Author's note. It is that time of year when the days grow dark and short and my mood travels along. This tale is shorter and darker and the characters possibly less likeable than some of my earlier offerings. I hope it isn't too jarring for readers expecting sunbeams and butterflies. I envisioned this as a one off. While there is a chance for a follow up chapter, I will need to see some interest and demand if that is going to happen. Let me know what you think.
Bad husband
Hi. My name is John. I am married to Suzan. I recently did something to my wife that I feel a little guilty about. In light of how things turned out I don't really regret my actions, but I feel the need to unburden myself even if it is to anonymous strangers. First you will need a large amount of background for context so you can properly judge me.
Suzan and I met in college. We married after graduation and spent our first 10 or so years working on careers and amassing material possessions, a house, a vacation home, all the things we were supposed to want. An unusual twist to our relationship is that we share the exact same birthday in late May. Some years our birthday falls on the holiday, sometimes not. But we always have a little free time around the date. By the time the big three oh rolled around Suzan decided it was time. She spit out 3 kids in just 4 years. As near as we can tell the first was conceived on our 30
th
. They are now well-educated and delightful adults. And we just had our 60
th
which is part of my dilemma.
Part two is my secret shame. Something that I have never discussed with anyone, not family, not friends, only my doctors and my wife. I developed high cholesterol and high blood pressure. The meds only helped so much. At 54 I had a heart attack followed by a stroke. Which changed many aspects of my life, I was left with some nerve damage, a loss of coordination, balance and skin sensitivity. My maintenance drugs have caused profound impotence. My tongue and fingers still work though. During this time Suzan drowned her frustration in alcohol and food. She has put on a bunch of weight. Her belly is a problem for me, but I never say anything. On the upside her originally large tits are now fucking huge. Maybe a G cup? I don't know. Menopause has only exacerbated the weight gain and her predilection toward moodiness.
After trying all of the ED meds, and other 'miracle' treatments to no avail, we have fallen into a pattern. I lick her pussy daily and finger Suzan to one, hopefully two orgasms. Then she sucks on my mildly enlarged but still rather limp cock. Watching porn helps because I enjoy the visual stimulation very much but never get hard enough for penetration. She never says anything, never complains, but I know Suzan wants and needs penetration.
The porn thing is the final piece of the puzzle. Suzan never cared for porn, since she thinks sex should be private and says she has no desire to have sex with a stranger. That is what she says, but...
She prides herself on her honesty, but she doesn't always know her own mind. I suspect that the idea excites her, but she doesn't feel comfortable sharing. About 3 months before our big day, I happened on a video of a blonde, white woman built very similar to Suzan. The woman was taking a BBC from a good-looking Black guy. At first Suzan said nothing but I noticed she became very wet and aroused. Suzan deflected by mocking the woman's low-class accent and calling her white trash. Even so it became my go to for getting her off three times. I started to formulate a 'Birthday' plan to fulfill my wife's unspoken fantasy.
I found the outfit the slut wore, online and bought one in white along with a satin blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. I booked a boudoir themed room with a king-sized bed and in room hot tub at a nearby romantic motel. The dress was very sexy, it had no back and a halter tie at the top with a scoop neck. Slits up the side to the hip joint left two flaps that hung just below Suzan's ass cheeks and barely covered her now shaved pussy. It was pure white and made out of cotton spandex blend, supple and clingy. What most would call curve hugging.
After going out to nice birthday breakfast we puttered away the middle of the day, and checked in around 4. A hot sensual soak, some weed, and ample champagne and Suzan was acting very horny. The guy at the dispensary assured me that with this vape cartridge she would be up for anything. The only thing he thought would be better, would be meth.
We did alcohol and Marijuana and some coke ages ago in college but had little experience with harder drugs.
I got Suzan dried off and on the bed, and played her favorite White trash BBW taking a BBC video on our laptop while I fingered her and sucked her clit. Three orgasms later the scene had been set and I decided I would execute my devious and questionable plan. She put on some makeup and while she was deliberating over what lingerie to wear I skipped the blindfold on her.
I kissed her and whispered "surprise." And slipped on the dress. She stiffened for a minute and then I said, "Relax, this will be fun." The silky material caressing her chest had her nipples straining against the thin almost transparent fabric. She shivered when my fingers grazed her right nipple. "Oh fuck! What are you going to do to me? Fun for who? You?"
I quickly and silently snapped a couple pictures with my phone. "You'll see. You are going to love this." I purred. I untied the top freeing her aroused tits and pulled out some tit jewelry I had purchased. There was a small stainless-steel necklace that had a heart shaped 'jewel' at the bottom. Off the bottom of the jewel were two more chains ending in matching jewels and small nipple clamps that would hold onto her nipples but not tight enough to hurt badly, only stimulate. Suzan reached for the blindfold to take it off. I said very firmly, "No! Don't touch that, keep your hands at your sides." I took more pictures and then retied her top. I stood her up smoothing out her outfit. I admired my work taking pics from all angles. Suzan was getting nervous now but also aroused. Her breathing accelerating to a pant. Her fingers being drawn to her cunt. I started recording video with my phone on a small stand on the dresser as soon as I took the last stills. I recorded her pulling up the almost nothing flap of cloth and start to masturbate. "You look perfect. Especially like that. Didn't you get enough?"
"Yes and no. Now tell me what you have planned."
When I asked her to step into her sandals she balked and reaching for the blindfold shouted, "You aren't taking me outside dressed like some kind of whore!" I caught her wrists and cuffed her hands behind her back. She struggled and groaned.
While the video recording rolled, she swore at me and threatened me. "Fucker! You are NOT taking me out in public like this. I will bight that useless cock of yours off after I file for divorce."
I had never seen her so agitated, and spent a minute rethinking my plan, She was my captive and couldn't escape. If not for my dysfunction I would have gotten a raging hard-on. She was already pissed at me and if things worked out as I hoped she would be happy in the end. I decided that I was committed and held to my course. "If you behave, I guarantee you will enjoy this. If you won't settle down, I will gag you. With a ball gag I have right here."
"Fucker! I hate you. We are done. You can't treat me, your WIFE, like this! I won't allow it. You are ruining our day, let me go. God damn you, John. You are such a fucking asshole!"
I lifted her front flap and fingered her wet slit. "You are protesting but seem excited. You look amazing. Let's go."
"fuck you!" Suzan spat. Phone in one hand I grabbed her arm and led her firmly but gently to our silver SUV parked right outside our room. I fastened her seatbelt, mounted my phone on the dash pointed at her and drove about two miles to a seedier area where Young Black men were selling drugs to passing motorists. I parked and observed. Suzan demanded to know what we were doing. As I pressed a running bullet vibe against her slit she moaned and then changing her tone said almost sweetly, "What are we doing? Honey? Putting on a show? Take this off me so I can see. I really don't like feeling helpless like this."
When I said, 'Not yet, it's not time." She whimpered. And had an orgasm on the vibe and arched her back.
"At least take these cuffs off me, they hurt."
