I am lying here with my legs thrown over my head, my face sticky and the taste of her dirty cunt on my lips. Lisa stares into my eyes as she pumps my cock quickly. Her hand is cupped over my balls just waiting for me to come.
I groan and she squeezes my nuts roughly. It hardly seems necessary any more. I know what to do by now. I open my mouth and she relaxes her grip a little. The first spurt hits me on the cheek, she slows her strokes and the next few shots hit me right in the mouth.
Lisa loves it, her eyes connected to mine. A glorious smile spread across her lips. I finish my orgasm and she rolls aside and drifts off to sleep.
I lower my legs and reflect on my life. I always do this. Before I come, I am so excited. I will do anything she wants. Afterwards, I feel horrible. Promising myself it won't happen again. But it always does.
I'm a big guy. I workout regularly and eat well. It pisses me off that my 6'4, 240 pound body is accompanied by a 4" cock. When I'm soft, it is just the head that you can see.
I love my wife, Lisa. She takes good care of herself and has a pretty hard body. Like all men, I want to fuck her real well. Make her cum and beg me for more.
The reality is that I fuck her for 20 seconds and blow my load. Not exactly what she wants. That's how it all started. My guilt of not being able to make her cum.
We were at a friend's party together and I noticed Lisa checking out her share of men's crotches. I was watching her, following her eyes. The bulges on some of the men were obvious.
It didn't make me jealous, as a matter of fact it made me feel sad. Sad that I didn't have what Lisa wanted, or needed. Yes, what she needed. A big cock to fill her up and fuck her till she came.
She deserved it. Lisa had put up with my little cock and had not complained once. I wanted her to fuck some guy with a monster.
I'm sure the booze helped me but when we got home, I told her what I thought. She just stared at me, not saying a word. I told Lisa how I watched her staring at other men's bulges.
She giggled and her face flushed. Nothing more was said and off to bed we went.
The following weekend, I told Lisa to call her girlfriends and head out to the bar with them. She giggled again and asked me what for. I told her I was serious about her getting what she needed. Lisa started into my eyes for a long time.
She leaned over and kissed me. Then reached for the phone and called one of her friends.