We were contented. at least that's what I believed. Sarah and I had been married for sixteen years and still both loved each other very much. We were happy to be together all of our free time, and new that we would be together for as long as our health allowed.
Unfortunately, about ten years ago, my health took a down turn as I was diagnosed with prostate cancer, very early stages, luckily, so removing my prostate should ensure many years of good health.
Based on that prognosis there was only one logical decision I could make, after all, I didn't want to die. My wife totally agreed with me, obviously she didn't want to lose me. I had the operation and after I had some recovery time in hospital I was sent home along with a few weeks supply of the terrible incontinence pads which the NHS could supply.
I was informed that I should be able to have a reasonable sex life after I recovered, providing I did various exercises regularly. So I did the exercises religiously for several weeks, but there was no improvement. I was getting desperate, so I upped the exercises, doing them harder and for twice as long but my penis refused to even stiffen at all.
I concluded that the specialist had been economical with the truth.
At first my wife didn't even mention sex, and I was still very sore from the operation, but after a couple of weeks I started to get horny, so one evening,I began touching my wife's breasts and the inside of her legs when we were sitting watching TV. Unsurprisingly she started to get aroused and started stroking my legs and rubbing my crotch. It felt nice, but I could tell that I wasn't getting even a bit erect.
"You aren't getting erect." My wife told me, stating the obvious.
"I know!" I snapped back.
"Didn't the doctor say you would be getting erections by now?" She queried.
"Yes, he did!" I snapped back. "It looks as though he was being overly optimistic in order to persuade me to agree to the operation."
"Well I certainly don't want you to die, but, I'm really horny now!"
"Well I can use my fingers." I suggested.
"OK I suppose." She answered somewhat reluctantly, "although it isn't the same as a good fucking".
That became the norm after that. My wife would hint that she was horny, and I would use my fingers to get her off. She never once thanked me, or commented at all in fact. I was gradually recovering from the operation and definitely starting to feel fitter, and in fact also starting to feel horny, but there was still no hint of an erection. On one momentous night I felt aroused during the evening and when I got into bed I started stroking my limp cock. It wasn't getting hard at all, but the stroking felt nice, so I started to think about a favourite fantasy of mine which is my wife telling me that some younger guy she works with has asked her out and she was deciding what to wear. In only a couple of minutes I could feel my orgasm approaching and seconds later I had a really strong orgasm.
As my breathing slowed I felt satisfied and relieved that I could still have an orgasm, but then depressed that I still didn't get hard. I didn't think that my wife would ever stroke me to orgasm if I couldn't get hard. What made it worse was that my penis leaked slightly when I massaged it, and I knew that my wife would never touch me if she might get some pee on her fingers, so I decided not to mention to her that I could give myself an orgasm.
Life carried on with no real changes, I used my fingers to get my wife off whenever she mentioned that she was horny, which wasn't often, I tried a few times to put my head between her legs and lick her, but she would never allow it because she believed that she would taste of her wee, and when I tried to persuade her that I would love the taste she would get cross, so I gave up.
Some weeks later, we were out at a pub having dinner as a Friday night treat. We chose our meals then I went to the bar to place our order and get a couple more drinks. Having ordered I carried our drinks back to my wife, smiling to myself thinking about how attractive she was. She seemed to be lost in thought, and I wondered what she was thinking about, noticing that she was also smiling slightly, but she also seemed to be thinking about something. I wondered what it was.
"Thank you darling." She said as I gave her the drink and sat down.
"You looked lost in thought," I commented, "Penny for them."
"Hmnn, not sure I want to tell you." She answered enigmatically.
"I think you'll have to now." I responded, starting to feel a little nervous.
"Well, if you insist?"
"I do." I answered, starting to worry.
"OK, I got asked out yesterday."
"What, you mean on a date?" I asked, starting to get stressed.
"Yes, on a date"
"By who?"
"By whom." She corrected.
"Fine! By whom?"
"A rep who was visiting my boss. He told me that I am really sexy."
"I see, and what did you say?"
"I said 'thank you'."
"I meant about the date."
"I told him that I am married." she told me, which relaxed me a bit.
"What did he say to that?" I asked.
