My wife and I are pretty open minded about things and the one basic rule in our house is that if you have something you want to talk about, or do, just bring it up and we will talk about it. This includes sexual matters too. For instance, she asked me one day why I never tried to fuck her in the ass and the answer was that I had never thought about it. But she was curious about it and so we tried it; she liked it and now it is a regular part of our sex life.
We are both the products of broken homes and have seen first hand what the lack of trust can cause. On my side of the equation my mother had remarried twice after having been divorced by my dad and all three of her marriages had ended because of sexual problems, mostly because my mom was not a one-man woman. My mother never hid this from me and as a result my attitude toward sex was a lot more open than that of most people my age and I had a fairly active sex life before getting married.
My wife Molly had a similar background, but Molly came to the marriage bed a virgin. Having only my mother (and Molly's) to use as a yardstick I assumed that someday Molly was going to want to sample forbidden fruit and, since I loved her and did not want to lose her, I told her early on in our marriage that she had my blessings if she wanted to try another guy. All I wanted in return was that she be above board with me when it happened. I didn't want any of the sneaking around and lying that had destroyed my mother's marriages and would end up ruining ours. Molly of course said that I was the only man for her, she had no need to try anyone else but, "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me that."
Five years later I began to see signs that Molly was getting restless. A lot of it had to do with her circle of friends, girls that she had known since high school and a few she had known in college. A lot of them had become divorced and every time Molly got together with them the topic of conversation always seemed to be about current and ex boyfriends and how they were in bed etc., etc. Molly heard all of this talk and it made her wonder what she had missed by being a virgin bride and a happily married woman. I noticed her eyeing other guys, no doubt wondering what they might be like in bed and there was no doubt in my mind that the day was coming when Molly would want to experiment. I only hoped that she would remember that she had my prior approval as long as she didn't sneak around and try to hide things.
It was early in the fall when Molly surprised me at the dinner table by asking, "Is it true what they say about cock size?"
I asked her what she meant and she said, "Some of the girls say the bigger the better and I was just curious."
I laughed and said, "Honey, only a woman can answer that question for you."
Then she wanted to know if I was average, smaller that average, or bigger than average. I told her that I honestly didn't know, but that I guessed I was about average, "Why? You thinking of trying on a couple of others for size?"
She blushed, "No silly, I'm just curious is all. You are the only one I can relate to when the girls are talking."
So I told her to fire up the computer and search the net for a site that had naked males and see what most of them had. Several days went by and then one night she said:
"You were right. You are about average compared to the men I've found on the net. You wouldn't believe how big some of them are. There were a couple of really huge ones out there, but I'd be afraid that something that big would hurt me."
"Oh?" I said, "Thinking of trying on a different one?"
She smiled a little smile and said, "There are days when I think I want to, but I don't think I'll ever have the nerve to try."
