A couple decides to open their marriage to save it
Author's note: This is the story of a white wife and different men, most of them black. If you don't like interracial relations, don't force yourself to read it. If you do enjoy the story, please be one of the one-percent of readers who take a second to vote. Your comments and feedback are always welcome.
"Come on, Honey. I'm real close," Cheryl whispered to her husband, Mike, as he lay atop her, methodically motioning his penis in and out, in and out. After some foreplay, they had been bouncing on the mattress for 10 minutes and Cheryl knew that if Mike didn't come soon it wouldn't happen, much like the time before last.
Mike opened his eyes and saw that Cheryl was staring him in the face from inches away with her baby-blue peepers. His beautiful wife's urging didn't make matters any better. In fact, it made things worse. Mike was distracted by his wife's words, and thoughts of "what's wrong with me?" overtook his brain, which sociologists contend is a human's main sex organ.
Mike couldn't help but question what kind of man he was. Any other man in bed with a gorgeous 24-year-old blonde, squeezing his dick with her warm and juicy vagina, would have no problem consummating the act. Mike continued his plunging for a few more minutes, then slowed to a stop. It was no use. No orgasm for either of them.
Gazing into Cheryl's eyes again, Mike said, "I'm sorry baby."
The young husband and wife brought their lips to meet in a kiss. It wasn't passionate; more like an apologetic smooch.
"It's okay, Mike," Cheryl said quietly and sympathetically. "I know it happens sometimes."
"Two times this month," Mike reminded her, as if she wasn't fully aware.
Mike rolled off of Cheryl and the couple faced each other on their sides. Cheryl reached out her hand and stroked Mike's lean and smooth shoulder. Physically, he was not much bigger than she was and he had a vulnerability and gentle demeanor that she had always found endearing. But secretly, she was wishing at that moment that he was, in bed at least, stronger and more virile.
Cheryl wondered to herself whether she was responsible for her husband's erectile dysfunction. She thought that perhaps she was doing something wrong in the love-making department. Regardless of the cause, they were both too young for this. Cheryl decided that instead of rolling over and going to sleep, a conversation was required.
"I think maybe you should see a doctor, Honey," Cheryl demurely suggested.
"No!" Mike fairly shouted. "There's nothing physically wrong with me!"
Mike was certain there was nothing wrong with his male anatomy. Anytime he masturbated, usually looking at on-line porn outside Cheryl's presence, he never had a problem getting an erection and ejaculating. In a way, Mike wished there was a medical reason, but he knew there was not.
"Well, we have to do something," Cheryl stated definitively. Dropping any semblance of sympathy, Cheryl continued, "We have to figure out what the problem is. You're not having a climax half the time, and neither am I. We can't go on like this. It's not healthy. It's not normal. And (Cheryl paused and weighed her words), it's not good for our marriage."
"Our marriage is fine," Mike countered, reaching out his hand to stroke Cheryl's cheek. "I love you. I'll always love you."
"And I'll always love you," Cheryl sincerely assured him. "But we both know that something is wrong and we have to do something about it. We can't just ignore it anymore."
After several long seconds of silence, Mike said, "Maybe we need marriage counseling."
Cheryl instantly sat upright on the bed and sarcastically erupted with "marriage counseling?! Oh, yeah, that's a great idea! Your cousin Ronnie and his wife, and Bob and Carol across the street, spent all that time and money on marriage counseling and look at them now! They're getting divorced! Carol told me that all the marriage counselor ever did was to tear open old wounds and they wound up fighting after every session! I don't want that Mike!"
Still sitting upright, looking down at her adoring husband's face, Cheryl said, "I think we need to have a little heart-to-heart talk. Now, promise me that you won't get mad or defensive or anything."
Mike nodded his head, smiled, and said, "I think you're right. They say that communication is the key to a good marriage, and we don't need a marriage counselor to communicate."
"Okay then," Cheryl said before taking a deep breath and continuing. "You know, sometimes I feel like we've been together our whole lives. It's like we're an old married couple, except we're not old. We started dating in high school and we got married a year after graduation, after you went to air conditioning school and I got my medical assistant's training. Everybody said 19 was too young, but we loved each other and we wanted to get married. I think we're doing pretty good now, right?"
"Yeah, I think we are," Mike chimed in. "I make more money than a lot of my friends who went to college. And we're still in love."
"Yes, and I'll always love you, for better or worse," Cheryl said as she leaned her head down to give Mike a peck on the lips. "You know, when it comes to sex, you're the only guy that I've ever been with, and as far as I know, you've never made love with anyone but me."
Mike smiled widely and said, "I've never wanted to be with anyone but you."
Cheryl was about to talk, but she paused and thoroughly thought about what more she wanted to say. Then she spoke.
"So, all we know about sex is what we've learned together. I think that even after five years -- six years if you count our engagement -- there might still be a lot more that we could learn, more that we could experience. Maybe we need to experiment a little."
"What are you talking about?!" Mike interrupted, being a little defensive even though he promised he wouldn't be. "We experiment. Last month we finally tried anal, right? We could try that again some time. And last summer, at your uncle's lake house, remember how we
