Nancy Doesn’t Do Normal
She needs more
It’s not a subject we often discuss because it’s just an accepted part of our marriage now. The first time I had sex with Nancy was wonderful, but it was also the first time I ever felt my prick was inadequate for a woman. Like any teenage idiot, I measured my hard cock when I was sixteen. At six inches, it was the average size for a white male. It hasn’t changed in size since.
I was 22 years old when Nancy seduced me and proposed to me a week afterward. She was only the third woman I had sex with. There was something about her on that first night we spent together. It forever bound us together in a unique way and forged our relationship for the future. She was on her period, and I removed her tampon, went down on her and worshipped her pussy, and stayed there, giving her orgasm after orgasm.
What I didn’t know at that time was that Nancy was a Jewess, and I was doing something that few Jewish men would do. That left an indelible impression in her mind and lit up the erotic side of her brain.
When I entered her with my prick, I felt none of the familiar tightness I did with the other two women I had made love to in my life. In some ways, that was good because I was excited and might have cum too quickly. In other ways, I knew that I was inadequate for her needs.
She still wanted to leave her husband for me, and I was enthralled with her, and I am to this day. But, the marriage she proposed was a tacit admission that she would always seek out others to give her what I couldn’t. There was nothing vague in the language she used to outline our future.
She told me, bluntly, that I would have to get used to the idea of other men fucking my wife.
Our marriage certainly has lived up to the expectations that Nancy had. Other men had been fucking my wife from within days of our wedding ten years ago. The men she seeks out have what it takes to satisfy her. Nancy is an admitted size queen, and I can’t compete in that category. I still worship her body when I am given the opportunity, though.
The problem is cock size doesn’t necessarily correlate with brain size or emotional power. My wife’s lovers are as complicated as me and maybe smarter and easier to love. It’s one thing to be cuckolded, and it’s another thing to worry about losing the woman you love.
Losing her to a better man and not only to a bigger prick.
I can’t make my cock bigger, but I can make our joint bank account swell in size. I can use the money I have made to take care of her as few men can, and that’s almost enough to feel secure in our marriage.
I’ve also had to accept that others can equal me in that respect and exceed what I can offer Nancy. It’s an annoying fact that there are now two other men who are equally devoted to my wife as I am. This means the only way I can have a part of Nancy now is to share her with them.
We are a unique trio. We don’t know each other, but we know of each other. We each hold a marriage certificate with her name on it, although two are of dubious legality. We know she cheats on all three of us, and we forgive her repeatedly for that. She is the only Jewess I know married in three different churches to three Christian men.
Some women take more because they need more. That’s the only explanation I can give for why Nancy lives the life she does. Her extraordinary existence doesn’t compare to other women, but she makes her life seem like the most normal thing in the world. Just as Nancy needs men better endowed than me, she needs more love and adoration than one man can give her. She needs them to satisfy her emotional needs.
For Nancy, normal isn’t enough.
