Nofap Fail

Lucy and I are happily married and have been together for nearly 17 years. One of the things that keep us together is that we have strong sex drives. We make love at least once if not twice a day, every day. It has been like that since almost the time we met. Up till now, we have not been separated for more than a couple of days and when we have been separated for more than a day, our reunion, if you can call such things a reunion, usually results in a festival of sex. Basically, we commit a day to spend inside, safe from the public gaze so that we can fuck without restraint. It tends to be great fun.

"I am going on a team building exercise with the entire management team."

"Sounds good."

"Out into the wild blue yonder. They say that there is no cell phone coverage and the we will have to check in our devices at the start of the course."

"Wow! You gonna be able to do that for a whole day?"

"We are going to be gone for three weeks."

"What? Three weeks? What the fuck? How am I going to survive without you?"

"You can masturbate or to use the in word fap!"

"Noooo! This is ridiculous!"

"Yeah, I agree and there are lots of complaints but the CEO is adamant."

"Shit!"

"You can always practice celibacy for three weeks. There are people on the internet who say it increases your well being, your sperm flow and vitality."

"They are fucking mad. I can't do that. I will go mad."

"Let's make a competition of it. You don't fap for the three weeks and you can use my arse."

Now this is a serious prize. One of the few things that Lucy will not do is anal. Totally forbidden.

"You are on!"

"No cheating now! I will know if you cheat. I have extra sensory perception. I know when you are coming."

She's right of course. She seems to be able to predict my orgasms with a lot of accuracy, but sometimes it seems a bit uncanny.

The fatal day arrives and Lucy goes off line. We got in as much fucking as was possible before she left, but still I am seriously upset. Lucy's challenge stays in my mind and I decide I will at least try the abstinence thing for as a long as I can.

Day 1: This is easy. Lucy drained me like a vacuum cleaner. I don't need sex. I will make this thing happen.

Day 2: Still fairly under control but I am beginning to have flashbacks to our last night together.

Day 3: I woke in the early morning with a hard on. I refrained from wanking. Not too difficult. The idea of using Lucy's arse is enough to make me strong.

Day 4: I awoke at about 2 am with a hard on that refused to let me sleep. I gritted my teeth and stayed celibate. It is becoming a bit of a strain though.

Day 5: I find myself staring at any woman who walks past me.

Friday and Saturday I stay away from public places, just to decrease the temptation to take matters in hand.

Day 8: Back to work and I find myself staring at any woman who walks past me and having fantasies.

Day 9: I find myself staring at any woman who walks past me and having serious visual fantasies. Really serious. A couple of times I even started to feel the start of an erection.

Day 10: I found myself watching the boss lady Hannah walk past and had fantasies of, of, of. OK, I will admit that I have had fantasies about Hannah ever since she was appointed, but I have Lucy and I didn't want to make waves so I kept the fantasies down to manageable levels. Now it is not so easy to keep the levels down. She is sooooo sexy. I could easily... NO! Forget! It could cause all sorts of problems.

Day 11: Things are bad. I wake up in the early hours with a monstrous, uncontrollable erection. Hannah features heavily in the fantasies. And now another issue starts to arise. One thing the internet people are right about, my testosterone levels are now at the point where I am dangerous to cross at work. I try not to go to meetings where Hannah is presiding. It is difficult though.

Day 12: I had the early morning erection and just before dawn I had a wet dream. I excuse myself from the end of week meeting because Hannah will be there and she was the active participant in my wet dream. In my dream she was sucking my cock and looking up at me. I pumped hot stream of cum into her mouth, but it was my chest that got it not her silky, sexy mouth. Argh! I could really fuck her senseless. Thank God it is Friday. I will hide away at home and avoid women in general.

Weekend comment: I spent my time working out in my home gym and trying not to think of sex and especially not of Hannah. I have another wet dream and Hannah is on her back this time, legs spread, pussy held open, saying "Put it into me! I need your cock in me!" I must survive one more week! Lucy is back on Friday evening.

Day 15: The usual, early hours hardon and Hannah now on her hands and knees, inviting me to fuck her arse. Needless to say I end up with a puddle of cum on my chest. The Monday morning meeting ends up in chaos. I tear strips off everyone in sight. I reduce a sweet innocent intern to tears and storm out of the meeting. I get a summons from Hannah. The interview is not friendly. Hannah is frosty.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What happened to the sweet, patient Geoff we all knew and loved? I cannot believe that I could hear you shouting from the floor above."

All I can do is stare at Hannah and lust after her. It doesn't help that her nipples appear to be poking out at me. Enjoying thrashing me I suppose. I hesitate and then tell her the whole story, the anal sex prize included. Well not the fantasies, but you know what I mean. And what does she do? She fucking well bursts out laughing. She has no idea how close I am to reaching across the desk and, and, but I don't as there is still a modicum of sanity in my mind.

"You are awash in testosterone? And when does Lucy get back?"

"Friday evening."

"You aren't going to last are you? So what are you going to do?"

I am completely dumbfounded by the question.

"I guess I must give up the challenge."

She laughs again. "Go home and wank and come back tomorrow morning in a better mood. Go on! Fuck off home. Go beat your meat to death. But you come to me first tomorrow morning and tell me if all is resolved."

I look at her again. Her nipples are more prominent than they were when we started the conversation. I look into her eyes and see things that I think are imaginings.

I go home and wank. Three times. I wake up at 2 am and wank again. At dawn and I have a wet dream. Hannah again doing all sorts of sexy things.

Day 16: First thing in the morning, I report to Hannah.

"How did it go?"

I try not to look at her. She is a throbbing sexual fantasy. I just want to do all the things we did in my wet dream with her this morning. I am speechless.

She sighs.

"I didn't think that would work. My twin sister Rose may be able to help out."

I cannot think of anything more doomed to failure. If Rose looks anything like Hannah....

"Is she a shrink?"

"No. She is a sex worker. Unashamed. Sex for money. Here is her number. I told her to expect you to phone. You will phone now, visit her this afternoon and if you don't I will have to fire you."

"You didn't think the wanking would help did you?"

She just laughs and shoos me out of the door.

I go back to my desk and stare at my phone. Now I have never been unfaithful to Lucy, not ever and for that matter I have never used a sex worker either. I am in serious panic. I don't know what to say, I don't know how to approach Rose. I either phone Rose or lose my job. I am, as I said, in a total panic. Eventually I phone the number.

"Hello?" Hannah's voice.

"Rose?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Hannah gave me your number."

"OH. You are Geoff? Yes she told me of your troubles. Said I should be nice to you. She is such a sweety."

An hour later, I am ushered into a luxury flat by a woman dressed in red lingerie and who is the spitting image of Hannah. I stop dead in my tracks.

"Hannah?"

She laughs.

"No. Hannah is at work like the good wage slave that she is. I am Rose. The decadent black sheep of the family. Yes, I know it is scary but we are twin sisters, even our parents have difficulty telling us apart. Shower first."

She leads me into a huge bathroom with an open shower in one corner and she strips me, carefully hanging my clothes up but doing it ever so slowly, teasingly and enticingly. She turns on the water, warm and scented. She rubs herself against me sensuously.

"Why don't you help me undress?"

And soon we are both under the shower and she is soaping me slowly and erotically. Hands sliding down my chest, across my belly and then gripping my arching, hard cock in one hand and my balls in the other. Her slow manipulation has the obvious effect. I don't last more than a dozen strokes and I am pumping cum onto her belly and onto the floor.

"Here," offering me towel "Dry me off."

And I get to run my hands all over her body. Suddenly she grabs my head, pulls me in for a passionate kiss which surprises me having been told that sex workers didn't kiss customers. For obvious reasons I lose the towel and pull her in close as we kiss. I can feel her firm naked breasts against my chest, her hips grinding against mine with my recovering erection pressed between us. Somehow we find the bed and she pushes me onto it. From seemingly nowhere she produces a condom which she somehow rolls onto my cock with her mouth. The condom unroll action turns into a slow sensuous blow job. Just before I cum again I grab her and roll her onto her back, spread her legs and eat her pussy making her moan softly. I wonder cynically if she is faking arousal, but the wetness of her pussy seems to indicate that her arousal is genuine. My suspicions are supported when she has an apparently very real orgasm but by that stage I am not thinking straight, all I want to do is bury my cock inside her. I slowly move upwards again, across her clean shaven mound and soft belly with a short detour to the swollen nipples of her breasts. Then my cock is perfectly positioned to thrust into her and I pause to look at Rose who could so easily be Hannah. The star of many a fantasy stares straight back at me with lust in her eyes.

"What are you waiting for? Fuck me now!"

It is only as I thrust into her that I almost subconsciously notice a tiny white scar on the edge of her eyebrow.

"Hannah," I say to myself, "Doesn't have that scar so I have been fooling myself all along."

The scar, the fantasy and any further speculation gets lost as I slam into her, her moan echoing a grunt from me. Our mouths meet and seem welded together as I thrust into her.

"Harder, harder!" she says "Fuck me hard!"

And I do and words turn into moans and whimpers of lust as we hurl our bodies at each other in the most ancient of human dances.

I return to the office floating on a sea of luxurious satiation and, when summoned to a meeting I am once more able to concentrate, to communicate and function as a team member. Hannah arrives late, listens to our discussion, nods in approval of our progress. All is again under control and I am relieved. The sexual signals I believed I was seeing in Hannah are no longer visible. There is nothing in her eyes, no swollen nipples, no sexual tension. All gone. It was all in my overheated imagination.

As the attendees start filing out the office Hannah looks at me.

"Geoff, please stay after the meeting."

When all are gone, I close the door.

"Rose resolved your issues did she?"

"Yes. She is very good at relieving tensions, but wow you two look so much alike."

"Scary. Even our parents battle. You still have four more days before Lucy's return. Maybe you need to visit Rose on Wednesday?"

"I may well do that. It is just my conscience bothers me about Lucy. Being unfaithful as it were."

"Just feeding an appetite is all."

"Problem is that she is a really good, inventive lover."

"Better than Lucy?"

"No, but more open to experimenting."

"Having lost the anal sex prize with Lucy, maybe you can score with Rose?"

"I hadn't thought of that."

Is it my imagination or is Hannah looking aroused? Does she get off on her sister's exploits? Interesting thought. As she leaves the meeting room I glance at her eyebrow and see a tiny white scar.

"Oh! What have we here?" I ask myself.

I have friends all over the IT industry, so getting the registered name for the two cell phones takes but a single call. And I discover that Hannah and Rose's cell phone numbers are registered to one person. Hannah R Smythe. What's the betting that the R in the name is Rose?

The midweek appointment is a definite now and I just know that on Wednesday afternoon I am going to be balls deep in Hannah's arse and the thought of that pleases me no end.

Day 16: Rose/Hannah having drained my balls very effectively yesterday means that I am under no pressure, but to be honest I did fap (getting used to that word) in the early hours when fantasizing about fucking Hannah's arse tomorrow.

Day 17: I feel the pressure building up but I know that in the afternoon I would be banging Hannah's arse and that keeps my aggression under control. Two o'clock Rose ushers me into the flat. Today she is dressed in a sheer almost transparent dress with thin straps in place of lingerie.

"If that growing cock is anything to go by you like my clothing today."

She grabs me by the cock and leads me into the flat. We strip, get into the shower and once again she soaps me down and then strokes my already hard cock, but this time she turns her back to me, bends over and guides me into her pussy and we fuck with water drumming down on us. She takes my balls gently into her hands and squeezes in time with my pumping but before I can cum she stands up straight ejecting my cock.

"Condom first."

We dry off and once again she fits the condom with her mouth, kneels in front of me. and I slide into her pussy again. After a few strokes I pull out and try to slide my cock into her arse.

"Wait. Lots of lube first, and you lie on your back. I am going to control this."

She lubes her arse then squats over my rampant cock, lowering herself onto me. I reach up and squeeze her nipples making her gasp. She pumps my cock in and out of her slowly and rhythmically. What a fucking beautiful sight! Rose or Hannah, naked as the day she was born rhythmically impaling herself on my cock. I look at her body and then at her face, her mouth open as she gasps her lust, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed. So beautiful, so sexy, I lose control and she pumps a huge load of cum out of me, then collapses on my chest.

"Fuck, that was good. I normally don't let men onto my arse, but you are special."

I look at her flushed face and suddenly realise that there is no scar on her eyelash. What the fuck? Someone is playing games with me! Amazed, confused I roll her on her back, and tongue her arse and that sets her off. She writhes, she moans and starts rubbing her own clit. I keep going till she cums, and man does she cum hard. She lies gasping, shuddering on the bed so I lift her up onto her knees, pull the condom off.

"Gimme a condom!"

"No! Bareback! Cum in me!"

So what's a man to do? I slam my cock deep into her, holding her tight, feeling her still fading orgasm and then I start to pump until she is gasping again and the I dump hot cum inside her.

I get back to work,

"Where you been? Hannah was looking for you an hour ago."

What the fuck is going on. I was convinced that Hannah was Rose and Rose was Hannah.

I walk into Hannah's office and there she is. Scar on her eyelash.

"There is one way of telling you two apart isn't there?"

She just smiles.

"I thought you would notice. Rose threw a toy at me one day when we were quite young, it got me on the eyebrow and gave me a scar. That is what you saw isn't it?"

I just nod.

"Rose looked after you today because I had an important meeting and she demanded to be in on the fun."

"But why? Why did you impersonate Rose?"

"Why? Because you are an incredibly sexy man and have featured in many a hot fantasy. I had to know if you were as good in bed as you looked you could be. Plus I knew you and Lucy had something very good going and I didn't want to damage that so I used Rose's flat and passed myself off as a sex worker. The problem arose when I couldn't make it this afternoon. So Rose stood in for me. She says you are awfully good. Seems that I will need to set you up again sometime."

When Lucy got home, I admitted to fapping but not to playing with Rose and Hannah. She smiled at that.

"Liar. You visited a sex worker. Twice. I felt it happen. Which gave me the excuse to fuck Charles. He really is quite sweet, but no match for you. Now are you going to stand with your mouth hanging open or are we going to fuck? I am so horny and you have to tell me all about the sex worker. I really didn't think you would last the full three weeks, so my arse is still safe isn't it?"

She is right of course, her arse is safe, but every now and so often I might just get to play with Hannah or Rose depending on who is free. I think Lucy suspects, but so long as she gets her fair share she isn't going to complain.