Jeri and I had been married for about ten years, and most of our
relationship had been great. We enjoyed most of the same things:
music, sports, movies, sex. We made love often, and it was
usually super. Nevertheless, I had always had this nagging
feeling that she was not being completely satisfied by our
lovemaking. Still, I had to admit that she almost always seemed
to reach orgasm, particularly when I took her clit in my lips and
licked back and forth across it as fast as my tongue could go. I
could see her tummy muscles tighten in spasms as she groaned
faster and faster until she cried out and then relaxed, becoming
all soft and warm. Her climaxes were similar when I pushed my
cock in as far and as fast and as hard as I could, but those
orgasms were not as intense (at least I wasn't sure). As a
result of this concern, I began to wonder whether I might be
falling some what "short" in fulfilling her sexual needs.

As time passed, I began to develop a fantasy as to how to test my
theory that Jeri would be more satisfied by a bigger cock. At
first I thought about getting one of those giant dildos, the 8" realistic cock with balls I'd seen
in the porno store, but decided that that would have been so
obvious as to negate the value of the test results. The only
true test would be for Jeri to think that I was fucking her, but
with a bigger cock. I thought about one of those natural feel penis extensions and decided against it.  However, at least so far, there were no
hospitals providing dick enlargement operations, so that meant
that if I was ever going to find out, I would have to find
someone else (with a really big dick) to fuck Jeri while she
thought it was me!

Where does one begin to recruit someone for this sort of a plan?
I couldn't go to a night club and "pick up" someone. It had to
be someone I could trust, someone safe, and someone "hung".
There were plenty of guys at work that would love to get their
dick in Jeri, but there's the old saying about "don't shit in you
own backyard" that made co-workers out of the question. So what
to do?

It was about this time that an old friend from my high school
days called to say he was back in town and would like to get
together and renew our friendship. I didn't put the two
situations together at first, but when Mel and I began
reminiscing about out days together on the Tennis team, I
remembered why I had envied him. As I recalled, Mel's prick was
as big soft as mine had been hard, although we never made a
direct comparison. I thought that he was very probably (at least
physically) what I needed to fulfill my fantasy "test."


As Mel and I talked, I learned that he was recently separated
from his wife, and that they were going to get a divorce. He
stated his displeasure at reentering the dating scene, saying
that all the really great women had already found someone and
gotten married or were at least living with someone. He also
confided that he had once had a desire to pursue Jeri, but that I
had "beaten him out". This was almost too unlikely to believe,
but what the hell, I decided to give it a try and see how far I
could make this go. Could I really let another man fuck my wife?

Over the next several weeks, we had Mel over for dinner and we
went out to the movies together a few times. Jeri fixed him up
with some of her girlfriends from work, but nothing clicked. All
the while, I was making casual hints about Jeri and me to Mel,
trying to see if he showed any interest, He seemed genuinely
concerned about us, and I felt more comfortable all the time
about revealing my fantasy to him.

One night, after dinner, as we were having a drink, and Jeri was
on the phone with a friend, I decided to open the door on my soul
a little wider. I asked Mel to confirm that he still found Jeri
attractive, which he did. I then began to explain my concerns
about our physical relationship. He understood, and joked that
"all you pencil-peters have that fear." "Thanks a lot", I
answered. "You're a big help." "Well, what the fuck can I do
about it?", he asked. "Look Mel, you and I have gotten pretty
close, and I think