Time was running out and they both knew it. Main cause of their problems you might ask? Bad communication? Money problems? Horrible in-laws? Maybe, but the real culprit lay somewhere deep inside Richard’s pants. And when I say deep, I mean you’d need a fucking magnifying glass to find it! You see, poor Richard had a teeny, wittle weenie! So small that he could only handle it with his index finger and thumb; the way a deadhead might handle a joint. And let’s not forget poor Debbie. She was absolutely beside herself with this problem. Let’s just say that although it was a small dickie, it was a HUGE problem. And it didn’t help matters that Dick didn’t have much endurance either. Five strokes, a groan, and a pathetic, “I’m so sorry baby!” was all too frequent. There sex life had been in a deep freeze for over a year!
On a Thursday evening right before lights out, Debbie broke their usual frozen silence with a serious instruction: “Richard, tomorrow evening I would like you to be home at 7:00 sharp. We need to talk.” She put the exclamation point on her stern announcement by reaching over and turning off the nightlight, unconcerned that Dick was still reading his precious Golfer’s Digest. Dick blindly dropped it to the floor and rolled over. He knew this day was coming and he dreaded it. He was already thinking about how he would have to move back to his parent’s home, lawyer fees, splitting up all of their possessions - not to mention the sheer heartbreak.
Friday evening at 7:00 sharp - Dick had always made sure he followed his wife’s instructions to the tee, there was no doubt in either spouse’s mind who ran the show – he entered their modest suburban house through the back door; head hung over in a losing battle with gravity, heart heavier than J-Lo’s ass, and made his way down the hall. That’s when it happened. From the upstairs bedroom he could hear Debbie call out, “Oh Dickie,” that in itself was a good sign as it was her pet name for him, “Hello my lil’ one. Why don’t you get out of your work clothes and join me in the bedroom Sweetie.”
Dick couldn’t believe his ears, “I’m coming honey!” He yelled out as he tripped over himself, frantically disrobing; barely missing the stair post with his head. He flew up the stairs two steps at a time and entered the room, wearing only his boxers; which he preferred since the bagginess camouflaged his miniature manhood. Deborah was stretched out on the bed, wearing nothing but her fishnet stockings, and a dirty little smile. Dick swallowed hard. He was about to leap onto the bed when she put up her hand.
“Hold it right there my little man!” He obediently put the brakes on. “Richard, as I’m sure you know, we are at a crisis point in our marriage and we both know what the crux of the problem is!” With that she glared at his crotch; this was followed by a moment of silence. ‘Need I say more?” He obediently shook his head in agreement. “So dear, after much thought, I have finally come to a solution that I think we can both live with.” He was all ears; anything to save their marriage. “Do you see that box on top of the dresser? Please open it up. It’s a present for you, well, actually….for us,” She added with a sweet smile. Dick picked up the rectangular shaped box, secured with a pretty pink ribbon - Deb love ceremony. He could hardly contain himself with anticipation. What kind of sex toy did his dear, sweet wife purchase to spice up their floundering marriage? The ribbon fluttered to the floor, followed by the lid, and then - he pulled out a massive, black, strap-on dildo, complete with a harness!
Dick almost fainted. “Oh Jesus Deborah!” he exclaimed, “ I’m all for doing anything to save our marriage but, shit, ….I really don’t know if I can handle ....you know…letting you enter me with this thing. It’s huge, and you know how uncomfortable I am even when you try to put your finger in there!”
Deb let out a big laugh. “Oh no you poor thing! That’s not my plan. Look at the inside of it. Do you see how it’s hollow?” Sure enough it was. There was plenty of space; enough to even insert a thick, Italian sausage – let alone something much smaller. She continued, “Well here’s the plan Lil’ Dickie, starting tonight, whenever we fuck, you must wear the ‘black-big-one’… as I like to call it,” she added with a wink. “I had it specially made with your little noodle in mind. It should be able to fit very comfortably inside. In fact there’s so much room, it won’t even feel a thing,” she added with a mocking giggle.
Dick swallowed hard. “Are you telling me that you want me to put this plastic thing over my real penis when we have intercourse?” She responded with a stern snap of her head. There was no doubt that was her plan. “Jesus Deborah, there’s a lot I’m willing to do, but not that! A man’s got to draw the line somewhere!”
This caused her to breaking into a hysterical fit of laughter, much to the chagrin of her husband. When she finally collected herself, she dropped the A-bomb on him. “Richard, dear, sweet Richard, this is not a joint decision. You will do this or I will resort to option two, which you will soon find out is far worse.” Dick burrowed his brow in puzzlement. “Take a look at this,” she said as she handed him a photo. He immediately recognized it to be her co-worker Hugh. How Dick hated that son-of-a-bitch! Deb constantly talked about him; how funny he was, how charming - story after story about what a playboy he was; and Dick had even heard through Deb’s female co-workers what a hunk he was. Deb had even let slip one night, after a bit too much wine, that his office nickname was “Huge.” Looking at the photo, Dick finally knew why. It wasn’t just a friendly snapshot. It was a nudie photo, and Huge was sporting the biggest hard-on Dick had ever seen! It was so big he wondered if the photo had been doctored. His mouth was open in amazement at both; the sheer size of his member, and at the fact that his wife was in possession of the photo. “Yes, Richard, it’s real. Now turn it over and read the inscription.”
Dear Deb, my favorite office slut, I loved that closet blowjob! You’re the first babe in a long time to go deep on me like that! Kudos! Sorry to hear things aren’t going well at home, but if you ever need “Huge” to treat what ails you, you just let me know. You’re one, hot, piece of ass and I’d love to fuck you the way you deserve! - Huge
Richard’s head began to spin! Closet blowjob… go deep on me… hot piece of ass….he couldn’t believe what was happening. He knew she loved to flirt with this clown, but he never suspected this. Deb smiled and said, “Aww my little Dickie, don’t worry, I only sucked him off. Just a way to kill a boring afternoon at the office. That’s all. I haven’t boned him…. yet. But let me make this clear,” her voice took on an ominous tone, “ If you don’t agree to replace that little, dinkie thing with the Big Black One, I will begin fucking Hugh tomorrow night, and every Friday night hereafter! Of course there is another option, the big D. And I’m sure you don’t want that. Can you imagine how embarrassing it would be to have legal documents, with details of our marital problems, read out loud in a roomful of lawyers?” Dick cringed. It was pretty obvious she had him by the short hairs. As he dropped his head in defeat, Deborah smiled in victory. “Okay my little one, put on Blackie and let’s get to fucking!” said Deb with a slutty smile.
Richard slowly peeled off his boxers and revealed his tiny pecker, which of course, after this emasculating defeat, was as soft as can be. Deb’s nickname, “noodle” was no exaggeration, especially when it was in its flaccid stage. He slowly strapped the harness around his waist and delicately stuffed his little pecker inside “Blackie,” as she looked on, pursing her lips, in mock sympathy - as if Richard was a an unfortunate cripple who needed the aid of a prosthetic device….come to think of it… that was the situation! In what was the most humiliating, emasculating moment of his life, Richard got on the bed, crawled between her legs, and slowly entered her slick pussy with his new and improved cock. She could hardly wait. Her juices were already pouring out of her in anticipation of Blackie! At the completion of the first stroke, she let out a raspy groan; for this was the deepest she had ever been penetrated. It was an unbelievable feeling! Dick, on the other hand, didn’t feel anything. However, as he continued to pump, he did feel his noodle start to grow inside its plastic shell, but without any friction to meet it, he was just pumping air! Despite the tears of frustration rolling down his eyes, he was a dedicated husband, and he could see that his wife was in sexual bliss, so he continued to pump, like a well-oil machine, and - with no contact on his dickie, there was no problem with his premature ejaculation ruining everything! Dick was finally the big, stud that Deborah always wanted! And she, always a good wife, was not totally insensitive. She coaxed him on with sweet little whispers. “That’s it my sweet, wittle, Dickie pooh, keep fucking mama with your new cock! There’s no shame in making me happy. And you know how bad I want a big cock in my hungry pussy!!” She was now past the point of no return. And that’s when she added the final emasculating exclamation point! Just as she was nearing a screaming orgasm, she reached over to her night table and picked up the photo of “Huge.” Poor little Dickie, there was nothing he could do but continue to fuck her to completion. He closed his eyes and pumped away, as she held the photo close and let out a blood curdling scream! Seeing Hugh’s monstrous, real, cock had pushed her over the edge. When her groans finally subsided, Dick pulled out and immediately unstrapped the harness. His own little dickie, making its debut appearance, was straining in silent fury. He looked at his wife with the saddest puppy dog eyes she had ever seen.
“Awww, my poor wittle dickie, what’s the matter?’ He was not sure if she was referring to him or his cockette. “Come here and let Mami make it better”
Dick didn’t know what she had in mind, but at this point, any kind of contact would do. As he crawled over to her, Deb sat up and stuck out her hand in a - talk-to-the-hand - style. He was confused. “Go ahead my wittle one, rub it up against Mami’s hand.” He obeyed like the good husband he was. It felt so fucking good; he groaned. Finally some warm contact. As he humped her hand, Deborah barely exerted herself. She just looked into his eyes and smiled, the way one smiles at a little puppy lapping up a bowl of water on a hot afternoon. Finally when he was ready to come, she cupped her hand and softly egged him on. “That’s it my wittle man, squirt it out for Mami.” That was all he needed. Little Dickie groaned, squirmed, and squirted out a cute little load into her palm; after all, with his tiny cock and pea-sized balls, there wasn’t much juice to squirt. Once he finished Deborah held up her hand and instructed her meek husband to open wide. Poor Dickie complied completely, opening his mouth like a hungry baby bird in a nest waiting for its feeding. His sweet wife fed him his own cum, smearing the last drops on his face, in a not so delicate fashion, more designed to clean her hand of the remaining juice, than to continue the feeding.
Well, my readers, thus ends the story of Dick’s plastic surgery, and as you can guess, it was a very happy ending indeed…….at least for Deborah!