AUTHOR"S INTRODUCTION: This is a story about five pages in length for all of those bisexual husbands who intuitively know they are not alone in their desires to have another man in their lives. It's also for those wives who love their husbands but wish for a little more excitement in their marriage. And it's for those single men who are by nature confident and more dominant who would like to find a willing couple to jointly submit themselves to his pleasure. In the end, it's a fantasy many dwell on if the large number of posts in the Literotica Forum that explore this topic are counted. Thus, I've written it for those who either already live the reality as well as those who hope for the day when they might find the right partners to fulfill such a dream. This story is written by 'yukonnights' and is published exclusively by Literotica.com. All copyrights are retained by the author.
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KEN โ The Shame I Live With
"Oh no Ken...hold on a little longer...I need to come so bad!"
"Shit! I'm sorry baby. I just can't control it," I said with the usual humiliation weighing heavy on me.
"The medicine isn't helping, is it?"
"No, not really. They make me hornier and harder, but don't have any effect on the premature ejaculation. I'm so sorry. Let me get you off with my tongue," I tell her in the semi-darkness of our bedroom. It's a darkness I'm thankful for because I don't want to face her after another failed orgasm.
I guess we both thought it would get better when we were just dating. Our love has always been so strong, but it seems that I can feel this problem chipping away at our relationship. It may all be in my head, but I sense Jen is getting frustrated with it. All I can do is try to get her off with my tongue and her dildo. Yes, that both pisses me off and shames me to my core but I do it because it's the least I can do for her after I let her down again. After a little over two years of marriage, and almost a year of dating before that, I have very rarely given her an orgasm with my dick. I'd like to call it a cock, but I'm so pissed off I think sometimes even calling it a dick is stretch.
As I settle my face between her spread legs I'm not surprised by the copious mess of spunk my tongue and fingers discover as I go to work. From the amount I shoot you'd think I was a real stud โ but that's just a bad joke, 'cause a stud I'm not. As I taste my mess and get started another tinge of guilt colors my thoughts at the fact that I have developed a liking for the taste of my cum. She knows I sucked a guy in college, but it wasn't anything real serious and lot's of guys experiment like that I think. I didn't really like him to come in my mouth back then, but since I wanted him to let me when it was my turn โwell, I just got used to it and soon enough it was no big deal. Like I said, Jenny knows I sucked some cock in college, but being honest with myself, I've been getting the craving to be on my knees with a cock in my mouth again from time to time โ I just can't bring myself to tell Jen about still wanting it. On top of my problem with being unable to satisfy her, me suggesting that I want to suck cock again seems way too much to put out there. I'd never cheat on her for real, so I just watch some porn and get off thinking about it and stuff.
"You sure seem to be enjoying cleaning up your mess," Jenny teases.
Coming up for a breath, I reply, "Just trying to give you something good since I can't seem to do it with my dick."
"It feels really good...just keep licking and it won't take long," she replies and spreads her legs a little wider.
I'm using two fingers in her and licking her clit when she says, "Get my dildo...I need to be full of hard cock tonight."
I get up from the bed and dig her toy bag out of the drawer and am soon back at work. Now she's humping into a large hard cock and I'm again feeling really small and impotent since I can't give her this kind of pleasure with my own body. But I'm determined to make it a good orgasm and in a couple of minutes she squeezes her legs tight to my face and enjoys her release. I'm glad for that, but so frustrated and shamed that it took a silicone copy of a real cock to get the job done for my wife.
After we both clean up in the bathroom, little is said and soon I hear her breathing slow and know she's asleep. I'd like to say I stay awake thinking about how to change all of this, but I've already done that for years and I'm pretty much resigned to being a looser in bed for the rest of my life. My thoughts finally drift to being thankful she loves me for my heart and soul and not my cock...but it's a depressing situation and I fall to sleep thinking those kind of thoughts again.
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KEN & RICK โ The Friendship
"Hey Ken, when did you say you were scheduled to fly up to Portland to meet with Richardson for the inspection of their new production line. We got their quote, but need the QC documents before we can bid on the Department Of Defense ration contract," my friend and coworker Rick asks.
"I've got a flight booked tomorrow morning. I'll meet with their team and review all the documents, then inspect the production line the next day on Thursday morning and wrap it up sometime after noon. I've got a flight back later that evening. I've been talking with them and I don't foresee any problems, mostly just a routine inspection. They're good folks and they know what's required."
"Good. I'll let 'em know upstairs," Rick replies. After a moments pause he asks, "Is Jen flying up with you this time?"
"No. I won't have time to do anything fun, so she's staying home," I tell him.
"Well, I guess you can survive one night without her," Rick teases.
"Easy for you to say 'Mr Bachelor' who doesn't get to sleep beside a beautiful women every night...just you and your hand, eh buddy," I tease back knowing it's all in good fun.
"You just might be surprised how I spend my nights. You're a married guy now so maybe you've forgotten what a big interesting world it is out there."
"Yep, I'm married and don't even care what's out there in that big lonely world. You need to find someone and settle down Rick. It sure beats sleeping alone," I say and mean it.
"Yeah, something steady is starting to sound nice...but it's not that easy. You got lucky with Jen."
"I know I did. I just hope she feels the same about me," I reply as the thoughts of my failure as a lover darken my mood like a storm cloud on a sunny afternoon.
"Well, I'll see you when you get back then. I better go get to work on my part of the proposal. Take care and have a good trip Ken."