A blush came to Stephanie’s face as she thought of the third reason she was sure Ryan would never cheat. Ryan wasn’t just small in stature. He was small “there”, too. Or so he said, and Stephanie had no reason not to believe him. Ryan was her first and only lover; she’d never seen another man’s penis, so she didn’t know from experience. But, before they’d married, Ryan had felt the need to tell her. She loved him for his honesty, and for his courage. It couldn’t have been easy for him to admit his literal shortcoming to her.
But, she often wished he had not told her. Intercourse with Ryan was emotionally rewarding; she loved bringing him such pleasure. But, she received no physical pleasure from it. She had anticipated pain on her wedding night, but there had been none. Despite her virginity, Ryan had slipped in easily; though there’d been no pain, there’d been no pleasure, either. And that hadn’t changed with experience. Ryan felt guilty about it, and he made a point of making up for it. He pleasured her with his hands and his mouth, and she enjoyed that a great deal, almost always enjoying an orgasm. She’d occasionally return the oral attention, but she found that distasteful and Ryan soon stopped asking, contenting himself to orgasm within her womanhood.
Now, five years into their marriage, Stephanie found her desire for sex growing at the very time that Ryan’s new job had cut drastically into their sex life. She also felt a growing disappointment in the quality of their sex life. Recently, on a girl’s night out, one of her tipsy neighbors had pointed at a guy and commented, “Look at the bulge in that stud’s pants. What I wouldn’t give to give that a try.” It had been meant as a joke, but while the other women laughed, Stephanie couldn’t help but stare. The following day she had tried to check out Ryan’s bulge, only to realize that there was no bulge at all. Feeling guilty, she had quickly looked away. But, she’d found herself having to fight an urge to “crotch watch” ever since.
Ryan had at first been clueless. The new job was initially exhausting, and he’d simply not been able to find the energy for sex. This was a first for him; despite having a diminutive penis, he’d always had a powerful sex drive. But the challenges of juggling two jobs were such that he hadn’t even really noticed the change. Finally, just the Wednesday before, Stephanie had complained that they hadn’t had weeknight sex in six weeks. This surprised Ryan on two levels. The first was the actual fact of the matter; he was shocked it had been that long. Equally surprising was Stephanie’s complaint. Though she’d never said no, Ryan was under the impression that Steph had mostly seen their sex as a chore. He hadn’t really thought about it, but if he had he would have assumed that she would have viewed his decreased interest as a welcome respite.
The fact that Stephanie missed their almost daily sex was arousing to Ryan, and that night’s bedroom activities were vigorous, if short. While he had wanted to please Stephanie first, she had insisted on him climbing between her legs. Since the honeymoon, which had been a bit embarrassing, he’d never had an instance of premature ejaculation. But, the decreased frequency, and the hunger in Stephanie’s expression and attitude, brought Ryan to an early completion. Stephanie had felt next to nothing, and she’d never dream of asking Ryan to pleasure her after he’d finished inside her. So, after a brief cuddle, she’d pushed him away and turned her back, silent tears filling her eyes.
Sated, exhausted from the long hours he was working, Ryan did not immediately sense Stephanie’s frustration. But then he felt her gentle sobs, and quickly took her shoulder, trying to turn her back to him. She resisted, until he asked, “What’s wrong, love? I thought this was what you wanted? You know I wanted to pleasure you first.”
Stephanie then turned and responded, “Why does there have to be a question of first? Why can’t we…why can’t we orgasm together? What’s wrong with me, that I can never orgasm with you inside me?”
She hated herself for the disingenuousness of the question. And hated herself all the more because of the utter uselessness of the question. She knew, or least strongly suspected, that the issue was Ryan’s size, not any problem with her body. But, how could she ask about that? What would she say? And what difference did it make? Plastic surgeons could give a flat-chested girl boobs as big as she desired. But, there was no such option for men whom nature had cheated. So, why bring it up? Why put the blame on herself, knowing full well that Ryan would never allow her to take the responsibility?
And then the expected and the completely unexpected happened at the same time. Ryan blushed, then looked away, and then looked her in the eye and admitted, as she’d expected, “It’s not you Steph, it’s me. It’s my size, or lack of it.” He looked away again, and then came the unlooked for, as he turned back to her and added, “I’m sure you’d orgasm with a bigger cock inside you.”
The words were shocking. More shocking still was the throbbing of Ryan’s cock against her thigh. Stephanie didn’t know how to react. She’d pushed Ryan to admit that his size was the issue, and his embarrassment was obvious. Stephanie hated herself anew, for the pain she’d obviously caused Ryan. And she was ashamed at the way her womanhood had moistened at Ryan’s mention of a bigger cock. Ashamed, but confused and curious, too. Ryan was embarrassed, but he was also aroused, as the throbbing of his cock showed. What did that mean; how could he be hard again so quickly?
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