“That was nice.”
Nice. That was the…nicest word she ever used to describe their lovemaking after 15 years of marriage. Yet even when they were first married or even engaged, she’d never really seemed to enjoy it. Oscar knew he wasn’t a great lover but then, how many men were? And yes, he wasn’t all that well endowed but he was certainly at least average.
He’d wondered many times over the years if his wife, Irene, even enjoyed sex. For a few years early on he’d been able to persuade her to give it up twice a week but for the last 13 years, once had been the average. Maybe even as little as three times a month. But that didn’t explain the number of times he’d caught his wife pleasuring herself in the shower or when she thought he was out of the house early in the morning. She didn’t own a vibrator, but he knew she diddled herself at least occasionally and that made him think what he actually saw was just the tip of the iceberg.
The worst part was having heard her scream when she came in the bathtub one day when he came home early. He was going to surprise her and yet she ended up surprising him. He heard her soft moans from the bathroom and tiptoed toward it. The cries were low and muffled punctuated by an occasional, “Oh, God!” or “Yes! Please fuck me harder!”
When she came, she unleashed a torrent of energy and romantic profanity that sent him into a tailspin. Evidently she did enjoy sex; just not with him.
In the five years since that event, something he never once mentioned to her, he’d gone back to pornography to try and find something to provide sexual satisfaction or at least relief. He looked at everything from soup to nuts. Lesbian sex, group sex, interracial sex, sex with MILFs or 18-year olds, and even strange fetishes like ‘feeding’ where a man’s only desire was to get his lover so incredibly fat she could no longer even move.
One day he was looking at a category called “Wives” and saw something that flipped a switch. The husband was filming his wife having sex with another man. As some unknown man fucked her, her husband recorded it telling her how hot she looked while she was clearly very much into it. The more of these videos he watched, the more his fascination grew. In many of them, the wife even allowed her love to cum inside her leaving a large, white cream pie dripping from her pussy after he withdrew.
But the thing that pushed him over the edge was a video in which the wife told the husband to ‘clean her up.’ He sat down the video camera and lapped up every drop of the other man’s cum. There was something about being denied access to her pussy and even being controlled by her that ‘did it’ for him. He had the biggest, raging hard-on he’d even had and when he wanked later that evening fantasizing about it, he came like he’d never come before.
Irene’s Awakening
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A good start. Hope to see additional chapters soon.
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(Chapter 02)
Oscar hadn’t even heard the word ‘cuckolding’ before and had always passed by that category on the porn sites he watched. Out of sheer curiosity, he clicked on it one evening and that click forever changed his wife. Sure, he knew the videos were set ups. They were clearly canned or staged, but that didn’t matter.
The thought of his own wife cuckolding him turned him on like nothing else ever had. He fantasized about her bringing home a very tall, extremely handsome, younger man who was incredibly well-endowed. Irene would take them both to the bedroom and sit Oscar in a corner where he would be made to watch. He would watch because that was all he good for. He couldn’t please her and he knew it. Irene had long known it and she took great pleasure in reminding him. “Why would I want that tiny little thing of yours when I have this?” she asked holding his massive organ in her hand. It was at least twice as thick as his and a good five inches longer. And while Oscar wasn’t a bad-looking guy, this young man was gorgeous. Male-model gorgeous. Oh, and he could fuck for half an hour while Oscar was lucky to last 4-5 minutes. So of course she would want him.
He would sit and watch in fascination as she kissed, sucked, and fucked her handsome young lover occasionally reminding him he could never satisfy her. As his huge cock filled her nice-trimmed pussy, she would look over at him and say, “This is what a woman really wants. Not that tiny, pathetic thing between your legs.”
As much as this turned him and as often as he used it as his only fantasy now when making love to her, what he really wanted was to be able to share this with her. And yes, his deepest, darkest secret would be that she would understand. That she would love him enough to do this for him. That she would show her love agreeing to take a lover; one who might even live with them part-time, taking his place in their bed when he stayed with her. It wouldn’t be something she did but hated. It wouldn’t be something she had to fake. She would gradually learn to love pleasing her husband by taking pleasure from a handsome, well-endowed lover while shaming and humiliating him even as he fucked her and with any luck, regularly came in her pussy. Were she to get pregnant with another’s man’s child, well….
As he was making love with her that evening, he dreamed of being forced to wear a condom that would prevent him from being able to have an orgasm. It would also serve another purpose—to keep his ‘dirty’, unwanted cum out of her pussy. Only her lover’s cum could ever be inside her; her lover who would kiss her, eat her out, and fuck her while he watched. If she demanded he clean her up afterward…. That thought pushed him over the edge and he came very hard as he imagined being cuckolded by his beautiful wife.
Oscar hadn’t even heard the word ‘cuckolding’ before and had always passed by that category on the porn sites he watched. Out of sheer curiosity, he clicked on it one evening and that click forever changed his wife. Sure, he knew the videos were set ups. They were clearly canned or staged, but that didn’t matter.
The thought of his own wife cuckolding him turned him on like nothing else ever had. He fantasized about her bringing home a very tall, extremely handsome, younger man who was incredibly well-endowed. Irene would take them both to the bedroom and sit Oscar in a corner where he would be made to watch. He would watch because that was all he good for. He couldn’t please her and he knew it. Irene had long known it and she took great pleasure in reminding him. “Why would I want that tiny little thing of yours when I have this?” she asked holding his massive organ in her hand. It was at least twice as thick as his and a good five inches longer. And while Oscar wasn’t a bad-looking guy, this young man was gorgeous. Male-model gorgeous. Oh, and he could fuck for half an hour while Oscar was lucky to last 4-5 minutes. So of course she would want him.
He would sit and watch in fascination as she kissed, sucked, and fucked her handsome young lover occasionally reminding him he could never satisfy her. As his huge cock filled her nice-trimmed pussy, she would look over at him and say, “This is what a woman really wants. Not that tiny, pathetic thing between your legs.”
As much as this turned him and as often as he used it as his only fantasy now when making love to her, what he really wanted was to be able to share this with her. And yes, his deepest, darkest secret would be that she would understand. That she would love him enough to do this for him. That she would show her love agreeing to take a lover; one who might even live with them part-time, taking his place in their bed when he stayed with her. It wouldn’t be something she did but hated. It wouldn’t be something she had to fake. She would gradually learn to love pleasing her husband by taking pleasure from a handsome, well-endowed lover while shaming and humiliating him even as he fucked her and with any luck, regularly came in her pussy. Were she to get pregnant with another’s man’s child, well….
As he was making love with her that evening, he dreamed of being forced to wear a condom that would prevent him from being able to have an orgasm. It would also serve another purpose—to keep his ‘dirty’, unwanted cum out of her pussy. Only her lover’s cum could ever be inside her; her lover who would kiss her, eat her out, and fuck her while he watched. If she demanded he clean her up afterward…. That thought pushed him over the edge and he came very hard as he imagined being cuckolded by his beautiful wife.
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(Chapter 03)
As he came, he knew she hadn’t. She was just too kind to so say. So she told him, “That was nice” just like she always did.
As he lay there long after she fell asleep, he knew the time had come. He HAD to tell her. And he had to find a way to make his case without scaring her off or driving her away. He knew he’d been dreaming of this for several years and it would all be brand new to his wife. He couldn’t expect to just tell her what he wanted—what he needed—and have her say, “Oh, okay. Why didn’t you just tell me this years ago?”
Before he drifted off to sleep himself, he formulated a tentative plan; a plan he hoped and dreamed and even prayed would work.
The following evening, Oscar asked if he might have a few minutes of Irene’s time to talk. “Of course,” she said. “Is everything okay?”
“I don’t know, honey. I guess that’s what I need you to tell me.”
She looked at him in a way that said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Do you still love me?” he asked.
She stopped what she was doing and said, “What kind of question is that? Of course I love you. Why would you even ask that?”
“I guess I just needed to hear it from you. You don’t say it too often anymore and well, based on the way things are in the bedroom, I couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps your feelings had changed.”
Irene was almost indignant as she said, “Oscar, that is one of the worst things you’ve ever said. Things are…fine in the bedroom. Many people who’ve been married as long as we have probably ‘do it’ a lot less than us. I have no complaints but obviously you do. So…let’s hear them. Go ahead, tell me. I can’t wait to hear how much I disappoint you. No wait! Let me guess. This is a prelude to telling me you want a divorce or that you’re having an affair or that you don’t love me! Which is it? What am I doing that’s so wrong that you’re not happy?”
He could tell if she was angry or about to cry or both. He reached out to touch her and she said, “Don’t! Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare touch me.”
He backed off and looked at her and waited for her to look back. “Irene. Sweetheart. It…it isn’t you. I swear. And I’m not having some kind of affair and I don’t want anyone else. Honey, I’m still so in love with you. All I want is for you to be happy. That’s it. And I know you’re not.”
As he came, he knew she hadn’t. She was just too kind to so say. So she told him, “That was nice” just like she always did.
As he lay there long after she fell asleep, he knew the time had come. He HAD to tell her. And he had to find a way to make his case without scaring her off or driving her away. He knew he’d been dreaming of this for several years and it would all be brand new to his wife. He couldn’t expect to just tell her what he wanted—what he needed—and have her say, “Oh, okay. Why didn’t you just tell me this years ago?”
Before he drifted off to sleep himself, he formulated a tentative plan; a plan he hoped and dreamed and even prayed would work.
The following evening, Oscar asked if he might have a few minutes of Irene’s time to talk. “Of course,” she said. “Is everything okay?”
“I don’t know, honey. I guess that’s what I need you to tell me.”
She looked at him in a way that said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Do you still love me?” he asked.
She stopped what she was doing and said, “What kind of question is that? Of course I love you. Why would you even ask that?”
“I guess I just needed to hear it from you. You don’t say it too often anymore and well, based on the way things are in the bedroom, I couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps your feelings had changed.”
Irene was almost indignant as she said, “Oscar, that is one of the worst things you’ve ever said. Things are…fine in the bedroom. Many people who’ve been married as long as we have probably ‘do it’ a lot less than us. I have no complaints but obviously you do. So…let’s hear them. Go ahead, tell me. I can’t wait to hear how much I disappoint you. No wait! Let me guess. This is a prelude to telling me you want a divorce or that you’re having an affair or that you don’t love me! Which is it? What am I doing that’s so wrong that you’re not happy?”
He could tell if she was angry or about to cry or both. He reached out to touch her and she said, “Don’t! Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare touch me.”
He backed off and looked at her and waited for her to look back. “Irene. Sweetheart. It…it isn’t you. I swear. And I’m not having some kind of affair and I don’t want anyone else. Honey, I’m still so in love with you. All I want is for you to be happy. That’s it. And I know you’re not.”
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kaskap79
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Very good story, I am waiting for the next chapter to see how Irene will react and hopefully give her husband what he and she wants. Her to enjoy a big cock and him to clean her up.
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Please continue.
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Thanks for the feedbackkaskap79 wrote:Very good story, I am waiting for the next chapter to see how Irene will react and hopefully give her husband what he and she wants. Her to enjoy a big cock and him to clean her up.
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(Chapter 04)
Her look softened but she didn’t speak. His reply took her by surprise so much she was now thoroughly confused.
“Listen. I know I’m not all that great in bed,” he began. “In fact, I’m pretty awful.”
Irene’s entire demeanor changed. “Oh, Oscar. Honey. No. That’s not true. You’re…you’re fine in…you know…that area.”
He shook his head and said, “We both know that’s not true. I wish it were, but it isn’t and there’s no need to keep pretending it is.” He reached out his hand again and this time she took it. “Irene? I…I’ve never spied on you, but I’ve…I’ve walked in before when you’re, you know…pleasuring yourself.”
She pulled her hand back and said, “You what? You watched me in my most private moments? How could you?”
“It was intentional. I just couldn’t bear to interrupt you then and I have to mention this now because it was when I saw you that I know how much you enjoy sex.” She started to speak but he kept going. “You still love sex, you just don’t love it with me and I understand that.” He held up his hand and said, “Please, let me finish. First of all, I’m so sorry for violating your privacy. I had no right. But believe me, honey. It wasn’t intentional. Second, I know I’m a lousy lover. I’m too small, I can’t last more than a few minutes, and although I’m not an unattractive man, I can’t possibly be handsome enough for you so….”
She finally broke in and said, “Okay, stop this. Stop it right now. You’re my husband. I love you. So what if you’re not great at this one thing? Sex is more than just having a great orgasm.” She paused and he could tell she was struggling to find the right words. “But I can…I can have great orgasms…later. Alone. What matters is the closeness we share when we make love. And it matters to me that you are satisfied so….”
“So that means you’re not satisfied.” She tried to disagree but Oscar wouldn’t let her. “No, it’s okay. It’s okay because it’s the truth. I don’t satisfy you. Even when I do my very best, I don’t satisfy you and that’s because…I can’t.”
“Oscar, no, that’s not true. I love you….”
“Irene? I know you love me. That’s not in doubt. And I love you. You have to believe that. But you also have needs. Needs I can’t fulfill and that’s been bothering me so much lately I can’t stand it any more. I want you not only to love me, but to be happy and a part of that is getting your needs met.”
“Needs. Desires. This is just nonsense,” she said but not convincingly. “I’m fine. I don’t need this kind of great sex you seem to be talking about. What we have is…nice. It’s…comfortable. It’s…enough. Really.”
He shook his head again and said, “No. No it’s not. It’s never been enough and you deserve so much more and I want to help.”
Irene’s eyes lit up as she said, “Are you talking about seeing a therapist? Maybe a sex therapist? Someone who can teach you to…I mean, teach us to make sex more fulfilling? I think that’s a wonderful idea!”
He slid closer to her and brushed her hair back. “No, not a therapist, sweetheart.”
She took his hand and held it and said, “Then I don’t understand. What exactly are you talking about?”
He took a deep breath before he spoke knowing what he was about to say could have far-reaching consequences for their future. “I want you to give me a few moments to explain this. I want you to promise you’ll listen and withhold judgment until I’m through. Can you do that for me? Please?”
She could see the genuine concern in his eyes so she said quietly, “Yes. Yes, of course. Say whatever’s on your mind and I promise not to criticize you. I can’t promise I’ll like what you have to say or agree with it, but I can promise I won’t judge you for it. So…go ahead. I’m listening.”
“Irene. Sweetheart. I want to encourage you to consider something—with my complete and total blessing, of course. Remember, this is my idea. This is something I want…for you…because I love you so much and because I know I can never make you truly happy. Yes, you said you’re ‘happy’ but you’re obviously not fulfilled in the bedroom and it’s obvious I can’t fulfill you. I want to, I just can’t. But I can make sure you’re fulfilled by offering this to you.”
Her eyes were moving rapidly between his as she assessed his honesty as he spoke. “Go on. I’m listening,” she said supportively.
“Honey, I honestly think it would be wonderful for you…for both of us, actually…if…if you were to allow yourself to have…to have a boyfriend. With my complete approval, of course.”
Her look softened but she didn’t speak. His reply took her by surprise so much she was now thoroughly confused.
“Listen. I know I’m not all that great in bed,” he began. “In fact, I’m pretty awful.”
Irene’s entire demeanor changed. “Oh, Oscar. Honey. No. That’s not true. You’re…you’re fine in…you know…that area.”
He shook his head and said, “We both know that’s not true. I wish it were, but it isn’t and there’s no need to keep pretending it is.” He reached out his hand again and this time she took it. “Irene? I…I’ve never spied on you, but I’ve…I’ve walked in before when you’re, you know…pleasuring yourself.”
She pulled her hand back and said, “You what? You watched me in my most private moments? How could you?”
“It was intentional. I just couldn’t bear to interrupt you then and I have to mention this now because it was when I saw you that I know how much you enjoy sex.” She started to speak but he kept going. “You still love sex, you just don’t love it with me and I understand that.” He held up his hand and said, “Please, let me finish. First of all, I’m so sorry for violating your privacy. I had no right. But believe me, honey. It wasn’t intentional. Second, I know I’m a lousy lover. I’m too small, I can’t last more than a few minutes, and although I’m not an unattractive man, I can’t possibly be handsome enough for you so….”
She finally broke in and said, “Okay, stop this. Stop it right now. You’re my husband. I love you. So what if you’re not great at this one thing? Sex is more than just having a great orgasm.” She paused and he could tell she was struggling to find the right words. “But I can…I can have great orgasms…later. Alone. What matters is the closeness we share when we make love. And it matters to me that you are satisfied so….”
“So that means you’re not satisfied.” She tried to disagree but Oscar wouldn’t let her. “No, it’s okay. It’s okay because it’s the truth. I don’t satisfy you. Even when I do my very best, I don’t satisfy you and that’s because…I can’t.”
“Oscar, no, that’s not true. I love you….”
“Irene? I know you love me. That’s not in doubt. And I love you. You have to believe that. But you also have needs. Needs I can’t fulfill and that’s been bothering me so much lately I can’t stand it any more. I want you not only to love me, but to be happy and a part of that is getting your needs met.”
“Needs. Desires. This is just nonsense,” she said but not convincingly. “I’m fine. I don’t need this kind of great sex you seem to be talking about. What we have is…nice. It’s…comfortable. It’s…enough. Really.”
He shook his head again and said, “No. No it’s not. It’s never been enough and you deserve so much more and I want to help.”
Irene’s eyes lit up as she said, “Are you talking about seeing a therapist? Maybe a sex therapist? Someone who can teach you to…I mean, teach us to make sex more fulfilling? I think that’s a wonderful idea!”
He slid closer to her and brushed her hair back. “No, not a therapist, sweetheart.”
She took his hand and held it and said, “Then I don’t understand. What exactly are you talking about?”
He took a deep breath before he spoke knowing what he was about to say could have far-reaching consequences for their future. “I want you to give me a few moments to explain this. I want you to promise you’ll listen and withhold judgment until I’m through. Can you do that for me? Please?”
She could see the genuine concern in his eyes so she said quietly, “Yes. Yes, of course. Say whatever’s on your mind and I promise not to criticize you. I can’t promise I’ll like what you have to say or agree with it, but I can promise I won’t judge you for it. So…go ahead. I’m listening.”
“Irene. Sweetheart. I want to encourage you to consider something—with my complete and total blessing, of course. Remember, this is my idea. This is something I want…for you…because I love you so much and because I know I can never make you truly happy. Yes, you said you’re ‘happy’ but you’re obviously not fulfilled in the bedroom and it’s obvious I can’t fulfill you. I want to, I just can’t. But I can make sure you’re fulfilled by offering this to you.”
Her eyes were moving rapidly between his as she assessed his honesty as he spoke. “Go on. I’m listening,” she said supportively.
“Honey, I honestly think it would be wonderful for you…for both of us, actually…if…if you were to allow yourself to have…to have a boyfriend. With my complete approval, of course.”
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kaskap79
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I can't wait to hear her answer, I hope she in the end says yes.
Please continue.
Please continue.