Nope

You are sitting in your dimly lit bedroom, alone on the laptop, questioning your penis size as you watch in shock and awe at the huge bulges dancing on the video your wife left for you. The question echoes in your mind, taunting you: "Could you fill these pants out?"

You know she knows that you never could come close to bulging a pair of pants like that. Your shrimp-sized member pales in comparison to the massive cocks on the screen. You feel inadequate, like you're not man enough to satisfy your own wife.

As you continue to watch, a story begins to form in your mind - a fictional tale of how your wife crotch-watches men in every setting. You imagine following her gaze, appreciating how much better she would enjoy a big, juicy cock like those instead of your pathetic little shrimp.

The story begins...

It's a typical lazy Sunday morning. You're lounging on the couch, your belly spilling over the waistband of your sweatpants. Your wife is across from you, sipping coffee and browsing her phone. Suddenly, her eyes light up and she sits up a bit straighter. You follow her gaze to the TV, where a commercial is playing. The camera pans over a group of handsome, well-built men - construction workers, smiling and showing off their chiseled abs as they hold up power tools.

Your wife's eyes are glued to the screen, her mouth slightly agape. You notice how her gaze lingers on the bulges in their jeans, those tantalizing outlines that hint at what's hidden inside. You feel your own cock twitch in your pants, but it's nothing compared to the massive packages those men are sporting.

You tear your eyes away from the screen and watch your wife instead. She's practically drooling, her hand drifting to squeeze her thigh through her leggings. You know that look - it's the same hungry expression she gets when she watches porn. But this is different. This is real life.

The commercial ends and your wife blinks, coming back to herself. She clears her throat and tries to act casual, but you've already seen. You've already read between the lines. She wants what those men have. She craves it.

You wonder how often this happens - how many times a day she crotch-watches men, imagining what they're packing in their pants. At the grocery store. At the park. Everywhere she goes, her eyes are drawn to one place and one place only.

Your mind drifts back to the video she left for you. Those men - they're not just big. They're huge. Hung like horses, with veins and ridges you could get lost in for days. Precum dribbling from their tips, making their foreskins glisten. You can practically smell their musk through the screen.

You imagine your wife kneeling before one of them, her mouth watering at the sight. She reaches out and wraps both hands around his shaft, barely able to close her fingers around his girth. She strokes him slowly, marveling at how hot and hard he is. Then she leans in and licks a bead of precum from his slit, moaning at the taste.

You see it so clearly - the way she takes him into her mouth, inch by inch. The way her lips stretch around his circumference. The way her jaw aches as she struggles to take him deeper. She gags and chokes, tears streaming down her face, but she doesn't stop. She needs it. She needs every inch of his massive cock down her throat.

You're so caught up in the fantasy that you barely notice your own cock is fully hard now, straining against your zipper. It's pathetic, really. A tiny little nub compared to what those men are working with. You wonder how your wife can even stand to look at you, knowing what she's really craving.

The video is still playing and you can't tear your eyes away. You watch as the men take turns using your wife like a living sex doll. Facesitting her. Spitting on her. Calling her names and degrading her in the filthiest ways. And she eats it all up like a starving woman at a buffet.

You've never seen her so turned on. So ****. So in need of a real man's cock. It's clear that you could never satisfy her, not in a million years. Not with your little shrimp dick.

The video ends and you're left sitting there, softening in your pants, your mind reeling. You know you should feel angry, betrayed even. But you can't deny the turn-on. The thrill of imagining your wife being used and abused by real men. Men with cocks that put yours to shame.

You wonder if maybe this is the answer. Maybe this is how you can keep her satisfied - by watching her get fucked by men who can really give it to her. By being a cuckold, a submissive little bitch who knows his place.

It's a crazy thought, but it's not entirely unpleasant. The idea of being emasculated, of being so small and insignificant next to a real man. Of being nothing more than a warm hole for your wife to use when she's not otherwise occupied.

You know it's wrong, but you can't help the perverse excitement that's building in your chest. The video is still playing on a loop and you can feel yourself getting hard again already. Hard and pathetic and so, so small.

You reach down and wrap your hand around your little cock, giving it a tentative stroke. It's almost comical, really. Like a little worm nestled in your palm. You can't even imagine what it would be like to have a cock like those men. To feel that weight, that power, that pure, unadulterated manhood between your legs.

You shudder at the thought and start to stroke yourself in earnest. You watch the video, drinking in every detail. Every inch of those perfect, hung cocks. Every groan and grunt of pleasure from your wife's stuffed holes. Every degrading, filthy word spat in her face.

And you know that this is your life now. This is your role, your purpose. To be the little bitch who satisfies his wife in the ways that he can't. To be the cuckold who gets off on being emasculated. To be small, so beautifully, deliciously small.

You moan as you stroke yourself, your eyes glued to the screen. You're close, so close, but you don't let yourself come. Not yet. You want to savor this feeling, this heady mix of humiliation and arousal.

You know your wife will be home soon and you'll have to put on a brave face. You'll have to pretend like everything is normal, like you didn't just spend the last hour imagining her getting used by men with cocks the size of your forearm.