Size Matters
Not all cuckolds have tiny cocks. I knew I didn't have a huge penis but mine wasn't exactly small either. The fact is I was rather proud of my 7 incher. In our first days of Tina's infidelities, she had commented favorably to me more than once on her lover's cock size. For my part, I was insecure enough that I didn't want to hear that my member came up short, so to speak. Yet curiosity got the better of me and I finally asked if Mr C's cock was bigger than mine? It was bigger and one of the Russian's was “really huge”. Clearly, she appreciated bigger cocks and at first I didn't want to know the truth but it wasn't long until I came to want, even need the humiliation of knowing men with bigger cocks than mine could satisfy her sexually better than I. I was changing and learning about the cuckold lifestyle with no external guidance. Tina took it upon herself to read about cucks and what rocked our boats so she was always a step or three ahead of me and took the lead in what I had begun. She understood my need for humiliation and submission while I was still in denial.
So here it is Wednesday and that afternoon, as usual, she phoned me at work to either titillate or upset me with an account of her day so far. Pure titillation at first as she told me she'd driven fast to the city, a couple of men in pickup trucks had seen she was naked and one even chased her for a while. She said she would have stopped for a 'quick fuck' if she hadn't been so eager to seduce the guys at the garage.
I said “damn! You'll fuck anyone won't you?”
“Anyone with a hard cock.” she replied with a laugh.
Instead of getting out of the car when she pulled into the garage, she waited, naked, for the guy who would park it. He took one look at her, and got right into the driver's seat. She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her breast, saying to him “I'm horny. Fuck me”. He was speechless but certainly willing. He drove the car into an elevator and then into a parking spot on an upper floor, where they fucked in the back seat. She told me it was over too soon and she was frustrated and even hornier than before. He had to hurry back down to pick up another car but he showed her where the 'people' elevator was so she could ride it down when she was ready. Instead of getting her coat out of the trunk, she got out, bent over the front fender and waited. It wasn't a minute till the next car arrived and parked next to her. The driver got out, looked at her and exclaimed appreciatively. She gave her firm round butt an inviting shake and said “Come and get it”.
“He came and got it right there.” she happily told me.
They chatted for a minute or two but the garage was busy then and he couldn't stay. She asked him to tell the night crew that the big Lincoln belonged to a very horny lady. He told her that was good because the night crew was a horny bunch. She asked how many guys were on the night shift and was told, “three”.
“Thats all?” she pouted. “Well, I hope they all like little women with big tits!” she said. She got her coat out of the trunk and signed and gave him a nude Polaroid picture Mr C had taken - 'to show the night crew'.
The thought of her giving out a nude photo of herself to men she didn't know, with the hope they'd fuck her had me shaking with excitement. I said I didn't know she had any of the pictures and she said she'd meant to show me but had just forgotten all about them.
She then rode the elevator down, cleaned her dripping pussy in the garage restroom and walked to her office building just as Mr C was opening the shop. She sounded disappointed when she told me that Mr C hadn't fucked her today but he loved the sheer, see through lavender blouse she had put on and when one of his better customers, a young film producer with an office in the building had been obviously admiring her breasts while selecting a necklace for his fiance, Mr C, winking at Tina, had suggested a private showing in the guy's office later that afternoon. Tina told me that was where she was going right after our phone call. I said I was glad to know Mr C was open to using her new sexuality for his business and I hoped the film producer would take full advantage of her. She was sure he would and she was eager to go. She said I'd have to wait til tomorrow to find out though.
She was looking forward to telling me all about her date with the Russians and was going to take the day off work as she wouldn't get much sleep that night. She would “probably” be at home when I came in from work.
I spent a crappy night alone with images of Tina and garage attendants and Tina with two Russians. All the men in my fantasies had huge cocks – at least 12 inches with the girth of beer cans. And in my dreaming fantasies my own cock was miniscule.....Sigh.
I absolutely hated waking up alone Thursday morning, aware that this would be happening with frequency now. I tried to put a positive spin on it and actually became aroused imagining watching my gorgeous future wife walking away from me, eager to be with some faceless stranger. I resolved to spend some time that day planning a kinky and erotic weekend. The image of Tina, with her flawless skin and lovely figure ***** in a seedy bar being pawed by gnarly dirty old men, unshaven and missing teeth flashed in my mind and I knew that would definitely be on the agenda. Since I didn't feel I could concentrate on work I decided to take the day off and find that bar. After all, she had claimed any man with a hard cock was welcome to fuck her. That weekend I would put her to the test.
I was feeling much better now. I decided the Tenderloin area of San Francisco would be the place to look for a real wino bar. It didn't take long. The area around the Greyhound depot near 3rd , 4th and Howard streets abounded with seedy lowlife bars. I went into a couple and found them perfectly nasty. The mens rooms stunk worse than the old bums nursing their beers. They had back doors that opened into filthy alleys....Perfect!
I found a thrift store and invested a couple of dollars for dingy mens undershirts I thought would make good dresses, a pair of high heel fuzzy slippers close to her size caught my eye so I bought them too. In the car I added a few strategically placed rips and one good sized hole in the shirts. I was sure her urges toward exhibitionism would win her approval for the costumes. I bought more than one being unsure of the right size. The goal was 'way too tight with easy access and much too short for decency'.
I cruised back by the apartment, hoping Tina had come home after her night out but the car wasn't there, so I didn't stop but drove to the worst ghetto areas in Oakland. Cheap prostitutes were out along San Pablo Ave, now named after the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. I pictured in my mind, Tina turning tricks there. A few of the whores were pretty and I felt sorry for them. They weren't out there because it was fun or exciting. I knew most of what they earned went to support lowlife pimps and their own drug habits. Few would be pretty a couple of years from now.
I drove up to MacArthur Boulevard and found what I was looking for. If Tina hadn't gotten down and dirty enough with the old winos in San Francisco, she could come here and pretend to be the cheapest of the cheap whores in the Oakland ghetto. I had a feeling the idea would appeal to her. Cops cruised the boulevard but ignored the hookers so I guessed she wouldn't be arrested if she spent a night here.
Back at the apartment Tina's Lincoln still wasn't there but I had run out of things to do so I went in to wait for her. I wondered what she could be doing all day after spending the night with two horny Russians? She showed up soon after sundown, naked as usual but obviously tired. She said she was exhausted and had to sleep but she'd try to stay awake long enough to tell me about her night and day if I would lick her very used pussy and ass.
“Ass”? We'd never done anal, had someone fucked her ass? I kept quiet for once. As I dutifully buried my face between her butt cheeks it was obvious that someone had fucked her ass. Maybe more than one someone.
I cleaned her with my tongue and then with a soothing warm washcloth as she briefly brought me up to date. The film producer had fucked her for a long time in his office. He'd also bought an expensive necklace. He was a really nice guy and fascinated to learn about her. He said he was a sex addict himself and would love to see her in action with some other men. She had agreed to meet him at a porn theater on Geary St in the morning, after her date with the Russians and that was where she'd been all day. The place was dark except for the light from the little movie screen, and full of horny men, mostly old, “but not too old” she chuckled. He had also made a date with her for Friday after work to take her to a swing house in Oakland and would leave her there. I could pick her up.
She hadn't seen her security guard after work and with a couple of hours to kill before meeting the Russians she went to the parking garage. The guys there were waiting for her and she was delighted to see her nude picture tacked to a wall in full view to the public. She told them she had decided to leave the car there all night but needed to get something out of it. She asked to use their restroom, where she stripped off the clothes she would wear on her date and came out nude. The men flipped a coin to see who would take her first and off she went in the elevator. All three of them took a turn fucking her on the back seat. She went back to the restroom, cleaned up and dressed again . Then took a cab to the hotel.
It was the wonderful old International Hotel that I believe is no longer there. Hookers often plied their trade at the International, some giving $10 blow jobs on the stairs and the hallways. Tina's see through blouse and short skirt was not out of place there. The Russian and his friend were appreciative of her big breasts on display and with much fondling, some vodka and some sign language they invited her out for drinks and dinner at a decent restaurant a short walk from the hotel. Walking into the restaurant with both men half ***** and unable to keep their hands off her, she said they attracted attention and she felt really “whorish”. She liked it.
Back at the hotel they'd all stripped and went to bed. Both Russians were very well endowed.
“Bigger than me?” I had to ask.
Tina just said they were bigger without elaborating. One lay on his back and Tina “slid down his pole” and spread her legs for the other guy who oiled his cock and her ass and shoved his cock right in, making a 'Tina sandwich'. The sensation of two big cocks fucking her at once was overwhelming and while that went on she couldn't stop cumming. Between cigarette and vodka breaks the two Russians fucked Tina almost all night long. She got up ***** in the morning, got dressed, left her Russians passed out still, and took a cab to the Geary St porn theater and found her friend there waiting in the small lobby.
He escorted her into the dark theater and stripped off her blouse and skirt as soon as they'd entered. He then paraded her down one side aisle and across the front where she was well lit up for the entire audience to see. Then back up the other side aisle and, facing the seated men, into a full row of seats. As she moved along the row hands were on and in every part of her body, grabbing, fondling, stroking and pinching until she couldn't move any further. Someone pulled her head down and she opened her mouth for a semi hard cock. As she sucked it and licked the balls someone began fucking her pussy from behind. Men were leaning over each other, competing to pull on her breasts, and roughly squeezing or slapping her thighs and ass. The frantic action slowed as men ejaculated in and on her and once she kneeled face down on the dirty old carpeted floor while someone fucked her.
After a couple of hours her date, who had stayed close and enjoyed the show, said he had to leave but two older guys were massaging her tits and fingering her clit and she decided to stay, spending most of the day there. Her friend had left her clothes and a few dollars for cab fare with the manager.
That afternoon she went into the men's bathroom and washed herself all over, dressed and left the theater and rode back to the parking garage. The crew was disappointed when she said she was just too “fucked out” to “do” them but she'd certainly be back soon. There was no charge for parking. She drove home naked as usual, without incident, but walking up to the apartment some of the male neighbors had definitely seen her this time. Now all she wanted was sleep and she asked me not to leave for a “couple of hours” as she was sure that as soon as I left some young men would be knocking at the door. I asked if she wanted me to leave after a couple of hours. She said she'd leave that up to me but if I did go, “leave the door unlocked” and with that she fell asleep.
(I should add here that weekly (and more often) porn movie nights became regular events. My gorgeous wife was well known at the Hayward 'Bijou', the 'Palm' in San Mateo and the 'Zanadu' on Broadway in Oakland.)
Not all cuckolds have tiny cocks. I knew I didn't have a huge penis but mine wasn't exactly small either. The fact is I was rather proud of my 7 incher. In our first days of Tina's infidelities, she had commented favorably to me more than once on her lover's cock size. For my part, I was insecure enough that I didn't want to hear that my member came up short, so to speak. Yet curiosity got the better of me and I finally asked if Mr C's cock was bigger than mine? It was bigger and one of the Russian's was “really huge”. Clearly, she appreciated bigger cocks and at first I didn't want to know the truth but it wasn't long until I came to want, even need the humiliation of knowing men with bigger cocks than mine could satisfy her sexually better than I. I was changing and learning about the cuckold lifestyle with no external guidance. Tina took it upon herself to read about cucks and what rocked our boats so she was always a step or three ahead of me and took the lead in what I had begun. She understood my need for humiliation and submission while I was still in denial.
So here it is Wednesday and that afternoon, as usual, she phoned me at work to either titillate or upset me with an account of her day so far. Pure titillation at first as she told me she'd driven fast to the city, a couple of men in pickup trucks had seen she was naked and one even chased her for a while. She said she would have stopped for a 'quick fuck' if she hadn't been so eager to seduce the guys at the garage.
I said “damn! You'll fuck anyone won't you?”
“Anyone with a hard cock.” she replied with a laugh.
Instead of getting out of the car when she pulled into the garage, she waited, naked, for the guy who would park it. He took one look at her, and got right into the driver's seat. She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her breast, saying to him “I'm horny. Fuck me”. He was speechless but certainly willing. He drove the car into an elevator and then into a parking spot on an upper floor, where they fucked in the back seat. She told me it was over too soon and she was frustrated and even hornier than before. He had to hurry back down to pick up another car but he showed her where the 'people' elevator was so she could ride it down when she was ready. Instead of getting her coat out of the trunk, she got out, bent over the front fender and waited. It wasn't a minute till the next car arrived and parked next to her. The driver got out, looked at her and exclaimed appreciatively. She gave her firm round butt an inviting shake and said “Come and get it”.
“He came and got it right there.” she happily told me.
They chatted for a minute or two but the garage was busy then and he couldn't stay. She asked him to tell the night crew that the big Lincoln belonged to a very horny lady. He told her that was good because the night crew was a horny bunch. She asked how many guys were on the night shift and was told, “three”.
“Thats all?” she pouted. “Well, I hope they all like little women with big tits!” she said. She got her coat out of the trunk and signed and gave him a nude Polaroid picture Mr C had taken - 'to show the night crew'.
The thought of her giving out a nude photo of herself to men she didn't know, with the hope they'd fuck her had me shaking with excitement. I said I didn't know she had any of the pictures and she said she'd meant to show me but had just forgotten all about them.
She then rode the elevator down, cleaned her dripping pussy in the garage restroom and walked to her office building just as Mr C was opening the shop. She sounded disappointed when she told me that Mr C hadn't fucked her today but he loved the sheer, see through lavender blouse she had put on and when one of his better customers, a young film producer with an office in the building had been obviously admiring her breasts while selecting a necklace for his fiance, Mr C, winking at Tina, had suggested a private showing in the guy's office later that afternoon. Tina told me that was where she was going right after our phone call. I said I was glad to know Mr C was open to using her new sexuality for his business and I hoped the film producer would take full advantage of her. She was sure he would and she was eager to go. She said I'd have to wait til tomorrow to find out though.
She was looking forward to telling me all about her date with the Russians and was going to take the day off work as she wouldn't get much sleep that night. She would “probably” be at home when I came in from work.
I spent a crappy night alone with images of Tina and garage attendants and Tina with two Russians. All the men in my fantasies had huge cocks – at least 12 inches with the girth of beer cans. And in my dreaming fantasies my own cock was miniscule.....Sigh.
I absolutely hated waking up alone Thursday morning, aware that this would be happening with frequency now. I tried to put a positive spin on it and actually became aroused imagining watching my gorgeous future wife walking away from me, eager to be with some faceless stranger. I resolved to spend some time that day planning a kinky and erotic weekend. The image of Tina, with her flawless skin and lovely figure ***** in a seedy bar being pawed by gnarly dirty old men, unshaven and missing teeth flashed in my mind and I knew that would definitely be on the agenda. Since I didn't feel I could concentrate on work I decided to take the day off and find that bar. After all, she had claimed any man with a hard cock was welcome to fuck her. That weekend I would put her to the test.
I was feeling much better now. I decided the Tenderloin area of San Francisco would be the place to look for a real wino bar. It didn't take long. The area around the Greyhound depot near 3rd , 4th and Howard streets abounded with seedy lowlife bars. I went into a couple and found them perfectly nasty. The mens rooms stunk worse than the old bums nursing their beers. They had back doors that opened into filthy alleys....Perfect!
I found a thrift store and invested a couple of dollars for dingy mens undershirts I thought would make good dresses, a pair of high heel fuzzy slippers close to her size caught my eye so I bought them too. In the car I added a few strategically placed rips and one good sized hole in the shirts. I was sure her urges toward exhibitionism would win her approval for the costumes. I bought more than one being unsure of the right size. The goal was 'way too tight with easy access and much too short for decency'.
I cruised back by the apartment, hoping Tina had come home after her night out but the car wasn't there, so I didn't stop but drove to the worst ghetto areas in Oakland. Cheap prostitutes were out along San Pablo Ave, now named after the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. I pictured in my mind, Tina turning tricks there. A few of the whores were pretty and I felt sorry for them. They weren't out there because it was fun or exciting. I knew most of what they earned went to support lowlife pimps and their own drug habits. Few would be pretty a couple of years from now.
I drove up to MacArthur Boulevard and found what I was looking for. If Tina hadn't gotten down and dirty enough with the old winos in San Francisco, she could come here and pretend to be the cheapest of the cheap whores in the Oakland ghetto. I had a feeling the idea would appeal to her. Cops cruised the boulevard but ignored the hookers so I guessed she wouldn't be arrested if she spent a night here.
Back at the apartment Tina's Lincoln still wasn't there but I had run out of things to do so I went in to wait for her. I wondered what she could be doing all day after spending the night with two horny Russians? She showed up soon after sundown, naked as usual but obviously tired. She said she was exhausted and had to sleep but she'd try to stay awake long enough to tell me about her night and day if I would lick her very used pussy and ass.
“Ass”? We'd never done anal, had someone fucked her ass? I kept quiet for once. As I dutifully buried my face between her butt cheeks it was obvious that someone had fucked her ass. Maybe more than one someone.
I cleaned her with my tongue and then with a soothing warm washcloth as she briefly brought me up to date. The film producer had fucked her for a long time in his office. He'd also bought an expensive necklace. He was a really nice guy and fascinated to learn about her. He said he was a sex addict himself and would love to see her in action with some other men. She had agreed to meet him at a porn theater on Geary St in the morning, after her date with the Russians and that was where she'd been all day. The place was dark except for the light from the little movie screen, and full of horny men, mostly old, “but not too old” she chuckled. He had also made a date with her for Friday after work to take her to a swing house in Oakland and would leave her there. I could pick her up.
She hadn't seen her security guard after work and with a couple of hours to kill before meeting the Russians she went to the parking garage. The guys there were waiting for her and she was delighted to see her nude picture tacked to a wall in full view to the public. She told them she had decided to leave the car there all night but needed to get something out of it. She asked to use their restroom, where she stripped off the clothes she would wear on her date and came out nude. The men flipped a coin to see who would take her first and off she went in the elevator. All three of them took a turn fucking her on the back seat. She went back to the restroom, cleaned up and dressed again . Then took a cab to the hotel.
It was the wonderful old International Hotel that I believe is no longer there. Hookers often plied their trade at the International, some giving $10 blow jobs on the stairs and the hallways. Tina's see through blouse and short skirt was not out of place there. The Russian and his friend were appreciative of her big breasts on display and with much fondling, some vodka and some sign language they invited her out for drinks and dinner at a decent restaurant a short walk from the hotel. Walking into the restaurant with both men half ***** and unable to keep their hands off her, she said they attracted attention and she felt really “whorish”. She liked it.
Back at the hotel they'd all stripped and went to bed. Both Russians were very well endowed.
“Bigger than me?” I had to ask.
Tina just said they were bigger without elaborating. One lay on his back and Tina “slid down his pole” and spread her legs for the other guy who oiled his cock and her ass and shoved his cock right in, making a 'Tina sandwich'. The sensation of two big cocks fucking her at once was overwhelming and while that went on she couldn't stop cumming. Between cigarette and vodka breaks the two Russians fucked Tina almost all night long. She got up ***** in the morning, got dressed, left her Russians passed out still, and took a cab to the Geary St porn theater and found her friend there waiting in the small lobby.
He escorted her into the dark theater and stripped off her blouse and skirt as soon as they'd entered. He then paraded her down one side aisle and across the front where she was well lit up for the entire audience to see. Then back up the other side aisle and, facing the seated men, into a full row of seats. As she moved along the row hands were on and in every part of her body, grabbing, fondling, stroking and pinching until she couldn't move any further. Someone pulled her head down and she opened her mouth for a semi hard cock. As she sucked it and licked the balls someone began fucking her pussy from behind. Men were leaning over each other, competing to pull on her breasts, and roughly squeezing or slapping her thighs and ass. The frantic action slowed as men ejaculated in and on her and once she kneeled face down on the dirty old carpeted floor while someone fucked her.
After a couple of hours her date, who had stayed close and enjoyed the show, said he had to leave but two older guys were massaging her tits and fingering her clit and she decided to stay, spending most of the day there. Her friend had left her clothes and a few dollars for cab fare with the manager.
That afternoon she went into the men's bathroom and washed herself all over, dressed and left the theater and rode back to the parking garage. The crew was disappointed when she said she was just too “fucked out” to “do” them but she'd certainly be back soon. There was no charge for parking. She drove home naked as usual, without incident, but walking up to the apartment some of the male neighbors had definitely seen her this time. Now all she wanted was sleep and she asked me not to leave for a “couple of hours” as she was sure that as soon as I left some young men would be knocking at the door. I asked if she wanted me to leave after a couple of hours. She said she'd leave that up to me but if I did go, “leave the door unlocked” and with that she fell asleep.
(I should add here that weekly (and more often) porn movie nights became regular events. My gorgeous wife was well known at the Hayward 'Bijou', the 'Palm' in San Mateo and the 'Zanadu' on Broadway in Oakland.)
