Of course, Beth is the girl next door. I tried my best not to have sex with Beth under the circumstances since dating and living proximity I knew we're constraining. Nevertheless, wedding bells rang twelve months later. But why did she pick me?
I'm not totally bad to look at for one thing, being successfully employed another, and what I lacked in male anatomy I made up for in tongue and gentle fingers. It was her goal apparently to cohabitate with someone other than a philanderer regardless of the size of his dick.
That seems all well and good except I became the poster boy for all the wrongs a male could commit on any given day or week including sexual performance.
So what makes this tale a transition day event? Well, if performance is what she wants I thought performance is what she shall have. I bought some lifelike dildos and the harness to wear and of course the penises I purchased were huge and of course she immediately turned me down as sick and totally ridiculous looking when wearing "that contraption." After begging and whining once more, I was allowed to purchase another really lifelike 6 inch dildo but the shaft had a girth barely bigger than what I was cursed with in my twenties.
It sounds crazy but I did enjoy the ability of approaching sex with an erection I knew was not prone to premature ejaculation. Instead, I was using various rhythms, angles, and depths to promote her heavy breathing. From my point of view, it was true love and joy to be able to pound her pussy while stretching her vagina in multiple directions. Just being able to pull out of her to see a well used and bright pink hole gave me all the satisfaction I needed.
But the memory of the first time with my tiny prick literally "falling" into her pussy haunted me like a bad dream. It was like losing my balance at the edge of some cliff with a powerless decent into darkness type of nightmare. It repeated itself every time we were naked. Somehow this nightmare had to be purged. I'd get through this with my own form of psycho analysis. I created a fetish. I couldn't satisfy myself or expect her to be satisfied with something that was just a "facsimile" of me. I had purchased those trophy dildos for a reason and it was to take the necessary steps to have my spouse recover from her demons as well. She had a personality that was high-spirited before, so why not help us both?
I told my wife I wanted to be an alpha male with more girth and length. Two inches in diameter and 8 inches insertable was the new me. Of course, the controlling person that she is was came quick with a adamant response of "no" followed by statements of me not caring about her pain and discomfort. These warnings were all meant to dishearten me and I knew better.
She's the one who mentioned some of those past lovers and it was time for her to relive those fine fucking moments even if it was with her pseudo phallic husband. Again she was saying "no" all the way to the bed but her legs quickly parted as I moved towards her strapped into my harness with a much larger dildo dripping warm lubricant from its tip. It seemed reckless as to how easy it was to maneuver my hand across her mound and I immediately was able to rub her clit without the normal utterance of directive instruction. The cock head mushroom could hardly wait while I was massaging with fingertips pressing and squeezing flesh around her mons. The shaft had taken over from my fingers and began vertical motions on her lips. This pseudo skinned phallus was about to reward me with the "cocksure" command to start humping and rotating my hips.
In response, the woman beneath me began to drift off into a dreamlike state, eyes closed, facial features totally relaxed while the phallus girth stretched slowly into her canal seeking total depth. Her lack of eye contact made it perceptibly clear I was no longer in the room. It was as if I had just become an abstraction, a inattentive ghost watcher while her body reacted not to me but to a former lover. A sweat sheen was starting to coat us both from the constant thrusting and her hips struggling to respond in kind. It didn't matter to me that I was no longer the focus of her lovemaking. In fact, I got excited just knowing the orgasmic animal like sounds that were coming from her in waves were so foreign that it caused me to imagine I was actually screwing someone else as well. Beth continued to prove me right with more spasms, grinding motions, and taunt hands grasping at me, attempting a caress in an act of love to her imaginary toy boy. Things were now beginning to change from the world I once fucked in. Transition day had come.
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