I laid down quickly, keen to remove my small cock from view, particularly from the gaze of the new object of my wife’s obsession. I laid on my back starting up at the sky, my mind racing. My wife was openly and brazenly aroused by another man. It was my worst nightmare. She probably wanted to suck his huge, thick cock. To feel it stretch her gorgeous pussy, filling it like my 5.5 inch erection never could. It was awful! How could she?! She wanted that huge pole inside her, those big balls slapping her ass until he filled her with his huge load. Wait…what the hell? I was horrified, so why was my dick absolutely rock hard?! Did it turn me on? Yes!! God help me, it did.
I covered my modest erect dick, glancing enviously at my new rival. Noting, with some shame, that he was substantially larger soft than me fully erect. I took a paperback from my bag and started to read, hoping to erase the image of my wife being fucked deep and hard, her big tits jiggling. Her moans of pleasure filling the room; moans I’d never heard. Louder, deeper, harder. Her climax ringing out. Again and again and again. His huge virile load oozing from her satiated pussy. NO!! Nonsense. She’d never do that to me. She didn’t care about size, had no interest in big dick studs. She told me so herself.