Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  Marvin started getting nervous. He felt waves of jealousy every time Shelly went out on any errand and took too long coming home. He pictured her riding some monster cock in some guy’s car or over the back of his couch. When he talked to her on the phone and she sounded out of breath, he pictured her being fucked hard from behind as they laughed about the fact that she was talking to her small dicked husband on the phone while a real man fucked her. If she called while she was eating, he imagined it was a cock in her mouth instead of a slice of pizza.

  Marvin would hang up and feel a lump in the back of his throat. “When the fuck did she start eating so much pizza anyway?”

  He found his cock stirring as he imagined her finishing the guy off and taking his load all over her slut face the way she would never let Marvin do. He took hold of his cock and started stroking his half hard dick imagining himself in the corner watching. After a couple minutes, he gave up and jumped into a cold shower. He had writing to do. Since he couldn’t make his cock bigger, he had to make more money before his marriage was over.

  He might suspect Shelly of cheating and she might have fantasies of locking his limp dick in a cage while a thick cock turned her inside out, but he did not like his prospects of landing another woman with his small cock and thin wallet.

  One night he heard her let out a single groan from upstairs. Marvin paused with his fingers raised over the keyboard. He was halfway done with a political article that might make him twenty-five dollars, if he was lucky. He wasn’t feeling very lucky lately though.

  Another low moan came. Marvin thought it was Shelly again, but it could have been a man. He stood up rolling his office chair back and froze. What if it was a man that Shelly had snuck home? The idea that she snuck someone into their house between dinner and when Marvin went to write was nonsense.

  “What if he climbed up from outside?” Marvin whispered. “That’s the sort of thing a real stud could do even with a rock hard cock.”

  Marvin swallowed and stared up at the darkness at the top of the stairs.

  He left his laptop open and walked slowly to the foot of the stairs. He listened and waited, but no more moans or groans came. Maybe she was finished. He considered going back to his computer to hope that he could earn twenty-five dollars, but he felt drawn. He could have imagined it all as he was paid to imagine things, but he felt he had to know.

  Marvin took the steps one at a time bringing his weight up slowly so as not to create a creak that would alert Shelly or her imaginary bull of his approach. He reached their bedroom and found the door pushed to, but not latched. Was she never going to remember to lock doors? But maybe she wanted to be found.

  He heard a definite male voice grunting out something and Shelly let out a breathless oh. Marvin’s head spun as his hand rested on the knob. This was it. Everything he feared was behind the door. His heart was throbbing in his chest and his cock was as hard as a rock – still below average according to the Internet, but hard enough to cut glass.

  He pushed the door open slowly inch by inch. He did not want to surprise them. He wanted to see as much of it as he could. In his fear, he still wanted the full image of it in his mind.

  As the door opened enough for him to see the bed, Shelly was laid out naked on her back propped up on the pillows. Her body was lit from the shifting colors from the light of her laptop open next to her.

  The busty woman on the screen was taking on three cocks at once. Her ass was red from the guy fucking her in the ass taking a moment to spank her every few pumps. She moaned her breathy approval over the cock in her mouth.

  Shelly pulled at the nipple on one of her size D tits. She spread her knees showing her perfect, shaved pussy and the curve of her full ass under her. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders in curls. She was hotter than any of the women in the videos of her search history.

  Marvin realized he was actually a little disappointed not to see a fat cock working her pussy like he expected.

  The fingers of the hand not teasing her own nipples were dancing over her clit and vanishing inside her pussy over and over. He could hear the wet noises of it from the door hidden in the shadows of the hallway.

  Marvin unzipped and slipped his hard cock out into his hand. He did not want to waste the strongest erection he had in weeks.

  He looked back and forth between the gang bang on the screen that had his wife so turned on, to her hands pleasing herself, and to her eyes that slid half closed with the pleasure pulsing through her body.

  She licked her lips and pulled one of her nipples into her own mouth. Her eyes went to the fucking on the screen as she sucked herself.

  Marvin had never in their entire marriage seen her do that to her nipple. He felt a wave of hot jealousy pass through him. He felt the intensity of it as he stroked his cock and it pulsed through his balls and ass. He gritted his teeth to hold in the moan from the dark pleasure of it. As her fingers sped up pumping in and out of her pussy, he stroked himself to match.

  She seemed to be keeping pace with the men fucking on the screen. The plump girl in the middle of all those cocks shook with each ramming impact. Her ass jiggled in waves and her tits swung around in wild circles. As one of the men fucked her mouth, the head of his cock would occasionally bulge her cheek. Her spit ran off his shaft and balls in strings.

  Marvin imagined Shelly pinned between those men with a cock in every hole, moaning like she loved it, and ignoring that Marvin was watching her be ravaged. Marvin held onto the wall beside the bedroom door as he pumped his fist over his cock watching his naked wife pleasure herself as she watched the gang bang. His fingers caught the precum oozing from the end of his cock and made his shaft slick as he worked himself. Marvin wanted to spit on it imagining himself ramming her wet pussy, but he was afraid to make any noise, so he kept jerking himself through the building heat from the friction.

  She pulled her nipple between her lips until her breast was misshapen and stretched. She parted her lips to show the nipple held between her teeth. Her tongue danced over and around it. Her mouth opened in a throaty moan and her tit fell back into place with the nipple red and swollen.

  She fucked herself with three fingers on one hand and flicked back and forth over her clit with the other. She heaved and gave great moans that flung her breasts up and down with the motion. She was so loud that Marvin assumed she had to want him to know or didn’t care that he knew anymore.

  The laptop bounced on the bed as the girl on the screen dropped to her knees and three cocks splattered her with a shower of cum.

  Shelly went still staring up at the ceiling. Marvin could see the light from the computer glistening off the sheen of sweat over her body and tits. She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked her own juices off with loud slurping noises.

  It was more than Marvin could take.

  He felt his balls tighten and he shot a rope of cum onto the wall. He tried to squeeze his cock to prevent making a mess, but it was too late. He cupped his hand under the head of his cock and caught it all splurt by splurt. His pearly cum pooled in his hand. He let out one tiny peep before he could hold it back.

  Shelly sat up on the bed.

  Marvin kept his arm bent to avoid spilling his cum and he used his sleeve at his bent elbow to wipe the stray splatter of cum off the wall. It was going to leave a stain.

  “Marvin?”

  He waddled to the stairs with cum in his hand and his cock gripped in the other. His pants slid down his ass as he made his way to the bottom of the stairs.

  He heard Shelly walking toward the door. He imagined her ass undulating with each step and her tits swinging. His cock twitched one more time at the thought and a drip of cum hit his shoe.

  The door creaked as it opened the rest of the way. Marvin ducked around the corner out of sight. His pants were around his knees and he balanced the pool of cum in his hand.

  “Marvin, are you there?”

  “I’m down here. Is everything okay?”

  �
�I thought I heard you. What are you doing?”

  Marvin looked down at his hand and shook his head. “Working. Do you need something?”

  “You’re not looking up porn are you?”

  “Are you kidding me?” Marvin whispered. He called out loud. “No, I’m writing. You can come down right now and look, if you want.”

  Silence followed. He actually expected her to appear at the bottom of the stairs naked with a reddened nipple and raw pussy. She would see him holding his cum and she would shame him. The thought of it actually made his cock stiffen a little in his fist again. He found himself hoping it might happen.

  She called from the bedroom again. “Don’t let me catch you watching porn. I won’t tolerate that in my house.”

  His jaw fell open and his eyes narrowed. He called back. “Yes, dear.”

  The bedroom door closed and Marvin waddled toward the downstairs bathroom to clean up.

  ***

  Shelly hung up the phone and put her hands on both sides of her face as she looked at Marvin. “Holy shit.”

  He shook his head. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

  She swallowed once and fanned herself with both hands. Her blouse was unbuttoned enough to show cleavage. Marvin imagined her sucking her own nipple and his cock stirred inside his jeans. The bright afternoon light made her skin glow, but he imagined the flickering light of the laptop shining off her sweaty, naked body.

  She said, “That was Ironhart’s agent.”

  Marvin had to think. He couldn’t place the name. “Is that a company?”

  Shelly dropped her hands and stared at him. “Ironhart. Come on.”

  “Help me out here. Give me a context.”

  She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Sir Holden Spencer Ironhart. He’s a bodybuilder turned actor and director.”

  Marvin nodded. “Oh, yeah, right. He hasn’t been in anything for a while.”

  Shelly rolled her eyes again. “He’s eccentric, picky, and rich enough to do whatever he wants.”

  “Why did his agent call?” Marvin asked. “Does he need a script rewrite?”

  Shelly sighed. “I have been calling him. Unlike you sitting around pulling your pud on your laptop, I’ve been seeking out real work.”

  Marvin felt heat travel up into his face. He thought about all the porn on her computer and the scene she had put on a few nights ago. He was equally angry and turned on. He blinked several times and took a deep breath. “Could you just tell me what is going on?”

  “Ironhart is interviewing biographers to write his life story,” she said. “He has a multi-million dollar advance already and whoever he picks will have the biggest job of their lives. We have an interview this afternoon at his estate up in the hills.”

  “Holy shit.” Marvin jumped up knocking his chair back.

  “Exactly.”

  He reached out to give her a hug, but she held up her hands. “Stop. Is that what you are wearing?”

  He looked down and back up at his wife. “To hug you? I thought I’d go casual for the hug. No?”

  She narrowed her eyes and pointed up the stairs. “Go change into something nice. We are going to do whatever it takes to land this job – whatever it takes. Before you put on something nice, there is a stain on the wall next to our bedroom. I want you to scrub that off right now.”

  A lump caught in Marvin’s throat. Did she know? If she knew he saw her, why was she giving him shit about his behavior? What was this?”

  “What?” He managed to say.

  “Do you have problem doing exactly as you are told, Marvin?”

  He cleared his throat. “No, but I … no, no problem.”

  “Ironhart is a man that expects to get what he wants when he wants it. He has unusual tastes and he can be impulsive. We are not going to blow this chance of a lifetime by giving him anything less than what he wants. There are no excuses for failure here. No hesitation. No faltering. He asks for it and we deliver. This is what we need to show him in the interview this afternoon. Do not blow this for me, Marvin. Swear to me that I can count on you.”

  Marvin swallowed and nodded. “I’ll be everything you need me to be, Shelly. Ironhart will get whatever he wants. We will wow him, I promise.”

  She smiled at him for the first time in as long as he could remember. She pointed up the stairs again. “Go do everything I told you then.”

  Marvin obeyed.

  ***

  They drove back into the hills to follow the direction to Sir Holden Spencer Ironhart’s estate. The trees and grass over the hills were scorched from the last round of wildfires. They drove back deeper away from the damage and into the even wealthier mansions.

  Outside the cobbled drive two guards stopped them at the gate and checked their identification.

  “Step out of the car, please,” the guard outside the driver’s said to Marvin.

  He pulled the handle and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Is there a problem? We were expected. We have an appointment.”

  “Yes, sir,” the guard said. “We still need to search you and your car for weapons. That should have been explained when you made the appointment.”

  Shelly stepped out on the other side. “It was and it is not a problem. Is it, Marvin?”

  Marvin looked over the roof of their car at his wife glaring back at him. “No, no problems.”

  “Raise your arms out from your sides, so I can pat you down,” the guard said. “Higher, please.”

  Marvin raised his arms higher as the guard worked his way down his ribs and over his pockets.

  “You can put your arms down, but step aside, so I can check the car.”

  Marvin dropped his arms and shuffled aside.

  The guard got on his knees and looked under the car. He then felt under the seats inside the car. After that, he folded the seat down and felt around between the seats in the back.

  Marvin noticed the other guard was still patting down Shelly on the passenger’s side. He had worked his way down, but was coming back up again. His fingers lingered in her pockets. Then, he slid his hands down inside her waistband and felt all the way around. He drew his hands back out slowly and squeezed both her ass cheeks.

  The first guard popped the trunk and moved to the back of the car.

  The second guard slid his hands up Shelly’s body and felt both her breasts. He lifted each one and ran his hands underneath. He moved up and slid his hands inside the collar of her blouse around her neck, shoulders and chest.

  She turned her head and Marvin saw that she was smiling.

  His hands felt around under her bra straps inside her blouse. Marvin watched his fingers work under the material of her clothes. He moved his hands back to the front and Marvin was sure that his hands were under her shirt and inside the cups of her bra.

  Marvin tried to lean out and he was sure Shelly’s hand was on the front of the guy’s pants massaging his cock. Her body was blocking his view and he was afraid to move around the car to see because he did not want to upset the guards and mess up their chances of getting inside.

  The first guard closed the trunk and moved back around the driver’s side. He watched the pat down for a moment before clearing his throat. “Mr. Ironhart is waiting.”

  The man pulled away from Shelly. Marvin swore he heard her bra snap. The guy had a bulge on the front of his pants and Marvin couldn’t remember whether it was there before the search started or not.

  They moved aside and the gates opened. Marvin and Shelly returned to the car and he drove forward through the manicured gardens. The gates closed behind them as quickly as they had opened.

  Marvin opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped himself. If Shelly wanted him to know anything, she would tell him. She had made it clear that his only job was to not screw things up today. He closed his mouth without saying anything.

  A man in a tuxedo with tails stood at high, double doors on the mansion at the end of the drive. Marvin made the turn on the curve around a fountain that ap
peared to be the size of a monument with statues of lions and angles that were at least two stories high. He rolled to a stop and the man opened the door for Shelly.

  Marvin gathered the briefcase, laptop, and notebooks before climbing out of his side of the car. Marvin held out the keys to the man. The fellow looked down his nose at them and up at Marvin, “May I help you with something, sir?”

  Marvin cleared his throat. “Do you need me to move my car anywhere before we go inside?”

  The man stared and then turned toward the doors. “It will be just fine where it is until you leave. This is not a hotel. No one else is coming before you leave. Follow me to Mr. Ironhart’s study.”