Never Again

My wife's piercing brown eyes held me captive as I knelt before her with a sinking feeling in my stomach. It was her stern, no-nonsense demeanor and the complete lack of affection she usually held for me that had my senses on high alert. She was sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and her face no more than a foot away from my own. So close that I could smell the faint scent of mint on her breath mixed with the red wine she had just sipped from the glass sitting on the end table next to the couch. Her determined look was so demanding that I didn't even sneak a glimpse of the cleavage that was displayed so prominently in front of me in her loose-fitting button-down silk shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra so the outline of her nipples would usually be enough of a distraction that I'd at least have to sneak a peek. But, this time it was different. Different to the many other times I'd knelt at her feet to do her bidding. This time she had pointed to the floor in front of her and told me we needed to talk. It was the commanding tone of her voice and that steely gaze that told me it would be different. When I knelt on the carpet on the spot she had pointed and let my gaze move from the floor, up her smooth legs to the white shorts that tightly hugged her round, luscious hips and slowly allowed my eyes to move past her bodacious breasts, hidden from my view behind the silky fabric, to finally look into her eyes ... then, I knew it was serious. She let me kneel there in anxious anticipation before she spoke.

"You and I will never have sex again." She let the words linger in the air. Let the full gravity of the situation come down on me like light disappearing into a black hole.

"Let me say it again so it's perfectly clear. You ... and I ... will NEVER ... have sex again," she said in a commanding, determined voice.

She continued to lean forward with elbows on knees as she let her proclamation sink in. Surely, she must see the panic and devastation that was washing over me. My breath becoming ragged as I knelt on trembling legs while waiting for some crack in her demeanor to tell me this wasn't as serious as it seemed to be. But, alas, there was no crack, no wavering on her part, no assurance that everything was going to be alright, no promise that our twenty-two years of marriage would ever be the same.

How could this be happening? How did I let things get so far out of hand?

It had only been less than a year ago when I found out she was dissatisfied with our sex life. I was looking for a nail clipper and looked in the drawer in the night table next to her side of our king-size bed. I didn't find a nail clipper, but I did find a large vibrating dildo that must have been twice the size of my penis. I couldn't believe she could even get that thing inside of her tight vagina. I wasn't sure what to make of this discovery, so I quietly left the bedroom and didn't mention it for a few days.

On Friday night, while we were winding down with a few cocktails after a long week of work, I decided to tell her. We were sitting on the couch together and she had her feet in my lap so I could massage them. "I was looking for something the other day and got a big surprise when I looked in your nightstand," I chuckled.

Trish never batted an eye as she sipped her old fashioned and then said coolly, "I wondered how long it would take for you to tell me you found it."

I continued to massage her foot as I contemplated my next comment. I was a bit surprised that she didn't act embarrassed or have any reaction like I would have expected. She was usually somewhat conservative when it came to sex. I mean, she could be as randy as the next girl when she got a few cocktails in her, but in general we just did the usual oral sex foreplay and then sex in one of our favorite positions.

"So, you wanted me to find it?" I asked cautiously.

She considered the question and said, "I guess I really don't care, but, yeah, I did want you to find it." I gave her a quizzical look and she shrugged and added, "If we're not going to have sex, then I wanted you to know I could take care of it myself."

I stopped rubbing her foot and sat up straighter on the couch, "What do you mean by 'we're not having sex'? We still have sex," I insisted.

Trish rolled her eyes and said, "You mean the monthly poke and cuddle? Well, hell, we don't even cuddle. We just roll over and go to sl_eep. Well, at least you do. I usually end up fingering myself to an orgasm after you start snoring."

I was stunned. I never really thought about my wife masturbating before I found the dildo. Of course, I do all the time but it never occurred to me that she did too. And, I definitely didn't know she did it right after we had sex.

"Are you saying you don't usually have an orgasm when we have sex?" I asked hesitatingly.

I don't know if it was the fact she was on her second cocktail or if she just needed to get something off of her chest, but she sat up on the couch and looked me in the eye as she said, "Honey, the only way you're going to give me an orgasm is if you take the time to properly eat my pussy. And, quite frankly, that doesn't happen nearly enough." Then, she made a contemptuous look with her face and nodded toward my privates saying, "And I'll guarantee you that ain't going to do it."

She waited for my response with her face and arms crossed in a challenging posture. Her feet were still in my lap and I wondered if she could feel my growing erection. I guess it was talking about sex that was getting me excited, but it was a strange sensation to feel sexually excited and mildly humiliated at the same time. I decided to press down this path a bit further.

"I'd love to have more sex. Especially if that means I can give you more oral sex. To be honest, giving you oral sex is probably more exciting to me than anything else but I didn't know you liked it that much," I said honestly. I decided to ignore the challenge to my manhood and started to imagine that large phallus entering the sweet, delicate flower that is my wife's pussy. I turned a little red as I said suggestively, "Maybe I could give you oral while you use your new toy sometimes."

My wife must have felt my growing erection pressing against her foot as she got a smirk on her face and pressed her foot against my cock. "Aww, is somebody getting a little chubby? Gonna need to sneak off and whack yourself off in the bathroom? Isn't that what you do when you watch your porn?" My face grew a little redder at her accusation about masturbating and watching porn but, before I could protest, she cut me off, "Don't deny it. I found your hidden bookmarks for your porn sites. Just like you were looking for something and found my dildo, I was looking for something on your computer and found your little secret. Suzi asked me to send a link for that vacation house you reserved for us last year. Boy, wasn't I surprised when I found all the pictures and videos you had saved." She pushed her foot more aggressively against my erection and balls. She used her foot to emphasize each of her words as she said, "All so you could jerk off instead of having sex with your wife."

Trish pulled her feet from my lap and turned to sit as she laid back against the cushions of the couch. She swirled the whiskey in her glass as she said, "Go get your laptop and I'll show you the videos I found the most exciting and then you can tell me which ones are some of your favorites."

As I stood up, we both noticed the wet spot on the front of my pants and Trish started laughing. I left the room embarrassed but more excited than I'd been in a very long time.

That night, Trish showed me a couple of movies where men with very large cocks fucked the cuckold's wife as the husband watched from a distance. Then, she asked me to share some pictures and movies with her. I admitted that I loved the cuckold movies and then showed her some clips where a man was tied down and his wife teased his cock but never let him cum. Then, I showed her some pics of men in chastity eating their wife's cum-filled pussies. She didn't say much that night, but she did allow me to eat her pussy to orgasm before telling me to go masturbate into the toilet before we fell asleep in each other's arms for the first time in ages.

That night reset our moribund sex life into overdrive. Trish became much more demanding in the bedroom and we never had sex before I brought her to orgasm orally first. Then, she started making me masturbate in front of her when she found out how much it embarrassed me to do it with her watching. I would lick and finger her pussy to orgasm and then she'd give me a minute or two to masturbate or else I'd have to go to bed with no orgasm. She liked watching me lick my cum from my hand while asking me if I liked the taste and how hot it would be to watch me swallow another man's cum.

At first, she wouldn't use the dildo in front of me. Despite my pleading to be allowed to use it while I licked her pussy, she told me it was her "new lover" and she preferred to use it in private. Then, one night, she told me I could listen from the hallway outside the closed bedroom door as she made love to her "lover". I felt foolish standing in the hallway imagining my wife in the bedroom with another man, but that foolishness quickly turned into excitement as I heard her moan. Before long, she was moaning in ways I've never heard before. In more than 20 years of marriage, my wife had never made the guttural sounds that were coming from that bedroom. Not long after the moaning stopped, she opened the door wearing a nightgown and walked past me with a wink but not a word was spoken.

Our invigorated sex life was showing outside of the bedroom as well. Our friends and family commented on how great we looked and how much in love we seemed after all these years of marriage. And, I couldn't have agreed with them more. We had spent more time naked together in those two months than we had in the ten years beforehand. We'd tried new sex positions, we experimented with some light female domination and Trish was getting really good at keeping me teased and denied for days or weeks at a time. She had discovered that hum_iliation and sub_mission were particularly powerful triggers for me and used those in maintaining the teasing without my pants ever being pulled down.

"When was the last time your little dinky dick felt my pussy, boy?" she asked softly in my ear while we were cuddled together in a booth at a nightclub one evening. We were spending the night in the city and were walking distance to the hotel. I hoped this was the beginning of a long night of teasing and, hopefully, sex later. We hadn't been to the city in a long time so we had taken this weekend trip at Trish's insistence.

"Almost four weeks," I gasped as she rubbed her hand over the lump in my pants beneath the tabletop.

"Were you a good boy and no squirts this week?" she asked with an admonishing look in her eyes.

I nodded shyly to indicate that I hadn't masturbated despite her constant teasing.

"Maybe you'll get lucky tonight for being such a good boy. Would you like that?" she cooed in a tipsy voice. As an answer, I kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe lustfully.

She ignored my advances and looked around the club. "I want to dance," she laughed happily. As I started to get up, she pushed me back in my seat and slid out of the other side of the booth. I watched as she walked to the edge of the dance floor and started to dance by herself. She looked gorgeous from behind as I watched her full hips sway to the beat of the music. She was still fit after all these years and, in my opinion, the only changes were a little extra padding to her hips and breasts which made her body even sexier.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one that felt that way. A tall, light-skinned man wearing tight jeans, a half-unbuttoned shirt, a set of bracelets on one wrist, an earring in one ear and tattoos along the length of both arms approached her. Her eyes lit up when the man that was at least ten years younger gave her a big smile and asked her to dance. They danced for a while and then the man led her to the bar where they got a beer together. I noticed both of them look my way before she pointed at me and waved. I smiled and waved back as I wondered what she was up to. I didn't have long to wonder as they made their way to our table and I could see the signs of perspiration that each of them had worked up as they dirty danced on the dance floor.

Trish guided her new friend into the booth so that he was sitting in the booth between us. "Honey, this is my friend Trey." The guy was almost six inches taller as he sat next to me and when he shook my hand I noticed he had really long fingers. "Trey is a guitar player," Trish gushed like a giddy groupie. I just smiled pleasantly and wondered where this was going as I could feel my embarrassment growing by the second. I imagined everyone in the room was watching us as the guitar player put his arm around my wife and within minutes they were no longer including me in their conversation.

I saw the guitar player pull my wife close to him and said something quietly in her ear. She giggled and I could just hear her say, "Okay, but just a sec." She leaned across him and with a sexy look on her face she said, "Honey, put your hand under the table." I looked at her puzzled and she used her eyes to direct my attention to his crotch where her hand already was resting. I looked shocked and confused but in a sexy, teasing voice she insisted, "Just do it."

I relented and put my hand on top of hers before she moved her hand away and pushed mine onto the bulge that was covered by his jeans. It felt every bit as big as the large dildo she kept in her bedside table and I immediately tried to pull my hand away, but my wife held me by the wrist and said, "Feel it." Her eyes were smoky and sultry when she said, "I'll text you after he leaves. Tonight, it won't be yours that you get to taste." Then, she slid out of the booth with her new lover for the night.

When I entered the hotel room almost two hours later, Trish was lying on the bed with the covers pulled up over her. As I approached, she through the covers to the side to expose her naked body to me. She watched as I stood there dumbfounded, staring at her naked body, knowing she had just fucked another man. She pointed to the floor next to the bed and said, "Kneel right there." It was a command that wouldn't require any words in the months that would follow. Then, she swung her legs over the side of the bed in front of me and spread her legs slowly. As her knees spread wider, I could see the proof of her adultery. The hair above her pussy was matted with his cum and their combined juices were still leaking slowly from her wide, gaping cunt. I couldn't believe how incredibly wide her pussy was still spread open from the fucking she had just enjoyed with the young stud. She didn't allow me to look any longer as she reached for my head and pulled my face to her very, very wet pussy. I ate her like a madman until she gushed even more sperm and her own juices into my eager mouth. Through gasping breaths, she begged me, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" as she threw herself back on the bed. I pulled my pants down around my ankles and put her legs over my shoulders as I fucked her without even taking off my shoes or shirt. It was the most incredible minute of my life!

The next morning, as we laid in the hotel bed together, my wife ran her fingers delicately through my hair and asked, "Are you okay today?"

The feel of her touch and the soothing words of concern filled my heart as I awoke to the reality of what had happened the night before. Remembering the sight of her wide, gaping pussy and another man's cum dripping obscenely from the hidden treasure that had only been mine for more than twenty years immediately filled my brain. I remembered her pointing to the floor and kneeling submissively before the fountain of pleasure that had captivated me for so long. She had finally done what I always assumed would only be a fantasy and she seemed totally fine with it. She was actually concerned about me!

I gave a sheepish grin and said, "It was incredible. So, how are you? Did you have fun last night?"

Her eyes twinkled when she said, "I can truly say it was the best fuck I've ever had."

Her response was everything an aspiring cuckold could have hoped for. I had dreamed of another man fucking my wife and then feeling the aftermath of their copulation as I fucked her myself. "I agree. I can't remember ever enjoying sex with you more than last night."

I noticed the twinkle in her eyes disappeared and her body seemed to almost ... sigh. She diverted her eyes away from mine and I asked in a concerned voice, "Is there something wrong honey?"

She actually did audibly sigh before answering me without looking me directly in the eye, "It's just that ... having sex with you after ... well, it was just sad." She looked back in my eyes with a dejected look.

I wasn't sure how to respond and asked her in confusion, "You didn't want me to be there after?"

She was still lying on her side, facing me, and her expression became a bit more thoughtful, like she was looking for the right words. "No, that's not it. I really liked having you on your knees licking his cum from my pussy. I just wish I hadn't told you to fuck me. Like I said, it was just sad, and it wasn't the best way to end what had been an incredible experience. Not terrible, but .." she said with a shrug.

I thought about what she was saying. My head started buzzing as the emotions brought on by her words began to take shape within me. Having sex with me ruined her experience?

She could see the turmoil in my eyes. She also felt the stirring of my erection against her leg. She smiled slyly and said, "Aww, is somebody getting excited to hear that he disappointed me?" She reached her hand down and stroked my semi-hard penis. She raised herself up on her elbow and looked down at me as I lay next to her with my head on the pillow. Her other hand continued to stroke my penis. "His cock was so much bigger than yours." She threw the blankets off of us so she could see my naked body as she continued to stroke. "You have a little toddler peepee. I could barely feel it after having his cock in me." She leaned down so her tits were pressed against my chest as her hand continued to stroke me. With her face and lips almost touching mine, she said softly, "Is that what you want to hear, my love? That your little thing can't please your wife? That other men should take care of that for you from now on?" Her grip tightened around my fully erect cock and her stroking was faster as she kissed me hard on the lips. She raised her head as her eyes smoldered while staring into my eyes, "Tell me, little boy. Tell me you want other real men to fuck me from now on."

Her hand never stopped stroking as I gasped out, "Yes, yes! I only want other men to fuck you!" Then, I came all over her hand.

That turned out to be a turning point for us. We still have a very loving marriage and our sex life is still great. However, that one-minute fuck after the guitar player was the last time my dick has felt the pleasure of her magnificent pussy. The most I can expect now, is an occasional handjob as she humiliates me about my sexual inadequacies or tells me about her most recent sexual exploits. Sex for me is mostly giving her oral sex and using her trusty dildo to bring her to orgasm. If she feels I've been attentive enough to her needs, then she'll allow me to masturbate into my hand and watch me lick it clean.

It turns out that a woman that wants to have sex has very little problem finding eager men willing to oblige her. There was my friend who was going through a divorce and Trish felt sorry for his long, sexless dry spell. She said he wasn't as thick as the guitar player but still considerably better-endowed and longer-lasting than me. He got back together with his wife shortly after their tryst and we don't see them much anymore. Then, there are the occasional college boys she'll hook-up with through her dating app. She likes that they are so eager to please and respond so well to her dominant persona.

However, for the past month or two she has been infatuated with one of my co-workers. He is a fellow middle manager that she met at one of our company picnics. To be honest, I really don't care for him much. He's known as 'Mr. Personality' among the other managers due to his gruff, short-tempered manner. It was no surprise to any of us that he's single and never been married. But, for some reason, Trish hit it off with him right away. She says he can be quite affable and endearing with her, but she especially likes his no-nonsense, dominant nature – and, of course, his fat cock.

He likes to pick her up at our house in his Corvette. He never comes to the door, so it is obvious she is going out on a date with him as she skips down the sidewalk in her sexy outfits. I always assume he wants to make sure the neighbors know he is fucking my wife. When he sees me at work, he doesn't say anything but there is always a condescending smirk on his face. I assume Trish has told him everything about us and our sex life. Yet, despite his obvious drawbacks, he is making my wife really happy and that is resulting in excitement and happiness in our own relationship.

Just last night, she had come home from his house and was incredibly horny. They had drank some wine at dinner and she was a little tipsy when he dropped her off. She was a little coy about their date but I did find out she gave him a blowjob while he drove her home. Then, she raised the hem of her dress and showed me that she wasn't wearing any panties and her ass was bright red from being spanked. I was shocked but she had a dreamy look on her face and said, "Don't worry. I told him I wanted it. I needed it." Then, she told me she wanted some alone time but I was welcome to listen at the door. A short time later, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of the moans she makes when she is being pleasured by her dildo. By the time I got in bed beside her, she was sound asleep.

So, as I kneel here at her feet feeling sick to my stomach, hearing her declare with finality that we will NEVER have sex again, I have to ask myself a few questions. "Didn't I already tell her I only wanted other men to fuck her from now on? So, why is this freaking me out? I haven't even gotten close to having sex with her in months. But, did I really think it would be FOREVER? Is it him? The man who spanked her ass last night when she said she 'wanted it' and 'needed it'? Am I afraid he is taking her away from me? What else does she want and need that I can't give her? Why is she doing this now?

Finally, with a mouth so dry that I can barely speak, I squeak, "Is it because of him?"

She was still leaning forward with her elbows on her knees as she contemplated my question. "Yes and no," she replied. Her expression never wavered. It was determined, straightforward. Like she was explaining something to an unruly upstart. "He asked if I intended to have sex with you again and I told him I didn't think so because your little dick doesn't do anything for me anymore. He thought that was hot and told me I should tell you my pussy belonged to him now." She stared into my eyes as I wobbled on my knees, absorbing the situation. "When I told him I would do that, he said if I were his wife and told him that then he'd take me across his knees and give me a good, hard spanking. I told him I certainly deserved it. That you were a wonderful husband and you treat me like a queen. But, you also need me to have other lovers and you need the hum_iliation and reminders that you can't properly satisfy your wife. That's when he offered to spank me for you. Just like he fucks me for you."

I was hanging on her every word, imagining her over his knees getting spanked and then sucking his cock. I had a thought and asked shyly, "So, it just means no sex? I still get to give you oral, right?"

She shook her head and said, "No, you don't seem to understand, sweetie. No sex means no sex. My pussy belongs to him now. Do you think most real men are okay with some other man seeing and licking their woman's pussy? This body is off limits to you now." Her expression changed just a bit to mild amusement and a hint of sympathy. She ran a hand gently through my hair and down my cheek until she held my drooping chin in her hand. She tilted my head up to look her in the eye. "Don't worry baby. I'll still let you masturbate for me. I may even help you whack off sometimes. It just means you can't do all those things to me that we like so much. It will be hard but you know you'll like it." She leaned forward so her breasts were pressed against my face through the fabric of the silk shirt. "Just think how much you'll miss seeing these." She lightly brushed her hard nipples across my nose. Then, she stood up and put the crotch of her white shorts against the tip of my nose. I could smell her arousal. This was turning her on. "I'll still let you listen outside the door when I'm pleasuring myself."

Then, she squatted down so she was almost face to face with me. She held my head with both hands and said determinedly, "Even if things don't work out with Jack in the future, you'll still never, ever fuck me again. Understand?"

I nodded my head dumbly, but the realization came quickly. There was still a chance that in the future I might get to lick her pussy and pleasure her with the dildo and ... see her tits! There was still hope!


THE END

Absolutely incredible I love it!!!

That was incredible!!!

Loved it all, especially the "last straw" of the breast denial! Take it ALL from him!!!

Thank you!!!

irishwife39, Olga and useful male I appreciate your kind comments. IMHO, Denial is one of the most powerful experiences in this lifestyle. Yearning, obsession, and all the things cuckolds are known for

A great story and really well written. Thank you!
Peter C

Bravo! Top notch!

Hi, I am here at this forum just for fun, an observer kind of. It is exciting, I view the pics and vids and read a story now and then ... I am not a cuckold, although I was cuckolded without my knowledge for years, until I found out and I don't understand how someone can get pleasure from being denied, humiliated and disowned without the consequences of getting up and out of such a marriage ? Actually liking it .... If marriage is just based on sex and dick size, performances etc pussies being owned by bulls then why stay ? that all is a farce and you call it a lifestyle

Great story, I love it

Been Married for fifty years,Cuckold for allmost All of it.
Cuckold and Love It.

This is excellent, herboy, With each new story you continue to outdo yourself.

Another really good story, beautifully told. I could just imagine being on my frightened knees in front of her 😳❤️ x

Great story. Thanks for sharing