Insecurity pressed

You sit at your desk, your yoga pants hugging your curvy figure as you click open the video your husband sent you. The porn scene depicts a gorgeous woman, not unlike yourself with her large, perky breasts and wide childbearing hips. She's on her knees, sucking off two men. One has an enormous cock, thick and long, while the other is...well, not. The small man's penis looks almost comical next to his rival's beast.

As you watch, transfixed, you notice how the busty beauty lavishes attention on the huge cock, sucking it with enthusiasm. Her eyes never leave it, clearly in awe of its size. Meanwhile, she barely acknowledges the little dick, giving it a few halfhearted licks before returning her worship to the monster.

You read the story your husband wrote about the video and can't help but smile. He jacked off so hard imagining you mocking his manhood. He smoothed his body like a newborn, feeling even smaller and more inadequate. The knowledge that his pathetic prick could never satisfy you, that you'd much rather **** on a real man's cock, made him explode.

This is exactly what he craves - the degradation, the emasculation. For you to have a taste of a real penis, to see how he compares...and fails miserably. You bunch your pants in your fist, feeling your wetness soak through the fabric as you write back:

"Oh baby, I can't stop thinking about that delicious video you sent. Seeing that huge cock made me so fucking wet. I tossed my yoga pants aside and spread my legs, imagining you kneeling between them, watching me worship a monster cock like that. I rubbed my clit so hard, pretending it was your head, you little cuck."

You describe in lurid detail how you came harder than you have in ages, squirting all over the chair and floor. How you wished you had one of those big cocks to stuff your greedy holes. Your husband will read this and stroke his pathetic dicklet, coming so hard at the thought of you utterly satisfied and pleasured without him.

"I'm going to find a man with a cock like that," you write. "One that will ruin me for your little worm. I'll let him fuck me as hard and deep as he wants while you watch, baby. I need to feel a real cock splitting me open. You'll take care of him while I do, worship his huge balls and clean him with your tongue when he pulls out. Can you imagine how yummy he'll taste mixed with my cum?"

Your pussy clenches as you picture it - the musky, slightly bitter flavor and the knowledge that he filled you so full of seed, just like the guys in the video. You look down at the puddle of your arousal and laugh.

"Oops, looks like I made quite the mess!" You dip a finger in your juices and suck it clean. "Maybe next time you can clean up your naughty wife's puddle with your little tongue. Would you like that, baby? To drink down all my sweet cream while I think about a real man fucking me dumb with his massive cock?"

You imagine your husband's eyes lighting up behind his glasses as he reads this, his stubby prick disappearing in his tiny fist. He's so close already and you haven't even gotten started. Your own fingers return to your aching cunt, plunging knuckle deep into your wet heat.

"I want to wear one of those huge cocks like a necklace," you moan, typing with one hand. "Let the whole world see what a well-fucked slut I am, dripping with cum and stretched wide. You'll have to carry my purse since I won't be able to walk straight. They'll all know that dick owns my holes now."

You can almost hear your husband whimpering with barely restrained need as he reads your filthy words, his face flushed and cock oozing against his baby-soft balls. He won't last long, that little beta. Not with the delicious degradation you're serving up.

"I'll let him paint my face and fill my pussy," you write, scrambling to keep your hand moving over your sensitive folds. "Fuck my throat raw and use me like a fleshlight. All while you watch me fall apart on his cock, screaming my pleasure. You'll be so jealous, little man. But you don't get to touch. He owns this pussy now."

You've barely finished typing before you're coming again, your head thrown back and mouth gaping open. Your cunt clamps down on your fingers and you squirt with a shameless spray, the desk chair drenched. You're practically cross-eyed from the intensity, trembling all over.

You take a moment to collect yourself before hitting send with a devilish grin. You know your husband is frigging his pathetic prick like a madman, praying to the cock gods for a taste of your divine cum. This is just the beginning, a little appetizer before the main course.

Because you do intend to find a man to ruin that needy cunt and humiliate your "hubby" properly, don't you? For now though, you'll let him blow his load while he imagines you slobbering on a real cock, servicing a man who deserves it. Smirking, you reach for a glass of wine and settle in for round three…