex.
That explained to me the chiseled body and manners around women. He was always in a seductive attitude with women of any age. It had become second nature for him, and it gave me an idea of testing my theory.
One day, I approached Tony and explained that my wife and I had no sexual life but recently had shown an interest in a large cock. In essence, I offered to hire him to seduce my wife. Somewhat reluctant, he explained that his clientele was usually frustrated older women just looking for a good time away from their husbands. They just wanted him for a good fuck and required no seduction. I reminded him that where ever we were, he was seductive. In the end, however, knowing how hot my wife looked and needing the money, he agreed. He conditioned that with I would be responsible for setting it up.
There is a mirror on our bedroom dresser that faces the bathroom door. If the bathroom door was open, you could see into the dressing room when entering the bedroom. I had stood at our bedroom door many times and watched Maryanne dress and undress and then, for relief, had to jack off.
One night, she came home, and I was sitting in the living area and mentioned that Tony was here, and she said "Okay" as she headed for the bathroom. When she reached the door, she saw him in the mirror and stopped. However, Maryann did not turn around immediately. Tony, who knew she would be coming, was standing outside the shower nude. He was drying his hair, and a towel covered his face and hair. Below was the well-chiseled body with a muscular chest, flat stomach, and a long well-rounded cock. He had made sure that he was half-hard when she entered so it would look larger and longer.
Afraid that he would see her, she turned and came back into the living room. Her face flushed, her perfect little breasts rising and falling quickly.
Tony came out dressed and thanked me for letting him take a shower. Maryanne was quieter than usual, seeming deep in thought, and did not participate in the conversation as usual.
A few weeks later, I decided to make a move. It started with me announcing to Maryanne that Tony would be stopping by for drinks early Saturday afternoon. Always proper, she was dressed when he arrived. She had dressed to emphasize her petite body.
Alcohol can go very far in reducing inhibitions. However, Maryanne was aware that she had to watch her alcohol intake because of her weight. The alcohol hit her hard and changed her personality dramatically, so she would often water down anything she was drinking.
I fixed the first drinks that evening, pouring a little vodka in her wine. Two drinks later, she is slightly glassy-eyed and giggling. Tony is smothering her with compliments. She did look good, with a short dress and the flirtatious manner of a younger woman. Tony's complements always bordered on the sexual and hinted at how much small women drew the sexual attention of men. He would adjust his cock to let her know he was turned on and did so when she looked. It was somewhere at this point I no longer existed.
Finally, Tony stood up and walked over to stand in front of her and pulled her to her feet. "Just how tall are you?" He asked as he pulled her body close against him.
The top of her head came below his chin, her breasts were pressed into his tight stomach muscles, and his cock was touching just below her pelvic bone. He held her there for longer than it took for a quick measurement, and I could see him slowly moving his cock against her mound and inner thigh. An ordinary woman, I thought, would be getting her panties wet, but with Maryanne, I had no idea what turned her on.
