A loving couple copes with his diabetes
Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?
My latest offering is a romantic story involving a typical middle class couple. In it I try to show how diabetes, cuckolding, and voyeurism can enhance a happy marriage between two people who love each other.
If I don't try to meld these themes together in a positive way, who will?
Lets get started.
Everyone knows a married couple like Solomon and Emma Gene King. They are in their forties. She's average looking at best, with a few extra pounds on her five foot five inch frame, but they are distributed such that she still has a decent figure. Her best feature is her big round ass. She respects social norms and dutifully presents herself as a proper wife and mother, and she's a lady at all times.
Solomon is a standup guy who has always tried to do the man thing by the book. He's a good husband, father, friend and neighbor. He stays in pretty good shape by riding his bicycle regularly. He's starting to go bald and there are specks of gray in his beard, but there's plenty of life left in him.
They have one child, a daughter in college. They have professional jobs, a comfortable home filled with the latest electronic gadgets, and two late model cars in the garage.
All in all they had the life they'd chosen, but they were missing out on so much more because they hid a side of their personality that would have made them even more compatible.
Now before I tell you this let me reiterate that Emma was a good girl, and loyal to her husband, but if she'd been free to do so she would have given up plenty pussy to whoever suited her fancy. When she was first coming into her womanhood, her mother would tease her that all a boy had to do was smile at her and she would drop her draws.
Solomon was a voyeur with a tinge of submissive mixed in. Nothing would have pleased him more than to watch a man with a cock much longer and thicker than his going balls deep into Emma's warm wet folds, or to hear her describe her sexual escapades in vivid detail.
That all changed when Solomon was diagnosed with diabetes.
The disease was like a dark cloud over them. There were mandatory visits to the doctor, multiple medications to take, daily injections of insulin to give himself, and perhaps most distressing of all, Solomon's appetite for sex diminished and his erections began to fail.
As the saying goes, every dark cloud has a silver lining. That proved to be the case when Solomon made a faithful decision. After trying the popular E D medications, out of desperation he decided to try the one thing he was certain would arouse and inspire him.
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As we begin we find them in bed four years ago. Solomon had just started fucking Emma after they'd taken turns giving each other oral sex. His erection lasted just long enough for Emma to start moaning her pleasure, then Solomon lost his erection again. He continued to grind his pelvis against her clit hoping to get her off, but it was no use without a hard-on. He then rolled off of her in defeat.
After lying beside her while staring at the ceiling for a moment he said, "Em, I'm tired of this happening, and I know you must be fed up with it too. I've been thinking, um, I think I know something that will help my erection." Then he paused to wait for her to ask him what he had in mind, but all she said was ok. He then continued. "I want you to tell me about the sex you had with guys you dated. I think that would get me excited enough for my dick to stay hard longer."
When she heard his idea a chill ran over her body. She initially ignored his suggestion, then she tried to dismiss it as unacceptable. But Solomon persisted.
Finally Emma kissed him on his lips, then looked at the ceiling as she spoke, "Solly as possessive as you are, hearing the details of someone fucking me would probably make things worse instead of better." While she laid it at Solomon's feet, the real reason was, she didn't want to awaken the promiscuous spirit that was dormant inside her.
Solomon countered her speculation by revealing his true feelings, "In all honesty, I've always played the role of possessive boyfriend and husband because I thought it was what was expected of me. But the truth is," then he paused to collect himself before continuing, "Even before my diabetes I wanted to hear about what you've done. And there's nothing you could tell me about the fucking you've done that I wouldn't find arousing."
He went on to explain that there's a kink that many men have whereby they are sexually stimulated by having their wife talk about her past sexual encounters. His particular version of the behavior went deeper than that. He said, "Em, there's this thing called cuckolding. Now I'm not a cuckold per-say, because I have no interest in being humiliated. But, um, the passion you show when we're fucking, and well, uh, the fact is I can tell that you have way more pussy than my dick can fill."
He then paused to gage her reaction, when there was none he continued, "Knowing how much you love to fuck only makes me want to watch a man with a long thick cock fill your pussy the way mine can't even more."
Emma just stared at him with an 'you've got to be kidding me' look on her face.
But on that night Solomon was determined to get her to see it his way, so he put himself out there in a way that he hadn't before. "Em," he said in a more serious tone of voice than their present predicament warranted. "Since I developed diabetes and suffered damage to the nerves in my penis, I've desperately wanted to know that someone was giving your pussy the hard fucking it deserves.
His little spiel was heartfelt and sincere, but in the end Emma was still conflicted. It was true that she preferred a cock bigger than his when she was fucking some random guy, but she was more than happy with what Solly had because she loved him so much. That love and the bond they shared had helped her control her desire for other men, but she just wasn't sure she could control herself if she started fucking random guys again.
In the end she decided that honoring her husband's wishes was the right thing to do, but she felt a pang of guilt at the thought of how much she'd enjoy getting some strange cock out of the deal.
Her only conditions for agreeing to his request were that Solomon would never ask for the name of her lover, or the place, or the time of the fucking. In return she'd answer all of his questions and tell him every sordid detail of her past and future couplings.
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Fast forward to the present.
Emma and Solomon were lying in bed cuddling and talking about the best fuck she ever had. She responded saying, "I've had so many good fucks baby, it's hard to pick just one."
In response he popped an unexpected question, "Who is this Ziggy you called to while you were sleeping last night?
His probing questions about her sexual exploits were always generic, but this time he'd put a name to it. She knew Solomon well enough to know that if he was breaking their arrangement there was a reason, not answering his question wasn't an option, so she tried to get away with saying as little as possible. "I must have been dreaming, but I have no idea why I said Ziggy," she answered truthfully.
"What were you dreaming about?" Solomon asked as he quickly got between her legs and pumped his semi hard dick into her pussy a half dozen times, in rapid succession.
His sudden penetration into her vagina made her grunt. Once he settled down again she said, "I have no earthly idea what I was dreaming about, or why I said his name. I haven't seen or heard from him in several years."
She was only partly telling the truth. It had been about a year rather than years, but who's counting?
For the next fifteen minutes Solomon insisted that there was more to this Ziggy guy than she was owning. At that point she knew she was defeated, so she finally relented. "Ok ok, there was a guy named Ziggy a long long time ago," she began.
"Before or after our arrangement?" asked Solomon.
"Does it really matter?" countered Emma after looking up at him, then quickly looking away.
"It might," Solly said to her as he slid his limp dick out of her pussy and rolled onto his back beside her. "If it were say, over 20 years ago, that would be the real you, and it'd actually be more stimulating to hear what you did. If it was 20 days ago that would be you doing something to please me."
His logic made sense, she figured that if she had to cop to something why not lie a little. "Ok," she said. "Ziggy use to fuck me when I was young and immature. Does that upset you?" She bit her bottom lip seductively as soon as the words left her mouth.
"So you fucked him before we were married huh. Where did it happen?" he asked.
She didn't challenge his assumption before telling him what she was willing to divulge. "I'd stop by the sex-toy store he managed. We'd go into his office and I'd either suck his dick, or he'd fuck me," she said softly.
She couldn't read what he was thinking from the tone of his voice or his expression when he continued to question her, "Did you always serve up your pussy to him at the store?"
Emma looked at Solly a long moment as she contemplated her answer. Was he just fishing, or was it possible he knew the answer to the question before he asked it? She had a big decision to make. She could continue to lie and swear that she'd only gotten with Ziggy many years ago at his store, or she could admit she'd actually fucked him a little over a year ago.
Finally she said, "Yes. I know I was a slut but I'd suck his dick while he sat at his desk, and I let him bend me over, pull my panties to the side and fuck me. Our thing lasted a few weeks I guess, but I fucked him and sucked him a lot."
