Dan and Jill married young, yet even as they entered their forties, they still felt as youthful as the day they met. Like many couples, they had spent years working toward life's milestones--a cozy home, reliable cars, and careers that gave them both purpose and stability.
They lived near Lake Michigan, where the shoreline stretched endlessly, offering no shortage of sandy retreats. Jill, a high school teacher, cherished the slower pace of summer, relishing the chance to unwind. Dan, on the other hand, worked in technology and often had to travel, sometimes gone for a day or two each week.
Jill adored the beach, but she had little interest in the crowded, popular spots. The idea of being so exposed, especially with the possibility of running into her students, made her uneasy. Luckily, having spent her entire life in the area, she had discovered a secluded stretch of shoreline--her own little hidden paradise.
Dan had always been uneasy about her going alone, especially to such a deserted place. "You never know who might show up," he'd say, half-joking, half-serious. But Jill would always reassure him, reminding him that she was comfortable there, that it was her escape.
Jill was beautiful, with soft curves that had only grown more striking with age. Yet, despite her attractiveness, she had always been modest--grounded in a conservative upbringing that made her feel more comfortable blending in than standing out. That was why the events of that afternoon shook her so deeply.
Dan arrived home from a business trip, eager to shed his work clothes and settle back into the rhythm of home. As he tossed his bag onto the bed and pulled on a T-shirt, he heard Jill's car pull into the driveway. Smiling, he headed downstairs to greet her.
The moment she stepped through the door, he knew something was off. There was a look in her eyes--subtle, but enough to set off an alarm in his gut.
"You okay?" he asked, his brows knitting together.
Jill caught the concern in his voice and quickly forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." She hesitated. "It's just... something weird happened at the beach today."
Dan's body tensed. "Weird how?"
"There was a man there," she admitted, shifting uncomfortably. "He didn't do anything--just sat nearby. But it threw me off. I don't usually see anyone out there."
Dan exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. He knew how men thought. It didn't sit right with him.
"You sure he wasn't watching you?"
"I don't know," Jill said honestly. "I tried not to overthink it. He never spoke to me. Never got too close. But... something about him unsettled me."
Dan's jaw tightened. "Jill, this is exactly what I was talking about. You're out there alone, and--"
"I know," she cut in, already sensing the lecture coming. "I was just caught off guard, that's all. I left not long after."
Dan studied her, debating whether to press further. He had a million questions--what did the guy look like? How long had he been there? Had he followed her? But Jill's patience was thinning, and he knew her well enough to back off--for now.
Still, in her description of her afternoon, something she said that he just could not stop thinking about.
One of her answers kept repeating itself in his head, however. "He was bigger soft than you are hard."
Dan's mind was whirring in sexual turmoil as he replayed his wife's description of her afternoon at the beach.
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 her comment.
After Jill's sharing her exposure to the stranger at the beach he was embarrassed to find his cock rock hard and he had an overwhelming urge to masturbate. Throughout that evening his mind kept playing Jill's words on the stranger's size and he hoped Jill didn't noticed his arousal, part of him wanted to run to the bathroom and stroke himself to orgasm.
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 wanted to quickly run upstairs to change, but was surprised to find her husband home. Luckily, she had a cover up as she was shocked to find that her modest one-piece swimsuit liner was noticeably soaked leaving a visible wet spot at the crotch.
Over the next few days, Jill tortured herself over her reaction to "Mr. Big" 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, as well.
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 them remarking on how endowed their lovers were, but until this point, she never considered what it might be like to be with someone larger. 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 especially after admitting seeing the stranger's size.
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 from the top of her fist, 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 her husband was definitely less than 6 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.
As Jill got ready for bed, she wished her husband was home to give her some satisfaction instead of being on another business trip. As a married woman she felt some guilt from her body's response from what she saw at the beach. Her husband let her know that it was normal and how he found it erotic as he always loved the idea of her being a hot wife.
Jill fell asleep with so much on her mind as she drifted off to sleep. Soon her dreams began, she dreamed she was leaving school and someone came and guided her into their van with no side windows.
Jill knew who the men were, so she was not frightened. She wanted to tell them to let her go, but she could not talk or run away. She felt a bit like she was drugged, but had full use of her body.
They drove a little out of town to a warehouse and guided her out. There were a few other cars in the parking lot, but again she never felt in harm's way.
They opened the door and it looked a bit like a film studio where they had 3 different sets. She was guided to the set where there was a couch in an open room. Behind the couch was a green screen, in front were a few lights and a couple of men operating a camera. Jill immediately recognized Mr. Big and she recognized a few co-workers behind the camera.
Jill was guided by Mr. Big into the middle of the floor. Behind her was a couch where there was an old boyfriend, Randy sitting clothed, watching.
Mr. Big asked if she was comfortable and she nodded. He then walked around her, stopping in front of her. Jill was in typical teacher clothes: skirt, blouse, vest, and sandals. Jill noticed a wooden chair at the side of her as he took off her vest and folded it and put it on the chair.
Jill was pleasantly surprised at the civility as she noticed that he folded it. Jill saw that he was not rough at all, but kind, smart, and the leader based on how everyone did as he said.
Mr. Big smiled at her and told her how pretty she is as he slowly unbuttoned each button of her blouse. When undone he removed it and folded it, revealing her in her black bra.
Jill sees herself standing there in front of the cameras with Mr. Big continuing to slowly undress her and Randy sitting and watching on the couch. This dream felt so different to Jill as she was unable to scream or resist him. She was very much aware of everything that was happening to her.
Mr. Big was pleasantly surprised that underneath the conservative outer clothing she wore such sexy lingerie. Jill felt his eyes on her and blushed from the attention. This dream was pretty vivid and she could easily see she was wearing black lingerie, a color she often wears when she is feeling the greatest desire for sex with Dan.
