So it turns out I'm a size queen.
I've long thought it, but now I must admit it. I am definitely a size queen. What's more amazing is I think my husband's the one who has conditioned me this way.
Greg and I have been together for years now, since the late nineties. We met in our teenage years and have never really looked back. Our marriage is one that most people around us would strive to have. We are best friends, lovers and the constant butt of each other's jokes. We hide nothing, have similar interests and work hard to achieve goals we both pursue.
A long time ago in our early twenties we nearly had a threesome with my hubby's best friend. It quite literally got to the point of him being invited to our bedroom but fell apart as he was in and out of a relationship with his girlfriend at the time and he wasn't sure if would be classed as cheating!
My hubby in his drunken state, actually used his brain and convinced his friend that a pissed phone call at 1am to ask permission to fuck your mate's wife isn't going to do any favours for the future. I have always maintained to my hubby that I wouldn't have done it anyway, but I'm not sure if I'm lying to myself as well.
Anyway, something happened that night, something changed in Greg. It took years for it to come out, but this is the night where he gained his desire to see me fucked by another man. When he finally broached the subject, I told him quite bluntly it wasn't an option and to forget it.
Well we enjoyed a healthy sex life and went through all the fun stuff together, you know making a porno, buying toys for me, mutual masturbation and most importantly dirty talk.
Now I'm not a huge fan of dirty talk, Greg does it more naturally, but I have learned that through dirty talk, walls get broken down. Things come out, like yes, my one and only ex had a big penis. Yes, I'd like to lick a pussy one day, yes yes and more yes.
My hubby did and would, get more out of me than I was comfortable with, but in turn it switched on the desires and fantasies in my mind. We would fuck, and he would get me to admit I wished I could fuck my ex's big member once more. We would watch porn and he would ask if I like the nice big cock of the well-endowed porn star.
Slowly but surely, I was getting more and more into what was being said and if I was super horny I would even take the lead and tell him I wanted more, I wanted a huge cock to fuck me good.
He seemed to react best to my dirty talk when it was degrading him a bit, telling him his cocks not big enough and I wanted a huge one.
At some stage, what was dirty talk to make our sessions better must have impregnated my mind. I found all my thoughts when I masturbated were revolving around a well-endowed mystery man.
Anyway, on to more recent events.
About a year ago we were talking about my hubby's brother Phil, and hubby lets slip he's hung like a horse. Don't ask how we got to this point in our conversation because I can't remember, but it wasn't unusual for us to talk like this.
I was shocked, not in a turned-on kind of way, more in a gossip kind of way. Most women picture a guy's penis size and guess. Well I would never have guessed that Phil was hung.
Greg got a laugh out of my reaction and miss read it for me being turned on by this information. I saw where he was going and shut him down, but in a standoffish kind of way called him a liar.
"I'm not lying, I've seen it."
"I've actually seen it a few times but the one time it stood out the most to me, was one time after he had a shower and sat on the couch in just a towel. I just looked over at the wrong time and saw it laying over his balls and resting on the couch."
He also said they talked about sex a lot and Phil was always complaining about not being able to fuck many women properly because it hurt them.
I think my hubby saw right through me, but I tried to act nonchalant by all this latest info. Truth be told my mind was picturing how big a penis must be to regularly get that sort of response from women.
I'm very happy with Greg's penis, but I think I could happily take another two or three inches. Surely my big bro in law wasn't packing that much heat.
I chastised myself for the dirty things running through my mind. I mean what kind a depraved slut has thoughts like that about their brother in law.
It didn't help me that he and I had always had a fun flirty kind of relationship. Nothing sexual, but we were always picking on each other and the butt of each other's jokes, much like Greg and I.
Well my hubby being the depraved man he is, worked his magic in the bedroom and after about a year of digging he finally got me say I'd love to let Phil have his way with me. He broke me down by reaffirming that fantasies are just that, they can be anything we want them to be so long as it's in our bedroom.
So, in our bedroom from time to time if I was super horny id be telling Greg I wanted his brothers big cock deep inside me. Half an hour later when all was said and done we would forget it was our fantasies and move on with life. Never did I have any intention of acting on this or any fantasy. They were just that.
Anyway, last weekend Greg and Phil were going on a fishing weekend. They were going to leave early on the Saturday. Greg was going to work his normal arvo shift hours on Friday and get home late. He suggested to Phil that since he lived an hour and a half in the opposite direction that he should crash at ours in the spare room on Friday night and get a bit more of a sleep in. He agreed, and it was to be so.
I messaged Phil on Thursday and told him to come earlier and have dinner with us on Friday if he wants, he agreed and gave me some smart message about eating my poison, typical smart ass!
Friday came around and Phil arrived about 5pm. He said he'd just come straight from work and was hoping to have a shower here.
"No, bugger off, you should be used to stinking" came my reply.
He gave me one of his usual replies of "yeah but u still love me" and headed towards the bathroom.
I gave a little laugh and headed back to the kitchen to check the Lasagne. A few mins passed, and I realised I had to grab the clothes off the line before the damp night air got to them.
As I walked down the side of the house past the bathroom. I would normally not have even looked because we have that wavy privacy glass that distorts the images, however a sharp and very audible gasp took me by surprise and I looked left.
Phil had opened the window by about four inches... there I was stuck rooted on the spot for only a second. But that second burned an image in my brain.
There was Phil, staring straight back at me with a very large and soapy penis in his hand. I blurted a quick "omg I'm so sorry" and rushed away.
I stood at the washing line in a bit of a daze. My heart seemed to want to escape from my chest and a cold sweat on my neck prickled in the brisk breeze of the oncoming night. I was mortified, I caught him pleasuring himself... how would we ever talk to each other again?
As the clothes made their way into the basket my thoughts would every now and then jump from sheer terror to the image of his soapy manhood. I gathered myself, talked myself into mentally pulling it together and getting on with life. Hey, it's not the end of the world, I'm a late thirty and he's an early 40 something. We aren't kids. I was just an accident.
My mental reassurance had done the trick and I found my legs carrying me back inside with my now full washing basket. I couldn't even tell you if the light was on in the bathroom as I walked back past it as I was so determined to look in the other direction.
When I walked back inside I was a little shocked to see Phil looking nervously in my direction. I must have been outside longer than I thought. He was dressed in what I could only guess were his sleeping clothes which were shorts somewhere between gym shorts and boxers and a plain white T-shirt.
"I'm so sorry, we never open the bathroom window and I was surprised by the noise... I didn't see what you were doing" came a very rushed explanation from me.
"It's all good... Wait what do you mean"
I was happy to see he was smiling at me with his teasing playful smile, it broke the tension and took most of the awkwardness out of the air.
"Relax Sis, I was just having a shower!"
"Oh"
The air was rent with awkwardness, it was clear that I had just accused my brother in law of masturbating, however judging by his reaction, he had been doing anything but that.
I was confused and embarrassed, and wanted distance from this situation, so I busied myself with dinner.
It eased the tension in the room immediately, and as Phil focused on the TV I went over what just happened a little in my head.
No doubt... he's bullshitting me, I kept thinking. His penis was probably nearly double Greg's... He was masturbating!
The night progressed with little incident, we watched a movie and Phil crawled off to bed about 11pm.
