It was a Size Issue Ch. 01

It's a probability issue.

The pill is 99% safe, but if you fuck enough, that 1% is eventually going to get you pregnant.

And if you screw around enough, no matter how careful you are, something unexpected is going to trip you up, and you're going to get caught.

I played poker once a week at my buddy Jim's house. We always went to his place because he'd converted his double garage into a cool man cave with a big beer fridge. There were even two fold-up beds for those of us who were unable to drive home at the end of the night. His house was especially convenient for me because it was only a twenty-minute walk from my place, allowing me to walk home at the end of the game.

The games usually lasted four to five hours, which allowed my wife to do whatever she wanted while I was gone. Not that she couldn't do that most nights anyway. We were both forty-five, and our twins had moved out, so we had lots of free time on our hands. We shared household responsibilities, such as cooking, cleaning, and grocery shopping. Sometimes we watched shows together, and at other times, we watched different shows in separate rooms. Sometimes we went out together, and other times she visited her friends or went to see her mom, sister, or the kids. When I asked her what she did on the poker nights, she'd usually shrug and say, 'Nothing special.'

One night, the game had been going for a while, and Jim started to get a pain in his side. The pain got severe quite quickly. Allan was a doctor and flicked his finger on the spot. Jim yelped in pain. Allan said it was Jim's appendix, and he should go to the hospital. The game ended abruptly. By the time I walked home, over two hours had passed since I left my place. I was horny thinking about fucking Jenna since we hadn't done it in over a week. I wanted to sneak up and surprise her. I was the one who got a surprise.

The house was dark, and I quietly crept through the rooms looking for her until I heard a noise upstairs. As I tiptoed up the stairs, the noise got louder. It sounded like moaning from our bedroom. WTH? I smiled. Was Jenna masturbating? It sure sounded like she was enjoying herself!

I just about had a heart attack when I looked in the room. The ceiling light was off, but the two night table lights were on, and I could easily see Jenna's legs wrapped around a black guy's back as he pummelled her pussy with the largest dick I'd ever seen. No wonder she was moaning! His dick was so thick that her pussy lips pulled out on every upstroke. There was a sheen of sweat on the guy's back, and his dick was coated in streaks of her white cream. I could tell Jenna was getting close to coming because her moaning was getting louder and louder, and her toes were curled tight.

She cried out loudly and came, and then his ass cheeks clenched, and he shot into her. He continued to pump into her a few more times and then rolled off beside her. Fuck! It was Owen! Jenna was a support programmer at a large software company and worked in a cubicle with three other people. One of them was Owen. He was another support programmer. Jenna said he was a good programmer and got along fine with him, but said he had an anal personality and could be irritating. I guess he wasn't irritating her tonight.

Jenna's legs were splayed open, and gobs of white cream were oozing out of her raw-looking pussy. She looked over at Owen and smiled.

"Fuck! Your dick always feels so damn good in my pussy, but you sure do leave a mess behind!"

He grinned. "Comes with the big dick!"

"Ya, well, after you leave, cleaning my pussy takes more time than anything else. If Tom ever got in there after you, it would be like putting his dick in a swamp."

He smiled. "Not my problem. In fact, I should be going. Gotta go home and have a shower and call my mom. See you at work tomorrow." He grinned. "Hopefully, you don't leave a white puddle on your chair tomorrow like you did the first time we fucked."

"Very funny! That wasn't from your cum. It was because I was super aroused the next day, thinking about the night before. Get going! I need to change the sheets and clean myself up before Tom gets home."

Owen smiled. "Same time next week when Tom's playing cards?"

She grinned. "Wouldn't miss that big dick of yours for anything!"

I'd heard enough, and Owen started to dress, so I booted it out of the house and waited for him to leave. I followed him, and his car was parked one street over. Probably to avoid any noisy neighbor attention that his car might draw.

I wasn't going to walk around for two hours waiting for Jenna to clean up her crime scene, so I called and told her what happened to Jim and said I was halfway home and would be there in ten minutes. She didn't sound panicked. I couldn't wait to see how she and the bedroom looked when I rolled in. I wasn't in a good fucking mood and felt like confronting her, but there were too many unanswered questions crashing around in my head, so I decided to wait. I needed more information, although it was going to be brutal being civil. And I sure as shit hoped she wasn't interested in sex the next few days because I wasn't interested in touching her.

I walked around for ten minutes, then entered. She was watching TV.

"Hi, honey. That's terrible news about Jim."

"Ya, well, at least Allan was there to diagnose it quickly, so it didn't burst. I guess it's brutal if an appendix bursts."

Jenna didn't look like she'd just been fucked silly a few minutes ago. Time for the first test.

"How was your night?"

"Fine," she said, nonchalantly.

Bitch!

"Do anything special?"

"Nope."

LIAR! I couldn't resist. "How's Owen?"

She looked up, surprised. "Owen? What brought him up?"

"Oh, I thought I saw a black guy that looked like him as I got near the house, so it made me think about him. You haven't mentioned him in a while."

That definitely threw her for a loop, but the timeline didn't quite compute, so she took it as a coincidence.

"Oh, he's the same old anal Owen. Nothing new."

"I think I'm going to bed. I feel tired."

"Okay, I'll be up soon."

The minute I got in the room, I sniffed the bed where Jenna's cunt had been oozing Owen's cum on the sheets, but it smelled fresh. Jenna must have followed me because I heard her voice from behind, "What are you doing?"

"I'm smelling the sheets. They smelled lemon fresh. I don't remember them smelling fresh earlier today."

She smiled. "That's because your wife changed them like she regularly does, so they stay fresh."

If she'd been closer, I would have wiped that smarmy fucking smile off her face. You changed them because you're a lying slut, and they were covered in Owen's cum.

I stripped to my underwear and moved to the far edge of the bed, facing away from her. I heard her undressing and felt the sheets lifting on her side and the mattress shifting. Normally, she snuggled into me, but there was a pause. She was probably wondering why I was so far away and facing away. When you've been married for over twenty years, you can feel when things are off with your spouse. Nothing needs to be said. You can sense it. She probably sensed that there was a very prickly hubby on the other side of the bed, and it was best to leave him alone.

She said, "Goodnight, Tom."

I didn't move or say anything back. Fuck you, cunt!"

===

I was awake most of the night plotting a strategy.

I decided to develop the flu starting tomorrow as an excuse to keep my distance from Jenna. No kisses or hugs or sex or physical contact. I would sleep in the guest room to keep my germs from spreading. We'd done that for each other in the past, so it shouldn't arouse suspicions. Jenna seemed sympathetic and said she would do all the cooking until I felt better. Big of her!

My first objective was to gather more information. I bought a tracking device and attached it to her car to see where she was going during the day, and a motion-activated camera that fit neatly into our bedroom ceiling fan. It was so small you couldn't see it from the bed. I hoped to hear information on how long she'd been fucking Owen and any other useful tidbits. I still couldn't believe she was cheating on me. Talk about getting blindsided! I had zero idea that Jenna was unhappy with our relationship.

The tracking device didn't reveal anything. Jenna just drove her car to the expected places like work, the grocery store, etc.

My fake flu was gradually getting better because the next card game was coming up, and I needed to be able to go so Jenna would have Owen over. But there was no way in Hell I could focus on the game, so I told the guys I wouldn't be there and checked into a two-bit motel, set up my laptop, and waited for the bedroom camera to activate. Owen showed up around eight, which is right around when I would have arrived at the card game.

Jenna was lying on the bed, my fucking bed, naked, except for some sheer white nylons held up by a garter belt. She had on glossy pink lipstick, which made her lips look succulent. She wore her gold anklet, which I always found super sexy. Her bush was trimmed into her regular rectangular landing patch, and she was totally bald between her legs and was slowly fingering her glistening pussy. She looked radiant and was obviously turned on.

It was hard to believe Owen turned her on. I'd met the guy several times at Christmas parties, and he was a super anal, nerdie type of guy. The exact opposite of your studly macho black guy. And he was skinny as a rake, and instead of having a deep, sexy voice, he had an unpleasant nasal tone. He was completely missing the typical curvy black butt. The only thing he had going for him was a huge dick.

I guess that was enough for Jenna because the minute he got in bed, she was between his knees, worshipping his cock with her mouth and hands, grinning like a schoolgirl. Once he was hard, she lay on her back and spread her legs, and he mounted her and slowly fed his donkey dick into her. There was very little resistance, so she was obviously used to his dick, and after a few increasingly longer thrusts, he was buried balls deep inside her. It was incredible to see because I had no idea where it all went inside her body. It was super thick and long.

They just sat there for a minute. Perhaps she was savoring the full feeling of his dick in her body. I didn't know because they weren't saying anything. Then she whispered something in his ear, and he started to fuck her, slow at first, then faster and faster. She started to moan louder like the other night until he was pistoning into her like a high speed locomative. I was surprised the force of his big dick didn't rip her pussy to shreds, but she obviously was used to it and loved it because after she came, she lay there grinning like a fool.

"God! I love your cock! I wish Tom had a cock like yours. I'd be fucking him every day. I'd be fucking him multiple times a day! I'd never want to get out of bed! It's too bad because there's nothing wrong with his cock. It's actually a beautiful-looking cock, and he has great control, but it's just average in size, and I've never been able to come on it. Not once. It always felt good, but I never came once on his cock during the twenty years of our marriage. I just resigned myself to the fact that I'd never have vaginal orgasms, and fortunately, I always came from his mouth and hands, but I could never cum on his cock alone. Then you and I got sent on that big support job two years ago, and they messed up the rooms, and we had to share a bed. We celebrated too much after solving that huge server problem, and I woke up in the middle of the night with your huge thing against my stomach and couldn't take my eyes off it. I just had to touch it. It was so big and heavy. Then you opened your eyes, and one thing led to another, and the next thing I knew, a whole new world of pleasure opened up that I never could have imagined. Full vaginal orgasms that rocked my body so hard I thought my pussy was going to blow up when I came. There was no way I could go back to the way it was before. And here we are two years later. Fucking my pussy on Tom's card night has been perfect. It's enough to satisfy my craving to have that amazing full vaginal type of orgasm without jeopardizing my marriage. In fact, my sex life with Tom improved after you started fucking me every week. My sex drive increased dramatically, which benefited Tom, and sucking your big cock improved my blow job skills. I can now deep throat Tom, which he loves. It's been a win-win for both of us."

"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying my cock, Jenna, because I enjoy fucking you and like you, but I still think Tom is going to find out one day, and it's going to blow up in your face. You should have told him a long time ago that his dick wasn't giving you orgasms."

"Ya, right! I'm sure that would have gone over well!"

"Better back then, than now."

She sighed. "Thanks, Owen. I appreciate that you care about me, but this is the night for my body to enjoy how incredibly wonderful my pussy can feel with the right cock inside it, so I don't want to talk about anything but getting stuffed by your big dick again. Okay?"

He smiled. "You're the boss! Get those succulent lips of yours on my dick and get it hard again, and I'll ream your pussy until you beg me to stop!"

She grinned. 'Sounds like a deal to me!"

Two FUCKING years! She's been cheating on me for two years. What a fucking cunt. Doing it every week on my very own bed and then lying about it blithely every time I ask her what she did. So good to know that her improved blow job skills over the last two years were from sucking Owen's big dick! And that her increased sex drive was because Owen was plowing her slutty cunt every week with his huge cock. And it made me feel even better to know that my dick had never made her cum. EVER. What a fucking cunt she was!

We were through! There was nothing to talk about. It was all on the video. I watched it until Owen left. He fucked her three times. The last time he must have fucked her pussy for fifteen minutes straight until he came. She was moaning the whole time, constantly. The physical act of their fucking was actually extremely erotic, and I became mesmerized and actually got hard watching his huge chocolate dick go in and out of her white pussy again and again, listening to her moan in ecstasy with a look of pure bliss on her face. It was like watching a porn show, except it was my wife. She looked rapturous under Owen's dick. It was the real deal. She wasn't faking it. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

But when the visual ended, so did my sexual trance, and my rage returned. I called and told her I was going to sleep on one of the cots at Jim's because we'd been doing too many shooters. She laughed and said she'd see me tomorrow.

In the morning, I called my boss and took the day off, and made several trips from the house to my son Jeremy's place with my stuff while Jenna was at work. I showed him the video of Jenna sleeping with Owen. He was disgusted with her and said I could stay with him as long as I wanted. Then I called my daughter Samantha and said I'd broken up with Jenna and told her why, and sent her the video. She was shocked. Then I sent the clip to Jenna's email at work with the subject heading, 'We're through! Video attached! Don't call me! There's nothing to say!'

Of course, the calls, texts, and emails started right away, but I deleted them all.

Payback!

===

One month later:

"Dad, you need to talk to Mom."

"I don't want to. What's there to say?"

"Ya, I know, but you're putting me in a bad spot. Mom knows you're staying with me and is constantly pressuring me to see you. She even showed up the other day unannounced. I turned her away, but I didn't feel comfortable doing it. She's my Mom. She said she just wants to see you once and then she'll leave you alone. So, can you see her for me if nothing else? I don't like what she did to you, but I don't want to cut her out of my life. Okay?"

"Fine. Sorry to put you in a bad spot. I didn't realize she was pressuring you."

"Thanks, Dad!"

I felt bad for putting Jeremy in an awkward situation with Jenna. She was a good Mom and didn't do anything to him. And it was implied that I'd look for a place of my own when he let me stay at his place, but I'd barely looked. My heart wasn't in it. I felt emasculated learning my dick had never satisfied Jenna sexually and seeing her in ecstasy with Owen. It sapped my energy, and it was all I could do to go to work. By the time I got home, I was exhausted and wasn't interested in apartment hunting. I'd eat, and then make matters worse by watching the video of Owen fuck Jenna again and again. Listening to her say how she'd never had an orgasm from my cock and how incredible Owen's cock felt. Then I'd watch the final section where he actually fucked her for fifteen minutes straight. Fifteen minutes of seeing his huge dick disappear into her body and reappear again and again. Listening and seeing her develop into a state of utter sexual ecstasy that she never had with me. It was brutal on my ego, but also incredibly erotic to see, and I'd watch it again and again and again and rub my dick raw until there wasn't an ounce of sexual energy left in it. It sounds fucked, but I couldn't help myself. Then I'd go to bed and repeat the process day after day.

Jeremy was right, I needed to meet Jenna and maybe get some kind of closure. I couldn't keep going the way I was. I told Jeremy to tell Jenna I'd meet at our house on Saturday at 9:00 AM. There were some things of mine I needed to get, so it made sense for me to meet her there.

===

I was nervous when I rang the doorbell. It felt weird ringing the doorbell of my own house.

I'm not sure why, but I dressed up in a nice pair of dress pants and a shirt. It's not like I was going on a date, but it felt important that I look good to see her.

She smiled when she answered the door. She was obviously glad I had finally agreed to see her, but it was a cautious smile, and there was no hug like there used to be.

She had on my favorite pair of jeans. They were stretchy, narrow leg jeans that hugged her body and highlighted her tight, curvy ass. There was fancy stitching on the back, which I always thought looked nice. I can't remember if I ever told her I liked those jeans and she wore them for that reason, or if she just wore them today because she liked them. She also had on a fancy tight mauve V-neck t-shirt that displayed some nice cleavage. Jenna didn't have huge boobs, but they were big enough and were always very perky and still looked good. She looked great.

"Thanks for coming, Tom."

I nodded my head.

We sat in the living room.

Jenna started.

"Before we start, I'd like to ask one thing. That we both be totally honest. Because I think things could have been different if I'd been honest in the past, so at least for today, no matter how uncomfortable it may be, can we both agree to be honest?"

"Yes," I agreed.

She smiled. "Thank you."

She looked at me. "How are you?"

"Not good."

She waited.

"I'm angry. I feel hurt. I feel humiliated. And I'm lonely. I'm angry that you've been cheating on me for the last two years and blithely lying about what you were doing on the card nights whenever I asked you. I feel hurt that you never told me that I wasn't satisfying you sexually for the last twenty years. I feel humiliated seeing another man satisfy you sexually so much more than I do. And I'm lonely because I miss you."

I gave a half-hearted smile. "And how are you?"

She smiled sadly.

"I'm very lonely without you and incredibly sad and regretful that I hurt you so much, and even more so now after hearing how you feel. That's one of the main reasons I wanted to meet. To dispel the idea that you didn't satisfy me sexually. I never would have married you if you didn't. You made me come every single time we met. Every-single-time. Not too many women can say that. You just never gave me orgasms with your dick. You gave me orgasms with your mouth and hands, or you got me to the edge with your mouth and hands, and then pushed me over the edge with your dick. You were and are a great lover. The fact that I couldn't have a vaginal orgasm had nothing to do with your dick. I didn't know it at the time, but only 20% of women have orgasms from vaginal sex and require additional clitoral stimulation. I didn't tell you then because I just thought it was me, and I was still having orgasms every time we had sex, so I wasn't upset. I guess I didn't see what there was to gain by telling you. I'm not sure what we would have done differently, although now I could think of some things. But some of those might have been risky, depending upon how you reacted."