I was happy but not satisfied and I had only myself to blame. My second marriage provided me with any material thing I desired. The finest clothes, expensive new cars, jewelry, just about anything I wanted. I admit I married Julian for his money. Julian’s family is wealthy and he is a top professor at a state university and makes a hefty salary. He makes a mint from writing books and at performing speaking engagements all over the country. Julian is also 19 years older than me and I was 31 when we married. His first marriage ended six years ago when his wife of 11 years died of an illness.
My first marriage ended because my husband was a womanizer and could not resist the temptation to fuck other women. He is a good-looking man, too good looking, and is very nicely equipped. I know he sincerely loved me, he just could not seem to stop chasing other women. I could not put up with that and after six bittersweet years I finally decided I had to leave him, even though he begged me to stay, saying he would change. I had been patient and hopeful that he would indeed change, but enough was enough. We didn’t have any children, even though he wanted children badly. He even suggested that maybe if we had a kid, that would help him become faithful. But I was firm in my decision not to bear his child unless he could stop running around. I’m glad I stood my ground on that.
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I met Julian at a cocktail party and he made a favorable impression on me. He was charming, intellectual and witty, not great looking, but not bad either. He was medium height, thin, his best feature was his blue eyes. We started dating, Julian really liked me and he spared no expense. I fell for him although he was not a great lover, he wasn’t even a good lover, but I had never before been able to enjoy money like I did now. In time, I learned to take care of my own needs and be content with my new husband. We both realized why we married each other. I married him for money, and he wanted a smart, social, pretty woman on his arm when he had to attend social events and parties. Julian also wanted a baby sitter and caretaker for his 14 year old son, Chad. So we married for different reasons, none of which was love or the joy of sex.
Julian was gone most of the time, and when he was home he was writing a book or busy at the University. I was in charge of keeping the house up, paying the bills, and making sure his son was well clothed, fed, and had a way of getting around town and to school.
I had one particular problem I had to deal with, I was horny a lot. Even though my first husband had some flings, to his credit he always took care of my sexual cravings. He really did provide me with great orgasms and I loved the fact that he was good looking and hung. It was unfortunate that things didn’t work out.
After a couple of years I was really missing great sex and it even crossed my mind to have an affair. One night, I told Julian how I felt, Julian listened to me as I told him of my frustrations that he did not please me. I was on a roll allowed myself to really be open and frank with him about my feelings. I pretty much told him he sucked in bed. In fact as I spoke I wanted to see him get mad, something he very rarely allowed to happen. I mean, how many wives could tell there husbands they were a terrible lover, and not have the husband get upset. Not Julian. As usual, his intellect weighed every word and came back with a cool response. After hearing me out he simply replied “You knew what you were getting into from the beginning” and he was right. He also told me he would not tolerate any infidelity.
For weeks I thought long and hard and weighed all my options. I decided that although I was horny, I was enjoying his money and that I would continue masturbating and make the best of it. Not long after that talk Julian made more of an effort to try and please sexually when he was home. Julian went to his doctor and got a prescription for Viagra. The blue pill made his little dick hard and Julian really thought he was drilling me with the rediscovery of his long lost erections. While the Viagra did restore his manhood(?), it didn’t do anything to make him a better lover. What he called screwing, I called boring. Not only was he smallish, he was also terrible with his tongue. Most times I would act as if he was doing me real good just to hurry up and get it over with.
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Through the years I had become very close to Chad, his son. We had formed a solid relationship, a friendship and we learned that we could confide in and trust each other. He was now 18 and I had known him over four years. Chad had been accepted into a very good public State University ( in another state ) and would be going there in a few months. He had matured into a fine looking man, tall, and handsome with great facial features, athletic, dark curly hair, and a lean yet well cut muscular build. He did not resemble Julian one bit. In fact they didn’t seem to share any other traits either. I often even wondered if Chad truly was Julian’s child. Julian had little to do with his son when he was home. This only raised my doubts that Chad may not be Julian’s son. But I never mentioned my suspensions to either one of them.
Chad was popular in school and had an active social life. He dated off and on and the girls he took out were always pretty, but he never seemed to date any girl more than four of five times. I thought it odd that such a popular, handsome young man never had a steady girl his junior or senior years, but didn’t really give it too much thought. Then one day I accidentally discovered why he had a problem keeping a girlfriend.
Chad’s bedroom was downstairs, in the large finished basement, along with a tv room with a wide screen tv, a washer and dryer room and bathroom, it was pretty much like his own apartment. One Friday night I needed to do some laundry. I didn’t ever realize that Chad was home, not until I got to the bottom of the stairs. What I heard and witnessed shocked me. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard a girl’s voice coming from the tv room and realized that he it was Melanie, Chad’s latest girl.
“SHIT!!! Not again Chad!!!!”
“Sorry Mel, just keep trying.” I don’t usually eavesdrop, but I had to take a peek and see what was going on. I tiptoed to the end of the hall and slowly peeked around the corner. I saw Chad standing up in front of Melanie. Melanie was seated on the loveseat. His shorts and underwear were down around his ankles, his large flaccid dick was in her hand. She was looking up at him.
“Why does this happen
every
time? Is there something wrong with me?”
“God no, believe me, it’s not you, I don’t know why it happens.”
“Chad, you’ve got the perfect cock, why can’t you keep it hard?” Mel then put him in her mouth and sucked on it in a desperate attempt to get him hard. As I looked on I was impressed by his manhood. The size of Chad’s soft cock put Julian’s best hard on to shame. “There is no way he is Julian’s child” I convinced myself.
Melanie was frantic, sucking sloppily. She was going to fast and was much too abrasive in her desperate effort to make Chad hard again. The end result was nothing but frustration for both of them.
“Damn Chad!!! I give up!” She was totally frustrated.
“I’m sorry Mel. Let’s try again, we can start over again.”
Melanie stood up. “Sorry Chad, I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later.” She left out of the basement door in a rush. She wanted to fuck Chad’s big cock and was very upset that he could not perform.
Chad stood there, his cock hanging down. He looked down at it “FUCK!!!!! Thanks again old buddy.” He then pulled his shorts back up. I quickly and quietly went back up the stairs. I was a nervous wreck. I felt so bad for him, how humiliating that must have been for him. I sat down with a glass of wine and reflected on the event. I felt so bad for Chad. He was obviously embarrassed and I know his feelings were hurt deeply.
Many things raced through my mind that night as I lay in bed. I tossed and turned all night thinking about the situation, I even found myself wondering what his cock looked like when fully hard. I kept remembering Melanie saying so frustrated “Why does this happen every time?” “You have the perfect cock, why can’t you stay hard?” I felt so bad for Chad and I decided that if he had a problem, I would somehow have to figure out a way to help him.
The next morning I fixed Chad his favorite breakfast and I tried to talk with him as he ate. “I noticed that you had a guest over last night?”
“Yea, Mel came over.”
“Well, must be serious, you’ve been seeing her for about a month.” I lightly joked, trying to lead the conversation.
“Yea, well, she broke up with me last night.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
