I know there will be men who likely will be angry with me for what might appear to them as petty. But, my feelings, and sensations are what they are, and that’s the dilemma.
I was married to a very well-endowed man for 28 years and we lived together before marriage. We did have our ups and downs of course like any marriage but sex was a fun part of our marriage. My husband had a nice career so we lived decently but we were not more than middle class I suppose. We could do a year vacation, and occasionally buy furniture, a new car, etc. So I reminisce those years as a normal life.
I can remember the first time I saw my husband naked was when we were dating and actually three of my female friends, my boyfriend who would become my husband, and one or two other guys all got high and drunk combined. My boyfriend whom we had not been intimate at that time was running around laughing and in his underwear. You couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulge. One of his friends laughed at some point and pointed to it and said someone is all excited. As if this was some type of insult, my boyfriend pulled down his underwear revealing a huge soft penis and shook it at his friend see its soft while laughing in clearly a drunken state. I couldn’t believe the size of it when he did that because the sexual experiences I had before then, the men were not anywhere near as big. In fact us girls laughed and said put that thing away but I really didn’t want him to. I know that it turned me on to see and I wanted to touch it but of course didn’t at that time.
Soon after that incident, we had gone out and came back to his place alone. He had never even made an attempt at sex with me but I wanted him. He was putting on music when I just blurted out, when are you going to come over and kiss me. He looked surprised and sat next to me on his couch and started to make out. I moved my hand down to his crotch just rubbing him trying to feel his penis. He looked at me with a smile and I didn’t say anything but nodded my head with a smile. I undid his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down with one motion. His big penis flopped out looking larger than the time before as I thought he must now be erect. But, I was surprised when I grasped it as it was very pliable and I could feel and see it growing thicker and longer. Not at that time, but I think quite some time later we did measure it and he was just a shade over 9 inches when fully engorged. It was quite a specimen and I use to call it my Titan Missile. It did remind me of one to be honest. When he was engorged it would stand out straight from his body and so long I use to joke it might take off.
That first time we had intercourse and almost every time over our marriage since that first time his penis could bring to me to orgasm with how he used it as long as I was in the mood. He would get me off or ready by oral first and really mentally just ready with a strong desire for penetration. He then would insert himself usually missionary but sometimes we tried different positions. I could never take him all at first and he would probe and carefully use his penis to allow me to slowly open up. It always felt good but maybe after several minutes of soft fucking, I could feel myself wet and open and I would tell him “now” and he give a strong thrust and push his penis all the way in. Doing that and him holding deep inside stretching me almost always caused me to orgasm from that stretching sensation and pressure at the back of my vagina. Now sometimes I would rub my clit to add to it, but once he pushed deep the other sensation I almost always had was an emotional feeling of complete connection with him. I liked missionary the best because his long penis would be in me so deep yet we could stare into each other’s eyes where I felt fully possessed and as one body with him. My orgasm often felt like it was shared and there was this physical connection when I was so fully penetrated. It was like he possessed me and my soul at that moment of climax being so deeply stretched and full of him. We of course also did other positions and it was always easy to be comfortable because his long penis didn’t have to always fully penetrate and still give plenty of sensation without falling out. Those long strokes could feel really good and he could move about pulling back and thrusting forward with me moving as well. We often had a really nice rhythm.
It was also a lot of fun sometimes just to play with his penis. You could stretch it out when soft, it was fun to suck because it was so elastic and fleshy which was a very nice sensation. Plus, I could feel it fill out especially swelling in thickness which made me feel good about me and my effect on him. Oral was often stimulating and even sometimes it was fun just watching him walk about nude because of his size. He just was impressive down there to look at and I was very proud of his big penis and never regretted being married to him even when we would argue. Now did I think about sex all the time? Absolutely not. We had a very normal marriage but when we did have sex it was usually amazing.
Sadly, after being together 30 plus years and married for 28, he died of a sudden heart attack. Of all things he had gotten a flat tire and pulled off a road to change the tire. Evidently with the heat of the mid-day and the physical strain, he almost instantly died. Of course it was extremely sad, shocking at the suddenness as he had not exhibited any significant health issues, and for a year and more I had to deal with many related issues to a spouse passing suddenly away.
I was married to a very well-endowed man for 28 years and we lived together before marriage. We did have our ups and downs of course like any marriage but sex was a fun part of our marriage. My husband had a nice career so we lived decently but we were not more than middle class I suppose. We could do a year vacation, and occasionally buy furniture, a new car, etc. So I reminisce those years as a normal life.
I can remember the first time I saw my husband naked was when we were dating and actually three of my female friends, my boyfriend who would become my husband, and one or two other guys all got high and drunk combined. My boyfriend whom we had not been intimate at that time was running around laughing and in his underwear. You couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulge. One of his friends laughed at some point and pointed to it and said someone is all excited. As if this was some type of insult, my boyfriend pulled down his underwear revealing a huge soft penis and shook it at his friend see its soft while laughing in clearly a drunken state. I couldn’t believe the size of it when he did that because the sexual experiences I had before then, the men were not anywhere near as big. In fact us girls laughed and said put that thing away but I really didn’t want him to. I know that it turned me on to see and I wanted to touch it but of course didn’t at that time.
Soon after that incident, we had gone out and came back to his place alone. He had never even made an attempt at sex with me but I wanted him. He was putting on music when I just blurted out, when are you going to come over and kiss me. He looked surprised and sat next to me on his couch and started to make out. I moved my hand down to his crotch just rubbing him trying to feel his penis. He looked at me with a smile and I didn’t say anything but nodded my head with a smile. I undid his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down with one motion. His big penis flopped out looking larger than the time before as I thought he must now be erect. But, I was surprised when I grasped it as it was very pliable and I could feel and see it growing thicker and longer. Not at that time, but I think quite some time later we did measure it and he was just a shade over 9 inches when fully engorged. It was quite a specimen and I use to call it my Titan Missile. It did remind me of one to be honest. When he was engorged it would stand out straight from his body and so long I use to joke it might take off.
That first time we had intercourse and almost every time over our marriage since that first time his penis could bring to me to orgasm with how he used it as long as I was in the mood. He would get me off or ready by oral first and really mentally just ready with a strong desire for penetration. He then would insert himself usually missionary but sometimes we tried different positions. I could never take him all at first and he would probe and carefully use his penis to allow me to slowly open up. It always felt good but maybe after several minutes of soft fucking, I could feel myself wet and open and I would tell him “now” and he give a strong thrust and push his penis all the way in. Doing that and him holding deep inside stretching me almost always caused me to orgasm from that stretching sensation and pressure at the back of my vagina. Now sometimes I would rub my clit to add to it, but once he pushed deep the other sensation I almost always had was an emotional feeling of complete connection with him. I liked missionary the best because his long penis would be in me so deep yet we could stare into each other’s eyes where I felt fully possessed and as one body with him. My orgasm often felt like it was shared and there was this physical connection when I was so fully penetrated. It was like he possessed me and my soul at that moment of climax being so deeply stretched and full of him. We of course also did other positions and it was always easy to be comfortable because his long penis didn’t have to always fully penetrate and still give plenty of sensation without falling out. Those long strokes could feel really good and he could move about pulling back and thrusting forward with me moving as well. We often had a really nice rhythm.
It was also a lot of fun sometimes just to play with his penis. You could stretch it out when soft, it was fun to suck because it was so elastic and fleshy which was a very nice sensation. Plus, I could feel it fill out especially swelling in thickness which made me feel good about me and my effect on him. Oral was often stimulating and even sometimes it was fun just watching him walk about nude because of his size. He just was impressive down there to look at and I was very proud of his big penis and never regretted being married to him even when we would argue. Now did I think about sex all the time? Absolutely not. We had a very normal marriage but when we did have sex it was usually amazing.
Sadly, after being together 30 plus years and married for 28, he died of a sudden heart attack. Of all things he had gotten a flat tire and pulled off a road to change the tire. Evidently with the heat of the mid-day and the physical strain, he almost instantly died. Of course it was extremely sad, shocking at the suddenness as he had not exhibited any significant health issues, and for a year and more I had to deal with many related issues to a spouse passing suddenly away.
