I'm told, usually by other men, that size doesn't really matter, that all that really counts is knowing how to use what you have and that may be true although I suspect that only a woman can really give a truthful answer on the subject. What I do know personally is that while size may not matter is sure does fascinate.

Cock size has never been important to me. What I have has always satisfied me and none of the girls I managed to bed ever laughed at me or refused to go out with me again. Based on what I have seen in locker rooms I believe that while bragging rights are out of the question I've no reason to develop a complex. My guess is that I am about average. Why this little discourse on cock size? It is because my wife has recently become aware that there are much larger cocks out there in the world and the subject seemed to fascinate her. I found this out one night when we were getting ready for bed and she was rolling a condom on me.

"Honey, how big is your thingy?"

Meredith has never in the seven years we have been married used the words cock, dick or penis. She has always refereed to my equipment as my thingy. Her pussy has never been anything but her 'honey pot' and her tits have always been her 'boobs'. Fortunately it is only in nomenclature that she is a little weird. In all other aspects of sex she is an animal and an insatiable animal at that. Anyway, her question as to how big I was brought the natural response from me, "Why are you asking that?"

She blushed and then said in an almost apologetic voice, "I saw Mike's thingy at the party last night and he looked so much bigger than you."

Well, I'd seen Mike in the locker room at the rec. center and he was bigger than me - a lot bigger. Meredith went on, "I mentioned it to Amy and she laughed about it and said if I thought Mike's was big I should see Stan's."

Amy was Mike's wife and what Meredith was telling me was changing the way I looked at Meredith, Mike, Stan and Amy.

First off, when I married Meredith she told me that I was the only man that she had ever been with. Yeah, right, I thought at the time and if you saw Meredith you would understand why that was my response. In my mind there was no way that that body could reach twenty-three and not have had a dick or two along the way. But I'd had plenty of experience before meeting Meredith and I wasn't going to hold any of her prior experience against her. If it was important for her to tell me I was the only one she'd ever been with then so be it. But now, with her question about cock size I began to wonder if maybe, just maybe, I might actually be her first. Next, what is Meredith doing looking at Mike's cock? For that matter, what is Mike doing showing my wife his dick? Then of course there was the question of how Amy knew about Stan's cock. I never thought of Amy as being the kind of girl who would run around on her husband. And then there was Stan. I'd always thought that Stan was Mr. Straight Arrow, could he possibly be fucking Amy? Did we have our own little Peyton Place going on here and I was just finding out about it?

"Why were you looking at Mike's dick (she might use thingy, but I didn't) at the party?"

Meredith blushed, "I didn't do it on purpose. He was using the upstairs bathroom and he hadn't locked the door. I went in to use the toilet and when I opened the door he was standing there with it in his hand."

"So he didn't show it to you?"

"Well, kind of."

"What does that mean?"

"When I opened the door and he saw me he smiled, stroked it a couple of times and then took his hand off of it and let it hang there."

"And then you turned and left and went to talk to Amy?"

"Well, no, not exactly."

"What do you mean, no not exactly?"

"He just stood there smiling at me and his thingy started to stand up and..."

"And what?"

She looked down at the floor and almost whispered, "I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It just kept growing and growing and then he asked me if I wanted to touch it" and her voice trailed off. I didn't say anything, I just stood there looking at her while she stared down at the floor. Finally she said, "I didn't, honest, I didn't."

I didn't think that she had, but then I said, "But you wanted to, didn't you?"

She didn't say anything. "Didn't you?" I pressed.

She sighed and almost inaudibly said, "Yes, yes I did." I don't know why, but the thought of Meredith looking at and even touching Mike's cock had me fired up. "Did you think about fucking him?"

Her head came up, "No! You know that I would never do a thing like that" but there was no conviction in her voice. I pushed her back on the bed and when I fucked her I came so hard that I was surprised that I didn't blow the end right off the condom. Nothing more was said about Meredith's encounter with Mike, but it stayed in my mind for a long time and every time I thought about it, which was a lot because I saw Mike at least three times a week at the rec. center, I went home and gave Meredith a good work out.

It was about two months later when I found out that I wasn't the only one who hadn't been able to get it out of my mind. It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was on my way to the airport to catch a flight for a two-day business trip. I was less than five minutes from the house when I remembered that I'd left a few things that I would need on my trip on my desk in the den. I hung a U-turn and headed back to the house. I was just turning onto our street when I saw Meredith backing out of the driveway. In the conversation that we'd had just before I'd left, not ten minutes before, she'd said she was going to spend her evening sitting in front of the fireplace catching up on her reading. Had something come up, or had she lied to me. Curious, I followed her and ten minutes later she pulled into the drive at Mike and Amy's. She got out of her car and went into the house - didn't knock or ring the bell, just walked right in. Now it could have been something as simple as just visiting Amy, but something in my gut said that was wishful thinking on my part. I headed back home, got my stuff and hurried to the airport to catch my flight.

Two days later I had finished my business and was at the airport getting ready to catch my flight home. On a whim I used a pay phone to call Meredith and tell her that I was going to have to spend an extra day. We exchanged I love you's and I hung up and boarded my flight. When I got off the plane and got my car from satellite parking I drove straight to Mike and Amy's and saw that Meredith's car was parked in the driveway. I drove to the end of the block and turned around so I could park where I could watch the house, I had no idea of what I expected to happen, but something told me that I should sit and watch. Twenty minutes after I had parked another car pulled up next to Meredith's and Stan got out and went inside. Somewhere between eleven thirty and twelve I dozed off and up until that point no one had come out of the house. I woke up around four and Stan's car was gone but Meredith's was still parked there. What to do? Go home and wait for Meredith, or check into a motel and go home at the time she was expecting me? After thinking over the pro and cons of each I decided to go on home and get it over with. I drove home and parked a block away so Meredith wouldn't know I was inside waiting for her and went inside.

I was in the den doing some paper work when I heard the garage door opener start to run. I looked at my watch and it was eight-thirty. I went upstairs and sat on the bed and waited. Five minutes later Meredith walked into the room, saw me and froze. I saw the color fade from her face as I said, "Care to tell me where you have been since I got home at five forty-five yesterday?"

Her jaw was trying to work, but no sounds were coming out of her mouth. "Don't want to tell me? No matter, I can probably guess. I'm betting that you have been in somebody else's bed and that the certain somebody has been fucking you. Close guess? Let's find out."

I got off the bed and went to her and started taking her clothes off of her. It didn't take long because all she had on were her dress and shoes. Her panties and bra were either still at Mike and Amy's or she had stuffed them into her purse. Meredith had tears running down her cheeks as I said, "Let's see what we will find here" as I ran my hand up her leg to her cunt.

"Surprise, surprise. It seems to be quite loose and very, very wet."

I pulled my hand away and it was covered with a whitish substance, "I wonder what we have here" as I looked at it and held it up in front of her face. The tears were flowing faster as Meredith started to cry and then she pulled away from me and threw herself face down on the bed.

When I had made the decision to come home, wait for Meredith and then confront her, I hadn't really given much thought to where we would go from there, but the way she started crying and threw herself on the bed pissed me off. I took off my clothes and walked toward the bed with my hard cock (fueled by the thoughts of Meredith fucking Mike and Stan) leading the way. I grabbed Meredith by her hips and pulled her up to her knees and shoved my cock straight into her pussy. I wasn't surprised when it met absolutely no resistance and I fucked her just long enough to get my cock wet and then I pulled it out of her and shoved the head of my cock at her anal rosebud. Meredith knew what was coming and she screamed, "No, no, please no."

I said, "Shut your fucking mouth, you unfaithful whore" and I drove my cock into her tight ass.

She screamed, "Don't, for gods sake please don't, you're hurting me."

I laughed (an evil mean laugh - not a happy one) "Good! Suffer you fucking slut and think about how much it hurt me to find out what you have been doing behind my back."

Normally when Meredith and I have anal sex I spend a good deal of time working on her ass with thumb and fingers and a lot of KY and then went slow and easy until her "Easy baby, easy" turned into "Yes, yes, oh god yes." This time however it was ram it to her as hard as I could right from the start. It took me almost five minutes to get my nuts off and she was still screaming and begging me to stop. I pulled out of her and walked away. I took my shower, got dressed and when I left for work Meredith was still lying on the bed crying.

When I got home that night dinner was on the stove, but Meredith was no where in sight. I knew she was home because her car was still in the garage so I went looking for her. When I got upstairs I found that our bedroom door was locked and I called to Meredith to unlock the door, but she didn't. I called a second time and still nothing happened. What I did next was foolish since I would have to fix it, but I was pissed. One of my favorite movies was the Quiet Man with John Wayne and in one scene where Maureen O'Hara had locked him out of the bedroom he kicked the door down and said, "There will be no locked doors in this house Mary Kate" and I did the same thing. I kicked the door down and found Meredith sitting in bed reading. I said the John Wayne line - substituting Meredith for Mary Kate - and then I went downstairs and ate my dinner. After I cleaned up the dishes I went into the family room and turned on the TV.

Half an hour later Meredith came into the room and sat down in one of the chairs. Her face was drawn and her eyes were red and puffy, probably from crying. I ignored her. If anything was going to be said she was going to have to start the conversation. When she did it caught me totally off guard because she started out by trying to make me the bad guy.