Limp Dic

I was sitting on my back deck when I heard my daughter Tina approach me.

"Hi, Dad."

"Hey kid, I didn't know you were stopping by."

"I just thought I would stop by and see how you were doing."

"Did your mother tell you to check in on me?"

"Yeah, Mom said you weren't too happy that she was spending the weekend with Brian after the awards ceremony."

"You know what Tina; 'I just don't give a fuck any longer.'

"Dad don't be like that. You have to look at it from Mom's perspective too. She's always there for you, and she takes care of your needs." I looked at Tina just waiting for her to say it.

"You know what I mean Dad, sexual needs."

"What did your mother tell you!"

"Calm down Dad, Mom and I talk. Please don't be angry, just think of Mom. She is only 45, and she has needs too."

"So just because I have to suffer it doesn't mean that she should?"

"Dad, she was there for you for a year and a half. Do you know how many men hit on Mom and she stayed by your side? And Dad, you agreed to this, and it made Mom so happy."

"I never agreed to shit. I told your mother our life would never be the same again, but I also couldn't stop her. She had her mind set before she approached me."

"Dad, it's only sex."

"That's why she's off at an awards ceremony for the whole weekend, with the arrogant prick."

"Dad!" my daughter gasped like I had insulted the Pope, "Brian is a kind man and treats Mom with respect. I know you are angry, but... Just remember that Mom only loves you."

"Keep telling yourself that Tina, keep telling yourself that.

If it were only sex, why the whole weekend? How much sex does your mother need?"

"Mom and Brian are friends, friends with benefits I guess you could say. Brain asked if Mom would go with him to the ceremony. It's innocent; Brian just needed a date."

"Yes, a date. A date to fuck the whole weekend!" I let that hang there but Tina was not phased.

"Dad, I've never heard you talk like that before. You need to stop and just relax and remember that Mom only loves you. Brian is nothing more than sex."

"I've taken the back seat to your mother's fuck buddy Brian. He calls and she's out on the deck talking and laughing. She tries to tell me it's not Brian, but I know."

Just a little background for you.

My wife Lisa and I have been married for 22 years. Our daughter is in college. It's under two hours away, so not too far for her to come for a weekend visit and give her laundry to her mother to do for her.

Lisa used to work for Brian. She no longer works thanks to me, I guess you could say. I was an electrician in the union, but I no longer work either.

About two years ago I was in a bad accident while driving to a job site. I was driving the company van when a delivery truck T-Boned me. I was in the hospital/rehabilitation for two months. I had nerve damage, spinal cord "complications," that's what they call it, and vertebrae in my neck had to be fused.

Two years later I am still in pain, I have trouble walking and at times I need a cane. I'm on all kinds of pills, oxycodone is about the only one I can pronounce. My life sucks.

As a result of my accident, nerve damage, and spinal cord complications, I am almost impotent. I can't get hard, well, maybe an inch and I do feel pleasure. Can I cum? Not enough to make a difference one way or another.

As you may have guessed, intercourse with my wife is nonexistent. I go down on my wife and use various toys to bring her to orgasm. As for me, Lisa tries her best to bring me to orgasm orally. As I said, I feel it, but it's not the same or even worth the effort.

Well, about six months ago my wife approached me with the idea that she wanted to take a lover. Not exactly a lover, she called it a friend with benefits. "It would only be sex," she told me.

And who was the man that would enjoy my wife? Her boss, Brian. Well, old boss. Because of my accident and lawsuit, I am now rich as fuck. I can't work any longer because of my injuries and Lisa, well, Lisa just quit.

Brian had been flirting with and hitting on Lisa for years. "Oh Tom, I just love it when you're jealous." Or "Tom, it's just a little flirting, nothing more." That's what Lisa would say to me.

Every one of Lisa's office parties was the same. Brian is by Lisa's side the minute he sees her, and it's as if I were not even there. He would take Lisa's hand and lead her to the dance floor at the Christmas parties. He would be all over her at the summer barbeque, pool parties, and the happy hours or whatever other get-together her office had.

"Tom, Brian is my boss. Please don't start any trouble for me." That's what I would get any time I got pissed.

I was happy when Lisa quit her job and I was finally rid of that prick. But I was wrong; somehow, he weaseled his way back into our lives. Brian is a good-looking guy in his mid to late 30s and divorced. His wife probably divorced him once she realized he was an arrogant prick too.

Lisa only sees Brian the nice guy. I guess that's what my daughter sees too. They don't see the prick that talks down to everyone who doesn't have his kind of money. I have his kind of money now, but he would eventually let me know every chance he had that he must please my wife because I can't.

Lisa doesn't believe me when I tell her the backhanded comments he makes.

So, after much arguing and walking on glass around the house, Lisa made her decision, even though I think she was already fucking him. At first, it was discreet. Discreet to the point that I didn't even know she was with him. "I'm going shopping Tom" or "I'm going out with the girls tonight." She would come home with shopping bags, or her friends would comment on the fun they had out together. But deep down I knew where she was with him and that her friends were just covering for her. Yes, I followed her on more than one occasion.

Did Brian have a big dick? No bigger than mine once was.

Did Lisa let Brian do to her what I never did? Yes, she did. I had no interest in anal sex, but it looks like my wife loves it. She's also kinky, which I never knew. She enjoys being cuffed to the bed and treated like a sex slave. Who knew?

One day, Lisa was getting dressed for an evening out with Brian. "Tom, Brian has tickets to a play. I want to see the play. It's nothing more than that."

That was the last straw for me. "You know what Lisa, do whatever the fuck you want. I'm done." She went out that night and I moved my clothes into the spare room and our marriage went downhill from there. We talked and acted like a couple around others, but our life together was far from happy.

"Why do you have to be like this? Please move back into the room with me." Lisa would beg.

I couldn't do it. Was it my ego? Was it knowing that I couldn't please my wife so someone else was doing it for me? Was it how happy I saw Lisa when she returned from being with Brian?

It was all the above.

So here I was getting pissed off at my daughter. "Tina, I think it's time for you to leave."

"Really Dad. I'm here because Mom is concerned for you, and this is how you are going to act. Fine, we are all tired of your self-pity anyway." And she left.

She left and I decided to do the same. It was Saturday and the banks were open, so I visited mine. I took three-quarters of our checking, and savings and transferred it into a new account in another bank. I also went online and updated the bank account for the monthly benefit payments I was receiving. I had control of a lot of other funds, some retirements that couldn't be touched and others that were in the market or CDs. My portfolio also included lucrative real estate properties. Lisa was just a beneficiary, so I left those alone.

If I didn't file for divorce, there would be no reason for Lisa to go after half of my holdings.

I left Lisa with enough money for her to live comfortably. Next, I packed a few bags with clothes, toiletries, my computer, and any other stuff I would need to start a new life. I thought about leaving my wedding band and a fuck you letter but decided to just leave and say nothing.

Well, my daughter must have talked to Lisa because she called and sent me texts to which I would not respond. I was in my truck to destinations unknown.

I made my way from New York to North Carolina, where I stayed for a few weeks. I rented a place on Emerald Isle, a beach town with rental properties on the water.

But I finally ended up settling down in Clearwater Florida. I found a place on the water with an option to buy. I was miserable and most times I found myself eating fast food and sitting at a bar most afternoons and evenings. I also spent time at a strip club. I got to know the girls, and I helped a few of them with financial problems.

The girls at the strip club were my new friends and they offered to take care of me, you know what I mean, but that just depressed me even more.

I kept on getting calls and texts from my wife and daughter, but they finally ended. Brian probably convinced Lisa that I wasn't worth the effort. I kept in touch with my parents and my sister who lived in New York. They knew I was living in Florida but not where in the state.

The girls at the strip club became my family. There was Laurie, the oldest and in her 30s or so, with a smoking hot body. And Kelly was the youngest at 22. At times I felt like a dirty old man watching Kelly strip. What she did in the VIP rooms, I never asked.

Laurie ran the place. She worked the bar, topless, and would occasionally dance and take a regular into the VIP room. She was also a mom to all the girls. If a guy was drunk or getting out of control, Laurie was the first to call the bouncers over. I caught her a few times making sure the girls had condoms if they were taking guys into the VIP rooms.

One day I had to ask, "Laurie, do they..." I didn't have to finish my sentence.

"Tom," Laurie looked at me, "these girls do what they need to do to survive."

From that day on, I made sure that I was a big tipper. To my surprise, the girls would not take my money unless I went into the VIP room with them. Sometimes I would strip for them. Well not completely of course. The only one that I ever let near my little dick was Laurie.

"Tom, I've been a stripper for a long time and doing what I need to survive. I've seen big dicks and little dicks. Believe it or not, some guys are born with a tiny dick, and they just accept it and I treat them no different than a guy with a big dick."

"But which would you prefer?" I asked.

"I would prefer the man that was kind, caring, loving, and funny." I just smiled because she had described me.

"Tom, all the girls here get tested regularly for transmitted diseases, and as the saying goes, No glove no love." Even if a guy wants a blowjob, there will be a condom on his dick. Most guys don't like that."

"Well, I don't think a condom would fit on my dick."

Laurie looked at me with a smile, "And I would never ask you to wear one."

It had been four months since I left my wife and daughter behind. I went to CVS to get my laundry list of prescriptions refilled. I was told that I needed the doctor to send in a new script.

It was time for my doctor's visit, but I had no interest in driving back to New York, so I found a doctor close to where I was now living. Victoria, some last name that I could not pronounce. I explained to her secretary that I needed to see the doctor, all about my accident, my medications, and that I needed refills. She felt bad for me and squeezed me in for an appointment.

I also gave her the name of my doctor in New York and DocuSigned some forms to transfer my files.

So, there I was in the waiting room, "Mr. Myer, the doctor will see you now."

I was stiff to get up after sitting there for so long. "Right this way," she said.

"Thank you," I responded.

"I'll be right with you, please have a seat," the doctor said as I entered her office. She was standing by the filing cabinet and looked good from behind. She had nice legs and a nice ass too.

"Hello, Mr. Myer."

She introduced herself and thanked god she said "But you can just call me Victoria or Doc. I know my last name is hard to pronounce."

Victoria had my files but still had a bunch of questions for me. Her biggest concern was all the medication I was on.

"Mr. Myer."

"Please, call me Tom."

"Tom, when was the last time your doctor went over your medications with you?"

"I've been taking those same pills since the surgery."

"Some of these pills should not have been taken long-term." She went on to ask me about my health and how I felt. She hooked me up to a bunch of monitors and had her nurse take blood and I gave her a urine sample. I didn't tell her about my little dick problem. I was too embarrassed.

"Tom, I want to wait for your test results to come back before I put you on any medication. Now before you say anything, let me finish. You have been taking Oxycodone for over two years for the pain."

"But only when needed. I don't take it every day."

"Tom, you shouldn't be taking it at all. You should be taking Aleve if you have pain."

"Really, Aleve? Do you know how much pain I'm in in the morning and how stiff I am?"

"Do you understand the long-term effects of some of the bills you are taking?" she looked at me like I was the doctor and had the answers for her. "High blood pressure, kidney and liver problems, weight gain, mode swings..." she went on and on. She made it sound like I was lucky to be alive.

"Are you calling me fat?" I said with a smile.

"Tom, this is not a joke." She looked serious.

She prescribed a painkiller that was stronger than Aleve, but not addicting like Oxycodone.

"And Tom, I would never call a patient fat, but you are overweight." She handed me a meal plan.

I was going to mention that I didn't see McDonald's on the list of acceptable foods, but Victoria wasn't into my humor. "Is alcohol a no-no?"

"For now, no alcohol, and I want you to go this gym," she handed me a card, "I will call Mia and she will put you on a workout schedule to get you back in shape. A strong core can help to relieve back pain."

I spent the rest of the day shopping. I bought my new workout wardrobe and healthy food. Besides no McDonald's on the healthy food list, there was no meat on the list at all. On the list were fish, chicken, fruits, vegetables, a bunch of healthy legumes, kale (not gonna happen), and some other crap that I knew I wouldn't like.

I could drink coffee or tea in moderation but with no milk or sugar. For a healthy snack, carrots were recommended.

This diet was going to suck, but I was determined to stick with it.

My dick may not work, but I still liked looking at my naked friends at the strip club, so I decided to take better care of myself and not look disgusting to them.

The girls were going to help me too. They were all going over the list of healthy foods I could eat. "Kale, I love Kale," Kelly said with a smile. "You can season it and cook it in the oven; you'll love it, you'll see."

"Tom," Laurie joined in, "Kale, leafy greens, nuts, fruit, and fish, which are on your list, are all good healthy foods for a strong erection." She looked at me with a smile.

"I googled the health benefits of the foods. See, I'm a smart stripper."

"You're a hot as fuck stripper," I said with a smile.

Well, I ate Kelly's Kale and it tasted nasty, but I never complained.

I met Mia my new trainer and she kicked my ass. She was a fucking dominatrix with a hatred for the male species. If I didn't listen to her, I had a feeling she'd bring out a bullwhip and teach me to obey.

I was never late for an appointment with her and over the course of just three months, she had my ass in shape. And I mean it, I had an ass again. I felt good and the fat turned to muscle. I didn't look like some 20 or 30-year-old bodybuilder or anything, but I was better than a Dadbod. I still needed a cane at times, but with the weight loss, my back pain wasn't as bad.

Victoria had my meds all figured out and I was sticking to my diet. The girls made sure of that. By now I owned the beach house, and the girls were always over. Most times they were topless in the pool or jacuzzi. I was even starting to like Kale. No, no I never started to like Kale, I just told Kelly that I did.

Laurie would stay over a few nights a week which turned into every night, and you may have guessed, my dick one day started to work again.

"OH, FUCK ME!" That was Laurie's way of telling me she was happy that my dick was working too.

As I said, I kept in touch with my family, but not my wife and daughter. It had been just over six months since I left New York when I got an invitation to my niece Cathy's wedding.

"So, are you excited to get back to New York and see your family? Maybe rub it in your wife's face how good you look?" Laurie asked.

"I don't know, what do you think we should do since you're coming with me?"

Laurie looked at me and shook her head, "I'm not going, Tom."

"Why not?"

"Tom, I'm a stripper and I fuck in a VIP room for money. What do I say when your family and friends start asking how we met?"

"Well, first of all, you don't work at a strip club, you own a strip club." Laurie looked confused as I handed her a stack of paper she needed to sign.

"Tom, what's going on?"

"I had a few dollars lying around and the club looked like a sound investment. You practically run the place already, so now you own 80% of it. We're partners."

As you can imagine, Laurie was confused, happy, kissing me all over, sucking my dick, fucking me and it all ended with, "Fine, I'll go to the wedding with you."

I didn't just buy the business; I bought the building, the connecting abandoned restaurant, and the motel that was also on the lot. I got it for a steal. My brother-in-law works for a law firm, which offers all kinds of services for businesses. He and his firm took care of the purchase for me.

"Lenny," I said, "I don't want anyone to know where I am or what I do with my money and my life." He agreed but told me eventually he would have to tell my sister. He was not going to keep secrets from my sister, his wife.

So here I was, a 50-year-old man, in the best shape of my life, introducing my hot as fuck 30 some-odd-year-old business partner to my family and friends.

I took my mom, dad, sister Chrissy, and her husband Lenny out to dinner a few days before the wedding to catch up with them. They were happy to see me and couldn't believe how good I looked. They knew the pain I was in and how hard it was for me to get around.

"No more McDonald's for me and unfortunately, I also had to give up alcohol," I told them.

"The doctor said you could have one or two," Laurie added.

My family took to Laurie right from the start, but my mom and sister did corner me and wanted to know what my plans were. "Tom, as fucked up as it is," my sister said, "you're still married to Lisa, and believe it or not, she does love you and misses you."

"Really, and who is she coming to the wedding with?" they were both quiet, "that's what I thought."

Laurie and I hung back at the church and entered after everyone was seated. I had no interest in seeing my wife and daughter at the church. This was Cathy's day, and I just had a feeling that seeing me with Laurie would cause a stir.

We also cut to the front of the line and gave congratulations before we drove off to the reception hall.

"Are you ready for this Tom," Laurie asked as she kissed me on the cheek, "I want you to play nice, but if you feel that you need to kick the shit out of that prick Brian, then give him hell."

I think over time, being with Laurie and the girls, I realized that I was too hard on myself and Lisa. Maybe it was just sex, and my ego couldn't see that. Look at me now; I am part owner in a strip club where the girls take guys into a VIP room to fuck for money. And now that my dick works again, Laurie shares me with the girls. Oh, did I forget to tell you that? Look, I had over two years of a sexless life, I needed to make up for lost time.