You Didn’t Know that Did You

You sit in the passenger seat with a fresh ice pack resting heavily on your lap, the cold pressing straight through the thin green tights against the soft, thoroughly overused little cock that has been stroked by both women and men all night. The repeated quick, watery orgasms have left you raw and sensitive; the chill bites even deeper because of it. Whatever slight swelling remained after the last hand has already collapsed. Your cock folds inward until only the familiar wrinkled nub is left, trapped flat under the weight of the pack.

Your wife drives with one hand on the wheel. The other reaches over now and then to press the ice pack down harder, making sure the shrinkage holds. She is still naked under the long coat she borrowed, the chaotic energy of the party still clear in her satisfied, slightly wicked expression.

“You know what I noticed?” she says, voice light and snide. “You came faster for the men. Every single time a guy wrapped his hand around that little thing you finished even quicker than you did for the women. Two minutes was already pathetic. With male hands you were done in under a minute and a half most rounds. Watery little spurts all over their fingers while their own average cocks were just hanging there looking twice your size.”

She glances at the flat front of your tights under the ice pack and smiles.

“I’m already thinking about the next party. Same mix—average guys and their women, full nudity, lots of flirting. But next time I’m going to make sure more of the men get turns on you. Maybe put you on your knees in the middle of the room and let the husbands form a line. See if you can even last a full minute once it’s all male hands. I bet you’ll be spilling that thin watery mess before some of them even get a proper grip.”

The ice pack shifts as she grinds it down again. The cold sinks in. Your cock has fully retreated now, soft and folded and almost nonexistent.

“I liked how they hit on both of us,” she continues, still smiling at the road. “Offering to fuck me while you watched. Offering to pass your tiny dick around while they took turns with me. Next time I might actually take a few of them up on it. Let an average cock stretch me out while you stay right there with the ice pack on, staying small and getting jerked by whoever wants a turn. You seemed to get so much quieter and wetter when it was a man stroking you. That little dicklet just gave up.”

She laughs softly.

“We can keep the stamina tests going all night. Women and men. I’ll keep a timer. Your best time tonight was still under two and a half minutes, and that was with a woman. Once the guys start taking longer turns you’ll probably start finishing in under a minute every time. Watery. Quick. Embarrassing. And you’ll still get hard again for the next hand because you can’t help it. My perfect little party toy who comes fastest for other men.”

The ice pack stays heavy on your lap the entire drive. By the time she turns into the driveway your cock is locked in its tiniest state—pale, wrinkled, completely soft, the tights lying flat beneath the melting pack. She parks, shuts off the engine, and looks at you with open, snide satisfaction.

“Inside. Another ice bath before bed. I want you still this small when you fall asleep. And tomorrow we start planning the next chaotic naked party. More male hands on that little thing. I want to watch you break your own speed records.”

She reaches over, lifts the ice pack just long enough to give the frozen little nub one slow, possessive squeeze, then settles the pack back down and opens her door.

“Come on. Let’s get that fast, watery, man-loving little dick even colder.”