I tried, I really did, but I was tired, my drive was depleted, my heart wasn’t in it. I gave her as much as I had left, but it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t summon the energy I needed to push her over the edge.

Sam peered at me over her mound and said, “It’s not happening for me Nate, what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I’m losing steam here, and in spite of badly wanting to give you the orgasm you told me you wanted, I just can’t seem to push through to it.”

“I see,” she said, “I understand of course, I mean, you’re obviously tired. That doesn’t alter the fact you promised me you would be ready for tonight. That means two more Fails for you which brings your total to 3. To say I’m disappointed would be an understatement.”

Puzzled, I said, “What is this ‘Fail’ count? You’ve mentioned it before, but I thought it was just a euphemism.”

Sam gave me a scornful look. “Oh no, this is far from a euphemism; there are real consequences to your failures in regards to my desires. In this case since you have accumulated three, you are cut off from sex for 8 days. That means no sex on Tuesday and no masturbating, but I will still require you to give me oral sex on demand.”

I was shocked. “But Sam,” I protested, “I tried my very best to satisfy you every time, I can’t help my physical limitations.”

Sam shook her head. “Nate, you agreed to satisfy my desires, you were even excited about it. When it came down to it, though, you couldn’t deliver. I know you didn’t forget, I gave you ample opportunity and time, but deep down you didn’t take it seriously. Now you will deal with the consequences, and hopefully think about what needs to change to prevent more Fails. If, however, you Fail again the consequences will double in severity.”

“Think very carefully about this.” Sam pulled the bed covers over her, turned her back to me and went to sleep.

Sam demanded oral sex on Sunday and Tuesday. I was so horny by Tuesday night I tried to initiate sex with her. I was rebuffed, with a warning that such behaviour would result in another Fail if it continued.

Wednesday and Thursday it snowed heavily, so by the time I had cleared our long rural driveway, courtyard, and pathways four times over I was beat and we went to bed early both nights.

On Friday Sam demanded oral again and on Saturday she went into town for the shopping she missed the previous days. When she returned home, I helped her carry in and shelve her new purchases, as usual. I was placing the last few items when I heard her call me from the living room. She was naked in place on her chair when I rounded the corner, so I quickly stripped and knelt in front of her.

I started to lean into her pussy when she stopped me with a hand to my forehead and said, “Fuck me first, I want you to finish what you started over a week ago. You should be more than ready and have a good load of cum to fill me up with.”

I could see she was more than ready, copious amounts of her juices were coating her pussy lips. I stood up, leaned over her and holding my cock in position I pushed all the way into her in one motion.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned as I bottomed out “That feels so good, fuck me hard baby, make your wife cum like a slut.”

I did just that, hammering away at her with gusto. In no time we both peaked noisily, Sam’s pussy clenching me as I unloaded inside her. Sam looked at me sultrily, “ You know what’s next, baby, finish me off in style.”

I resumed my position on my knees in front of her. Leaning in to smell her arousal and the heady aroma of our mingled juices, I began to lick the mix from her pussy. Cleaning the last from her honey pot, I proceeded to push her to her peak. Using my mouth and tongue I pushed her over the top, collecting the resultant juices flowing out of her in my mouth.

“You did good, babe,” Sam said afterwards, “keep it up.”

Sam demanded oral on Monday, then let me know she wanted the full trifecta again on Tuesday night. I felt I was ready this time.

Tuesday evening we had a nice dinner with a bottle of wine, then made a move for the bedroom, helping each other remove clothes as we went. Sam lay sideways on the bed with her pussy presented to me for oral. I knelt before her as usual leaned in and inhaled the musky scent of her needy pussy. I parted her lips with my tongue and made one long lick from her honey pot to her clit. Suddenly I heard her scream, as she was suddenly squirming away from me with her hand covering her pussy.

Sam yelled at me,“You bastard, you haven’t shaved! Jesus Christ, that hurt! That’s Fail #4 bucko; no sex or masturbating for you for 8 days. AND you can fuck off to the spare room until your time is finished!”

I recoiled in horror as my hand went to my face, discovering the truth to her words. How could I be so stupid as to forget! I cursed myself over and over, but to no avail. What was done was done.

Eight days of purgatory! The only ray of light being Sam’s horny libido as she still needed oral every couple of days. I made sure my performance was top notch. I apologized every day to deaf ears. Sam was not in a forgiving mood, and after I had brought her off with oral, pushed me away with her foot.

Five days passed by with little to no improvement. The next day, Monday, Sam called to me from the living room. When I went in she was in her chair prepared for oral. Very hesitantly I removed my clothes, stepped over to her and knelt, and looked up at her expectantly.

“Nate, I want you to fuck me, and make sure it’s a good fucking because I’m fed up with your continued failures.”

I fucked her exactly as she requested, both of us quite vocal when we peaked at the same time.

Sam sighed contentedly and said, “Thank you Nate, I needed that. In recollection, though, it seems I am suffering at the same time as you which pisses me off even further. Kneel down and listen to me. Look at my pussy. Do you see the cum smeared through my pubes? Do you see the glob of cum at the entrance to my cunt growing bigger as more cum pushes up behind it? Do you see how red and swollen my pussy is after I have had sex? Do you see how puffy my pussy lips are? I know you do, I can see it in your face.”

She continued, “How would you feel if the next time I come home after Wednesday shopping and I call you for oral, you find my pussy in this state. Only, you’ll know you weren’t the cause. You may also see red finger marks on my tits and ass, and my lips may be slightly swollen. You’ll know you were not the cause of that either. It will be because I have been with another man and had sex with him because I needed it so badly.”

My jaw dropped. “Surely you don’t mean that, Sam, it would kill me. Please don’t do that.”

“Funny you should say that Nate,” she said, “Because as I was talking about finger marks on my tits and ass and my swollen lips I saw your cock twitch. Was that an aberration or was it a response to what I was saying?”

“Let’s see now. You’re saying: the thought of another mans lips on mine. His hands on my tits and ass. His hands undressing me. My hands undressing him. His lips sucking on my nipples. My lips sucking his cock. His hands pulling my legs apart and his cock thrusting into me. My cries as I cum again and again on his cock. These things would cause you distress?”

“Why is it that now your cock is rock hard and pulsing? It completely belies your words.” She smirked as she pointedly looked down at my crotch. “I’m going to take that as permission, Nate. Not that I’ll need it if you Fail again. I’m not going to suppress my desires any more after this. You’re on notice, so you’d better figure out a way to get your shit together so you don’t ever Fail again. Don’t forget you still have 2 days left in this Fail period.”

Wednesday Sam left on her usual shopping excursion, so I started replacing a light fixture in the laundry room at the back of the house. It only took a short time and, as I was cleaning up after myself, I noticed the panties Sam had been wearing on Monday laying in the laundry basket.

I smiled to myself remembering the load I had left in her, so picked them up to look at them. Sure enough there was evidence of our combined fluids dried on the gusset. I lifted them to my nose smelling the residual odour left there. I almost immediately felt arousal and held the panties still to prolong the effect. Without realizing it I had started to stroke my cock, evincing a growing pleasurable sensation in my groin.

I was lost in the sensation when suddenly: “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Nate!?” Sam stalked into the room, clearly incensed. “Your time isn’t up yet, so what don’t you understand about ‘no masturbating’? Wasn’t I clear enough? No, scrap that, I was very clear, and you thought you could get away with it. You would have if I hadn’t forgotten the package I wanted to return.”

“You know what happens now: this is Fail #5 so your penalty period doubles from 8 days to 16. Absolutely no sex, no masturbating, AND you’re staying in the spare room! If you don’t start taking this seriously and figure out what you must do to never Fail again it will be the end of us. Shape up, Nate....and give me those!!” Sam snatched her panties away from me and stormed out the door.

“But....!” I started.

“Shut it!!” She yelled without even turning around.

“Holy Hell” I said to myself. “16 days, this is bullshit.” Then I thought of the next consequences if Sam considered me as having Failed again. I was in deep shit already, so no sense digging myself in any further. I realized she was holding all the cards and I would have to start ‘Shaping Up’, as she put it.

Hmmmm. She’s used that term before. Has she been giving me a clue all along but I was too dense to pick up on it? Let me see: This all kicked off when I couldn’t rise to the occasion’ to fuck her so she could watch me eat my cum from her pussy. Then again when I was too tired and my sex drive dropped off, so I couldn’t finish her.

I remembered us talking some time ago about the improvements in male libido and stamina which could be gained from exercise and strength training. At the time there seemed to be no point pursuing it because Sam was seldom able to have sex anyway, so I dismissed it. Fast forward to today when Sam had never given up on us and kept pursuing solutions until she found one. I could suddenly see why she might be upset, hurt even, when I would not take the initiative to keep up with her. Shit, I’ve been an asshole and almost thrown everything away!

Sam seemed to indicate it wasn’t quite too late, I hope I have time to redeem myself. There was a Planet Fitness a half hour from our place. I grabbed my old sports bag ,drove right there and registered as a member. I also booked a personal trainer for good measure. Fortuitously there had just been a cancellation for one of the trainers so I grabbed the spot to get started right away. A couple of hours later I returned home, happy that I had made a start to ‘Shaping Up’ for Sam, and for myself to be truthful about it.

Sam was late getting home which wasn’t altogether unusual so I made myself a bite to eat. On the occasions she was later shopping she would usually stop and eat before she got home. I finally saw her car pull into the driveway around 6 so went out for the routine of helping her bring in her purchases and shelving them. She seemed very quiet, which I put down to her still being angry with me. I decided to give her space and hoped she would calm down enough for us to talk later.

I was looking up dietary recommendations for strength training on our computer when I heard her call me from the living room. On rounding the corner to the living room I saw her ready for oral in her chair. I undressed as I approached, and knelt before her. The sight of her pussy made my blood run cold and my heart leap into my throat. Her pussy was smeared with cum, was red and swollen, and a glob of cum was being pushed out of her cunt by the pressure of the cum behind it. I looked up and saw red finger marks on her tits and on her hips.

Her face was stern. “Eat your wife’s pussy out, husband, and do a good job of it.” I hesitated and she lifted an eyebrow in warning. I leaned in, cleaning the matted hair of her pubes, then caught the glob of cum before it could leave her cunt. I pushed my tongue as deep inside her as I could to lick out all of the stranger’s cum. Then I used my mouth and tongue to bring her to orgasm, catching more of the cum as her cunt clenched. “Mmmmm, baby that was good, it was everything I had hoped for,” she breathed. “I see your cock approves of your wife’s behaviour. I thought so. I can see this is going to go well for me. But what’s wrong? You seem sad.”

Tears were running down my face at this point and I was choking back my despair. I got up, collected my clothes, and made my way to the spare room. The shame of my cock bobbing in front of me weighed me down even more. I locked the door behind me and collapsed on the bed.

I slept intermittently that night and woke well before Sam. I dressed and left the house, heading for the gym where I stayed and worked out most of the day, breaking only for lunch. I grabbed takeout on the way home, getting there before Sam again, and ate in the spare room. Exhausted from stress and the day-long workout I went to bed early and ignored the knocking at the door later that evening.

The next day was a repeat of the previous, except there was a note on the dining room table when I got home, which I threw in the garbage. I ignored the knocking on the locked door again that evening.

When I got up on Saturday morning Sam was seated in the kitchen with my car keys in her hand when I went in to get them.

“May I have my keys please?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay even.

Sam looked at me sternly. “No, you may not, not until you stop ghosting me. I will be calling for oral sex from you this afternoon as a condition of your Fails. If you’re not here it will be another Fail for you, with even worse conditions than before. I have been crystal clear with you so far Nate, you knew all the conditions and the consequences which went with them.”

Sam continued, “While I understand your reaction on Wednesday, I had explained in detail what could and would happen in the event of Fail#5 . YOU chose not to take me seriously enough. YOU did that...again, even after my warnings. I expect you to man up to your failures now. Take responsibility for them, and For God Sake take stock of how you got where you are, and do something about it.”

I was dumbfounded. Have I been that callous? Have I ignored her? Have I been avoiding taking responsibility for my actions? Have I been thinking through the consequences of my actions before acting? I thought back on my previous revelation on Wednesday evening, which precipitated my decision to join the gym. With that fresh perspective, I realized the answers to my questions were probably yes, yes, yes, and no. I slumped into the chair across the table from my wife.

“Sam, I’m sorry. I know that sounds trite at this point, but I understand what you’re saying. I need you to know, though, I’ve been thinking of how to work my out of this mess I’ve created. I joined the gym on Wednesday and have been there all day for the last two days. I’m going to get myself back into shape. My only request for you is to please schedule your requests for oral sex around my gym schedule. I’m going to do everything I can to get us back on the same page.”

I saw a flash of hope cross her features, then her face hardened again. “We’ll see,” she said, “The burden of proof is still on you and I’m going to see this Fail period through to the end, with all the conditions, as I told you I would. I’m encouraged by your decision to join the gym, and if you let me know your schedule I’ll work around it. I still love you, you know.”

“Thank you Sam. I’m going to hold on to that as the only ray of hope I have. I love you too, and I’m going to fix my mess. I’ve missed my morning session now but I have a weight training session from 1 to 3 this afternoon, then cardio. I shower afterwards so I expect I’ll be home by 4:30. I’ll post the rest of the month’s gym schedule on the fridge calendar for you.”

Sam rose, handed me my keys, and squeezed my hand. “I’ll see you after you get home then.”