<p>You’re not small. Not really. You’re average. Maybe even a little bit above average. That’s why your wife never complained. She had nothing to complain about. Sex was good. Sometimes it was great. That happened less and less as your marriage went on, but that’s how it goes for most couples.</p><p>Then you shared your fantasy. It took years for you to work up the courage to tell her about it, but eventually you spilled the beans. You told her about your desire to be a cuckold. You told her that nothing turned you on more than the idea of her having great sex with another man.</p><p>It didn’t happen right away. It took months for her to warm up to the idea and months longer for her to actually find the right guy. It happened, though. She found the right guy. She cuckolded you with him. She had the great sex you wanted her to have. At first it was just the two of them in a hotel room, but eventually she was comfortable inviting you to watch. You witnessed your beautiful wife having sex with another man. You witnessed his cock fill her pussy. You witnessed the bliss on her face when she came with his cock inside her. You witnessed another man having an orgasm while buried deep in your wife’s pussy.</p><p>For a few months it was perfect. Your wife fucked her new man most weekends and occasionally they’d get together during the week for a quickie. At first your sex life improved. You were constantly horny and your wife was willing to welcome you into her pussy with great frequency. You went down on her a lot more often. She gave you more handjobs. You had more sex. There was lots and lots of dirty talk. It was everything you wanted it to be.</p><p>Then it slowed down. For you, at least. She was still having sex with him every weekend and she usually saw him at least once during the week, sometimes twice. There was less sex with you, though. What used to be a few times a week dwindled to once a week. Then it was just a few times a month. Then it was once a month. That’s when you decided you had to talk about it.</p><p>“Can we talk?” you asked on a Thursday night. She’d just gotten home from a visit to her lover’s house and she’d rebuffed your desire to have sex with her.</p><p>“Sure,” she said. “What about?”</p><p>“Well, you know that I love that you’re cuckolding me now. I love that you’re having great sex with someone else. It really is a dream come true for me. It’s like living out a fantasy every day. It’s incredible,” you began.</p><p>“Okay,” your wife said. “I feel like there’s a but coming on.”</p><p>You smiled. “Yeah. Sorry, I hate to be so predictable, but I feel like things have really slowed down between us, you know? It’s been more than a month since we’ve had sex and before that we also went a month without having sex. I mean, we had sex multiple times a week when you first cuckolded me, so things have really slowed to a crawl.”</p><p>“And you’re not happy with that?” your wife asked.</p><p>“No,” you answered. “I’m not.”</p><p>“You’re still cumming quite often, aren’t you?” your wife asked.</p><p>You nodded. “Yes, I am, and I’m grateful for that. I really am. I just…well, sex is better than a handjob or masturbating together.”</p><p>“I’m sure it’s better for you,” your wife said.</p><p>You expected she’d say more, but she just put that thought out there and left it, making it seem fairly obvious that she didn’t particularly enjoy having sex with you.</p><p>“Well, it seemed like you enjoyed having sex with me when you were first cuckolding me,” you said.</p><p>She smiled. “I did. I still enjoy having sex with you, to a certain extent, at least.”</p><p>“What does that mean?” you asked.</p><p>“Honey, do you really want to do this?” she asked. “Doesn’t this seem like a possibly dangerous road to go down?”</p><p>“This is important to me,” you said. “I want to have sex with you. I love having sex with you.”</p><p>Your wife took your hand, squeezed it reassuringly, and said, “I’m afraid that I don’t love having sex with you. Not anymore.”</p><p>“What? Why?” you asked as a sense of panic rose in your chest.</p><p>“Are you sure you want to do this?” your wife asked again.</p><p>You nodded.</p><p>“Because size matters, honey,” she said.</p><p>“What?” you asked.</p><p>“He’s bigger than you,” she explained. “You’ve seen his cock. He’s much bigger than you. He’s longer and he’s thicker. He’s better with his cock, too, but it’s the size that really matters. It makes a difference. A big difference, in fact. Size matters, and you don’t measure up. You’re nowhere near as big as he is and the longer I’ve been with him the less I want your cock inside me.”</p><p>You felt an odd mixture of pain and arousal. You pulled away but your wife moved closer, making it impossible for you to escape.</p><p>“It’s not a small difference,” she continued. “When he fucks me…I feel so full, I feel so satisfied. I feel like I’m finally getting what I’ve always needed as a woman. I feel like I’m finally with a man, with a real man. I think about him all the time. I think about his cock all the time. I’ve never been with a man like that. Never in my life. I’ve never experienced someone that makes me feel like he does, and unfortunately he makes me feel so good that I don’t want your cock inside me. I just don’t.”</p><p>“But…but…what about what I want?” you asked.</p><p>Your wife reached between your legs and found your stiff dick. “You’re hard as a rock. I understand that you want to fuck me, but it seems clear that you also want this. I find it hard to believe that you don’t notice the difference, honey. I’ve barely been into the sex we’ve had the last couple months. It’s like I can’t even feel you inside me. All I do is think about him. It’s the only reason I find it even remotely pleasurable to fuck you anymore. I just think of him being inside me. I think of him fucking me. I think of him pounding my tight little pussy and making me cum like I’ve always wanted to cum.”</p><p>You opened your mouth to protest but your wife covered it with her hand. She unzipped your pants and pulled out your cock. She kept her hand over your mouth as she jerked you off.</p><p>“I’ll still take care of you,” she said. “I’ll still jerk you off and tell you about how good he fucks me. I’ll jerk you off and tell you that your inadequate cock doesn’t belong anywhere near my pussy. I’ll jerk you off and tell you that I have no interest in fucking my cuckold husband anymore.”</p><p>You came. You came hard. You came and your wife pulled her hand from your mouth and smiled as your semen spilled over her hand and onto your pants.</p><p>“I might even blow you from time to time,” she said. “I love you, honey. I want to take care of you. I just don’t want your cock inside me anymore. Don’t worry, though. I’ll make sure you’re happy.”</p><p>“Okay,” you said. It was hard to argue with her after an orgasm like that.</p>