An impotent cuckold and loving the ride
Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2022 11:50 am
My wife and I have been married for twenty-two wonderful years. We have two beautiful daughters; both are currently students living on-campus. About a year ago, at the age of fifty-four, I was diagnosed with prostate cancer. I had surgery and I now appear to be cancer free but lost my erectile muscles and my seminal vesicles. In short, I am impotent but glad to be alive.
My wife is young in all respects at forty-three and still a very hot lady. I was therefore dismayed that an important component of her sex life was being cut short at such an early age. Certainly, I can satisfy her up to a point by cunnilingus but can no longer give her the real thing - a big stiff cock. I was offered a penile implant and some other possibilities, but none were appealing to me. So, when life gives you lemons, your make lemonade, right!
I guess I was something of a cuckold wannbe in years past, but my wife was only willing to oblige me in fantasy despite my not-so-subtle attempts to line her up with some good-looking guys whenever we were on vacation in Europe or the Caribbean. With the unfortunate outcome of my surgery, I asked her to revisit the idea of my becoming a cuckold.
I let her think about it; didn’t push her and was pleasantly surprised when, about a week later, she said she was willing to entertain the prospect, provided she had absolute control over who she went to bed with, and I would only be allowed to watch or even be in the vicinity with permission. I was only too happy to approve.
After some discussion, we decided a male friend of hers that I knew well would make a good candidate for her first extra-marital sexual dalliance. He appealed to her as being an easy going, good-looking thirty-something guy with an excellent physique. As he was not one of my immediate circle of friends, the fact that I was a cuckold wouldn’t become common knowledge.
To start the process, she asked me to have a candid talk with her friend to explain the situation to him and make sure he would be on board. Of course, he was (and didn’t object to my being a spectator), so we invited him to dinner for an exploratory session without the expectation that sex would necessarily take place that night. She was still nervous about fucking another guy.
On the afternoon before our get-together, I took my wife for a walk to find out how she was feeling. She had a lot to say. She was concerned I would get jealous as he was in the process of taking her, and that some kind of awkwardness would ensue. She was also worried that she would chicken out at a critical moment when our male guest was too far along to be refused. I assured her that our guest was aware and understanding of her anxieties and her sensitivities.
On the Saturday evening, my wife cooked an excellent chateaubriand for us. The conversation was mostly between him and me and we covered politics, sport and travel. My wife looked on amusedly. I had expected the tension to be palpable, but we all seemed to be quite relaxed.
After the meal, my wife left the dining room and returned wearing a housecoat. Our guest and I both looked at her curiously. She dropped the housecoat and I was amazed to see she was wearing only a thin chemise. She looked stunning, her hair cascading over her shoulders and her nipples hard under the chemise. She said, “If this is going to happen, lets go before I get scared”. Our guest and I needed no second bidding and we adjourned to the marital bedroom, getting ourselves ready for action in double-quick time.
By arrangement, I started the fun by bringing her to her first orgasm using my tongue before handing her over to him. He was still wearing his shorts but he dropped them to expose his erection; six inches of curved and circumcised manhood. He lay down beside her and she took his cock in her mouth and fellated him for several minutes. He put her on her back and explored her body with his hands, starting at her feet and working up her thighs to her breasts. He gave her nipples a long suck and slipped two fingers into her vagina. She moaned and gave him a deep kiss as she cupped his balls. “Don’t wait” she told him, without even a glance at me. I suddenly seemed to have become invisible to them.
He mounted her and gently slid his rigid rod into her. I was surprised how easily he was able to penetrate her. She moaned again and he rode her vigorously as she arched her back and clawed his shoulders. I have to say it was a bit of a shock to realize how noisy she was as he pumped her vigorously. She hadn’t made eye contact with me since the time he joined her in bed. The moans kept coming and it wasn’t long before she was breathing hard. Within minutes she was making the noises that told me she was getting close to climax, and she allowed me to squeeze her hand as he brought her to a shuddering orgasm.
She seemed bushed but he wasn’t finished. He turned her over and probed her labia from behind with his glistening cock. He found the still wet point of entry and entered her again intending to get his satisfaction doggy style. I was a little concerned that his gyrations were causing her pain as she was gasping for air as he continued to pound her. He finally exploding as he released his sperm in a series of pulsations accompanied by guttural grunts, withdrew and collapsed on the bed. They were both fully spent, and I watched in fascination as the white fluid leaked from her pussy (they didn’t use a condom as he is a medical professional and had provided proof of freedom from infection, and she prefers to eschew latex when possible). I tried to put by face between her legs, but she waved me away and called me a “dirty boy”.
As soon as he had recovered, I thanked him profusely for his skilful and zealous efforts. I asked her how many times he had made her cum. She said the first time had been fantastic and she had almost cum a second time when he took her from behind (not bad for a first-time session).
In later discussion, she admitted how much she had missed the feel of a stiff cock moving inside her and how much she need it. We agreed that our sex life had reached a new plateau that we were going to enjoy for many years to cum (sorry, come)
My wife is young in all respects at forty-three and still a very hot lady. I was therefore dismayed that an important component of her sex life was being cut short at such an early age. Certainly, I can satisfy her up to a point by cunnilingus but can no longer give her the real thing - a big stiff cock. I was offered a penile implant and some other possibilities, but none were appealing to me. So, when life gives you lemons, your make lemonade, right!
I guess I was something of a cuckold wannbe in years past, but my wife was only willing to oblige me in fantasy despite my not-so-subtle attempts to line her up with some good-looking guys whenever we were on vacation in Europe or the Caribbean. With the unfortunate outcome of my surgery, I asked her to revisit the idea of my becoming a cuckold.
I let her think about it; didn’t push her and was pleasantly surprised when, about a week later, she said she was willing to entertain the prospect, provided she had absolute control over who she went to bed with, and I would only be allowed to watch or even be in the vicinity with permission. I was only too happy to approve.
After some discussion, we decided a male friend of hers that I knew well would make a good candidate for her first extra-marital sexual dalliance. He appealed to her as being an easy going, good-looking thirty-something guy with an excellent physique. As he was not one of my immediate circle of friends, the fact that I was a cuckold wouldn’t become common knowledge.
To start the process, she asked me to have a candid talk with her friend to explain the situation to him and make sure he would be on board. Of course, he was (and didn’t object to my being a spectator), so we invited him to dinner for an exploratory session without the expectation that sex would necessarily take place that night. She was still nervous about fucking another guy.
On the afternoon before our get-together, I took my wife for a walk to find out how she was feeling. She had a lot to say. She was concerned I would get jealous as he was in the process of taking her, and that some kind of awkwardness would ensue. She was also worried that she would chicken out at a critical moment when our male guest was too far along to be refused. I assured her that our guest was aware and understanding of her anxieties and her sensitivities.
On the Saturday evening, my wife cooked an excellent chateaubriand for us. The conversation was mostly between him and me and we covered politics, sport and travel. My wife looked on amusedly. I had expected the tension to be palpable, but we all seemed to be quite relaxed.
After the meal, my wife left the dining room and returned wearing a housecoat. Our guest and I both looked at her curiously. She dropped the housecoat and I was amazed to see she was wearing only a thin chemise. She looked stunning, her hair cascading over her shoulders and her nipples hard under the chemise. She said, “If this is going to happen, lets go before I get scared”. Our guest and I needed no second bidding and we adjourned to the marital bedroom, getting ourselves ready for action in double-quick time.
By arrangement, I started the fun by bringing her to her first orgasm using my tongue before handing her over to him. He was still wearing his shorts but he dropped them to expose his erection; six inches of curved and circumcised manhood. He lay down beside her and she took his cock in her mouth and fellated him for several minutes. He put her on her back and explored her body with his hands, starting at her feet and working up her thighs to her breasts. He gave her nipples a long suck and slipped two fingers into her vagina. She moaned and gave him a deep kiss as she cupped his balls. “Don’t wait” she told him, without even a glance at me. I suddenly seemed to have become invisible to them.
He mounted her and gently slid his rigid rod into her. I was surprised how easily he was able to penetrate her. She moaned again and he rode her vigorously as she arched her back and clawed his shoulders. I have to say it was a bit of a shock to realize how noisy she was as he pumped her vigorously. She hadn’t made eye contact with me since the time he joined her in bed. The moans kept coming and it wasn’t long before she was breathing hard. Within minutes she was making the noises that told me she was getting close to climax, and she allowed me to squeeze her hand as he brought her to a shuddering orgasm.
She seemed bushed but he wasn’t finished. He turned her over and probed her labia from behind with his glistening cock. He found the still wet point of entry and entered her again intending to get his satisfaction doggy style. I was a little concerned that his gyrations were causing her pain as she was gasping for air as he continued to pound her. He finally exploding as he released his sperm in a series of pulsations accompanied by guttural grunts, withdrew and collapsed on the bed. They were both fully spent, and I watched in fascination as the white fluid leaked from her pussy (they didn’t use a condom as he is a medical professional and had provided proof of freedom from infection, and she prefers to eschew latex when possible). I tried to put by face between her legs, but she waved me away and called me a “dirty boy”.
As soon as he had recovered, I thanked him profusely for his skilful and zealous efforts. I asked her how many times he had made her cum. She said the first time had been fantastic and she had almost cum a second time when he took her from behind (not bad for a first-time session).
In later discussion, she admitted how much she had missed the feel of a stiff cock moving inside her and how much she need it. We agreed that our sex life had reached a new plateau that we were going to enjoy for many years to cum (sorry, come)
