Wait, why does he care what men think?

You sit on the edge of your king size bed, a laptop open in front of you on a solid oak desk. Unconsciously, you adjust your silk robe, making sure it isn't showing too much of your voluptuous curves. The video ends and you turn to your husband laying next to you, waiting for his story.

"Honey, remember that video I left you last time? About the guy who was watching his penis shrink in an ice bath?" You ask, biting your plump bottom lip with a smirk. "Well, I was expecting a hot, sexy story from you about that. But instead..."

You wave a hand over the laptop screen, showing your husband's writing. He at least had the decency to look sheepish, pulling the comforter up to cover his body... and his much smaller than average penis that you always tried to avoid looking at directly.

"I-I was going to, but then I started thinking..." he stammers out. "Our family trip to the waterpark is coming up, and, well, you know... Locker rooms. Around other guys. And the cold showers..."

He trails off and you can sense his embarrassment, even though he is a grown man. You sigh, standing up and walking over to the bed. Your hips sway with each step, the silk of your robe subtly clinging to your thick thighs and plump ass.

"Babe, you know I love you no matter what, right? Size doesn't matter to me." You reassure him, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "If anything, I'm the one who should feel shy! These," you gesture to your large, heavy breasts, "and this," your hands slide down to cup your wide hips and plump bottom, "are so big and sexy compared to your... little guy."

Your husband flushes bright red at that, looking anywhere but at you. "I know, I know. It's just... other men. They always seem so... big. And I read these articles about how the average guy-"

"Is way bigger than you, yes I know," you finish for him drily. "But you know what? Average is just that... average. I'm way above average in the tit and ass department, and trust me, I get more than my fair share of stares. Especially from men who can't stop looking at what they wish they had."

You trail a finger down his chest, circling a nipple through his thin sleep shirt. "I bet, if I was riding a big cock in one of those videos, you'd get hard as a rock and not give a fuck what other guys think. Right?"

Your husband's breathing picks up at that mental image. "Y-yeah, I guess so. But-"

"No buts, babe," you shush him. "I'm going to write a story about exactly that, and you're going to watch the video I found to go with it."

You stand again, making sure to bend at the waist so he gets an eyeful of your heavy tits nearly spilling out of your robe as you pick up the laptop.