Dropping your bags in the foyer, you are exhausted – another week long work trip; a successful work trip, so much bank being made! You are a professional success; you look like a professional success – nice hair, expensive shoes, first class flights wearing first class suits. You are a man that has arrived; the pinnacle of achievement and all of this success plus the trophy wife. Yes, such a sexy beautiful woman that you call your own. Your very own until death do you part and now that you think of it, surveying your beautiful house; where is that amazing beautiful wife? She said she’d be home.

And you can see she has been home and busy while you were away – new luxury furnishings and collectable art donning your living room almost unrecognizable now. She has been busy which brings a smile to your face; providing for your wife like that – giving her everything she needs.

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What’s that noise you hear? Sounds like your wife but that other voice; deep and manly. You recognize that voice you think and you’re drawn to it as you move through your home, towards the back sliding door and out onto the sun deck and peering over the wooden ledge, looking down the steps towards your infinity pool, you see them there, laughing – your wife looks amazing, glowing in a pink bikini; a new pink bikini – drinking a martini and giggling – not laughing but giggling with her trainer; that one, Sergio – omg Sergio, the two of them laying around in chaise lounges; the expenses ones you bought last week – playing footsies – yes, she is playing footsies with her trainer Sergio, out by your infinity pool – Laying out by everything you’ve worked so hard to buy, for her, your trophy wife, hoping to keep her content while you work endless hours making your fat wallet even fatter, while your lil’ married hubby-penis shrinks.

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Watching your wife there; she’s not noticing you, even when you clear your throat, she‘s not noticing and can’t you blame her – No, you cant. She is radiant and clearly flirting with Sergio. She doesn’t look this radiant shopping does she? No, not that radiant trying to get your tired dick to pop? No. And reality sets in as you watch, no she has never looked this hot in a long time; she deserves it you think, you know she does, you cherish her so much and then you feel something emotional growing inside and you are not sure what it is: confusion? Excitement Regardless, looking at them, your wife’s hand on his chiseled thigh leaning into him, you know what’s going on, you hope not, but yes it is, you’re a smart man and taking a deep breath in, feeling utterly inadequate despite your successful business trip, you slowly make your way towards the sexy couple; yes, couple, they look like a proper happy couple and you feel like you are walking in on something.

“Hi Honey, I’m home.” You manage and you know you should at least be upset, somewhat, coming home to a scene like this but again, can you blame her? No you can’t and thinking back now, you realize she’s just been tolerant when she tells you it’s okay honey, we can fuck another time and leaves you to doze off again, the TV in the background and you think: How did this happen? When did you begin to change? Become that man?

‘Hey baby!” She greets you, smiling, her hand not leaving Sergio’s thigh, in fact was that a slight squeeze even? “So glad you’re home, we’ve been waiting for you! Let me get you a drink!”

Moving so elegantly, shapely legs, high strappy heels, ankle bracelet, Sergio has really been working your wife out; it shows and it crosses your mind; how much working out? Can stretching and Pilates really make a woman look this good? You doubt it and smile weakly as your hot wife hands you a drink, while kissing you on the cheek and whispering in your ear, “Sweetie, I love you but we’ve got to talk.”

Stepping away from you, she looks at you carefully. She needs to speak and you know you need to listen.

“Sweetie, listen to me and yes, Sergio is staying.” Your wife explains as she walks back over to him and begins to rub him. He’s so strong and handsome and she’s so beautiful with her skin glistening; her long sensual fingers all over him, his skin sun kissed with beads of sweat. It actually makes you uncomfortable how handsome he is, but also strangely watching your wife gush over him begins to stir new, exciting feelings inside you – dazed and confused, suddenly your wife’s voice breaks your trance.

“You work so hard,” she says. “You work such long hours providing this amazing life we have; amazing trips, clothes, privileges that I simply don’t take for granted. I hope you know this, but I need something more hard. Really hard and baby, you know your lil’ guy hasn’t been able to stay hard for a long long time!” She giggles, wiggling her finger towards your crotch. “And just look at you baby,” she keeps going.  “You’ve gained weight. You’ve got man-tits now, you’ve become soft – like all over, I swear your dick that used to rage is getting smaller each business trip and baby, I need it hard. I like it hard! I need my man to be so, so fucking hard like Sergio here. Just look at him, so hard all over – he feels so good to touch baby and well…”

Your wife’s voice trails on about how you’ve changed. She’s trying to be loving but the truth sometimes hurts and her hands rubbing on Sergio’s body has a mesmerizing effect on you. Her hands around and around that hard sculpted body, up and down his chest, thos abs; those fucking abs! “Yes dear ,” you say. “Yes of course.” Mesmerized, confused yet despite that you do understand that while you’ve been working hard long hours building up your fat bank account and wallet; Sergio has been working long hard hours building up his man stuff: testosterone overload; his masculinity; his raw unadulterated Adonis fuck-machine masculinity and that’s the stuff money just can’t buy. That’s the stuff your wife wants, that you cannot provide no matter what and she wants it bad, she needs it like air to breath if she’s not taken it already!

And you feel it, in your pants. It’s been a while; your dic begins to rise, throbbing even – a stiffy now, wow you almost forgot what it felt like and now your wife taking sexual control rubbing on that young hard man in front of you – relentlessly staring at you – seeking your reactions while your lil’ dic stands to attention staying in your pants; feels so good the pressure, all of it – this whole thing playing out in front of you.

Your wife continues explaining: “So look, this is what I’m thinking. Listen to me baby. Are you paying attention? I’m thinking that we can all get what we want, yes? Yes baby we can. We hire out all kinds of jobs don’t we? Yes, the pool, the lawn, the laundry, well baby why don’t we just hire Sergio here to do what you can’t seem to do anymore.”

Her face was bright, that smile radiant and teasing you having fun with you – like back in the day and her tits in that hot pink bikini – so beautiful and her hot shimmering skin and you know her amazing pussy, tight and responsive that deserves to be fucked proper, really fucked until that beautiful woman squirts her love juice anywhere she wants on anyone she wants. Yes, you think giving your crotch a tight squeeze watching, feeling the hardness through your pants and then nodding your head slightly, mouth dropping opened – stunned – you know you have to agree with her.

And your wife, she doesn’t wait for an answer does she? No, leaning in taking down Sergio’s shorts she grabs his cock – a two handed grab – the base of the shaft first with easily eight inches spilling over. Then stiffening up, his cock standing hard and straight; to attention and your beautiful wife opening up her sexy lips and kissing the head. Looking at you and kissing another mans swelling cock head and then smiling sassy like, she opens wide and dives down on that cock, deep throating it, gagging it; she’s never sounded like that on your cock. Impossible really on your cock but gobbling Sergios big cock easy – wild like a nympho banshee, all over that cock. Her face getting fucked; your wife swallowing big hard dick. How long has this been going on?

Your cock is so hard in your pants, leaking pre-cum. Is there a stain showing? Making you more hard; humiliating yet actually making you throb. Standing there while your wife ecstaticly takes another mans dic; Sergio – Adonis –  all that man stuff your money can’t buy fucking your wife. Mounting her now, somehow getting that huge cock up inside her, creaming her pussy – so wet all of it – fuck yes, you think – fucking hot; your dick so hard in your pants, leaking, dripping – Sergio’s cock dripping so much cock juice sliding in and out in and out – they’ve forgotten about you – or so it seems – you there alone, fully clothed, that hot sun on you watching your wife fuck – Like a porn clip, but it’s not, its’ real life and your wife is getting big proper studly cock, the cock she deserves and you won’t get in her way… good hubby… good boy… just look, watch and see how a real man fucks your wife; now that you can’t, but you can watch and as your wife begins to scream ; “Oh Sergio, oh my god Sergio, my husbands cock has never made me feel this good!” And you can only imagine and keep watching, your own cock never feeling this good, the pressure in your pants and then sergio cumming in your wife – pumping his cock – thrusting hips into her; your wife responding, moaning, cumming all over sergio and you – standing there – a good cuckold hubby actually making a cummy mess, hands free in your pants. Good hubby, it’s only proper; it’s only right now that you can’t do what needs to be done so go clean yourself up – leave the happy couple alone and go back to work.

THE END

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“You disgusting little worm!” Your mother-in-law snarled as she threw a pair of tweezers at you. “My god your penis is disgustingly small. No wonder she fucks around on you!”

Her laughter was sharp, inflicting a plethora of emotions on you as you stood there naked in the bathroom – the steam from your shower dissipating – and yes your little penis just sitting there, hanging-out in the space between your legs. Well not exactly hanging; but kinda stubby-like, looking as though erect but with a dick that small it was hard to tell, and the confusion on your face as you looked from the spot where the tweezer landed back to your mother-in-law still standing there revealed you had no idea why she threw them at you in the first place.

Not only that, but what was she doing there in your marital home? Standing in the doorway of your shower and wearing those thigh high black leather boots. You know, the ones you saw still in the shoe box in her living room the other day – her new black leather boots – and you couldn’t help yourself could you? No. You just had to pull down your pants and masturbate your pathetic penis the second you were sure no one was looking. Your sperm landing all over the carpet. So lucky you didn’t hit her boot! Remember that? And now here she is in your bathroom looking as though she can read your mind. Does she know you did that? Maybe she’s installed cameras. How long has she been keeping an eye on you?

Clearly long enough to know that your wife is out screwing the twenty-something guys from work and that’s why you were at her house that day jacking off all over her carpet. Isn’t that where you go when your wife is fucking around? When she and the boys from work head back to your house. You’ve been told not to be home when the wife is fucking around and so of course you’d head over to the in-laws house. Your mother-in-law is so much like your wife but prettier – and she doesn’t seem to mind your small dick and disgusting chronic masturbating habit. In fact she becomes utterly maniacal when you visit; you being such a cheap thrill with just how lustful you become from all this torment.

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Dear Miss Tara,

I’ve been listening to your audios for a while now and I can relate to so many of them especially the audios about small penises, and the erotic way that you humiliate really gets my lil’ dic very excited.

I’m writing this message to you today in hopes that you will enjoy hearing about a recent and embarrassing situation I found myself in. First off I’ll share with you that I have a four inch penis (when hard) and believe it or not, sometimes my wife and I have sex. For years she’s been on the pill but lately she needed to stop and so we had to look at birth control alternatives.

Obviously the immediate solution was for me to buy some condoms and make sure to have those on hand. The irony of that though, is that using condoms tend to be very awkward on my little guy and for the most part haven’t worked well in the past; however, my thinking was along the lines of ‘better safe than sorry’.

My plan at the drug store was to simply go in, grab a box of the usual disappointing fitting condoms and run out. No big deal – easy squeezy and it’s over with but while there, looking for my usual brand, I spotted a brand of condoms I had not seen before called ‘My One’ and immediately I knew the product name was speaking to me. I could quickly ascertain that these ‘My One’ condoms we special ‘snug’ condoms for lil’ dics starting at 4.5 inches which while still too big, I figured better than what I’d been working with before and could possibly be a game changer for me. I actually allowed myself to get excited.

It wasn’t long after grabbing the box of condoms and heading to the checkout did my excitement begin to falter. I had to present these ‘My One’ condoms to an actual human being in order to purchase them (the only checkout offered) and it was clear to me I’d be exposed for my small penis size.  Not only that, but the cashier at the time was a pretty twenty-something, girl-next-door type and despite me wanting to run and hide, the potential for my exposure and embarrassment was so arousing that I instead did the opposite and marched up to the checkout – as though in a trance – and plopped the package of ‘My One’ condoms down on the counter – plop – and pulled out my wallet.

The pretty girl looked up from her phone and smiled at me, and then looked down at the condoms and smiled again, bigger this time. “Oh these are cute!” She giggled. “Are these for you?” I gulped as my lil’ boner raged in my pants and tapping the payment screen with my card, I felt that I was silently admitting the shameful fact: Yes these ‘My One’ condoms are for me. 

The pretty cashier giggle some more bagging up my condoms, and if that were not enough she gleefully shared with me – and the four people now lined up behind me: “My boyfriend uses magnums!”

I nearly choked – maybe I did – I don’t recall but I do recall a few muffled laughs as I ran away, out the automatic doors and into my car where I reached down along the outside of my jeans into my crotch and giving my hard lil’ pecker a squeeze or two, I made myself squirt right then and there inside my pants. It was so embarrassing!

THE END.

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