This is a work in progress: Will write more later. I don't know if anyone is interested in actually reading this but on a previous site called Nworship I would occasionally type up fiction based on my own personal fantasies. I find doing so to be a big turn-on and also feel that it's somewhat therapeutic. If reading this sort of Literotica isn't your thing, then don't read it. I would like to see good comments, if any at all. Negative or shitty comments will earn you an ignore from me. Some or many parts of this might seem cliche or played out but I'm just honestly posting what is going through my mind and if it seems familiar, it could be because I read stuff on this site every night. Without further ado: Joe's Tale: A Man Defeated My name is Joe Smith and I grew up in a small suburban town outside of a major metropolis. All my life I had worked hard competing, first academically and athletically at school. I wasn't the best athlete but I tried hard. After school I went to a prestigious university in the Northeast and studied law. I graduated at the top of my class and landed a job in New York at one of the best law firms in the country. After a few years I was making a million and a half a year. I was young, good looking, and very wealthy. I could have anything I wanted. I worked out at the gym four days a week to stay in shape. In law school I met Kara. She was the love of my life. Growing up I was always girl crazy, especially about red heads. Girls never seemed very interested in me and the few exceptions were very boring brunettes. But I always wanted a red head, with their soft, milky, pale skin, freckles, and pink puffy tits, red heads were exotic and wild. Now that I was in law school and I was actually going somewhere, women began to be interested in me. In law school Kara and I were just friends. But after I got hired on at the firm, I had the confidence to ask Kara out....and she said yes. The woman of my dreams was now mine. Things went well for a long time. Kara and I eventually married. Everything was going perfectly for me. Sexually, the two of us had a wonderful sex life. My cock is an average 6.5" cock but thicker than normal. Kara was good at complimenting me on my equipment. But then one day, I don't know how it started, we had an argument because Kara accidentally called me Ron in the heat of the moment. I immediately became infuriated at this and started asking her who this Ron was. Ron was an ex boyfriend who treated her like shit and dumped her right before I had met her. They had dated for about six months. So, I don't know why but the question just came almost involuntarily out of my mouth, "So was he bigger than me?" Why do we ask women these questions? Anyhow, being that she was already furious with me, she answered "7 1/2 inches and even thicker than you! There are you happy?!" I was visibly upset and she started to feel bad and apologized and told me that I knew how to use mine better, and that softened the blow to my ego. That night I could barely sleep. I kept thinking about some stud with a bigger cock fucking my gorgeous red haired wife and making her moan. But I trusted her, she wasn't the cheating type. After several days I forgot all about the conversation.