Confession of a frustrated husband
Introduction:
I wrote this as an experiment.
Nothing. Not even a “I’m a bit horny so let’s watch some porn and masturbate together”. Nothing. I rub her back, I kiss her shoulders, I try everything to get her warmed up, but she’s like a stubborn diesel engine. There’s nothing if she does not feel like it.
Hi, I’m Larry. I was born in a little town in the Deep South of South Africa, in the Karoo. I grew up on a farm, but very early in my life realised that I had to get away from the farm. After school, I moved to the city and studied Film and television. After a very successful run at being a Television Floor manager and also feature film production manager (The South African film industry is very small), I finally took up a permanent position at one of the local television stations as programming manager for a local language channel.
That is where I met Abigail. We dated for a year before I popped the question on her 24th birthday. We got married six months later. It was amazing. After the birth of our son, I realised that Abby did not feel about me the way I felt about her. After a huge screaming match, she made it very clear that she married me to get away from her shitty little job as a production secretary and that now that James was born, she was happy and content, and that I should be happy that we still had sex, even if it was less than once in a blue moon.
In the beginning, she would allow me to scratch her back, then allow my hands to wander and then she’d say something like “find us a video”, to which I would scramble to get to my tablet, open a porn site and then find a video that we both could jack off to together. Sometimes it would lead to something more, but most of the time it just stayed with me jacking off into a tube sock.
This has been going on for the last three years of my life, but I have been getting by through sheer grit and determination, and the occasional jerkoff session when I am alone.
Here’s the problem: Lately my eyes have started to wander. I have started looking at other women in a more sexual way. Thinking of ways to seduce and maybe even fuck them, but I am by nature a shy man, so I just let it stay with fantasies.
Then I met Sharon. She’s beautiful. Not in the glamour model/ fashionista way, but in a classic way. A bit plump, but there where it matters. Beautiful bust line, swaying hips, full lips and an aroma to die for. The first day we met, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. And it seemed like her cleavage showed more and more every time I looked up from my desk.
The boss, showed her in, and in a matter-of-fact tone, told us that we would be working together and sharing the same office in the back of the building. The first couple of days were easy. I just stayed out of her way, but after a week of trying to dodge this way and that, we had to have a meeting with one of the producers and this meant being on close proximity.
I realised that she knew how I felt on Friday morning when she stopped me in front or our office door as I was on the way out, and she was on the way in. “Morning,” I said. “Morning. We need to talk.” I turned back to my desk and sat down. Not wanting to betray my own feelings.
“I need to know something. Are you married?” She was very direct in her approach. “I only ask because I see the wedding ring that you are wearing, but I have also noticed the way you look at me, and that is confusing.” I did not say a word, but the silver ring on my hand began to ‘burn’ me.
“I am not in a relationship at the moment, and I like you very much.” I did not even get a chance to answer her first question. “Well?” I looked at her. I took a deep breath and started talking. For the first time in my life I told another person everything. I told her how I thought that Abigail was the one, and how after James, everything came out into the open.
I talked for what seemed an eternity.
“And then you walked in on Monday and blew my socks off.” I stopped. Shocked that I had admitted to her how I felt. She smiled as she walked back to the door. I heard the familiar click of the lock as she turned the key. She walked over to me and sat down in front of me.
“I have locked the door, because I now have a confession to make. I am in love with you. I have not had such a feeling of excitement to see someone in a long time, but you have to know something. I am not as I seem. I was born with both sets of sexual organs. I have a penis and a vagina.”
I choked on a laugh. “Are you serious?” She nodded. “I have to tell you, because I would like this… (she pointed at us both in turn) to become something more than just you and me staring at each other across the desks. I would like to make it more…” she leaned in and kissed me with a passion that ignited my loins immediately.
When she broke the kiss, we both just sat staring at each other for what seemed like ages. I broke the silence. “Show me.” (I have to admit, I had always been a bit bi-curious, but was always too afraid to act upon it.) She looked at me with a gaze that begged “don’t judge me” and took off her top. “Stop.” I said as I stood up and walked toward her. She stopped with a confused look on her face. “Let me do it,” I said as I reached around her waist and undid the zip of her skirt. I let it fall and took a step back. She really was beautiful. I stepped forward again and gently kissed her as I felt for the clasp that held her bra in place. Her beautiful 36D breasts fell open as the bra dropped to the floor.
I gently took each breast in my hand and squeezed, feeling the weight of it and getting the nipples hard. I licked a tongue over each of her nipples and listened to her soft moans as she enjoyed the moment. I moved my hands to her hips and hooked my thumbs into the lining of her panties. She held my hands and pleadingly said “Are you sure?” I looked her in the eye, kissed her gingerly and started wiggling her out of her panties. As I knelt down to drop them to the floor, I came face to face with a cock that was slightly smaller than my own.
It was not or never. I stood up, and guided her to the empty desk in the corner of the office. I laid her down and pushed her legs open a bit. There I saw it. A rock hard cock and a gleaming, wet pussy. I put my hand on her cock and slowly stroked it. She moaned with pleasure.
I was hard as well, and wanted to play with her pussy, but I realised that I now had the opportunity to live out my fantasy as well. I raised her erect cock and hesitantly kissed the tip. She raised her head in shock and I just winked at her. I licked her cock, letting my tongue swirl around the head and then slowly I lowered my mouth over her cock. I sucked as if on a straw and let it slide deeper into my mouth until I felt it hit the back of my throat. I then let it go. I repeated the move a couple of times, trying to remember what I liked about Blowjobs. As the head of her cock came between my teeth, I lightly nibbled the tip before I let it go back down into my throat.
I felt two hands on either side of my head and looked up into the ecstatic face of my lover. She was enjoying every second of it. I inhaled her musky scent and realised that her pussy was yearning for attention. I slowly plopped her cock out of my mouth. I kissed the tip of her cock, then slowly kissed down the shaft of her cock to where her ballsack should have been. I knelt down on the ground and kissed her thighs. First one, then the next, paying close attention to Sharon’s little noises. As I moved closer to her pussy, I breathed over her clitoris. As my breath touched her precious pearl, she almost jumped with excitement.
I kissed down her thighs and down over her perineum, just slightly flicking my tongue over her asshole. When I realised she could not handle it anymore, I nuzzled closer and let my tongue start exploring the folds of her labia. As my tongue and lips parted hers, I tasted her wetness. The sweet nectar of her pussy juice was mesmerising. I loved her taste, and I loved to hear her moan with pleasure. (A by-note: our office was part of the old Sound-editing suites when this was still a recording studio, so all of the offices are sound-proof).
As I lapped at her pussy with my tongue, I made sure to pay attention to her cock, by stroking it while I licked. And so it went for a couple minutes. Stroke and lick, switch. Suck and finger, switch. Everytime I switched, Sharon would start moaning louder and louder. Shen she was ready to cum, I made sure that my mouth was over her cock. (I had made a promise to myself that I would make this “test” one to remember.) “Oh God, I am going to cum!” she yelled and I placed my mouth over her cock, my hand pumping away. She screamed with release and I felt shot after shot of her cum hitting the back of my mouth as I kept pumping away at her cock. I almost gagged as she shot the last of what felt like litres of cum into my mouth.
“Don’t swallow” she said. “Kiss me.” I did what she asked and kissed her. Her cum swirling around in our mouths as we shared her orgasm. I noticed tears streaming down her face when we broke the kiss, little strands of cum like molten sugar still hanging between our lips. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I asked afraid of her answer. “No,” she smiled. No-one has ever let me have an orgasm.” The men I had been with in the past usually just fucked me roughly and then left. Without me really enjoying the process. That was the first time I have really felt like a woman who is appreciated and paid attention to.
I placed my hands on either side of her face and kissed her tenderly. “I will treat you like that every day. She looked down at my straining bulge. “My turn,” she smiled as she undid my pants. She pulled my underpants over my erect cock and slowly started licking and sucking my cock. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as she took my whole erection into her mouth and sucked, her right hand skilfully playing with my balls, the other hand toying with her pussy.
I lay down on the desk. “I’m not finished with your pussy,” I said as I pulled her closer. She got on top of the table and positioned her wet pussy over my face. Her cock was still flaccid, but I licked in anyway. She gasped as I placed my mouth over her clit and stuck my nose into her snatch.
She continued to expertly suck away at my cock, tugging away at my erection every time she let go to get a breath. I felt her fingers probing my buttcrack and wiggled my legs apart more so that she could get into my crack a bit more.
I felt a bit awkward at her probing, but decided that I had just had a cock squirt in my mouth, I might as well give up lying to myself and accept that I might want a cock up my ass as well. Her breathing shallowed and she ground her pussy more and more into my face. I felt her fingers rub against my asshole and realised the tightening effect it had on my balls, almost willing me into an orgasm. “I’m gonna cum,” I gasped as I realised what was happening. “Me too” was all she could get out before she let go a primal scream of pleasure. The geyser that was opened onto my face was immense as she literally poured her cum onto my face. I gasped, trying to breathe through the gushing juices. Just as she subsided, I let go a loud groan as she pushed a finger into my ass and I reached the point of no return, and let go stream after stream of cum into her mouth. I bucked my hips forward as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my entire life. To say that I was in amazement would be an understatement.
Sharon turned around and looked at me with a smile. A question burning in her eyes. I pulled her closer and kissed her. Her pussy juice and my cum mingling in our mouths as we kissed passionately. She lay down on top of me and we just kissed. We lay in each other’s arms for about an hour before we both realised that we were still at work. We quickly dressed and then Sharon slipped out of the office to get cleaned up.
That was six months ago. After that we had sex once more (Another story for another time perhaps), but we generally tried to behave. I did kiss her a lot, and when we were alone, we would talk for hours.
People started realising that something was up, but no one really asked about it. I initiated divorce proceedings yesterday. I have made provisions that James will be taken care of financially for the rest of his life, but I cannot live with someone that I do not love. I love Sharon. I have already spoken to a lawyer and if Abigail gives me any shit, I’ll take James, and she can have the alimony. My son is the best thing that came out of this marriage, and Sharon has already met him, and they get on like wildfire.
