My wife and I have a wonderful relationship, so much in love, and so much in common. It was a love that defied all loves before it. Our sex life was good with lots of playing, kinky fun and good old fashion oral sex.
Having had radiation treatment for prostate cancer, I was left with erection problems. I could never get hard enough to enter her. I could usually give her an orgasm with my tongue or fingers. She would occasionally make me cum with her hand, mouth or Magic Wand Vibrator. I always felt a little guilty not being able to give her full penetration.
Let me say at this point, I am a mixture of dominate/submissive. I like to be in charge and feel comfortable giving orders. I also love to fantasize about being a cuckold sissy. I have been addicted to porn most of my life and masturbate 2-3 times a day. I am what you might call a real "Wanker", which all leads up my problem. By coming so often, there is not much left for my wife, which she needs.
To solve this problem, we first tried a lockable cock cage. There were problems because I could seem to slip out of it. Then I came up with an idea. It was kind of a compromise. I agreed to not cum when I watched porn and she could decide if, and when I could cum, in other words, she would have complete control of my orgasms.
I further agreed that if I came, even by accident, I would confess to her and she would then have the right to cuckold me for real, as she seemed fit. A condition I would soon come to regret.
The idea of the reality of her being fucked by someone else frightened the hell out of me. What if she fell in love with her new lover? What if I lost her forever? Unthinkable. I would just have to control my orgasms.
I did pretty well for about two weeks. Then it happened. I was watching a streaming clip of a wife who was cuckolding her wimp husband with three beautiful black studs all possessing huge cocks. She was looking right on camera like she was talking to the wanker watching her video. It made it seem like you were the cuckold in the room with her.
She was bathed in black men's cum; it was dripping from her pussy, ass and mouth. She was smiling at the camera saying, "OK my sweet little sissy, you have a job to do. Get busy and lick up all this cum and be sure not to miss a drop. Maybe eating real a man's cum will make you more of a man, but I doubt it, start sucking slave."
It was too much. The actress looked so much like my wife and it fit my fantasy perfectly. Seeing her so satisfied and dominant, teasing and humiliating me was too much for me to bear, after two weeks of not coming and even though I pulled to Magic Wand away immediately, it was too late. Gobs of stored up semen erupted from my cock and soaked my underwear.
"Oh my god!" I thought to myself. "What have I done? I have broken our agreement. I won't tell her. No, I have never lied to my wife and I won't start now. Maybe she will forgive me, just this once. After all, it was an accident. She is a forgiving and merciful person. She'll give me another chance. I tell her after she gets home tonight."
That evening, like most evenings, my wife was in a loving, sexy mood. I was able to make her cum three times. All the better for me, she will be satisfied. I was wrong. My wife not only needs to take, but to give, to feel fulfilled. She immediately wanted to suck my cock. For the past two weeks, without cuming, my penis was easily aroused. Unfortunately, due to today's mishap, it was slow to respond, even to her expert sucking, and my guilt. She said she "wanted to make me cum tonight."
I was panic stricken. At first I told her I was not feeling well and was too tired. She didn't buy it.
She said, "For two weeks now you have been begging me to let you cum. Now you're too tired? OK tell me what happened?"
I told her about my accident today and how sorry I was.
She was furious. She told me how selfish and careless I was. I had broken the agreement.
I begged her to forgive me and give me another chance.
She told me if she forgave me now, it would make our agreement seem like a joke. It would make any future agreements look like paper lions. No, I would have to pay for my mistake if we were to have any trust between us.
I knew she was right. I had brought this upon myself. I would have to live with the consequences. I asked her who and when this cuckolding might occur.
She merely smiled and said, "Wait for it, wait for it." Nothing much happened over the next month. I was beginning to think that maybe all was forgotten and forgiven but then one Saturday morning she said, "I have a date tonight, you can help prepare me. Pick out something real sexy, Ron likes his women dressed real slutty. Never mind bra and panties, they will only slow things down. I want to give him full access to my toys."
"Ron?" I asked, "our Ron, Ron from the ad, Ron?"
"That's right" she replied with on smirk on her face. "You know how I like black men with blue eyes. We have been emailing each other all month and met for coffee two days ago. He's very nice, and so handsome. Even better looking than his photo. He's taking me dining and dancing tonight, somewhere on the coast, overlooking the ocean. Isn't that romantic?"
