This is a BTB story, but not a classic one; here the cheater is the husband. Also, it's a fiction and any concordance with reality is only accidental.
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"You're perfectly healthy, D," testified the doctor. "You're just good to be used in advertisements, you know, all the analyzes came out perfectly, as I expected."
The one to whom he had spoken shook his head with mistrust.
"However, Dr. Arnold, I still have my problem," he said and sighed.
"Even the shrink didn't find anything wrong," continued the doctor, who hurt his neck looking at the giant in front of him. "Nobody can understand why you can't get a hard-on anymore."
The young man in front of him was ready to cry, something he had never done before.
Dr. Arnold motioned him to approach and whispered as if he was afraid of being heard.
"D, I know you since you were a little boy and I love you like a son. I have long thought about your problem and came to the conclusion that you were spellbound. "
The last words had been spoken so slowly that Darryl barely had heard them.
"This can't be," he asserted.
"There is no other possibility," the doctor insisted.
"But I want you to do me a favor, nobody needs to know what I've been talking about. I have a medical prestige, I attend conferences; in my world, I have a name, even if I don't have your fame, D. If someone else will find out what we discuss now, I would become the mockery of my colleagues. You know, they forget that each patient is an entity, not a statistical figure.
Darryl thanked and left. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced of the truth said by Dr. Arnold.
He was a reputed philanderer, God's gift for women. As a basketball star, he often occupied the front page of the newspapers with his escapades. No one knew that his known adventures were much less than the secret ones.
But now he was desperate, his precious big, fat cock became useless, even Viagra didn't work. For a man like him, there could be no more pain, to be forced to live a sexless life.
All this mess started a week ago when he failed to fuck Sunita, a Desi involved in heavy cuckolding. He was supposed to satisfy the hot woman and then to humiliate the inadequate husband, Raj, who stared at them from his corner. Not something very rude, only enough to respect the game's rules. Instead of this, it was a shame! Darryl's cock remained limp, a useless long worm.
"Get out of me," the disgusted woman ordered. "Go to the corner. Raj, come here!"
For the first time in his life, he exchanged seats with another man with an average cock and watched him thrusting a horny woman.
"Well, I guess that a living dog is better than a dead lion," she mocked, and Darryl resented her words like a hard slap on his face.
"Don't ever come back," Sunita said to him, "your lame services aren't needed from now on."
He tried to make a fuss, but the woman immediately calmed him down.
"Look, be nice! A scandal is inappropriate for all of us, we have much to lose and nothing to gain. Forget my address, forget my phone. "
Then he entered a restaurant and, of course, the waitresses stormed to serve him, he was a very good tipper.
He took one of them, a very hot Sister, to the first motel. Then he failed again and had to endure her rain of reproaches. Eventually, the episode cost him a lot, he was forced to pay her silence with 100,000. This was the only possible solution because he didn't want to lose his prestige.
After that, he has failed even with Alisha, his wife.
"Maybe I should go with Sam," she said contemptuously.
(Sam was his neighbor, his teammate, and his rival in fornication, they made a race with their sexual escapades.)
"That motherfucker hit on you?"
"He used the same texts you had with Denise."
(Sam's wife and Alisha's best friend).
"How could you know that?"
"Are you stupid?"
Of course, it was an unnecessary question, the two women were discussing everything.
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