Hello my beautiful readers!
Since this chapter is Eddie's pov of many of the same events, most of the spanish is the same as last chapter but I will add the new words/phrases here. Again, forgive my ability to write/translate correctly.
Muñequita -dolly
Muñeca bonita -pretty doll
Mi amor -my love
Seis -six
Also, since the romance part is mxm that is the reason for the gay male category, despite other aspects in the tags/story :)
Much love, xx
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Eddie's Pov:
When Jessica suggested a night out together, since we'd finally managed to complete our move into the new house, I agreed with a fairly positive outlook on the evening. Things were going kinda well for me lately so I thought it had potential to be a great night. I got a promotion at work, which meant we had to move, but we were both ready for a change so that part made it better. My wife seemed happier, which was relief since I knew I wasn't the type of husband she deserved. I knew part of her excitement had to do with the change, which I was proud to make happen for her.
The other part was that she was glad to have a new hunting ground, which I was less proud of but just as willing to give. We'd pretty much exhausted all acceptable options for a third where we last lived, so I knew she was looking forward to seeing new faces and feeling new... anyways. I always felt so conflicted when I thought about how her options for new bedfellows was the main reason my wife was so happy right now. I understood of course but I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me.
My wife is breathtakingly beautiful. She has the most gorgeous green eyes, the best smile and the cutest little nose. She also has lovely, long hair that hangs in ringlets down to her waist. She's always been in shape and had a flat stomach but somehow she was also extremely curvy with large breasts, thick thighs and a fat ass. She was also quite tall, taller than me, she could crush me, but I liked that. For some reason I'd always enjoyed being the smaller partner. As far as wives went, she was a complete stunner, especially in heels. Any man would and should be proud to have her on his arm and I was proud. I was lucky enough to know that not only was she gorgeous, she was also fun and sweet and thoughtful. Jessica was my closest, and often only, friend. She had been for years and I felt my most comfortable when I was with her. Even though she didn't know everything about me but that was okay because no one did. That's how I wanted it.
I was thrilled when she said yes to being my wife. My family loved her and I adored her and I couldn't believe she wanted and accepted me. We got married young and those beginning years were sweet and loving and I wouldn't trade them for anything but as time went on, my wife started to change. Not in her affection towards me, no. She was the same as she had always been, when it came to how she treated me in general, but in the bedroom... She started to get a little more demanding and that was difficult for me to deal with mentally.
When she started asking for more, it was extremely confusing for me and the more demanding she got, the more my confidence wilted. I was used to Jessica being perfectly happy with the fact that I would drop to my knees to worship her with my mouth whenever she asked. I was used to taking care of her by way of massages or drawing her a bath, cleaning, doing the laundry, taking care of the yard, helping her dress, paying her bills or even cooking for us. I was used to using whatever toy she requested to bring her as much pleasure as she demanded. I loved being able to please my wife without my cock being the focus. It wasn't until seven years into our marriage that she began trying to make me fuck her like a "real husband."
The first time she begged, I was so taken off guard that I laughed because I thought she was kidding or maybe she was trying to humiliate me. Unfortunately, she wasn't kidding and my wrong reaction ended up turning into one of the worst fights we ever had. That's when I began to realize that maybe my wife was unsatisfied with me. I couldn't understand why she suddenly felt this way though, when she always knew what she was getting with me. One of the reasons I was always so thrilled that Jessica wanted to marry me was because of how difficult all penetrative sex was for me.
My brain associated penile penetration with pain. As a result, I couldn't manage to keep an erection for more than a few minutes maximum, if I could get hard at all; and that was just me fucking someone or thinking about fucking someone or trying to fuck my own hand. The idea of being fucked anally or orally with a toy or something real was downright terrifying. Once, Jessica suggested pegging. I'm pretty sure that was the one and only time I ever cried in front of her and that was as just from her talking about it. The whole ordeal was extremely embarrassing for me but Jessica always said she understood and that it was fine. Besides, we both found pleasure in how how I could take care of her in other ways, so I thought we were good.
By the time she asked me to fuck her again, we'd begun testing the waters in the bdsm world. My wife was naturally very dominant and I passively went along with whatever she wanted because I knew she deserved it. Sometimes I even enjoyed it too but, for me, it was never about my own fulfillment. I knew I could never give her what she asked for but I would do almost anything else and I worked so hard to prove that to her. When she still insisted I figure out a way to fuck her with my cock or she didn't see our marriage working out, I tried everything. I truly did. I finally went to a doctor and a therapist and I tried the pills, drinking, getting high from various substances, porn during sex, overstimulation, shock therapy, meditating and even hypnotization. None of it mattered or helped. My dick was simply useless.
