The following story contains small penis humiliation, just a warning if that isn't your thing.
My wife and I have been married for a couple years now and have what you might call an average sex life. My wife, Amanda, is 24 years old, has shoulder length straight golden blonde hair and deep, sparkling, and expressive hazel green eyes. She stands a striking 5' 9" with a fit and athletic build. She is very proud of her firm, perky and natural D cup breasts. She even has a cute barbell piercing in her left nipple that she likes to show off from time to time with skin tight, sheer clothing. I'm 27, 6', with reddish-brown hair and a close cropped beard, and dark brown eyes. I'm not fit, but I'm definitely not fat, weighing about 270 pounds. We may have sex once a week or so, and it's usually pretty mundane. A little oral sex followed by a few minutes of actual fucking. All in all average.
We do have a few difficulties in bed that don't help the situation. First of all she doesn't get very wet and we are forced to use quite a bit of lube every time we want any penetration. I don't usually mind, but lube has never been my favorite thing to use. The other issues all revolve around me and aren't improved by the copious amounts of lube. I have a smaller than average dick, maybe 4.5" when hard, which makes some sexual positions difficult and others impossible. I also don't last very long. Once I am actually able to get into a good position and get my cock inside her I cum in a minute or two. She never has made it an issue out of it, but I've always been a little self conscious and insecure about it. With the amount of oral sex I've provided her over the years I've learned exactly what she likes and how to get her to scream. Throw in the number of toys we have and I've made it a point to make sure she is as satisfied as possible
One evening Amanda came home late from work. I was almost 11pm and she usually gets to the house around 9pm. 2 hours late is usually a bad sign, but not this time.
"Hey babe," I say as she walks in and drops her purse on the counter.
"Long shift, huh?"
"You have no fucking idea. He made me stay late for inventory again," she groans. "Third time this month." She drops into the barstool, crosses her arms on the counter and puts her head down. "Can you give me a massage? I feel really tense."
I walk up behind her and start rubbing her shoulders. She leans her head back and lets out a low moan. I continue down her spine as she rolls her head, moaning as I press on the tender points. My hands reach her pants and I slowly pull her shirt out, and run my hands back up, under her shirt. Ive always loved the feel of her skin, silky smooth and soft. My fingers kneading her muscles as I continue rubbing up her back to her shoulders and slip the shirt over her head. She lets out another low moan.
"This help, babe?" I ask.
"You have no idea," she whispers. "I feel like I've been hit by a Mac truck."