Revised Bigger, Longer, Second Edition If you asked me a few weeks ago, I would have said me and Cassie had a great marriage, a really happy, normal, ten-year marriage. We were just an ordinary married couple in our early thirties. I'm just a normal guy, and my wife Cassie is a normal woman. I think she's pretty, but don't think she's some supermodel who could have any guy she wanted. She's just a normal girl with a big ass and a nice pair of tits. Like I said, we're just your average couple, or at least we were. And then this happened. I won't bore you with the back story now, but all I will say is the first time I saw my wife's fingers wrapped around his cock I was almost overcome with the range of emotions I felt. Inadequate because he was a lot thicker than me Disgusted because that was my wife, and she really shouldn't be doing that. A complete failure because I should have been the one to get her that excited. And I was turned on beyond belief. I was so disgusted by what I was seeing I felt like I was about to vomit, but I couldn't hide from the fact I had the biggest erection I'd had in years. But that's the problem; it should have been my cock, not his. I knew full well it was completely wrong, and I should have put a stop to it, but I didn't. I just let it carry on. And as her lips wrapped around the head of his big thick cock instead of shouting, stop, all I could think was 'she hasn't done that to me in at least six months.' There was just one problem. This was actually my idea. This was my fantasy. I brought this upon myself.