We've all heard the term 'trophy wife' and I'm sure you're familiar with what that entails. And, while my wife could easily be mistaken for such a woman, this story involves a different take on that. See, she loves to call me her trophy husband and she means it in the most affectionate way possible.
Contrary to the way the term is used in reference to women, I've earned the title because of all the other things. The way I treat her. The way I adore her. The way I make love to her. The way I fuck her. All of those things, on top of my good looks and big...brain, make me a trophy husband according to her.
Where this tale gets interesting is when it comes to our sex life. Well, more precisely, her constant need to brag about it. And, from what I found out later, she wasn't shy about divulging some very personal details about my anatomy and its particular size and appearance.
That's not to say we don't have a good relationship. We do. We absolutely do. In fact, I'd say without a doubt that we have one of the strongest relationships I've ever heard of. We're best friends. We're lovers. We've got each other's backs. We respect each other. Our communication is rock solid. What more could I want? Nothing. Well, mostly nothing. I wasn't always too keen on how much she shared with her friends.
Sometimes she'd get carried away with her bragging. It's not that she was trying to rub it in people's faces. She was just proud. Proud of what we've built. Proud of how we behave. And, of course, proud of me and our sex life.
I guess we should also address my dick. The funny thing about my dick is that she never really considered it that big. Yeah, she had a few boyfriends before me and while several were quite a bit smaller, the one right before me was only maybe half an inch shorter. But, according to her, he was quite thin. And, sure, just like previous girlfriends, it took her a bit of relaxing and breathing to accommodate me, but she just took it in stride and pretty soon, I became her normal. I guess when she truly realized how big I was was when she'd regale her girlfriends with stories about our sex life. In particular, when she'd answer their questions about my dick.
I'll never forget when she came home from work one day and the first thing she said to me was, "babe, did you know you have rather big dick?"
That caught me off guard but I just chuckled and said, "yeah, I've been told that a few times." My previous girlfriends all gushed over how big I was and it was clear early on that's all I was to them; a big dick.
"No, seriously," she continued. "Emma, Michelle, Trish, even Tim...they all were shocked when I told them how big you were."
I would normally be offended that she'd so openly share such private details but I knew all who were involved and was somewhat fine with it. I guess normally this kind of revelation, that she's so openly sharing things about me would surprise most people But, I knew she loved to talk about us, even about our sex life, so this wasn't really that big a deal. But, I was curious, so I had to ask, "how exactly did you describe my dick to them? Maybe they thought you were just exaggerating."
"Oh, no...I wasn't, babe. During lunch we walked over to that farmer's market by the office..."
I knew the one. I've dropped by for lunch several times and we'd take a walk over and hit one of the food trucks which accompanied the mom and pop farm booths.
"...and, well, earlier the topic came up and I tried describing it to them, but it just wasn't getting across. So, when we passed one of the farm booths, there was a basket of cucumbers. I kind of snickered to myself and went over to them, searching for the right one. They were curious so they just watched and when I finally found the right one, I held it up and said, 'this...this is how big Robert's penis is.' I guess they couldn't believe it because their eyes went wide and a few said, 'no way.' Wrapping my hands around it, I just knew."
She seemed rather proud of herself and I could picture how obscene that must have looked, especially to those on the outside wondering what this pretty woman was doing to that poor cucumber. She went on to say that she seemed to get her point across, though a couple were still skeptical.
I guess that appeased them for a bit as they went about their lunch and that was the end of it. Of course, the conversation got both of us pretty revved up and we enjoyed a rather vigorous fuck before dinner, and then a long slow drawn out night of coupling afterwards.
After a while, she realized she had to tone it down. Emma and Michelle were especially curious and really wouldn't leave it alone and even considering how open they were with each other, it just didn't seem appropriate. On the other hand, Trish and Tim were mostly put off by her bragging and called bullshit several times. Not about my dick. I guess that wasn't an issue for them anymore. But, more about how well I treated her and how wonderful a relationship we had.
Emma was her closest friend and forever single, dating occasionally, but never really finding 'the one.' It wasn't for lack of attractiveness. Though a bit older than my wife at 40 years old, she was a very attractive Japanese-American woman with long black hair, olive skin, and a tight athletic body. Personality-wise, she was a people pleaser by nature, always looking out for those around her. At the same time, she had a genuine curiosity of the world and specifically, people.
When it came to my wife and I, Emma was beyond curious about what made us tick. How we worked as a couple. How we kept the spark alive. And how we had sex. Yes, my wife regularly relayed conversations she'd had with Emma about our sex life. She was particularly interested in the mechanics of what we did. How my wife gave blowjobs. How I gave her oral. The positions we fucked in. She had tons of questions and wanted clear and concise descriptions. Over the years, she learned a great deal about us and even put some of our techniques into practice, but it never resulted in anything long term.
Michelle, on the other hand, was more similar to my wife. Both are around 32 years old. Both are white. Both are blonde. Both married while Michelle had three kids. Though my wife was strikingly beautiful, Michelle had a rougher appearance to her. Though I'd consider her above average, she was not the beauty my wife was and she was quite a bit curvier, but carried the weight in all the right places. I definitely considered her attractive, though.
As I got to know her over the years, I had the pleasure of seeing the positive effects pregnancy had on her body at the various swim parties we had. If I had to guess, she went from a C cup to at least a double D and much to our surprise, they stayed that way even after breastfeeding had ended.
Unlike Emma, she was just content to listen to her two coworkers, not really offering much in return. And, while her marriage appeared on the surface to be similar to ours, there was some trouble brewing that only my wife and I knew about. Without any warning, her husband decided they had an open relationship. It was devastating to her but after much soul searching, she decided to stick around for the kids, even though she wouldn't be participating in the open side of things. She even pulled out all the stops, trying to woo him with unbelievable sex, doing things she'd never done before, but it was to no avail. Sadly (I guess depending on who you ask), their third child was a result of this. She confided all of this to my wife but she dare not say a word to Emma, as she was known as the work gossip.
I guess it shouldn't have come as a surprise then when I came home from work one day and my wife was already drinking a glass of wine while sitting at the kitchen island, looking like she had a lot on her mind. Obviously, I went to comfort her, as it was unusual to find her like this but she quickly told me not to worry and to go get comfortable before we talk.
This wasn't one of those situations where the husband immediately thinks, 'oh, shit. What did I do now?' Or, 'fuck, she's about to tell me she's cheating on me.' Neither of those entered my mind. I was simply concerned that something was weighing on her. When I returned after she told me to get comfortable and join her for a drink, I asked what was the matter.
"I have a confession...", she started. From there, she went to tell me how she was pretty open with Emma about our sex life, including some fairly private details about me. About my sexual prowess. About how I satisfy her. My talented tongue. My stamina. And, finally, a rather detailed description of my big cock. Of course, I knew all of this, but it did get me wondering where this was heading.
She assured me that the conversation started off like many others. Nothing in particular led to her complimenting me about something in our relationship, which led to how I pleased in her bed, which led to more questions from Emma, which led to her frustrations of lackluster sex and her long dry spell.
