But I didn’t care. He was making me feel so well-taken-care-of that I was in heaven. Then, two months later I happened to run into his fuck-buddy in...a restaurant. She had never actually seen me. She had only witnessed Alex getting the slap of his life.I couldn’t pass up the chance to learn some more about the floozy who had nearly ruined my upcoming nuptials. So I slid into the booth next to hers. She was effusively telling her friend about her lover who was, to quote her, “An orgasm machine.”. ’ I strained to remove those grave thoughts from my mind because I loved him and his cock was all I needed and it was enough for me (no matter how small it was in the grand scheme of cocks).Few days went by and it was safe to say those thoughts of bigger dicks were out of my mind. The sex was back to being great and I was satisfied once again. That was until one day I saw a message saying, “I miss you baby and I cannot wait to see you, your tongue and your dick again, lol” accompanied by a nude. "He stood in front of me, then, and looked carefully into my eyes. As he did so, he casually reached down and took hold of my hard cock through my boxers and began running his fingers over it, apparently assessing its size and degree of erection."Very good. At least seven inches here, right, Mr Foreman? Oh -- you may speak to answer my questions, by the way." Oh, yes," I answered happily. "At least seven, maybe eight when I'm really hard." Ah. Very good," he said again. Stepping back a bit, he. Several dates later we spent a lovely evening at a drive in movie. I had already seen the film but actually had little interest in it. It took little time before we were hugging, kissing and I had placed my hands under her bra and was feeling here breasts.36c's, I now know, but then they just felt delicious in my hands. To make a long story short, we began to live together six months later and after seven years of living together we married and are still happily together. But, this story isn't.