Author's note. It is that time of year when the days grow dark and short and my mood travels along. This tale is shorter and darker and the characters possibly less likeable than some of my earlier offerings. I hope it isn't too jarring for readers expecting sunbeams and butterflies. I envisioned this as a one off but have decided to carry on for at least two more chapters.
Fair Warning. Many of you won't like this series. It contains non-consent and certainly reluctance, interracial sex, drug abuse or drug usage, cheating, impotence, mature, the problems of aging and is in general rather dark. Further, many of you will find my characters actions stupid, illogical, selfish and in many cases juvenile. I only want to say two things.
When people feel their lives crumble around them, they grasp at straws, they do poorly thought out and really stupid things. Welcome to humanity.
This is a work of fiction, not real life. Enjoy or not enjoy. Get over it. I welcome PMs if you want to chat as well as comments from regular Lit members.
This chapter was originally published under
Suzan gets what she wants
there are some changes here from the original to accommodate the new story arc. If you have read the original and enjoyed it the next two chapters go much further. Enjoy if you can.
Bad husband
Some try to tell me. Thoughts they cannot defend.
Hi. My name is John. I am married to Suzan. I recently did something to my wife that I feel a little guilty about. In light of how things turned out I don't really regret my actions, but I feel the need to unburden myself even if it is to anonymous strangers. First you will need some background for context so you can properly judge me.
Suzan and I met in college. We married after graduation and spent our first 10 or so years working on careers and amassing material possessions, a house, a vacation home, all the things we were supposed to want. An unusual twist to our relationship is that we share the exact same birthday in late May. Some years our birthday falls on the holiday, sometimes not. But we always have a little free time around the date. By the time the big three oh rolled around Suzan decided it was time. She spit out 3 kids in just 4 years. As near as we can tell our first was conceived on our 30
th
birthday.They are now well-educated and delightful adults in their 20s. We just had our 60
th
birthday which is part of my dilemma.
Part two is my secret shame. Something that I have never discussed with anyone, not family, not friends, only my doctors and my wife. I developed high cholesterol and high blood pressure. The meds only helped so much. At 54 I had a heart attack followed by a stroke. This changed most aspects of my life, I was left with some nerve damage, a loss of coordination and balance and a loss of skin sensitivity. My mandatory maintenance drugs have caused profound impotence. My tongue and fingers still work though. During this time Suzan drowned her frustration and worry in alcohol and food. She has put on a bunch of weight. Her belly is a problem for me, but I never say anything. On the upside her originally large tits are now fucking huge. Maybe a G cup? I don't know. Menopause has only exacerbated the weight gain and her predilection toward moodiness.
After trying all of the ED meds, and other 'miracle' treatments to no avail, we have fallen into a pattern. I lick her pussy daily and finger Suzan to one, hopefully two orgasms. Then she sucks on my mildly enlarged but still rather limp cock. Watching porn helps because I enjoy the visual stimulation very much but never get hard enough for penetration. She never says anything, never complains, but I know Suzan wants and needs penetration. She has stopped moaning "Fuck me, John!" which I miss, I have thought about ending it but not seriously enough to act. I am still hoping for some medical breakthrough. Probably won't happen in the time I have left so what to do to make what is left as enjoyable as possible for both of us?
The porn thing is the final piece of the puzzle. Suzan never cared for porn, since she thinks sex should be private and says she has no desire to have sex with a stranger. That is what she says, but...
She prides herself on her honesty, but she doesn't always know her own mind. I suspect that the idea excites her, but she doesn't feel comfortable sharing. About 3 months before our big day, I happened on a video of a blonde, white woman built very similar to Suzan. The woman was taking a BBC from a good-looking Black guy. When I convinced her to watch it at first Suzan said nothing but I noticed she became very wet and aroused. Suzan deflected by mocking the woman's low-class accent and calling her white trash. Even so it became my go to for getting her off three times. I started to formulate a 'Birthday' plan to fulfill my wife's unspoken fantasy.
I found the outfit the slut wore, online and bought one in white along with a satin blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. I booked a boudoir themed room with a king-sized bed and in room hot tub at a nearby romantic motel. The dress is very sexy, it has no back and a halter tie at the top with a scoop neck. Slits up the side to the hip joint left two flaps that hung just below Suzan's ass cheeks and barely covered her now shaved pussy. It was pure white and made out of cotton spandex blend, supple and clingy. What most would call curve hugging.
After going out to a nice birthday breakfast we puttered away the middle of the day, we checked in around 4. A hot sensual soak. Some weed and ample champagne and Suzan was acting very horny. The guy at the dispensary assured me that with this vape cartridge she would be up for anything. The only thing he thought would be better, would be meth.
We had done alcohol and Marijuana and some coke ages ago in college but had little experience with harder drugs. Suzan always got going on that combination.
I got Suzan dried off and on the bed, and played her favorite White trash BBW taking a BBC video on our laptop while I fingered her and sucked her clit. Three orgasms later the scene had been set and I decided I would execute my devious and questionable plan. She put on some makeup and while she was deliberating over what lingerie to wear, I slipped the blindfold on her.
I kissed her and whispered "surprise." I slipped the dress on her. She stiffened for a minute and then I said, "Relax, this will be fun." The silky material caressing her chest had her nipples straining against the thin almost transparent fabric.
"Fun for who? You?" She shivered when my fingers grazed her right nipple. "Oh fuck! What are you going to do to me?"
I quickly and silently snapped a couple pictures with my phone. "You'll see. You are going to love this." I purred. I untied the top freeing her aroused tits and pulled out some tit jewelry I had purchased. There was a small stainless-steel necklace that had a heart shaped 'jewel' at the bottom. Off the bottom of the jewel were two more chains ending in matching jewels and small nipple clamps that would hold onto her nipples but not tight enough to hurt badly, only stimulate. Suzan reached for the blindfold to take it off. I said very firmly, "No! Don't touch that, keep your hands at your sides." I took more pictures and then retied her top. I stood her up smoothing out her outfit, stroking her thighs through the slits. I admired my work taking pics from all angles. Suzan was getting nervous now but also aroused. Her breathing accelerating to a pant. Her fingers being drawn to her cunt. I started recording video with my phone on a small stand on the dresser as soon as I took the last stills. I recorded her pulling up the almost nothing flap of cloth and start to masturbate. "You look perfect. Especially like that. Didn't you get enough?"
"Yes and no. You are obviously trying to get me aroused and it is working. Now tell me what you have planned." I answered her with a kiss.
When I asked her to step into her sandals she balked and reaching for the blindfold shouted, "You aren't taking me outside dressed like some kind of whore!" I caught her wrists and cuffed her hands behind her back. She struggled and groaned.
While the video recording rolled, she swore at me and threatened me. "Fucker! You are NOT taking me out in public like this. I will bite that useless cock of yours off after I file for divorce."
I had never seen her so agitated, and spent a minute rethinking my plan, She was my captive and couldn't escape. If not for my dysfunction I would have gotten a raging hard-on. She was already pissed at me but if things worked out as I hoped she would be happy in the end. I decided that I was committed and held to my course. "If you behave, I guarantee you will enjoy this. If you won't settle down, I will gag you. With a ball gag I have right here."
"Fucker! I hate you. We are done. You can't treat me, your WIFE, like this! I won't allow it. You are ruining
our
