After months of being reminded we didn't have a name for his half a foot of fun, I had to start really looking at his penis and define its essence. Just what was unique about it? What made it a special in the world of dicks. My future husband did have a certain confidence and charm about his penis, sort of a swagger. But he wasn't a young buck with unslacking boners. One night, after sex, I finally told him, "Swag. We will call it Swag."
He repeated it to me, "Swag". He said it a few times. He lifted and examined his penis. "Swag" he said. He seemed to like that.
I explained, "Swag is an acronym. I thought about how I feel about your penis, what it's like. I couldn't decide on one name, or one characteristic. I picked a bunch and made his name that way." I paused to spell it out, "S W A G, Swag, soft, wobbly, adorable guy". I looked at Chris.
He immediately said, "he's not soft".
I had to sooth some ruffled feathers. "Well honey, your fifty, he's no spring chicken. He usually is soft. It's a bit more work getting him hard. And when he is hard, he can be a bit wobbly. But don't get me wrong. I adore him, and I love when you fuck me, he feels so good in me. I do adore him."
It took a while to settle on Swag as the name that fit. But after some grumbling, and a few attempts to suggest alternatives, it's name was settled as Swag. Here we are, six years later, and I still feel nice when I think of how his dick is my soft, wobbly adorable guy.
Well, I went off on how we named his penis all those years ago. That was before I found my dominant side, although perhaps my assertive side was there, since I wasn't going to pander to male ego by talking about a penis as if it was to have statues made to its acclaim. It's just a dick.
Now where was I when I left off? My current situation of eight months pregnant, in bed with hubby, who was disappointed that he missed seeing boobs in their naked glory. Hub got dressed in his P.J.s, and climbed in bed. I folded down the blanket and sheet. I rolled on my left side to face him. By the way, you try rolling over when eight months pregnant. It takes as much work as five minutes of exercise in the gym. But I got there, and exposed my breasts. "Here, take a good look, Sweetie"
He stared at them wide eyed, as he reached for his dick. "They're so big now." he said with a tinge of admiration in his voice. His hand was fondling his penis, which was growing stiffer. Without taking his eyes off my boobs, he sighed contentedly, and that penis got rigid to the point of sticking its pink penis head beyond his fist. Lying there with my breasts out for him, I watched as he eagerly pumped his dick. I watched the dick head appear from his hand, then disappear into his fist. First I see his pink helmet. Then only his fist. Then boing, a flash of cock head, then back into his fist. He really likes stroking his dickie.
When I was first training my hub's penis, I realized I had to control when he orgasmed with his dick. If you want to read about that, it will be in another story. But here, in bed, letting him play with a stiffy, we both knew, this was for a little fun, but he hadn't been given permission to jerk off to completion. I arched my back a bit to give him a better view of the breasts. I watched that penishead appear and disappear, in and out of his fist. He had a look of pleasant concentration as he oggled my breasts. It made me feel good that I treated him to seeing the boobs. And judging by his pumping hand, he was happy with play time with his boner.
After a few minutes, I was feeling sleepy. His dick stroking was almost hypnotic. With a yawn, I said, "okay sweetie, that's enough. Time to put it back in your Pjs. It's night-night time." He looked like he maybe wanted to ask for another minute to play. But instead, he tucked it away. I gave him a good night kiss, and he turned out the light.
I could imagine for other wives, or even back when I was single, an erection like that in bed could have meant there would be no sleep for a while, cuz a typical dick would need all sorts of attention. Instead, he got to have a little fun, and now we can all go to sleep. I mumble, "good night, Chris". I reach under the covers and fumble around feeling in the dark for his crotch. I find it. I touch his penis, it's already going soft. I manage to say. "Good night, Swag". That was is my last drowsy mumble as I give it two little pats before moving my hand to under my pillow. I think to myself, "As a pet, you're a good penis."
