My wife and I have been married for 25 years and we seem to have hit a bit of a stale spot in the bedroom. We have never been very active sexually, due in large part to my own inadequacies in both size and stamina. I’m not very big at all and I’ve never really been able to last very long when having sex but now that I’m nearing fifty years old, I’m much worse off than ever.
I’ve had some medical issues which make it nearly impossible to get hard at all. Even enhancement drugs don’t help and I’m embarrassed by how useless I’ve become to her in the bedroom. She says all the right things to make me feel better but I can see how discouraged she is each time we try. It’s now to the point where she doesn’t even care if we make love at all. She says she’s fine doing without sex but I know that’s not the case. I can feel her frustration.
My wife is the love of my life and I would do anything to make her happy. She has kept her body in decent shape over the years and definitely turns heads everywhere we go. The women she works with tell me all the time about the men who comment on my wife’s body as they walk down the street. My Beth is a very large breasted woman and has a big round ass that in combination give her some amazing curves. She definitely looks like a 1950’s pinup model.
She has always been embarrassed to tell me her actual bra size but I took a look at the tag on one of them and it read 44DDD. Yes, she has massive tits. I can’t say they stand out straight these days after two kids and her being in her mid-forties but when she’s wearing a bra they look incredible. Even without a bra, the fact that they sag only adds to their overall size and girth. Trust me, you would love to play with them.
One night after another particularly disappointing evening in the bedroom I couldn’t take the look in her eye any longer. I pleaded with her to let us try using toys. I wanted to buy a vibrator so that I could make her cum finally. She was, of course, embarrassed by the notion, being a good Catholic girl but I kept badgering her until she relented. She agreed to try something new in order to spice things up. I told her I would go to one of those adult bookstores and buy one but she said we should do that together. She wanted us to move into this next step together. I agreed and was quite excited by the prospect of finally making her happy.
So, the following weekend we drove out of town to an adult bookstore that I’d passed every day on my way to work and went in to explore. There were at least twelve men wandering around the store and every one of them made no attempt to hide the fact that they were staring at my wife. The pure lust being exhibited in that place was palpable. I was proud of the attention she garnered and smiled at the way they all looked at her. I could see the attention wasn’t lost on her either. She was shyly glancing around at the men and almost basking in their lustful stares.
She whispered to me, “Is it just me or am I being looked over?”
To which I replied, “Oh, you are not imagining things, they all want you.”
She was almost giddy with the excitement of so many men wanting her, so she took her time wandering around the store. I tried to stay with her but several men soon crowded around her and began talking to her about her reason for coming in today. It wasn’t long before I found myself on the outside of a ring of horny men who were brushing up against my wife and trying to slyly grope a feel or two. I was frightened for her and was about to intervene when I noticed the look on her face. She was thrilled. My lovely, conservative, vanilla wife was enjoying the attention of these bookstore perverts.
I overheard one of the men ask Beth if she knew what went on in the back rooms and panic set in immediately.
I heard her giggle and tell him, “No, what happens in those dark rooms?”
The man leaned in and whispered in her ear.
I don’t know what he said but her eyes grew wide and she blushed before laughing and saying, “Really? That sounds so naughty. Can I take a look?”
He smiled and said, “Of course you can sweetie, follow me.”
He took her hand and began to lead her to the back rooms when I stepped forward and said in a shamefully timid voice, “Um, dear maybe we should go.”
“Nonsense,” the man said. “The lady just wants a look at the wild side. You don’t want to cause her any trouble do you, little man?”
I know I should have been more assertive. I should have stood up to him. I should have been strong for myself and for my wife but instead, I looked up at this large man and said, “No. No, of course, I don’t want any trouble.”
The man laughed at me and at that moment I thought my humiliation could never get any worse. That is until I looked at my wife’s face. Her expression was one of pure disgust. She looked at me as though I were a bug she’d found in the shower. She was seeing me in a different light in that one fleeting instant. I was no longer a man in her eyes. I saw that all in the one brief look she allowed me before I lowered my eyes and moved to the side.
What else could I do? There were a dozen men crowded around us and the man who held my wife’s hand was enormous. He stood at least six foot three and easily towered over my five foot six frame. He had broad shoulders and rippling muscles that were made obvious by his too tight shirt. He had a full face of scruff that made my clean shaven face seem almost wimpy in comparison. He had the look of a man who worked outside with a full bronze tan and windswept black hair. Next to him, I looked every bit the wimpy office worker I was.
In the time it took me to take in his appearance he had maneuvered himself between me and Beth and was escorting her away from me. I tried to follow but the other men moved in and as if by accident formed a wall between us. It was as if the whole thing was choreographed to keep me in my place.
I started to protest but my wife said over her shoulder, “I’ll be right back honey, just make yourself useful and find me a good size dildo.”
The men all laughed at this and before the humiliation could set in fully, she was gone.
It was terrible. I stood there in the store with the cadre of strangers looking at me with a mixture of disgust and amusement. I made several attempts to follow my wife and the large handsome stranger but the men in front of me made it clear in nonverbal ways that there was no way I was leaving the main room. Rather than humiliate myself further in my attempt to follow, I decided to browse the store as my wife had, well, commanded. That’s what it was, after all, a command.
I looked over the assortment of vibrating dildos in a most distracted manner. I kept looking at the doorway through which the man had led my wife. After what seemed like hours, I finally decided on a mid-sized toy which seemed appropriate. Keeping my eyes on the back doorway, I made my way to the front counter and paid for my purchase. The men in the store watched me and laughed among themselves while I tried desperately not to let my true feelings show.
For the first time in years, I felt as though I could cry. What seemed like hours turned out to be closer to forty minutes and eventually, my wife and the large stranger came out of the back room. She was smiling and glancing at the man with a look of pure adoration. It was awful. I’d never felt so helpless and alone.
The man took her hand and turned her toward him saying, “I’d love to show you around again Beth, come back anytime.”
My wife looked up into his eyes and said, “Oh, I will. Now that I know what’s back there just try to keep me away.”
With what seemed like an afterthought she looked my way and said, “Ok, let’s go. I hope you got what I need.”
I mumbled a reply that sounded like, “Yes, dear,” and keeping my eyes on the floor started walking toward the door.
My wife said goodbye to her new friend and followed me out. I almost ran to the car and jumped in starting the engine before I was even seated.
Before I got a chance to put the car in reverse my wife said, “Wait, honey, don’t you want to know what happened back there?”
I told her of course I did but it could wait till we got home.
She laughed and said, “No, I think I’d like to tell you now. In fact, Brad insisted I tell you before we leave.”
So that was his name. Brad. I now had a name to put to that bastard’s face. My wife smiled the most evil smile I’ve ever seen and told me to turn off the engine. I don’t know why but I instantly obeyed. In the silence that followed, I felt more frightened than I ever have. I waited patiently for her to continue but noticed that she was not looking at me, rather she was looking back at the door to the bookstore. I turned to follow her gaze and saw the man, Brad, standing in the doorway watching us.
Without looking at me my wife began to talk. “Well, sweetie, Brad took me back to the video booths. Do you have any idea what happens back there? Don’t bother answering, I’ll tell you. It seems men go in there to enjoy the glory holes. It seems there are holes in the walls between the video booths and men stick their cocks through those holes in order to get sucked off. Isn’t that amazing?”
I was shocked. My wife. My partner. The mother of my children just used the word cock for what I think was the first time in her life. I was shaking with fear and embarrassment when she continued to spin her tale.
“Brad told me it was rare for a woman to come into this place and he was thrilled to see me the second I walked in the door. At first, I thought Brad was one of the men who allowed other men to suck him or worse he was a cocksucker himself but do you know who Brad is honey? He’s the owner. So going into those rooms is not something he ever does."
She continued, "But he told me he was thrilled to show me the inner workings of his business. Anyway he asked me to sit in one of the booths and he put some tokens into the machine and a porn movie started playing right in front of me. He then left my booth and moved into the one right next to me. Can you guess what happened next?”
I had tears in my eyes at this point and could barely speak. My wife could see the discomfort she was causing me and began to laugh. She continued her story while watching Brad as he stood smoking a cigarette in the doorway of his bookstore. He was smiling at her knowing exactly what was being said in my car.
As Beth continued I noticed her right hand had moved between her legs and she was slowly rubbing her pussy through her jeans. I then began to notice the smell. My wife was aroused and I was smelling her pussy as her juices began to flow.
“So, it wasn’t long before I noticed something moving through the hole in the wall,” she continued. “It seems Brad was sliding his cock through the hole toward me. Oh my god, honey, it was huge! I mean I know I’ve always told you yours was fine but damn, his cock is enormous!”
I actually sobbed at this statement.