I ran my hand along it, rubbing my palm across the head. That was weird. It felt big and swollen and when I rubbed it I could swear I heard Jeff say s...mething rude under his breath. I rubbed it again, listening closely. He did. He swore. I wonder why?Not that I was given much time to wonder. His hands and mouth were all over me again, stirring me up. There'd been a slight hiatus to all those strange feelings while he got undressed, but it hadn't lasted long enough for them to fade away. Now. It was winter season. I was wearing kurta and sweater and pajama. I put on the rajaai and asked him to put his hands inside rajaai and do the massage. Santosh had already seen me drinking and he knew that I would be half-asleep. Usually he massaged my legs upto thighs but never reached as higher up as to touch my private parts. But that day he took a little more liberty and while massaging, he kept on pressing higher & higher till his fingers started occasionally brushing with my balls. I don’t. Having to only have sex with 7 inch or more cocks and having an extremely active sex life as a young adult, my wife really did not believe a smaller dick can actually make a woman orgasm. That is before she met me or rather after our second evening together. Our first one was a little embarrassing for me and to cut the story short my tiny penis came just after a couple of seconds inside her. I was lucky to get to tap her ass again after that night. But anyway we now are happily married and want. “No, dear,” I whisper almost pleading with her. “Let me.” My arms follow her and my fingers find her clasp. I lean forward and kiss her neck as I momentarily fumble, like all men do, with the hooks that hide her from me. As I move my kisses up her neck to ears, I finally succeed and the bra slides slowly down between us.My kisses travel down her chest as I plant kiss after kiss along my trail. My hands slowly circle in front of her until I feel her warm breasts taking one in each hand my palms.