Things had fallen into a normal rhythm after 16 years of marriage with my wife Amber. Sex only happened once a month if I was lucky. We would do it missionary style with minimal lighting and she would keep her bra on with her tits popped out. She always used a small vibrator on her clit or she wouldn't orgasm. I would maneuver around the vibrator while fucking her until she got off. If the vibrator moved, we would have to adjust our positioning while she put it back in the right spot.
Once she came, I would pound her for another four or five minutes until I pulled out, dropping my cum on her stomach and tits. This was the routine for the last 10 years. Sounds awful when I say it like that but we led a busy life and this was fast, enjoyable, and efficient.
Amber was pretty conservative since the day I met her. We started dating when we were 18 and for many years there was a small amount of experimentation with positions, different places, and occasionally a different vibrating toy.
Now that she was in her late thirties she was more conservative than ever. Even though I saw a 5'4", 120 pound hot blonde with perfect B's, she saw a woman who wasn't as thin as her former self. She obsessed over the slightest blemish, never felt fully satisfied with her appearance, and unjustly compared herself to women almost half her age. This unwarranted lack of self-confidence often caused issues since I was always in the mood for sex and she almost always wasn't because she didn't feel pretty. Despite all that I could usually cajole her into the bedroom once a month and sometimes twice.
However, something changed earlier this year after dinner and drinks with my sister and her husband. My sister, Nicole, was 5'6", athletically thin, long blonde hair, and what looked to be small B but perky boobs (not that I had ever seen them). My sister is extremely competitive, which I think she learned from me, but she was also a control freak and always looked to be in charge. I think this is what eventually caused her divorce. My sister and Amber had always been friendly but never close. Nicole was just a teenager when I married Amber. At first they were pretty friendly but eventually Nicole got married, moved out of the area, and we lost touch.
After just two years, my sister's marriage was a complete mess. I never got all the details but she eventually went through an ugly divorce and she spent the next few years telling me how lucky I was to have found someone so early in life that I could trust. Since she was five years younger we didn't hang out much growing up. We hung in completely different groups and had different friends. She moved back to the area after her divorce and now lived within a 20 minute drive from us but we typically only got together during the holidays or had an occasional night out. There wasn't a lot of interaction up until this point between Amber and Nicole other than an occasional text about hair, makeup, and beauty products.
Nicole had been with her current husband for almost five years now and they seemed to be a happy couple. He was a six foot tall ex-college jock with rugged features and dark hair who was now a gym teacher. She worked in a corporate pharmaceutical job and made most of the money. They had a shore house in a different state and spent most of their time there when work allowed.
On the night when things seemed to change, we met my sister and Ron at a nearby restaurant for dinner. Ron and I spent most of the night after dinner at the deck bar watching the game and talking about sports and work, while Nicole and Amber sat at the table and chatted.
After a few hours, we said our goodbyes and got in our car for the short drive home.
"Dinner was pretty good," I said.
"It was ok. Did Ron say he was mad at Nicole?"
"Nope. Never really came up."
"She said they were fighting all day."
"Oh yeah, why's that?"
"He told her she's never in the mood."
"Seems like a good reason for a fight," I laughed.
"She told me she is always in the mood but," and she started laughing.
"But what?"
"She said his dick is too big."
"Well they've been married for five years, shouldn't be a freaking surprise anymore."
"No, you don't understand she went into graphic detail on how big it is and how she has to be really excited to enjoy it. Like lots of detail," she said as her face flushed red.
"What kinds of details?"
"Oh, she says it's like a red bull can when soft and over 9 inches when hard, that has to be bullshit, right?"
"How the hell do I know? I never saw it," I said jokingly
"I mean, there's no way it's that big. Has to be bullshit. Why would she lie to me?"
"I doubt she would lie, why does it matter?"
"I guess it doesn't. I just think she's lying for some reason. Girls love to brag."
"Do you brag about my dick?"
"I don't really talk about it."
"Well why not, isn't it worth bragging about?"
"Its ok I guess, I don't really know what's big and what's not but there's no way his dick is really nine inches."
I started to feel a little jealous, "Not sure why you keep going on about it, really none of our business."
"I just don't like being lied to, it's so obvious that can't be real. I feel like she was trying to make me jealous."
"Huh, what does that even mean? Why would you be jealous?"
"It's just that she always tries to one up what I say. If I say that I bought a Gucci bag, she'll say she just bought two bags. If I say we went on vacation, she will name a better place she was at recently. She just has to be better or have more of everything."
"I'm confused. I don't get the comparison, why would his dick size matter? Did you compare it to mine or talk about mine?"
"No, but she has to know yours can't be that big, nobody's is. She just has to show off and have better and more of everything. I bet she is just showing off like usual."
I had to admit that my sister is extremely competitive and always wants to be better at everything, but this didn't seem to make any sense. I decided to leave it rest for now and changed the subject.
A few minutes later we got home and figured I would try and get frisky since we were drinking and she might be up for it. I reached out and grabbed her from behind and started nibbling her ear while rubbing her tits. To my surprise, she immediately said, "Let's go upstairs."
I started undressing while Amber quickly removed all her clothes, dropped to her knees and put my cock in her mouth. I was a little shocked since she almost never gets completely naked and a blowjob before sex is not the norm. I chalked it up to the drinks and was enjoying the moment. I pulled her hair back so I could enjoy the view of her pretty face bobbing back and forth on my cock. Her nice B sized tits were soft but firm enough to hang nicely, I squeezed her nipple and she moaned.
I'm certainly no porn star but my dick is almost six inches and I feel like I am at least average or a little above average in that area. Amber was using her left hand to pump on my shaft while she moved her mouth back and forth over the head of my dick. As she worked my cock, I noticed every couple seconds she would lift my dick up and move it around as if taking its true measure for the first time.
"Fuck me," she moaned.
I pushed her onto the bed and grabbed her vibrator from the drawer. She turned it on and put it on her clit while I slowly entered her, trying not to disturb the positioning of the vibrator. Within five strokes she was coming hard. It was fastest she had ever orgasmed. Now that she had gotten off I focused on coming myself. I pushed her legs back to her shoulders and I started ramming her with fast strokes.
"Fuck me...harder baby...fuck me," she moaned.
I fucked her harder, ramming her with everything I had. The conversation from the car had stuck in my head as I pictured what it would be like to have my little wife getting pounded with a nine inch cock. The thought of her tight little pussy getting abused by a huge cock immediately sent me over the edge. I pulled out and began shooting loads of cum on her stomach and tits.
The whole next day I couldn't shake the idea that last night's excitement was less about the drinks and more about the potential size of Ron's dick. Did he really have a nine inch dick? I had never noticed nor asked. I certainly wouldn't have ever broached the topic with my sister. Our relationship had never been super close and definitely not close enough where I would discuss something so intimate. She was so slim with little hips it was hard to imagine her taking on such a monster. The whole thing was was probably just an exaggeration.
Over the next few weeks, I was extremely busy at work and we fell back into our normal routine. Every weekend Amber would announce what Ron & Nicole were doing. They were at their beach house, or going to Virginia with friends, etc. She went from barely ever mentioning them to knowing their every move. I figured they had bonded at the dinner and I was honestly happy she was talking to my sister more often.
About a month after our dinner, Amber called me at work and asked if I wanted to go to Nicole and Ron's beach house for the weekend. They had asked us to go a few times in the past but we were always too busy and Amber hated staying at other peoples houses. Amber preferred fancy hotels with room service instead of sleeping in a B&B or a friends house. Now Amber was pushing to go visit.
"Let's go, it'll be fun. We need a quick vacation," she said.
"I thought you didn't want to go unless we were in a hotel?"
"They said they fixed up the spare room there, it sounds nice."
"If you really want to go, lets go."
"Ok, I'll tell them we will be there Saturday."
We arrived at their beach house around 1pm. Ron and my sister were putting together a cooler with various drinks and a couple sandwiches. Nicole was wearing a wide brim straw beach hat and a white bikini with a shawl around her waist. Ron was wearing basketball type swimming trunks that went down to the knee. I subconsciously flashed to his crotch to see if there was some massive bulge but the shorts were baggy and I didn't notice anything odd. What the hell, these crazy chicks have me checking out some dude's package with their gossip.
Nicole led us upstairs to a smallish bedroom with a Queen size bed and floral print wallpaper on the walls. We dropped our bags and told her the place looked amazing and we would get changed for the beach. She closed the door and said she'd see us in a few.
Amber says, "She looks great in that bikini."
"I didn't notice, lets get changed."
"I wish I looked like that."
"You are way hotter than her, now let's get ready."
"Do you think so? You are just saying that because its your sister."