This is a story of a couple agreeing to try some unusual sexual therapy to overcome a physical problem the wife has. Technically it is a cuckold story, but not an ordinary one. If you are offended by this subject matter, please read no further and spare your negative comments.
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As a husband one of the most erotic sights must be that of one's wife laid naked on the bed, face down with legs spread and her furry furrow clearly visible. The icing on the cake as far as this scene is concerned, is when she has clearly matted pubic hair and a trickle of white pearly spunk oozing from her slit. She has the look of a content and well fucked woman!
But suppose the person that had just fucked her was not you, and that the spunk slowly dripping from her womanhood was not yours? The growing pool of wetness on the sheets beneath her sex, the result of sex with another man?
A month on and this vision is still fresh in my mind as I mull over the news my wife has just given me. News that is not entirely surprising, but which nonetheless has left me empty and sad. In order to explain these events, I need to back track a few months and share an unusual story.
Rachael, my wife is like me 36 years old. She is a leggy brunette who despite the birth of our son some six years ago, has retained a slender and lithe body, thanks to daily workouts that include running and swimming. I am James and we met in our mid-twenties and were married at 27. Our son John was born three years later.
The process by which John came into the world was somewhat tortuous and thereby lays the nub of this story. I have a short but unusually fat penis. At full erection it is only 5 inches long but is 2inches in diameter. Since we didn't have sex before we married (due to Rachael's religious beliefs), we only found out when we consummated the marriage that Rachael had difficulty in taking my fat penis comfortably into her vagina.
This meant that sex was uncomfortable for her and even painful and so intercourse was not a regular part of our marriage. Somehow, I got her pregnant and she delivered our son by C section.
After he was born and as the months rolled by, Rachel made it plain that she didn't want the discomfort of sex with me on a regular basis. I was allowed to bring her off with my hands, but very seldom got to enter her. The only exceptions were when she had got drunk and the drink dulled the pain!
This of course was less than satisfactory and so we consulted a specialist who proscribed various techniques and artificial aids to hep stretch her vagina. Sadly, none of these really worked and she suffered when I tried to make love to her.
One night after another failed attempt at sex, I shouted at her "why don't we find a man with a long thin penis, since I can't satisfy you?"
"What, you must be joking" said Rachael, "I'm a married woman, I can't just fuck another man, it wouldn't be right."
"Suppose I gave you my blessing, and suppose it was done to see if you can enjoy sex with a thinner penis though? It might help to reduce your subconscious stress around sex with me."
There was silence and then Rachael said, "do you think so, I mean would it be possible, where could we find someone who could help on a nonsexual basis?"
As it happened, I had already had a conversation with a doctor at the clinic we had been attending. He said that he knew of a man who had helped another couple with a similar problem and that he could put us in touch if we wanted. At the time I had dismissed the idea, but now I felt my cock stirring as the image of my lovely faithful wife lying back with legs spread and being taken by another man coursed around my brain.
"I know someone" I said, "the clinic recommended him."
"Did they" said my wife, "well I suppose if they know him, he must be ok?"
"I could make arrangements if you like, but I can't promise if it will help things."
"Look James" she said to me, "things can't go on this way, can they? I haven't had proper sex for years and as for an orgasm during sex, well..."
This hurt me, but she was right, we couldn't ignore the problem. So, I told her I would make arrangements for when she wasn't on her period.
The man in question was called Simon. I arranged to meet him in a bar. When he arrived, he was not what I expected at all. He was probably six feet two tall and well built, his muscular arms bulging in his short-sleeved top. He had longish unkempt hair and looked a bit like a hobo!
"Pleased to meet you James" he said, "do you want to tell me about your problem and how you think I may be able to help?"
So, over the next half hour I outlined Rachael's problem and he listened carefully. When I had finished, he said "yes, I think I could help. I did a similar thing for another couple. I do have some rules however and we would have to make it like a business contract." He then passed me a sheet of paper with a long list of points. "Take that with you and read it carefully. If you are still interested give me a call. It was good to meet you James."
As I sat with the paper in one hand, Simon got up and left. I scanned the agreements and realised that the way it was written was indeed like a business arrangement. Although I didn't read all of the points, I felt that this guy must be above board, else why go to this length? When I got home, I explained how the meeting had gone. I started to show Rachael the contract, but she merely said, "It sounds ok to me James, just sign it and give him a call." She seemed a little too eager for my liking, but perhaps that was not surprising.
And so, the next day I found myself calling Simon and telling him that we would like him to help us out. I must admit that phrase did stick in my throat, since agreeing with another man that he could fuck my wife was a little strange. Simon asked about his terms and I told him they were fine. In retrospect I should have checked them more thoroughly but then hindsight is a wonderful thing. He asked when my wife would be off her period and I told him and so we agreed a date.
The build up to the fateful day was terrible (at least for me). Rachael was less stressed and on the day itself, spent several hours getting ready. This consisted of a long bath, neatly trimming her pubic hair, painting her toenails and generally making herself look wonderful. When I questioned why she was going to all this trouble for what was supposed to be a type of therapeutic arrangement, she just brushed it off saying she had to look good or he might not want to help her at all!
Anyway, eventfully the doorbell chimed, and I let Simon in. He was all smiles and seemed friendly. We chatted whilst we waited for Rachael. When she appeared, I was gobsmacked. She was dressed as if for a date! She had a short black cocktail dress, her highest 'fuck me' heels which were white strappy things. These accentuated her long shapely legs and showcased her lovely painted toenails.
I could tell that Simon was impressed as well. "It's not often people go to such lengths you know, but if I may say so you look absolutely stunning Rachael." My wife blushed as I realised that they hadn't been introduced and so I did the necessary. Instead of a handshake, Simon approached my wife took her in his arms and staring into her eyes promptly kissed her! I'm not sure who was more shocked Rachael or me, but when he stepped back, she had a dreamy look on her face.
"Sorry" Simon said, "I hope I wasn't too forward, but I like to test the water before I start, just to help get in the mood."
