Can We Stop Pretending?

"Can we stop pretending?" she asked me.

We were both panting heavily as she rolled off from me, turned around, pulled the face dildo from my mouth and rested her head on my chest. Most normal guys would be amazed if their cock was as hard as mine still was, standing up straight, jutting out from my face, a full eight inches long and two inches diameter. Yes, my face, we'll get to that. I wasn't, though. But I guess you could say I'm not a normal guy. My real penis is only three and a half - yes, that half is important to me - inches when fully hard. I give Jamie, my wife, credit. For a few years she tried to pretend and reassure me it was enough for her and that my tongue was magical. OK, my tongue really is magical so that was not pretending. It had to be. With such a small penis, it was the only way I could get her off.

Until we bought the hollow strapon dildo. It was my idea. I couldn't take the continued disappointment she tried to hide. I know she loves me as much as I love her and she didn't want to hurt my feelings. I also knew that she wanted, and deserved, more. To know what it felt like to be ravaged by a big cock. To have her pussy stretched, filled, and fucked for more than a minute. You see, on top of my small penis, I'm also a premature ejaculator. And before you ask, yes, we've tried everything we could think of, my doctor and therapist could suggest, and the internet could teach us. Actually, that's how we got here, doing 'research' on the internet. Research that quickly turned into desire, to fantasy, then to role playing, which is what we were doing now. I had found these 'male enhancements' and secretly bought one. One night, during 'kinky' play I tied Jamie to the bed, blindfolded her and teased her body to the edge of orgasm several times. She was more than ready to crash over the edge into sweet blissful moaning and writhing.

When I moved my tongue off her clit she breathlessly begged, "Please, Sir, make me cum." When she's tied up she has to call me Sir, just like if I'm tied up I have to call her Mistress. Those are the rules.

"I'm going to pound you with my big cock, make you cum so many times you'll be begging me for mercy." I told her. Our first dildo was also eight inches long and two inches in diameter. After that first night she really loved that size.

She's too good to me, her response proved that. "I love your big cock, how it splits me open. Please, Sir, fill me up." We both know none of that is true. Well, it wasn't true until that night.

Jamie wasn't able to tell that between the last time I had teased her now I had put the secret strapon on. My penis didn't even fill the hollowed out interior. When I laid on my stomach to lick her clit I could feel my full hard penis bouncing off the walls. It was humiliating, and I was the only one that knew. I wondered what she would say when she found that part out. And how embarrassed I'd be.

As I slid up her body, licking a path from her clit to each tit, then her neck I was careful not to touch her with the cock, that would have ruined the surprise. With my mouth right next to her ear I whispered, "Are you ready?" "Yes, Sir, make me cum with you big cock," was her reply. The cock had warmed up to body temperature. I knew she wouldn't need any extra lubrication, With all the teasing I had done, she was more than wet enough. And I had made sure to spread some of her lubrication on her lips too.

I smiled when she gasped as the head of 'my' cock pressed on her opening. Slowly I advanced until I felt the initial resistance give and I slipped into her pussy. As I whispered in her ear again, "I hope you like my new cock," I think she had a mini orgasm right then.

"Go slow," was all she said. Not what is that? Not what are you doing. Just, "Go slow." I don't know if she knew what to think, or if she could even think at all. And that's just the way I wanted her. I wanted her to finally feel a real cock inside her. To understand the pleasure that she's heard her girlfriends talk about, we've read about in stories, something she's never experienced. We were both virgins when we met, she's never had the opportunity to experience another man's cock. Well, she probably has had the opportunity, she's what you call girl next door pretty. Not glam, or made up. It's a natural beauty that radiates from within her and shines though. Hazel eyes, mid length dirty blonde hair and a full figure. Not overweight, but not 'model skinny' either. There have been many men that have made covert, and overt, passes at her. She's always turned them down, remaining faithful to me. Denying herself that chance to get fucked by a real cock. With her personality shaped by her upbringing - not overly strict or with a 'negative' view of sex, she just never explored her body, and after she fell in love with me, she never thought about sex toys. So, she never took the opportunity to feel a real cock, to orgasm from penetration alone.

Ever so slowly, giving her pussy time to adjust, I slid deeper into her tight hole. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she had the full eight inches in her. I just laid there, my hips resting against hers, up on my arms staring at her pretty face, her mouth frozen in an 'O' as she panted. Gently I lifted the blindfold off her eyes. In the dimly lit bedroom she didn't need to squint. She just started into my eyes, her mouth slowly transforming from the 'O' to a tentative smile.

I couldn't think of anything witty to say in that moment, so I simply said, "Enjoy your surprise," as I slowly withdrew. I'd love to tell you how perfect it was, that I nailed (pun intended) the strokes perfectly, but... Not only had she never experienced a big cock, I've never used one. I had no idea how far to pull out, and not being able to feel, I was guessing. It took a couple minutes, at least one more than I normally last, to figure it out, but I did. Also not having had the chance to go more than a minute or two, I never realized how tiring fucking a woman could be. But, I powered through, for her.

I stared into her eyes, watching them glaze over and eventually close. I watched as her face twitched and contorted. As she gasped, smiled and made faces I hadn't seen before but recognized as satisfied pleasure. And when she came, her face tighten up, her nose scrunch up and her eyes clamped tightly shut. I didn't stop. I had decided I would go, no matter how tired I got, until she couldn't take any more. I felt the added resistance as her pussy spasmed around the cock when she came. I started to vary my depth and pace.

When she regained her breath she opened her eyes, "Thank you," was all she said. It was all she needed to say. Those two words spoke volumes, telling me how much she appreciated my gesture, confirming without her actually saying it that she wondered what a real cock would feel like, jealous of her friends. But never wanting to hurt me by bringing it up or suggesting we get toys. But I knew.

As her second orgasm approached she lifted her head trying to reach my mouth. I slowly lowered my mouth to hers. When our lips met she drove her tongue into my mouth with more passion that I remember in a long time. Then she dropped her head back to the pillow, stared into my eyes and said, "FUCK. ME. HARD." I did.

When she came the last time she did something she'd never done, even when she orgasmed from my tongue, she screamed. Nothing creative, not that she was thinking straight at the moment anyway. Just a simple, "OH MY GOD," over and over. I slammed my cock into her one last time and held it there as she slowly came down. Before I could start moving again, "Untie my hands," she asked.

Still buried in here I gently released the wrist cuffs that were holding her to the bed. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight. "That was awesome, thank you." I knew I had made the right choice, to just buy the strapon and surprise her with it. To not give her a chance to try to protect my feelings, telling me that I was enough for her. That's how we got to tonight.

After the first night, 'my real cock' made regular appearances in our sex life. And our sex life spiced up. We started reading stories together, introduced fantasy and role playing more and more. Don't get me wrong, we still had vanilla sex, but at least as often we had more 'kinky' (at least by our standards) sex. We both really loved it. We even bought a face dildo that Jamie made me wear as she rode my face. All I have to say is, what a fucking view that is!

And, as they typically do, our fantasies expanded, growing more risque and hard core. Lately we've been fantasizing that, when I'm wearing my 'big' cock, that I'm another guy. All different scenarios, from being a burglar that ties her up and has my way with her, to the cheating wife at a conference fantasy. Jaime even admitted that when we 69 and I'm wearing the face dildo she fantasizes that we're two different people, that she sucking my cock while a man with a bigger cock fucks her. We always reassure each other that we know we're just pretending, even though we had talked about what it would take to make the scenario a reality. Until tonight. She'd ridden my face dildo to three orgasms before finishing me in her mouth, swallowing my load of cum. One thing I can say, even with such a small penis, I do cum a lot.

As she turned around and rested her head on my chest. Looking up into my eyes she asked, "Can we stop pretending?"