My wife and I have been married for ten years and for all that time, she's taken care of my every need. As a quadriplegic, I have a lot of needs, both medical and emotional. Worst of all, the accident left me with permanent limp-dick. I was injured before I met my wife, Lana, so she knew what she was getting into before we got married.
For the most part, our marriage is wonderful. But as you can guess, our love life isn't what it would be if I could move. Even if I could move just my arms, I know I could satisfy her entirely. Due to my condition, the only real sex we can have is oral, her sitting on my face. For the first two years, face-riding was all we needed; she says she was truly happy just being with me.
As our marriage expanded emotionally, our sex life dwindled into nothing. We tried to spice up our sex life with all sorts of specialty toys and dildos that feel real, but it was never magical.
Lana never had a problem with our sex life, but I, as a man, needed to feel powerful. I needed to know that my wife was getting a good fucking regularly. Since I could only perform orally, I learned to perform the best oral she ever had. I became so good at eating my wife's pussy that her sex drive reignited, and she couldn't get enough of sitting on my face, and neither could I.
Still, with no manly cock or even fingers to fuck her with, I felt emasculated. She spends every available moment helping me, and I can't do anything for her in return. I know I should've been happy with what we had, but as a man, I believed that my wife needed to be fucked.
The only way I would be happy was if Lana was cumming on a real cock. I knew I needed to share my wife with other men, or at least one other man; she deserved that much.
After months of groveling and dealing, I eventually convinced Lana to have sex with another man. I pretty much had to blackmail her into doing it but she reluctantly agreed, and I began making plans.
Our deal stipulated that she only had to be with another man twice a year. We agreed that it would happen the first weekend of January and the first weekend of July. Due to her lack of genuine interest, she allowed me to choose the guy(s), under the condition that they never contacted me or her outside of the first week of the selected months.
That January, I introduced her to Dillon, an old friend from college. She and Dillon were nice to each other, but the sex was very fake. Dillon didn't know; he loved it. I could tell Lana was faking just to get it over with. Next, she met Chad, another old friend. It was the same thing with Chad, though Chad did give her real orgasm, which surprised us both.
Then there was Alex, and Marcus, and Don, then Ricky. She wasn't getting into it as I thought she would. I began to think that she was right; she was actually happy with our mediocre sex life. I still tried to hook her up with manly guys, but she never found true sexual pleasure with any of them.
Eventually, I introduced her to John, whose big cock rocked her world physically. She admitted to having countless orgasms with him, but they all felt forced; just physical reactions to having a cock inside her. I thanked John for his effort but realized that our marriage might not survive if I kept pushing her.
After the thing with John, I cooled off for a while. When we got back from visiting John, we talked and I explained to her where I was coming from. She blamed the whole series on me being a stupid man who needed to prove himself, and she wasn't wrong. For a while, we went back to our normal life and everything was fine.
Then, one day, I was looking around on her Twitter page and found something arousing. Before you jump to any conclusions, she wasn't cheating or thinking about cheating. Her account, her posts, and DMs, all of it was extremely boring. However, one of the guys she followed had just posted a steamy sexy half-naked pic.
I couldn't help but check him out, and I'm glad I did. His page revealed the most delicious pics and story behind his transformation. He was massively overweight for much of his life, but recently, he lost all that weight and replaced it with solid, lean muscle.
The imagery of Isaiah's chocolate body pressed against my butter-pecan Puerto Rican wife sent chills down my neck. Imagining him buried between her legs made it feel like my dick was hard. Even though it was impossible, Isaiah made me that horny. Instantly, I knew I needed to convince my wife to fuck another man one more time.
The conversation went about as you'd imagine. She hated the idea and hated the fact that I wanted her to fuck Isaiah even more. Though she and Isaiah were friends, she always felt he was unusually cruel at times. She described him as having some serious personal issues, which he either: internalized and tried to destroy himself or he lashed outward and tried to destroy others.
After months of begging and pussy eating, she agreed to at least meet with Isaiah. I reached out to him and explained my situation, and he responded by offering to teach me some tried-and-true tricks to improve Lana and I's sex life without him. I was stunned by his suggestion, as most men, including some of my dearest friends, jumped at the opportunity to cuckold me and fuck my hot Puerto Rican wife.
Not only was I surprised by Isaiah, but Lana was surprised by him as well. We met him at a small pub outside the city, and he was overwhelmingly respectful. He openly talked about the dark days he lived through back in school and about how he'd found peace admitting what he was. Immediately, we both thought he was about to come out to us as a proudly gay man or a woman who'd been born in a man's body, but that wasn't it.
