When I married my wife, l had the privilege of being her first. She had never been with anyone else, so naturally, she didn't have anything to compare me to. Over the years, she seemed content in bed, but every now and then, subtle comments made me wonder-did she think I was just average? Curiosity got the better of me, and one day, I started posting pictures on Reddit to see what strangers thought. The feedback was overwhelming— comments ranged from impressed to outright explicit. It was intoxicating to hear things l'd neer heard from my wife.

Then, things took an unexpected turn. A guy messaged me saying his girlfriend didn't think he was "big enough." He asked if I'd send her a picture-not directly, but as if it had been sent by mistake. At first, it felt risky, but my curiosity and ego got the better of me. I agreed. I sent the picture with a casual "Oops, wrong person." She responded shortly after, cautiously at first, but clearly intrigued. Her first reply was simple: "Oh." Encouraged, I sent another message apologizing, but she replied again, this time saying, "Wow... that's... really big."

From there, her responses became bolder. She started commenting more openly, saying things like, "What a delicious thing... this is gigantic. Way bigger than my husband." Slowly but surely, she let her guard down, and her curiosity turned into full-blown lust. She began sending me pictures of herself, naked and clearly turned on, biting her lip and showing off her body. Every message she sent made me harder, and I couldn't resist sending more pictures of myself in return. Meanwhile, her boyfriend was completely in the dark about her reactions, relying on me to update him. I sent him screenshots of the conversation, and his tone quickly changed from curiousity to panic.

Meanwhile, her boyfriend was completely in the dark about her reactions, relying on me to update him. I sent him screenshots of the conversation, and his tone quickly changed from curiosity to panic. "Please, man, l'm serious. Stop. She's into this way too much." But she didn't stop. She kept messaging me, telling me how much she wanted to touch it, taste it-things she claimed she'd never felt before. I knew I had to cut it off before it went further. Eventually, I stopped responding, leaving her last few messages unanswered.

That night, I went back to bed, where my wife was waiting for me. For the first time, I felt a strange confidence- knew that to someone else, my size wasn't just "enough," it was something more. It made me wonder: does my wife hold back from saying anything because she knows I'm a bit of a pervert? Here's the kicker: a few weeks later, I caught my wife with my phone. She had found the screenshots of the conversation. I thought she would be angry, but when I walked in, I saw her touching herself, staring at the messages and pictures. But that's a story for the next post.

This is a true story. Sometimes / still wonder—does my wife think I'm average, or does she just enjoy keeping me guessing?