Wife tolerates my small dick after cuckolding me from the start

My wife doesn’t like to deliberately acknowledge that I have a smaller dick than any man she’s been with; although she has inadvertently said as much many times. She has certainly always refused to indulge my desire to be teased about my small penis or to hear stories about her previous lovers.

She says it’s pathetic and weird of me and more significantly that it might open desires in her and take our marriage down a path that we both regret. She has never fully explained what she means by that.

But the little ways in which she has occasionally let slip her frustration at my inability to satisfy her sexual needs and her contempt for my small dick have been so delicately humiliating that they arouse me as much as any memories of my experiences of humiliation and cuckolding by previous girlfriends.

When we first met

We first met through her ex-boyfriend Adam, a mutual friend, who was well known as a stud; a rough sexual man with a very big cock. Their relationship had ended but they were still having sex.

In fact she was still seeing him regularly when we first started going out together. She assured me it wasn’t serious. Just sex. She had no feelings for him any more.

When we started dating we talked about our previous relationships and hopes for the future. She told me that she’d been a naughty girl, had got into lots of trouble and was always attracted to the wrong sort of man. She said she was keen to put her old life behind her and thought I might be Mr Right as I was so different to the men she’d been out with before.

She wanted to get married and have a family; as did I – we were both at that age in life where we only had one last chance before we became too old. And so I soon got to meet her parents and sisters and aunts and I worked hard at getting them to like me. Which they did.

Taking things slow

She wanted us to play it very slowly when it came to having sex. She said that’s where things had always gone wrong in the past and anyway it would be more romantic and exciting: like old fashioned courting. If I was serious about marriage I would be prepared to wait, to woo her and treat her with respect and demonstrate my suitability as husband material. Which I did.

I agreed to whatever she said. She was, and still; is a very beautiful big powerful woman and I was in awe, in love and very proud that she was with me.

And there was a great deal of truth in her contention that not having sex would be exciting and romantic: I was constantly horny which somehow made me feel totally in love and I would do anything she asked in this state of celibate courtship.

I put all my frustrated libido into being the perfect, devoted fiancé. Also I was nervous about sex because my cock is very small: maybe 3 inches at it’s most fully erect: very small compared to most men let alone her ex, the famously well endowed Adam.

We didn’t have sex but we dated and kissed and cuddled. She dressed very sexily and allowed me to touch her until I became too excited when she would kiss me on the nose and send me home. I wanted to see her every day so she got me to pick her up from here and there: work, the gym, friend’s houses, pubs and nightclubs and take her home to her flat or to her parent’s house or friend’s houses in my car.

She would often phone me to collect her from Adam’s place; a house he shared with some other mutual friends and guys I worked with. The first time I came in and waited downstairs as I knew his housemates and thought we would chat but they avoided me and gave me funny looks so I made an excuse and said I had to wait in the car.

I waited an hour, watching the door from over the road in a state of nervous excitement and growing a knot of sexual jealousy in my stomach. When she finally came out of the door of his house and walked to my car, got in and kissed me I was so relieved and happy to see her that I pretended not to know they’d been fucking.

That night she was so lovely to me as I drove her home and she even let me put my fingers in her cunt when we kissed in the car outside her flat. She said that Adam was disappointed that I hadn’t come in because he really likes me. I told her that I hadn’t felt welcome and she said she’d speak to the boys and made me promise to wait downstairs next time.

So after that I was invited in to wait downstairs for her and I sat there making small talk with his hippy housemates while she was upstairs in Adam’s room. I would wait for an hour or more and when she finally came downstairs she would look as though she’d just got dressed, her make up freshly touched up, patting her hair, adjusting her clothes and he would follow behind her in a pair of shorts looking like he’d just got out of bed. He would be very friendly with me, invite me to stop for a beer but she would be keen for us to go as quickly as possible.

Going down in a good way

As our relationship progressed she invited me in to her flat and we lay together on her sofa drinking wine and watching films. She let me go down on her but said it was too soon for us to have sex. I tried very hard to please her with my tongue and fingers, as previous girlfriends had told me I was good at. But I found she wasn’t so easy to satisfy.

The first time I went down on her I was licking her clit with my tongue and sticking my fingers in her cunt when she stopped me and angrily told me, “God Dave, if you want to make me cum you’ll have to go a lot deeper and a lot faster than that.”

That stuck with me. I can still hear her saying it now, twenty years later. When I remind her she just laughs and says she doesn’t remember.

My small penis confession

When I finally let her see my dick I was pleasantly relieved by her response. She didn’t laugh or sneer or get cross. She didn’t make any disparaging comments about it being much smaller than other men’s dicks. Instead her face lit up with delight and she made a fuss of it saying how it was so sexy and sweet.

When I confessed my worries about my size and told her what other girls had said she assured me that size isn’t the only important thing and that she’d had enough of rough macho men with big dicks. She said mine wasn’t the smallest one she’d seen and told me about this guy she’d had a one night stand with who had what she called a ‘pencil dick’ that was “even smaller than yours, so don’t worry.”

She talked a lot about previous boyfriends who’d been in rock bands or were drug smugglers and mercenaries who’d been in the SAS. She had stories of group sex in hotel rooms and jobs accompanying gangsters where she had to pose as their girlfriend and let them fuck her. She admitted that she had been obsessed with powerful guys with big cocks and hated herself for allowing men to control her with sex.

Popping the big question

Finally, and with her consent, I asked for her hand in marriage. It was very formal proposal. I had champagne and a ring and I went down on one knee and begged her to be my wife. She said yes.That night we lay together in her bed and she told me to make love to her.

Because my dick is so small I have to be careful that it doesn’t slip out when I have sex which means the woman not moving her hips or bum too much. And because my strokes are necessarily short and quick I always cum quickly. Or not at all; if I lose my erection. They can’t always feel my dick inside them anyway. I will never know what it’s like to make a woman shudder with passion as she has an orgasm. I’m usually concentrating more on myself; trying not to slip out or lose rhythm.

To make up for it I always make sure I go down on the woman and do my level best to give her an orgasm after I’ve cum. I don’t mind the taste of my own semen. Either way it’s a much more submissive role than it would be for a man with a big cock.

Making it official

That first time I could tell she couldn’t really feel me inside her but she made such encouraging noises of pleasure and when I did cum she looked at me and squealed with mock delight as if I was a pet that had done something clever. I found that humiliating and arousing.

Shortly after we had made it public that we were getting married she disappeared for a weekend, without any warning. I just couldn’t get hold of her. I hunted around, called on people we knew, her family and girlfriends. They couldn’t help but assured me she was fine and told me I mustn’t worry. They would try and change the subject, congratulate me and tell me how excited they were about the wedding. I suspected that some of her friends weren’t being entirely honest with me. I spent the weekend in a state of sexual jealousy and humiliation; drinking and wanking.

I phoned her workplace on the Monday and they said she’d phoned in sick. She wasn’t at home or at her parents. She finally phoned me on the Tuesday night and told me to stop worrying, asked me why I’d had to leave so many messages and pester all her friends and family. She didn’t want me to come over but admitted she had no food in the house and eventually said I could see her if I went to the supermarket and she sent me a long shopping list

I finally got to hers to find her in bed. She said she just hadn’t been very well and was very sorry. I fussed over her and made her hot drinks and she got a bit cross at my fussing. She told I could get into bed with her and when I went down on her she told me to be very gentle as she was very sore ‘down there’.

She appeared to have a small orgasm with my tongue and then lazily said it was okay for me to ‘have my turn now’ but to be gentle as she was sore and tired. She managed to murmur with affected pleasure while falling asleep and she began to snore while I was inside her. I found this so shameful and arousing that I came and she sensed it saying “Ooh lovely, good boy, so nice” in her sleep.

One last night of big cock

The next morning she told me that she hadn’t been ill but that she’d been at Adam’s all weekend. She said she hadn’t intended to stay that long; she’d only meant to go for one last night of sex to ‘get him and his big cock out of my system once and for all’ before committing to marriage and a lifetime of loving sex with me.

When I admitted I was upset and told her of my feelings of humiliation, jealous and inadequacy she became cross with me. She told me that if I didn’t see what she’d done with Adam as a sign of her commitment and love for me perhaps we should call off the wedding. I told her I was scared and embarrassed to meet Adam and all of her friends and family who knew. They would all be at the wedding.

She told me to remember that, while many of them do know about her and Adam and also about me having a smaller than average penis, they all know that it’s me she’s marrying, not Adam or any of the other guys and isn’t that more important and something to be proud of.