The following afternoon, Caroline couldn’t wait to tell Sasha about her night with Marcus. She called her the moment she had a free minute, the words spilling out of her in a rush of excitement and laughter.

“Oh my God, Sasha,” Caroline gushed, pacing the living room as she recounted every tantalizing detail. “He was… incredible. Huge. I’ve never felt anything like it in my life. It was like he knew exactly what I needed, like he could feel how long I’ve been starving for this.”

Sasha laughed on the other end of the line, her voice smug. “I told you, didn’t I? You’ve been depriving yourself for far too long. So, was it worth it?”

“Worth it?” Caroline paused, a grin spreading across her face. “It was life-changing. I don’t think I can ever look at Tim the same way again. Honestly, I have you to thank for this. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be playing the good little wife, pretending to be satisfied.”

“Don’t mention it, babe,” Sasha said, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “Just wait until the next one. Marcus is amazing, but trust me—there are plenty more out there who can blow your mind.”

Caroline laughed, feeling lighter than she had in years. The guilt she thought she might feel had never materialized. Instead, there was only exhilaration, freedom, and a hunger for more.

The following evening, Sasha arrived at Caroline’s house for another night out. She carried a bottle of wine in one hand and a duffel bag filled with clothing options in the other.

“We’re turning heads tonight,” Sasha declared as she dumped the bag onto Caroline’s bed. “Let’s make Tim sweat a little.”

Caroline chuckled as she rifled through the skimpy outfits Sasha had brought. A short, tight black dress caught her eye, and she held it up, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh.

“That one’s perfect,” Sasha said, grabbing a pair of strappy heels to match. “Let’s remind these boys just how much fun we can have.”

As the two women finished getting ready, the bedroom door opened, and Tim stepped in. He froze for a moment, his eyes darting between Caroline’s barely-there dress and Sasha’s equally revealing outfit.

“What the hell is this?” he asked, his voice tight with frustration.

“We’re going out,” Sasha said breezily, applying her lipstick in the mirror.

“Caroline,” Tim said, ignoring Sasha and turning to his wife, “I don’t like this. I don’t like her influence on you. You’re out all the time now, wearing clothes you never wore before. This isn’t you.”

Caroline rolled her eyes. “Tim, we’ve been over this. I’m just having fun. You’re overreacting.”

“No, I’m not!” Tim snapped, his voice rising. “I don’t want you going out anymore. And I don’t want her here!” He pointed at Sasha, who finally turned to face him, a smirk on her lips.

“Aw, poor Timmy,” Sasha said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You don’t like your wife having a little fun? Or is it that you’re afraid she’ll find someone who can actually satisfy her?”

Tim’s face turned beet red. “What are you talking about?”

Sasha laughed, stepping closer to him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. “Oh, don’t play dumb, little guy. Caroline told me everything. About your tiny little dick, about how you can’t satisfy her.”

“That’s enough,” Tim growled, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Or what?” Sasha taunted, her smile widening. “You’re going to lecture me? Please. Face it, Tim. You’re out of your league. Caroline is stunning, sexy, and she deserves so much more than you could ever give her. And now she knows it.”

Caroline watched the exchange with a mix of amusement and unease. Part of her felt bad for Tim, but Sasha’s words rang true. She wasn’t the same woman she’d been a few weeks ago, and there was no going back.

“You can pout all you want,” Sasha continued, brushing past Tim to grab her purse. “But we’re going out, and there’s nothing you can do about it. So why don’t you be a good little husband and wait up for her like always?”

Tim stood frozen, his face a mask of humiliation and helplessness, as the two women swept past him. Caroline gave him a brief glance over her shoulder, a flicker of guilt crossing her face before it was replaced by the thrill of the night ahead.

As the door closed behind them, Tim sank onto the couch, his chest tight with frustration and dread. He could feel Caroline slipping further away, and for the first time, he realized there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The bar was alive with music and energy, the bass pulsing through the air as Caroline and Sasha walked in. Heads turned immediately—men and women alike—drawn to the sight of two confident, provocatively dressed women commanding attention. Caroline wore the tight black dress Sasha had chosen, its hem barely grazing her thighs, and the neckline plunging low enough to leave little to the imagination. The adrenaline of the moment coursed through her, erasing any lingering guilt or hesitation.

The two of them moved to the dance floor, Sasha leading the way with her signature boldness. The crowd seemed to part for them, and soon, they were lost in the music, their bodies swaying and grinding to the rhythm. Caroline felt electric, her inhibitions melting away as she noticed the number of eyes on her.

“Look at you!” Sasha shouted over the music, grabbing Caroline’s hand and spinning her around. “They can’t take their eyes off you!”

Caroline laughed, feeling powerful in a way she never had before. It was intoxicating, knowing that she could command this kind of attention, especially after years of feeling invisible in her own home.

It wasn’t long before the men started circling. Sasha thrived in it, chatting and flirting without a care in the world, but Caroline felt nervous at first. That changed when one man caught her eye. He was tall and broad, with dark hair and a smoldering intensity that made her stomach flip. His confident smirk and the way his eyes roamed her body made her feel desired in a way that Tim never had.

Sasha noticed him too and nudged her with a knowing grin. “Go for it,” she whispered.

Before Caroline could respond, the man stepped forward, his presence commanding as he extended a hand. “Dance with me,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

Caroline hesitated for only a moment before taking his hand. The next thing she knew, she was pressed against him on the dance floor, his strong hands guiding her hips as their bodies moved together. The chemistry between them was electric, and she could feel his growing arousal pressing against her.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured in her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

Caroline felt herself melting under his touch. The music, the attention, and the heat of his body against hers created a whirlwind that she didn’t want to escape.

After a few songs, the man leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Come with me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Caroline nodded, allowing herself to be led off the dance floor and down a dimly lit hallway toward the restrooms. Her heart pounded as they slipped into a single-occupancy bathroom, the door clicking shut behind them.

The moment they were alone, his hands were on her, sliding over her curves as he kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth, her body pressing against his as her hands roamed his chest.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, his lips moving to her neck.

Caroline’s fingers fumbled with his belt, her desire overtaking any thoughts of restraint. When she finally freed him from his jeans, she gasped. He was thick and hard, easily rivaling Marcus in size, and the sight sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.

She sank to her knees, her hands trembling as she took him into her mouth. The girth was almost too much, and her jaw ached as she worked to take him deeper. His groans of pleasure spurred her on, and she felt a sense of pride in the way he reacted to her.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” he said, his hand tangled in her hair.

Caroline felt a thrill rush through her at the praise, knowing this was something she had never done for Tim. For years, she had avoided oral sex with her husband, finding no excitement in the act. But here, with this man, it felt different. Empowering.

After several minutes, he pulled her up, his lips capturing hers in a heated kiss. He spun her around, bending her over the sink. She met his gaze in the mirror as he lifted her dress, pulling her panties down in one swift motion.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

When he entered her, Caroline moaned loudly, her hands gripping the edge of the sink for support. He filled her completely, stretching her in a way that bordered on overwhelming. She bit her lip to stifle her cries, her reflection in the mirror showing her flushed face and wild eyes.

The man’s pace was relentless, his hands gripping her hips as he took her from behind. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her, and she felt herself climbing higher and higher. Her mind raced with thoughts of Tim—home alone, clueless, with his tiny cock that would never be able to give her this. The contrast only turned her on more.

“God, you’re so tight,” the man groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Caroline cried out as she came, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He didn’t slow down, his pace driving her to the brink again before he followed her over the edge, his grip on her tightening as he shuddered with release.

When it was over, Caroline leaned against the sink, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The man smirked, pulling up his jeans as he kissed her on the cheek.

“You’re amazing,” he said before slipping out of the bathroom, leaving her alone to collect herself.

Caroline stared at her reflection in the mirror, her face flushed and her hair disheveled. She felt alive, exhilarated, and completely satisfied. She adjusted her dress, a wicked smile spreading across her lips as she thought of Sasha waiting for her back at the bar.

Her gratitude for Sasha’s influence had only deepened. Caroline knew this was just the beginning. There was no going back now.

Caroline stumbled through the door just past midnight, her heels clicking unevenly on the hardwood floor. Her hair was disheveled, and her cheeks were flushed, a combination of alcohol and the thrill of the night lingering on her skin. The faint scent of sweat and musk clung to her, a subtle but unmistakable reminder of the man in the bathroom earlier. She felt exhilarated, her body still buzzing from the events of the evening.

Tim was waiting on the couch, arms crossed and jaw tight, his eyes narrowing as he took in her state. “You’re late again,” he said sharply, standing as she entered.

Caroline rolled her eyes and dropped her purse on the counter. “Relax, Tim. It was just a night out.”

Tim’s face darkened, his voice rising slightly. “I need to ask you something. Did you… did you tell Sasha about my size?”

Caroline froze for a moment, then turned slowly, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “And if I did?”

Tim’s face flushed crimson, his fists clenching at his sides. “Why would you do that? Do you have any idea how humiliating that is? She mocked me, Caroline. To my face!”

Caroline laughed softly, shaking her head. “Oh, come on, Tim. Girls talk about that stuff. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal! You know how insecure I am about my size!" Tim snapped, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “this is supposed to be private."

“Tim it's not my fault that you're insecure about your penis" Caroline said, her tone shifting into playful mockery as she sauntered toward him. “And you're not going to dictate what I talk to my friends about, embarrassing for you or not.."

Tim blinked, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the words. Caroline grinned, circling him slowly, her voice dripping with teasing cruelty. “What’s wrong, baby? It’s not like I lied. It is pretty small... Isn’t it like two and a half inches?"

“Three and a half!” he snapped back,  his face turning a deeper shade of red.

“Okay!” She laughed sarcastically. “But it’s true,” she continued, enjoying his discomfort. “And it’s not just Sasha who knows, by the way.”

Tim’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with horror. “What?”

“Oh, don’t look so shocked,” Caroline said with a dismissive wave. “Sasha’s not the only one I’ve talked to. A few of the girls at work know too. And, well…” She paused, biting her lip with mock regret. “Let’s just say it might’ve come up in a few conversations when we’ve had drinks. It’s funny, really, don't make a big deal about it.”

Tim staggered back a step, the blood draining from his face. “You’ve been… telling people? About that?”

“Relax, Tim,” Caroline said, her tone light and condescending. “It’s not like they care. It’s just girl talk and I didn't say it in a mean way"

"What did you tell them exactly?" Tim asked.

"Well, I said it was really cute. They asked how big it was, I told them about two and a half inches hard, and I showed them how big it was with my fingers..." Caroline replied as she held up her thumb and index finger in the shape of a C.

"Don't worry, nobody said anything bad about you, they just thought it was funny."

Tim looked like he might collapse from the weight of his humiliation, his hands trembling as he turned away. “How could you do this to me?” he whispered.

Caroline stepped closer, sliding her arms around his waist from behind. “Aw, baby,” she cooed, pressing her body against his. “Don’t be mad at me... I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. It's girl talk. We all shared the size of our partners, you just happened to be the smallest... And you can't expect me to lie to my friends.."

Tim hesitated, his anger and embarrassment warring with his longing for intimacy. Caroline’s hands slid up his chest, her lips brushing against his neck. “You’re so cute when you’re upset,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing.

Tim’s resolve began to crumble, his body responding to her touch despite his lingering humiliation. “I just… I don’t like being talked about like that,” he mumbled, his voice softening.

Caroline turned him around, her hands trailing down his chest as she gazed up at him with a mischievous smile. “Dont be mad at me baby," she said pouting her lips "Let me make it up to you,” her fingers toying with the waistband of his pants.

Tim’s breath hitched, and he quickly began undressing, his eagerness palpable as he tossed his clothes aside. Caroline smirked, lifting her dress just enough to shimmy out of her panties before letting them drop to the floor. She left the dress on, lounging back on the couch with a lazy confidence.

As she spread her legs, revealing herself to him, Tim’s eyes widened, his arousal painfully evident in the small, rock-hard erection jutting forward. Caroline couldn’t hold back her laughter this time, the sound bubbling up unbidden and uncontrollable.

Tim froze, his face burning. “What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice shaking.

Caroline bit her lip, trying and failing to suppress her giggles. “It’s just… nothing,” she said, waving a hand. “You’re just so… cute, baby.”

Her laughter stung, and Tim’s embarrassment deepened, but he didn’t argue. Caroline leaned back further, propping herself up on her elbows. “Come here,” she purred, spreading her legs wider. Tim climbed on top of her eagerly, ready to insert him self into her. "No." She stops him with her hand just as he's about to enter her. “eat my pussy, baby. Make me feel good.”

Tim swallowed hard, his humiliation momentarily forgotten as he dropped to his knees between her thighs. “Of course, Caroline,” he murmured, eager to please her.

As his tongue worked, Caroline sighed, closing her eyes and letting her mind drift. The sensations were pleasant enough, but they paled in comparison to the raw intensity she had experienced earlier that evening. Her thoughts wandered back to the man in the bathroom—his size, his confidence, the way he had taken her so completely. She bit her lip, a wicked smile spreading across her face as she stifled a laugh. If only you knew, Tim.

She arched her back as she reached her climax, moaning theatrically for his benefit. “That’s it, baby,” she said breathlessly, running her fingers through his hair.

When she finally pushed him away, Tim looked up at her with a hopeful expression, his erection still twitching with anticipation. Caroline stood, adjusting her dress and brushing him off with a smirk. “That’s enough for tonight,” she said, patting his cheek. “I’m too tired now.”

Tim blinked, stunned. “But—”

“Goodnight, Tim,” she said, turning and walking toward the bedroom without a backward glance.

Tim remained kneeling on the floor, his arousal unfulfilled and his confidence shattered. Eventually, he climbed into bed beside her, staring at the ceiling as the sting of her words and actions gnawed at him. Caroline, meanwhile, drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile, her mind still replaying the night’s earlier pleasures.