A little about myself before I start the story. A trim 35 year old man that would probably be diagnosed as a sex and porn addict. As long as I can remember, I’ve been extremely sexual. Starring at cleavage and tight pants, led to porn mags and the occasional video, led to the internet. Once the internet exploded, so did my sexual fantasies. Shemale porn, and perfect cock coming through a glory hole opened up my bisexual side, but it is something that I always kept hidden. I only dated women, eventually marrying a beautiful woman that I love dearly.

My porn habit persisted, though, and eventually I found cuckold porn. I couldn’t get enough. To imagine my beautiful wife Jaime with a bigger better lover was such a turn on. I had developed a case of premature ejaculation, and would cum within seconds of entering her, so I knew she needed a release. Very hesitantly, I set out to bring up the subject to her.

That night, I initiated sex with her and when we got down onto the bed I went down on her, eating her beautiful pussy until she was ready to be fucked. As she always did, she pulled me up gasping out “I need to be …” She never finished it. God, I would love to hear her say she needs to be fucked. I got between her legs and slid my dick balls deep to an enthusiastic moan. That’s when it started. I pulled back and knew I wasn’t going to last long. I started pounding hard, and after two or three pumps I came.

“I’m Sorry.” I said embarrassed.

“Did you cum?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” She said. “It’s been a while.” Even though we both knew that it happened every time. I rolled off of her, and took her in my arms rubbing her body. Playing with her nipples down to her pussy. She pulled my hand up to her stomach. “That’s ok. I’m good.” We laid there for a while spooning, in silence, until I blurted out,

“You could have sex with another man if you want.”

“What!?” Jaime said, turning the top half of her body to me.

I repeated myself, “You can have sex with someone else if you want. I’m not sure why I can’t last, but it’s unfair that you don’t get to have fun during sex.”

“I have fun.” She turned the rest of her body, so we were laying face to face. “Wait, do you just want to have sex with someone else?”

“No this isn’t about me. I cum every time. This would just be you getting pleasured.” My hardon started to come back. “Someone that could last long enough to make you cum. But only sex. You can’t fall in love.”

“I only love you, and only want to have sex with you.” She kissed me and turned back around, bringing my hand back to her stomach and scooted back into the spooning position, finding my rock hard cock with her soft ass.

“Mmm.” Jaime moaned as she lifted her leg and guided my cock into her cunt and pushed back on me. I laid there as she fucked my cock. Slowly at first, but eventually slamming back into me. I didn’t dare touch her, lest I over stimulate myself. She grabbed my left hand and brought it to her tit, as she slammed into me, and I lost it, spraying her insides with a second load. She didn’t stop though, and surprisingly, my dick didn’t deflate. I kept thinking about her fucking a real man, as she moaned on my cock. And then for the first time in a long time she came on my cock. Very soon after, she got up and went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

While that may have secured her that she could be satisfied with me, it only affirmed to me that I needed to see her fucked by a real man. I figured I needed to try again, or I’d go crazy. I started out on a second plan to bring it up.

In what felt like a lifetime ago, when I used to last, Jaime like to be fucked hard from behind, talked rough to, and grabbed and groped hard. Basically rough sex, but not too rough, and not totally explicit with the language. After a couple of drinks and a movie on the couch that had a sex scene right up her alley, I surprised her in the hall, grabbing her hands and forcing them against the wall.

“You want to be fucked like that.” I said pushing my hard cock against her ass, only the thin fabric of our comfy pants separating us.

“Oh! Like what.” She said, surprised and actually turned on. She let a loud, but short moan escape her lips when my hand went to her tit with my fingers pinching her right nipple through her shirt.

“Like that slut on tv.” I said into her ear, pushing the limits of the dirty talk she liked. “Fucked in the hallway by a man she barely knew.” She moaned again and pushed her ass back into my extremely hard dick. My left hand moved down to her corresponding breast and started on that nipple, while my right hand moved lower to her pussy. She was wetter than I’ve ever felt her.

I pulled her shirt up over her breasts, and face, but not the neckline, so it was inside out, covering her face and arms that were still up against the wall. She moved to remove it the rest of the way.

“Leave it.” I said sternly in her ear, ripping her pants down. I heard a moan, deeper than I’ve ever heard from her. I pulled down my pants, pulled her hips back and spread her legs farther with my knee. I pushed the small of her back down, tilting her sopping cunt towards me. I grabbed her hips and thrust in eliciting a moan from my wife.

“Yes!” It was one thrust, but it all had been so exciting and when she moaned the word yes, I could feel my orgasm coming, and fast. My only thought was to give it to her as hard and as fast as I could before I came. And I did. I was a stud for like four thrusts. An “Oh” on every thrust, but I came at the end of that fourth thrust. And then I heard a sigh. I knew she was disapointed.

“I’m sorry.” I saw her shoulders drop, and start to replace her shirt, mumbling something. I saw my cum dribbling out of her pussy as she bent over to pick up her pants. “I really think you should find someone else to fuck.”

“I don’t want to fuck anyone else!” She snapped at me. “I just… I just… ugh.” And she turned and went up stairs. My sick mind not able to process, because I was lusting after her ass.”

When I snapped out of it, I went upstairs and found the door shut. I knocked and asked if she was ok.”

“Yeah.” She said through the door. “Sorry. Can you just sleep in the guest room tonight, I just want to lie alone right now.”

“Ok. I love you.”

“I love you too.”