Well I lied a little there are some other appearances, but it caught us up to today.

So the weeks go by and I meet a single mom of some of my current students, and we hit it off. Her name was Jamey. We chatted most nights and luckily for us we were on the same weekend rotation so our kids were with our exes on the same weekend. Jamey was great she was unlike my usual type of big booty Judies. She was petite 5’1” long black hair A cup breast, and a tight rounded little ass that had perfect muscular legs sticking out from below and a flat belly that showed her the curve or her ribs at the top of her sexy stomach. We could talk for hours and not just pleasantries; we could talk to each other on a personal deep level because we went through such similar shit with our exes. We started making love about a month into our interactions and she was wild. She was blown away that she could cum from penetration. Her past lovers didn’t hit it right. She was tight, but for being so petite she could take the full length of my cock with no problems. Her pointy little nipples were super sensitive and she could sound like she was cumming just from playing with them.

One night we went and ate hibachi and went to her place and she wanted to ask new sex questions to kick it off. We went back and forth asking questions like, if we had public sex, most uncomfortable places we had sex. Different races we had slept with, and then she asked me the most women I had slept with at once. Thinking maybe 2, and I said “3”

She asked “in college?”

“No a week before Halloween.”

“This past Halloween?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me more.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

She asked, “is it still going on? Who were they? Do I know them? What happened?”

“It’s not going on, you don’t know them, I don’t think, and it’s not something I am excited to talk about.”

“Well I need to know if I am going to keep sleeping with you,” was her response.

I told her, “I met this girl about your niece’s age on Tinder, and we hit it off for simple conversation. I asked for a few different date chances and she kept killing the idea. One day she threw the idea out of sharing her nudes without her face for my dick pic, so we did. She invited me to meet her to go as a plus one to a party. I arrived at her place, she gave me a costume because it was a costume party and she wanted to be matching. We went and after getting pretty drunk it turned out to be an orgy. I slept with all the various answers I gave you at that party, and then a few weeks later they revealed that they were running a porn company and were wanting to use the videos they made of me that I was unaware of on it. We signed a NDA and agreed not to put me online to keep it quiet for each of us. Most of my work was to be used in cock comparison and Small Penis Humiliation Cuckolding porn. So that is also the dumbest thing I did sexually was participate in an orgy with strangers.”

Over the next few weeks Jamey became increasingly distant finally breaking our relationship on New Years. I was upset and realized I couldn’t talk to people about that because it isolates me. She messaged me a few weeks later, “you need to keep a check on all of the various porn traffic pages to see if you appear if so sue them all for breech of contract.”

So for six weeks when my kids were in bed, I would scroll tons of porn sites watching hours of interracial, big cock, group sex porn, and size comparison and small penis humiliation/cuckold porn. SPH became the bulk of my searches, because I realized there was a smaller sample size with such a high demand. By week 6 I was starting to enjoy that genre and just hearing the women talk about it made my big dick jump. I became obsessed. It was my go to porn, and then that led to me reading related SPH stories on sites like this. I had doctoral thesis hours worth of research on SPH, shrinking penis, cuckoldry. What snapped me out of it to some extent was meeting Cheri. Cheri is my now wife and is a bit older than me; her kids are grown as mine are just now teens now they were still little when we met. Cheri and I built a beautiful relationship quickly, and in 2017, we got engaged. A few weeks later I got her to agree to go to the Preds party for the Stanley Cup Championship Nashville was crazy then, but I had to agree to take her to the Piano Bar too. At the Piano Bar, we were having a good time when a now 26 year old Cassie showed up at my table asking Cheri if she could borrow me for a game, “Please, Miss, your date oh I mean fiancé is the best chance I have to win this game.”

I asked, “Cassie isn’t there someone else here that would help you win?”

“No guarantees, but you are Coach Rhea!”

“What’s the game it might be fun,” inquired the naïve Cheri.

“Oh it’s a bachelorette party game, you should come check it out you might play it with your crew when you two get married.”

“This is not a good idea,” I tried to explain to my fiancé, but she said, “oh come on it maybe fun, and you **** me to stand outside of a stadium to watch a game on a giant tv in the middle of summer, so you can do something I think sounds like fun.”

We go to the table and the bride-to-be is sitting there and each bridesmaid is standing next to the guy they brought over. I hear Sam speak up, “Damn it Cassie, you got Manny! Why?”

One of the bridesmaids asked, “isn’t it supposed to be a stranger?”

Cassie said, “Nichole doesn’t know him, and besides she has to judge who brought the true best man to the table so what are you worried about?”

“Okay, so what do we do?” I asked hoping if Cheri heard the answer we could end this for me.

“Well each man will sit next to the bride as she calls out for the bridesmaids and guest of honor for letting us use her house to crash and bring our night cap entertainment to her home, Sam,” the girl in the maid of honor sash stated, “and the Nichole will feel their junk and estimate their current size, whoever brought the king dick to the table gets free drinks on the party wagon, and king ding-a-ling, can stay with us here for some extra entertainment if he so chooses.”

Nichole, “Brandy bring your gift.” The tall muscular young black man sits down and she undid his pants and slid her hand in them. “Hmmm he feels nice, 6 inches she declares next Brittany submit your gift.” A black man about my height looks mid 20s sits down she repeats the process, “hmm not quite as good maybe 5 1/2 inches dismiss him sorry Britt.”

Nichole looks at the sexy black lady, “Jackie what did you find.” A young blonde guy with a great tan sits down and she reaches in his board shorts. “Hopefully, he’s a grower because that is a small dick go on that’s nothing for a queen.” They all laugh as she asks, “Sam what do you have for me,” a young Hispanic man sat down and she opened his jeans up and his erection slipped out, “oh he is happy to be here, but that’s like 6 inches hard, so keep him around with Brandy’s gift but he probably is going to lose.”

Cheri grabbed my arm, “this is what 20

Somethings do now?”

“I tried to warn you.”

“Caroline don’t disappoint,” a young Asian man sits down, and Nichole reaches in his basketball shorts, “well he beats Jackie’s guy.

“Alright Cassie what does Manny offer.” I sat down and picked the edge of my khaki shorts up off of my leg, “I don’t have underwear on so just go this way,” I informed her.

“Oh my God it’s like 7 1/2 inches soft and fuck it’s thick. You can let go of your shorts now, as it fell she pulled the fabric tight, “look at this profile.”

The party bought Cheri and I a round, and we excused ourselves from that party.

Cheri asked, “How did that girl know you would win? She called you coach; did you sleep with a student?”

“No.”

“No doesn’t explain and how did Sam know you were Manny.

“Sam is Cassie’s sister we went to school together.”

“More details did you get caught having sex in Sam’s room or something.”

“No it’s more awkward than that.”

“So remember how I told you I once tried to be a stripper?”

“Yeah.”

“Well oddly enough, I got sent to dance for Sam and Cassie’s cousin’s bachelorette party. So they saw it soft and hard, so Cassie knew she was winning because I am way as you put it way bigger than normal.”

“Did you sleep with them? Was Cassie I high school? This all sounds terrible!”

“No I’d didn’t sleep with anyone from that group. No Cassie was already 20 or 21, and it was pretty bad it’s why I quit.”

It ended there, and I really haven’t dealt with this issue since, but earlier this month Cheri and I went on a date night, and in the restroom as I was washing my hands Jonathan walks up to me, “Manny what’s it been 8-9 years?”

My heart sank and my anxiety soared, “what do you want Jonathan?”

“Nothing just thinking about how much money you were worth to us.”

“You didn’t break the NDA that would cost you everything?”

“Thanks to your influence on Madison, when she went through the divorce for Peter to trade for the new intern wife number 4, she raked him over the coals in court showed paperwork of **** and other things cost our company, but more importantly cost the Publishing group some bad PR. We sued him to recoup and he is out and we make more money without him see ya.”

That still didn’t sit well, so it started me doing some late night recon to make sure they hadn’t used my image. As a result, I think Cheri is suspicious of my internet usage, and I am worried about explaining this part of our past. My therapist recommended journaling it, so I am posting it here with pseudonyms to be able to have it without having a hard copy.