My name is John Sanders, and I have just been replaced by another. I am a lousy lover according to my wife. I have been married to my wife Christie for two years. She had cheated on me with a colleague in my department. I work for a company that supplies mining equipment, as well as equipment to the oil industry.
"John, Dale will be the only man that fucks me until you learn how to please me, okay," Christie berated me, completely turning it around on me.
I felt defeated and numb from the shock of discovering her infidelity. Dale was black and had a ten-inch cock, I have eight inches, but I have only had Christie. I have begged her on numerous occasions to teach me, help me understand her needs. It was clear, her need was to replace me or dominate me. My wife just opened up our marriage, except I get no sex and no say. Dale grinned as he watched her dress me down, he had always competed with me regarding internal sales.
Yes, I am a lousy lover, I acknowledged to myself as I listen to my wife exclaiming her pleasure later. She was petite, blonde with large breasts. I sat on the back porch nursing a beer and my bruised ego, knowing what this meant. I was conservative, and would never step out on Christie, so I was fucked, figuratively.
There was no way for me to get better, as far as I can see. I heard Dale drive away, and Christie found me with a beer. I looked at her and it was different, the way I saw her. I felt no respect for her now. But part of me remembered how much I loved her.
"John, I know you feel lost, but just get better. The moment you please me Dale is gone because I love you."
"Why did you not teach me all those times?" I asked.
"You are a man, you are supposed to know."
"But if I slept around before our marriage you would not have married me, you told me you wanted someone pure, I was." I was genuinely perplexed at her reasoning. All I could see was that she was intending to cheat, now blames me.
"True, I would not have considered you."
"But Dale has slept with so many women."
"I do not love Dale John, so that does not matter."
"It matters to me, that you are doing this to me, Christie, because tomorrow the whole office will know that he has taken my wife."
"He has not taken me."
"Will I get to make love to you?"
"Not until you know you are better, I really cannot stand bad sex now that I know good sex."
"Fine, but that also means I do not sleep in the same bed as you, sorry."
"We are married, you will."
"No, I won't Christie, because it will be full of his funk. Sorry, not going to happen. You make me fucking sick." There was no way I would consider it, and my tone must have made sure she knew. This is a shitstorm I will unleash. Part of me started to plan my exit.
"Please John, we cannot sleep in separate beds."
"I will not sleep with you Christie, and if you want to sleep with me in the guest bedroom you will make sure his cum is out of you, that is also non-negotiable."
"You are being unreasonable."
"Oh, and me being cut off from intimacy by my fucking wife is not unreasonable?" I looked at her face, she had no idea what she was doing to me, she only thought of her pussy. I suspect the calm demeanor in which I spoke gave her a false sense of bravado.
"You are not being cut off, just punished."
"And what do all your bullshit books say about using sex as punishment."
"I am not being malicious,"
"I am going to bed. This conversation is going nowhere. I will give you your extra-marital fling but do not cry if it backfires Christie. You have cut my pride, my dignity. Keep that in mind." She stood without emotion. "Think of reasons why I should stay with you, Christie."
I got up and went to the guest bedroom after getting a set of work clothes and sleepwear from the master bedroom. I showered and got into bed. Tomorrow is going to be a special kind of hell for me. I started considering the list of openings across our other branches. There is no way my psyche will handle this, and I will move alone. The other option open to me is to have an affair, maybe use a prostitute. I was sure they would know what I need. I shuddered at the idea because it cut deeply into my principles. The idea of getting my wife back did not sit well either, because now I know she will never be the only mine. In my mind, she will be Dale's. She slept alone, and I did not greet her as I left for work.
Samantha, my secretary was already in the office.
"John, morning. Coffee?"
"Please, Sam."
She was a school friend's little sister, my junior by three years at twenty-two, and she was pretty. Dark hair at shoulder length with piercing blue eyes and a very well-toned body and AA cups which I liked. She came in with my coffee and grimaced as she looked at me.
"John, what is wrong?"
She had known me for almost eight years, nearly three times longer than Christie.
"It is embarrassing. I need a prostitute," I blurted it out and saw the utter shock on her face.
"Are you fucking nuts, why?"
"Christie has started fucking Dale and says I cannot get back into her unless I learn to please her as he does. I have begged her to help me, I wanted to be better."
"That fucking bitch, jesus."
Sam was not even close to fond of Christie, "Fuck the prostitute, I will teach you, John. You have been my savior on so many occasions in my life, please allow me to do this?"
"I have no idea, but I think I like your idea. The idea of me and a stranger does not sit well. Can you kind of drive it, because I am a little obtuse?"
"Sure, I know your schedule, but you will start to work late a few times a week."
"Fine by me if I am not there to hear them."
"They are in your bed?" Samantha all but spat the words out, and I had to admit that her rage was rubbing off.
