My cock and I are firm believers that honesty is the best policy. Now, when I say 'firm believers', I mean eight inches, rock hard, standing tall to proclaim our belief. I've always personally taken this stance, but my cock is a fairly recent convert to that line of thinking.
My marriage started to fall apart a number of years ago, when our daughter, Lacey, was still in junior high. Emotionally, intellectually, and even romantically, things between my wife and I were as good as they'd ever been, but sexually...not so much. The frequency with which we had sex had declined steadily since Lacey was born, as might be expected, but before our daughter was even a teenager, it was down to just sex on special occasions, basically my birthday and our anniversary and that's it for the year. My wife never wanted to have sex. Even when we did have sex, it was because she was willing, not because she wanted to. She was physically capable, she'd even cum, sometimes multiple times, but she just wasn't into it.
Our lack of sex left me frustrated and increasingly irritable, and I started to take it out on her. I didn't mean for it to happen that way; it just sort of happened. So, when Lacey went off to college, I moved into the spare bedroom. The thinking here was that we'd stay a married couple, but I'd be free to masturbate when we went to bed and not worry about disturbing her. The problem with this plan was that masturbation was not sex, and I was still irritable. By Christmas, I had decided to move out, and I planned to do it at the start of the new year.
When Lacey came home for break, I sat her down to give her the news. I believed honesty to be the best policy, after all, and wanted to live up to my ideals. "Lacey, dear, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I'm moving out in January. Your mother and I are getting a divorce."
She was devastated. We'd always been such a happy family, the three of us, and she had no idea any of this was coming. "I don't get it," she said. "You don't love each other anymore?"
"It's not that, sweetie," I tried to explain. "We still love each other as much as ever. It's just that, well, things have gotten complicated."
"Complicated how? Are you cheating on her?"
"Of course not!"
"She's cheating on you, then?"
"No, that's not it, either?"
"Then what could be so fucking complicated that you'd just throw away 20 years of marriage, Dad?"
"Other than my birthday and our anniversary," I confessed, "your mother hasn't had sex with me in 5 years. She's asexual, lost all interest in it. With me, or anyone. She's seen doctors, physical and mental, tried support groups, pornography, nothing interests her sexually anymore."
Lacey gaped, stunned, in disbelief that her dad was telling her this, that her parents were really going to split up.
"I know this is a lot to dump on you, but it's the only honest explanation I can give you. Your mother has offered to let me sleep with other women, but that's not fair to her, me involving an outsider in family matters, and if anyone found out, it would be embarrassing beyond measure. I've tried...relieving myself, but that isn't satisfying and is unfair to me. So here we are. I hate to dump this all on you, especially at Christmas, but you deserve to know what's going on." When I finished talking, we sat in silence for several minutes, then she simply walked off, disappearing up to her room. I sat a few minutes more, told my wife that Lacey knew, then disappeared into my own room.
We didn't see much more of Lacey in the leadup to Christmas. She always claimed to have plans with one friend or another, and I didn't blame her for wanting to stay away, so we left it alone. My wife and I had years to get to this point. Lacey had it all dumped on her at once.
Then, Christmas came, and everyone's Christmas wish of finding a solution to our martial dilemma came true, with a major assist from Lacey and her devilish plan.
I awoke early Christmas morning to a warm, wet sensation on the head of my cock. "Mmm..." came a sound from beneath the covers. My cock hadn't been touched by my wife since our anniversary that summer, so it took no time at all for it to swell up to full hardness, filling her small mouth with my meat. I opened my eyes to let the grey light of dawn in and noticed a note on the pillow beside me. It read:
I know it's been a long time since your needs have been attended to. Starting today, I'm going to do a better job of keeping you satisfied. Merry Christmas!
Love,
L
My wife's name is Elizabeth, but Lizzie was the pet name I called her when we were romantic, especially when we were intimate. This was completely unexpected of my wife. She'd been so utterly disinterested in all things sexual for nearly a decade, and she'd
never
been into blowjobs, but here she was, sucking my cock like a champ first thing in the morning. Her mouth slid lower and lower on my shaft as she adjusted to its size, her lips stretched tight around my thick girth.
"Lizzie," I sighed, the feeling in my cock growing ever better.
"Call me Lacey, Daddy," came the breathy whisper from under the covers.
This was highly unusual, but, then again, everything about the situation was highly unusual, so I happily played along. If a little roleplay was what it took for my wife and I to have a sexual relationship again, I was up for whatever role she wanted me to play, even if she was playing our daughter.
"Suck my cock, Lacey, honey," I told her. "Make Daddy fill your mouth with cum."
My eyes were focusing a little better now as my post-sleep haze cleared, and I brought my hand down sharply on a wiggling lump in the covers I thought was my wife's ass.
"Mmmnnn," she whined, six inches of my cock stuffing her mouth full. While she didn't necessarily enjoy sucking cock, my wife was, at one point, anyway,
