Oliver & Iris

Only in a loving, stable, marriage would a husband even contemplate the idea that follows. Even then, only in a rock-solid relationship would the husband actually undertake the steps and the risk to implement the series of steps to bring that notion to life.

This story outlines a fantasy more common than most married men would freely admit to. It is usually borne from the same frustration that all husbands face from time to time. The difference in this case is that this husband made his idea, his fantasy come true.

While the fantasy may start with the husband and no doubt benefited him, the real beneficiary would be the dutiful wife who's latent and buried sexual desires are allowed to surface and then flourish. In time, it would prove to be the most loving, generous and trusting thing a husband could do for his wife. Their relationship would invariably be tested but its enduring love and resilience proved beyond doubt.

It is a true story of understanding, new experiences and sexual growth.

Oliver, at 47, is rapidly approaching middle age. Like many such married men, he has surrendered to years of domesticated life and fallen into a routine of work and family. In the past, his height (almost 6 ft) has disguised his weight but now even he admits to it being more than he is comfortable with.

Oliver's wife (Iris) is also 47. She too has felt that she has let herself go somewhat but puts that down to the busyness of everyday life and the raising of their two children. She still manages to get to the gym at least once a week and finds that doing so keeps her energised and provides an outlet for any work stress.

Iris will often look herself up and down in the mirror, naked after a shower and cast a critical eye over herself. She is not enamoured with her figure and can't quite understand how Oliver still thinks of her as being attractive and desirable. (She is not aware that her naked form is often the "go to" image that Oliver uses when he is masturbating himself in the shower and needs to finish quickly to leave the house). While, post-Covid, Oliver has now resumed work duties in an office, Iris was allowed to continue to work from home.

Iris makes allowance for sex once a week and sometimes a second time for a birthday or special occasion. For as long as she can remember, sex for her has been pleasurable enough but there is no doubt it is done for her husband as part of her wifely obligations. Oliver would like to have sex more often but has resigned himself for making his needs up by wanking in the shower.

When they do have sex, it's usually late at night after the kids are in bed and asleep. This means it is often quick and lacking in foreplay. While Iris will usually touch Oliver's cock, she will rarely look at it and will never say anything admiringly about it. He will ensure he gets to lick her pussy beforehand, even if briefly but it would be more for his benefit than hers. Iris is reluctant to reciprocate the oral pleasure back to her husband but rather just move straight into sex. In turn, the sex is stock, standard missionary with very little (if any) variety. Anything erotic, such as anal sex was always a "hard no."

While Oliver has had sex with a number of other women, he knows that he has been the only sexual partner that Iris has had. After some 15 years of marriage, Oliver has had some sadness for his wife and guilt that she hasn't had the variety of partners he has had.

So, Iris had always been prudish when it came to sex. Initially Oliver thought this was a nice quality for her to have. After all, it was unlikely she would be unfaithful to him. Also, it would give him the opportunity to open her eyes to new sexual experiences.

It wasn't always like that. One time early in their marriage Oliver had to quickly pick up Iris after a work event in the city. He had some boxes in the front seat and because he couldn't pull over properly, Iris had to jump into the back with her bags. Oliver spontaneously went into the role of her chauffeur driver. Iris went with it and they both kept it up for the 25-minute drive back to their house. Oliver pretended he had just picked her up from the airport and had started asking her questions about her being away from her husband and may be having a sexual fling with someone in another country. To her credit, Iris answered all his questions like someone who indeed had just cheated on her husband with another lover. When they got home, they were both so horny they jumped on the bed and fucked each other with an urgency and a passion that they hadn't done before (or since).

However, as Oliver matured sexually over the years, Iris couldn't (or wouldn't) keep up. If anything, she was becoming a more reserved version of the young girl he first met and then married. This became a constant point of frustration for Oliver. Rather become resentful like many husbands, he channelled that frustration into a plan, a vision. He envisaged a new and exciting opportunity for sexual experimentation for the both of them.

Oliver still found his wife very attractive. Just looking at her naked body walk around the bedroom could stir movement in his cock. He would follow her naked arse as she walked around the bed towards the wardrobes. She had largish breasts that still sat nicely on top of her chest. Even the small pudgy stomach sat well on her. If she turned to him, his eyes would immediately drop down to her neatly trimmed pussy, the colour of which matched her wavy, shoulder length light red / brown hair.

On the other hand, it was him who felt unattractive naked. Apart from the obvious weight gain, he had ageing skin from being out of the sun too much. He had been more active outdoors in his youth and, while not active anymore, still liked to go to the nearby nudist beach. While this used to be a couple thing, it was not something Iris seemed to enjoy anymore. If she went, it was only to go topless. She never took off anything more, despite Oliver's encouragement.

He wasn't overly hairy but he now had hair growing in strange places. His cock was only 4.5 inches long when fully erect and he often wondered what it might be like to have a long cock that would hang between his legs and flop from side to side as he walked past his wife naked in the bedroom. He was sure her eyes would follow it in a mesmerising fashion, the same way his eyes followed her naked pussy. The only thing she seemed to prefer was for his pubic hair to remain long and not kept neat like hers. He was happy to do as instructed but felt that this only made his cock look and feel smaller again.

The combination of the fact that Iris had only ever had one sexual partner in Oliver and that Oliver felt he was not adequate for her sexually also grated with him and occupied his day-to-day thoughts more than he cared to admit.

He needed to take charge. He needed to guide her. He needed to awaken her sexual desires and fulfil her sexual needs in a way that she would only appreciate and acknowledge in time. He would always be her first and that wouldn't change that. It didn't mean that he would have to be her only or last.

Oliver would sometimes talk himself down in the bedroom. He now started to do this more often. He would complain about getting old, not being able to lose weight and just generally not being attractive. During sex, he would ask her, "Are you sure you can feel my short cock inside you?" Generally, Iris would make light of his self-deprecation. She had now stopped responding to his questions about his short cock.

One time, he turned his questioning around and asked Iris, "how would you feel if I was a young stud with a big hard cock fucking you?" She scoffed at the thought and suggested that she was happy with what she had. This was Oliver planting the seed.

One evening as they were both in the bedroom, Oliver told Iris of his visit to the beach that day. "There was a young guy, all of about 20 years old who seemed to be just by himself. He had a great body and a really big dick hanging between his legs. He just spent all his time walking up and down the beach. I think he was just showing off his big cock to all the girls." Iris took all of this in and smiled a response. She disrobed to go into the shower. Oliver notice that her nipples had both gotten decidedly more erect as she turned her back on him. While Oliver had gone to the beach that day, he had completely made up the story about the young man. He just wanted to put a few more thoughts into his wife's mind as she went off to shower.

A week later Oliver created a ruse whereby he "had" to rehang some pictures in the bedroom. He had used a tape measure and conveniently left it behind after he finished the job. That night was sex night for the couple. Iris was already on the bed and Oliver sidled up to her naked. His cock knew the program and was already hard. All 4.5 inches of it. He blurted out to Iris, "Do you know how long an eight-inch cock looks like?" He then "realised" the tape measure on the side table and grabbed it. Holding it on his stomach at the base of his cock, he drew out eight inches. It was almost twice the length of his dick. He expected Iris to give him a sharp slap in disgust. Instead, she regarded the measure with interest. He moved the tape measure to the side of his cock but still kept it out. She reached out and held his cock and seemed to take in notion of just how big such a cock might be.

"Is that how big you thought the young guy's erect penis was," Iris asked him. Oliver had almost forgotten the lie he had told her only a week ago about the nudist guy with the big dick. She clearly hadn't.

"Yes, I expect it would have been," was all he could muster. He hadn't thought though any conversation beyond the tape measure.

That night, they had some of the best sex they had had for weeks. In the usual missionary position, Oliver felt that Iris had opened her legs wider than usual, may be in her mind to accommodate a bigger cock that she fantasied thrusting in and out of her.

There was no end to Oliver's scheming. While it was still Summer, he coaxed his wife to join him at the nudist beach. Prior to this, Oliver had sought the services of a male escort. He tried to go for the best combination of looks, body and cock size. He wasn't trying to replicate the young man he fabricated for his wife weeks ago, but he wanted to come close. Luckily, he found someone in the area. Iris had obviously seen naked men on the beach before but a lot of them were like Oliver, if not worse -- old and balding and with big stomachs that mostly hid their small dicks.

After arriving at the nudist beach Oliver said he had "forgotten" his towel in the car. He left his wife and their belongings at the usual spot on the sand. On the way back to the car, he caught up with the male escort he had spoken to over the phone. For 75 Euros, this man would approach Oliver and Iris naked on the beach and engage them in conversation for the better part of 30 minutes. That was all. Oliver paid the man and went back to Iris with his towel. Oliver was naked and Iris was her usual topless and sitting on her towel. Less than 15 minutes the stranger came across them and approached. He explained that he was visiting the area and started asking about local restaurants and coffee shops. Oliver was most impressed with the length of this guy's cock. He hadn't oversold it at all! The man stayed about six feet away from them and his dick was well within Iris' eye line. Iris was wearing sunglasses so she could easily be taking in all of this man's large cock without anyone noticing.

Oliver helped by asking the man questions about how long he was staying in town and that sort of thing. It was all very natural and was going very well. At one point Oliver got up and stood beside the man in order to point out a few directions. The difference in Iris' husband and this stranger could not have been starker. This stranger was taller, younger, more muscular and had well defined abs. His flaccid cock and heavy balls dangled between his legs and were slightly animated whenever he made a sudden movement or laughed. Oliver's cock just sat there as a small, two-inch appendage. His balls clung tightly to his body.

Oliver was so ebullient with how things were progressing, he offered to buy everyone ice cream from the van parked on the beach not too far away. The stranger declined so Oliver went to get the usual for himself and Iris. When he arrived back, he was happy to see the two still carrying on a lively chatter. It may have been Oliver's imagination but the stranger's cock seemed to have gotten bigger since he was away. Also, Iris may have been sitting with her legs spread a little wider than normal.

Once back, the stranger thanked Oliver and Iris for their time and help and took his leave. They both started on their ice-cream. Oliver thought that things had gone very well and was hoping that Iris would long remember this encounter with the lovely young man and his gorgeous and impressive member.

Despite some progress, Oliver still felt like he was tinkering at the edges of expanding his wife's sexual experience and trying to make his fantasy a reality. He needed to be more direct.

The opportunity came one Friday night after they had both consumed upwards of one and a half bottles of white wine between the two. The work week had been particularly stressful on Iris. Once she had debriefed with him about his work, he started his gambit.

Firstly, he asked if they could they move sex to tonight (Friday) as he needed to be up early on Sunday to drive the kids to that birthday party. That was all fine with Iris. "Now," he continued. "Let me put something out there for you to think about ... in the bedroom department." "I don't want you to answer straight away ... just think about it."

It was a risky play by Oliver but he was now committed. "I know when we got married you were a virgin. It's concerned me for a while that you haven't experienced the variety of partners that I have." She held her glass but remained silent. "I had been thinking about that stranger on the beach the other day ... and thought ... if ever you wanted to make love with a man like that, just to see what it was like, well I think you would deserve it and you would have my blessing." Iris still remained silent. He couldn't tell what she was thinking but thought he better finish off the idea before she did reply. "... It would be a one-off and don't think that I want to be with any other women in return because this is something I want you to experience." Oliver was hoping that if he could get his wife on board it would prove to be more than a "one-off". He was however earnest that this wasn't some ploy for him to simply bed another woman in return.

"Oh Oliver, you're all the man I need," Iris replied sheepishly. She seemed to say the words without necessarily believing them. Oliver was just happy that he had now put the idea out there. Iris hadn't rejected it completely and now he could let her mull over it.

They retired to the bedroom. Oliver couldn't help but notice that there was a bit of foreplay this time. At one point Iris held out Oliver's cock in her hand like she had done that time they were using the tape measure on it. She seemed to be contemplating what a larger penis would look like and feel like to have and to play with. She seemed to definitely have taken in what Oliver had said to her and perhaps she was also remembering that man on the beach. That night their sex was again great. Oliver considered that even if nothing comes of this, the notion and concepts he was putting to his wife was spicing things up for them in their love-making.

For the next few weeks of Summer Iris joined Oliver each time he went to the nudist beach. She even went a couple of times all by herself, which was unusual. She said she was just working on her tan and reading but Oliver thought maybe she was looking to find that man with the big cock again.

One day Oliver had another idea towards the goal of getting his wife fucked. (He had started thinking about it in these terms as ultimately that is what she needed and what he desired to happen). He was scanning his phone for on-line Adverts for gardeners. A few years ago, he had thought getting a regular guy to come around to tend to their gardens but had continued to do it himself. However, each week an Ad would pop out on Oliver's phone for some guy looking to do people's lawns. Maybe he could find a young guy to do the gardens and to fuck his wife. (He wondered why he hadn't he connected these two ideas before).

He flicked through the Ads, most of which showed photos of the proprietors. Most of these guys were young and obviously fit. They were either trying to start their own landscaping business or just make some money while at university.

Oliver made a short list of three guys. He decided to do some further research on them and could easily find their Face Book and other profiles. Two seemed to have girlfriends but the third seemed to be without. Certainly in all of his photos, there was no indication that he had had a partner going back quite a while. Maybe this young guy needed to fuck as much as he needed him to fuck his wife, he thought.

Oliver contacted Patrick (or Pat, as he preferred to be called) and booked a time for him to be at his place for that Saturday afternoon. He made sure that Iris was going to be around to meet him.

That Saturday Pat arrived at about 1pm, right on time. Introductions were made. Oliver was pleased to see that he lived up to his on-line picture. At around 6 foot, 3 inches (Oliver was guessing), he seemed like a very well built and handsome lad. Oliver then smelled a scent he hadn't smelt in years. Yes, Iris seemed to have dabbed on perfume for the occasion. This pleased him.

Oliver and Pat then went off to discuss the work. Oliver had initially thought of lawn mowing only but started thinking now there could be a bit of weeding and pruning he could do too. Pat had prearranged to head off to another client and to come back during the next weekend to start. This suited Oliver as the more times Pat visited, the more rapport he could build up with Iris.

Oliver found different jobs for Pat over the course of the next few weekends. He would usually start off in overalls and a tee-shirt, but being the height of Summer would finish with his overalls unbuttoned and just wearing a tank top. His muscled glistened with sweat. During the week Iris would talk about Pat and become unusually animated when doing so. Oliver would usually find an excuse to be away from the house while Pat was working, to give Iris some potential alone time with him.

Oliver couldn't work out if Iris and Pat were working towards any sort of relationship. Probably. A sexual relationship? Unlikely.

Despite putting the idea into Iris' mind about fucking a younger man and essentially giving his blessing to the endeavour, Oliver again needed to take more control of the situation. He was running out of jobs and he couldn't get the lawns mowed every weekend. He decided to work both ends (as it were).

He approached Pat after he'd finished his final pruning job for the day. "You know, my wife really likes you," he said to Pat.

Pat smiled and replied, "I think Iris is very nice too." Pat was obviously a very polite young man. Oliver decided to be a bit more direct.

"You should know that ... we have a very understanding and open marriage," Oliver continued. "We have both been known to take on a younger lover from time to time with each other's blessing and Iris has confided in me that she thinks you might 'fit the bill' ..." This was all complete crap of course on Oliver's behalf but Pat wouldn't know this.

They carried on talking for a further 10 minutes and Oliver said to Pat that next Saturday when he came around, Oliver would be away from the house between 3pm and 6pm. He suggested that Pat bring a change of clothes and ask Iris if he could use the shower before he left. Oliver hadn't thought all this out ahead of time, but with all his previous scheming and planning, it all just started coming out. He told Pat that Iris was not aware of their little talk and not to mention any of it to her. He finally indicated to Pat that how the rest of it would play out was up to him. Pat blushed somewhat at all of what Oliver had to say. He nodded and seemed happy with the over-riding proposal. Despite being a young guy, he knew an opportunity when it was presented to him.