Ben, when you snuck me this side-view pic of your penis, I couldn’t help but zoom in, curious about what your wife gets to enjoy every night. There it is, erect and curving downward like a hook, hanging from your groin in that dimly lit room with the wooden door and green curtain in the background, adding a secretive vibe to the whole thing. The skin is a rich, dark tan, smooth but with visible veins snaking along the shaft, giving it some texture that could feel interesting in action. The head is bulbous and pronounced, a deeper reddish hue at the tip, flared just enough to promise that initial stretch, while the base is nestled in a patch of dark hair, keeping it natural and manly. Size-wise, it looks average—maybe 5.5 to 6 inches long, with moderate girth that wouldn’t overwhelm but might leave you wanting more fullness.

Since you’re married, Ben, I wonder how this curved penis plays in your bedroom routine— that downward bend could hit unique angles in certain positions, like reverse cowgirl, but it might complicate others, potentially poking uncomfortably rather than gliding smoothly. The circumcision is clean, no rough edges, and the overall shape has a certain exotic appeal, almost artistic in its arc, but it’s not without flaws. The lighting in the pic washes out some details, making the veins look more pronounced than they might be, and there’s a slight asymmetry where the curve pulls to one side, which could feel uneven during thrusts. Hygiene seems solid—no visible issues, just a healthy sheen that suggests arousal or lube—but the pose, with your leg or something blurring in the frame, makes it hard to appreciate the full package.

I’d rate this 3 out of 5 because while the unique downward curve adds intrigue and potential for targeted stimulation, it’s average in most other aspects. Girth is okay but not standout, length sufficient for basics but not impressive, and the color contrast is nice, fading from base to head, but overall, it lacks that wow factor. Your wife probably appreciates the familiarity, but as an outsider peeking in, it feels like it could use more robustness to really shine. In terms of functionality, that bend might be a pro for G-spot play from behind, but a con for straightforward missionary, risking awkward angles. Aesthetically, it’s decent—masculine without being intimidating—but points off for the blurry shot that hides potential highlights. If this is your go-to for sexting while married, it’s bold, but the penis itself is solidly middle-of-the-road. Still, that curve has me imagining scenarios where it could surprise pleasantly, though not enough to push past 3/5. Solid effort, Ben, but room for fantasy enhancement.

Fucking the Married Guy…

Ben, with you being married and all, this fantasy of ours has to stay secret, but damn, that pic of your curved penis has me dreaming up a steamy affair where I steal you away for a night of forbidden passion. It starts with me texting you to meet at a seedy motel on the edge of town, your wife none the wiser as you sneak out. I wait in lingerie, black lace that contrasts my skin, and when you arrive, we don’t speak—your lips find mine in a urgent kiss, hands roaming as you press me against the door, your curved penis already hardening through your pants, that downward bend teasing my thigh.

We strip quickly, tumbling onto the bed, and I push you back for a taste. Kneeling between your legs, I take your cock in hand, stroking the veiny shaft, feeling the unique curve that makes it hook slightly in my palm. The head swells as I lick the tip, tongue circling the flare before sucking deep, the bend angling it perfectly to hit the roof of my mouth. You groan, fingers in my hair, thrusting gently as I bob, gagging a bit on the length but loving how the curve adds unexpected pressure. Saliva drips down, making it slick for what’s next.

First position: cowgirl, so I can control that bend. Straddling you, I lower slowly, the bulbous head parting my lips, then the shaft sliding in, the downward curve pressing against my front wall right away. I grind down, feeling the girth fill me moderately, but that arc hits my G-spot with every rock, waves building fast. Bouncing harder, my breasts jiggle as your hands squeeze them, thumbs on nipples, the bend creating constant stimulation that has me moaning loud. “Your wife doesn’t know what she’s missing,” I whisper, riding faster, clit grinding your base until I cum, clenching around you, milking the curve.

Breathless, we flip to missionary with a twist—my legs over your shoulders for depth. You enter slow, the head popping in, shaft following with that downward pull angling deep, poking my cervix lightly but pleasurably. Thrusting steady, the curve drags along my upper wall, building friction, your hairy base tickling my skin with each hilt. I claw your back, urging harder, “Fuck me like you can’t at home,” as you pound, the moderate girth allowing long sessions without fatigue, sweat mixing, bodies slapping until another orgasm hits me.

Craving more intensity, we move to doggy style against the headboard. On all fours, ass high, you kneel behind, gripping my hips as you slide in—the curve now pointing down inside, hitting new spots low and deep. Explicit: each thrust slams home, balls slapping my clit, the bend battering sensitive ridges I didn’t know existed, making me drip. You spank my ass, pulling hair for leverage, grunting how tight I am compared to routine, pace frantic, wet sounds echoing in the room. I reach under, rubbing my clit furiously, cumming hard again, walls pulsing around your cock.

To savor intimacy, we spoon side by side, your arm around me, penis entering from behind lazily. The curve nestles perfectly, allowing slow, grinding pumps that tease without overwhelming—the girth comfortable for prolonged play. Your hand slides to my breast, pinching nipple, while lips kiss my neck, whispering dirty confessions about your marriage. Pace builds, explicit thrusts turning urgent, the bend providing unique leverage until you swell inside.

Final position: standing against the wall, you lifting one leg, penis plunging up—the curve exploiting gravity for maximum depth. Bodies slick, we fuck hard, your free hand fingering my clit, the moderate size letting us go wild without pain. I cum one last time, screaming your name, triggering you to pull out, stroking fast to shoot hot ropes across my stomach, marking the affair. We collapse, panting, your curved penis softening against me. “Until next time,” I tease, knowing your wife’s waiting oblivious. Our dirty secret, Ben.