A Change of Heart

“Mark?” Donna said from the bedroom doorway, “are you all right?”

Call it parental instinct or whatever but I managed to lower my voice and remain reasonably calm. I was aware of our two children in their respective rooms.

“We need to talk Donna. We really do need to talk.”

And so we did. My wife of 10 years lay beside me on the bed, head resting on my chest.

We both voiced our concerns.

I voiced my anger.

I wasn’t really too mad with Donna. I was upset she hadn’t told me she planned to go to the party without me, and I agreed it was her not telling me rather than her going on her own which had angered me the most. I agreed that due to the strain between us these past few days – brought on by the bedroom fiasco – it had made it especially difficult for Donna to say anything much to me at all, but didn’t appreciate it when Donna suggested the strain was actually my fault for not being able to perform that day. I also said I would have trusted her to go alone. My anger was focused on Angela, for first sponsoring us for membership, for persuading Donna to go to the party without me and for the gleeful and humiliating manner she spoke to me on the phone. It was almost as if she was trying to split us up.

Donna tried to dismiss it as a bit of playful fun and I don’t think understood the extent to which Donna had hurt me. Even if I didn’t have a small dick – and doubts were now rapidly emerging in my mind causing all sorts of anxieties – the knowledge Angela believed I did and what she would do with that knowledge – embarrassed, angered and humiliated me, and brought me to hate her.

Oddly enough I did not feel such a way towards Dr. Jane Melrose and her assistant April whom had actually got to see my equipment.

Donna said she too was upset. She had really wanted to see the house but would of course not go if I didn’t want her to.

So this started to make me feel guilty. My original idea we go to the party. Not Donna’s fault I had failed the application – for whatever reason. The uncomfortable medical and interview she had succumbed to for my sake - though I couldn't remember her saying either was hard for her - and now allowing my dislike for one of her work colleagues stopping us from doing what we thought was best for us.

Was this sweet talk? Donna had done so in the past I know. As women do she could get her way by making it look as if it was what I always wanted all along.

“So you want to go to the party?”

“You know I do Mark.”

“If you explain to Angela I wasn’t going to allow you to go because of her, but we are bigger than that and I am going to let you go because I want you to go. And if you go with someone else instead of Angela.”

“I am pretty sure I have to go with my sponsor Mark.”

I looked down at her head resting gently on my chest. She was beautiful.

And she was mine.

All mine.

For now ...

Great story Jake. Can't wait to see where it takes you.

thanks

Great update. Cannot wait to find out what happens next.

I'm really enjoying this, please more

great story. Looking forward to more.

“OK, what the hell.” I said, “You can go to the party on Saturday with Angela on one condition.”

“Yeeeees?”

“You let me make love to you.”
“What - now?”

“Sure – why not?”

“On one condition. No - on two conditions.”

“Mmmm.”

“You buy me a new dress for the party.”

“And the second condition?”

“You use your tongue again like last time.”

“And what about my cock?”

“That’s up to you,” she giggled.

And so I undressed and then undressed my wife, revealing her unblemished body.

No tattoos or piercings on my woman.

Her neatly trimmed pussy welcomed my eager mouth and so for the second time in just a dozen or so days I got to work.

This time there was no trouble with my erection. I was as hard as a poker. After a few minutes I started to shift position so as to penetrate my panting wife. Sensing what I was doing Donna gripped my head with both hands and pushed my mouth back between her legs. Now this was odd. Donna had never been forceful like this and rarely took any initiative.

“Not yet lover.” she murmured. ”Not until I cum.”

Oh my. This was hot. I needed to cum too. I was getting very aroused. This was so unlike Donna. I forced myself to stay down between her legs but to be honest didn’t really have much choice. She was still gripping my head and grinding her cunt into my mouth. She was dripping wet and panting heavily.

I sensed she was going to cum.

“Ohhh fuck!” she hissed.

A small flood of juice exploded into my mouth and Donna finally let go of my head before sinking back into the bed. I climbed up beside her.

Taking the opportunity I gently turned her onto her side and prepared to spoon her from the rear. It was one of my favourite positions which she hadn’t let me do for years.

Donna was still pretty out of it so I gently lifted her leg a little and took her.

Christ! She was so wet! I slid in easily. Too easily.

As I started my rhythm I sensed Donna coming out of post orgasmic trance. I also realized I really wasn’t going to last long before I came. My left arm was under her head. My right arm reaching over her body, my hand gripping her breast.

Donna gently lifted my hand away and moved away from me to the edge of the bed where she sat with legs on the floor.

As soon as she started to move I had slipped out of her.

“I need to clean up …..” she said turning her head towards me and seeing my alarm.

“Donna! I was fucking you!”

“What? I …I mean I didn’t know…….I mean I couldn’t …..”

I ejaculated onto the bed.

This is the only story I've read that takes me to my own dark little place - ALL the details are spot on!

I'm not kiding, it's VERY good.

Donna stood and turned to look at me.

“Fuck Mark. I didn’t realize you was fucking me – I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t realize I was fucking you?”

“Oh God. Mark …. I …….”

“Couldn’t you feel my dick inside you Donna?”

“I was out of it. I wasn’t thinking. That orgasm I had was incredible.”

“Donna. Can you feel my dick when I fuck you?”

“Mark, don’t do this.”

“Answer me Donna. Can you feel my dick inside you?”

“What do you want me to say Mark?”

“For fucks sake Donna. Tell me the truth. Can you feel my dick?”

“No Mark – I can’t. And I never have. Satisfied?”

And so my wife walked to the bathroom.

Well done, very hot.

Thank you

GH

So it was true. I really did have a small cock. So small my wife couldn’t even feel me. Logically it shouldn’t really matter. I could give Donna incredible orgasms with my tongue and I could get off fucking her after doing so but to be actually fucking my wife and have her move away because she was totally oblivious to what I was doing crushed me to the core. The doubts and anxieties I had started to develop since my Dark Knights interview were clearly confirmed.

I had a small dick.

So small it was useless for fucking – at least from Donna’s point of view.

When Donna first admitted it and left me lying on the bed in my own mess I was immediately angry – that temper of mine. But I had demanded she be honest and all she had done was be that – even at the expense of hurting me. Maybe she was still a little glazed over from the orgasm? The point is the truth was out.

OK. We needed to sort this out. For now though I would buy her the dress and let her go to the party – that was the agreement after all.

After she had seen what she needed to see at the house we would come to some kind of arrangement sexually. Giving her such powerful orgasms with my tongue was something of an ego boost after all. Maybe she would like a vibrator or dildo? I couldn't do anything about the size of my cock.
I'm sure she would prefer a real cock but we would have to make do.

Good work!

poorlittlejake
I am looking forward to the rest of this story

Brilliant, cannot wait for the rest.

great story. Looking forward to more...

ditto!!

bump - please more!

Yes. Don't stop here...

thank you for the outstanding story so far....

Please continue this fascinating story....

(I keep checking daily for more, and waiting for Donna to get to the party!....and what further humiliations will be waiting for Mark!)

thanks again!

I seem to remember it was Friday afternoon before the Saturday party when Angela took Donna shopping. They had finished early from work. I was a touch disappointed because I wanted to help my wife choose her dress but she felt more comfortable going with Angela – and my money. After all, Angela would know the kind of thing which would best suit her for such an event.

Oddly enough I didn’t get to see the dress that day or even that weekend. Donna claimed she was going to get changed at Angela’s before travelling up together in her car. Nor did I get to fuck her that night. She was distant and clearly had her mind elsewhere. All she really did was make sure I knew how to take care of the children whilst she was gone. Since the parties finished late she would be staying at a Travelodge nearby before driving back Sunday afternoon, the first time since out marriage we had been apart.

Thinking I had done the right thing with just the nagging doubt or worry
regarding our changing sex life I slept pretty well that night. When Angela pipped the car horn the following afternoon Donna pecked me on the cheek, clearly excited with her adventure.

“Don’t text or phone until tomorrow Mark – no phones allowed remember.”

I watched her rush down the path and into the car. With two more pips they were away.

As are we now Jake, as are we ..

more please!

So what happened. Have you lost your wife yet. I think other women have broken up marriages more that guys by planting ideas in there head. It seem that your cock was little only after she came back from her check up. You can bet she got fucked there. With age and kids most peoples sex life is strained. I hope that you have not responded does not mean that things went bad. If I sound bitter its because my wife cheated on me for almost 18 years but as so as a girl friend put her nose in it it was shoved in my face. She started to spend many days with him and when she was home it was like someone else was using her body. She passed away a couple years ago buy I am still fucked by what the girlfriend did. PLEASE let us know how its going.
neohbi

awesome story mate...do keep going!

I decided to complete some of the jobs which needed doing around the house whilst keeping half an eye on the children. This took me up to about 6 and for ease had some pizza delivered. It was rather nice eating in the house with just my children. Over all the years since their birth I couldn’t ever remember it happening without Donna floating about. It was cozy and also nice to just chat. I clearly took things for granted and such moments were important to remind me about the important things in life. Donna not being there also helped me realize just how much I loved her – and needed her. I was happy I had agreed to let her go to the party. Forbidding her to do so may have put a strain on things which after the bedroom fiasco may have made things worse than what they clearly were.
I had no reason to feel jealous or worried. I was Donna’s husband and the father of her children.

She had no reason to stray. I was the only man she needed.

I considered phoning or texting her but reasoned it would be no use. After I washed up I tried to imagine what Donna would be doing. She would surely be in her element viewing the treasures. I reasoned there would a few things she had never seen before, nor ever imagined existed. Despite my reservations with Angela I am sure she would look after Donna -

I bet my wife was having the time of her life.

That night I decided I would arrange a weekend away somewhere. Just the two of us. I didn’t want to take Donna for granted again.

The following morning I received a text. Donna would be setting off about 3 or 4 and hoped to be back home for tea. I decided to make something for her. No cook I hoped the thought would count.

As predicted she arrived around 5 though wearing the casual clothes she left in. I met her at the door. Over her shoulder I saw Angela waving to me from the car before speeding off. I let my wife in before hugging her.

“Hey baby – how did it go?”

“There is something you need to know Mark,” she said frowning.

“Ok. Tell me.”

“I need to go again Mark.”

“Where to - the party?”

“Christ Mark you would not believe the things I saw. I’ve had such a great time!” she said smiling.

“Didn’t you get to see everything?”

“Oh god yes! Angela made sure of that!”

“Then why do you need to go again?”

“What? Oh I see … I mean. There is stuff there I need to do again.”

“I don’t understand what you mean Donna. We agreed you would only go once and you have said you have seen everything?”

“Well yes Darling. Look, let me freshen up and I’ll tell you all about it. Can I smell food?”

As I replied she rushed up stairs. This was strange. Maybe I should be worried after all?

A short part but sweet . Waiting for more

Jake, you are certainly the master of the slow build up of tension.

ummmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Cannot wait for the next part of what happened and why she wants to go again.