Sexually Inadequate Hubby: Small Penis: The Decision

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Sexually Inadequate Hubby: Small Penis: The Decision
When Julie awakened, Luke was still fast asleep. She went to the washroom and climbed back into bed Luke’s only response was to roll over to the other side and pull the bedclothes over his head with a shrug, Julie got up quietly, put on a robe and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

As she finished, Luke came downstairs and greeted her with a kiss.

“You slept in. Unusual.”

“I had a hard time getting to sleep.”

Julie licked her lips nervously. “Any particular reason?”

“Why don’t we talk about it after breakfast? Did you shower?”

“No. You?”

“Okay, how about breakfast, shower, and talk?”

“Why not save time and shower together?”

“I’m pretty eager to have that discussion, Julie. If all goes well, we’ll want to make love afterwards.”

“Well, that’s a good plan, and I like the finish.”

After breakfast and showers, they sat with their backs to the picnic table facing the yard, under a shading umbrella. Both wore shorts and light shirts due to the heat.

“Another Saturday, another sexual inadequacy,” said Luke rather bitterly.

Julie said, “So this is about the cuckolding question, not something else.”

“It’s the cuckolding question, as you put it. I tossed and turned all night thinking maybe you want to do this.” He paused, gulped. “Do you?”

“I gotta confess, I have been thinking about it.”

“Thinking, not doing?”

“Of course. Luke, my love, we have two agreements. One, our vows. Two, we already agreed it won’t happen unless you approve. I haven’t met anyone, I don’t have any appointments, haven’t even looked at online bios. Reading, and online communications with people who’ve had positive experiences is all. Nothing different without telling you.”

“Positive cuckolding?”

“Oh, Luke, I know this is hard for you. Terribly hard. I love you so very much.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s another discussion we’re supposed to have. You tell me all the good things about me despite my small dick. Like that’s supposed to make it not matter.” He sat with his knees spread, elbows on his thighs and head hanging.

Julie took a deep breath. I never thought this would be easy, she thought she put her arm around his shoulders expecting him to reject her. Instead, he had no reaction at all. She kissed his cheek.

“Julie, I know you love me. I know I’m smart, make good money, don’t have bad habits, I’m pretty good-looking, you always tell me I’m emotionally available, funny and handy around the house. Neither of us wants kids, so we don’t have that conflict. Yet you want to jump in bed with some guy we don’t even know ‘cause he’s got a big dick.”

“Everything you said, Luke, is true, and you forgot to add ‘has become a much better lover in the last few weeks.’ Those wonderful qualities would sound better if you said them more upbeat. They’re all true and they don’t sum up what a wonderful human being you are.”

The vibrant sincerity in her voice got through to Luke. He looked at her. “You really do mean that, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes! With all my heart!” She threw her arms around him and kissed him. She locked her wrists and refused to let go, mumbling, “I love you Luke” even as she kissed him.

Luke finally broke away, laughing. “Okay, okay! I get it. You love me. I never doubted it. But it’s really threatening to think that you want to fuck someone else.”

“Of course it is. How could it not be? I’m not… Well, the question came up and the possibility’s there, so I can’t help but think about it.”

“Julie, suppose I went along with it and you found a guy as good as you say I am but he has a 10 incher. According to you, you’d throw me by the wayside.”

“Luke, that’s not fair, and I don’t deserve it. I’m talking with you about it, not acting unilaterally. Has to be a joint decision.”

Luke hesitated, sighed. “Well, you’re right. I was out of line. But you still want to fuck some guy.”

“Luke, I’m not running around town lusting after men. We spent a lot of time in the last few weeks making our sex life better. From what I’ve learned there a qualitatively different experience and a strong part of me wants it, as any woman would.” Whew, she thought. I didn’t I’d think start out so strong.

“Well, if you get to fuck studs, do I get to fuck girls?”

Julie was tempted to retort, “Only if I don’t fuck you as well as they do,” but wisely refrained. “Luke, I wouldn’t be thinking of this at all if I wasn’t convinced I was missing out on something very fulfilling to a woman.”

For some time neither spoke. Julie took a deep breath, and said, “Luke, I never expected this to be easy and it was very hard for me to bring it up at all. Not sorry I did, and I can’t in all honesty stop thinking about it until we decide. Luke, I don’t think we should make a decision today but open the topic, which I’ve done. I learned some interesting new stuff on the site plus chatting with different people. For successful couples, both partners say cuckolding improved their marriage and sex life.”

“Huh! I bet the men were blackmailed or shills.”

“Honey, they were as convincing as the men we met at the Greet-up gatherings. Luke, I think we could go round and round this and not get anywhere. How about this? We don’t make a decision to go ahead with cuckolding today. Are you willing to read on the site, and chat with some of those couples? In other words can you be open-minded enough to study this?”

Luke sat for quite some time. He sighed occasionally, looked at Julie, glanced away and finally said, “I concede, Julie that you really want this experience, as you call it. I call it fucking somebody else. Talk about euphemisms. You think it might be good for you, even for us, despite the risk and how I feel. OK, since you ask me to, I’ll look into it and check in with you from time to time. Is that good enough for now?”

Julie beamed, her goal for the discussion achieved. “Yes, Luke, my love. No decision, we’ll look into it. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you doing this. I know it’s gut-wrenching.” She kissed him and he returned it.

But when she suggested they go upstairs, Luke said, “Hon, I’m not ready now. Not angry not even resentful. I just need some time to myself.”

“I understand. I feel very close to you now, Luke. But I do understand your need for space.”

After a few more reassuring hugs and kisses Luke headed downstairs to his shop.

“I see you’ve got your laptop,” Julie observed. “Want to ask for any permissions?”

Luke managed a smile. “Thanks, honey, I’ll save it for you. There are plans on here for a small project.” With a final kiss he left.

I said I’d research cuckolding the Greet-up way, and I will, but I’ll be damned if I’ll do it right now, Luke thought savagely. I’m ripped and torn. Might as well rip and tear these boards. For the next hour or so, he sawed enough lumber to make Adirondack chairs for the deck.

After one final crosscut, he sat down. He remained lost in thought for a while. Wanting a change of scene, he carried his laptop upstairs. Through the kitchen window he saw Julie with her laptop in the gazebo. He took his to the dining room table.

He logged on to the Sexually Inadequate Husbands site and read. The slow cadence and rich sexy contralto of the female narrator’s voice held his attention as always.

Once your wife has decided to cuckold you, your emotional preparation is paramount. You are making one of the biggest attitude adjustments possible. Remember, your attitude is entirely within your control.
Perhaps the most important step is to shift your focus from your pain to your wife’s joy. You are torn between two truths. You are confident your wife loves you, and yet she is entitled, as a woman, to be sexually fulfilled. Unfortunately, you cannot provide that degree of pleasure directly. Don’t despair. If you’ve been following the procedures we recommend, your sex with your wife has already improved. You probably thought that wasn’t possible. Greater joy, the joy of the cuckold, awaits you.
Develop pride that you are one of the few men who accept the reality of his sexual limitations, and unselfishly shares his beautiful wife with more capable males for her pleasure. The cuckold shows his love for his wife in a very special, generous and magnanimous way — voluntarily surrendering his exclusive right to her pussy. There are few acts as unselfish, as deeply moving, as self-sacrificing, and as submissive. Your wife will appreciate this greatly, and love you all the more for it.

Luke read this paragraph many times. He ‘tried on’ the feelings suggested, so to speak. Intellectually it makes a crazy sort of sense, he thought. I want Julie to have the best possible sex, but with me. I can sort of feel vicarious joy if she gets it better than I can give it to her, but that hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach sticks with me. He clicked on a link to a husband statement.

“The first time was awful! I fled the house after the first bed squeak. Stayed out ’til the bars closed. I didn’t get drunk, just didn’t want to be home. All was quiet when I crept into the guest bedroom at 2:30. I almost drifted off when they started again. Immensely sad, I listen to them pounding away. Then I heard a sound I’d never heard before — my wife screaming throughout a long orgasm. It brought tears to my eyes. I pounded my fist on the bed. As they kept fucking, I listen to her screams. I’d never heard my wonderful wife expressing so much joy, excitement and pleasure. How could I love her and deprive her of this? That was the beginning of my full acceptance of cuckolding. I felt a tiny bit glad that I allowed her such a marvelous experience. She and her lover reached three more crescendos, with his bass notes joining her shrieks during the last. As their cries subsided, I relaxed. Though it hurts deeply, with a pain that won’t go away, I felt glad I let my wife get so thoroughly fucked. Now, I enjoy helping my wife prepare for dates, and sometimes watch and participate to a limited degree. I love watching her screaming in ecstasy.”

Maybe it worked for this guy, thought Luke, but how do I know it will work for us?

Cuckolding the Sexually Inadequate Husbands way is a positive act, enhancing the marriage. You’re probably wondering, “Does it work?” And “How can this be?”
Our last survey of couples entering the cuckolding program and remaining over a year showed slightly over 65% of couples reported that cuckolding improved their marriage and sex. Corrected for those who didn’t respond, we say that approximately 52% of couples entering the program will find a positive result.
How can you and your wife increase your odds? All successful couples reported that their marriage and love were thriving except for their sexual difficulties. If this is true for your marriage, the chance of success increases greatly. Furthermore, all successful husbands reported their attitude at first cuckolding included quote a glimmer of hope that it might work unquote or a similar positive response. If the marriage is sound, and the husband is open to the possibility that cuckolding will improve the marriage, the chance of success, while uncertain, should be quite high.
Our way of cuckolding works because of mutuality; the wife desires a pleasure she unfortunately cannot receive with you but to which she is entitled. A wise husband like you, fully assured of his wife’s love and devotion, will not stand in her way. Over time he will find his love with his wife deepening and their sex life improved.

I get it about the attitude. I’m working on it. But what if Julie gets all gushy over one of these Alphas and wants to leave me? Who are these fuckers?

Alphas — Who Are They?
Click.

Alphas come from many walks of lives, races, shapes and sizes. All are handsome and athletic as well as having large penises and sexual skill. Alphas are selected from males with a known history of fear of commitment, aversion to marriage and to live-in relationships. Furthermore, give it a thought. These are men who seek multiple sex partners. The Greet-up provides a steady supply. Why mess that up?


Luke eyed the screen with suspicion. Who wrote this copy? he wondered. Gotta be bullshit. These studly dudes are relationship milquetoasts? People split up over sex all the time.

Julie came through the sliding glass door. She caught a glimpse of his glower and stopped abruptly, eyebrows raised.

Luke began, “Honey, everything the site said… Pardon me, the Sexually Inadequate Husband site said has made sense or been true, though sometimes I didn’t want to hear it. But this is ridiculous.” He gestured to the screen.

Julie walked over and read the page. “I see what you mean. I felt somewhat the same when I first read it.” She smiled at him. “It reads like it’s just meant to reassure you.”

“No shit.”

“Here, let me show you.” Julie showed him written and video discussions from several cuckolding couples. All said they’d initially reacted critically to the description of Alphas. However, they said it was true. One man was quite blunt. “I like having these guys fuck my wife, ‘cause it has such a good effect on her, but I wouldn’t share a beer with ‘em.” A grinning wife said emphatically, “Leave my husband for one of those loverboys? Fuck ‘em and forget ‘em, I say.”

At the end of this impromptu presentation, Luke laughed and shook his head. “How weird.” He looked at Julie. “I sure never thought I’d be thinking about this when I married you.”

Julie laughed. “Me neither. It’s weird and kinda exciting for me, I gotta admit.”

“Oh, I bet it’s exciting for you. For me…”

Julie hugged him, kissed him. “So you made every sawblade too dull too use before starting your research, right?” Her eyes twinkled.

Luke laughed. “Yeah, I took it out on the lumber for a while. Julie, some of it makes sense in an intellectual way, but the reality, you with somebody else… Well, it wrenches my gut.”

“I’m sure it does, dear. Just remember I love you and I’ll never stop loving you.”

Luke, arms folded, stared off into space.

Julie rubbed the back of his neck. After a long silence, Julie asked quietly, “Let’s have lunch or something and change the scene. Lighten up the atmosphere. After all, we’re still researching. Haven’t made any decisions.”

Luke looked at her, and managed a small smile. “I could eat.”

During lunch, Julie asked, “Did your sawmill impersonation have a purpose besides making sawdust?”

Luke laughed. “Yes, honey it, it did. I’ll sand ‘em, stain ‘em and turn ‘em into two Adirondack chairs for the deck.”

“What a good idea. They’ll look great.”

“Sit out there, watch the sunset with a glass of wine, come in and make love.”

“Speaking of which…” Julie raised one eyebrow speculatively.

Luke smiled. “Honey, you’ve been great, considering what you’re asking me to go along with. Being honest. Talking about it. Giving me space. I feel all torn apart, with some jealousy and rage mixed in.” He paused. “I haven’t done anything wrong, but you know what? I need to have all these dark thoughts banished out of my head.” He drew himself up and assumed a superior expression and a snooty voice. “The doctor prescribes a brisk spanking from your wife before making love with her.”

Surprised, Julie laughed. “The wife thinks that’s an excellent suggestion and is eager to take up the option.”

Grinning, they darted upstairs, hand in hand. Once in the bedroom, Julie took charge. Imperiously, she pointed first to the closet, then to the spanking bench. On his knees, Luke offered Julie several implements. She accepted them and put them on the bed. She placed their bedside sports bottles on the floor nearby. Luke placed the spanking bench in the center of the room, tugged off his shirt, skimmed down his pants and wiggled his ass as he bent over the bench.

Julie grabbed his left ass cheek and muttered into his left ear, “You asked for this punishment, Luke. What do you want to be punished for?”

“Harboring dark suspicions, Julie. They interfere with my thoughts.”

“Suspicion? Suspicion of whom?”

Luke hesitated, drew a deep breath. “Suspicions of you, my love. I cannot dissemble it.”

“And exactly what do you suspect me of, my love?”

“Julie, sometimes I think you’ve already made up your mind and you’re determined to cuckold me no matter what.” Julie’s face was so close to his ear that he heard her sharp intake of breath and a slight hiss as she exhaled.

“You said your suspicions interfered with your thought processes, Luke. Is it possible that your suspicions stem from a blockage of the brain rather than from facts?”

“Yes, dear, it is possible. I don’t know which is more likely, but I know you’ll treat me as I deserve.”

Julie lightly smacked his bottom with her hand. “I don’t like my smart husband to have his thoughts disrupted. I think an expiation or exorcism is called for.” She slapped him hard and fast on both cheeks with her hand, then reached for a light paddle.

Luke’s cock rubbed pleasurably against the cushion on top of the bench. The intimacy of Julie’s voice, her breath in his ear and her hand squeezing and spanking him greatly aroused him.

“Luke, you simply must learn to control your thoughts. Remember, for years you told yourself you needed to cum every few hours and that you couldn’t last more than a few minutes before shooting. Were either of those true?”

“No, my dear, they weren’t.” Continued slaps from the paddle reddened Luke’s cheeks and made them sting.

“Who taught you the error of your ways?”

“You did, my love, and I’m always grateful. My sexual performance improved andS our marriage is better for it.”

Julie put down the paddle and took up her favorite riding crop, very flexible with a narrow, pointed tip. She tapped his cheeks with it, occasionally striking harder as she lectured, occasionally delivering some full-strength cuts.

“Luke, I brought up your sexual inadequacies several times before I found the Greet-up. You knew I was frustrated and disappointed. How many times did you promise to change your ways and fail?”

“I don’t know, Julie, but I think about six.” Luke bounced from toe to toe, making his ass jiggle.

“I think that’s about right, dear, so I’ll count that as an honest answer. So, you admit all six were not genuine attempts, but just ways to put me off. Correct?”

“Yes, Julie, I always hoped you’d get off your hobbyhorse, as I called it.”

Julie’s voice rose in volume and pitch. “That’s what you, in your heart of hearts, thought of my attempts to gain a modicum of sexual satisfaction?”

Luke, holding himself tense for the expected strikes, took a deep breath and clenched his cheeks. In a voice filled with remorse, he said, “Oh, Julie, I really did feel that way. I resented you interfering in what I called my pleasure. I was very selfish and I’m so grateful to you for showing me how wrong I was.”

The abject nature of Luke’s reply and his body language of total surrender checked Julie’s rising anger. “I’ve never actually punished you for those times. One good cane stroke for each of those false attempts. I thought about two, but your apology appears genuine.” Enough of Julie’s anger remained, however, that she wished to make Lucas howl. “Count and thank me for each stroke.” Her arm went back and sharply forward.

“Yow!” cried Luke, “One, Mistress Julie!”

Julie didn’t hesitate or bother with aiming taps. Swish! Pop on the other cheek.

“Ow! Two, Mistress Julie.”

“Argh! Three, Mistress Julie. Please not so…Ahhhh!” Luke slumped off the bench.

Julie, crop dangling from the wrist loop, roughly grabbed Luke’s waist and guided him back to position. “Get back there, you, and don’t try to thwart me. What’s the count?”

“Four, Mistress Julie!”

“Five, Mistress Julie!”

“Six, Mistress Julie. Oh, thank you so much!” He sat on the bench, breathing hard.

“You’re welcome. It’s the least you deserve. We’re not done yet, though. Keep your hands off your ass. If anyone’s to soothe you, it’ll be me.

“Now, as I recall, you told me that among your dark thoughts, your mental block, was the notion I planned to cuckold you from the beginning. Have you harbored such thoughts?”

“Yes, Mistress Julie, I confess that I did.”

Julie resumed tapping his bum with her crop, lightly with an occasional medium slice. “Let me see if I get this straight. You pretend, at least six times, that you’re going to try to increase your sexual performance without having any intention to do so. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Mistress Julie. I’ve confessed it.”

Julie grasped Luke’s hair and twisted his head to face her. “Then where on earth do you get the temerity to question my integrity about so important a matter as cuckolding you?” She glared at him.

“I dunno, Mistress Julie, it’s just a thought that went through my head. I apologize for doubting you at all.”

“Nevertheless, I’ll not have my husband suspecting me in that way. You just received six cane strokes for your false attempts. How many more do you feel I should give you for those suspicions? Explain your reasoning out loud; I’m very curious to see how you arrive at a figure.”

Luke, surprised at the request, asked, “Please, Mistress Julie, allow me a few moments.”

“Granted.”

“Thank you, Mistress Julie.” He lay over the bench, working his legs up and down in a sort of spanking dance. “Well, Mistress Julie, I shouldn’t have such disloyal thoughts at all. I should banish them as soon as they arise, and I didn’t. On the other hand, I didn’t act on them, or accuse you, but I told you about them, volunteering the information. I’d say it’s a pretty big transgression, worthy of 12 strokes, but mitigated by the fact that it stopped with thoughts and went straight to confession. Eight cane strokes. If it please you, Mistress Julie?”

“Well. Cogent and fair. I accept your evaluation. Eight more, keep the count.” Swish! Pop!

“Seven! Oh, Mistress Julie, it hu… “Yeow! Eight, Mistress Julie!”

By the time Lucas shrieked, “14! Thank you, Mistress Julie!” Luke’s hips twitched spasmodically, and his sobs filled the air. His hands involuntarily moved toward his inflamed bum, but he caught himself and let them hang limp. He wiped a few tears from his eyes.

Julie felt the warm buns with both hands. She scratched some of the most prominent crop marks with a sharp fingernail, making Luke gasp and wriggle. Julie giggled and put her arm around his shoulders, kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear, “You accepted your punishment very well, Luke. I hope it did you some good. I know it did me. My anger at your suspicions is dissipated.” She smiled inwardly. Another lie avoided.

Luke met her gaze. “It did do me good, Mistress Julie. I can’t suspect you after that. It never was more than a thought. I think a severe punishment was warranted, and I thank you again, Mistress Julie.”

She kissed him and gently rubbed his behind.

“Oh, thank you, Mistress Julie.” He slowly relaxed under her ministrations.

She handed him a water bottle and drank from the other. “Are you ready to come to bed, Luke? Your loving Mistress is very horny.”

“Oh, yes, I’m eager to show you my gratitude.” He smiled as he stood, one hand on the bench as he checked to see if he was ready to move. “I’m okay, Mistress.”

Eyes twinkling, Julie grasped the Luke’s limp little penis, and led him to bed the long way around, saying, “Leading you around by your dick is fun.”

Luke followed, shuffling his feet to keep from treading on Julie’s. “I like it — shows that you want me and have me completely.”

Julie pointed to the waistband of her shorts while she pulled off her top. She unfastened her bra as Luke tugged to lower garments down to her ankles. She propped up some pillows to elevate her head, and lay down in the center of the bed, legs spread, knees up. Luke placed Julie’s vibrator close by.

Luke lay on the bed and rested his head on her thigh. He reached up to gently fondle her breasts and found her nipples already erect. Her pussysmell overwhelmed his nostrils, and delicious juices flowed from her slit. I love this woman so much, Luke thought. I deserved the punishment, and should give her my best.

He started slowly, fingers on her thighs, lower belly, her pussy lips.

Julie’s breathing got deeper and louder, finally merging into moans of pleasure.

Luke slipped two fingers inside, and later used his thumb on her clit.

Julie, tousling his hair, cried aloud at her first orgasm.

Luke replaced his fingers with the vibrator, wielding it vigorously.

He brought Julie to three more orgasms. She came strongly and with a shorter interval than usual between peaks. Luke caught her eye as she recovered from the third. Unwilling to stop his pussy licking, he flipped his eyebrows as a form of request.

“Yes, fuck me now!”

“Cummingler?”

“No, lover, I want you.”

Luke, confidence boosted, slithered up Julie’s lush body. “I crawl to you, Mistress Julie.” He sucked and licked her nipples for a few moments, rubbing his cockhead at her lips. As he kissed her, he entered her. He thrust back and forth vigorously, arching backwards to bump her clit repeatedly.

Julie’s eyes widened. Could Luke’s vigorous fucking combined with her high arousal bring her over the top?

For a moment, Luke felt the same hope. He saw, though, her arousal peak and subside just short of the crest. Her bucking hips, her legs wrapped around his waist, and her passionate kisses convinced him he was performing at his best.

Julie gasped, “It’s true! You fuck better after a spanking.”

Luke grinned at the complement. “I can see the future. More pain.”

Julie laughed and hugged him with all four limbs.

Luke varied the pace and rocked his hips from side to side, changing his angle.

Julie responded with gasps and kisses. “Vibrator, please. Send me over the top.”

Luke, his grin hiding a bit of disappointment, twisted the base of the vibrator, licked it, and slipped it inside his eager wife. He slid it in and out, sometimes pulling it all the way out to rub on her clit. Her moans grew louder and he plunged the dildo in and out rapidly.

Julie came, shouting, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Grinning, Luke never stopped or slowed down. He used his thumb at the top of her slit to reach the most sensitive nubbin. He brought her to more peaks, leaving her breathless and gasping.

“Your turn. Mouth or pussy?”

“Pussy! Pussy!”

Julie grinned. She didn’t even have to move.

Luke knelt between her and thrust in. With his short length completely inserted, he paused for a moment. “Mistress, I’m very excited and I’d love to just go for it and cum. May I, please?”

Julie didn’t mind after three good cums. “Sure, hon. Enjoy yourself.”

Luke did. He thrust in and out vigorously, a hand on each of Julie’s breasts, mouth sucking a nipple. The tingling in his ass impelled him to thrust back and forth faster and faster. “Aaaahhh whooooo!” He bellowed as a strong orgasms passed through him. His hips twitched uncontrollably and hot jism flooded Julie’s cunt!

Later, lying together, they traced the lines in their faces — eyebrows, lips, nose, ears, occasionally kissing. “Mistress, thank you for the spanking. It did me good. I feel unblocked, and I love you deeply. But I gotta say, Mistress Julie is terrifying! ”

“She’s supposed to be. Remember, she and I love you too, Luke, more and more all the time. I appreciate your voluntary confession.”

Luke grinned. “Well, for a voluntary confession, that didn’t get me much off.”

“Naturally not!”

After a while, they got up and dressed. In the breezy, shaded gazebo, they checked email. Luke said, “Remember I said ‘another Saturday, another sexual inadequacy?’”

“Yes, it was both funny and sad.”

“Well, Julie, all this concentration on sex has been wonderful, and our sex and marriage is improved. I still don’t know where I am with the whole cuckolding question, but I also feel we need to restore the balance soon. We’ve barely gone hiking and haven’t been in our boats for quite some time.”

“Well, I agree. Once we settle that big question things out to go back to normal.”

“I hope so. I love better sex, but I miss getting outdoors.”

“I miss it, too. I have a different question. How’d your research go this morning? Are you ready to talk about it?”

“I guess I’m ready to talk about it, but not for a decision.” He sat with his hands together, elbows on knees, head down. “The Sexually Inadequate Husbands site is very persuasive. They make it sound like you could go off, get a dose of big dick like some sort of medicine, return to me and our love would increase. That’s hard for me to believe. I’m sure not ready to act on it.

“But that’s only when I think of myself, my pain, my feeling of entitlement to your pussy. It’s kind of weird to feel entitled to your pussy. We married to express our mutual love and we’re sexually and emotionally available to each other. But, to make it a cliché, if I come onto you and you say you have a headache, we don’t do it. So my right to your pussy and your right to my dick are not absolute.” He paused a long time while Julie sat unmoving, expectant. “So it’s your pussy, your body. Since you’re want to be with somebody else despite the risk, in one sense, which I grasp intellectually, I shouldn’t object.

“But I do, Julie, from the bottom of my heart.” He looked at her. “A part of me doesn’t want to deprive you of better sex. The strongest part of me wishes I could do it myself but I have to accept from you that I can’t. I don’t want to risk our marriage,” Luke said, emphasizing every word. His voice cracked as he said, “So I’m conflicted, Julie, as conflicted as I’ve ever felt over anything.”

Julie hugged him and said nothing for several minutes. When he stirred and they looked at each other, she said, “I love so many things about you, Luke. But the most fantastic, the most rewarding for a woman, is your emotional openness and self-honesty. Very, very few men are like that and I am tremendously lucky to have such a husband. I hope you can comprehend how much more that means to me than even the best fuck in the world.”

Luke gulped. “I hesitate to say this, but if there was some guarantee that the relationship would remain, at this point, I’d probably say yes. I can’t believe I just said that.”



“If we go ahead with this, you’re right, there’s no guarantee. I think there’s a good way to get an indicator of how it might go.”

“What’s that? Divination by entrails? Sometimes I feel like I’m spilling my guts.”

“Oh, Luke.” Julie laughed softly. A critical moment, one for which she was prepared. “It’s a questionnaire we can take online. I’ve not taken it or looked at it, but they say it predicts whether or not couples will benefit from cuckolding at 80%. To be clear, if 100 couples take the quiz, it’ll give an accurate result for 80% of those couples, one way or the other.”

“80% accurate predictions, huh? Must be quite the questionnaire.”

“Do you feel ready to take the questionnaire?”

‘For information only. I sure won’t agree to do what it says on that basis alone.”

Julie said quietly, “I wouldn’t ask you to. All I ask is that you take the questionnaire.”

Luke thought a moment. “Well, if the questionnaire is any good, it’ll be useful information. Okay, let’s do it.” Luke sounded more resigned than anything else. But he looked at Julie, licked his lips and nodded.

Julie said, “They warn that it’s a pretty long questionnaire, and they strongly suggest we take it in different rooms so that we don’t influence each other. They estimate it takes at least two hours and the result takes another half hour. It’s 3:30; why don’t we send out for pizza and salad? We’ve got beer.”

“That sounds good,” agreed Luke.

They ordered pizza for delayed delivery, then Julie told Luke how to find the questionnaire. She remained in the gazebo, while Luke went down to his basement lair.

The personalized questionnaire delved into Luke’s sexual history, fantasies and desires. Also education, professional accomplishments, and more. He described his happiness with the changes he made as a result of the Greet-up. At the very end, it probed his attitudes about cuckolding. Did he regard marriage vows as absolutely forbidding cuckolding? He checked “Reluctantly no.”

It came down to the final question:

Which of the answers given below best describes your current attitude towards your wife’s desire to cuckold you?

10 choices , arrayed in an obvious hierarchy, the most positive at the top. Luke read them all. To Luke’s surprise, the question appeared genuine. The choices covered many variants and seemed well worded. I wouldn’t have been surprised if this quiz was rigged, but I don’t see any evidence of it, he thought. The last choice stated “Our marriage vows forbid it, we have exclusive sexual rights to each other, and I’m considering divorce because she’s considering straying.”

A bigger surprise. None of the negative choices had the least appeal to him. Wow, looks like I’m more ready for this than I ever imagined. A pit of fear opened up in his stomach. Sweat broke out in his forehead and he shivered.

He looked at the five positive answers.

• Though it hurts me deeply, I want Julie to have the most complete sexual experience possible.
• Julie will benefit, and I won’t be harmed, provided we remain loving to each other.
• Julie wants it and everything she got us to do has helped. It’s barely possible this will, too.
• Despite the gravest misgivings and fears, I’ll reluctantly allow it and hope for the best.
• According to the stats, we have a good chance of making it work. Intellectually, I grasp the idea that it might. I’ll try it, but I gotta approve it each time it happens.

I’d like to rewrite the first one, he thought. Get rid of the hurt stuff, and add “with me” at the end, but the whole point is it’s not going to happen. Hard to believe, but I’m close to feeling like this.

I agree with the last one, especially the intellectual part. It’s the emotional part I don’t like, and the fear that she might go off with somebody else.

I’m too uncertain to pick the second one.

I think the middle one comes closest, to my surprise. He looked it over a while, and finally chose the middle answer.

The questionnaire complete, a nervous Luke carried his laptop upstairs to meet Julie. He found her in the kitchen, pouring a couple of glasses of beer. “I’m done, and when I heard you come upstairs I figured we could use a beer.”

They toasted each other and took their first sips when the doorbell rang. They enjoyed their pizza in the gazebo, talking about hikes, paddling trips, even current events as they ate. Their repast complete, they hugged and kissed, reaffirming their mutual love, and opened Luke’s laptop. The male narrator’s bass voice alternated with the sultry-voiced female.

Congratulations on completing the Couples Cuckolding Readiness questionnaire.

Validity. Julie scored 5% and Luke scored 3% on scattered questions testing the internal integrity of your answers. Both extremely low scores, indicating that your results are likely to be accurate.

Results. Luke achieved the 89th percentile and Julie and Julie achieved the 93rd percentile with a margin of error of two points. Happily, both partners scored within the first standard deviation, an unusual and positive outcome. This indicates a strong likelihood that cuckolding will provide great satisfaction for Julie and, over time, for Luke as well.

Likely benefits for Julie, besides the obvious sexual satisfaction from unions with Alphas, may include increased confidence and self-esteem, increased affection and love for Luke, and raised libido. Lovemaking between Julie and Luke may increase in frequency and satisfaction.

Luke’s potential benefits may take more time to be appreciated. Possible benefits include vicarious joy that Julie is experiencing such sexual ecstasy, enhanced self-knowledge and acceptance, increased pride and self-esteem in his cooperation with Julie while maintaining their love and marriage. More subtle experiential benefits are likely to emerge over time.
We at the Sexually Inadequate Husbands Greet-up wish you the very best whatever you decide about cuckolding.

“Wow! That’s an excellent…” Julie turned to Luke, and her excited grin fell when she saw his face.

Luke scowled at the screen and waved his hand at it in a dismissive gesture. He jumped up. “Who are these faceless motherfuckers? Telling me how I may get benefits if you fuck some other guy! How about if I get benefits by fucking my wife whom I love? The masturbation and premature parts were good, I admit, but this is ultra feminist claptrap! Fuck that shit!”

Without another word, or a glance at Julie, he stormed out of the house.

Stunned, Julie sat still for several minutes. She wiped a couple of tears from her cheeks. Had she led Luke so far only to falter at the finish line? She got a drink of water, took a walk around the backyard, and logged on to chat.

Rebellion, honey, came the response from a frequent supporter with over a year of cuckolding and loving sex with her husband tucked into her pussy. They all do it; they have to. Their masculinity makes them do it at one point or another.

Yes, agreed another. Best if they rebel at the end. Your Luke already has success and it’s in his psyche. If he loves you, it’s impossible a part of him doesn’t want you to get righteously fucked. He needs time and to display some male bluster before he acquiesces. You know how to act when he returns.

We’re pulling for you, Julie. Don’t blow it!

These and other responses restored Julie’s confidence. She soon logged off and read a bit more on the site. As Luke’s absence lengthened, her anxiety returned. She relieved it by masturbating. Finished, she carefully washed and replaced the vibrator. She dressed in her most diaphanous, skimpy green baby doll and curled up in bed with a book and a glass of wine.

By 11:30, Julie wondered. Would Luke come home at all? Such a thing never happened. She decided to call his cell in 15 minutes if he didn’t show up or call.

Five minutes later, she heard his key in the lock. When he came in the door, she called out, “Upstairs, honey.” She heard his normal confident stride, no stumbling.

When he appeared at the door, Julie observed him carefully. Steady on his feet, eyes focused normally. Not drunk, she thought, relieved. However, he carried a large tumbler of whiskey. She jumped out of bed and ran to greet him. “Oh, honey, I’m so glad you’re back. It’s awful for you, I know.” She reached out to hug him.

He backed off, took a swig of whiskey. “Julie, I can’t do it. I can’t let you do it. It’s tearing me up! That fucking quiz was a bunch of bullshit.” He glared at her and gulped more whiskey.

Julie looked at him with an understanding smile. “Luke, honey, it’s all right. I’m very sorry you got so upset. I want you to know I’m not angry at you, and I’m not going to argue with your decision. We always said it was mutual and you’ve decided no. I fully accept that. I’m very glad you’re back, and that you saved the heavy drinking for when you got home. May I please hug you?” She smiled invitingly.

Taken completely aback, Luke goggled her. “You’re not mad?”

“No, Luke, we agreed it had to be mutual and if you don’t want to do it it’s not going to happen. I have to accept it and I do.” She smiled again. “Hug?”

Luke took a deep breath, put the drink on the floor and they met in a long hug. Kisses ensued and protestations of love. Julie rubbed Luke’s penis through his pants. “Want a nice blowjob? Reassure you how much I love you and that I accept your decision?”

“Wow, Julie, I thought you wanted to so much we’d have a big argument. I am so relieved. I didn’t even need this big drink.”

“You can still enjoy it,” she said, eyes sparkling. “Sit in that chair and sip your drink while you get a blowjob just like the big shot you are. Sound like fun?”

Luke grinned and headed to the comfortable arm chair in the corner. He leaned back and slid his hips forward, spreading his legs. He placed his drink on the wooden arm.

A smiling Julie knelt in front of him and tugged his pants over his shoes. She turned the bodice of the baby doll below her breasts, and rubbed his cock between the warm orbs. “I’m sorry, Mr. Slocum,” she said, drawing out the first syllable of her boss’s name, “that you had such a rough time in the meeting. A nice blowjob should restore your usual good humor.”

As he erected, he thrust up and down. With a satisfied smile, he sipped his drink. “Every man should have us secretary as skilled and willing as you, Gladys.”

Julie laughed at her new name. She licked his cockhead at the top of the strokes and soon engulfed the entire penis. She sucked with a varying pace, sometimes taking the whole shaft, often concentrating on the tip. She worked two fingers up and down the shaft as she licked his cockhead and rim.

“Gladys, you are the best!” True to his name, Mr. Slocum retained his jism for some time before filling Gladys’s mouth.

They looked at each other and laughed, then kissed. Julie noticed Luke hadn’t finished his drink. Good, she thought. I want to cuckold him, not drive him to drink.

They got into bed, and embraced. Luke offered Julie oral sex, but she said, “Mr. Slocum takes. He doesn’t reciprocate. Besides, I’m pretty tired. Luke, I love you deeply, and I’m glad you settled the question.” She kissed him again and they fell asleep.

In the morning, Gladys was gone, and Julie was most happy to accept oral sex. They went for a hike with friends and out to dinner at a mountain lodge. As they drove down the mountain, aware of their tingling leg muscles, Luke ruminated. Julie’s turnaround on cuckolding was so swift and complete. Maybe, in her heart of hearts, she didn’t want to do it. I wonder if she still thinks about it. “Honey, you haven’t mentioned cuckolding all day.”

“You wanted to discuss it in front of our friends?”

Luke laughed. “Nope. I guess I wonder if your mind dwells on it.”

“Not much. A couple of times it’s passed through my mind to wonder what might’ve been, but you made the decision and I agreed to abide by it. My love for you is as strong as ever.”

Luke leaned over and kissed her quickly, then returned his attention to the road.

Monday afternoon, to accommodate Dave’s schedule, Luke met his friend at a brewpub rather than going to the gym. Luke’s citrusy IPA refreshed him. Dave selected a pale lager.

Luke brought Dave up to date. Dave interrupted when Luke said that Julie wanted to cuckold him.

“Oh man, oh man. That’s rough, as rough as it gets. Except maybe if she’d had an affair. I have no idea how I’d react if Steph wanted to cuckold me. She told me that the site offered this as an option, but that she wouldn’t consider it.”

“How come? Did she say?”

“Yeah, she said she didn’t want to risk our marriage, and besides, my cock satisfies her. I’m really sorry Julie told you something different.”

“Me too, but at least the issue’s settled.”

“Settled? What do you mean?”

Luke went on to describe, briefly, his research, the questionnaire, and his reaction. “I walked around mad for a while, when into a bar, and limited myself. I wasn’t going to drive home, but I do not want to be someone who drowns his sorrows in drink. When I got home, I poured myself a stiff one, though, for some Dutch courage before I lowered the boom. I went into the bedroom and Julie came over to me in a sexy baby doll. I told her I wasn’t going to allow it, that I couldn’t deal with it. I sounded pretty mean, I guess.

“She surprised the heck out of me. She just said, ‘OK, it had to be a mutual decision and since you say no, no it is,’ or words to that affect. We talked for a minute ‘cause I couldn’t believe it, but she meant every word. She started this impromptu role-play that I was some big shot boss and she was my secretary. I sat in the easy chair, pretending to sip my drink while she gave me a fantastic long blowjob.

“Yesterday the subject never came up except when I asked her she was ruminating about it. She said she sometimes wondered what might’ve been, but that the decision was made. I think I got off real lucky.”

Dave regarded him neutrally. “You know, buddy, when I read about cuckolding for small dicks I admit I wondered about you and Julie.”

“I suppose you couldn’t help but notice those times we all fooled around together.”

“Right, but from everything Julie says you’ve come along way. It’s too bad to make all those improvements and then have to deal with this.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have to deal with it. She’s gone along with my decision. I’m kinda amazed, but very relieved.”

Dave shook his head. “I wonder. I wouldn’t be surprised if cuckolding works for you the way bungee jumping worked for us.”

“Bungee jumping?”

“Yeah. Steph and I lived together our last year of college. We were broke like everyone else. Well, some friend of hers went bungee jumping, raved about what a great time she had, what a thrill it was, how she came when she sproinged back up and so on. Steph caught the bug and wouldn’t let up. We can skimp here and I made some extra money there and I want to go bungee jumping. Wore me down and she finally did it. Yeah, she loved it. Yeah, she came when she sproinged. We’ve done it together since we got married, but I never creamed my jeans because of it.”

“So your point is?”

“I think Julie opened up a possibility that she won’t, despite her best protestations, be able to put out of her mind. I don’t know how it’ll be for her, she may just bring it back up or she may just stare off into space. I hope that she doesn’t try to deceive you. But, Luke, with all sympathy, I think you’re stuck.” They talked a while longer, then Luke drove home lost in thought.

Julie greeted him with a kiss and hug and an offer of a drink. She noticed his mood and sat next to him on the couch, saying nothing.

Luke told Julie that Dave was a good listener and friend. “But he got me thinking some things I need to ask you about. He thinks cuckolding might be for us what bungee jumping was for them.”

“Huh?”

Luke explained about the persistence of bungee jumping. “I wonder if, over time, you won’t feel the same about cuckolding me.”

“Well, Luke, I gotta say it’s already gone beyond thoughts about what might’ve been like I felt yesterday. I wish it was still possible.”

“Hooo boy!. I don’t like this, Julie.”

“Luke, I never told you what I need to say now, because it was just thoughts, and it never seemed necessary. In the last few months before I stumbled across the Greet-up, I doubted you had to cum so often or so quick, but you didn’t make any progress. I started thinking maybe I should have an affair to get some better sex. I never took it farther than that, never thought I’d like to fuck that handsome man over there, or checked out our friends to see if any of them might be open to an affair. I swear to you, Luke, it was just the thought that maybe I should stray. But I think if we hadn’t started the program, it’s very possible I’d be screwing around anyway.”

Stricken, Luke stared at her, then averted his gaze. So it was going to happen anyway, he thought. I feel stuck. What I want is that she not want this to happen, but she does.

“Luke, I do want this, and I think Dave is right, I won’t be able to stop thinking about it. I am so glad that I didn’t go anywhere beyond thoughts before, but now I really do want sex with an Alpha. I absolutely would not have considered it if we got negative indicators on that questionnaire. But we got very positive ones, both of us. If I thought for a moment I could be seduced away from loving you, I would not think about it at all I love you too much to take that risk if it’s anything other than minimal. I admit it’s a risk, and I’m asking you to take it with me.”

“All those guys in the site who say they grow to not mind the wife getting fucked and that it benefits them and their sex life together— do you think they’re real?”

“Luke, I’ve chatted with some of the husbands. I can’t believe they’re insincere. You can chat with them to and judge for yourself.”

“What difference would that make?” He set silent for some time stroking his chin.

Julie resisted her impulse to rub her hands together in glee.

“Promise me you’ll let me know instantly if you feel anything negative about our marriage or extra positive about any of the guys.”

“Yes, I will, Luke. I won’t keep even fleeting thoughts like I had about adultery from you if they occur, which I doubt.”

“Okay, Julie, if we’re going to do this, I have to do it with a whole heart. I’ll do everything in my power to make this as good an experience for you as possible. Remember, I love you enough to do this.”

“Oh, Luke, I could never stop remembering your love.” She hugged and kissed him, unable to suppress her wide victory grin as she looked over his shoulder.