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My head was reeling as we tottered back home from Florence's house. The
party had still been in full swing but we were getting tired and as the
clock had ticked over to half 1 in the morning we decided to make our
move for home. We'd made our goodbyes and stepped out into the cold night
air, both too drunk to walk properly and propping each other up with our
arms around each other's shoulders.
"I can't believe you Ashley!" Abbie giggled as we walked along. "I was so
certain you were going to say no to dressing up again this year, but you
didn't. Then I was certain you were going to ask for a threesome with me
and Flo, but you didn't. I can't believe we're going to have a threesome
with Marcus King!"
"He has to agree to it first..." I interrupted, but Abbie was listening.
"I mean, if you'd told me back in school that Ashley Edwards would agree
to a threesome with the boy he was always bullying, let alone ask for it,
I would have called you a liar!"
"You seem very excited about all this sweetie..."
"Well, yeah! I mean, aren't you?! You're the one who asked for it after
all! Don't get me wrong, I love our sex life but we've only ever had sex
with each other and I'm nervous and excited in a way to try it with
someone else - particularly Marcus..."
"Why particularly Marcus?" I asked, shooting her a sideways glance. If
the light had been better I would have been certain my wife was blushing.
"Well, come on Ashley - you've seen Marcus and well, you know what they
say about black guys."
"What do they say about black guys?" I asked, playing dumb. I knew full
well what 'they' say about black guys, and it was all true.
"A lot of stuff," Abbie said defensively, "But mostly that they've got
big dicks."
"You always said size didn't matter," I said, feeling the ground slip
away beneath my feet.
"It doesn't! Like I said, despite your little dick I love our sex life!"
"My 'little dick'?!" I asked, surprised and shocked at Abbie's blunt
reply.
"Well, yeah!" Turning to see my pink lips forming a perfect O, Abbie
pouted. "Let's be honest here Ashley, we've been together 7 years - your
dick is below the average penis size isn't it?"
"Uh - well, it's on the lower end of average..." I stumbled, confusing my
words.
"So, comparatively speaking, it's a small penis right?"
"I guess." I mumbled, hanging my head slightly.
"Don't get all upset! I've already said more than once I love our sex
life Ashley! I mean, for pity's sake we've been married three years - do
you think I'd have married you if I didn't think you satisfied me?!"
"I don't know..." I whispered.
"You don't know?" gaped Abbie. There was a brief moment of silence as we
walked on through the dark night. "You don't know if I love you? Really?"
"That wasn't what I meant," I began, but Abbie interrupted me.
"For pity's sake, if I'd known you were going to get this defensive and
petty over a threesome with Marcus I wouldn't have encouraged it. You
asked for it! Actually you know what, no! No, we cannot have a threesome
with Marcus any more. You blew it Ashley!"
We walked on in silence, Abbie even frostier than the cold night air. We
didn't say a word to each other for the rest of the evening, and got
undressed quietly, throwing our outfits on hangers and on the floor to
tidy up neater in the morning, then climbed into bed. My hairless body
felt tickly as the bedsheets brushed against me, then the bedside lights
went out and we went to sleep. That is to say we both lay there in bed,
in the dark, not sleeping. I think Abbie was still too angry or upset
with me, and I was too worried I'd hurt Abbie's feelings.
What had been a wonderful evening had turned into one of the worst of our
married life.
...
When I woke up the next morning the bed was empty and I could hear the TV
on downstairs. The bedside clock read 12:32, October 31st. Last night's
conversation came streaming back to me and I groaned at my own stupidity.
My head was pounding fiercely and I pulled myself out of bed and over to
the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. As I looked in the mirror I
realised I'd left my makeup on from last night, and sighed. I had no real
idea how to get it all off without Abbie's help, and I didn't think she'd
be in the best mood this morning.
I settled on jumping in the shower and trying to get most of it off in
there, whilst I wondered how best to approach Abbie today. I knew I'd
hurt her last night by getting sensitive about my penis size. I also knew
that that wasn't the main issue, and that it had all evolved from that
one comment about my dick being small into a question of whether or not I
thought Abbie loved me. I wasn't entirely sure how it had got to that
stage, but apparently it had. Which was ridiculous - I knew Abbie loved
me. I hoped she still loved me after last night.
If only I hadn't been so damn sensitive about my penis! I cursed myself
as I felt the warm water splash against my face. I mean, it was small. I
guess I always knew that I'd been on the smaller side of things, but
afraid to admit it. No guy likes to think of himself has having a small
cock, but at the end of the day 50% of the world have to have a cock
smaller than average, right? That's what average meant, surely? Well,
that depends whether they're using mean, median or mode, my brain chirped
in. Not helpful brain, I replied.
I guess it was just that I never expected Abbie to say it was small. I
think it was made worse by talking about it in relation to black guys'
cocks, in particular Marcus', which I knew to be about 10 inches long and
very thick. I still had the picture he'd sent me on my phone, not that I
needed it. The sight of his massive black cock was burned into my mind.
10 inches... Mine was only about 2 flaccid and locked away in my chastity
cage. 5 times longer...
Once I'd showered and cleaned myself up, checking the mirror to make sure
I'd got my makeup off, I towelled off, dried my hair and got dressed into
some loungewear. Whilst I'd been showering I'd realised how hungry I was,
and hoped we still had enough cereal left. I knew we had to go shopping
this weekend and that was going to be awkward if Abbie and I still
weren't talking.
To my surprise, the silence was broken almost immediately the moment I
stepped into the kitchen.
"Oh Ashley, I'm so sorry!" cried Abbie as she turned and saw me. "I was
so mean last night, I hope you can forgive me?" I was taken aback, and
fumbled for a reply.
"Um. Sorry. I'm the one who should be sorry Abbie, not you! I was the one
who was being insensitive and not trusting that you loved me. I shouldn't
have got so defensive about my penis size and all that, you're right!"
"No, I was the one being insensitive! I knew you didn't want to do the
whole crossdressing thing but I kept nagging, and then I got too excited
about the thought of having sex with another man and was mean about your
dick size..." I pulled her close and held her head against mine.
"Don't be silly Abbie, you weren't mean at all. And well yes, whilst you
did nag me about the crossdressing thing I was the one who said yes and I
actually really enjoyed it!"
"You're just saying that..."
"No, I'm not! I had a fantastic time last night and seeing how happy it
made you was worth all the crossdressing in the world! I was the one who
messed up."
"You didn't mess it up, sweetie. I shouldn't have said those things about
your dick, I'm sorry..."
"What, that it's small? Because that's all you said really, isn't it? And
it's true if we're being honest!"
"It's not small, though, it's all I need..."
"Abbie, come on. You said last night let's be honest, so let's be honest.
It's small. Come on, let's get a measuring tape and prove it, then we
can't accuse anyone of being mean - it's just the truth, right?" I
stepped over to the counter and pulled out the second drawer down where
we kept all the miscellaneous junk and rooted around for a measuring
tape. As I found one and turned around with it in hand I saw Abbie
unhooking the chastity cage key from her necklace.
"You'll need this." She said, still quite subdued. I took the key and
unlocked myself, letting my cock breathe for the first time since
Thursday night.
"Come on, you measure it sweetie." I gestured with the measuring tape.
Abbie shook her head. "Come on, you do it - I've done it before ages ago,
I'd like you to do it."
"When did you do it?" Abbie asked, stepped towards me and taking the
measuring tape in hand.
"Oh, way back in school!" I chuckled to myself. "You know, how all guys
probably secretly did when they first learnt about penis size and all
that." Abbie smiled sheepishly.
"I guess when it comes to women it's all about breast size, and you can't
really hide that from others. Women tend to be a lot more open about this
kind of stuff anyway I think." Abbie said as she knelt down to measure my
penis. She lifted it up limply in her left hand, measuring tape in the
other. "How do I do this?" she asked.
"Take the end of the tape and hold it firmly against the skin over my
pelvis, then place the other end at the tip of my penis."
"Do I have to stretch it?"
"No, we'll just do flaccid length first I think. Hurry up though, you're
waking him up!" I laughed as I felt myself starting to get a bit erect as
Abbie gripped my dick. She smiled and ran the tape along the length of my
cock.
"Inches or centimetres?"
"Inches."
"Then flaccid your cock is 2 inches. Does that sound right?"
"Yeah, that's what I thought it was about. I think the average is meant
to be about 3.5, so it's quite small when flaccid."
"Huh, I guess so. About half average size then??
?Yeah, though he?s definitely more of a grower than a shower.?
?Is that so?? Abbie winked, and I was relieved to see she was relaxing
back into her own self a bit more. ?Well, let?s see him grow shall we??
With that she began to gently stroke my cock and pushed her chest
forwards, making it so I could clearly see down her pyjama top at her
lovely big tits.
?Ooh, you are a tease,? I breathed as I felt myself get erect.
?That?s the idea,? Abbie grinned, placed the tip of my cock in her mouth
and began to gently suck the tip. I moaned and closed my eyes with
pleasure. After a little while I felt myself fully erect and in heaven.
?Okay, I?m erect now,? I groaned as Abbie playfully stroked my cock.
?Right then,? she concentrated, and measured my cock again. ?About 3 and
? inches.?
?What?? I gasped. 3 and ? inches was a whole inch less than I had been
expecting. ?Are you sure??
?Yup!? Abbie ?You sound surprised??
?Well yeah,? I blustered. ?I thought last time I measured it it was about
4 and ? inches long.?
?I?m afraid not. It says 3 and ? inches here.?
?Oh.? I thought, as Abbie checked the tape. Had I read it wrong all those
years ago? Had being in chastity so often somehow shrunk it? Did it
naturally shrink as you got older?
?What?s the average supposed to be? Isn?t it about 5 or so inches??
?Yeah,? I nodded. We both stayed in an embarrassed silence for a moment.
I was smaller even than I had been expecting. All this talk about my cock
being a grower seemed to have gone out the window.
?Shall I do the girth?? Abbie asked cheerfully, trying to pick the mood
up again.
?Oh yeah, I?ve never done the girth before,? I replied, praying at least
there I might be average.
?3!? Announced Abbie after short while.
?What?s the average?? I asked.
?I don?t know, let me Google it.? There was a brief pause as Abbie
grabbed her phone off the kitchen table and swiped through it, then she
paused and began to look embarrassed again.
?How far off am I?? I asked.
?The average?s 4.59. So about 1.6 inches thinner.?
?Right.?
?Yeah.?
?Well, there?s no point in being downhearted,? I said after a moment,
trying to console myself as much as Abbie. ?I said that we were going to
measure it to get the truth out there, and there we have it. I have a
small penis.? Abbie stood up and gave me a hug, my trousers and pants
still around my ankles.
?Sweetie,? she said comfortingly.
?Don?t worry, sweetie. Now,? I said, taking a deep breath. ?How are you
feeling about the threesome idea this morning?? I hesitated as Abbie went
quiet, thinking I?d put my foot in it again.
?Well,? Abbie gulped. ?If we?re being honest, I would like to try it with
Marcus.? In my mind, I breathed a sigh of relief tinged with panic. One
issue had been resolved, but that just put the issue of the threesome
back into my mind.
?If you don?t mind me asking, why??
?Why did you want to try a threesome with Marcus?? Replied Abbie. ?I
never asked.?
?Well,? I began slowly, ?I guess I thought it would be something
different; something fun. As you said last night, we?ve only ever had sex
with each other so it would be fun to try it with someone else in a
comfortable and loving environment.?
?Yeah, I get that,? nodded Abbie, ?But why Marcus?? I gulped. The big
question; ?big? being the operative word.
?He just seems to be the best mutual friend who we get on with who?s not
in a relationship,? I replied after due consideration.
?That?s what I was thinking. So it?s nothing to do with him being black
then??
?Well, if we?re being honest, it is a bit. I think the skin contrast
would be quite arousing.?
?And the penis size thing?? Abbie asked in a teasing manner, though I
could tell behind her eyes she was deadly serious.
?Well, we don?t even know if that?s true,? I lied, ?But if it is ? in
light of this morning?s findings ? it might be nice for you to experience
a larger than average cock.?
?And what about you experiencing a larger than average cock??
?What do you mean?? I squeaked, taken aback.
?I mean, if we were having a threesome with another girl I?d guess you
would fuck both, and me and the girl would do something sexual too ? not
that I want to, if we?re being honest that doesn?t really do anything for
me but I would if you really, really wanted me to. You?d have to pay me
back anyway.? Abbie added as she saw my face light up at the suggestion
of her getting it on with another girl. ?But what I?m asking is that if
we?re having a threesome with another guy, are you and Marcus going to be
doing anything to each other??
?Well,? I began, my mind harking back to the conversation I?d had with
Marcus way back in his car when I thought I was going to have to suck his
cock, ?I don?t want to do anything gay, and I don?t think Marcus would go
in for it either. My main thinking behind this all was that we were going
to be focusing on you, making you the main event.? Abbie looked
flattered, but suspicious.
?The main event at your treat??
?Sweetie, seeing you happy is going to be the main treat for me. It?s why
I dressed up as Alice in Wonderland last night. Seeing you happy makes me
happy.? I smiled, doing my best to hide my thoughts that if we got into
the thick of a threesome maybe Marcus would be more relaxed about his ?no
gay stuff? rule. Not that I actively wanted to suck his cock or have him
fuck me, but I couldn?t help but think that if he asked I wouldn?t say
no. Good God I wouldn?t say no. Maybe I did actively want to-
?Awh, you?re so sweet! Then that?s all okay then!? Smiled Abbie, and
kissed me on the lips. ?I mean, look at us having this ridiculously
intense conversation and Marcus might well turn around and say no!?
?Even so, I?m glad we?ve had this conversation. I think it was an
important one to have before we definitely committed to it in case we
started having doubts after we?d asked.?
?Yeah, that?s very true. Oh God, I?m so excited again!? Abbie giggled. My
stomach rumbled as I pulled my trousers back up.
?Have we got any cereal left or do we need to add it to the shopping
list?? I asked, bringing the conversation back to the present for the
time being.
?I left you some in the cupboard, though we?re a bit low on milk so I?ll
add that to the list. What are you going to wear when we ? if we do the
threesome??
?I hadn?t really thought about it to be honest,? I said, pouring myself a
bowl of cornflakes and dribbling the last of the milk over them. ?I guess
just something smart casual.?
?No, I mean underwear wise!?
?Oh, I guess just a nice pair of boxers??
?Right. Are you going to wear your chastity cage??
?I hadn?t planned on it!? I replied, nearly choking on my cereal. ?I
think it?s enough to be asking Marcus to be involved in a threesome for
starters without asking him to engage in chastity play too, don?t you
think?! He might not understand it.? I knew full well Marcus knew all
about chastity cages and thoroughly enjoyed seeing white boys wearing
them, but Abbie didn?t know this yet.
?Yeah, I guess you?re right. Don?t think I?ve not noticed you?ve not put
it back on yet mister! Make sure it?s on before we leave to go shopping.?
I nodded.
?Yes, dear.?
?What do you think I should wear?!? asked Abbie excitedly. ?Which of my
lingerie sets do you like the best? Or should I get something new? Ooh,
can we have a look whilst we?re out and about shopping later?!? Abbie
beamed, pawing at my arm.
?Where are you thinking of looking? I?m sure you could get some from Asda
whilst we?re doing food shopping...?
?I?m not wearing George underwear for a threesome, Ashley!? Abbie
chuckled. ?No, I was thinking of having a look around in town if that?s
okay? Somewhere like Ann Summers, or Boux Avenue...?
?They?re a bit expensive, aren?t they?? I asked through a mouthful of
cornflakes.
?Well, they are a bit but I want a nice set of lingerie for our first
threesome, don?t I?? First? I thought. ?Mind you, I?m pretty sure
Lovehoney do lingerie too ? you know, the online store where we bought
the strap on and chastity cage from? Maybe Asos or Amazon do some nice
stuff...?
Abbie was lost in a world of planning, discussing everything she might
need from lingerie, to make-up, a haircut, new shoes, the condom
situation, lube, etc. I zoned out a bit as I finished my cereal and felt
the wave of excitement and anxiety wash over me. I was snapped back to
reality when I heard Abbie ask:
?So, when are you going to ask Marcus then??
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