How It All Started!
Living in the same development, I had known Jennifer and Jim for awhile. But our closeness really started, the night I brought her husband home drunk. Jim, her husband had called me from the bar he was in and asked if I could drive him home. Having been arrested twice already for DUI, the next one would land him in jail for a long time.
When I brought Jim home, Jennifer was standing at the door with her arms crossed. The look of disgust on her face was plain to see. She told Jim that he was a real shit for getting drunk. That he knew she had planned for the two of them to have a quiet evening together.
Like a good friend, I just stood there saying nothing. Finally Jim gave a silly laugh and slumped to the floor. He was out for the count. Lifting his 210 pounds wasn't easy. But with Jennifer's help, I helped her get him to their bedroom. Suddenly, as Jim lay on his back snoring, he began to pee.
I was embarrassed for him. Jennifer became even madder than she had been to start with. Without a second thought, she ripped his pants open and pulled them down in one fell swoop. She didn't seem to care that I was standing there. She was cursing that he was driving her crazy with his drinking.
That was when I saw that Jim had a small dick. I knew that there was something wrong with their relationship. We weren't the closest of friends, but we were close enough for me to see that things were getting tight between them. The constant bickering and arguments of Jim's heavy drinking had spilled over into my yard many times. It was a few minutes later, after I had helped her changed the sheets that Jennifer and I were sitting in her kitchen having coffee.
"Larry! I can't thank you enough for bringing Jim home. If he had been arrested for drunk driving again, they would have locked him up."
I didn't know what to say. It was obvious that she wanted to talk. "Things do seem to be getting a bit more intense between you two. The arguments are getting louder."
Jennifer looked up at me. She took a drink from her cup, and then set it down. I saw her take a cigarette from her purse that was lying next to her. I had not seen Jennifer smoke before.
"Something new," I asked as I nodded to her cigarette. I watched, as she licked her lips before slightly parting them and sliding the tip of the filter between her soft full lips. She closed her lips around the tiny stick and pursed her lips as she lit the end.
It was a moment held in time, as I watched her take a long drag from the lit cigarette. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Funny, how a woman's tits seem to rise when she takes a deep breath. She took a deep drag from the lit butt and held the smoke in savoring the taste of it.
Being an ex-smoker myself, I knew what she was enjoying. I swear I could almost see her nipples grow hard as she held the smoke in her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked directly at me before blowing the smoke out slowly.
"Frustration management! Between the cigarettes and my dildo, those are the only things that keep me sane!"
I was kind of surprised at her words and I guess my face showed it. "Jim doesn't want anyone to know, but you're one of our closest friends. I guess you really need to know what is going on with him. About 4 months ago, there was an office party. Jim had a bit too much to drink and decided to fuck one of the secretaries.
As you saw, my husband in not one of the most endowed men out there. In fact, he is kind of small. Anyway, when he got naked and the secretary saw how small he was, she laughed in his face. Told him to take his tiny dick home and fuck his frustrated wife with it. She really did a number on him. The next day, everyone in the office knew about it.
It has been hell for him working there, but the money is so good he can't afford to leave. He started drinking, I guess to ease the pain of his humiliation. The funny thing is, I love the big jerk. His size never bothered me. Sure, I've had men that were bigger than he is. But I have never strayed since we got married."
She stopped to freshen up our cups. When she sat back down, it looked like she was starting to feel better. "No matter how much I tell him that I love him and that he has always satisfied me, he doesn't believe me now.
To make matters worst, he caught me using my dildo. Even though he has seen me using it before, he really seemed to go into a depression about it. My dildo is fatter and longer than he is. He said that I have lied to him all these years and that I use my toy to get what he can't give me."
I looked at Jennifer. She was your typical housewife. Not a raving beauty but one that had a nice shape and kept herself looking nice. "Did you?" I don't know why I asked her that, but I did. She looked up from somewhere deep in her mind.
"I'm sorry! What did you say?"
I looked at her. "Did you use your dildo to make up for Jim's size?"
She looked at me as if I had asked her if she was a Martian! "No! I was always happy with his size. It was the way he loved me that made me happy. Not the way he performed in bed."
"Then why did you need the dildo? Was it that he didn't last as long as you needed him to? Did you need to feel yourself filled more than he could give you? I'm not saying that there is anything wrong with that Jennifer. But I can see it the way Jim does. Especially after having been so humiliated! Can I ask how he found out about it?"
Jennifer was quiet for a bit. Then she looked up at me. I could see that she was almost on the verge of tears. "He was drunk! I thought he had passed out on the couch. I was angry and was in the shower. I had been so frustrated, that I needed to get some relief. He hadn't touched me in a month.
When he threw back the shower curtain, I was standing there, legs spread with my washcloth in my mouth to stifle my cries. I had the dildo in my hand and was working it hard and deep in and out of my cunt. He called me a bitch! Told me that I had been lying to him all these years and had to resort to a fake cock to please my pussy.
I tried to talk to him, but he went nuts. That was the first time Jim ever slapped me! He ranted and raved, calling me a not good slut! He slapped me a few more times.
I tried to talk to him the next morning when he was sober. He didn't apologize for slapping me or anything; just told me that from now on, I could use my fake cock when I needed it. That he wouldn't embarrass himself, trying to fuck a woman that obviously needed more than he could give her."
