The Black Box
It was Saturday night and I was sitting on my Lazy Boy recliner. This is my favorite chair since my prostate surgery 10 years ago. At that time I slept in this chair because laying flat on a bed was too painful.
After months of recovery I found I could still get an erection although much diminished in size and sensitivity. I also knew that I would never be able to ejaculate again.
In time I found that I could still have an orgasm, if you could call it that, but with far less pleasure than before. I licked cancer and that was more important than my personal pleasure.
I Realized that if I was still to enjoy sex my mind would be my biggest sex organ. I recharged my fantasies by reading erotic stories in Literotica searching for how I could improve our lovemaking.
I became obsessed and focused my libido on improving my lovely wife's orgasms. After over 35 years of marriage I have become a semi impotent voyeur. I am consumed with the idea of restoring the passion we once enjoyed. I recall how her moans would grow louder, more guttural and then she would raise her head, bend forward as her abdomen would contract over and over again.
My wife Kris says she is totally happy with our sex life. The problem is that I am not satisfied and want to have back the ability to give her mind blowing orgasms. I wanted to hear and see the fireworks my wife once experienced. I fear that I will never be able to truly satisfy her again.
To try and makeup for my impaired equipment I prepare for our love making by giving her my loving attention all day long. I learned that taking out the garbage or cleaning a bathroom could be a form of foreplay. Most of all I learned that simply listening to her every word was a turn on for her. After sharing a glass of wine I would put on our favorite slow music and dance with just holding and not groping. I would warm body oils in the microwave while she would prepare herself in the bathroom. I would check the battery in the pocket rocket vibrator she favored. I would make sure my breath was fresh and I would splash on her favorite aftershave.
Regardless of my efforts our sex life was stalled. She did not want me to give her oral sex because she did not want to kiss me afterward. The frequency of our lovemaking decreased significantly.
Kris expressed that since her menopause "she didn't feel sexy at all." I finally concluded that possibly finding an extraordinary lover for her could be my ultimate sacrifice to rekindle her libido.
I am abruptly awakened from my musings by the phone buzzing. "Hello," it was Kris.
"Hi honey," she said, "He sure is everything you described." With a bit of a giggle she continued, "He is tall, at least 6'2' and his complexion is mocha black. He is handsome and huge. If the rest of his anatomy is this big I am not sure what I could be in for. He also seems very well educated and cultured."
To be absolutely sure she asked, "Are you sure you want me to go through with this?"
I replied, "Yes honey I give you total permission to enjoy your date. Just text me from each of your locations and if you feel uncomfortable at all text me the safe word RED and I will be right there."
She said, "Ok he is taking me to the Palomino for dinner. I will let you know what is happening after dinner."
She then said, "I love you."
I replied with a line from her favorite Dolly Parton song, "I will always love you."
Here is how we got to this point. One day I was reading a story in Loving Wives. Kris looked over my shoulder and observed what I was so engrossed in. She stated "If it's that stimulating maybe I should read it also."
I gave her a synopsis of a husband who loaned out his wife to a black friend. After she finished reading the story I could swear she was blushing.
The next day Kris was on her I-Pad and I noticed she was reading a story entitled, BBC for A Neglected Wife. When I asked what she thought she responded, "I need to mull it over."
After several months of discussion about my fantasy for her to have sex with a virile lover my dream gradually became hers. She agreed for me to set up a date but she would have the final say.
Yes, I set up a date for my wife. His name is Karl, a coworker of mine in a stock brokerage firm. Karl is 45 and newly divorced.
Karl and I would occasionally go for drinks after work and one night after several drinks I confided to him how beautiful my wife's orgasms used to be. "Kris was multi-orgasmic with passionate screams that seemed to go on forever. Her legs would quiver and her abdomen would contract for several minutes. On several occasions her orgasm was so intense that her eyes would roll up and she would actually lose track of time."
I told Karl, "My problem is that I feel she should have more. I cannot give her a vaginal orgasm or the hot feeling of my seamen but it is more than that. She is no longer aroused by me."
I continued to explain to Karl, "There was a time when I could feel myself nudge her cervix and go past it deeper into her A spot, (posterior fornix) stimulating contractions in her womb, but not anymore."
"All of my massaging her body with warm oils, teasing her nipples, and rubbing her labia does not seem to be enough. I would rub her clitoris until it is erect then use the vibrator up and down her clitoral shaft until she squeezes me inside her and we both fake our orgasms."
Kris had conditions to try a lover. He must be disease free and tested. He also must be experienced. Absolutely no anal or rough sex. He must be Black. She also requested he have an above average size penis. Kris said "If I am going to fulfill my fantasy I may as well shoot for the moon."