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Size Matters
By Paul Garland
A Cuckold Collection Novella (available on Amazon)
All rights reserved by the author
Contents copyright 2020 © Paul Garland and Cerulean Publishing
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The Cuckold Collection
I decided to start a new series of original stories, focusing more on the ‘cuckold’ types of relationship rather than just the ‘hotwife’ aspect, which my ‘No Angels’ and ‘Cerulean Erotica Presents’ series explored, albeit more ambiguously in some books than in others.
I came up with six different themes that I wanted to explore and started work on the first one, originally titled ‘Matters of Size’ at the end of 2019. It became a bigger book than I intended and took me longer to finish that I originally envisioned because I was working on multiple projects at the same time (as I tend to do) but also because it grew in the making (as stories tend to do.) Finally, the story came together and this resulting completed novelette convinced me that my series had potential, if they were all going to be as fulfilling and fun to write as this one was.
So, this new series, ‘The Cuckold Collection’ was born and I really hope you enjoy reading the stories it contains every bit as much as I enjoyed writing them.
If you’re not already aware of my other books, feel free to check out my other two series; ‘No Angels’ and ‘Cerulean Erotica Presents’ on Amazon Kindle and Kindle Unlimited and keep an eye out for the first book in another new series, coming very soon.
Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1
“Hi babe,” Amy said when I walked through the door after a busy day at work. “How was your day?”
“I’ve had better,” I said truthfully. Work had been stressful. We’d had to let a couple of people go a month before, just prior to Christmas and we didn’t have the money to replace them, so at the moment, I was doing the job of three.
“Well,” she said, presenting me with a much-needed cup of coffee. “I’ll try to make it better. I could run you a nice bath, let you relax, then maybe I can give you a nice massage later. Rub all that stress away.”
I wasn’t going to say no to such an offer and gratefully let my lovely wife take care of me that night. She cooked a delicious home-cooked meal, ran me a hot bubble bath, and then proceeded to give me a clumsy but fun massage on our bed.
“I wanted to talk,” Amy said when she’d done rubbing the muscles in between my shoulder blades and moved from where she’d been sitting straddling me.
“What about?” I asked, rolling over onto my back to see her sitting on the edge of the bed. I was naked but she was wearing a flimsy pink nightgown that hugged her full figure and was stretched tightly across her huge boobs. Amy hadn’t always been as curvy as she was now. She’d never been what you’d describe as skinny but now approaching her thirties and nearing ten years married, she’d gained a little weight. I didn’t mind. I liked her curves.
“It’s nothing major,” she said softly but I could tell something was troubling her from the way she was fiddling with a piece of her shoulder-length blonde hair.
“Now all this special treatment makes sense,” I joked. “What do you want and how much is it going to cost me?”
“It’s nothing like that,” she sighed and the serious look on her face made me feel a slight touch of concern.
I sat up and put my hand on hers, pulling it away from her hair. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t know how to say this,” Amy took a deep breath. “It’s to do with…”
“With what?” I patted her hand, encouraging her to just come out with whatever was bothering her.
“That?” she pointed downwards with the hand I was holding.
“What?” I looked down, wondering what she was talking about.
“That,” she pointed again, between my legs.
“My dick?” I asked her, confused.
“Yes,” she cringed as if embarrassed. “This is so hard and weird to talk about.”
“I don’t understand,” I shrugged. “What about my dick?”
“Well, have you…” she paused again so I nodded for her to continue, “Have you ever measured it?”
I looked down at it, flaccid as it was because I was relaxed from the bath and massage. “I’ve never properly measured it,” I confessed, “But I’m about average size. I know that much.”
“Are you sure?” Amy asked me, then put a hand against my chest and eased me onto my back. Then she reached down and took my cock in her hand. “Have you seen many other penises?”
“What kind of question is that?” I asked and began to sit back up but she stopped me with her other hand while continuing to hold my dick between her fingers. “I’m not gay. Why would I have seen many other penises?”
“I know you’re not gay,” she rolled her eyes. “I mean have you seen any of your male friends’ penises? When you’re peeing in the toilets at the pub. Or anything like that?”
“I don’t look. Men don’t,” I informed her. I wasn’t a gym-goer and didn’t go swimming. I’d never been the sporty type, so opportunities to see another guy’s a dick, even if I’d wanted to, had been limited. “I’ve watched porn so I know what a big dick looks like and I know I’m not as big as them, but I’m pretty sure I’m around average. I’ve never had any complaints.”
“You’ve only been with one other girl before me though,” Amy pointed out.
“I know but…” I could feel myself starting to get annoyed. “I don’t know what you’re getting at? What’s this all about?”
“Can I measure it?”
“Why?”
“Why not?” she countered, reaching into one of the drawers next to our bed. “Are you scared of what it might measure?”
“No,” I retorted. “It’s just unnecessary. Why do you even want to? What’s going on?”
Amy had a plastic ruler in her hand. “I put it in there earlier,” she explained. “I just want to know how big you are. Or how small,” she added at the end.
“I don’t get why it’s so important. Or why you even want to,” I repeated.
“I’ll explain after. Just humour me this one time.” Amy gave me that look - her puppy-dog-eyed expression. “Please.”
“For heaven’s sake,” I sighed. “Fine. Whatever. I still think it’s weird.”
Amy leaned over, took my cock in one hand and pushed me down onto the bed, then flipped my penis up so it was flat against my lower abdomen, pointing up towards my belly button. Then she pressed the ruler against it moving it up and down slightly before nodding to herself. “Now I need to measure it hard.”
“Ah,” I chuckled, “So this is some kind of kinky roleplay game. I like it.”
“It’s not,” Amy corrected me. “I’m just curious. Get it hard for me.”
I took my cock in my hand and started stroking myself slowly. “It’d be more fun - and faster - if you did it.”
My lovely blonde wife arched an eyebrow but didn’t object. She leaned over me and I directed my cock into her mouth, then closed my eyes as the warmth and wetness enveloped the end and then slid down over the shaft. “Fuck. That feels good,” I groaned.
“Tell me when you’re close,” she mumbled around my hardening penis, “But don’t cum. I need to measure it when it’s at its biggest.”
“Okay. As long as you finish me off afterward,” I murmured.
“I will,” she said softly, “I promise.”
I let her suck me for a while - it took longer than usual because I was still a bit weirded out by her unusual request, but when I found myself almost at the point of no return, I tapped her on the shoulder. “You better stop now.”
“Great,” Amy smiled and quickly grabbed the ruler, holding it against the base of my penis and again made a note of its length. I couldn’t read her expression as she put the ruler back down but I didn’t get time to because she changed it to a smile as she straddled me and lifted her nightgown around her waist, flashing her small triangle of fine, blonde pubes. “I guess I better keep my promise now.”
As she sank down onto my erection, I stopped worrying about her odd behaviour and enjoyed her bucking her curvy hips on top of me until I shot my load deep inside her. Then she lay down next to me, kissed me on the lips, and suggested we get some sleep.
Part of me wanted her to explain, but the other part of me - the suddenly tired and satisfied part - told me that it didn’t matter. I was happy to accept that for now - it could wait until tomorrow, once I’d had a good, long, dreamless sleep.
The following morning, over breakfast, I couldn’t help but ask what last night had been about.
“So,” I said, finishing my cereal. “Would you care to tell me why we had a plastic ruler in the bedside drawer last night? And why the hell you were so obsessed with measuring my penis.”
Amy looked at me but didn’t answer right away. She looked away, licked her lips, then cleared her throat before speaking. “It’s a bit of a - delicate issue, isn’t it? Penis size?”
“Depends on how insecure you are,” I shrugged.
“I’ll just come out with it,” Amy decided, reassured by my reply. “A couple of things have happened recently. You know that Laura and Tom split up a few months ago?”
I nodded. Laura was Amy’s older sister and she’d been married to Tom for the whole time we’d been together. Their break-up had come as a bit of a surprise, totally out of the blue, and Amy had been a good shoulder for her sister to cry on since the split.
“A couple of weeks ago, Laura decided to go on a few dates. She felt ready to get out there,” Amy continued.
“That’s good,” I said when she paused.
“Anyway, Laura and I were chatting and she told me this guy she went on a date with - well, they got on really well. Like - really, really well.”
“She slept with him,” I guessed. “Good for her. She’s just been through a bad break-up. She deserves some fun.”
“Totally,” Amy agreed, “Anyway, she was telling me about it. Telling me everything. Too much information, in fact. She even showed me a photo of his penis.”
I laughed, accidentally spitting coffee all over the table. “Sorry,” I chuckled. “Did he have a big one? Is that why you were acting all weird last night. Comparing him to me or something.”
“Not quite,” Amy hesitated again. What was wrong with her? “He wasn’t huge, Laura said, but thick. But when she showed me the picture, it looked huge to me and I said so. She laughed at me and said he wasn’t huge. Probably around six inches.”
“Okay,” I wiped up the spilt coffee. “I’m not sure where you’re going with this. Is there more to it, or...”
“There’s more,” Amy picked up from where she left off, “Laura asked me how big yours was and I said I’d never measured it, but you’d told me you were average so I said I thought maybe it was a similar length, just not as thick.”
“Leading to you measuring me out of curiosity last night,” I threw the cleaning cloth in the washing machine and put the breakfast pots in the sink. “I get it.”
“Also,” Amy added, standing at my side to help with the washing up, “I was at Jane’s last week for our girly night, do you remember?”
“Of course I do,” I answered. Jane was one of Amy’s best friends. Amy and her girlfriends took it in turns to host each other once a month for their ‘girls’ night’, a time for them to catch up with each other over a few drinks and a bite to eat. Sometimes they’d go out but because they were all married now, it’d become the norm to just do it indoors, so the hostess would usually kick their husband out for the evening so they had some ‘girly’ space.
“I got there a bit early and Gerry was still there, getting ready to go out.” Amy’s voice went quiet as though she didn’t want anyone to hear what she said next. “He didn’t know I was there and I accidentally saw him step out of the shower. Completely naked.”
Gerry was Jane’s husband. I’d met him numerous times and couldn’t stand the guy. Obnoxious and arrogant, I had no idea what Jane saw in him. She’s gorgeous with long brunette hair and a hot body. She could have any man she wanted.
“Let me guess,” I interrupted. “He had a huge penis too.”
“Well, so I thought,” Amy admitted. “I pretended I hadn’t seen him but she knew I had. Anyway, when he’d gone out, I admitted what I’d seen and apologized but Jane just laughed and said it was fine. Again, I said something about him being well-hung and Jane said no, he was only average. Same as Laura, she asked me how big you were, if I thought Gerry was huge. Again, I kind of exaggerated. I was a bit embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed?” I’d finished doing the pots and glanced at the clock. It was time for me to go to work. “Why would you be embarrassed?”
Amy looked at me and again she stayed quiet. What was wrong with her?
“I felt a bit silly,” she explained eventually, “Because I’d never seen a penis except for yours. I felt naive.”
“That’s understandable. Rather than see yourself as naive, just be grateful that you’re not a slut like Amy and Jane both were in the past.”
That was true. Amy had told me about Laura going from boyfriend to boyfriend all the way through school and college, the total opposite of Amy. And Jane had a reputation before meeting Gerry. Two of my buddies had both told me that they’d slept with her at various times.
“You better go to work,” Amy smiled, “We’ll talk later.”
I did have to go to work or I’d be late. But as I drove away from the house, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on with Amy. Something strange was happening.
I just wasn’t ready for what it was...
If you enjoyed this first chapter, please consider having a look on Amazon and buying the book in full - it's 17 chapters long, full of fun erotic sex and only costs £3.99!
By Paul Garland
A Cuckold Collection Novella (available on Amazon)
All rights reserved by the author
Contents copyright 2020 © Paul Garland and Cerulean Publishing
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The Cuckold Collection
I decided to start a new series of original stories, focusing more on the ‘cuckold’ types of relationship rather than just the ‘hotwife’ aspect, which my ‘No Angels’ and ‘Cerulean Erotica Presents’ series explored, albeit more ambiguously in some books than in others.
I came up with six different themes that I wanted to explore and started work on the first one, originally titled ‘Matters of Size’ at the end of 2019. It became a bigger book than I intended and took me longer to finish that I originally envisioned because I was working on multiple projects at the same time (as I tend to do) but also because it grew in the making (as stories tend to do.) Finally, the story came together and this resulting completed novelette convinced me that my series had potential, if they were all going to be as fulfilling and fun to write as this one was.
So, this new series, ‘The Cuckold Collection’ was born and I really hope you enjoy reading the stories it contains every bit as much as I enjoyed writing them.
If you’re not already aware of my other books, feel free to check out my other two series; ‘No Angels’ and ‘Cerulean Erotica Presents’ on Amazon Kindle and Kindle Unlimited and keep an eye out for the first book in another new series, coming very soon.
Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1
“Hi babe,” Amy said when I walked through the door after a busy day at work. “How was your day?”
“I’ve had better,” I said truthfully. Work had been stressful. We’d had to let a couple of people go a month before, just prior to Christmas and we didn’t have the money to replace them, so at the moment, I was doing the job of three.
“Well,” she said, presenting me with a much-needed cup of coffee. “I’ll try to make it better. I could run you a nice bath, let you relax, then maybe I can give you a nice massage later. Rub all that stress away.”
I wasn’t going to say no to such an offer and gratefully let my lovely wife take care of me that night. She cooked a delicious home-cooked meal, ran me a hot bubble bath, and then proceeded to give me a clumsy but fun massage on our bed.
“I wanted to talk,” Amy said when she’d done rubbing the muscles in between my shoulder blades and moved from where she’d been sitting straddling me.
“What about?” I asked, rolling over onto my back to see her sitting on the edge of the bed. I was naked but she was wearing a flimsy pink nightgown that hugged her full figure and was stretched tightly across her huge boobs. Amy hadn’t always been as curvy as she was now. She’d never been what you’d describe as skinny but now approaching her thirties and nearing ten years married, she’d gained a little weight. I didn’t mind. I liked her curves.
“It’s nothing major,” she said softly but I could tell something was troubling her from the way she was fiddling with a piece of her shoulder-length blonde hair.
“Now all this special treatment makes sense,” I joked. “What do you want and how much is it going to cost me?”
“It’s nothing like that,” she sighed and the serious look on her face made me feel a slight touch of concern.
I sat up and put my hand on hers, pulling it away from her hair. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t know how to say this,” Amy took a deep breath. “It’s to do with…”
“With what?” I patted her hand, encouraging her to just come out with whatever was bothering her.
“That?” she pointed downwards with the hand I was holding.
“What?” I looked down, wondering what she was talking about.
“That,” she pointed again, between my legs.
“My dick?” I asked her, confused.
“Yes,” she cringed as if embarrassed. “This is so hard and weird to talk about.”
“I don’t understand,” I shrugged. “What about my dick?”
“Well, have you…” she paused again so I nodded for her to continue, “Have you ever measured it?”
I looked down at it, flaccid as it was because I was relaxed from the bath and massage. “I’ve never properly measured it,” I confessed, “But I’m about average size. I know that much.”
“Are you sure?” Amy asked me, then put a hand against my chest and eased me onto my back. Then she reached down and took my cock in her hand. “Have you seen many other penises?”
“What kind of question is that?” I asked and began to sit back up but she stopped me with her other hand while continuing to hold my dick between her fingers. “I’m not gay. Why would I have seen many other penises?”
“I know you’re not gay,” she rolled her eyes. “I mean have you seen any of your male friends’ penises? When you’re peeing in the toilets at the pub. Or anything like that?”
“I don’t look. Men don’t,” I informed her. I wasn’t a gym-goer and didn’t go swimming. I’d never been the sporty type, so opportunities to see another guy’s a dick, even if I’d wanted to, had been limited. “I’ve watched porn so I know what a big dick looks like and I know I’m not as big as them, but I’m pretty sure I’m around average. I’ve never had any complaints.”
“You’ve only been with one other girl before me though,” Amy pointed out.
“I know but…” I could feel myself starting to get annoyed. “I don’t know what you’re getting at? What’s this all about?”
“Can I measure it?”
“Why?”
“Why not?” she countered, reaching into one of the drawers next to our bed. “Are you scared of what it might measure?”
“No,” I retorted. “It’s just unnecessary. Why do you even want to? What’s going on?”
Amy had a plastic ruler in her hand. “I put it in there earlier,” she explained. “I just want to know how big you are. Or how small,” she added at the end.
“I don’t get why it’s so important. Or why you even want to,” I repeated.
“I’ll explain after. Just humour me this one time.” Amy gave me that look - her puppy-dog-eyed expression. “Please.”
“For heaven’s sake,” I sighed. “Fine. Whatever. I still think it’s weird.”
Amy leaned over, took my cock in one hand and pushed me down onto the bed, then flipped my penis up so it was flat against my lower abdomen, pointing up towards my belly button. Then she pressed the ruler against it moving it up and down slightly before nodding to herself. “Now I need to measure it hard.”
“Ah,” I chuckled, “So this is some kind of kinky roleplay game. I like it.”
“It’s not,” Amy corrected me. “I’m just curious. Get it hard for me.”
I took my cock in my hand and started stroking myself slowly. “It’d be more fun - and faster - if you did it.”
My lovely blonde wife arched an eyebrow but didn’t object. She leaned over me and I directed my cock into her mouth, then closed my eyes as the warmth and wetness enveloped the end and then slid down over the shaft. “Fuck. That feels good,” I groaned.
“Tell me when you’re close,” she mumbled around my hardening penis, “But don’t cum. I need to measure it when it’s at its biggest.”
“Okay. As long as you finish me off afterward,” I murmured.
“I will,” she said softly, “I promise.”
I let her suck me for a while - it took longer than usual because I was still a bit weirded out by her unusual request, but when I found myself almost at the point of no return, I tapped her on the shoulder. “You better stop now.”
“Great,” Amy smiled and quickly grabbed the ruler, holding it against the base of my penis and again made a note of its length. I couldn’t read her expression as she put the ruler back down but I didn’t get time to because she changed it to a smile as she straddled me and lifted her nightgown around her waist, flashing her small triangle of fine, blonde pubes. “I guess I better keep my promise now.”
As she sank down onto my erection, I stopped worrying about her odd behaviour and enjoyed her bucking her curvy hips on top of me until I shot my load deep inside her. Then she lay down next to me, kissed me on the lips, and suggested we get some sleep.
Part of me wanted her to explain, but the other part of me - the suddenly tired and satisfied part - told me that it didn’t matter. I was happy to accept that for now - it could wait until tomorrow, once I’d had a good, long, dreamless sleep.
The following morning, over breakfast, I couldn’t help but ask what last night had been about.
“So,” I said, finishing my cereal. “Would you care to tell me why we had a plastic ruler in the bedside drawer last night? And why the hell you were so obsessed with measuring my penis.”
Amy looked at me but didn’t answer right away. She looked away, licked her lips, then cleared her throat before speaking. “It’s a bit of a - delicate issue, isn’t it? Penis size?”
“Depends on how insecure you are,” I shrugged.
“I’ll just come out with it,” Amy decided, reassured by my reply. “A couple of things have happened recently. You know that Laura and Tom split up a few months ago?”
I nodded. Laura was Amy’s older sister and she’d been married to Tom for the whole time we’d been together. Their break-up had come as a bit of a surprise, totally out of the blue, and Amy had been a good shoulder for her sister to cry on since the split.
“A couple of weeks ago, Laura decided to go on a few dates. She felt ready to get out there,” Amy continued.
“That’s good,” I said when she paused.
“Anyway, Laura and I were chatting and she told me this guy she went on a date with - well, they got on really well. Like - really, really well.”
“She slept with him,” I guessed. “Good for her. She’s just been through a bad break-up. She deserves some fun.”
“Totally,” Amy agreed, “Anyway, she was telling me about it. Telling me everything. Too much information, in fact. She even showed me a photo of his penis.”
I laughed, accidentally spitting coffee all over the table. “Sorry,” I chuckled. “Did he have a big one? Is that why you were acting all weird last night. Comparing him to me or something.”
“Not quite,” Amy hesitated again. What was wrong with her? “He wasn’t huge, Laura said, but thick. But when she showed me the picture, it looked huge to me and I said so. She laughed at me and said he wasn’t huge. Probably around six inches.”
“Okay,” I wiped up the spilt coffee. “I’m not sure where you’re going with this. Is there more to it, or...”
“There’s more,” Amy picked up from where she left off, “Laura asked me how big yours was and I said I’d never measured it, but you’d told me you were average so I said I thought maybe it was a similar length, just not as thick.”
“Leading to you measuring me out of curiosity last night,” I threw the cleaning cloth in the washing machine and put the breakfast pots in the sink. “I get it.”
“Also,” Amy added, standing at my side to help with the washing up, “I was at Jane’s last week for our girly night, do you remember?”
“Of course I do,” I answered. Jane was one of Amy’s best friends. Amy and her girlfriends took it in turns to host each other once a month for their ‘girls’ night’, a time for them to catch up with each other over a few drinks and a bite to eat. Sometimes they’d go out but because they were all married now, it’d become the norm to just do it indoors, so the hostess would usually kick their husband out for the evening so they had some ‘girly’ space.
“I got there a bit early and Gerry was still there, getting ready to go out.” Amy’s voice went quiet as though she didn’t want anyone to hear what she said next. “He didn’t know I was there and I accidentally saw him step out of the shower. Completely naked.”
Gerry was Jane’s husband. I’d met him numerous times and couldn’t stand the guy. Obnoxious and arrogant, I had no idea what Jane saw in him. She’s gorgeous with long brunette hair and a hot body. She could have any man she wanted.
“Let me guess,” I interrupted. “He had a huge penis too.”
“Well, so I thought,” Amy admitted. “I pretended I hadn’t seen him but she knew I had. Anyway, when he’d gone out, I admitted what I’d seen and apologized but Jane just laughed and said it was fine. Again, I said something about him being well-hung and Jane said no, he was only average. Same as Laura, she asked me how big you were, if I thought Gerry was huge. Again, I kind of exaggerated. I was a bit embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed?” I’d finished doing the pots and glanced at the clock. It was time for me to go to work. “Why would you be embarrassed?”
Amy looked at me and again she stayed quiet. What was wrong with her?
“I felt a bit silly,” she explained eventually, “Because I’d never seen a penis except for yours. I felt naive.”
“That’s understandable. Rather than see yourself as naive, just be grateful that you’re not a slut like Amy and Jane both were in the past.”
That was true. Amy had told me about Laura going from boyfriend to boyfriend all the way through school and college, the total opposite of Amy. And Jane had a reputation before meeting Gerry. Two of my buddies had both told me that they’d slept with her at various times.
“You better go to work,” Amy smiled, “We’ll talk later.”
I did have to go to work or I’d be late. But as I drove away from the house, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on with Amy. Something strange was happening.
I just wasn’t ready for what it was...
If you enjoyed this first chapter, please consider having a look on Amazon and buying the book in full - it's 17 chapters long, full of fun erotic sex and only costs £3.99!
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