Blind Deaf & Dumb for Erections

No longer able to get it up, a man masturbates over sharing his wife and watching.

Jim sat in the darkened corner of his bedroom more contemplating his future with his wife, Natalie, than contemplating about masturbating while watching her having sex with yet another man. If only his neighbors knew what was happening behind his closed, bedroom door, he wondered what they'd think. If only his friends and her friends knew what was happening behind their closed, bedroom door, he wondered what they'd say. Never minding their own business, no doubt blaming him for her having sex with other men, he could only imagine all that her mother and her sister would have to say about their open marriage.

Just once, he'd love to fill her mother's pie hole with his cock. Just once, he'd love to strip her sister naked and give her the fucking that she deserves. His longtime sexual fantasy, he'd loved to make both her mother and her sister his sexual slaves. He imagined tying them both up down his cellar and forcing them to submit to his every sexual whim and perverse desire. Definitely, if he treated them like the submissive bitches that they are by placing gags in their mouths, no doubt, that would stop them from talking and keeping them from not minding their own business, that is, until he forced them to blow him again and again.

Yet, in the angry way that he now felt, finally and for the first time more concerned with himself than with his wife, her mother, or sister, he no longer cared anymore about anything or anyone. His turn to be selfishly self-centered, he didn't care what anyone would think and what anyone would say about him allowing his wife to have sex with other men.

'Fuck them! Fuck them all,' he thought to himself.

With everything always about her, at the time when feeling so vulnerably guilty for not being able to sexually please his wife, he was only thinking of a way to satisfy her sexual needs as his way to stay married to her. Having always been so sexually attracted to her, even now when he can't adequately perform, deep down he still cares for her. Deep down he still wants her and it breaks his heart to share her with other men. He still loves her and maybe because of the way she looks, he loves believing that she loves him too.

No longer able to give her what she really wants, a big, hard cock, his final self-sacrifice for her, maybe having sex with others is what she needs to stay married to him. Nonetheless his willingness to share his wife with other men, missing their romantic and sexual connection, their private pillow talk, and their secret jokes, he wished it was him sexually satisfying his wife and not another man. Surely, not as disturbing for him to have a man's cock inside of his wife's mouth and/or pussy, he wished it just was a woman's fingers and tongue pleasuring her instead of another man's prick. He wished she was bi-sexual instead of being the cock sucking slut of a whore that she is.

Not feeling as possessively jealous if her lover was a woman, he could more easily deal with a woman having sex with his wife than a man. Yet, on the downside, if his wife fell in love with a woman, how could he compete with that? Only the chances of his wife falling for another woman was slim to nil. There was nothing bi-sexual or lesbian about his wife. Conversely, unfortunately, and weighing heavily on his mind, after watching his wife with other men for some time now, the chances of her falling for another man were more than good. With him playing with fire by having other men experience his wife where only a husband should experience his wife, it was inevitable that she'd dump him for someone better, someone who could at least get and maintain an erection.

Yet to her credit, as proof of her sexual preference, and to his dismay that she wasn't into women and something that added more to his sadness and madness, she loved men, tall men, short men, white men, and black men, especially big, black men. Natalie loved cock, the bigger and the harder the better. Unfortunately for him, she loved the two things that he no longer possessed, a big, hard cock. Nonetheless his sexual affliction, exciting the first few times he saw her sucking and fucking someone else, he didn't like the idea that she was enjoying having sex with other men too much now. Just as she was never this sexually animated when having sex with him, she was never this vocal when having an orgasm with him.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm going to cum baby. Yeah, that's it. Right there. Oh baby. Don't stop. Fuck me harder baby. Fuck me deeper. Fuck me faster. Oh my God, I love your big, hard cock baby. Don't stop. Please don't stop. You're going to make me cum baby. You're going to make me cum. Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Not so much the fact that his wife was sucking and fucking someone else that bothered him, it was the small things that angered and enraged him. It was one thing for her to suck and fuck another man but it bothered him when she called another man baby. As if a sudden jolt of electricity to his brain, her words coming out her mouth when addressed to another man was shocking.

Baby is what she called him. He was her baby, her one and only baby, or so he thought. Now with another man's cock buried deep inside of her and with another man cumming in her mouth and her swallowing, obviously the pricks of other men was her key for her to blurt out baby to anyone. In the way that his grandmother called everyone dear, his wife now called everyone who gets her off baby.

"Baby, baby, baby," now instead of feeling special whenever she called him that, he hates the endearment baby.

Instead of calling him baby, she should call him sucker or stupid asshole. Being that he's so pussy whipped, instead of calling him baby, she should play the soundtrack of a bullwhip snapping every time he walks into and leaves a room with her in it, especially when he relents to give her something else that she wants.

"WH-tishhh!"

"Thank you baby," she said when he bought her diamond earrings.

Instead of him fawning over her saying that, now his skin crawled whenever she said that. Loving the sound of it before, as if he was her one and only man and her calling him baby was proof that she was his sexy woman, he now hates the sound of her voice.

"And another thing," he said during their next argument. "Don't call me baby." Only, even though he finally told her how he felt, he could still hear the bullwhip snapping when he left the room.

"WH-tishhh!"

With her claws still buried deep in his back and in his wallet, still feeling the sting of the vision of her having sex with others, she still had a hold on him. Unable to help himself, and unable to say no being the spineless, jellyfish that he is, whatever she wanted, he'd give her. With her so different from her first wife, he loved her. He really loved her.

"WH-tishhh! WH-tishhh!

* * * * *

Now that he's seen his wife in action with other men, so very many other men, too many other men, having fallen from her high perch on his pedestal, he couldn't help but think that she's a slut. Never thinking that about her before, he constantly thought about that now. His wife is a cock sucking slut. Always thinking her as so special and so innocent, especially with her wearing white at their wedding, he couldn't believe he was deceived into marrying a whore. What was he thinking? How could he be so stupid?

"WH-tishhh!"

At a time when he was getting regular erections, constant blowjobs and fucking her sideways every night, obviously he was thinking with his cock instead of his brain. Smitten by the gorgeous way she looked, a tall, busty, beautiful, blonde, and truly believing that someone who looked like her would fall in love with someone who looked like him, he should have known better. Not listening to his inner voice then, now he couldn't help but think that, even when she was faithfully married to him and was a good wife, so she says, that she was a no good whore.

Suspecting that she tricked him to give her what she really wanted a long, leash for her to have sex with other men, she always gets what she wants. After seeing the best of her, now thinking the worst of her, he wondered if she had sex with others before he even agreed to have this open marriage arrangement. He wondered about all of those long nights that she supposedly worked late at the office. What could she possibly do that was so important to her boss and so valuable to her company for her to work so many late hours? How stupid could he be to trust her?

"Honey, don't wait up for me. I'm working late again," she said walking out the front door. Even worse than her lying to him, he believed her. "Bye," she said in a way that he imagined her saying bye for the last time.

* * * * *

With all the money he earned owning a construction business, she didn't have to work but she wanted to work. Now he wondered if she had been sucking and fucking her boss for all of the big, pay raises she's received in such a short time. He wondered who else she had been fucking and sucking when she supposedly stayed out late and stayed overnight with her girlfriends because, supposedly, she was too drunk to drive home.

"Don't forget Jim that next Friday is girls' night out and I'll probably crash as Cindy's house again," she said and he believed her.

With his eyes finally wide open, he wondered about all those overnight trips to New York that she took for her company. Now he wondered if she took those trips alone or if her boss was with her too? Did they share the same room? He suspected the only business they conducted was monkey business.

With all the cheating he imagined she's done, being that she already and always had an open marriage, how could he be so stupid to agree to this official, open marriage arrangement? With her rubbing her insatiable, sexual appetite in his face, some open marriage this is. The best of both worlds, she has it all while sucking and getting fucked and he has nothing but to masturbate himself and hoping to cum while watching her having all the fun. Suddenly feeling the sting of whip burns across his ass and buttocks, he's such a sucker.

"WH-tishhh!"

Yet, accepting all of the responsibility for having diabetes, for being impotent, and for agreeing to share his wife with other more virile men, he had no one to blame but himself. Now feeling sorry for his sad, poor, pitiful self, he wished he was more of a man to give his wife the fucking that she needs. Too late now, with her despoiled by other men, much better men than him, and with him angry that he can't give her what she wants and needs, what he thought they once had is ruined. With too many people in their marriage, her mother, her sister, and now all of these men, he was losing her. Even when she's alone with him, already gone from him to look off preoccupied in thought, she's not there with him.

"Ruined. It's all ruined. I never should have relented into allowing her to having sex with others, so many others," he said with his head in his hands. "My first and fatal mistake, I shouldn't have married her in the first place. No going back now, why did I agree to her having sex with other men?"

* * * * *

Manipulated, tricked, and deceived, agreeing to allow her to have sex with other men was his way of keeping the peace and keeping her sexually satisfied and happy. He was the one who suggested that they have an open marriage after all, a one-sided marriage actually, with his wife having all of the sexual fun and him just watching while masturbating and hoping to cum. It was exciting to watch her in the beginning but not so much fun for him now.

Her diversion and something to soothe her sexual frustration, he figured that she'd have sex with only one or two men. He didn't think that she'd embrace the idea of having regular sex with others, so very many others. He didn't know she'd be such a whore about their new open marriage relationship. Deep down hoping that she'd reject the idea of having sex with anyone but with him out of respect for him and for his feelings, his wife surprised him by readily agreeing to accept other sexual partners in their bed.

"Whore! Slut! How could she do that to me?" He stared at the wall while imagining her with this man or with that man. "Doesn't she know how I feel? What about me? What about my feelings?"

Already gone, even though she's still here sucking and fucking, it was then that he knew that he had lost her. For her to readily agree to this sexual arrangement and for to give herself to so many men, it was then that he knew that he never had her to lose. Obvious to him now, in the way that he presented her the opportunity to leave her parents' house and her small town nearly fifteen years ago, if not now then surely soon, whenever a better opportunity presented itself, she'd leave him too.

With him no longer in her bed and with him no longer in her head, it was then that he knew that her heart was already gone to someone else. He wondered which man would take her from him. Good luck to him. Now that he knows the type of woman that she is, he wouldn't wish her on his best friend or his worst enemy.

* * * * *

Usually, her way of saying thank you, she'd look over at him and smile while another man was pounding her pussy and fucking her so hard that he wondered how she didn't receive a concussion. Imagine that? Not even considering how he felt, she was selfishly happy getting fucked while he sat in the corner staring at her. While another man fucked her mouth, she'd stare at him with sexual excitement in the way she used to look up at him with her big, blue eyes when she was on her knees blowing him.

Unable to see him in the darkened corner of the bedroom, he could see her beneath the nightlight. With the glow of light perched over her head as if she was an angel wearing a halo and he was the Devil seething in the corner, he grew to hate her smile. He grew to hate her for the woman he thought she was and the woman that she's now become.

So selfishly outrageous, he grew to hate the inaudible and unintelligible sounds she made while making love. Sounds that would, no doubt, haunt him for the rest of his miserable life, instead of dreaming about her having sex with her again, he'd have nightmares of her having sex with everyone. Now figuring more correctly than incorrectly that if she knew a man, she was having sex with him. Never seeing her for what she was before, a gold digging bitch and an opportunist, her having sex with other men has been an eye opening experience. Able to hide her true self from him before, it was impossible to hide her true feelings when so sexually aroused now.

Now more sad than sexually excited when watching his wife with another man, he wished his life was different. He wished he had married better. He wished he had married one of the women from his old neighborhood instead of trying to reach beyond his limitations. He wished he had married for love than marrying for an image. She was his Christie Brinkley and he was her Billy Joel. With her being so tall and him being so short, cute and funny before, now that he was bald and fat and she was even more beautiful, he hated the comparison now.

With even masturbation eluding him, his release that he could always count on before as a last resort, he was having trouble getting and maintaining an erection even with his own hand. As hard and as fast as he stroked himself at the sight and the sounds of his wife sucking and fucking another man's cock, he was unable to get himself hard. With all of the troubled water rushing beneath their bridge, was it any wonder?

As much as he watched another man feeling her big, phony tits that cost him a fortune to give her and sucking on her erect nipples while moving down the length of her beautiful body to lick and finger her pussy, he was unable to maintain an erection. He wished he could still do all that was being done to her now. He wished he was the man instead of just the voyeur sitting impotently in the corner. Ironically, he'd have a better chance of getting hard and maintaining an erection if he thought of baseball, especially now that the Red Sox are still in first place.

"Batter up! Another man is at his front door awaiting a naked audience with his wife."

"Hi baby. How are you? Let's go up to the bedroom," she'd say greeting her men at the front door while looking like an expensive, gift wrapped package awaiting them to unwrap.

* * * * *

Uselessly limp, usually ending up sore, his cock would only get half as hard as it did before. With his heart aching for all that he had given up and for all that he was about to lose with allowing his wife to have sex with other men, he was just as broken as was his cock. Assuredly, he was better off not knowing who she was sucking and fucking before. Now with a live weekly show in his bedroom, the pretenses of her being his faithful, loyal, loving wife were just as dead as his cock. Too young to be impotent, what did he do to deserve this?

As if trying to blow up a balloon that won't expand, in the way that the air leaks out of an inflatable raft when half-filled after giving up trying to blow it up and letting go, his cum leaks out of his cock. His badge of honor as a man, for someone who is so powerfully influential and successful in the business world, his limp dick is a total embarrassment to him. For the first time in his life, even though he was hugely successful in business, he felt like such a failure.

As if his prick is puking instead of cumming, as if his cock is a pussy, red, raw sore, his cum eventually just oozes out of his cock when half-hard without giving him that sexual satisfied feeling. Watching his cum leaking out of his cock instead of gushing out was akin to a firework display loaded with duds or a gun misfiring when he needed it to fire the most. A real disappointment to him in the way that his slut of a wife is, not able to try again for another 24 hours, he stared down at his sleeping cock with sexual frustration.

"Wake up! What's wrong with you? Don't fail me now," he said slapping at his limp prick with his hand. "Look at her. She's beautiful. She's sexy," he said holding up his cock and pointing it in her direction as if his little prick could see. "How could you not be sexually excited over her? How could you not want to fuck her? You're not even hard enough for her to suck you?"

* * * * *

He remembered the days when he could masturbate five times within a twenty-four hour period. He remembered the days when he'd give his wife three orgasms, one with his finger, one with his mouth, and another with his cock. He remembered the days that she'd suck him and wouldn't stop sucking him until he exploded in her mouth and she swallowed every drop before licking him clean. He remembered the days when she adored his cock and never talked about sucking and fucking another man's prick.

He remembered the days when she belonged to him and in the way that he never thought of another woman, he never thought of her having sex with another man. He remembered the days when she made him feel so special by calling him baby. Now, here he is trying to masturbate while watching his wife having yet another sexual adventure with yet another man and with her calling him baby. What's wrong with this picture?

The sensation of cumming with half an erection wasn't nearly as satisfying when masturbating and cumming with a full erection. Even when he could masturbate by watching his wife having sex with another man or by thinking about getting a blowjob from his hot, bitch of a mother-in-law or having sex with her sexy, bitch of a sister, masturbation didn't give him the pleasure and the sexual satisfaction that it once did. Not even a close second, even when he could masturbate, masturbation didn't give him the pleasure that he once had when having sex with his beautiful, sexy wife.