Neither my partner nor I have really played around with SPH that much, but we may start after something that happened this morning.

We were just lazing in bed in the early morning, half-awake and half-snuggled together. I wasn’t trying to initiate sex, but nonetheless had morning wood — though my shorts, my cock was lightly pressed up against her outer thigh. As she stirred, she reached down and grazed over it and, apparently thinking it was my hand or finger, gave it a quick grab.

I perked up a bit immediately, obviously, and she started as well, saying something like “oh, that’s not your hand,” with a little laugh.

“Nope,” I muttered.

“I really thought it was one of your fingers,” she said, with another laugh. “Everyone will get a laugh out of it when I tell them later,” she said.

Leaning into the idea, I pressed her for details: “who are you going to tell about that?”

She mentioned the name of a close female friend, and then, to my surprise, added a bit more detail. “She’ll get a kick out of hearing that I thought your dick was one of your fingers. She complains that her husband’s is kind of that size.”

I mock-protested: “my cock isn’t finger-sized, it’s bigger than that.”

At this point, to my surprise and surprising arousal, she really leaned into mocking me. “Then why was I confused, hm? Why did it feel like your finger and not a hard dick? Maybe it’s not as big as you think…”

I was a bit dumbfounded, but my heart was racing, and whatever size my dick is, it was hard. I wriggled out of my shorts and tossed off the bedclothes around me to expose myself. “Oh, no?” I said. “Not big?”

Seemingly sensing that the SPH was turning me on, she was dismissive, but with a knowing wink. “No, you’re really not that big. Barely better than finger-sized, if that. And I’m going to tell [friend] about it.”

I couldn’t help myself and began jerking off. “Fuck, nooo,” I whined. “I’m not that small.”

She cozied up to my side and drew her mouth close to my ear and began to whisper as I masturbated: “Yes, you are, babe, I thought it was your finger. Why would I think that if you had a big cock? Why would I mistake your little cock for a finger unless it was little?”

I was panting and harder than I’ve been in a long time, and could barely squeak out the word “fuck.” She knew I was close to cumming and twisted the proverbial knife: “go ahead, babe, make that little cock cum, jerk your little finger-sized cock until you’re done.”

I WAS done at that point. Holy shit.