Sexually Inadequate Hubby: Small Penis: The Loneliness

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Sexually Inadequate Husband 10: The Loneliness

As Luke approached the front door, the hollow feeling in his stomach dropped, sweat broke out on his brow, and he hyperventilated. He stopped and forced his breathing to slow. His penis hung limply and his blue balls ached. It’s way too late now Luke, he told himself. It’s going to happen, whatever the result. Regaining control, he took the last two steps and opened the door.

“Come in, Darren.” It came out as a croak. Luke saw a tall, fair muscular man. Upon looking at Darren’s face he thought, I’m better looking than him. This gave him enough confidence to force a smile. Darren wore a light brown suit and brightly polished black shoes.

Darren looked him straight in the eye and smiled back. “Hello, Luke.”

Luke met his eyes and said, “Julie’s upstairs finishing her makeup. She’ll be down in a moment.”

“Good.”

To Luke, Darren’s gaze did not convey any of the feelings he feared: scorn, pity, contempt. Instead it was a frank, man-to-man gaze. If anything, Darren projected a degree of understanding. “Come on and have a seat while we wait.”

“Thanks.” Darren sat on the couch and Luke sat in one of the chairs nearby. “Luke, this is going to be tough for you in a way I can’t fully imagine. I’ve been doing this for a couple of years and have not had an emotional entanglement yet. I know it’s not much, but it is true.”

Luke gulped. “Thank you for that.” What was I supposed to say? That’s him, trying to be nice. His eyes fell on an envelope on the coffee table. He took a deep breath, licked his lips, and handed the envelope to Darren. “Here’s for your night out. Whatever else I feel, I do hope you and Julie have a wonderful time.”

“Thank you. I try my best to make the experience work for everyone.”

Julie, resplendent in her eye-catching dress, started down the stairs rapidly. “Oh, Darren, I’m sorry I kept you waiting.”

Luke and Darren stood. Julie and Darren strode to each other as he began, “You are stupendous…” She rushed to him and hugged and kissed passionately.

The moment Luke saw Julie in Darren’s arms, her lips kissing him with such ardor, he erected strongly and his knees buckled. He braced himself on the arm of the chair, unable to take his eyes away from the spectacle. Regaining equilibrium, he adjusted his cock in his pants.

Julie ended the kiss, and walked over to Luke. “Luke, Darren and I will use our bedroom tonight. You may stay in the house as long as you wish or go elsewhere. If you choose to stay, please be in a different part of the house when we return. If you choose to leave at any time, please come back in the morning. I’ll text you when I’d like you to bring all three of us a light breakfast.” She paused. “Oh, I almost forgot.” “You have permission to masturbate as much as you wish, dear. But remember, no ejaculation. If you feel you’re about to lose control, reduce your erection in some other way and put on your chastity.” She reached in her clutch and handed him the humiliating plastic device. “If you need to use it, I’ll take it off for you when you come in with breakfast.”

She hugged him and looked him deep in his eyes. “Luke, I love you deeply. From the bottom of my heart I thank you for going along. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t think it would be good for us both in the long run.” With that she kissed him hard.

Luke clung to her, tears filling his eyes. He blinked them back and released her. He managed to sound natural as he said, “Have a wonderful time, dear.” He opened the front door for them.

Darren crooked his elbow and escorted her out, closing the door behind him. Neither looked back.

Luke stared at the door, breathing deeply. Finally, he shook his head and turned away. He sat in the armchair, staring off into space. He turned on the TV, but nothing, not even a ballgame between two division leaders, held interest. He went down to the basement and rather mindlessly straightened up the already neat workshop. He sat in the chair where he spent many happy hours playing with himself. I feel bleak, helpless, he told himself. Part of me wishes they’d have an argument and separate, and the rest of me feels eager for them to come back and get it over with.

The image of his beloved Julie rushing to the arms of another man and kissing him so passionately filled his mind insistently. His gut wrenched even as his penis stirred and grew. He let his pants down and slowly petted his cock with his fingertips. His balls throbbed. His gentle treatment of his shaft and head paid off in a full-blown, throbbing erection. He wrapped his hand around it and gave his usual two finger stroke. He heard a car on the driveway and instantly wilted. He stood up and pulled his clothes together as the front door opened. They’d been gone less than an hour. No fancy dinner for them, he thought. A quick drink and a rush to the sack.

He stood still, listening, barely breathing. He heard brief speeches and subdued laughter, but made out no words. Julie’s footsteps overhead went to the wet bar and he heard the pair ascend the stairs. Irresolute, he remained standing for several minutes. Then he slowly went up the stairs, cautiously opening the door. No sounds emerged from upstairs.

Luke crept to the living room and sat in his favorite chair, shaking his head. You’d think they’d get started already after all this buildup, he said to himself. Waiting is tough. Go ahead and fuck her already, you bastard. He took a deep breath. I told myself I’d be cooperative, so I gotta watch my attitude.

The thundering silence from above stretched out.

Luke stood and looked at the top of the stairs. He trudged up, carefully stepping next to the wall to minimize any sound. Eyes wide open, breathing through his mouth, he stood before his bedroom door. Julie’s going to fuck this other guy any minute now, he tormented himself. He pictured Julie on her back knees up in the air with Darren between her thighs humping away, kissing her, kneading her breasts with his hands. He winced as though punched in the stomach, but his penis erected anew. He rubbed it. His balls throbbed.

He marveled that he heard nothing. He considered putting his ear to the door, but thought that was invasive. Might rattle the door, he thought. Hark!

“It’s magnificent,” Julie enthused, her words barely audible. Darren’s reply came through as an indecipherable rumble. Luke sighed. At least she’s not disappointed, he thought.

The silence resumed for several minutes before Luke heard Darren moaning in pleasure. Grimacing, Luke thought, she’s sucking that big thing. Darren’s moans came louder and faster. Luke imagined Julie’s head bobbing back and forth on a cock which she couldn’t fully accommodate. His hands sought his cock again. He undid his pants. Luke pumped himself even as he wondered how he could feel so aroused.

Darren’s moans ran into each other. Luke heard him gasp, “Stop or I’ll cum!” For a few moments, all he heard was indistinct speech. The bed creaked a few times without the telltale rhythm of fucking. Luke held his penis, occasionally squeezing it.

Julie’s moans told Luke Darren was exploring his wife’s voluptuous body. As he imagined the Alpha enjoying his wife, anger seethed within him. His exhalations sounded so loud, he thought he might disturb the lovers. Soon, Julie’s loud moans and gasps obviated that danger. He heard her cry, “Oh, Darren, eat me! I’m gonna cum!” An instant later she screamed.

Luke bit his lip. He wanted to scream, “No!” Instead his penis throbbed and his blue balls ached. Julie’s orgasm lasted long enough that he stroked himself again. When she stopped screaming, indistinct rumbles came through the door.

Another agonizing pause, during which Luke grimaced in anticipation.

His bed, his defiled bed, creaked. After another pause, Another creak. Pause. Creak.

Julie’s voice, indistinct but with an importunate tone. An indistinct response from Darren followed.

This cycle repeated itself several times, with Julie sounding more insistent, more desperate each time. Finally she screamed out, “Oh, Darren, fuck me! Fuck me hard! I need it so bad!”

More silence…

…”YAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAWWWWWOOOOO!!!!!!!”

Luke never heard such a loud, prolonged feminine scream. Not from Julie, not from porn stars, not even from frightened girls in B movies. When she gasped for breath, he heard rapid, strong bed squeaks. He stared at the door, eyes wide, mouth open. With little respite, gasps snatched between screams, Julie’s ecstasy went on and on.

Luke collapsed to the floor. He lay there a moment, covering his ears. He started to crawl towards the stairs, then forced himself to stand. He staggered to the top of the stairs and put both hands on the banister as he descended. His entire body shook. Downstairs, he could not sit still but paced the floor, shaking his head. “Why, why can’t I do this for her?” Tears filled his eyes.

Upstairs, deeper bellows merged with Julie’s screams. Together, they reached a long, noisy peak. By the end, Julie became articulate. “Oh, I never felt so wonderful in all my life! What a terrific cock! What a fantastick fuck, Darren!”

A few more bed squeaks, then silence above.

Luke, breathing hard, stopped pacing and collapsed into his chair, limp. Open mouthed, he stared off into space, aware only of his sexual inferiority. Julie will leave me, he told himself. I’ll lose that wonderful, beautiful woman all because of my tiny cock. Hate my dick. What a useless dangle. His head hung. Self-loathing nearly overcame him.

After some minutes, he set his jaw. I’m not giving up without a fight, he told himself. She’s had her fun, I’ll refuse to let her do it again. Gotta be a mutual decision, ha? I’ll show you mutual. He sat in the chair brooding for several minutes, ignoring the prolonged silence from above.

Muffled, indistinct sounds drifted through the door. At first staccato, they settled into a rhythm. Luke gazed upstairs suspiciously. Curiosity overcame fear and he crept upstairs once again. Right!. From behind the door came the unmistakable sounds of a spanking. Smack! “00H!” Smack! “00H!” Smack! “00H!” Smack! “00H!” Smack! “00WW!”

Luke ground his teeth and wrung his hands. After one fuck, one lousy fuck, she lets him do something she’s refused me for years, he raged. When he finally leaves, I’ll teach her a lesson.

Subtly, the sounds changed. The blows fell neither as loud nor as fast. Julie’s gasps took on a new timber. They didn’t reflect pain.

“Oh! Oh! Darren… Wow, I never… Oh! Omigod, I’m cumming!” She moaned as Darren’s spanks sent her over the top. “Oh, Darren, I came! From a spanking! I love spanking Luke but I never knew it would feel so good to be spanked.”

“We’re not done yet, Julie. Get ready for doggie.” A few bed squeaks and the age-old rhythm of fucking resumed, this time punctuated by slaps. Darren didn’t hold back but swiftly accelerated the pace. “Spanking and fucking! Spanking and fucking! I love it! And your beautiful ass! You’re the best, Julie!”

Luke swung his leg back to kick in the door. He bit his lip to regain control. He fled down the stairs, not caring if he made noise. He ran out of the house. A quick block later, he realized he hadn’t even locked the door. “Fuck it,” he muttered. “Let them deal with any creep who breaks in.” Shaking his head, he walked rapidly through the neighborhood. He flailed the air uselessly with his arms, punched one hand with the other. As his immediate rage cooled, his gait slowed. He took a deep breath. I’m not ready to go back, so I’ll go to a bar, but I won’t get drunk.

Luke passed by the local brewpub, favoring a quiet bar some distance away. On this Friday night, patrons occupied all tables. He perched on a stool by the bar and ordered a beer. He sipped it slowly. For a time he stared at the counter or the glittering bottles on display, sometimes lightly pounding his fist on the table. Taking a long pull at his stein, pushed it to the far side of the of the bar and rested his head on his forearms.

The bartender stopped by and asked, “You okay, buddy?”

Luke raised his head and met his eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay, just morose.”

“Ain’t we all?” the barkeep said as he moved on.

Luke stared bleakly around the room, glad he recognized no one. He sighed, sipped his beer. I promised Julie I’d do everything I could to make this work. The sexual pleasure part of it sure as hell worked. For that matter, at times I wanted it to work. What was I thinking? Actually, I focused on her pleasure, not my fears. I’m in no shape to bring them breakfast in bed now. If I’m going to follow through and try to be supportive, I gotta figure out some way to put my pain and fears aside.

Cautiously, he mentally replayed Julie’s ecstatic screams. He imagined her face, mouth wide open, eyes rolled back. Darren was no part of his visualization, only Julie. We wanted it to be her best sexual time, and it was. I’m hurt, I’m humiliated, embarrassed. But even now, a tiny part of me is happy for Julie. I’ll try to focus on that. He finished his beer and ordered another pint. Julie’s probably getting fucked again now, he thought. Since she’s doing it, I want it to be great for her — which doesn’t seem to be a problem. To his surprise, his penis stirred in his pants. He surreptitiously adjusted and patted it. He remembered Julie coming into Darren’s arms, their hot kiss, then Julie thanking him, her husband, for cooperating with her night of hot sex. He took another deep breath, recalling Julie’s excitement. His cock twitched. He rubbed it again, feeling foolish. Horny or no, I shouldn’t be rubbing my dick in public, he told himself. I gotta distract myself.

He went to an unused pool table, racked, broke and practiced. He shot like an automaton, not caring how well he did. He told himself, with variations, that Julie deserved the best sex she could get, and that he, despite his emotional pain, showed understanding and humility to go along with her.

A man asked Luke if he wanted to play a game, but Luke declined, saying. “Sorry, normally I would. But I’m thinking something through.”

The guy met Luke’s gaze and appeared taken aback. “You look like you need to. I hope it works out, whatever it is.” He left. Thereafter, Luke was undisturbed. As he played, the erotic excitement he felt in the build-up to his cuckolding, combined with his memory of Julie’s screams of pleasure, kept him aroused.

When the bartender announced last call, Luke asked for a double Scotch on the rocks.

“I know you haven’t been drinking much, but I don’t like a big shot like that as one for the road,” objected the bartender.

“I don’t either, but I walked.”

“Okay, drink up.” He poured Luke a generous double.

Luke sipped his drink as the last patrons left and the bartender began keep cleaning up. Swallowing the last of his drink, Luke left, the last customer of the night.

As Luke approached his house, he scanned the windows for light. Perhaps Julie and Darren had discovered his absence and moved out of the bedroom. Fat chance. All was as he left it. He walked in quietly, poured himself another stiff drink to speed sleep, then tiptoed upstairs, glad he wasn’t tipsy.

Luke stared at his bedroom door, recalling Julie’s screams once again. He erected strongly. He fondled himself for several minutes, imagining Julie sucking a huge cock. He went to the guest bedroom and stripped, removing his cock cage from his pocket and putting it on the bedside table. He rested his back against the headboard, sipped his drink and played with his penis. He reached his first edge and held it, savoring his self-control. Julie taught me this, he fondly recalled as he resumed full strokes.

From the hall came the sound of a few bed squeaks which swiftly developed a rhythm. Julie’s screams filled the air.

Instantly, Luke reached a very strong edge. Julie’s pleasure exacerbated his own. “Gack, gack,” he gargled. He forced himself to slow down, though he edged again and again as the fucking continued. After a particularly long, loud scream from Julie, Luke felt an irresistible surge of cum in his shaft. Desperately, he used both hands, one at the base, one at the tip, to ruin his orgasm. He held on, barely aware of Julie’s cries. A few deep breaths and that crisis passed.

Whew! That was as close as I’ve ever come. He gasped in relief, swung his legs from the bed, and stood. His hand swept up the chastity as he staggered, blue balls aching, to the small adjoining washroom. Alternating streams of cold and hot water quickly shriveled his penis. I won’t last another edge like that, so away you go, you little thing. As Luke fitted his tiny penis into its cage, Darren’s base bellows joined Julie’s screams as the new lovers came together.

Shaking his head at the irony, Luke made his way back to the bed as the pair’s wordless vocalizations subsided. Luke lay on his back as he usually did when wearing his cage. He took several deep breaths and a big sip from the drink. He closed his eyes.

Sometime later, renewed screams awakened him, but lasted much less time before they were joined by Darren’s grunts. Luke’s cock strained helplessly at the restraining plastic. Silence returned, and Luke drifted back to sleep as his penis retracted.

Darren’s morning encore, evinced by Julie’s cries, awakened Luke. Light streamed in the window. Uselessly, Luke’s cock swelled and his balls ached anew. I can’t play with myself, so I might as well get breakfast ready. He dressed and stole quietly downstairs. Julie’s screams stopped, followed soon after by Darren’s groans. I guess Julie’s eating her morning sausage, thought Luke. To his surprise, he felt neither a stab nor a swelling.

He made coffee, poured juice, cut fruit and prepared bowls of yogurt. Service for three filled the tray, but he managed to balance three scones on one side.

Upstairs, Julie’s screams resumed, this time joined quickly by Darren’s final bellow.

15 minutes later, Luke’s phone buzzed. Breakfast, please.

Cumming right up.

Carefully, he carried the tray upstairs. He paused before the door, breathing deeply to avoid hyperventilation. His balls ached and his cock pressed against its confines. Breathing under control, he balanced the tray against the wall as he turned the knob. Plastering on his best smile, he pushed the door open, and entered.