At the start of the new millenium, while most of the world was celebrating, I was on my hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor. But I did have reason to celebrate, for I had passed the final test. You see it was exactly one year ago on Dec 31st that I pledged to my wife that I wished to be her cuckold. I won't bore you with the details, but our marriage had been heading in that direction for quite some time with me being her submissive and her pretty much running everything in household.
We had prepared all the paperwork. Transferred house, car, savings, checking, stocks, bonds all into her name at the stroke of midnight. The idea was Julia's to begin with. You see I inherited a small fortune from my father and met Julia shortly afterward. She was absolutely gorgeous and made no bones about the fact that while she was attracted to me and we had much in common, my most attractive feature was my bank account. I know it sounds weird, but we really did love each other. When we married I was a virgin and Julia was not.
After two years, the marriage bed had become cold with Julia telling me I just didn't satisfy her and she wasn't sure if the marriage would last. I begged her to stay and suggested we see a counselor. She agreed and made an appointment with a counselor named Richard. At our first appointment, I was embarassed by the frank discussion of our sex life and my obvious lack of sexual prowess in the bedroom. Richard to my amazement did nothing to defend or comfort me in these sessions. He merely agreed with everything Julia said.
One night after a particularly gruelling session we attempted to make love. I struggled in vain to insert my erect 4 inch penis inside Julia. As I felt myself being enveloped by her warm folds I exploded and came all over. Julia was livid and pushed me off her.
"This is ridiculous! This is exactly what I was talking about at therapy today! You're not a real man, you're a wimp!" I began to cry. "I-I-I'm sorry Julia. It's just that you're such a beautiful woman, I get so excited when I see you naked I can't help it." She slapped me hard across the face. Whap! "Well it doesn't help me any. I've got a pathetic excuse for a husband who can't satisfy me."
It was then that the seeds of my current predicament took root. I was on knees, cum dripping from my no flacid one inch cock, crying. I must have been quite a site. Julia sat on the edge of the bed, put her robe on and went into the bathroom. She came out and was fully dressed and looked beautiful. "W-Where are you going?" I asked meekly, still naked. "Away from you." She said. With that she was gone and I was left alone to wonder. I roamed around our 10 room house and wondered if she would return and say she wanted a divorce. Minutes passed to hours and early the next morning, I heard her enter the bedroom. I sat up on the bed as she began to get undressed. "James, we need to talk." She said, removing her blouse and skirt and standing there in her crotchless pantyhose and heels. Julia loved crotchless pantyhose and never wore a bra.
