Sexually Inadequate Hubby: Small Penis: The Cummingler
Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2015 7:15 pm
Sexually Inadequate Hubby: Small Penis: The Cummingler
Here are the links to the previous chapters: viewtopic.php?f=18&t=15168&p=190128#p190128.
On Saturday morning, Julie initiated lovemaking. They vigorously tried different positions, reveling in their newfound versatility. Afterwards, as they cuddled on the bed, she told Luke many times how proud she was of him and how much she loved him. He questioned her about the next step in the program, but she hushed him. “Later, my love.”
She made breakfast. Luke wandered downstairs and found her in the kitchen. A large apron covered her as she cooked. When she removed it, Luke wolf-whistled. Julie wore a short skirt, stockings and heels, and a formfitting blouse. “You’re dressed for sexy discussion.”
“I hope so,” said Julie with a smile.
During breakfast, bewilderment replaced Luke’s pleasurable memories of their coupling. Julie spoke of trivialities like Stephanie’s short skirt, even the trouble they had finding a parking place. She spoke faster than usual and her hands fluttered about. “Julie, what’s bugging you?”
Julie stopped in mid-speech and put her hands in her lap. “That bad, huh?”
“Since I came downstairs, you’ve been about as nervous as I’ve ever seen you. What’s up?”
Pensive, Julie looked down. She took a deep breath, looked at Luke, and said, “We need to have a difficult conversation later today, Luke, and I’m concerned about it.” Her eyes pleaded for his understanding.
“Why not now? Or right after breakfast?”
Julie smiled. “We should wait well past your recovery time; I want you to have a full, plump erection. I didn’t say the conversation would be unpleasant, just difficult.” She kissed him.
Luke looked at her speculatively. “Well, you’re being rather mysterious.” He looked at his watch. “How long? I have gotten it back up in an hour and a half, and it’s been that long.”
“For this, I need your best boner. Let’s wait another hour.”
“Well, on these matters, you seem to know best, so another hour it is.”
Explaining herself alleviated Julie’s attack of nerves, and they spent the hour cleaning up from breakfast and looking at maps for a hike they planned the next day. They composed a group email for the participants, explaining logistics.
With the email off in the ether, they saw over two hours had passed since breakfast. Julie said, “I’m ready. Are you? Is your prong?”
“Should be. It’s been plenty of time. Anyway, I want to know what’s up.”
Julie gulped and smiled nervously. “Okay, let’s sit on the couch.”
“Julie, honey, I don’t know what you’re so nervous about, but I’m forewarned enough that I promise if I get really upset, I’ll take a walk rather than start an argument.”
Julie met his eyes with a tight smile. “I appreciate that a lot, Luke. Let’s also agree that either of us can stop the discussion at any time if it gets too uncomfortable.”
“Okay, I guess.” Now, Luke appeared concerned as well.
Julie took a deep breath, took both Luke’s hands in hers and said, “Luke, I have to tell you something very hard for you to hear, but it doesn’t affect my love and affection for you. Also, I need to confess to some past … dishonesty in our relationship.”
Luke’s eyes widened and he stared at his wife, gripped by a sudden fear. He withdrew his hands. “Not an affair …” He couldn’t continue.
“No, honey, never. Never thought of it, never was tempted when creeps came on to me, I love only you, and I’ve never had sex with anyone else.”
“Then what’s the dishonesty?”
Julie took his hands again, looked down, then met his eyes. “Luke, my love, before we started the program, I faked orgasms.” She looked at him nervously.
Luke appeared relieved. “Is that all? I noticed you stopped all that screaming you used to do, but I didn’t let myself think about it too much.” He laughed nervously. “I guess I feared what I might find. Why’d you fake it so long?”
“I didn’t want to make you feel bad.”
They sat together for a few moments, holding hands, eyes locked.
Luke took a deep breath. “How bad should I have felt?” he said, resentment creeping into his voice.
Julie’s mouth tightened before she spoke. “This is what’s gonna be hard for you to hear, Luke. So here goes. You have never given me an orgasm with your penis alone. I’ve cum with you many times, and now we cum together, and you’re a much better lover than you were before. But when you fuck me, unless you rub my clit, I don’t cum. I can cum with the vibrator alone, whether you use it or I do. But Luke, that’s because the vibrator reaches parts … that you don’t.”
Luke stared at her. His eyes filled with tears. “You mean I can’t satisfy you!” he said miserably.
Julie hugged him and cradled his head on her shoulder. “No! I’m very satisfied with you, Luke. You’re the man I married and I’m so glad I did. I now achieve ecstasy with you in more ways and positions than we’ve ever done before. That’s what I’m focused on. Better sex for both of us. And more love between us.”
Tears streaked Luke’s face. “You really mean that?”
“Yes, honey, I do. I want us to have our best possible sex because I love you so very much!” She hugged him tighter and kissed his cheek.
Luke cried all the more. “B … But if I can’t satisfy you …”
“I never said that! I said you satisfy me in ways we have never felt before, and you know that’s true.”
“But isn’t the one way that I don’t satisfy the most important one of all?”
“I don’t know. Who said it was the most important way? It’s all good. I’m not saying I wouldn’t love it if you could reach my depths, or that I don’t like what the vibrator does for me. What I am saying is I love you and I love our improved lovemaking. I am so happy with you as my husband.” She handed him a tissue.
Luke dried his tears and returned Julie’s kisses. He paused, looking troubled. “It makes me feel like I’m not a full man, and that’s ridiculous. Well, it’s a big emotional issue and I’m not going to resolve it today. Is it okay if I ask you questions while I try to deal with it?”
“Of course, honey. I’m your wife and I love you.” She kissed him again. “You know how the Greet-up information has been helpful before?”
Luke nodded.
“Well, there’ll be new material you ought to read later.”
Luke sat, lost in thought. “You’re right, it’s been helpful.” He shook his head as though to clear it. He looked at Julie with a wan smile. “Is that it? Nothing worse?”
“Nothing, hon. That was a lot for us, for you, to deal with.”
Luke took a deep breath, let it out, and smiled. “So what is this about something you’re going to give me?”
Julie looked at her husband anxiously. “I hope you don’t take it wrong. It’s supposed to be good for both of us.” She opened a drawer in the coffee table and pulled out a gift wrapped package roughly 3” x 3” x 9”.
Luke unwrapped it, opened the box, and withdrew a thick cylinder. A couple of small batteries, a long, thin screwdriver and a folded instruction sheet remained in the box.
The cylinder proved to be a plastic case. Inside lay a very realistic looking penis extension. The base was hollow, but the last half or so was solid and heavier. It appeared to be made of a denser variety of the material in the masturbator.
Julie watched Luke’s face anxiously. He betrayed no emotion.
“I suspected something like this when you made that mold. I don’t know how the this will help, Julie, and I want to please you anyway that I can, but right now, this emphasizes my feelings of inferiority. I’m trying hard not to feel insulted.”
“I’m sorry, honey, I tried to think of many different approaches to this, and got advice. I think there’s no way to sugarcoat it, and you and I always confront trouble head on, so I decided to be direct about it. I have no intent to insult you at all.”
“How’s this supposed to help?” Luke’s voice was guardedly neutral.
Julie reached out her hand. “May I?”
Luke handed her the extender.
Julie fluttered her eyelashes and gave Luke a big smile. “Sir, I’m Christine, your sales representative. Please let me show you the special features of your new custom-molded, vibrating penis extender. The interior of the opening (We call it the Penis Palace.) was indeed made from a mold of your very own penis. Your tip and your rim, your frenulum, and the folds and veins your shaft are faithfully reproduced. Your extender will fit you like skin.” She spoke in a sexy, seductive voice, frequently moving her body to display herself from different angles, crossing her legs to let her hemline ride up.
Luke smiled, getting into the role-play. “You mentioned it vibrates?”
“Yes sir.” She twisted the shaft and removed the extension part. “You see this tiny door inside the base of the Penetrator?” Noting Luke’s nod, she continued. “Using the supplied screwdriver, remove the door and replace the batteries. The device comes with a pair installed and spares. The batteries power a small but powerful oscillator. Notice the two small metal prongs that come up from the Penis Palace and fit into the bottom of the Penetrator. These transmit the vibration to the Penis Palace, and thus to your real penis. I’m told it’s quite pleasurable, though of course I can’t know how it feels to you.” She giggled. “Women report strong orgasms using these extenders.”
“I see your wife ordered the small Semen Well, the little dimple in which the battery door set is set. That usually means she likes it a bit messy,” Julie said with a wink. “In use, you’ll put a little lube on your penis. Then when you ejaculate into the well, you jism won’t all fit, so it will mix with the lube and ooze out the sides.”
“It looks like a marvelous device,” said Luke. “I must say, the company hired a most persuasive saleswoman.” He leered at her. “Any other features?”
More eyelashes and another sexy smile. “Yes, sir, there is. Notice the last quarter inch at the base.” She flicked a catch and the bottom of the Penis Palace opened. “It wouldn’t do any good if the darn thing kept falling off, would it?”
“No, that would suck big time.”
“Right! Who wants that? This clamp is set for a bit less than your full girth. The clamp fulfills two purposes. It keep the device in place, and provides a cock ring to make you more sensitive, and may help you retain your jism longer.
“We call the entire device the Cummingler. It lets you and your lucky lady cummingle.”
They both laughed.
“Would you like to try it out, sir, before you take it home? There is a money back guarantee if you’re dissatisfied.”
“Try it out? How? Put it on in the bathroom and wait for the vibrator bring me off?”
“Oh, no, sir! That would be no kind of test. Sir, I’m fully qualified by the company to provide you with as full a test as you like. We’ll go to a private room, get much better acquainted, and when you’re ready, I lube you up, give you your first fitting, and …” She giggled suggestively. “… Your first ride with your new Cummingler.”
“B …but …”
“Sir, it’s not really cheating. It’s all part of the sales process. You’re getting this to please your wife. If there’s a problem with the fit or the performance, wouldn’t it be better to find out with me than to discover it with your wife, to your mutual frustration?”
Luke put his hand on his chin. “So it’s a professional courtesy?”
“That’s exactly right, sir, and I must say, in your case, I’m very eager to provide the service.” She beamed at Luke and gave him a kiss.
“I’ve heard some good sales pitches before, but this is the best! Bring on the free sample!”
“Good. I was sure you’d succumb to my wiles,” the salesgirl said with a smile. She took Luke’s hand and led them upstairs to the bedroom. “Have a seat on the bed,” she invited Luke. “Now, how would you like this to go?”
“Um, I dunno. How do you usually proceed?”
“Well, some of the clients prefer to start with a blowjob. That provides a more professional sexual atmosphere and quite a few of the husbands seem very familiar with that kind of service.” She winked. “Personally, I think it gives the client a more realistic experience of sex with his wife if we make out in the bed and you strip me. The blowjob happens either way; it’s usually the best way to get you ready to fill your Cummingler.”
“Well, Christine, I must say I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since I met you. I like your favored procedure also.”
She playfully pushed his shoulder and he flopped onto the bed, swinging his legs to make room for her. They embraced and kissed.
Luke, excited by the role-play, felt Julie’s breast and soon removed her blouse and bra. He kissed and sucked her nipples, squeezing the full orbs.
“Oh, I was right. You’re not only good-looking, you have a very nice touch.” Julie pushed her chest out.
Luke, eager to start the fucking, groped up her skirt while still tonguing her nipple. “Christine, you are a very sexy salesgirl. Does your boss know you don’t wear panties?”
“Of course he does. In my job interview, I treated the boss to my sales clincher.”
Luke laughed. “No wonder you got the job!” He slipped a finger inside her slit.
“Mmm,” moaned Julie, spreading her legs.
Luke pushed her skirt up, exposing her stockings and garters. He positioned himself to lick pussy.
“Sir, you’re most welcome to dine at the Y if it gives you pleasure. But on this test, unlike with your wife, you can ignore my pleasure and go straight to your own. If you wish, I can give you your blowjob and fit you into the Penis Palace.”
“Are you kidding, Christine? This is the prettiest and sexiest-smelling pussy ever! I wouldn’t miss licking it for anything.” With that, he licked her slit. He soon got his fingers working and his tongue flicking the salesgirl’s sensitive nubbin.
The sexy salesgirl responded with moans. She came twice, then said, “Sir, I thank you very much for your skill and consideration. I’d love to go on, but my boss will wonder why I’m so long off the floor. Besides, I bet you’re eager to find out how your Cummingler works.”
“All right, all right,” Luke grumbled. “If I have to get a blowjob to start, I guess I might as well enjoy it.”
“You’re silly! I like that. I like a guy who’s playful about sex. I sure couldn’t do this job if I didn’t feel that way.” As she said this, she got off the bed and onto her knees. Luke swiveled into position.
Luke’s cock jutted from his body and pre-cum covered the tip.
Julie decided to emulate a porn star rather than give her usual slow, sensuous oral sex. She grinned at Luke, licked his cockhead, slowly drew in the entire shaft, and then bobbed her head back and forth rapidly, applying suction. After a few moments she drew back and spit on it. She kept this cycle going, making eye contact with Luke.
Impressed, Luke lay back to enjoy. He appreciated that the professional Christine provided a different oral experience than his loving wife Julie.
Julie wrapped her thumb around the base of Luke’s cock. “I think we’re ready,” she said. Still squeezing, she retrieved a bottle of lube from the bedside table and squirted some onto the tip of Luke’s cock. She spread it in a light coating over the entire shaft. She placed the Cummingler on his dick. With a little wriggle as the thick head went through a narrow part, it snuggled around Luke’s throbbing erection. She tightened the clamp and pressed a concealed switch in the side of the Penetrator.
Luke felt a gentle, pleasurable tingling all over his manhood.
Grinning, Julie climbed back on the bed, discarding her skirt in the process. With her spread legs propped up by her black heels, her legs decorated by seamed stockings held in place by a garter belt, salesgirl Christine was a mouth-watering sight.
“Here we are, sir. This is by far my favorite part of my job, as you can imagine. Put it in me and let’s see what it does, sir. Oh, and be sure to enjoy yourself.”
“No need to worry about that,” laughed Luke.
Luke returned her mischievous grin and pushed the Penetrator’s tip against her lips. It slipped in easily and Luke took his time inserting the full length.
Julie closed her eyes and smiled as Luke reached her depths.
Luke humped back and forth, slowly at first, getting used to the feel of the Penis Palace. He found it quite pleasurable, and felt certain he could cum in it. Once reassured the device would not fall off, he sped up his pace.
Julie responded by smiling and kissing him. She hugged him and scratched his chest.
Luke fondled and kissed her breasts. “Christine, I can’t tell you how happy I am to feel your beautiful breasts. I noticed them the moment I walked in.”
“I’m glad you like them, sir. How’s the fit on the Cummingler?”
“Seems to be great. Feels pretty good to me and I don’t think it’s gonna fall off. How is it for you?” He pushed it in as deep as it would go as he asked.
“It feels good. I like feeling you deep inside me.”
“Is there anything special I should do to help you cum?”
“That’s the spirit. Keep asking your wife the same question.” She winked at him. “Let’s let our passions go. Try to relax. Try to avoid performance anxiety.”
“Good idea.” Luke kissed her and thrust into her vigorously. He felt stronger, more virile as his hips moved so much farther back and forth.
To Julie, the Cumingler felt good, but not great. It reached her in places only her vibrator explored before, but both toys felt artificial. She nearly orgasmed but not quite. “Let’s try something different,” she suggested. She raised each leg in turn, grasping her ankles to pull them back so Luke lay across the backs of her legs. The deeper penetration did the trick. “Oh, sir, you did it for me. I’m cumming!” Julie rolled back her head and gasped. As the waves of pleasure receded, she opened her eyes. “Oh, sir, that felt very good. I love my job.” She kissed him passionately.
Luke, pleased with this initial success, grinned widely. “Glad you like it,” he said.
“Sir, may I suggest that you try it with me with the positions you and your wife enjoy?
“Sure, that’s a great idea. Our second favorite position is for her to be on top, and we also do doggie.”
“How about doggie next and I finish on top?”
“I like that plan. They taught you well in …um … salesgirl training,” he said with a grin.
“It was the most fun school I was ever in!” Julie disengaged from the Cummingler and got on her hands and knees.
Luke put one hand on her hip and gripped the base of the extender with the other. He rubbed his cockhead against Julie’s lips. That felt different — like nothing at all. Feeling a little foolish, he slid into her. He thrust rapidly, with no concern about falling out of the device. His hands fondled her nether cheeks, thrilling to her firm roundness. Luke felt a mingled desire and regret that he couldn’t spank her. He still felt the extra power imparted by his long thrusts, though not so intensely as when on top.
This position disappointed Julie. Though the extension reached deep into her, it didn’t feel as good as her vibrator. She thrust back, twisting her hips to vary the contract inside. When Luke leaned over her back to put a finger on her clit as usual, she said, “Sir, to make this a fair test of the Cummingler, I should have no stimulation to my pussy or clit except the device. I appreciate you thinking of my pleasure, but this time it’s all about the Cummingler.”
“Okay, you’re the boss.” He continued to fuck her quite vigorously.
Julie soon realized she was very unlikely to cum in this position. “Are you ready to try me on top?”
“Sure!” Luke slowly withdrew and lay down as Julie moved to one side.
She straddled him and, with a grin, slowly lowered herself onto the plastic prong. She bounced up and down happily.
Luke looked up at her, grinning. “Looks like you having a good time.”
“Yes,” she gasped. Though doggie style had been a bit frustrating, she was quite wound up. The stronger, deeper thrusts of the Woman Superior position quickly brought her to the brink. “Oh, oh! Ahhhhh!!!” She tossed her head back and forth, hair flying. She gripped Luke’s shoulders and flopped down to him as her orgasm subsided, kissing him.
Luke continued to thrust into her after she opened her eyes.
“Yes, sir, keep fucking your lucky salesgirl.” She set up with a grin and rode up and down Luke’s new, longer pole. He varied the speed and rocked back and forth, giving new sensations. She liked fucking Luke with a long dick. She surprised herself with two more orgasms. However, they weren’t as strong as those from oral sex or her vibrator.
Beneath her, Luke enjoyed the vibrations around his penis, but he never seemed to reach a peak. It felt good, but nowhere near an orgasm.
After her third orgasm, Julie looked at him. “Here I am, cumming again and again, but how are you feeling?”
“This feels good, and I love fucking you, Christine, a benefit I never expected, but I don’t come to a peak.”
“You don’t feel close to cumming?”
“Not really,” he said, disappointed.
“Sir, it’s not uncommon for the male’s pleasure to be diminished at first. Evidently, it’s more difficult for males to learn to enjoy the sensations provided by the Cummingler than it is for women. As far as I know, when the men become used to it, it works just fine. Perhaps next time.”
“You mean you’re just going to leave me hanging here?” She rode up and down, giving him a mixed message.
“Well, sir, I do need to complete the sale and return to my other duties.” A sly smile crossed her face. “Do you know how many times you and your wife fucked and she didn’t have an orgasm?”
Luke lowered his eyes. “I dunno. Hundreds? A thousand?”
Julie flexed her hips and slowly raised herself up the shaft. “Well, now you can enter into that experience, too.” She slipped off his extender, lay next to him and kissed him.
Frustrated, Luke shook his head. “Well, you’re right about one thing. Until my wife started me on the Sexually Inadequate Husband program, I was an ignorant and selfish lover. She changed all that.” He kissed her.
Julie said, “Sir, I have some suggestions for you and your wife. Like any toy, the Cummingler will work best when you develop techniques that feel good to you and your wife. I suggest that you agree to use the Cummingler for at least a week, or a longer period if you wish, limiting your comments to those meant to increase your pleasure with the Cummingler. In other words, don’t discuss its shortcomings, if you find any, until after your trial. Then, you can decide together its place in your sex life. Sound like a good plan?”
“Yes, I like it. I’ll be sure to tell it to my wife.”
“Now, there’s a formality for the sale. Do you find the Cummingler will benefit you and your wife? Do you need modifications or perhaps you find it unsatisfactory?”
“Oh, I think with practice it will be very good for us.”
“I’m glad you’re happy with the Cummingler, sir. I get my commission and I enjoyed our fuck to the max. Your wife trained you well. Our sale is complete; your Cummingler is pre-paid, and the paperwork’s done. Be sure to clean up your Cummingler.” She kissed him one more time, slipped into her skirt and threw her blouse over her shoulders. With a smile and a wave, she headed downstairs.
Luke remained in bed for a moment, sorting out his feelings. Though the very idea of a penis extender felt humiliating, taking those long strokes felt good. But, he thought, Julie came while I fucked her with a penis alone, which never happened before. She seemed to be having fun, but I doubt her orgasms are as strong as usual. Perhaps she’s right and we’ll get better at it as we use it.
He got up, dressed, and cleaned the extender. Back in the bedroom, he paused. Where to put it? It’s my extender, so put it in my drawer, he thought, but’s for Julie’s pleasure. He placed the extender and its attendant items in Julie’s top drawer, then went downstairs to find Julie.
He found her reading a book on the back deck. He caught her eye and they both smiled and laughed. “Great role-play, honey! Took me right out of myself, got me playful and horny.”
“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing,” she said with a laugh. “But it was fun. Poor Christine. Her job is so close to prostitution.”
“And she loves every second of it,” Luke said with a wink. They kissed. “Try again in a couple of hours?”
“Something like that.”
“I bet I get one of those emails.”
Puzzled, Julie asked, “What emails?”
“From the Sexually Inadequate Husbands Greet-up. Every time you sign me up to deal with a different inadequacy, I get a series of emails telling me new content is available. I gotta admit, it’s always been helpful.”
“Well, dear, if you want to spend your time reading how to be a better lover to me, I don’t mind.” She said with a big smile.
Luke smiled back and brought his laptop to a shaded area of the porch. The information he read, to his surprise, didn’t directly mention his small penis. Instead, the pages gave tips and techniques to maximize pleasure from the Cummingler. Other pages provided ways to increase the woman’s pleasure. Evidently, Cummingler was more effective for women than for men.
Luke absorbed the information, especially the tips and tricks for men. He sat back and reflected. The sections different than the others, he thought. They started with a definition of Chronic Masturbator and Premature Ejaculator. This doesn’t say anything about Small Penis, goes straight to how to get the most of your Cummingler. I wonder why?
He shrugged and finished reading. He told Julie he learned some good tricks to try later.
Despite the new techniques, Luke didn’t ejaculate in their second coupling, either. Julie said that she enjoyed orgasms with Luke on top of her. Luke ejaculated during their third coupling, soon after dinner.
Eager to develop their skill with the toy, they Cummingled just before going to sleep. Once again, Luke was unable to orgasm.
A sated, languorous Julie rolled to Luke’s side of the bed and picked up his chastity. “Shall I put this on you, sweetie?”
“I don’t think I need it, Julie, but if you’d like me to wear it, I’d be honored to please you that way.”
Julie beamed. “I’m very pleased. Kneel.” She pointed to the bed by her side.
Luke scrambled to a kneeling position in the place indicated. His little cock remained semi -erect, about 3 inches long.
“A tiny bit too thick for the opening. I know what to do.” Julie held Luke’s ball sack in the palm of her hand her fingers curved over the top of the of the little footballs and squeezed — lightly.
“OOF! Julie!” By then it was over. Julie removed her hand exposing the wilted cock. “There. See? Instant Wee Willie Winkle!”
Luke had to laugh in spite of himself. “Oh what a scare! Julie! Couldn’t you wait a minute or two?”
“Oh, but wasn’t this more fun?”
“For you, maybe. Me? Terrified.” He kissed her, a twinkle in his eye. “I must love you, I put up with that.”
Julie laughed, and fitted him into the chastity, then clicked the lock.
In the morning, she released him and they used the Cummingler for a quickie. To their delight, Julie had multiple orgasms, and she and Luke came together. They joined friends for a day hike and dinner, and made love before bed with the Cummingler’s usual mixed results. Julie came, not spectacularly, and Luke, frustrated, slept in his chastity.
So it went for the rest of the trial week. Sometimes, the Cummingler gave both lovers strong orgasms, and sometimes not. The tips and tricks helped, but results fell short of spectacular. Luke, in particular, had orgasmic difficulties with the device. True to their agreement, they focused on their successful encounters, waiting for their review Friday.
However, the trial week was not without incident. On Monday, Luke arrived after work before Julie. A gym membership was among the new luxuries afforded by Luke’s promotion. Julie stay late for her initial appointment with her personal trainer. Before making dinner, Luke logged on to find an email marked with a red ! from the Greet-up. Never saw that before, he said as he opened it up. The email provided a link to a page on the site. A brief disclaimer came first.
Dear aspiring husband,
Today’s pages are standard for anyone whose wife designates that he has a Small Penis. All husbands received these pages, though they may be irrelevant to your wife’s intent.
Sobered, Luke took a deep breath before he clicked the link. Yep, just as he thought. The missing Small Penis information.
What is a small penis, anyway? Is it something shorter than an arbitrary minimum? A cock shorter than one standard deviation below the norm?
No, a penis is not small compared to any objective standard. Only your wife’s subjective judgment is appropriate. No need to mince words here. A penis is small if its primary user (That’s her, not you. You only use it when she lets you.) says it’s small based the satisfaction she receives.
No man wants to accept that his penis is too small to fully satisfy his wife. Unfortunately, you are one of these men. Despite the importance of penis size, there are many other aspects of being a man at which you excel. Otherwise, you would not have attracted and retained the love of that excellent woman, your wife! We suggest you discuss these characteristics with her and let her explain how she loves you.
Hurt, but guardedly optimistic, Luke read on. Some passages stuck in his mind.
Ultimately, some wives find there is only one solution to the husband’s small penis — a bigger penis … When all else fails, a wife may make the gut-wrenching choice to seek satisfaction from another man … Here at the Sexually Inadequate Husbands Greet-up, we use the term ‘cuckold’ with a very specific meaning. It is not the fulfillment of a common husband’s fantasy of sharing his wife with another. Nor is it an affair. If a wife chose to have an affair, she deceives her husband and conceals the sexual relationship at all costs. This is not cuckolding as we understand it.
Cuckolding the Sexually Inadequate Husband way is ideally a mutual, loving agreement that the wife will enjoy sex with other males, with whom she will not become emotionally involved with the full knowledge by her husband of the time and place of each cuckolding event.
Luke’s gut roiled and tears blinded him. He nearly panicked. After all they’ve been through, was Julie going to start fucking around? His only hope lay in that disclaimer in the email. Maybe Julie wanted nothing to do with this ultimate step.
I can’t even ask her about it now, he fumed. Luke pulled himself together and got dinner ready.
About 45 minutes later, when Julie arrived, her guarded expression told Luke that she knew. They kissed each other, eyes wary, and he told her dinner was ready. “How was your time with the trainer?”
“Excellent, honey,” she said with a forced smile. “I’m sure you’ll learn a lot at your appointment. Oh, and thanks so much for having dinner ready. My turn tomorrow.”
They sat and Luke poured wine for them both. They watched the red liquid splashing into the glasses too avidly. Luke took a deep breath. “I did some reading on the Sexually Inadequate Husbands site today …”
“Yes?”
“Julie, honey, are you really thinking of doing that?”
Julie sighed. All her practice for this moment came to nothing. “Luke, I haven’t decided what to do about the whole question. I’m not making any plans and, like you, I’m reading about it.”
Luke absorbed that for a moment. “But you haven’t ruled it out,” he said in a hollow voice.
Julie’s turn to pause. “No, Luke, I haven’t.” Unmoving, she stared at her plate. This revelation felt more threatening than her original threat of divorce. Her original threat was that if Luke didn’t try to improve his sexual performance, she would consider divorce. However, Luke had succeeded, even excelled. They fucked more frequently, for longer periods, in various positions, and achieved simultaneous orgasms. Divorce, thanks to their good work, was off the table. Yet she still hungered to feel a long, thick, genuine cock slam into her cunt. Equally determined to achieve her goal and to remain honest, she knew skirted the edge. Her eyes flicked up to gauge Luke’s response.
He stared up at the corner where the roof met the walls. Luke felt her gaze on him, and met her eyes with an inscrutable gaze. In a voice like flint he said, “Those rules we set apply all the time now. If I get too pissed off, I’ll take a hike. Either of us can end the discussion anytime we want. So I’m going for a walk. You clean up from dinner.” He turned and left.
Julie, fearing dreadfully she may have pushed too far, sobbed when the front door closed behind him. She shed a few tears, wiped her eyes with her napkin and mechanically cleaned up after dinner. She read some encouraging anecdotes on to the Greet-up site. In chat, she met a wife who’d successfully cuckolded her husband many times with several different men. The woman encouraged Julie to hold out for the full experience, emphasizing that Luke’s reaction so far had not included an outright rejection of the idea.
“Training him to obey you about masturbation and ejaculation prepares him to accept cuckolding as well as anything. You’ve done all you can and I think you have a good chance of successfully cuckolding your beloved Luke. Julie, it’s been obvious to me from the beginning of our conversations, that you love this man deeply and I think that will pull you both through this crisis.”
Soon after her online friend said this, Julie, a bit relieved, said goodbye and logged off. She waited for Luke.
Luke returned over two hours after he left. Julie closed her laptop where she’d been reading more advice from the site, when she heard him at the door. She sat up in their bed, wearing a light green, translucent lacy negligée. Attractive, sexy, but nowhere near slutty. Wide-eyed, she looked up at Luke hopefully as he came into the room.
He sat on the edge of the bed, sighed, and looked at her. “I finally decided not to react to a decision that hasn’t been made. A couple of facts kept me grounded. The most important is that I know you love me. And I love you too. Also, I assume you agree with the Sexually Inadequate Husband site that this ought to be a mutual decision. Is that correct? Or is it really unilateral?” Luke’s voice rose.
“That’s true, Luke. I couldn’t do this unless you agreed.”
Relief filling his voice, Luke said, “Honey, I don’t know how I’ll react if you tell me you need this thing...um...to...cuckold me, but I’ll try to put it aside until the crunch comes. When you think that’ll be? Friday after we discuss the extender?”
“Sometime after that, we’ll need some time to it figure out how the extender affects us. If I want it, we have to have some discussions.
“Oh, Luke, I love you so much. You’ve come so far, and you’re a much better lover than you were, I hope it all works out. Whatever we do, will do together.”
He stared at each other, and slowly both smiled. She opened her arms to him and he hugged her. He sobbed, “Julie, I don’t want to lose you!”
“I don’t want to lose you, either.”
Tears filled both their eyes and they kissed. One thing led to another, and in a few minutes the negligee was discarded, together with Luke’s clothing. He mounted her and they made love passionately, Luke pounding into her cunt as fast and hard as he could.
Momentarily, Julie felt more erotic sensation than ever from Luke’s penis alone. She thought with a thrill that their emotional connection might bring her over the top, but it was not to be. He simply couldn’t reach the right places. Concealing her disappointment, she hugged him and encouraged him, whispering words of love in his ear.
Luke worked his thumb between them and rasped it over her clitoris. That did it, and the two relieved lovers came together and drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.
In the morning, Luke awakened Julie by gently rubbing her cunt lips. The way to keep her focused on him, he figured, was to be the best possible husband he could, beginning with sex. Julie enjoyed three orgasms. At the end, his boner, dripping with pre-calm, waved in the air.
“Look at that horny prong!” said Julie, pointing to it. “I bet it wants to cum.”
“You bet it does. Wanna help?”
“Sure thing, but it’s late. Don’t hold back, let it fly, lover!” She took him in her mouth and soon tasted his semen. She collected on her tongue, and showed it to him with a grin before swallowing. “Yum, best breakfast ever.”
The remainder of the week constituted a unique period in their relationship. They made passionate love frequently, almost always using the Cummingler, with its variable contributions. They remained attentive and loving to each other, the discussion of cuckolding tabled rather than avoided. Each spent a good deal of time on the site, reading about preparation for cuckolding, if necessary.
Julie confessed her eagerness to her online supporters, but followed their advice to remain patient, while her preparations to bore fruit.
Luke did his best. He read that cuckolding could be an act of sacrificial love by a husband to grant his wife peak sexual experiences which he could not provide. His body literally twisted when he first read that. That’s fine intellectually, he protested, but Julie’s my flesh and blood wife. Why should some other sonofabitch enjoy her lovely face and hair, beautiful breasts, long legs and tight cunt?
Friday afternoon, they went to the gym and worked out, ending up on treadmills in one of the big rooms. They met in the lobby after their showers, both tense.
Julie suggested, “It’s late. Let’s get takeout.”
“Good idea.”
They arrived home, having visited a pod of food carts. Luke chose chicken shawarma while Julie selected vindaloo lamb.
Julie broke the uncomfortable silence. “Luke, we agreed we discuss the Cummingler tonight. We’ve got that other heavy discussion, but it need not happen tonight. One thing at a time, agreed?”
“Yes, I’m sure that’s best,” agreed Luke. “But now you’re doing it.”
“Doing what?”
“Using euphemisms or circumlocutions. You said, ‘heavy discussion,’ but what you really meant was ‘cuckolding.’” He gave her a knowing smile and his eye twinkled.
Julie, sipping her wine, sputtered and sprayed some out of her mouth. “You got me on that!” She laughed as she dabbed up the wine. “You’re right, the big topic of cuckolding should happen when we’re both rested and have a lot of time. Whatever, it’s going to be difficult.”
The Cummingler discussion, in the end, took very little time. They both agreed that Julie had orgasms from penetration without clitoral stimulation some of the time in mish, and close to all the time in Female Superior position. Luke, however, said that he was glad to use it for Julie’s pleasure, but that his irregular orgasms often required her assistance at the end. They both agreed that Luke’s real cock gave a unique pleasure to them both because of its texture.
After dinner, they finished their discussion on the couch with necking and fondling. Their conclusion? The Cummingler was a useful and enjoyable toy that they both enjoyed from time to time, but it was no game changer.
Both expressed relief that a potentially difficult conversation went so easily. Julie said, “I haven’t told you this, Luke, but the first night, when you put the Cummingler away, you put it in my bedside drawer. I appreciated that so much, honey. To me, it showed that the Cummingler, in your mind, was my toy, not yours.”
“Well, honey, I did think about that quite a bit. But I realized it’s for your pleasure so you get to decide when we use it.”
The successful conclusion of this discussion ended with them fucking on the floor. They made love again at bedtime, now a nightly occurrence.
They spooned after another mutual orgasm, Luke’s arm over Julie’s waist in front of them. After a long silence, Luke spoke in a terrified whisper. “You’re going to cuckold me, aren’t you?”
Julie, feigning sleep, smiled to herself.
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On Saturday morning, Julie initiated lovemaking. They vigorously tried different positions, reveling in their newfound versatility. Afterwards, as they cuddled on the bed, she told Luke many times how proud she was of him and how much she loved him. He questioned her about the next step in the program, but she hushed him. “Later, my love.”
She made breakfast. Luke wandered downstairs and found her in the kitchen. A large apron covered her as she cooked. When she removed it, Luke wolf-whistled. Julie wore a short skirt, stockings and heels, and a formfitting blouse. “You’re dressed for sexy discussion.”
“I hope so,” said Julie with a smile.
During breakfast, bewilderment replaced Luke’s pleasurable memories of their coupling. Julie spoke of trivialities like Stephanie’s short skirt, even the trouble they had finding a parking place. She spoke faster than usual and her hands fluttered about. “Julie, what’s bugging you?”
Julie stopped in mid-speech and put her hands in her lap. “That bad, huh?”
“Since I came downstairs, you’ve been about as nervous as I’ve ever seen you. What’s up?”
Pensive, Julie looked down. She took a deep breath, looked at Luke, and said, “We need to have a difficult conversation later today, Luke, and I’m concerned about it.” Her eyes pleaded for his understanding.
“Why not now? Or right after breakfast?”
Julie smiled. “We should wait well past your recovery time; I want you to have a full, plump erection. I didn’t say the conversation would be unpleasant, just difficult.” She kissed him.
Luke looked at her speculatively. “Well, you’re being rather mysterious.” He looked at his watch. “How long? I have gotten it back up in an hour and a half, and it’s been that long.”
“For this, I need your best boner. Let’s wait another hour.”
“Well, on these matters, you seem to know best, so another hour it is.”
Explaining herself alleviated Julie’s attack of nerves, and they spent the hour cleaning up from breakfast and looking at maps for a hike they planned the next day. They composed a group email for the participants, explaining logistics.
With the email off in the ether, they saw over two hours had passed since breakfast. Julie said, “I’m ready. Are you? Is your prong?”
“Should be. It’s been plenty of time. Anyway, I want to know what’s up.”
Julie gulped and smiled nervously. “Okay, let’s sit on the couch.”
“Julie, honey, I don’t know what you’re so nervous about, but I’m forewarned enough that I promise if I get really upset, I’ll take a walk rather than start an argument.”
Julie met his eyes with a tight smile. “I appreciate that a lot, Luke. Let’s also agree that either of us can stop the discussion at any time if it gets too uncomfortable.”
“Okay, I guess.” Now, Luke appeared concerned as well.
Julie took a deep breath, took both Luke’s hands in hers and said, “Luke, I have to tell you something very hard for you to hear, but it doesn’t affect my love and affection for you. Also, I need to confess to some past … dishonesty in our relationship.”
Luke’s eyes widened and he stared at his wife, gripped by a sudden fear. He withdrew his hands. “Not an affair …” He couldn’t continue.
“No, honey, never. Never thought of it, never was tempted when creeps came on to me, I love only you, and I’ve never had sex with anyone else.”
“Then what’s the dishonesty?”
Julie took his hands again, looked down, then met his eyes. “Luke, my love, before we started the program, I faked orgasms.” She looked at him nervously.
Luke appeared relieved. “Is that all? I noticed you stopped all that screaming you used to do, but I didn’t let myself think about it too much.” He laughed nervously. “I guess I feared what I might find. Why’d you fake it so long?”
“I didn’t want to make you feel bad.”
They sat together for a few moments, holding hands, eyes locked.
Luke took a deep breath. “How bad should I have felt?” he said, resentment creeping into his voice.
Julie’s mouth tightened before she spoke. “This is what’s gonna be hard for you to hear, Luke. So here goes. You have never given me an orgasm with your penis alone. I’ve cum with you many times, and now we cum together, and you’re a much better lover than you were before. But when you fuck me, unless you rub my clit, I don’t cum. I can cum with the vibrator alone, whether you use it or I do. But Luke, that’s because the vibrator reaches parts … that you don’t.”
Luke stared at her. His eyes filled with tears. “You mean I can’t satisfy you!” he said miserably.
Julie hugged him and cradled his head on her shoulder. “No! I’m very satisfied with you, Luke. You’re the man I married and I’m so glad I did. I now achieve ecstasy with you in more ways and positions than we’ve ever done before. That’s what I’m focused on. Better sex for both of us. And more love between us.”
Tears streaked Luke’s face. “You really mean that?”
“Yes, honey, I do. I want us to have our best possible sex because I love you so very much!” She hugged him tighter and kissed his cheek.
Luke cried all the more. “B … But if I can’t satisfy you …”
“I never said that! I said you satisfy me in ways we have never felt before, and you know that’s true.”
“But isn’t the one way that I don’t satisfy the most important one of all?”
“I don’t know. Who said it was the most important way? It’s all good. I’m not saying I wouldn’t love it if you could reach my depths, or that I don’t like what the vibrator does for me. What I am saying is I love you and I love our improved lovemaking. I am so happy with you as my husband.” She handed him a tissue.
Luke dried his tears and returned Julie’s kisses. He paused, looking troubled. “It makes me feel like I’m not a full man, and that’s ridiculous. Well, it’s a big emotional issue and I’m not going to resolve it today. Is it okay if I ask you questions while I try to deal with it?”
“Of course, honey. I’m your wife and I love you.” She kissed him again. “You know how the Greet-up information has been helpful before?”
Luke nodded.
“Well, there’ll be new material you ought to read later.”
Luke sat, lost in thought. “You’re right, it’s been helpful.” He shook his head as though to clear it. He looked at Julie with a wan smile. “Is that it? Nothing worse?”
“Nothing, hon. That was a lot for us, for you, to deal with.”
Luke took a deep breath, let it out, and smiled. “So what is this about something you’re going to give me?”
Julie looked at her husband anxiously. “I hope you don’t take it wrong. It’s supposed to be good for both of us.” She opened a drawer in the coffee table and pulled out a gift wrapped package roughly 3” x 3” x 9”.
Luke unwrapped it, opened the box, and withdrew a thick cylinder. A couple of small batteries, a long, thin screwdriver and a folded instruction sheet remained in the box.
The cylinder proved to be a plastic case. Inside lay a very realistic looking penis extension. The base was hollow, but the last half or so was solid and heavier. It appeared to be made of a denser variety of the material in the masturbator.
Julie watched Luke’s face anxiously. He betrayed no emotion.
“I suspected something like this when you made that mold. I don’t know how the this will help, Julie, and I want to please you anyway that I can, but right now, this emphasizes my feelings of inferiority. I’m trying hard not to feel insulted.”
“I’m sorry, honey, I tried to think of many different approaches to this, and got advice. I think there’s no way to sugarcoat it, and you and I always confront trouble head on, so I decided to be direct about it. I have no intent to insult you at all.”
“How’s this supposed to help?” Luke’s voice was guardedly neutral.
Julie reached out her hand. “May I?”
Luke handed her the extender.
Julie fluttered her eyelashes and gave Luke a big smile. “Sir, I’m Christine, your sales representative. Please let me show you the special features of your new custom-molded, vibrating penis extender. The interior of the opening (We call it the Penis Palace.) was indeed made from a mold of your very own penis. Your tip and your rim, your frenulum, and the folds and veins your shaft are faithfully reproduced. Your extender will fit you like skin.” She spoke in a sexy, seductive voice, frequently moving her body to display herself from different angles, crossing her legs to let her hemline ride up.
Luke smiled, getting into the role-play. “You mentioned it vibrates?”
“Yes sir.” She twisted the shaft and removed the extension part. “You see this tiny door inside the base of the Penetrator?” Noting Luke’s nod, she continued. “Using the supplied screwdriver, remove the door and replace the batteries. The device comes with a pair installed and spares. The batteries power a small but powerful oscillator. Notice the two small metal prongs that come up from the Penis Palace and fit into the bottom of the Penetrator. These transmit the vibration to the Penis Palace, and thus to your real penis. I’m told it’s quite pleasurable, though of course I can’t know how it feels to you.” She giggled. “Women report strong orgasms using these extenders.”
“I see your wife ordered the small Semen Well, the little dimple in which the battery door set is set. That usually means she likes it a bit messy,” Julie said with a wink. “In use, you’ll put a little lube on your penis. Then when you ejaculate into the well, you jism won’t all fit, so it will mix with the lube and ooze out the sides.”
“It looks like a marvelous device,” said Luke. “I must say, the company hired a most persuasive saleswoman.” He leered at her. “Any other features?”
More eyelashes and another sexy smile. “Yes, sir, there is. Notice the last quarter inch at the base.” She flicked a catch and the bottom of the Penis Palace opened. “It wouldn’t do any good if the darn thing kept falling off, would it?”
“No, that would suck big time.”
“Right! Who wants that? This clamp is set for a bit less than your full girth. The clamp fulfills two purposes. It keep the device in place, and provides a cock ring to make you more sensitive, and may help you retain your jism longer.
“We call the entire device the Cummingler. It lets you and your lucky lady cummingle.”
They both laughed.
“Would you like to try it out, sir, before you take it home? There is a money back guarantee if you’re dissatisfied.”
“Try it out? How? Put it on in the bathroom and wait for the vibrator bring me off?”
“Oh, no, sir! That would be no kind of test. Sir, I’m fully qualified by the company to provide you with as full a test as you like. We’ll go to a private room, get much better acquainted, and when you’re ready, I lube you up, give you your first fitting, and …” She giggled suggestively. “… Your first ride with your new Cummingler.”
“B …but …”
“Sir, it’s not really cheating. It’s all part of the sales process. You’re getting this to please your wife. If there’s a problem with the fit or the performance, wouldn’t it be better to find out with me than to discover it with your wife, to your mutual frustration?”
Luke put his hand on his chin. “So it’s a professional courtesy?”
“That’s exactly right, sir, and I must say, in your case, I’m very eager to provide the service.” She beamed at Luke and gave him a kiss.
“I’ve heard some good sales pitches before, but this is the best! Bring on the free sample!”
“Good. I was sure you’d succumb to my wiles,” the salesgirl said with a smile. She took Luke’s hand and led them upstairs to the bedroom. “Have a seat on the bed,” she invited Luke. “Now, how would you like this to go?”
“Um, I dunno. How do you usually proceed?”
“Well, some of the clients prefer to start with a blowjob. That provides a more professional sexual atmosphere and quite a few of the husbands seem very familiar with that kind of service.” She winked. “Personally, I think it gives the client a more realistic experience of sex with his wife if we make out in the bed and you strip me. The blowjob happens either way; it’s usually the best way to get you ready to fill your Cummingler.”
“Well, Christine, I must say I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since I met you. I like your favored procedure also.”
She playfully pushed his shoulder and he flopped onto the bed, swinging his legs to make room for her. They embraced and kissed.
Luke, excited by the role-play, felt Julie’s breast and soon removed her blouse and bra. He kissed and sucked her nipples, squeezing the full orbs.
“Oh, I was right. You’re not only good-looking, you have a very nice touch.” Julie pushed her chest out.
Luke, eager to start the fucking, groped up her skirt while still tonguing her nipple. “Christine, you are a very sexy salesgirl. Does your boss know you don’t wear panties?”
“Of course he does. In my job interview, I treated the boss to my sales clincher.”
Luke laughed. “No wonder you got the job!” He slipped a finger inside her slit.
“Mmm,” moaned Julie, spreading her legs.
Luke pushed her skirt up, exposing her stockings and garters. He positioned himself to lick pussy.
“Sir, you’re most welcome to dine at the Y if it gives you pleasure. But on this test, unlike with your wife, you can ignore my pleasure and go straight to your own. If you wish, I can give you your blowjob and fit you into the Penis Palace.”
“Are you kidding, Christine? This is the prettiest and sexiest-smelling pussy ever! I wouldn’t miss licking it for anything.” With that, he licked her slit. He soon got his fingers working and his tongue flicking the salesgirl’s sensitive nubbin.
The sexy salesgirl responded with moans. She came twice, then said, “Sir, I thank you very much for your skill and consideration. I’d love to go on, but my boss will wonder why I’m so long off the floor. Besides, I bet you’re eager to find out how your Cummingler works.”
“All right, all right,” Luke grumbled. “If I have to get a blowjob to start, I guess I might as well enjoy it.”
“You’re silly! I like that. I like a guy who’s playful about sex. I sure couldn’t do this job if I didn’t feel that way.” As she said this, she got off the bed and onto her knees. Luke swiveled into position.
Luke’s cock jutted from his body and pre-cum covered the tip.
Julie decided to emulate a porn star rather than give her usual slow, sensuous oral sex. She grinned at Luke, licked his cockhead, slowly drew in the entire shaft, and then bobbed her head back and forth rapidly, applying suction. After a few moments she drew back and spit on it. She kept this cycle going, making eye contact with Luke.
Impressed, Luke lay back to enjoy. He appreciated that the professional Christine provided a different oral experience than his loving wife Julie.
Julie wrapped her thumb around the base of Luke’s cock. “I think we’re ready,” she said. Still squeezing, she retrieved a bottle of lube from the bedside table and squirted some onto the tip of Luke’s cock. She spread it in a light coating over the entire shaft. She placed the Cummingler on his dick. With a little wriggle as the thick head went through a narrow part, it snuggled around Luke’s throbbing erection. She tightened the clamp and pressed a concealed switch in the side of the Penetrator.
Luke felt a gentle, pleasurable tingling all over his manhood.
Grinning, Julie climbed back on the bed, discarding her skirt in the process. With her spread legs propped up by her black heels, her legs decorated by seamed stockings held in place by a garter belt, salesgirl Christine was a mouth-watering sight.
“Here we are, sir. This is by far my favorite part of my job, as you can imagine. Put it in me and let’s see what it does, sir. Oh, and be sure to enjoy yourself.”
“No need to worry about that,” laughed Luke.
Luke returned her mischievous grin and pushed the Penetrator’s tip against her lips. It slipped in easily and Luke took his time inserting the full length.
Julie closed her eyes and smiled as Luke reached her depths.
Luke humped back and forth, slowly at first, getting used to the feel of the Penis Palace. He found it quite pleasurable, and felt certain he could cum in it. Once reassured the device would not fall off, he sped up his pace.
Julie responded by smiling and kissing him. She hugged him and scratched his chest.
Luke fondled and kissed her breasts. “Christine, I can’t tell you how happy I am to feel your beautiful breasts. I noticed them the moment I walked in.”
“I’m glad you like them, sir. How’s the fit on the Cummingler?”
“Seems to be great. Feels pretty good to me and I don’t think it’s gonna fall off. How is it for you?” He pushed it in as deep as it would go as he asked.
“It feels good. I like feeling you deep inside me.”
“Is there anything special I should do to help you cum?”
“That’s the spirit. Keep asking your wife the same question.” She winked at him. “Let’s let our passions go. Try to relax. Try to avoid performance anxiety.”
“Good idea.” Luke kissed her and thrust into her vigorously. He felt stronger, more virile as his hips moved so much farther back and forth.
To Julie, the Cumingler felt good, but not great. It reached her in places only her vibrator explored before, but both toys felt artificial. She nearly orgasmed but not quite. “Let’s try something different,” she suggested. She raised each leg in turn, grasping her ankles to pull them back so Luke lay across the backs of her legs. The deeper penetration did the trick. “Oh, sir, you did it for me. I’m cumming!” Julie rolled back her head and gasped. As the waves of pleasure receded, she opened her eyes. “Oh, sir, that felt very good. I love my job.” She kissed him passionately.
Luke, pleased with this initial success, grinned widely. “Glad you like it,” he said.
“Sir, may I suggest that you try it with me with the positions you and your wife enjoy?
“Sure, that’s a great idea. Our second favorite position is for her to be on top, and we also do doggie.”
“How about doggie next and I finish on top?”
“I like that plan. They taught you well in …um … salesgirl training,” he said with a grin.
“It was the most fun school I was ever in!” Julie disengaged from the Cummingler and got on her hands and knees.
Luke put one hand on her hip and gripped the base of the extender with the other. He rubbed his cockhead against Julie’s lips. That felt different — like nothing at all. Feeling a little foolish, he slid into her. He thrust rapidly, with no concern about falling out of the device. His hands fondled her nether cheeks, thrilling to her firm roundness. Luke felt a mingled desire and regret that he couldn’t spank her. He still felt the extra power imparted by his long thrusts, though not so intensely as when on top.
This position disappointed Julie. Though the extension reached deep into her, it didn’t feel as good as her vibrator. She thrust back, twisting her hips to vary the contract inside. When Luke leaned over her back to put a finger on her clit as usual, she said, “Sir, to make this a fair test of the Cummingler, I should have no stimulation to my pussy or clit except the device. I appreciate you thinking of my pleasure, but this time it’s all about the Cummingler.”
“Okay, you’re the boss.” He continued to fuck her quite vigorously.
Julie soon realized she was very unlikely to cum in this position. “Are you ready to try me on top?”
“Sure!” Luke slowly withdrew and lay down as Julie moved to one side.
She straddled him and, with a grin, slowly lowered herself onto the plastic prong. She bounced up and down happily.
Luke looked up at her, grinning. “Looks like you having a good time.”
“Yes,” she gasped. Though doggie style had been a bit frustrating, she was quite wound up. The stronger, deeper thrusts of the Woman Superior position quickly brought her to the brink. “Oh, oh! Ahhhhh!!!” She tossed her head back and forth, hair flying. She gripped Luke’s shoulders and flopped down to him as her orgasm subsided, kissing him.
Luke continued to thrust into her after she opened her eyes.
“Yes, sir, keep fucking your lucky salesgirl.” She set up with a grin and rode up and down Luke’s new, longer pole. He varied the speed and rocked back and forth, giving new sensations. She liked fucking Luke with a long dick. She surprised herself with two more orgasms. However, they weren’t as strong as those from oral sex or her vibrator.
Beneath her, Luke enjoyed the vibrations around his penis, but he never seemed to reach a peak. It felt good, but nowhere near an orgasm.
After her third orgasm, Julie looked at him. “Here I am, cumming again and again, but how are you feeling?”
“This feels good, and I love fucking you, Christine, a benefit I never expected, but I don’t come to a peak.”
“You don’t feel close to cumming?”
“Not really,” he said, disappointed.
“Sir, it’s not uncommon for the male’s pleasure to be diminished at first. Evidently, it’s more difficult for males to learn to enjoy the sensations provided by the Cummingler than it is for women. As far as I know, when the men become used to it, it works just fine. Perhaps next time.”
“You mean you’re just going to leave me hanging here?” She rode up and down, giving him a mixed message.
“Well, sir, I do need to complete the sale and return to my other duties.” A sly smile crossed her face. “Do you know how many times you and your wife fucked and she didn’t have an orgasm?”
Luke lowered his eyes. “I dunno. Hundreds? A thousand?”
Julie flexed her hips and slowly raised herself up the shaft. “Well, now you can enter into that experience, too.” She slipped off his extender, lay next to him and kissed him.
Frustrated, Luke shook his head. “Well, you’re right about one thing. Until my wife started me on the Sexually Inadequate Husband program, I was an ignorant and selfish lover. She changed all that.” He kissed her.
Julie said, “Sir, I have some suggestions for you and your wife. Like any toy, the Cummingler will work best when you develop techniques that feel good to you and your wife. I suggest that you agree to use the Cummingler for at least a week, or a longer period if you wish, limiting your comments to those meant to increase your pleasure with the Cummingler. In other words, don’t discuss its shortcomings, if you find any, until after your trial. Then, you can decide together its place in your sex life. Sound like a good plan?”
“Yes, I like it. I’ll be sure to tell it to my wife.”
“Now, there’s a formality for the sale. Do you find the Cummingler will benefit you and your wife? Do you need modifications or perhaps you find it unsatisfactory?”
“Oh, I think with practice it will be very good for us.”
“I’m glad you’re happy with the Cummingler, sir. I get my commission and I enjoyed our fuck to the max. Your wife trained you well. Our sale is complete; your Cummingler is pre-paid, and the paperwork’s done. Be sure to clean up your Cummingler.” She kissed him one more time, slipped into her skirt and threw her blouse over her shoulders. With a smile and a wave, she headed downstairs.
Luke remained in bed for a moment, sorting out his feelings. Though the very idea of a penis extender felt humiliating, taking those long strokes felt good. But, he thought, Julie came while I fucked her with a penis alone, which never happened before. She seemed to be having fun, but I doubt her orgasms are as strong as usual. Perhaps she’s right and we’ll get better at it as we use it.
He got up, dressed, and cleaned the extender. Back in the bedroom, he paused. Where to put it? It’s my extender, so put it in my drawer, he thought, but’s for Julie’s pleasure. He placed the extender and its attendant items in Julie’s top drawer, then went downstairs to find Julie.
He found her reading a book on the back deck. He caught her eye and they both smiled and laughed. “Great role-play, honey! Took me right out of myself, got me playful and horny.”
“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing,” she said with a laugh. “But it was fun. Poor Christine. Her job is so close to prostitution.”
“And she loves every second of it,” Luke said with a wink. They kissed. “Try again in a couple of hours?”
“Something like that.”
“I bet I get one of those emails.”
Puzzled, Julie asked, “What emails?”
“From the Sexually Inadequate Husbands Greet-up. Every time you sign me up to deal with a different inadequacy, I get a series of emails telling me new content is available. I gotta admit, it’s always been helpful.”
“Well, dear, if you want to spend your time reading how to be a better lover to me, I don’t mind.” She said with a big smile.
Luke smiled back and brought his laptop to a shaded area of the porch. The information he read, to his surprise, didn’t directly mention his small penis. Instead, the pages gave tips and techniques to maximize pleasure from the Cummingler. Other pages provided ways to increase the woman’s pleasure. Evidently, Cummingler was more effective for women than for men.
Luke absorbed the information, especially the tips and tricks for men. He sat back and reflected. The sections different than the others, he thought. They started with a definition of Chronic Masturbator and Premature Ejaculator. This doesn’t say anything about Small Penis, goes straight to how to get the most of your Cummingler. I wonder why?
He shrugged and finished reading. He told Julie he learned some good tricks to try later.
Despite the new techniques, Luke didn’t ejaculate in their second coupling, either. Julie said that she enjoyed orgasms with Luke on top of her. Luke ejaculated during their third coupling, soon after dinner.
Eager to develop their skill with the toy, they Cummingled just before going to sleep. Once again, Luke was unable to orgasm.
A sated, languorous Julie rolled to Luke’s side of the bed and picked up his chastity. “Shall I put this on you, sweetie?”
“I don’t think I need it, Julie, but if you’d like me to wear it, I’d be honored to please you that way.”
Julie beamed. “I’m very pleased. Kneel.” She pointed to the bed by her side.
Luke scrambled to a kneeling position in the place indicated. His little cock remained semi -erect, about 3 inches long.
“A tiny bit too thick for the opening. I know what to do.” Julie held Luke’s ball sack in the palm of her hand her fingers curved over the top of the of the little footballs and squeezed — lightly.
“OOF! Julie!” By then it was over. Julie removed her hand exposing the wilted cock. “There. See? Instant Wee Willie Winkle!”
Luke had to laugh in spite of himself. “Oh what a scare! Julie! Couldn’t you wait a minute or two?”
“Oh, but wasn’t this more fun?”
“For you, maybe. Me? Terrified.” He kissed her, a twinkle in his eye. “I must love you, I put up with that.”
Julie laughed, and fitted him into the chastity, then clicked the lock.
In the morning, she released him and they used the Cummingler for a quickie. To their delight, Julie had multiple orgasms, and she and Luke came together. They joined friends for a day hike and dinner, and made love before bed with the Cummingler’s usual mixed results. Julie came, not spectacularly, and Luke, frustrated, slept in his chastity.
So it went for the rest of the trial week. Sometimes, the Cummingler gave both lovers strong orgasms, and sometimes not. The tips and tricks helped, but results fell short of spectacular. Luke, in particular, had orgasmic difficulties with the device. True to their agreement, they focused on their successful encounters, waiting for their review Friday.
However, the trial week was not without incident. On Monday, Luke arrived after work before Julie. A gym membership was among the new luxuries afforded by Luke’s promotion. Julie stay late for her initial appointment with her personal trainer. Before making dinner, Luke logged on to find an email marked with a red ! from the Greet-up. Never saw that before, he said as he opened it up. The email provided a link to a page on the site. A brief disclaimer came first.
Dear aspiring husband,
Today’s pages are standard for anyone whose wife designates that he has a Small Penis. All husbands received these pages, though they may be irrelevant to your wife’s intent.
Sobered, Luke took a deep breath before he clicked the link. Yep, just as he thought. The missing Small Penis information.
What is a small penis, anyway? Is it something shorter than an arbitrary minimum? A cock shorter than one standard deviation below the norm?
No, a penis is not small compared to any objective standard. Only your wife’s subjective judgment is appropriate. No need to mince words here. A penis is small if its primary user (That’s her, not you. You only use it when she lets you.) says it’s small based the satisfaction she receives.
No man wants to accept that his penis is too small to fully satisfy his wife. Unfortunately, you are one of these men. Despite the importance of penis size, there are many other aspects of being a man at which you excel. Otherwise, you would not have attracted and retained the love of that excellent woman, your wife! We suggest you discuss these characteristics with her and let her explain how she loves you.
Hurt, but guardedly optimistic, Luke read on. Some passages stuck in his mind.
Ultimately, some wives find there is only one solution to the husband’s small penis — a bigger penis … When all else fails, a wife may make the gut-wrenching choice to seek satisfaction from another man … Here at the Sexually Inadequate Husbands Greet-up, we use the term ‘cuckold’ with a very specific meaning. It is not the fulfillment of a common husband’s fantasy of sharing his wife with another. Nor is it an affair. If a wife chose to have an affair, she deceives her husband and conceals the sexual relationship at all costs. This is not cuckolding as we understand it.
Cuckolding the Sexually Inadequate Husband way is ideally a mutual, loving agreement that the wife will enjoy sex with other males, with whom she will not become emotionally involved with the full knowledge by her husband of the time and place of each cuckolding event.
Luke’s gut roiled and tears blinded him. He nearly panicked. After all they’ve been through, was Julie going to start fucking around? His only hope lay in that disclaimer in the email. Maybe Julie wanted nothing to do with this ultimate step.
I can’t even ask her about it now, he fumed. Luke pulled himself together and got dinner ready.
About 45 minutes later, when Julie arrived, her guarded expression told Luke that she knew. They kissed each other, eyes wary, and he told her dinner was ready. “How was your time with the trainer?”
“Excellent, honey,” she said with a forced smile. “I’m sure you’ll learn a lot at your appointment. Oh, and thanks so much for having dinner ready. My turn tomorrow.”
They sat and Luke poured wine for them both. They watched the red liquid splashing into the glasses too avidly. Luke took a deep breath. “I did some reading on the Sexually Inadequate Husbands site today …”
“Yes?”
“Julie, honey, are you really thinking of doing that?”
Julie sighed. All her practice for this moment came to nothing. “Luke, I haven’t decided what to do about the whole question. I’m not making any plans and, like you, I’m reading about it.”
Luke absorbed that for a moment. “But you haven’t ruled it out,” he said in a hollow voice.
Julie’s turn to pause. “No, Luke, I haven’t.” Unmoving, she stared at her plate. This revelation felt more threatening than her original threat of divorce. Her original threat was that if Luke didn’t try to improve his sexual performance, she would consider divorce. However, Luke had succeeded, even excelled. They fucked more frequently, for longer periods, in various positions, and achieved simultaneous orgasms. Divorce, thanks to their good work, was off the table. Yet she still hungered to feel a long, thick, genuine cock slam into her cunt. Equally determined to achieve her goal and to remain honest, she knew skirted the edge. Her eyes flicked up to gauge Luke’s response.
He stared up at the corner where the roof met the walls. Luke felt her gaze on him, and met her eyes with an inscrutable gaze. In a voice like flint he said, “Those rules we set apply all the time now. If I get too pissed off, I’ll take a hike. Either of us can end the discussion anytime we want. So I’m going for a walk. You clean up from dinner.” He turned and left.
Julie, fearing dreadfully she may have pushed too far, sobbed when the front door closed behind him. She shed a few tears, wiped her eyes with her napkin and mechanically cleaned up after dinner. She read some encouraging anecdotes on to the Greet-up site. In chat, she met a wife who’d successfully cuckolded her husband many times with several different men. The woman encouraged Julie to hold out for the full experience, emphasizing that Luke’s reaction so far had not included an outright rejection of the idea.
“Training him to obey you about masturbation and ejaculation prepares him to accept cuckolding as well as anything. You’ve done all you can and I think you have a good chance of successfully cuckolding your beloved Luke. Julie, it’s been obvious to me from the beginning of our conversations, that you love this man deeply and I think that will pull you both through this crisis.”
Soon after her online friend said this, Julie, a bit relieved, said goodbye and logged off. She waited for Luke.
Luke returned over two hours after he left. Julie closed her laptop where she’d been reading more advice from the site, when she heard him at the door. She sat up in their bed, wearing a light green, translucent lacy negligée. Attractive, sexy, but nowhere near slutty. Wide-eyed, she looked up at Luke hopefully as he came into the room.
He sat on the edge of the bed, sighed, and looked at her. “I finally decided not to react to a decision that hasn’t been made. A couple of facts kept me grounded. The most important is that I know you love me. And I love you too. Also, I assume you agree with the Sexually Inadequate Husband site that this ought to be a mutual decision. Is that correct? Or is it really unilateral?” Luke’s voice rose.
“That’s true, Luke. I couldn’t do this unless you agreed.”
Relief filling his voice, Luke said, “Honey, I don’t know how I’ll react if you tell me you need this thing...um...to...cuckold me, but I’ll try to put it aside until the crunch comes. When you think that’ll be? Friday after we discuss the extender?”
“Sometime after that, we’ll need some time to it figure out how the extender affects us. If I want it, we have to have some discussions.
“Oh, Luke, I love you so much. You’ve come so far, and you’re a much better lover than you were, I hope it all works out. Whatever we do, will do together.”
He stared at each other, and slowly both smiled. She opened her arms to him and he hugged her. He sobbed, “Julie, I don’t want to lose you!”
“I don’t want to lose you, either.”
Tears filled both their eyes and they kissed. One thing led to another, and in a few minutes the negligee was discarded, together with Luke’s clothing. He mounted her and they made love passionately, Luke pounding into her cunt as fast and hard as he could.
Momentarily, Julie felt more erotic sensation than ever from Luke’s penis alone. She thought with a thrill that their emotional connection might bring her over the top, but it was not to be. He simply couldn’t reach the right places. Concealing her disappointment, she hugged him and encouraged him, whispering words of love in his ear.
Luke worked his thumb between them and rasped it over her clitoris. That did it, and the two relieved lovers came together and drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.
In the morning, Luke awakened Julie by gently rubbing her cunt lips. The way to keep her focused on him, he figured, was to be the best possible husband he could, beginning with sex. Julie enjoyed three orgasms. At the end, his boner, dripping with pre-calm, waved in the air.
“Look at that horny prong!” said Julie, pointing to it. “I bet it wants to cum.”
“You bet it does. Wanna help?”
“Sure thing, but it’s late. Don’t hold back, let it fly, lover!” She took him in her mouth and soon tasted his semen. She collected on her tongue, and showed it to him with a grin before swallowing. “Yum, best breakfast ever.”
The remainder of the week constituted a unique period in their relationship. They made passionate love frequently, almost always using the Cummingler, with its variable contributions. They remained attentive and loving to each other, the discussion of cuckolding tabled rather than avoided. Each spent a good deal of time on the site, reading about preparation for cuckolding, if necessary.
Julie confessed her eagerness to her online supporters, but followed their advice to remain patient, while her preparations to bore fruit.
Luke did his best. He read that cuckolding could be an act of sacrificial love by a husband to grant his wife peak sexual experiences which he could not provide. His body literally twisted when he first read that. That’s fine intellectually, he protested, but Julie’s my flesh and blood wife. Why should some other sonofabitch enjoy her lovely face and hair, beautiful breasts, long legs and tight cunt?
Friday afternoon, they went to the gym and worked out, ending up on treadmills in one of the big rooms. They met in the lobby after their showers, both tense.
Julie suggested, “It’s late. Let’s get takeout.”
“Good idea.”
They arrived home, having visited a pod of food carts. Luke chose chicken shawarma while Julie selected vindaloo lamb.
Julie broke the uncomfortable silence. “Luke, we agreed we discuss the Cummingler tonight. We’ve got that other heavy discussion, but it need not happen tonight. One thing at a time, agreed?”
“Yes, I’m sure that’s best,” agreed Luke. “But now you’re doing it.”
“Doing what?”
“Using euphemisms or circumlocutions. You said, ‘heavy discussion,’ but what you really meant was ‘cuckolding.’” He gave her a knowing smile and his eye twinkled.
Julie, sipping her wine, sputtered and sprayed some out of her mouth. “You got me on that!” She laughed as she dabbed up the wine. “You’re right, the big topic of cuckolding should happen when we’re both rested and have a lot of time. Whatever, it’s going to be difficult.”
The Cummingler discussion, in the end, took very little time. They both agreed that Julie had orgasms from penetration without clitoral stimulation some of the time in mish, and close to all the time in Female Superior position. Luke, however, said that he was glad to use it for Julie’s pleasure, but that his irregular orgasms often required her assistance at the end. They both agreed that Luke’s real cock gave a unique pleasure to them both because of its texture.
After dinner, they finished their discussion on the couch with necking and fondling. Their conclusion? The Cummingler was a useful and enjoyable toy that they both enjoyed from time to time, but it was no game changer.
Both expressed relief that a potentially difficult conversation went so easily. Julie said, “I haven’t told you this, Luke, but the first night, when you put the Cummingler away, you put it in my bedside drawer. I appreciated that so much, honey. To me, it showed that the Cummingler, in your mind, was my toy, not yours.”
“Well, honey, I did think about that quite a bit. But I realized it’s for your pleasure so you get to decide when we use it.”
The successful conclusion of this discussion ended with them fucking on the floor. They made love again at bedtime, now a nightly occurrence.
They spooned after another mutual orgasm, Luke’s arm over Julie’s waist in front of them. After a long silence, Luke spoke in a terrified whisper. “You’re going to cuckold me, aren’t you?”
Julie, feigning sleep, smiled to herself.