Joanna and I had been married for eight wonderful years. She was the perfect wife — beautiful, curvy, with a warm smile that still made my heart race and a body that turned heads everywhere we went. I loved her deeply, and she loved me. But from the very beginning, there was one quiet shadow hanging over our sex life: my small dick. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much foreplay I gave her, I could never fully sa...

The drive home from Marcus’s house was quiet. Joanna’s hand rested possessively on my thigh the entire way home. She looked beautifully exhausted from her long night with Marcus. Her eyes were heavy, skin glowing, and body relaxed in a way I never seen before. Every so often, she would let out a soft, contented sigh and shift in her seat. Joanna was clearly still feeling the effects of everything Marcus had done to her. S...