Marina sat on the plush armchair in her living room, her long legs crossed and a glass of wine in her hand. She swirled the ruby liquid around, her mind elsewhere.
"Honey, is everything alright?" her husband, James, asked, sitting across from her on the couch.
Marina sighed and put her glass down. "I've been thinking..." she began, her voice hesitant.
James raised an eyebrow. "Go on..."
Marina took a deep breath. "I'm not satisfied with our...sex life," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
James looked taken aback, but Marina quickly reassured him. "I still love you, and I respect you. But I can't help but feel like there's something missing."
James nodded, understanding. "What is it that you want?" he asked.
Marina looked down at her hands. "I want to try something...different," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to try a larger size."
James's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything.
Marina continued. "I know it might sound crazy, but it's something I've been thinking about for a while now."
James took a deep breath. "I want to make you happy," he said. "If this is something you want to try, I'll help you fulfill this fantasy."
Marina's face lit up. "Really?"
James nodded. "There's a man at my work with a reputation for having an impressively large member."
Marina's eyes widened. "You're serious?"
James nodded. "His name is Michael."
Marina was intrigued. "Can I meet him?" she asked.
James smiled. "I'll invite him over for dinner," he said.
Marina nodded, her heart racing. She couldn't believe what was happening.
* * *
Michael arrived at their doorstep, and Marina couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his pants. She excused herself to the restroom, her mind racing.
As she sat on the toilet seat, she couldn't help but touch herself. She imagined what it would be like to have Michael inside of her. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan.
When she returned, she could barely make eye contact with Michael, feeling both embarrassed and turned on.
They made small talk over dinner, but Marina could barely focus. Her mind was elsewhere.
After dinner, they moved to the living room for drinks. Marina sat next to Michael on the couch. She could feel his leg pressed against hers, and she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to feel him inside of her.
James noticed the tension and excused himself to bed, leaving Marina alone with Michael.
Marina looked at Michael, her heart racing. She knew what she wanted, but she was scared to ask.
Michael, sensing her hesitation, leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Do you want to see it?"
Marina nodded, unable to speak.
Michael unzipped his pants and pulled out his large member. Marina gasped, her eyes widening.
She reached out and touched it, her heart racing.
This was it. This was what she wanted.
And she was going to take it.
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