Steve – The husband
I was born a working-class girl about 40 miles away from where I live now. I grew up in an ordinary town, lived an ordinary life, and came from an ordinary family. I was academically gifted, and I was the pride of my parents, however I never forgot where I came from. I had an ability to retain knowledge and found schoolwork a breeze. I was going to do what all my friends were doing, leave school and find a job, but I was a straight A student, and it was suggested by a teacher that I studied A ‘Levels. Inevitably, I passed all my A ‘Levels with straight A’s and I was offered a place at Oxford University to study Economics.
I was not sure what I wanted to do, so I went there and hoped I would fall into something. And something I certainly did fall into, I met Steve.
Steve was from a completely different background to my own. His father owned land, and was a stockbroker just like him. I was attractive, all the guys fancied my Italian looks, curves, and big tits. Steve was impressed with my academic abilities; I was impressed that he had a bob or two. Why work when you can ride the donkey?
There were a few flings at university (as you do), but Steve and I quickly became boyfriend and girlfriend and within a few years we were married living in the Oxfordshire countryside. Steve would work 4 days a week down in London, leaving me at home, and then the boredom would set in.
He is not an attractive man. Slim, geeky, glasses, pale as a ghost and talks in a posh voice. He is only 5ft 9, and his dick is only 4 and a half inches. Steve had no idea about sex. Not only was he a conservative by nature, but he was also conservative in the bedroom. His views on sex were like that of a vicar living in the 1930’s.
I talk to the girls back home about him. They call him, “The little blue dick”, referring to his tory nature. How I envy the sex lives of those girls, who go into the most intimate filthy details of how they fuck and like to be fucked by real men. Not the case with Steve. He thinks that real men do not go down on a woman that is not a good start, especially as his dick is only 4 inches. He thinks that real men do not do that, and that is only something lesbians do. He thinks that anal is filthy, and that is something only gay people do. It is unhygienic, filthy, and if God wanted us to do that, that is how babies would be made. He knows he has got a smaller than average dick but says that he read up on the internet and the average size of an erect penis is 5.1 inches and, “I am nearly there”. He thinks that size does not matter, and cliches it’s the motion of the ocean not the size of the ship. He thinks that big dicks in porn films are one in a million men, and sex should be loving and gentle. He thinks that there is no such thing as female ejaculation, and women who claim to do that are wetting themselves and that is disgusting. As you can imagine, my sex life with Steve is nothing to be desired.
For years every Friday night after the “Rose & Crown”, Steve would want to have sex. For years I accepted it, that is the way sex was. My pussy is big and stretches open and wide, I can easily slip 3 fingers into myself when I am playing. As you can imagine when Steve puts his little dick inside me, it’s a bit like a man trying to fill a parachute, sometimes I cannot feel him to be honest. I rarely get turned on, as if I did, it would just slip out. I long for him to cum as quickly as he can, that normally only lasts for a few minutes. I think to myself, “do it for the holiday, and the Porsche at Christmas”, when he is pumping away. He would cum, roll over, fall asleep, and that was my sex life, week in, week out, year in, year out. |
