Life with Stella sailed on very happily most of the time. Sadly, it's not so in the bedroom. Whenever I broach the subject of intercourse, my wife tells me there is no possibility. Such a pity, she explained but my tiny penis is useless to her sex needs right now. Think she means it would just get lost in her enlarged tender vagina.
More time wanted before her love-nest pussy could get even slightly tight on my energetic but little weapon. Of course, no need for her to remind me that the situation is entirely my own fault. A humiliating experience never to be forgotten: my sweet wife accidentally floored and exposed on her back with that guy Percy's abnormal knob stuck tight up inside her.
We were out shopping when my wife spotted a gleaming new car in a luxury dealer's showroom. Stella said that the metallic green paintwork appealed so much; it complemented her eyes. Naturally, I avoided telling her that it is one of the most expensive models on display. Never having driven such a powerful car, she insisted on many test-drives some during daylight but mostly at night. The understanding salesman always patiently obliged her needs. They were away for hours, on three occasions until long after midnight.
Eventually, Stella confirmed the car was perfect for her. We returned to the showroom and I handed over a huge cheque to the salesman. He presented the keys to my wife. Stella, very excited, threw her arms around him, crushing her soft bosoms against his chest. Gave him a big kiss on the mouth. I got a lovely little hug too. The new car really made her bright and cheery for days. My wife is absolutely adorable.
The car came with a complimentary picnic set but I could tell at first glance, not brand new. A couple of the glasses had wine traces inside and the woollen tartan blanket noticeably damp with grass stains. Considered going back to complain but I didn't want to get that friendly salesman into trouble. He had been most enthusiastic to devote so much time and effort making sure my wife always got what she desired day and night.
A couple weeks later, Stella arrived back home in her new car from the gym. Told me she had been introduced to Margaret.
"That's Jonathon's girlfriend, the army nurse who got posted overseas. He told us about her, don't you remember Jessie?"
My answer was a simple yes. Secretly thought; how on earth could I ever forget that man and my big mistake in agreeing to suck his prick. Guess I got carried away because of my patriotic feelings for his absent partner.
"She's returned to the local base hospital and will be popping in here this afternoon. Said how much she would like to meet you Jessie."
This really surprised me. Maybe Margaret recalled my picture in the local paper when I won the national lotto. Lots of glamorous women wrote to me saying how handsome I looked. That same week, I'd had the wonderful luck of meeting Stella. I didn't want her to feel jealous so I burnt all their photos and letters.
"I have to go down town to the bank after lunch to sign for your new platinum account card Stella. Don't worry, I shall be back home in good time to see Margaret."
2
When I drove away from the house in my old battered Beetle, a black taxi pulled into the drive. That must be our visitor. When I eventually arrived back home, I heard muffled sounds from upstairs but got no response to my shout of hello.
Put the kettle on to make a pot of tea to enjoy with a selection of my favourite cream cakes bought from the baker's shop opposite the bank. Some time later, Stella came downstairs, arm in arm with Margaret in the manner of close friends. I heard what must be the nurse's voice saying they must do it again sometime. They both looked rather flushed when they saw me and maybe startled to realise I was in the house.
I asked if they would like a cake but Margaret said she had just eaten. These words sent them both off into a fit of giggles. Sometimes, I find it difficult to understand the feminine sense of humour.
The army nurse is a fit looking lady, Nearly as tall as Stella but with an athletic build and short styled dark hair; make-up just a touch of mascara and bright pink lipstick. Seemed very friendly and her smile revealed perfect teeth. We chatted about her overseas military service and the exotic places she had visited.
At the first pause in our conversation, Margaret said,
"Jonathon told me what a great cocksucker you are Jessie. So generous of you to let him have sex like that. He would never have done it with a woman. I mean, he wouldn't have dreamt of breaking his promise not to fuck another woman while I was away."
The 'f' word made me wince, not nice to hear in front of my darling wife. Margaret talked on,
"Suppose, Jonathon thought it only happened between gays. So a unique experience for him and your technique gave him a massive climax.
" By the way, Stella tells me you're not gay. I think you're probably bi-sexual like I am. You'll realise that all the time away overseas from Jonathon, I had to promise not to fuck around with either girls or men. I'm so relieved that's over with now I'm back in this country."
Found myself almost stuttering trying to convey that in no way am I bi-sexual but it didn't stop her continuing.
"Lots of recruits come into the army and perhaps the intimacy of sleeping in dormitories gives some of them sexual urges. Or they get turned on sharing communal showers with naked guys displaying all shapes and sizes of dicks.
"They come to me for advice. I've helped many to reconcile their bi-sexual feelings. They get to have good fucking sessions with other guys in their unit all the time. When they get back home, they naturally switch back to enjoy sex with their girlfriends."
Stella commented how wonderful Margaret you've developed such personal skills in an important and intimate way to help many men exploit their sexuality. It must be so rewarding. She wondered if Margaret could advise Jessie.
"That's not for me thank you," I said instantly wanting this conversation not to go any further.
3
Margaret looked me in the eye for several seconds with a concentrated gaze,
"I do understand why you say that Jessie, it's the standard reaction. That's why I do tests to find out the hidden inner self".
My wife joined in enthusiastically,
"Now Jessie, this is a once in a lifetime chance for you. You're very lucky to have Margaret offering her professional experience to help you."
The combination of these two assertive ladies defeated me as I tried valiantly to change the subject.
