Ellen replaced my cock - CuckoldPlace.com

No time to really dig in and write top to bottom...just some vignettes that led to this blissful, torturous space.

Dildo shopping with her. She enjoyed teasing me, taking the headgame ever further, comfortable now with the mental slap across my face that never failed to redden my cheek when she talked about my inadequate cock. She said we'd spend the entire day on one goal; finding the perfect dildo to replace me. We'd start in the village, checking sex shop after sex shop for , as she called it, "Mr. Right."

We passed over the typical, everyday 'doc johnmisters' and jelly dongs, she had her heart set on something very realistic, something fat, veiny, and heavy. One shop had an astounding array, displayed in glass cases like jewelry counters, you had to ask the pretty clerk if she'd let you check them out. Ellen and I both reddened as she asked to see this one and that, the clerk plopping them on the counter in a casual everyday manner, touting the positive points of each, suction cup base, lifelike cyberskin, curved to reach her g spot. I wondered for a moment how this clerk's boyfriend could measure up, or if one of these ersatz dongs was her boyfiend. Looking at the glow on Ellen's face as her little fingers squeezed each in turn, I knew one of these rubbery replicas would soon be Ellen's boyfriend. I whispered in her ear how hot she was, how hard she was making me. She said aloud, for the clerk to hear, "Well let me know if it gets as big as any of these and I might just care." They both giggled, and I burned to my ears with shame.

Before we left Manhattan that night, we stopped for dinner at a romantic out of the way place, a Harlequin themed little Italian place, they seated us on the torchlit patio, our table with candle glow, lovers paired off at the tables all around us. Ellen was flush with the eroticism of the entire trip, she looked across the candle at me with a knowing smirk.

"You realize that all these couples will probably be going home to have sex...everyone here but you, probably. Think about it. Even these waitresses will probably have boyfriends waiting, but no sex for you. I have a bigger, better cock now, and I don't plan on settling for yours again," her brilliant, devious mind giving me the lowdown I needed. "Think of it like this," she said, "the lifeguard just blew her whistle...all little dicks out of the gene pool now!"

We drove home to Albany, I driving , Ellen eagerly unwrapping the four dildos we narrowed it down to. All shades of black, all realistic, all far superior to my own cock. I could smell her wetness, my little cock straining in my pants like a little dog straining on a leash. But my loving blonde girlfriendwas no longer wet for me, she was wet for a fat, fake, mansized cock. I drove the northway in darkness, and near Kingston, she could stand it no more, she chose one and worked it into her yoni. Her high pitched whimper, the soft squishy sounds set a pattern like the rhythm of wet galoshes in the rain.

She worked it and worked it, confident finally that she wouldn't have to rush, knowing that her partner would not become flaccid, and at last I saw the kind of sex my girlfriend was capable of. I could never compete, and I doubt she'd let me try. She neared orgasm, her words to me revealing where this all may lead. "This dildo will work just fine, for a while," between crests of pleasure," but the next time we go to Manhattan, mmm, it will be to meet a man with a cock like this. Mm hm. Get used to the idea. Oh god, get used to the idea, get used to the idea," like a mantra. The words still ring in my ears.