Friends Like These 2

Chapter 1

It's crazy to think about how different my life is today compared to a few months back. Lindsey and I have enjoyed six happy years of marriage. Up until recently, I guess you could say our lives were pretty average, even a little boring.

We have been together since college, maintaining a satisfying monogamous relationship throughout. It would be fair to consider us conservative both inside the bedroom and out.

Growing up in the church I didn't have too many friends outside of my small social circle. I was pretty sheltered and only dated a few girls before finally getting married. Despite my best efforts, I remained a virgin until my wedding night.

My wife definitely had more experience than me. She lost her virginity long before we met, to her high school boyfriend. They continued having sex regularly up until she went away to college.

Lindsey tended to be a little shy and guarded when talking about her past. Over the years I've heard enough stories to get a pretty good idea of what he was like as a boyfriend and lover.

From what she has told me, her ex had a very high libido and was always horny. After he first took her virginity in the back of his mom's minivan, he was determined to have sex whenever he wanted.

The handsome star football player was a hot commodity amongst the girls she went to school with. Lindsey felt lucky to be with him, so she never refused. Not that it mattered if she did, he didn't care if she was in the mood or not. My wife said he would get irritable and cranky if he didn't cum at least once or twice a day.

According to her, it was easier to appease him than to argue. It seemed like they had a contentious and difficult relationship. Lindsey was constantly making concessions and bowing to his demands, in order to keep the peace. In my opinion, he didn't sound like he was a nice guy.

It wasn't just the sex, he did his best to keep her all to himself. He was very possessive and jealous. He wouldn't let her be friends with or even talk to any other boys, otherwise he got angry. I couldn't understand why she put up with him for so long.

Lindsey said that she was young and stupid, but loved him despite his poor behavior. They even tried to make the relationship work when she went away to college.

The long distance between them didn't help with his distrust and insecurities. It wasn't long until she learned that he was fucking her best friend and a few other girls from their hometown. After they broke up she admitted to going a little crazy.

My wife was anxious about being single at first. But, after all those years, she was happy to be free of his control. Before long, she was dating different guys and having a few one-night stands. But, from the sound of it, nothing serious. I didn't ask her directly what her body count was, but I had a feeling it was probably more than ten.

Lindsey developed feelings for one guy she called, "a friend with benefits." When he wasn't interested in a serious relationship, she reconsidered her life. She didn't like who she had become and knew it was time for a change.

After her reassessment, she began attending church and underwent a spiritual transformation. The old Lindsey was washed away, she promised herself that she would no longer be that kind of girl. It wasn't too much longer after that when we met. She warned me from the beginning, insisting that we wait until marriage to have sex.

I didn't care, I was happy to finally have a girlfriend. It was love at first sight for me and I was quickly head over heels for her and our relationship took off. One year later, she made me the happiest guy on earth as we walked down the aisle to get married.

The wedding was great, but I couldn't wait to finally have sex for the first time! The day went by so fast and before I knew it, we were all alone in the honeymoon suite. Making love with my wife was everything I ever dreamed of. After months of buildup and anticipation it was disappointing for us both when I only lasted a few pumps inside her sweet pussy. It was over before we had even gotten started. I know Lindsey was frustrated, but she didn't make me feel bad. Despite my inexperience, she was patient and understanding with me about my premature-ejaculation problem.

By the next day I was ready to go again, but this time she had a plan to get me to last longer. All I had to do was lay back and let her take over. It was clear that she was very skilled and had a wonderful rhythm. Somehow she knew when to stop and let me cool down before she got going again. This seemed to work, but I never got much of a response from her.

Over the years, I learned to control my orgasm, and could last for several minutes at a time. I didn't have too many complaints, but I wished she would loosen up a little.

For the most part, we stuck to the basics when it came to making love. Lindsey explained that she doesn't like giving blowjobs. She prefers missionary or doggy style with very little foreplay.

I dreamt of the day when she might suck my penis and take me in her succulent mouth. The thought of oral sex had been a long-held fantasy of mine. One night, we got drunk and she started talking. She told me how her ex demanded she give him a blowjob every day before school.

My angelic wife vividly described how her boyfriend made her kneel down to service him. She said that normally she was naked or topless. But sometimes, she was still in her cheerleading uniform. I found this image to be very arousing. She described how her boyfriend face fucked her, with no regard for her comfort. Due to both his length and girth, it was difficult for her to always perform as he demanded.

Lindsey's expression turned nostalgic as she described her daily struggle. The horny kid took great pleasure in forcing his cock deep into her throat. It was so big that it choked her and made her feel light-headed. Eventually, she just got used to it, making it a little more manageable.

It didn't stop there, my wife kept telling me more. Then, to top it off, he demanded that she swallow his massive loads of cum. Lindsey said there was so much that she couldn't swallow it fast enough. He would finish by shooting the rest on her face and body.

She discovered his preference for this in time. She would beg him to cum on her face and tits. Having it on her wasn't ideal, but she hated having to swallow several mouthfuls of his thick sperm.

Once again, Lindsey admitted to doing this only to make him happy. I was starting to think that she liked it. Her pussy would get so wet when she would tell me about him.

The whole experience was apparently very traumatic for her. After that, she developed an aversion to sucking cock. I have to admit I was a little jealous, but also quite intrigued by her salacious confession. I couldn't help but wonder what else she might be keeping from me.

Our sex life is, by comparison, very vanilla. Lindsey claims it's better than her old, toxic relationship, but I have my doubts. For one, I don't think my wife has ever had an orgasm from sex. Second, she rarely initiates and seems bored doing it with me. I usually have to put in extra work with my fingers and tongue to get her into it and make her cum.

The expectation was set early in our relationship for me to pleasure Lindsey with my mouth.This was despite the fact that she would not reciprocate the favor. I was nervous about doing it at first. Not only had I never eaten a woman's pussy before, I hadn't even seen one in real life! Luckily she was very patient, guiding me through the process of doing it the way she liked it.

In no time at all, Lindsey was cumming like a fountain, demanding I keep going. By the end, she was begging me for mercy as I completely exhausted her energy. I was a natural and developed impressive skills in a short time. Now I take pride in my ability to make her cum very hard dozens of times with my well-trained tongue. I even took it upon myself to learn a few tricks to surprise her with and she loved it. My tongue kept her interested and coming back for more, to say the least!

Sometimes I wondered if my wife had an addiction to cumming, not unlike her high school boyfriend. Every date we had before getting married ended with my tongue buried in her fuzzy gash until she was panting for breath. She would often drop by late at night, begging me to eat her out for several massive orgasms. Then she would leave me to jerk off by myself with the sweet taste of her creamy pussy in my mouth.

Even to this day, I love going down on her, but I don't do it as often. Now that we are married, Lindsey doesn't seem as interested. There just doesn't seem to be much time for us to get together lately.

We were both very busy starting our lives professionally. I was working long hours trying my best to climb the corporate ladder. Lindsey went through several jobs before getting hired as a medical sales rep.

I didn't love the fact that one of her biggest clients was her high school boyfriend, Josh. He was a plastic surgeon and ran a very successful practice. She said he was different now, and much more mature. Their relationship wasn't like it was before. Now it was strictly professional. Josh seemed like a nice guy, but he was always a little condescending and aloof towards me. I couldn't help but wonder if he still held a candle for my beautiful wife.

The fact that Josh was married and had four kids of his own was the one positive aspect. I didn't think of him as a threat to my marriage. I do have to admit that my wife is much sexier than his pudgy wife. Lindsey would tell me that I was being ridiculous when I would get jealous about all the late nights and social functions she attended with him. I know that it was part of her job to entertain clients, but it felt like Josh saw my wife more than me!

It's not like I was any less busy than she was. It didn't help that our schedules didn't align either. I left for work very early. Lindsey usually worked in the afternoon and evening. Her job was remote for the most part but also required her to travel out of town a few days a month.

This didn't leave much time for us to be together alone. It's a real shame that we don't make love more often because I'm very attracted to my wife. Lindsey is a stunning twenty-eight-year-old. She has wavy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a very pretty, oval-shaped face. Her bubbly and friendly demeanor made her a natural at her sales job. I'm sure it helped that she was drop-dead gorgeous.

Those poor doctors didn't stand a chance when she walked into their offices. In addition to her pretty face, she has a killer body too. I would consider her curvy, but still petite and toned. She stands under five and a half feet tall with natural curves and a nice pair of natural perky breasts.

Lindsey's big tits are usually the first thing people notice about her when she enters a room. I can't blame them. Ever since the first time I saw her topless, her coconut-sized breasts have captivated me.

My wife's perky rack almost looks fake due to the teardrop shape and large size. Her glorious natural wonders will sway and bounce very little when she moves, even when she doesn't wear a bra.

Growing up, she was shy about her prominent and thick pink nipples. Despite the discomfort they caused, she had to wear thick, padded bras to hide her ultra-sensitive nubs. The bras only made her tits look bigger and more noticeable to the inevitable male gaze.

At first, it would make me upset, but like her, I eventually got used to it. There wasn't much she could do about them otherwise. When she was at home and away from work she was almost certainly braless.

Lindsey knew how much I loved her tits and she would often tease me by flashing them at me or just walking around naked. I would exploit the fact that her nipples were so sensitive to the slightest touch. I can make her cum by giving them a little extra attention before eating her out.

The best part about her hourglass figure is probably her thick butt. That juicy peach of an ass sticks out like a bubble on her otherwise trim and athletic body. I figure it's from all the years she spent doing competitive gymnastics and diving.

Even to this day, she is fanatical about her health and fitness. She stays in great shape by going to the gym a few times a week and running or swimming every morning. I couldn't be more proud to have her as my partner.

On the other hand, there was me. Admittedly, I wasn't nearly as attractive or health-conscious as my wife. Over the years I have gained a little weight and lost quite a bit of hair. Since we started dating, many of my friends and family have accused me of "batting out of my league." I'm not so sure about that. All I know is that I felt very lucky to have such a beautiful and loving wife.

That's not to say I didn't have my issues with her. Lately, the biggest problems in our marriage was the frequency of sex. As a man with needs, I found myself masturbating quite often to fill the gaps between our lovemaking.

In the beginning, I would guess that we made love once or twice a week, depending on how busy we were. Then as we settled down, it was probably a few times a month. There have been a few long periods with no sex throughout our marriage. We once went nearly eight months without doing it.

It was normal for me to jerk off at least once or twice a day. I would usually just look at porn on my phone, but I would also close my eyes and think about Lindsey.

My wife was not the type to take or send naked pictures. I did have a few that I had snuck over the years. I would often look at them and get very excited.

My favorite thing to do was to share those pictures online. Lindsey would kill me if she knew, so she had no idea that I was doing it. Of course, I would blur her face and hide any identifiable details before posting them.

I loved doing it and got a real kick out of showing her off. The comments I would get were usually pretty graphic and raw. I would get so excited reading all the nasty and depraved comments from other men. Lindsey was getting a lot of attention so I started taking more pictures to feed my growing fan base.

Over time I secretly began to harbor fantasies about sharing her with other men. It started with porno clips and went from there. I love to read erotica in books, magazines, and more recently, on the internet. I'm drawn to stories of unfaithful women and their accepting husbands.

For me, there was something so hot and taboo about a husband sharing his wife with another man. It almost became an obsession as I dreamed it might one day become a reality in my marriage. I knew my wife would never be interested in that. So, I kept it a secret, never mentioning my dark desires.

Ever since we met, my wife made it clear that she wanted a family of her own. She was the baby of the family with five older siblings. I was an only child from a one-night stand. I never knew my father and my mother was not interested in dating.

I fully supported Lindsey's choice and wanted so badly to give her a child. For the past year, we have been trying to have a baby. It was great at first because we were having sex all the time.

After the first few months and still nothing, it became a bit of a chore. It was very matter-of-fact and all business. My wife had her cycle down to a science and knew the exact day she would be the most fertile. She even had me download an app on my phone so I would know too.

I have to admit, after the first few months, I was struggling to perform. I was having trouble getting to the finish line with all the extra stress she was putting on me. There were many times I couldn't get hard enough to cum. This left my wife in tears and me on the couch. Usually, by the time I calmed down, I had a massive erection. I'd beat off to my favorite stories and go to sleep.

Lindsey tried everything to get me back on track. She was constantly walking around naked and would buy very sexy lingerie to tease me with. With the help of a little liquid courage she even let me take naughty pictures of her in various states of undress. The whole time promising that I would delete them immediately after.

Of course that never happened. In a short amount of time, I amassed a fairly large photo collection. What she didn't know was that I was editing and posting them online. I spent a lot of money on the best camera and video equipment I could afford to feed my addiction.

It only took a glass of wine or two and Lindsey would loosen up enough for me to get the pictures I needed. I could tell she loved posing for the camera. It turned her on as I directed her while trying to stay out of frame. I tended to not post pictures of myself online as I was often ridiculed for my flabby body and small penis. For a while, this did wonders for our sex life, but it too began to fade.

My wife started experimenting with oral on me before making love. It was usually short-lived and only a few licks and slurps, certainly it was never to completion. She could swallow my whole length in a single breath. It was easy, unlike the choking and gagging she described having to endure with her ex. It looked great on camera, despite my undersized penis.

Lindsey only started doing it at my suggestion. She made me promise not to cum in her mouth or she would never do it again. The feeling of her soft, wet mouth never failed to get me hard as stone.

Once she was satisfied that I was ready, she would stop sucking and then spread her legs for me to mount her. In a matter of a few pumps, I would cum inside her sweet pussy as she stared off into the distance. She wasn't getting anything out of this physically. Despite our best efforts, her period would arrive right on time.

Eventually, Lindsey booked us an appointment with a fertility specialist. It was a little awkward jerking off in a public bathroom at the clinic, but she surprised me by sneaking in to help me out. That was the first time my wife had ever used her mouth on me. The sensation of her tongue on my penis had me on the edge of spurting in seconds. My wife was able to sense my approaching orgasm as she held up the little plastic cup for me to ejaculate into. It was a disappointing conclusion to an otherwise monumental occasion!

Unfortunately, the ruined orgasm was only the beginning for my turn of bad luck. I was devastated when the doctor said my sperm count and volume were very low. He detailed how my underdeveloped testicles could not function correctly to produce viable cells.

There wasn't any effective treatment for my condition, but it was possible for me to increase my chances. My wife and I listened carefully as he suggested I switch from briefs to boxers. Second, he said I should start a diet and exercise routine, because he thought I was overweight. Finally, I couldn't help but blush as he encouraged me to stop masturbating. This would be instrumental to help build up my sperm.

It wasn't all bad, there was some good news too. The doctor read Lindsey's report. My wife's tests, on the other hand, came back very good. He said that she was as fertile as the Nile River delta. This was good for me because she was probably the best chance for us to get pregnant naturally.

The doctor did make one observation that might otherwise impede that slim chance. During the examination he observed that my wife had an upturned vagina and a very deep cervix. He said I needed to get my sperm inside her as deep as possible for any chance at fertilization. The ideal depth would be at least seven to eight inches. Once again I blushed as he held up a model of the female reproductive system to give us a better idea of what we were up against. Even though he hadn't seen me fully engorged, I'm sure he knew that I was nowhere near that size.