It was a Saturday night and my wife, Claire, and I were at a neighbor's party. Everyone was having a good time, drinking beer and wine and telling stories. It was pretty common for the same five couples to get together once a month or so, just to let our hair down.
The party was at Ed and Sheila's home this time. As often happens, the topic of conversation eventually worked around to sex. It never seems to fail. Things hadn't changed all that much in the twenty plus years since we were teens. Sex is still the favorite topic when you get a mixed group together.
Marge Benson had launched into a story about the time when she and Tim were dating. Her parents had surprised them by coming home a full hour sooner than they had planned. Marge and Tim had been making out on the couch when they heard the car in the driveway.
Marge had quickly pulled her dress down and kicked her underwear under the couch. Tim grabbed his pants and tried to pull them up as fast as he could. Thinking she would expedite the matter, Marge grabbed Tim's zipper and gave it a hard pull, closing it extremely quickly. Then she turned to meet her parents as they came through the front door.
Her parents didn't seem too suspicious until they noticed Tim acting very oddly. Marge turned to look at Tim and was startled to see his face was red and he was sweating profusely. Marge's mother asked him if he was feeling ill. Tim could only nod his head as he rushed for the door.
"He was out the door and peeling rubber in the street faster than it takes to tell it," laughed Marge. "It turns out I had caught the end of his dick in the zipper! It took a week of apologizing before he'd even agree to see me again. He wouldn't let me see, or touch, him down there for another month."
That started a round of stories about embarrassing things that women had caused their husbands that involved their dicks. That's when Claire made her statement. I'll never forget it. I can still hear her words.
"I don't have any stories like that about Sam's cock," she assured the group. "It's so damn little it can hardly be seen, let alone get into any trouble. I'm always afraid he'll get it stuck in one of my thimbles when I get my sewing kit out."
I was mortified at her statement. My only hope was that everyone would know she was kidding. There were a few small chuckles from the group, but it was obvious no one was certain just how serious Claire was.
"Now, Claire," chided Marge. "You've had three kids, so I doubt it's all that small."
That was Claire's chance to back off her defamatory statement. Would she?
"It must have been a miracle every time I got pregnant. I did resort to using the turkey baster," laughed Claire. "Now there was something to fit between your legs! Sam's dick is so small he has to piss and follow the stream back to find it. Most men would probably think I'm tighter than a virgin after being with Sam for 24 years. If he didn't lick me, I'd never have an orgasm"
The silence was deafening. My face felt like it was on fire. Between the embarrassment and the anger, I'm surprised I didn't spontaneously combust. All eyes turned to look at me. I could see the pity and contempt in all of them. I looked at Claire. She seemed surprised at the depth of my emotion and brought her hand up to her mouth.
I tried to think of a proper response to Claire's ridicule, but was unable to manage any words. I wanted to go over and choke her with my bare hands. I had no idea why she denigrated me so badly, but it was more than I could endure. My anger began to gain over my humiliation. I turned and walked out the door before I could do or say something that I would regret forever.
As I pulled my car out the driveway, I could see everyone gathered on the porch, watching. Our house was only a few blocks away. Claire could walk it, get a ride, or just go straight to hell! I was so pissed I decided to not go home. I drove to a motel near the interstate and got a room. I turned my cell phone off and spent a restless night, managing very little sleep.
I got up with the sun the next morning. There was no sense staying in bed any longer, mentally replaying Claire's words from the previous evening over and over. Why would she slander me so badly? Could she really feel that my equipment was so inadequate? She had never mentioned it in our 24 years of marriage. It had only taken several glasses of wine to get her to reveal the truth, and that epiphany came in front of eight friends.
I checked my cell and saw that I had nearly a dozen messages from Claire. I just deleted them all without listening to them. I decided to turn my phone back on, just so I could have the pleasure of ignoring her. It rang a few minutes later.
I checked the called ID and saw it was the Bensons. They were calling at six AM? I suddenly worried that something could have happened to the kids. I answered the call.
"Sam! Where the hell are you, man?" asked Tim. "Claire is frantic. She said your phone was off and you didn't come home all night. She's worried that something happened to you."
"Well, Tim, something did happen. I was stabbed in the fucking back, and it hurts.. a lot," I added. "You can tell Claire she can go find a big cock, or better yet, she can go fuck herself!"
"Sam, nobody judges you by the size of your cock! You're still a better golfer than the rest of us. Shit, Sam, don't let it get to you."
If Tim was trying to make me feel better, he was doing a piss poor job! Apparently, he believed I had a small cock and was trying to think of reasons why it shouldn't bother me! I hung up on him and turned the phone off again. I went out for a breakfast then spent the day watching TV in the shit-hole room I had rented. It was fun to watch Tiger come from behind on Sunday to win, for a change.
I called in to work first thing Monday morning and requested a few days off. I needed to decide what the hell I was going to do. Living with Claire seemed out of the question. How can you live with a woman once you know that she has no respect for you?
I swung by the house around ten that morning. It looked like Claire had gone to work, so I parked down the street and walked back to the house. I looked in the garage window and saw that her car was gone. I went inside and packed a couple suitcases of my stuff and carried it down to the garage. I got my car and pulled into the garage, closed the door and started loading my car. I even had room for some of my tools and my guns. I didn't have any plans of using them, but I sure as hell wasn't going to leave them behind for some asshole to have.
I carried my bags into my motel room. I had decided to stay there a few days until I could formulate some sort of plan. Then I turned my phone back on, in case something truly important had happened. When you have kids, even if they are on their own like mine were, you still worry about them.
I deleted another bunch of messages from Claire and dropped the phone in my pocket. It rang within a few minutes. I saw it was my boss calling, so I answered it.
"Jesus, Sam! What's going on? Claire is here and she's pretty distraught. Did you leave her? What do you want me to tell her?" he asked.
"Give her the names of some of the guys with bigger cocks at work, would you, Boss? That should take her mind of me, and my itsy bitsy little peter," I responded sarcastically.
"Did you actually say guys with 'bigger cocks', Sam? Claire is right here and she heard what I just said. Now she's breaking down again, Sam," he reported. "What should I do with her?"
"Fuck her, Boss!" I snarled as I hung up the phone.
Shit! Now I'd probably lose my job over this mess. Why the hell did she have to go to my work, anyway? It was like she was trying to ruin my life. Then I decided two could play that game.
I jumped in the car and drove to the insurance agency where Claire worked.
"Hello, Sam," greeted Samantha, Claire's supervisor. "Claire isn't in yet. Can I help you?"
"Yeah, Samantha. Tell Claire that her needle-dicked husband was here. I want to see if I can get some sort of insurance if I have a cock enlarging operation and it goes south. Can I get any compensation for my tiny dick? It isn't much but it's all I've got."
Samantha turned red and coughed. Several others in the office went totally silent. It was obvious they had heard everything I had said. Samantha slowly responded to my outburst.
"That sounds like a personal problem, Sam. I hope you aren't serious, but if you are, I suggest a company like Lloyds Of London. When we say you're in good hands, it doesn't pertain to your genitalia. I'm sorry, Sam."
"Not as sorry as Claire is, I'll bet! Never mind a cigar, a goddamn cigarette is bigger than my dick. Maybe I can order some of that stuff that guy 'Bob' on the TV commercials uses," I mused aloud. "I'll order a truck load of the shit and take as much as I can. If I could get to three inches, I'd be delighted. Thanks anyway, Samantha."
I left everyone in Claire's office with their mouths opened as I walked out the door and hopped back into my car. I drove to Claire's parents' home.
"Sam! It's a surprise to see you here on a Monday," declared Steve Carey. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"
"I was just wondering if Claire has told you that I have a really little dick and she isn't happy with it?" I blurted out just as Nancy Carey walked up. "I don't know what to do about it. Should I just give her a divorce so she can find a guy with a good sized cock?"
"Sam, what are you talking about? Claire never mentioned anything about that, did she Nancy? Sometimes women talk to other women, Sam," admitted Steve.
"Of course not, Sam!" interjected Nancy. "What's really going on? I don't think Claire is displeased with your, ah, size, Sam. I would guess quite the opposite from what hints I've heard."
"Well, thanks, folks," I replied. "She told all our friends that my cock just didn't measure up and now I'm just trying to find some way to satisfy her."
"Have you tried talking to her, Sam? You may have misunderstood. Perhaps you went off half-cocked, so to speak?" she chuckled. "No offense. I couldn't resist that one. "
"She may have been upset with something you said or did and decided to get some measure of revenge," suggested Nancy. "I will admit, however, that telling others something like that about any man, and especially your husband, will often have dire consequences."
"I really don't dare talk to Claire until I calm down more, Nancy. I have never raised my hand to her, but this has caused me to consider it," I warned.
"Oh, pshaw!" laughed Nancy. "I know what kind of man married my daughter. It isn't some little-dicked coward that hits women; so don't try that crap with me, Sam. I'm not worried about that happening."
"You seem to have a higher opinion of me than your daughter does," I replied. "But then, it isn't difficult."
"I think you've made your point here, Sam. We'll be sure to tell her that you stopped by and that you're a little upset about some comments she made about your manhood," assured Nancy. "Tell Claire that I expect you both here next Friday night for dinner."
I shook my head as I walked back to my car. Did that woman even hear what I was saying?
I unlocked the door to my room and flopped down on the bed. I closed my eyes for a second. When I opened them, Claire was standing over me! I almost shit my pants!
"What are you doing here?" I demanded. "How did you find me?"
"I was going up to Mom's when I saw your car go down Ash Street, so I just followed you, Sam. It wasn't very hard," she allowed.
"Are you referring to my little cock again, Claire?" I asked petulantly.
"Oh, Sam! I'm so sorry about all those things I said. I saw you spending a lot of time talking to Gloria Bentley and I guess I got a little jealous. Her tits are so much bigger than mine. I know you like them, and her. I had too much to drink and I just got diarrhea of the mouth. I felt like you were belittling me for having B-cup breasts when you paid her so much attention. I was also having a lot of hot flashes, and when it mixed with the wine, I went stupid."
"That doesn't make sense to me, Claire. I have never said your breasts were anything but perfect. I always chat to the other women at those parties. I've never been unfaithful to you," I avowed. "It seems like you're trying to play this down. 'I had hot flashes, too much to drink, and I was jealous.' You expect me to believe that combination can make a woman as cruel as you were?"
"It is hard to believe, isn't it?" agreed Claire. "The thing is, it's true. I want you to come back home, Sam, and I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"It isn't that easy, Claire. You've impugned me, possibly beyond repair. Tim called me and practically told me not to worry about having a little dick! Wait until you get to work, Claire," I added. "You won't be happy about my actions there. I can guarantee that. I also spoke to your folks."
"I've been to work already, Sam. I heard all about your rant. It was pretty embarrassing, but I realize I deserve it. My mom called me while I was following you here. Did she ever give me an ear full! She was furious with me, Sam," revealed Claire. "She told I would be lucky if you didn't beat me, and that if you did, I should accept it! That was from my own mom!"
I had to chuckle to myself. Nancy knew how to play both of us better than anyone else on the planet. She knew I could never strike Claire; maybe better than Claire did.
"That still doesn't put the genie back in the bottle, Claire," I replied. "How can I look anyone in the eye after what you said? Your apologies won't change the impression that I have a small cock, and quite frankly, I don't like it."
"Sam, come home at five this afternoon and I will correct this horrible situation then. If, after giving me that chance, you think I have not made the whole mess better, I will go along with whatever you decide. I ask this one chance, Sam, for all the good years we've had," pleaded Claire.
"I just don't see how it can be done, Claire," I wavered. "It hurts too much."
"Sam, come home at five and find out. You won't regret it, and it won't cost you anything but a little time, okay?"
I reluctantly agreed. I knew there was nothing Claire could tell me that would make me feel better about her outburst at the party. I also realized that I wanted her to make it all go away so I could go back to feeling good about myself, and my marriage.
I let myself into the house right at five. Claire met me in the living room wearing a really sexy black dress. It seemed that she was going to give me a piece of ass to make everything okay. Why do women think they can rip a man's heart out and then make it all better by giving him a little pussy?
Claire turned me partially around and dropped to her knees in front of me. Then she unbuckled my belt and pulled my zipper down. I could see down her dress and her tits looked plenty big enough.
"Claire, this is not a solution. I can tell you that already. It won't work. I don't want to mislead you into thinking it will solve our problems," I tried to explain.
"Hush, husband," she answered as she pulled my boxers down and engulfed my cock in her mouth.
Well, I tried. I decided there was no reason to not give her a chance to make me feel better, and it was feeling pretty good! A blowjob would not bring my self-respect, as man, back to me. All my friends heard Claire announce how small my dick was.
Despite my misgivings, my cock quickly got hard enough to cut diamonds. I didn't get blowjobs all that often anymore and Claire was showing a lot of enthusiasm! Then to my surprise, for the first time in our entire marriage, she deep-throated me! She quickly pulled off and did it again, and then again. In just a couple minutes, I was ready to cum.
"I'm almost there!" I cautioned my wife as she worked her magic.
Claire pulled her mouth off me and worked my cock for all she was worth. My first round hit her in the face. Another went across her chest and probably ruined her dress. The she took me back into her mouth and drained every last drop.
I was weak in the knees and trying to decide if maybe I shouldn't forgive Claire after all. That was when all hell seemed to break loose.
"Wow, Sam!" exclaimed Marge Benson. "Claire certainly set the record straight here this evening!"
"What the hell!" was all I could manage as five women walked into the living room from the kitchen.
"Here, Claire, use this towel to wipe your face," offered Gloria Bentley. "You weren't kidding when you said Sam wouldn't disappoint us."
I quickly pulled my boxers back up. My face once again turned a bright red. Why were all these women watching Claire give me a blowjob?
"Sam, maybe we can work out some sort of insurance policy for that wonderful cock," laughed Claire's boss, Samantha. "Those enhancements sure worked fast, didn't they?"
I knew I was being ragged, but it was still unclear as to what was going on. I looked at Claire for an explanation as I pulled my pants back on.
"Sam, I embarrassed you in front of these ladies at the party. I said horrible, unforgivable things that simply weren't true. I had no idea how to make it up to you until Mom suggested this," revealed Claire as she wiped her face and chest.
"Your mom?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, Mom. I told you that she was livid with me. She told me I had taken your manhood away, and I had to find a way to give it back to you. Then she made this suggestion. I have just embarrassed myself in front of my friends, just as I had done to you that night. I also proved to them that you are NOT small down there. Rest assured that these ladies will tell others.
"Everyone will know that you are everything a man, and husband, should be. I had Samantha here to represent my office. After the scene you made there, I felt I had to show them that my husband didn't have a little dick. That was more for my reputation than yours, I guess," smiled Claire.
'Sam, we're all going to leave now, but I want you to know that what Claire just did took a lot of nerve. She must love you an awful lot," grinned Marge. "I think she may have ruined her favorite dress! I don't even know how I'm going to tell Tim about this. He was feeling pretty good about himself for a while after Claire's little gaffe the other night. Now he'll be a lot more modest."
Everyone left and Claire stood in front of me. I was experiencing every emotion possible. I was embarrassed. I was pleased. I was deceived. I was blown! Claire knowingly blew me in front of her friends in an attempt to make amends. I searched my thoughts.
"Sam, will you forgive me? I made a terrible mistake, but it will never happen again. I won't ever belittle you in any way in front of others. Can you love me again?" she asked meekly.
"Claire, you have amazed me this evening. What you did was a huge risk. I could have been pretty upset about you letting those women see my cock. You took a big chance."
"Tell me about it, Sam! Did you see how that big titted Gloria, and the rest of them, looked at your tool before you got it tucked away? I hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass!"
"Claire, I want you to call your mom and tell her we'll be there for dinner Friday. I want you to do it in front of me so I can hear you tell her just how well her plan worked. Then ask her why she wasn't here, too. After all, I did make a fool out of myself to her," I laughed.
"She wanted to be here, Sam. I told her I would NOT to that in front of my own mom, and that was all there was to it!" laughed Claire.