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Home Again! You pulled into the driveway two days later, exhausted but relieved to be home. The guilt from Florida still sat heavy in your stomach, but seeing your wife waiting on the porch in a modest sundress made something settle inside you.

She was perfect your 5'1" blonde tradwife, pert B-cups pressing against the fabric, that sweet, innocent smile on her face.She hugged you tightly as soon as you stepped out. “I missed you, babe.”That night after putting your son to bed, you sat on the couch with her curled against your side. The TV played a news segment about biological males dominating women’s sports.Your wife shook her head in disgust. “It’s so unfair. These girls train their whole lives and then some man puts on a dress and steals their scholarships and records. It’s insane.”

You nodded firmly, your hand resting on her thigh. “It’s cheating. Plain and simple. Men have no business in women’s sports. Biology matters. Truth matters.”

She looked up at you with genuine admiration. “I’m so glad I married a real man who actually says that stuff out loud.” She kissed your cheek. “Most guys are too scared now.”

Her words hit you harder than they should have. You pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. The conversation faded as your hands roamed.You carried her to the bedroom.Your wife lay back on the bed, shyly slipping out of her sundress. Her body was beautiful soft, feminine, and yours. You undressed and climbed on top of her.

Your cock was already hard 2.75 inches long, thick at 3.33 inches around. She reached down and stroked you lovingly, no comments about your size, just gentle affection.You pushed inside her tight, warm pussy. She gasped softly, wrapping her legs around you. “You feel so good, babe,” she whispered, holding you close as you started thrusting.You made love to her steadily at first, kissing her neck and breasts. She moaned sweetly beneath you, her pert tits bouncing gently with each thrust. But the guilt, the memories of Florida, and the forbidden cravings made you dangerously sensitive. After only a few minutes of her tight walls gripping your thick little cock, you felt the inevitable rush.

“Fuck babe, I’m gonna…” you groaned.

You tried to hold back, but you couldn’t. You thrust deep and came hard, pumping your load into her with a shameful, premature orgasm. Your wife held you tight, stroking your back tenderly as you finished. “It’s okay,” she whispered softly, kissing your temple. “I love when you cum inside me.”

You felt embarrassed but grateful for her kindness. She didn’t complain. She never did.Later that night, after she had fallen asleep, the cravings returned stronger than ever.You slipped out of bed quietly, went into the bathroom, and locked the door. Sitting on the toilet with your pants around your ankles, you opened your phone and went straight to the videos you’d been trying to avoid.You searched for trans women mocking small dicks.

The first video hit hard: A stunning tall trans woman with a massive cock laughed as she compared it to a tiny one on screen. “Look at this pathetic little clit. So cute and useless. I could fit the whole thing in my mouth with room to spare.”Your tiny cock throbbed in your hand. You stroked it furiously while watching video after video of beautiful trans dommes humiliating small-dicked men. One particularly vicious one made you leak everywhere: “Two and three-quarter inches? That’s not a cock, that’s a cute little girl-dick. Stroke it faster, loser. This is all you’ll ever be good for gooning to superior cock while real men fuck.”

You edged desperately for nearly twenty minutes, balls tight, breathing ragged. When you finally came, it was intense and humiliating thick ropes splattering the bathroom floor as you bit your lip to stay quiet.You cleaned up quickly, ashamed but already half-hard again.The next morning you were scheduled to leave for another multi-day trip. Before you got in the car, your wife pulled you back into the bedroom for one last quickie.She was sweet and loving again, lying back and welcoming you inside her. You thrust into her tight pussy, trying to last longer this time. But the memory of those trans women laughing at little dicks, combined with how sensitive you still were, betrayed you once more.After just a couple of minutes of her soft moans and tight grip, you groaned in embarrassment and came prematurely again spurting weakly inside her far too soon.Your wife just hugged you close and kissed you gently. “It’s okay, babe. I love you just like this.”

You kissed her goodbye, loaded the SUV, and drove away. As the miles ticked by, your mind was already drifting back to thick cocks, mocking laughter, and the dark, filthy videos waiting for you in the next hotel room.You were trying so hard to be the alpha husband she deserved.