My wife Sandra pulled back the shower curtain and glanced me over. “Good morning Peanut”, she smirked and arched an eyebrow, “You’re cute” she teased.

I playfully splashed her away. She laughed and closed the curtain. “Oh by the way, I have some friends coming over today” she announced.

“Oh?” I responded, unsure of what was going to happen next.

For the last couple of months, things have been a little strange between us, but in a good way. We had been married for only three years and yet, I recently revealed to my wife that I like to be teased about the size of my penis. At first, she was taken aback and flat out refused to consciously ridicule me, but as weeks passed, she began to indulge me in some of my fantasies. “Is it in yet?” she chuckled as I tried my best to please her. My efforts resulted in condescending laughter and me prematurely ejaculating. She was surprised and amazed by my reaction and it soon became a regular part of our lovemaking. Comment here and a comment there.

Soon thereafter I begged her to compare me to her past lovers. She obliged, commenting that I am by far the smallest man she has ever been with. She began calling me ‘peanut’ a reference to my smaller than average measurements. Although she’d always maintained that size does not matter, she enjoyed my reactions to her teasing. Soon she began calling me names out of the bedroom, which I loved and encouraged.

I became more and more forthcoming and revealed more and more of my fantasies to her. From the very tame to the very extreme. Public belittlement, being exposed as the owner of a small member, being forced to be naked in front of a room of women, and even cuckolding. Some of these she shrugged off, others were a flat out no and the rest were a playful ‘maybe’.

She knew I’d fantasied about being ridiculed about my size in front of her snooty college friends, but… surely this couldn’t be it?

“Who’s coming?” I asked sheepishly.

“Just Angela and Becky” she replied.

Suddenly she pulled back the shower curtain once more, “is that okay baby boy?” she asked.

“uhh, yeah, of course” I replied nervously.

“Sweetie,” she said breaking character for a moment, “are you sure?” she said in a serious tone.

“ummm…” I couldn’t find the words, but my penis did my thinking for me. I was at full mast. My wife glanced down and chuckled, “they’re gonna laugh at your little dicklette”

“I uhh, I know, umm….” I was gobsmacked.

She of course found it hysterical, “I’m going to make you look so silly today” she laughed some more before leaving me with my thoughts.

A few hours later I was downstairs cleaning up, preparing for our visitors. It was a warm day and Sandra had advised her friends were coming over to hang out by the pool. Normally, this would have been fine, but she’d thrown out all of my swimming trunks. If I wanted to swim I’d either wear one of her bikini bottoms or do it in the buff. Either way, I knew I’d be in a constant state of embarrassment. This excited me beyond belief.

Both Angela and Becky had gone to college with Sandra.

Angela is a tall busy brunette with a great deal of sexual confidence. I always found her intimidating. Angela had recently been divorced and was in an ‘experimental phase’ as she’d married young and felt she’d missed out. Sandra had re-shared stories with me about her sex life. Apparently, Angela is a size queen, which makes the idea of being exposed in front of her more exciting. For those of you who don’t know, a size queen is someone who prefers a lover who very well endowed and would choose nothing less. The idea of sexually disappointing someone like Angela drove me bonkers.

Becky was the type of girl I’d always go out of my way to impress. She was playful, fun and often flirty. I’d always detected she liked me on some level and there was always playful banter back and forth. She was a tall athletic blonde and she had sleeve tattoos on both arms. She was outspoken and pretty. I knew she’d see me in a different light soon and this also quite excited me.

At 11am the doorbell rang.

“Peanut, can you get that please?” my wife yelled from the other room.

Nervously, I approached the front door.

Both Angela and Becky were in their swimming gear. Angela was wearing a one-piece and her ‘girls’ were almost spilling out. She completed the look with a wide-brimmed straw hat and a loose hemp skirt. Becky was wearing an itsy bitsy outfit leaving very little to the imagination. She wore a baseball cap and was oddly wearing a pair of red heels. Both looked incredible and I suddenly felt an odd feeling in my stomach. My anxiety was going into overdrive.

“Umm, hey ladies,” I said nervously.

They both shared a look before sharing a chuckle. I felt like there were in on some sort of joke and I was the punch line. With knowing smirks they both glanced down at my midsection.

“Hey, stud!” Becky playfully said.

I visibly turned bright red, as I fumbled with my words and turned into a stuttering moron. It soon dawned on me that my wife already told them what to expect, they somehow seemed different.

My wife emerged from the bedroom as the three of them exchanged pleasantries before exiting through to the patio, “Peanut, how about you get us some drinks?” my wife ordered, “That’s three banana daiquiris and maybe a tall glass of water for yourself” she added, mockingly.

Several minutes later I was in the kitchen preparing four drinks. I was so excited I was visibly trembling. My hands were shaking, I was having heart palpitations.

Out on the patio, all three ladies had made themselves comfortable, sunbaking on the only three deckchairs. As I approached them, I felt as though I was intruding on a private ‘girl talk’ session. They all went silent and hushed to each other as I came in close handing them their drinks.

All three ladies were staring at me, grinning from ear to ear.

“Thank you Peanut,” my wife said.

“Why do you call him Peanut?” Becky asked.

“It’s my little name for him” Sandra smiled locking eyes with me.

“So, Sandra says you have a little pee-pee. Is that true?” Angela asked with a hint of mockery.

I suddenly found myself becoming erect, “umm, I uhh-“

Sensing my terror, my excitement and my arousal, wife chimed in, “he’s fun-sized” she announced, waving her pinky at me.

All three ladies erupted in laughter as I stood there shaking in excitement. It was then that I realized, I had to get out of there. I was on the verge of having a little ‘accident’

“Aww look, he’s excited” Becky declared, pointing at my crotch.

I looked down only to notice my little boner had made a tent in my shorts. In fear, I squeezed my legs together and cupped my crotch with both hands. I must’ve looked so silly. My wife looked a little concerned and broke character, “are you okay?”

“Yep, yep” I said, profusely sweating, “I just, need to use the bathroom” I quickly bolted into the house as their laughter rang in my ears. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I climaxed in my shorts, doubling over in post-orgasmic bliss. As embarrassed as I was, I was glad I didn’t blow my load in front of an audience.

I must’ve stayed in the house for close to half an hour after I cleaned myself up.

After my orgasm, I felt silly. I’m sure they thought the whole thing was odd and silly too. I was mortified, mortified that my amazing wife had convinced her friends to indulge me in my stupid little fantasies. I was embarrassed, but a different kind of embarrassment and I planned to stay out of sight and hidden for the rest of their visit.

Unfortunately, that was not part of Sandra’s plan.

“Peanut! Peanut!” I heard her calling. “PEANUT!” she shouted.

I quickly composed myself, took a deep breath, and made my way outside once more.

“Yes, my love? You rang?” I asked.

They were all tipsy, they’d been sharing, laughing, and having a really good time. My wife decided to take things just a little bit further. It took my completely by surprise.

“Honey, why don’t you undress for us?” Sandra said, which sounded more like an order.

The color must’ve left my face. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What?” I responded.

Both Becky and Angela were looking on with wide-eyed grins, astonished that they were party to this whole spectacle and that I was spineless and powerless. I must’ve looked so pathetic.

“It’s what you want isn’t it?” she teased, “we’ve been talking and we all think you should be naked for the rest of the day” she added.

I nervously looked down at my feet.

“Aww, is winkie a widdle shy?” Becky teased

“Show me that ‘big’ dick of yours” Angela mocked, with an overemphasis on the word ‘big’.

I locked eyes with my wife and she arched an eyebrow at me. She puckered her lips and blew me a kiss. I was putty.

Nervously, I removed my shirt which was met with howls and mild applause. I knew I was in great shape and I knew I looked good without a shirt on.

“Go on! All off now!” My wife literally barked at me.

Afraid and excited, I slowly put my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and, in one swift motion, I yanked them to the ground.

Nerves and post-orgasmic bliss contributed to a particularly shriveled and minuscule penis. I looked down and to my horror, only the pale mushroom tip was visible out of the nest of thick black pubic hair. Not a manly look at all.

Sandra smirked and chuckled triumphantly. Her friends stared at me for what felt like an eternity.

Becky covered her mouth and whispered something to Angela. “I know,” Angela said responding to Becky. The two shared a laugh.

“Ohh, Sandra, you poor thing!” Becky sympathetically empathized with my wife, before adding, “and he looks just like a man, awww…. That’s too bad” she smiled at me.

“I know, it’s such a shame to be married to such a good looking macho man who’s blessed with such an unimpressive little pee-pee” Sandra replied. She held up her thumb and index finger, “He’s almost a woman” she added.

“Too much?” she said, locking eyes with me. Checking in to see if our little game was getting too out of control. Oddly, as nervous as I was, this is what I wanted and right now, I wanted to be naked and judged by these three gorgeous women.

I shook my head ‘no’

“Sandra, you weren’t kidding”. Angela chimed in, “Jeff is probably double his size, at least. He looks like a little boy, Oh my fucking god!” more laughter followed.

“Take a lap sweetie!” Sandra ordered.

“Take a lap?” I responded, unsure of what she meant.

“Run around the pool you idiot! Now!” She practically shouted at me.

Like a moron, I quickly sprinted around the pool as the three of them looked on and howled with laughter. “Again!” Sandra ordered, “Don’t stop till I tell you!”

I ran around the pool again and again as my bits bobbed and jiggled. I thought Becky was going to pass out from all the laughter, her face was bright red.

Eventually, Sandra ordered me to stop and catch my breath. “Come here Peanut!” she ordered.

I stopped and stood before them, “Star jumps!” she said.

“huh?” I responded, still trying to catch my breath.

“10-star jumps! Now!” she shouted at me.

So there I was, doing ten-star jumps, feeling every little bit silly. My bits jiggling and bouncing. I felt sillier and sillier with each second.

Amidst the public display of humiliation, I was forced to endure, I had become erect. All of me was now on display as my erect member throbbed and jutted forth, bobbing with my heartbeat. My little member was now ripe and ready for action. All eager and purple. I was so excited, I could blow at any minute.

“This is too much!” Angela said, in hysterics, “What ‘man’ would agree to this!? You’re so pathetic!” she said to me with a large smile on her face.

“All this time you were just pretending to be a man” Becky added.

“I- I’m sorry” I responded.

“Thank you for your apology. Now apologize for being half a man!” she ordered.

“Sorry, I’m half a man!” I declared. More fits of laughter ensued.

“He’s so pathetic!” Becky declared, “uck! You should not ever be comfortable being naked in front of women. Aren’t you ashamed?” Becky added some more insults.

Insulting, but still playful. Clearly, my wife had given them pointers.

“How big is he?” Angela asked my wife in between Becky’s insults. “Just over four inches!” my wife announced. My face burned red in humiliation.

“Awww, that’s too bad, huh?” Becky teased some more.

“I wouldn’t be able to feel that! He’s just too small for me” Angela declared.

Once more, I looked down at my member and pinched the tip with my thumb and index finger. Another fit of laughter followed, “Only two fingers!? Aww that’s precious!” Becky added.

This was way too much, I suddenly felt on the verge of orgasm once more.

“Peanut! Do you think you can make a little worship puddle for us?” Sandra asked, batting her eyes at me.

Clearly, she wanted me to masturbate in front of her and her friends.

I began jerkin it with my thumb and index finger. My technique was me with more laughter. “No, no, no sweetie! My little Peanut” my wife, Sandra said interrupting me, “You’re not big enough for that, just rub the tip with your right index finger!” she ordered.

She was clearly making me look more pathetic than I was.

Like a fool, I slowly rubbed the tip of my dick with my thumb. I let out a moan which was met with a brief applause. “suck your thumb on your other hand!” Angela ordered.

I obliged, feeling every little bit silly.

It didn’t take too much, but before too long I felt myself trembling and what followed was an intense orgasm. It spurted out on the floor beneath me as I struggled to catch my breath.

Applause followed with howling cheers as I ejaculated in front of my wife and her snooty friends.

As soon as I came down from the high, I couldn’t believe what I had just done and suddenly I felt more silly and embarrassed than I ever had in my entire life.

“Feel better Peanut?” my wife asked.

“uh-huh” was all I could muster.

“You guys have an odd fucked up sex life” Angela announced.