Twice the Man

My wife, still as baked as I was, leans into James' shoulder and just starts to laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" She takes a deep breath and goes again. "Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

Her laughter is infectious and soon both James and Linda are chuckling at my wife's reaction. I was the only one in the room not seeing the humor of the situation.

Suddenly the funny looks I got from Camille back at the bar made sense. She must have seen a bulge or had a peek up the leg of his shorts or something. Deviating from the plan I hadn't given her a chance to tell me about it and put her on the spot to move things along. And now here we were.

Now, I wasn't what you might call...blessed in the size department. Nor was I necessarily cursed, I wasn't sporting a micro-penis or anything. I was still inside the bell curve for an average sized willy, but at five and a quarter inches and a proportionally humble girth to match it was definitely on the lower end of the scale. I, of course, knew when we started talking about this adventure that it was quite likely that the other husband would be more well endowed than I and a huge part of Camille and I's talking it out process was her assuring me time and again that size did not matter and that she was perfectly satisfied with me just as I was. But nothing could have prepared me for the mighty oak that was commanding the attention of the room now.

It was fucking massive. It lay heavy on James' stomach like a resting anaconda, swollen and slightly curved as it was not quite fully hard. It stretched up and eclipsed his belly button. It was damn near the length of Camille's forearm and as thick as her wrist!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Camille continues. "Look at it! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

I feel my cheeks burn with a blush of both humiliation and anger. They couldn't have mentioned this on their profile!?

James takes it all in stride. "Well, this is a first."

"I'm sorry!" Camille heaves, trying to settle herself. "I'm not laughing at you. He he he. I just...never saw...one like that."

"Thanks, I think." He was loving her reaction though he tried not to show it.

"H-h-how...big...?" Camille stammers.

"Ten and a half." He replies calmly. Jesus Christ...he was precisely twice my length! You could put two dicks my size in a row and it would be the same length. And the girth was easily more than that. I couldn't even fathom such a thing was attached to a human male, yet there it was! Ten and a half inches! I grappled with the number, as if it was pi or infinity or something like that. This wasn't normal, this wasn't what we signed up for.

"It's just a dick, like any other." The old stoner says nonchalantly with a jolly grin. "Am I your first big one?"

The reality of the situation was just now hitting Camille as she realized she was expected to deal with this monster. There were no giggles now. Her wonderstruck eyes gaze up and down his prodigious member. Tentatively she reaches out and takes it in her hand, wrapping her long slender fingers around the center of the shaft. Her fingertips don't even come close to touching her thumb.

"I...I don't know if I can..." Camille whispers. "...it's so...big!"

Linda, whom I'd almost forgotten about, says from under me. "Don't worry hun, it just takes patience...and lots of lube. James is gentle." She reaches up and turns my head back to her. "And don't YOU worry either. It's not the size that matters but how you use it. Don't believe the stories."

I hear James say to my wife reassuringly. "We'll only do what you're comfortable with. We'll only go as far you want Camille."

I crank my head back to look. My high as a kite wife was mesmerized by the thick tube of meat in her hand. If she was having any second thoughts I couldn't see it. Surprise and curiosity were quickly transforming into interest her lovely blue eyes. This whole thing was about experiencing something new and different, and this was certainly that.

Biting her bottom lip she slowly strokes it, up and down, feeling the size and weight of it and...surely...comparing it to what she was used to. The sight of her pale hand stroking James' schlong was simultaneously gut wrenching and arousing.

I didn't know how to feel. I didn't know what to do. Do I stop everything here and now? What would I say if I did? Camille had sworn to me time and again that size wasn't an issue. Linda had just reaffirmed that. Was I worrying for nothing? Was this just the pot just making me paranoid? Damn it, I couldn't think straight.

Not helping my flustered state is the fact that Linda had slipped her hand into my underwear and her large plump hand had engulfed my hard manhood. She begins to stroke me and it feels incredible.

Camille glances my way with glassy eyes and gives me a playful wink. She was still having fun, it was full steam ahead as far as she was concerned but she was checking in on me. Seeing me on top of the other woman, my hand against Linda's panties and her hand stroking me inside my underwear, she saw I was having my fun too. That was all the encouragement she needed.

She looks back to James with an impish look on her face and runs her tongue along her bottom lip. I knew that look well, it was a look I had ONLY seen her give to me before. She was about to go down on him. My wife was about to give another man a blowjob!