A loving wife has to make a quick decision to help her husband remain virile.
This is another cuckold story. Be forewarned. Note: This plot is an invention of an imaginative (troubled?) mind. Of course it could work. Maybe I should have my wife visit Dr Chris?
For those who asked, yes, Bobbie is a pig but there is no story tag for that description.
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My name is Margaret, Peggy, and I just got blindsided by a filthy request from Bobby, my husband of two years.
I've known him since we were college roommates in our junior year four years ago.
Oliver Franklin University, 'Old FU', had just created fully co-ed dorms and Bobby and I ended up together.
We bonded quickly and realized both of us have an overactive libido and saw each other as 'roomies with benefits.' We fucked ourselves to sleep that first night. He really knows how to eat pussy. We soon became a monogamous couple and married after graduation. I'm hanging on to Bobby for the sex.
I'm 24 years old, 5'10" tall, and weigh125 pounds with curly black hair extending five inches below my shoulders. I have big blue eyes that I feel are expressive. I love my 36C breasts with pink areolas, and nipples that stand out ¾ of an inch when aroused. My waist is narrow accentuating my peach bottom ass. My legs are long and well proportioned.
I'm a small and exotic animal veterinarian.
Robert is also 24, 6' 1", 185 pounds on a hunky frame with chiseled abs and a 9" cock that I can't get enough of.
He's a reinsurance underwriter tasked with assuming risks from other insurance companies aiding their solvency. I don't understand the job, but my father said it's a good profession. He makes good money plus bonuses.
We live in Oceanside, NY - that's on Long Island for those of you unfamiliar with Oceanside - where I am a junior partner working at a 24 hour referral veterinary hospital 15 minutes away from our house.
Robert commutes to his office in NYC three days a week and works from home the remaining days. We live in a renovated ranch-style house two doors from Robert's parents, Laura and Robert.
Last night we were in our bed cooling down after a great hour of fucking. Did I mention I love to fuck?
I have my head on my pillow thinking about all his little sperms dripping from my sore pussy. Robert propped his head on one elbow while his other hand drew circles around my right nipple. If Norman Rockwell ever drew erotica he would have drawn us in our bed with the title: "American Fuck."
Bobby brought me back from my dream state saying, "Peggy, I have a fantasy I never told you about."
I looked at him and nodded for him to continue thinking he has a foot fetish and wants to wear my fuck-me heels around the house. I imagined him in my heels with his big cock and smiled.
"I want you to fuck another man while I watch."
"Wh...What!?
"That is so dirty Bobby! Disgusting!
"How come I never knew of this fantasy? I thought we held no secrets from each other?
"Bobby, do not tell me you're gay. I'll cut off your balls! Your mother will fry them in olive oil and your father will feed them to their dog."
"I'm not gay, Peg. I've just been confused for a number of years and finally understand what's going on."
"What's going on, Bobby?" I said as I slapped his hand from my breast and sat up, backing away.
"From that very first time we made love I could visualize every second of our love making and replay it at will in my mind. The visuals were always very intense. Long after my first time having them I suddenly realized I had not gotten the image correct.
"I always assumed I was just repeating a nice dream in my head, like seeing a scene and immediately, déjà vu, the same scene again.
"One night I had an epiphany, and realized I wasn't watching myself loving you twice. I was watching me fuck you and then the next time someone else iss fucking you.
"I could see my profile in the first dream, but in the second scene the profile was definitely not mine.
"Last month we went out clubbing and a guy danced with you. You were very hot together and I know you enjoyed letting him feel your boobs.
"That night we made passionate love as you were very aroused, and so was I. When I fell asleep I dreamt of our love making that night and saw me pounding away at your cunt. During the replay in my mind I forced myself to look at the face of the guy fucking you. It was that stranger you were dancing with at the club.
"I woke up in a sweat with a raging hard on that I had to satisfy immediately. I couldn't get to the bathroom. I wacked off in bed visualizing that man fucking you and then had the most satisfying climax ever.
"It was like watching him fuck you was as good as - no better - than me fucking you.
"I did fall to sleep and cum kept oozing as I dreamt of him fucking you all night long.
"You woke me the next morning with a blowjob. I didn't get hard right away.
"You called my cock a meanie for not letting you play with it.
"I remember closing my eyes and saw you going down on him. I got an immediate erection and forcibly came in your mouth. I remember you gagging and saying, "Ohh, I like that."
"Since then I have not been able to make love to you without first closing my eyes and force myself to see the face of someone else fucking you.
"Do you recall making the remark that maybe you wore me out because I couldn't get hard?"
"Ye..yes Bobby I recall that."
"The next minute I was like steel and you screamed with pleasure. I had closed my eyes and visualized you fucking Tom. It was very satisfying for me."
"Tom...from your office?"
"Yes."
"If you were satisfied tonight it's because I visualized you fucking Eddie, the new guy we met at the club. I closed my eyes and saw myself sitting in the chair at the foot of this bed while he fucked you and made you scream. I saw myself jerking off while watching the two of you.
"Let me tell you, Peggy that was a very intense climax we both had tonight."
"It was surreal, Bobby. You keep getting better and better."
"Peggy, it's not me it's your phantom lovers."
Phantom lovers! I was stunned, and scared.
"Bobby, I can't think about this anymore. Get some sleep."
I woke up first the next morning and stretched in bed and then went to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth.
Bobby was sleeping with a peaceful smile on his face. Is he thinking about me or some guy fucking me? This is not natural. Then why is my pussy getting wetter?
Bobby's cock was asleep. Where's his morning hard on?
I got back in bed and took him in my mouth and gently sucked him.
Flaccid.
I sucked the limp cock to the back of my throat and it was still flaccid.
I don't believe any of the bullshit he fed me last night. It couldn't be true, could it?