Last fall, as the leaves began to turn, it marked yet another season of change. I was too distracted even to grasp the significance. The rush was already on at work to finish everything for year-end closing. Something was building up inside me. The stress at work became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Let me back up a little and tell you about myself and my current situation. My wife Annie and I upended our sheltered lives and moved to a large metropolitan city in New England.
This was to be a fresh start to an exciting journey in our burgeoning marriage. An epic odyssey that would bring changes that we were not prepared for.
It was tough to leave our loved ones and the only home we ever knew behind. My wife and I grew up not far from each other in a small conservative town in the Bible Belt. Painful as it was, moving away was hard but necessary. There weren't enough jobs or opportunities for us in that town. I wasn't cut out for farming or factory work, that's for sure.
The two of us knew nothing about living in a big city. We were high school sweethearts and crazy about each other--that's all that mattered! With Annie at my side, I knew we could handle anything that came our way.
Once we made the leap and settled in, it felt good to get away and experience something new finally. I was fresh out of college, ready to enter the world. Looking back now, we were so naive and should have planned better.
For one, the cost of living on the East Coast was much higher than we had expected. Money was tight, especially with a new house and my school loans coming due.
That's not to say we didn't lead a full life. I had a great job working at an investment bank. It was a lucky break when my college friend convinced his dad to get me the highly coveted position. There was no way I would return home with my tail between my legs, so I set out to prove myself. I promised myself that I would outwork and outperform my peers.
My buddy didn't last two months before he stopped coming in. It was for the best; he had a trust fund and didn't want to work anyway. His dad became CFO and recognized my strong work ethic. He took me under his wing to teach me the ropes as I climbed the corporate ladder. It was another incredible opportunity that I wasn't going to squander.
The fast-track to the top was anything but easy. It meant long hours at the office and lots of traveling. I knew that it would all pay off in the long run.
My wife, by comparison, was not quite as ambitious. I feel she was a little intimidated and insecure with her level of education. As far as I'm concerned, if she applied herself, she would succeed in whatever she set her mind to.
Annie didn't go to college and wasn't interested in working. She went through several jobs while I was in college. Typical places like retail shops, bars, and restaurants, but nothing stuck.
Since moving, she hasn't held a job. Annie said she was still looking for something, but it was clear she would rather stay home.
My wife enjoyed the finer things in life and would be best described as spoiled. She insisted on the sporty white SUV, and we spent too much money on the house we bought. I wanted to make her happy, so I agreed. Now Annie gets to spend her days shopping, getting pampered, and decorating our new home.
Even though I was making more money than ever, it felt like we were living paycheck to paycheck. I don't feel like I have much to say, plus I don't think I have ever told her no! Unbeknownst to Annie, our financial strain fuels my relentless work ethic. I push myself harder, clock longer hours, all while she remains oblivious.
Annie is a great person and a fantastic wife with remarkable character. I'm lucky to have a partner as beautiful and kind as her.
What my wife lacks in book smarts, she more than makes up for in physical attractiveness. Annie is a few inches shorter than me, standing a little over five and a half feet tall. She has strawberry blonde hair and bright green eyes that glow when she smiles. Growing up on a working cattle farm, she was a natural athlete with a well-formed yet curvy body.
Despite her petite, slender build, my young wife boasts an impressive bosom. Her breasts, rather large and all-natural, command attention. This contrast between her slight frame and bountiful tits astonishes me. Annie was shy about her breasts when she was younger. But, since we moved, her mindset has evolved. Now she loves to show off her jaw-dropping body.
Annie's metamorphosis began subtly. First, designer labels appeared in her closet. Then, hemlines inched higher, necklines dipped lower. Her gym-toned body emerged from conservative cocoon to eye-catching butterfly. Long legs, flat stomach, curvy rear, and perky breasts now commanded attention. She insisted it was all for me, but I noticed lingering gazes everywhere - at the gym, social gatherings, even work functions. Her confidence soared with each admiring glance. I couldn't help but question her true intentions behind this seductive transformation.
There were lots of comments from my buddies about Annie's big tits and fat butt. I didn't mind; it made me feel good that a dorky guy like me landed such a good-looking wife. I know it made many men jealous of me when Annie wore her tiny bikinis at the summer beach and pool events we attended.
A few vocal guys on my slow-pitch softball team were blunt about what they wanted to do with my wife. I laughed it off, knowing that it was all talk. It didn't help that Annie often came to my games in tiny shorts and sports bras! We were always invited to the post-game pool parties and get-togethers. There was no doubt that it was an excuse to get closer to my wife.
I didn't mind, and usually didn't mind our busy social life. It was getting a little boring, and we were ready to move on from that life. We both felt it might be a good idea to think about expanding our family.
It had always been Annie's dream to become a mother. I wanted nothing more than to make that happen. I was eager to have kids. But, I was a bit worried about our money.
Without asking me first, Annie stopped taking the pill. As she intended to let nature take over. We weren't exactly trying, but we weren't being careful either.
Getting pregnant proved more difficult than she had expected. Despite our frequent attempts, we were having trouble conceiving. It broke her heart as her monthly visitor continued to arrive like clockwork.
Trying for a baby was great at first. Sex with my wife was fantastic, if not incredible. Since our wedding night when we lost our virginities to each other, I have been addicted to her sweet pussy. Being young and in love, it seemed like our thirst for sex was limitless.
Initially, we would sometimes do it a few times a day. My wife adored the act of making love from the start. Her desire for sex was beyond my ability to perform. But I was always willing to try.
Despite my best efforts, Annie would masturbate to make herself cum every time we did it. She was shy at first, but it was clear that she had to have a few intense orgasms before feeling satisfied.
We were on our honeymoon when my wife told me about her "dirty little secret." She said that, since middle school, she would masturbate almost daily. Sometimes, she'd spend all afternoon in bed, playing with herself and cumming dozens of times. Unfortunately, despite my best efforts, I couldn't last long enough to make her orgasm from sex.
Annie was patient with me. She showed me how to please her with my fingers and tongue. It seemed she enjoyed that more than the act of sex itself. I knew she still masturbated every day, and I gave her my complete support. I'd be lying if I said I didn't whack off from time to time!
Our sex life settled into a dull yet enjoyable pattern. I would say that before we decided to have a baby, we would make love once a week or so. It depended on how busy we were.
That all changed when my wife stopped taking her birth control. Her sex drive went through the roof. Now, I was struggling to keep up. Constantly having sex with my beautiful wife was great at first. I honestly never thought it was possible to lament the opportunity to fuck Annie silly. Yet here I was, filled with dread about the thing I used to love most.
I struggled to understand the reasons behind my sudden decline in the bedroom. Looking back, I realize it was likely a toxic mix of the fast-paced, high-stress lifestyle of city living and the countless hours I logged at the office.
The constant pressure to meet deadlines and manage a heavy workload began to take its toll on my mental and physical health. As a result, I felt drained and exhausted, which inevitably affected my performance in intimate moments. To make matters worse, the added anxiety of trying to conceive during my partner's ovulation window only amplified the pressure. The burden of expectation, paired with the relentless pace of city life, created a perfect storm that left me feeling overwhelmed and underperforming.
My soft penis was utterly humiliating and devastating to both me and my wife. I tried to explain that it had nothing to do with her, but I don't think she believed me. Annie did everything she could to get me hard enough to not only have sex but finish, too.
My sweet wife tried to keep it fresh by wearing sexy lingerie and dressing provocatively for me. She made daily gym visits a habit, sculpting her flawless physique to perfection. She knew how much I loved her blowjob skills and frequently offered them to me. The only condition was that I had to finish inside of her. Occasionally, I would "accidentally" finish in her mouth or all over her face. I loved nothing more than seeing my cum dripping off her chin down to her big tits.
Most mornings, I would wake up to her pouty pink lips on my stiff penis. Right before I was about to cum she would jump on top and ride me until my orgasm. Sometimes she'd finish me off with her mouth and swallow my cum. But that was usually when she was on her period.
Another thing she did was send me naked pictures and dirty texts all day. It became a big distraction, so I had to stop looking at my phone at work.
When I got home from work every night, dinner was on the stove, along with my naked wife on her knees. There were a few close calls when I unexpectedly brought friends home with me, but that didn't ever stop her. It was hard to say no when her pussy was always wet and waiting.
Yet here I was, viewing sex with her as another tedious chore on my plate for which there was never enough time to enjoy. I found myself masturbating in my private office more and more often. This was much better for me, especially when Annie was asleep or out of the house, because there wasn't any pressure, and I could relax and unwind.
