Bailey’s Review

Seriously what the fuck Trent??? So first off I have to ask, how in the actual fuck did you get a girl to marry you? I seriously have gathered a prayer group for your wife and her pussy. It must be in such fantastic shape considering it’s never been used…. hehe, well so you think, I mean married, dating, what ever, if that was my man’s cock, you better believe I’d have a side dick that could please me, all the while using your money. No worries though, I’d make sure most of his cum drains out of me before I saddle up on your face, because that is the only way you would even possibly please me… I’d have to be facing forward so I didn’t see that little dick. It’s honestly such a turn off babe, like fucking so disappointing. It’s like changing a baby’s diaper, only your are like a full grown man. Great job having a normal size sack though, hehe it really highlights just how little your dick is.

Bai

Cassandra’s Review

What’s up Trent… so I gotta be honest, at first when I opened up my email, I seen your body and I was quite impressed, a little skinny, but none the less chiseled, some muscle, pretty fucking sexy. I see a lot of little and disappointing cocks on this site, but most are accompanied by fatties and gross guys. You are just the opposite. What I’ve never encountered is seeing a sexy body which also has one of the most pathetic cocks, I’ve ever see. When a gross body has a small dick, it’s just an addition to the disappointment, but give me hope and then crush my dreams with nothing to offer in the bedroom, well it’s massive disgust! So fucking pathetic. I was super intrigued by you you some how getting a wife. Now I assume she fucks other men to keep satisfied. So I though I’d write a short story from your wife’s perspective… (well as if I was your wife…;) ) Normally Cuckold stories are only a few lines, but I have a wild story in mind…..

How did we get here?

Well, Derek and my husband, Trent had been friends for a few years now, living in the same neighborhood. Derek was a few years younger than my husband, the same age as me. He was stocky and thick, a man’s man. In fact, my husband looked quite meek compared to him. I would always try to hide my smile when I would see Derek shake my husband’s hand with a firm handshake – my husband shook hands delicately, so the physicality between them was quite the contrast. The idea of my husband being inferior to such an alpha male – who was his friend, no less – was always the last thought I had upon reaching an orgasm when masturbating.

It didn’t help that Derek was good-looking, too. In a masculine way, without trying to be. No product, no trendy clothing. He was just himself, genuine. Derek was a physical, hands-on kind of guy, the total opposite of my husband. He also had an intimidating stare – sometimes I would catch my husband look away whenever Derek raised one of his arched eyebrows at him, something that always made me a little wet.

The more I got to know Derek, the less sex I had with my husband, who was completely oblivious to my crush on his best friend. When we did have sex, with his little dick, my eyes would be closed, imagining Big Derek on top of me instead of my little pathetic husband. The more I fantasized about Derek; the more those fantasies involved Derek kicking my husband’s ass. I would get wet each time I visualized Derek bullying my husband around, to the point where I was squirting thinking about Derek fucking me right in front of the man I was married to.

With Derek’s thick body, I had a feeling he had a big dick. He started to notice I was paying a lot of attention to him, although I was hardly doing a good job of being discreet about it. Derek wasn’t uncomfortable with the way I looked at him. In fact, when he would catch me checking him out, he returned my look with that smirk of a smile he had. Paired with his arched eyebrows, Big Derek just looked like trouble waiting to happen. Trouble I really wanted.

One day, Derek noticed my legs quiver when he said the following sentence to my husband, upon being asked about the size of his hammer:

“It’s big, buddy.” He said to my husband while looking at me.

“How big?” My husband asked, oblivious to the innuendo.

“Huge,” Derek said, winking at me while flashing his killer smile. “You’ll need two hands to hold it.”

I got so wet without touching myself. My husband asked if I was okay, seeing my legs wobble. I could see Derek laughing to himself, knowing what he had just done to my body without laying a finger on me.

Derek and I started to talk more when the three of us were out with other friends. It got comfortable enough for Derek to ask my husband for my number. I got wet when my husband told me that. I visualized Derek with a cocky look on his face as he asked for the number of his friend’s girl.

I was really excited about where this was all going. My excitement for Derek was proving to be more important than my devotion to my husband.

We were at a friend’s party, and I was sitting on Derek’ lap while we were all in a circle. Derek and I became friendly enough that seeing us together did not trigger any alarms for my husband, although all our friends could see the sexual chemistry between us. My husband was shit-faced, making a fool of himself with asinine jokes and comments. Frankly, I was embarrassed to be seen with him. But Derek turned lemons into lemonade, whispering in my ear that we could go upstairs to his friend’s bedroom if I wanted to.

A classy, married woman would have slapped him on the spot. That’s what I would have normally done until I met Derek. I matched his bold suggestion by getting up, grabbing his big, catcher’s mitt-sized hand and leading him right to his friend’s bedroom. The party was busy enough that our walk together was inconspicuous, although a lot of Derek’ friends saw us go up, making gestures that men do. At that moment, I really didn’t care. I knew my husband didn’t see us, and that his friends wouldn’t let him cock-block Derek if he woke up.

Just as Derek approached me, his lips an inch away from mine, the host of the party walked in tell us that my husband was throwing up all over his deck.

Derek looked pissed. Though not intentionally, my husband found a way to cock-block him.

We did the right thing and took my husband home – he was bumming everyone out at the party. Derek aggressively threw my husband’s rag-doll body into his backseat. He smiled an evil grin when I started caressing his crotch as he drove. Neither one of us looked in the backseat to see if the drunk was watching.

Hearing my husband snore, I told Derek all the feelings I had for him. I told him about my orgasms thinking about his big dick, my fantasies of him slapping my husband around right in front of me, even the firm handshake difference. Derek had a smile on his face the entire time I confessed my sexual obsession to him and told me he was going to make my dreams cum true that night. My husband’s best friend had me right where he wanted me.

We carried my husband into our apartment, throwing him horizontally on the vertical bed. I hugged Derek and apologized for the evening, but Derek cut me off with a kiss. Just like that, at long last, Derek’ thick lips were touching mine. Derek then pushed me to the bed with the tip of his fingers. He ripped my skirt off aggressively with one hand without even breaking a sweat, like he was ripping a paper towel. His strength was so foreign to me and only made me wetter.

I lay on my back beside my husband as Derek motioned towards me, unbuckling his belt, smirking once again. Getting on top of me, I gasped and moaned as I felt his thick finger (probably bigger than my husbands dick hard) slide into my wet hot pussy. Derek smiled victoriously at how wet he was making me. His thumb started rubbing my clit, and I started convulsing, cumming on his big thumb and thick index finger. With my head back, Derek adjusted himself, and just like that, his beer-can girth of a cock was trying to find its way inside me. When I told him how full I felt, his reply made me cum.

“I just stuck the head in so far, babe,” Derek said looking down at me, victoriously and triumphantly as the drunken fool I was married to snored beside us both.

Derek exhaled as his weight rested on mine. He thrust into me slowly at first before accelerating his movement. I was wet enough for him to slide at least 3/4 of his girth into my tight little pussy. We weren’t wasting time; we had the bed shaking and rocking within a minute. This was going to be a quick power fuck, and I was fine with that. We both just needed it to happen. I wrapped my legs around Derek’ ass, who’s pants and boxer shorts were yanked down to his ankles. His Adidas running shoes were still on his feet, that’s how quickly this progressed. Derek ripped my blouse off with one hand, and I pulled off his t-shirt. I could smell Derek’ body heat as he buried his face between my big tits.

“This is what it’s like to be with a real man,” I thought to myself with my husband’s friend’s monster cock inside of me.

Derek was grinning as I came all over his thick cock, a grin that got wider with each orgasm he gave me. My reaction told him I never came like that with my husband.

After about ten minutes of us in the same position, I watched Derek pull out of me and stroke his dick. His finger and thumb replacing his cock inside of me, and just by thumbing my clit, I reached another orgasm. He brought me to orgasm with his thumb – his thumb! My poor husband couldn’t make me cum with his little dick, but his best friend could make me reach multiple orgasms with the girth of his thumb.

And then the unthinkable happened.

It was Derek’ turn to cum, something I saw was imminent once his breathing got heavier and faster. He grabbed the base of his thick shaft and began pumping splurges of cum everywhere. The first few shots landed on my huge tits, covering them. But more waves of cumshots…well…

Derek’ cum shot far enough to land on my husband’s face, covering up half of his lips. There was enough of a load to dribble down his chin and his neck.

I was in shock. Derek was in shock. We both expected my husband to wake up, our mouths wide open. This is the part where we are supposed to get caught!

But that didn’t happen. My husband slept right through the facial he took from his best friend’s big cock. My husband was so inebriated that he didn’t even know he had another man’s cum dripping down his face. I’m not sure what should have been more humiliating for him – his best friend’s semen dripping down his sleeping face, or his wife cuckolding him on the same bed he was sleeping in.

Derek and I were covering up our mouths to stop ourselves from laughing loud enough to wake my husband.

“What a chump.” Derek chuckled, looking down at his best friend’s cum-covered face.

As Derek got to his feet, pulled his jeans up and buckled his pants, my husband started to awaken from his drunken sleep. As his eyes opened, all he could see was Derek smirking down at him and giving him a thumbs-up after adjusting his zipper and pulling his t-shirt down. Sensing movement over his shoulder, my husband looked up and saw me, a guilty look on my face. I was unable to conceal my grin though. I couldn’t believe what I had done. I fucked my husband’s friend, and he was totally oblivious to it.

“How…did I get here?” My husband asked, trying to get up, disoriented. “And why are your clothes on the floor honey? Shit…I think I was drooling…”

Derek and I made eye contact and smiled as my husband wiped off what he thought was drool from the side of his mouth. He looked embarrassed and apologized to Derek.

“I must have been a mess at that party, eh?” My husband said. “Thanks for taking me home, man.”

“No problem,” Derek replied with a wink. “I’m glad I was there to do it.”

Baby with a cock like your’s this story isn’t a fantasy, it’s reality.

Cassie

Mia’s Review

Well…. there it is a nubbin’ of a fucking cock. No idea how this happens. Like Cassandra said, you might have the most attractive body I’ve ever seen through this website. It truly is such a turn off to have a body like that really have on dick what so ever. What do you and your wife do? How do you have a wife? Does she hate penis? Are you an oral sex god? What the fuck. I mean suuuuure there is more to a relationship that just sex… buuut sex is a VERY important part. Do you have an open relationship? Like, she gets to fuck any dude she can find that is bigger than you. (hint: that means any guy) I’m just baffled… your balls are normal size, so that must make you feel manly, but for real, your dick is smaller than your fucking sack! You know what, I know Cassie had a long story about your wife cheating on you right next to you, but I have a little different fantasy, one where I get her off better than you… Let’s just say I’m a new sales lady at work where your wife works. We instantly hit it off and become close friends. One night after work we hit a bar to have a few drinks. A few drinks in, she sees a gorgeous man, and gets very horny. She starts to break down, telling me how she loves you, but hasn’t had a real orgasm since you dated.  She goes on, how everything in her wants to take this sexy man to the bathroom and fuck him raw… This was a wild conversation, one I hadn’t expected. I’ve had some lesbian experiences in my life, but it’s been a long time. Your wife’s pent up sexual aggression has me super interested on just how wild you would get on me… I get her more into the conversation, when she pull up pics of your little baby dick. I can’t believe it, we giggle for 30 minutes over the pictures, even letting the female bartender join in… I’ve gotten your wife very drunk and in a great mood, I ask her, “what if we fucked? It wouldn’t be cheating really!” In a drunken slur, she looks at me and tells me, anything is better than going home to “dickless”…. we laugh, and as I get her in the car, I realize I should probably just get her home. When we pull up, she’s sobered up a little. She rubs my tit and says, this is going to be so much fun! I tell her we are at her house, she looks around, and says well fuck it, I need to cum hard, so let’s go have fun. She jumps out, and walks to the house, I follow her from behind. I walk through the door right after her, you look at me with pervy eyes, admiring my big firm tits, pretty eyes. Your wife grabs my hand, “Trent, Mia and I are going to the bedroom to have a naked pillow fight, oh and to have hot lesbian sex”… Your eyes open wide, as I follow her into the bedroom a little confused and surprised. She slams the door behind me, you ask “Um, do I get to join in?” “Fucking no way Trent, you’re not bringing that baby cock in here! And I’m not cheating, she doesn’t have a cock” silence  commences, “seriously you are still at the door?” your wife asks. “Pull up a seat you perv, listen all you want, maybe jerk off you pathetic piece of shit.” For the next hour, in the lowest of the low, you sit next to the door listening to your wife and I have hot lesbian sex. You hear your wife making moans and screams you’ve never gotten out her. The sounds of passionate and hardcore sex can be heard for hours… you’ve jerked off three times in a depressed mood….

Hunny if this isn’t your marriage it will be soon….. (I’d love to see a pic of your wifey…)

Mia