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First let me say I really don’t understand guy’s obsession with the size of their penis, focusing on how they compare to others, admiring another man because they have a bigger penis, or wanting to see their spouse like me, have sex with a better hung man than themselves. But, I do respect that a marriage should be fun and that a spouse should do fun and exciting things to please their partner sexually. So, I do that and it has been interesting. When my husband showed me this funny site LPSG, he encouraged me to share our situation.
My first marriage ended in divorce. We did some kind of wild activities like nude beaches, clubs, and even went to a type of swinging resort once. However, that did not cause the end of our marriage as much as he was a bit too much of a drinker and could get belligerent. We also were probably too young when we married, but there definitely were some fun times.
I consider myself reasonably attractive and did the dating scene after the divorce for almost 4 years before meeting another man where we lived together for a year. However, he never wanted to get married and I did. So, I returned to the active dating scene again. Let me say I have had quite a number of sexual encounters.
I met my husband at a work related conference. It started with a shared cab ride from the airport and then coincidentally running into each other several times the next few days. He was the same age as me (mid 30’s) a little overweight but very cute and outgoing. We started dating and I remember our first sexual experience occurred on our 3rd date. I actually was more of the aggressor given having many sexual experiences prior and not a prude or conservative. I like sex and can admit it. Anyway, we had gone back to his place to watch a show and I lay on the couch with my head resting on his lap. I started putting my hand down just holding still by his zipper and then actually moved me head so I was just looking right at his crotch. It was somewhat surprising that he didn’t seem to react or that I noticed any lump of an erection. So, I ran my finger over his pants quietly stroking the area but still there was no response. I looked up at him and smiled and then playfully started unbuckling his pants. He lifted up so I could pull them down along with his underwear and his penis was hard but not what I would call big compared to just about all the men I had been with before. He wasn’t tiny but it was just a smaller than average penis which didn’t really bother me at all. It was easier to suck and we quickly changed positions and he took me on the couch. He was able to fuck vigorously and hard which was how I enjoyed intercourse. Was he as good a lover as some? No, but he was fine. We continued our relationship for several months until he proposed and I accepted. Later that year we got married in a small more family oriented ceremony.
The first time he brought up my past relationships and former marriage was actually on our honeymoon. We had sex, went to sleep and then next morning were resting comfortably in bed. He told me how much he loved me and then started asking about my first husband. I really was reluctant to talk about my first husband. But, my husband said he felt we should always be open and not have secrets. That seemed reasonable. However, the question that startled me and made me nervous was when he asked, “How do I compare?” I laughed and said, “Well I married you didn’t I.” But, my husband started to persist. “No, I mean sexually and how did we compare in penis size!” I was now stunned by him asking such an intimate question plus my husband was much smaller than my first husband. I tried to avoid an answer. I told him I never really paid attention to things like that which had some grain of truth. I mean you couldn’t help but notice a man’s size if it was significantly different but it was never an issue for me in terms of the first importance. Sure, a big penis was nice when attached to a decent guy but it wasn’t the main ingredient for me. Nevertheless, my husband again wouldn’t drop the subject and told me to be candid.
I didn’t want to lie to my husband but started the conversation by sharing how much my first husband was a jerk. That didn’t seem to be of interest. “No, compare our cocks” my husband insisted. So, I took a hold of his penis and gave it a kiss. “This is perfect for me” I smiled as I held it. Jason (my first husband) well honestly he had a very long penis. As soon as I said that my husband’s penis kind of throbbed in my hand. “He used to brag about it that it was a true 8” Wow, my husband exclaimed, that’s big. “Yes, honey but in some positions he would go too deep and it could hurt.” However, I noticed my husband had grown really hard in my hand as I talked. This conversation was really turning him on and I could feel his excitement. I bent over and started sucking him as he fell back on the bed. “Tell me more and be truthful” he reiterated as he closed his eyes. I whispered in a sexy voice telling him the first time I saw him erect it was a bit intimidating. My husband looked up and said show me with your finger how much longer his is than mine. I held my hand about 3 inches higher than the head of my husband’s penis which was pretty accurate. “Oh my God,” my husband exclaimed, I never will be able to satisfy you like he could?” Honey size doesn’t matter I told him but saw some look of disappointment as I said this. Tell me what it felt like, he said. Well, honey when he went deep sometimes it hurt but other times it felt really good. Better than mine? “Yes he could hit spots yours doesn’t.” OH fuck, as my husband suddenly came in my hand and I quickly took him back in my mouth to pleasure him.
Afterwards, I told him I was just saying some things as I could see he was turned on. I reiterated his penis was fine. He seemed OK with that but he shared that he liked hearing about my sexual experiences. At first, I really didn’t feel comfortable about providing such details and it confused me why this turned him on. In fact, even to this day sometimes I have mixed feelings on all of this but he gets so excited sexually that I indulge everything which I will discuss and share here when I have a little more time. Maybe guys can explain this to me here on why it is a turn-on? (to be continued)
My first marriage ended in divorce. We did some kind of wild activities like nude beaches, clubs, and even went to a type of swinging resort once. However, that did not cause the end of our marriage as much as he was a bit too much of a drinker and could get belligerent. We also were probably too young when we married, but there definitely were some fun times.
I consider myself reasonably attractive and did the dating scene after the divorce for almost 4 years before meeting another man where we lived together for a year. However, he never wanted to get married and I did. So, I returned to the active dating scene again. Let me say I have had quite a number of sexual encounters.
I met my husband at a work related conference. It started with a shared cab ride from the airport and then coincidentally running into each other several times the next few days. He was the same age as me (mid 30’s) a little overweight but very cute and outgoing. We started dating and I remember our first sexual experience occurred on our 3rd date. I actually was more of the aggressor given having many sexual experiences prior and not a prude or conservative. I like sex and can admit it. Anyway, we had gone back to his place to watch a show and I lay on the couch with my head resting on his lap. I started putting my hand down just holding still by his zipper and then actually moved me head so I was just looking right at his crotch. It was somewhat surprising that he didn’t seem to react or that I noticed any lump of an erection. So, I ran my finger over his pants quietly stroking the area but still there was no response. I looked up at him and smiled and then playfully started unbuckling his pants. He lifted up so I could pull them down along with his underwear and his penis was hard but not what I would call big compared to just about all the men I had been with before. He wasn’t tiny but it was just a smaller than average penis which didn’t really bother me at all. It was easier to suck and we quickly changed positions and he took me on the couch. He was able to fuck vigorously and hard which was how I enjoyed intercourse. Was he as good a lover as some? No, but he was fine. We continued our relationship for several months until he proposed and I accepted. Later that year we got married in a small more family oriented ceremony.
The first time he brought up my past relationships and former marriage was actually on our honeymoon. We had sex, went to sleep and then next morning were resting comfortably in bed. He told me how much he loved me and then started asking about my first husband. I really was reluctant to talk about my first husband. But, my husband said he felt we should always be open and not have secrets. That seemed reasonable. However, the question that startled me and made me nervous was when he asked, “How do I compare?” I laughed and said, “Well I married you didn’t I.” But, my husband started to persist. “No, I mean sexually and how did we compare in penis size!” I was now stunned by him asking such an intimate question plus my husband was much smaller than my first husband. I tried to avoid an answer. I told him I never really paid attention to things like that which had some grain of truth. I mean you couldn’t help but notice a man’s size if it was significantly different but it was never an issue for me in terms of the first importance. Sure, a big penis was nice when attached to a decent guy but it wasn’t the main ingredient for me. Nevertheless, my husband again wouldn’t drop the subject and told me to be candid.
I didn’t want to lie to my husband but started the conversation by sharing how much my first husband was a jerk. That didn’t seem to be of interest. “No, compare our cocks” my husband insisted. So, I took a hold of his penis and gave it a kiss. “This is perfect for me” I smiled as I held it. Jason (my first husband) well honestly he had a very long penis. As soon as I said that my husband’s penis kind of throbbed in my hand. “He used to brag about it that it was a true 8” Wow, my husband exclaimed, that’s big. “Yes, honey but in some positions he would go too deep and it could hurt.” However, I noticed my husband had grown really hard in my hand as I talked. This conversation was really turning him on and I could feel his excitement. I bent over and started sucking him as he fell back on the bed. “Tell me more and be truthful” he reiterated as he closed his eyes. I whispered in a sexy voice telling him the first time I saw him erect it was a bit intimidating. My husband looked up and said show me with your finger how much longer his is than mine. I held my hand about 3 inches higher than the head of my husband’s penis which was pretty accurate. “Oh my God,” my husband exclaimed, I never will be able to satisfy you like he could?” Honey size doesn’t matter I told him but saw some look of disappointment as I said this. Tell me what it felt like, he said. Well, honey when he went deep sometimes it hurt but other times it felt really good. Better than mine? “Yes he could hit spots yours doesn’t.” OH fuck, as my husband suddenly came in my hand and I quickly took him back in my mouth to pleasure him.
Afterwards, I told him I was just saying some things as I could see he was turned on. I reiterated his penis was fine. He seemed OK with that but he shared that he liked hearing about my sexual experiences. At first, I really didn’t feel comfortable about providing such details and it confused me why this turned him on. In fact, even to this day sometimes I have mixed feelings on all of this but he gets so excited sexually that I indulge everything which I will discuss and share here when I have a little more time. Maybe guys can explain this to me here on why it is a turn-on? (to be continued)