My First Big Cock Pt. 10
Over a month had passed since my wife returned, and we quickly settled into our normal routine. After she returned from her trip, she seemed rejuvenated, and we tried to rekindle our sexual relationship, but our attempts at intimacy typically ended in failure. To be fair, the failures were my fault. I have a smaller than average sized cock, have difficulty holding an erection, and cum pretty quickly. Not an ideal combination for a sexual partner.
I could sense her growing frustration, and did my best to satisfy her by eating her warm, wet pussy, but that wasn't what she really desired. She wanted to be split open by a big thick cock and feel her petite, neglected Asian pussy spasm out of control as it pounded her. She wanted to feel like I felt when I got fucked by Matt and Scott! I didn't blame her one bit, and wanted nothing more than to see her completely satisfied, but I wasn't equipped to do that for her.
After a handful of disappointing attempts at fucking over her first two weeks back home, we eventually just stopped trying altogether, and our sex life again fizzled. Feeling extremely frustrated and horny, I reached out to Matt by text, but our schedules never seemed to align, so I had no option but to satisfy myself. I work at home, while my wife works at an office, so I had plenty of time alone to play with myself. I started going naked, or wearing nothing but sexy underwear around the house, and even bought an electronic thrusting butt plug/cockring, that I used whenever the opportunity presented itself.
One day, while I was masturbating in the living room, stroking my hard little dick while I massaged my balls with my other hand, my wife returned home from work early and caught me in the act. Thinking I was alone, I took my time that day, edging myself and moaning intermittently in pleasure. I pinched my nipples hard, licked my own precum from my fingers, and played with my hole, using two fingers to circle around the rim. Sliding my fingers into my hole, I fingered myself furiously, until I finally couldn't hold it any longer, and came with a load groan, pumping with all my strength.
As I came down, I was snapped back to full consciousness by the sound of my wife screaming.
"WTF!!! Are you fucking kidding me?? When I try to get you to fuck me, you either can't get it up, or you cum in like 15 seconds. Do you have any idea how long I've been standing here watching you? At least 25 minutes! Look at how hard you still are and you already came!!! I can't fucking believe this!"
My heart dropped into my stomach, and I buried my face in my hands in shame.
"So are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on?" she said, now crying, "Just tell me the truth."
After a brief, uncomfortable silence, I cleared my throat and said,
"Ok. I guess it's past time we had a serious conversation. Let me clean up and we can sit down and talk."
I jumped in the shower and rinsed my cum off my lean body, got dressed and joined my wife at the kitchen table.
Reaching over I took her hands in mine and said,
"Ok here goes. First off, you are my wife, mother of my child, and my life partner. I love you, and I don't want to split up or anything like that, but something hasn't been right with us in bed for a long time. We haven't had sex for over a year, and I know I'm a terrible lover, so when we do you usually end up unsatisfied."
"I used to love it when you went down on me though!"
"Maybe, but be honest, you weren't satisfied, and it's not your fault. I don't think you've ever come from me fucking you, have you? It made me really insecure and anxious when it came to sex, which made it worse to the point where I just stopped trying altogether."
She paused and shrugged, and answered kind of sadly,
"I guess you are right, I don't think I have ever come on your cock without rubbing my clit, and I did usually feel unsatisfied and frustrated afterwards. I don't know what to say. I'm sorry but sometimes I just feel the need to get fucked deep and hard by a thick strong cock."
"It's not your fault. If it's anyone's it's mine. I know and freely admit that I am a terrible lover. I'm just not physically built that way."
"So do you not find me attractive anymore? Is that it? Is there something we can try differently maybe, or do something to spice up our sex life? Maybe bring another girl in for you?"
"You're beautiful, that's not the problem. I don't know if there is anything we can do differently that will improve our situation, and bringing in another woman certainly wouldn't help. I'm so anxious and insecure about my inability to satisfy a woman in bed that I can't even fuck my own wife, who I love and who loves me. I have zero desire to fuck a strange woman."
She nodded her head reluctantly in agreement. "So what can we do? Wait, what were you thinking about when you were masturbating? What made you so hard?"
I took a deep breath.
"Babe, I have a confession to make. Before we met and got married I was kind of bisexual. I was attracted to and dated women, but would occasionally have fun with other men in secret."
A look of complete astonishment and disbelief that came over her face. It unsettled me and shook me deeply. After a considerable silence, she asked,
"And that's what you were thinking of when you were jerking off earlier?"
I looked away in embarrassment, and replied in a defeated voice,
"Yes."
My wife rubbed her face in her hands and looked off into the distance in contemplation.
"But you don't want to split up? Wouldn't you be happier in a relationship with a man, if you want to be with a man sexually?"
Taking hold of her hands again, I looked her deep in the eyes and said,
"I don't want to split up, and apart from our problems in bed, I am very happy with you. I can't envision being with anyone but you."
She nodded and squeezed my hands tightly. We sat there in silence for a bit, with a palpable tension in the air.
"What about you?" I asked, trying to clear the air. "Have you ever thought of being with another guy, one that could give you what you need in bed?"
