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It wasn't meant to be this way, well it never is.
The doctors said that I had no choice, I was going to have to take the
medicine for the rest of my life, or the heart disease was going to kill
me. And to think, I was just 40 years old. I looked at the small caps
that were going to change my life for good. They looked harmless enough,
but as the doctor said, they would have side effects. How was I to know
that the major side effect of anti-cholesterol drugs at 40mg was ED?
It didn't happen all at once, but slowly I noticed that being with my
wife was taking more effort. The libido wasn't working the way it used
to. My desire was down, and when my mind was on business, well it wasn't
on business. Heck the only time I seemed to get hard anymore was when I
was in the "library", okay, the can.
I asked the doc about this and he said, "It's actually got a lot to do
with the pressure on the prostate." I mean, what the hell was going on?
I decided to test his theory and I kept my bowels closed off for almost
a day. Damn if he wasn't right. I had a real hardon going down and while
there were no thoughts of sexuality and the libido was still in neutral,
the thing was a raging piece of steel.
So, I asked the wife. "Honey, when we are doing the wild thing, could
you please press your fingers against my prostate and help me get and
maintain an erection?" The look on her face was one of disgust. "You
want me to play with your asshole? What is wrong with you? Are you going
gay? I didn't marry you to be with some freaking faggot."
Well that was one idea that wasn't going to fly. On the other hand, my
libido wasn't up to doing my "husbandly duties" without some form of
help. And so over the next few months our love life became a listless
oasis of barren nights with each of us seeking solace in sleep at the
far end of the king size bed.
At first I tried to see if there was an answer. If there was a medical
way to get past this. If just somehow there was a way that the effects
would drop off. Was there a way for me to be the man I once was. There
was nothing. And all this time, in the back of my mind, I wondered if
maybe, just maybe she was right. So it wasn't long before I started to
surf the net seeing if the pictures of "men" there would somehow have
any effect. Another dead-end. I just didn't find the male body sexually
attractive. Oh sure, I could say that this guy or that was handsome, but
there was no attraction there. I knew I wasn't gay.
So, this was it. Life without sex. A eunuch. What a depressing thought.
Well, actually the depressing piece was that there was no thought. I was
heading into six months with a wife in bed who was becoming a complete
stranger. Yes, the good doctors had kept me alive, but in doing that
they had taken a piece of the heart and soul out of life and replaced it
with an empty vessel. Well, at minimum a vessel that couldn't get hard,
and a mind that couldn't get excited.
Then it happened. I was at Starbucks, do you know that they will soon
have one of those at every corner? And I was wallowing in my personal
misery when she sat down at the table next to mine. It all started so
innocently with a "Why so glum, It's a beautiful day." I looked up to
see just the type of girl I would have chased if I had been a few years
younger and unsaddled with a now dead marriage. She was a mix of Asian
and Caucasian with flowing brown hair that seemed to float around her
neck and shoulders. She was dressed in a casual style, light makeup that
accented the high cheekbones and slight almond shape to her eyes. Maybe
there was a touch of lip liner and a smidgen of gloss, but it was very
understated. Her fresh clean look screamed a soft inner sexuality and a
certainty seemed to float about her. This was certainly a woman who knew
what she wanted and was able to get whatever she desired.
Drawn in by her question and her visible charm I got up and asked her,
"So, why is this day so beautiful to you?"
"Well, I have just broken up with a guy who didn't know how to treat me,
and that means that life is having a new beginning." I nodded as she
continued, "Some guys want to think that taking charge is all fine and
good, but sometimes a woman needs to take a bit of control, and most men
don't be able to get past their manly man-ness to be able to pass
control on to their partners." And thus began my unknown descent into
the position I find myself in today.
We talked. We talked for hours. I found myself telling this total
stranger things I wouldn't talk about with my closest drinking buddies.
We got around to my health and then I told her of the problems that
medicines can cause, both the physical ones and the emotional ones.
Throughout the entire afternoon I found myself being swallowed up in her
dark eyes, being led to release more and more of my deepest inner space
to this person I had just met. Four hours later it was time for us to
part, we must have said "goodbye" three times before I stammered out
that I didn't even know her name. Lisa.
So Lisa and I exchanged numbers and made a non-commitment to potentially
see one another again^Ã… And with that it was over, as fast as it began,
and I went back home to the white picket fence life that I thought I
lived. What I was far from ready for was the surprise that came after
dinner.
"Dear, it has been six months since we have been able to really make
love, and I'm very unsatisfied with how this is going, so I talked to an
herbologist this morning and they told me that you should be taking
these pills to help you with you little problem." That "little" was
stressed a tad more than I would have liked. And with that my wife
handed me a bottle with 20 small pills in it. And so began my foray into
adding natural medicine to my diet to try to put some steel back into my
pants.
The following week it was another herb concoction I was supposed to
drink before bedtime. Then it was some powder that was to be added to my
morning OJ. And over the next 4 weeks it was a series of different mixes
and concoctions that all were supposed to provide me with aid so I could
comfort my wife, and in the end provided nothing but false hopes.
During this time I saw Lisa again, well make that again and again. It
was like Tuesday with Lisa. We would meet at our Starbucks, yes, I was
thinking of it now as "our Starbucks" and she would pry the latest tales
from me on the torture that my marriage had become. She understood, and
not once did I feel that she was laughing at me or treating me any
differently than she would have treated me if I had a working and
properly functioning tool. It was refreshing to be having a relationship
with this gorgeous woman who wasn't passing judgement on me and finding
me lacking.
I guess that it had just been the end of the "wash your feet with this
soap, sprinkle this ash in your hair and chant `pookie pookie yam yum'
while putting this green paste in your navel" period when Lisa said that
she thought there was a way to get my sexual engine running again, but
that it would be different than all the silly stuff we had been trying
to re-steel the tent pole. With that she gave me a set of small bottles
with series of instruction. She said that I should start to feel some
changes in about two weeks, but that she wouldn't be able to tell me
what was going to happen because it effected everyone differently. She
did make it clear though that none of the stuff had ramrod hardener in
it, but that it should effect my libido.
So home I went and I started the Lisa's regime. I didn't hold out high
hopes. The start had me taking these huge horse pills, but that tapered
off. My guess was that I was supposed to overload the system with
something and then taper back. Lisa was going out-of-town for a week or
two, so I was on my own and there was no one to talk with as I went
through the process. Week one proved to be nothing. I was finding myself
getting a tad depressed and moody about the latest failure when
something off happened. I was in the shower and as the water rat-a-tated
across my chest I felt a tightening of my abdominal, a tingling in one
location and a tightening in another. Odd as it had never really
happened before, and so fleeting that I didn't really think about it
after the moment came and went.
Week two was at an end and I was just starting week three when my wife
decided to make one of those now-futile attempts to awaken anything in
me. So, we necked, and I felt that tingle in my tummy again. And then
she brushed her hand across my chest and it flared up again. Now, there
was nothing happening down there, but I noticed a small piece of me was
somehow sexually charged. The mind was becoming sexual engaged again.
True, it wasn't the same way it had been before, but there was a start.
I wanted to shout to the world how happy I was, but there was the sour
face of my wife peering down at a semi-engorged cock that wasn't going
to do her any good. I found myself thinking about Lisa, about how she
was so supportive. I felt that warm glow return. And I almost didn't
hear what my wife said next, "Honey, this isn't working and I think we
have to be rethinking our relationship. I have needs that you aren't
meeting and they have to be met, so I would like to have an `open'
marriage."
Say what? This is the same woman who was aghast when I told her that I
wanted her to do something with my prostate to excite me, and now she
was talking about an "open marriage"? "What do you mean by that? Do you
have someone in mind to replace me with already?" I said in a rather
heated and emotional way. Yikes, that wasn't me talking, was it. I was
dealing with all these emotions, I wanted to laugh, and to cry, and I
felt flushed and^Ã… "Well actually dear, I was wondering if you would plan
on being somewhere else next Friday night, say take a nice long dinner
out and maybe a movie or two." Well, there it was, out in plain sight.
Not only was I non-operational, she was taking my balls off. She was
going to invite someone else to come into my home and then she was going
to screw them in my bed.
I got up and walked out of the room. There was nothing else to do. This
wasn't a question, it was a decision that had been made and damn it, I
had no choice. I had no one to talk with, not even Lisa, she wouldn't be
back until Wednesday. So I called and left a message on her machine
asking if we could go out to a movie Friday night. If my wife was going
to be screwing some guy in our bed, I sure as hell wasn't going to be
staying around to watch.
The balance of the time until Friday seemed to pass as if in a dream. I
was out when the call came in on Thursday from Lisa saying that Friday
was on and I should pick her up at 7PM for dinner. Somehow the call made
me seem excited inside. It was similar to the feelings I had when I had
thought about her just a week ago. But it was fleeting and with
everything else going on in my life, there was really no time to examine it.
It was 7PM and I was there, for the first time, knocking on Lisa's door.
She came to the door dressed to kill. A long dinner dress in killer red,
matching fingernails and toenails. The cut wasn't so low as to be
exposing, but her cleavage was very clear and her pert breasts were
pushing against the material, but not straining to get released. There
was little doubt that she was dressed for a night out, and in my mind it
looked like more than a movie with a friend. "You have agreed to let me
pick the film if you pick the restaurant, right?" I nodded my consent
breathless at the vision that stood before me. Why would any girl this
attractive want to spend a night with a guy who couldn't perform was
beyond me, but over the last few months we had become close, not lovers,
but real friends.
We got into the car and drove off to the sushi bar I had selected. It
was informal enough to be an easy night out, and it wouldn't feel like
much of a date that way. I really was still bothered by the fact that my
wife was taking some guy into my bed to do my duties, and yet being with
Lisa didn't seem like I was doing anything wrong, as there was no sexual
tension there. In fact, if I was anything these days it was asexual. The
desire and interests of a man just weren't in my being any more. If the
equipment wasn't functioning, then why should the libido even attempt to
start up?
After sushi and small talk, since you really can't have an intimate
conversation when strangers are all sitting around the bar with you, we
hopped back into the car and made our way off to the movie theater. She
went up and purchased the tickets, and returned with a sly smile on her
full and pouty lips. Now that was weird, I had looked into that face a
million times and never before that moment would I have described Lisa's
lips as full and pouty. But there I was and there they were, and if I
had been anything left of the man I had once been I would have been
kissing them, but I wasn't.
Wouldn't you know it, we headed to the door of the latest "chick flick"
and I settled in to expect another boring few hours in a dark room. In
some ways it was a great deal of the same as being in my bedroom.
Nothing happening. Well, that wasn't true tonight. My mind started to
reel as I thought of the fact that my wife was, at this very moment,
servicing some man in my bed. I guess that the emotions started to
finally get to me, because at some point I found myself in tears and I
know that it wasn't the movie. Lisa had her eyes filled up and was
blubbering about what was on the screen, but I knew that the things I
hadn't told her were what were driving my wild mood swing. As the movie
slowly wound down to it's predictable tearjerker end I barely noticed
that her hand had moved to my upper thigh and that it felt right as
rain. I was too busy searching her clutch for more tissues for both her
and I.
By the time we got home and back to her door I realized that it was
still to early for me to go home. (I tried to make some feeble attempts
at not sounding like I didn't have somewhere to go) and then Lisa
invited me in. This was a first. In all our time together I had never
been to her home until tonight, and I had never expected an invitation
in. Not having anywhere else to go, I accepted the boon and entered her
domain.
She went to the kitchen and told me to sit on the couch. It was a small
living room, clean and well maintained. The couch was a bit oversized
and overstuffed, so sitting in the couch was more like getting engulfed
by the furniture rather than sitting on it. There was little doubt that
this was the place where she could plop down and sit conformably
cross-legged while she did her toes. The cushions seem ready to form
themselves into the proper support role no mater what position you
wanted to assume. The TV was sitting across from the couch, and the
remote was calling my name from the small coffee table that was off to
the side. Then Lisa walked in carrying two mugs of what smelled like hot
cocoa. And I started to go on that emotional ride again, with my eyes
welling up and my nose starting to sniffle. The clues were too many and
Lisa said "What's wrong, tell me everything."
Well that opened the floodgates. I started to tell everything. About
what I had been feeling. About what my wife was doing at this very
moment. It all came tumbling out. Between the tears and the sobs the
story of my ruined life was flowing as if I was the chick flick. As we
sat together she leaned over and held me. I only slightly noticed the
clean fresh fragrance of her as she tried to calm me down, and she held
me, and then before I was even aware of what was going on, her lips and
mine met, and she kissed me and I returned it. It was natural. I just
felt warm and right as she slowly took control, leading the kiss, and as
she opened he mouth slightly I responded. He tongue slowly worked its
way into my mouth and her hands worked their way from the side of my
head, down my arm and across my chest.
I felt my stomach mussels tighten and she continued to stroke my chest
through my shirt. Slowly she unbuttoned my shirt and let her nails
crisscross my now swollen nipples. I was so turned on, but even in this
highly aroused state I noticed that my woody was still made of soft
clay. She leaned over and brought her lips to my nipples, sucking ever
so gently. Shocks ran through me. This was new. They started at my chest
and then ran down to someplace behind my stomach. I started to stroke
her hair and her shoulders. She started to move lower and as she did I
moved my hands to her breasts and started to return the favor, playing
with her nipples under the sheer fabric of her dress.
It was all happening so fast. I heard the snip of my pants being undone
and at the same time the sound of her zipper as I unzipped the red cloth
that separated us. She stood up and let the dress fall to the ground and
I lifted my butt from the couch and she slipped my pants off. We were in
our underwear, and there was no tent springing from mine. But that
didn't seem to phase her. She came back onto the couch and her long
fingernails started to trace patterns across my thigh as she brought her
face close to mine and we started to neck again.
There was a slight move, she took the lead, and suddenly I was in a
slightly different position, almost lying down with her above me. She
was taking control, she was in charge and she knew what she wanted. She
moved down my body and left her bra somewhere above me. She came back
up, and we kissed. She went a bit higher and there were her breasts
before me, I went to work on them taking first the right and then the
left into my mouth. I felt her slight shudders and I wondered why I was
doing this, what was I doing, my mind reeled. I was starting her engine,
but I knew that I would be unable to drive the car. She moved back down,
her foot entwined in the waistband of my shorts taking the last vestige
of my clothing off as she moved to my nipples and started creating those
fluttering feelings in my abdomen again. I didn't fight it, heck I even
helped by lifting my ass ever so slightly as my shorts feel away to the
floor.
Then after a few minutes pause there she headed further to the south.
She stroked my thighs, opening my thighs ever so slightly. Her kisses
were soft and supple and she kissed the inner tender areas of my flesh,
but alas, there was no awakening of the rigidness in my member. She
lifted my leg ever so slightly and then she was licking me right near my
balls, but not touching the semi-hard member. She was working her tongue
below that and started to massage and kiss by rectum. I moved ever so
slightly providing her with a greater level of access to my bum and she
started to massage my anus with her tongue and one of her fingers. It
was getting slippery back there and each time she would rub her finger
there would be just a little more pressure. I found myself pushing back
just a little each time her fingertip passed over the rosebud of my ass,
and soon there was a parting, as small as it was, of the ways and her
finger pierced my anus and started to massage the inner areas. It was
electrifying. She had lubed the area quite well and the fingers seemed
to have no problem exploring the area, she touched the prostate, or
something damn close and I felt a siring in the once dead piece of flesh
that had lain dormant for months.
Her head moved around and she took me in her mouth. Lisa started to work
both my front, with her mouth, and my rear, with her three fingers.
Three? When had she moved from one to three? It felt full and yet there
was no discomfort. I was getting harder, I was becoming a man again. And
she continued to stroke me from behind, speeding up and slowing down,
with the action of the mouth on my cock.
Slowly she turned and she brought her legs up to my head. With one swift
move she slowly removed that last piece of clothing between us and I
heard her panties fall to the floor near mine. My eyes were closed as I
enjoyed her work and I was in the heat of passion, something I hadn't
felt in over a half a year. The thoughts of my wife had long since been
banished, I was a man again. Lisa was making me hers and I was ready to
be hers. And then it hit me. No not an idea or a thought. Something
brushed against my lips and at about the same time Lisa thrust deeply
with her three fingers. I opened my mouth and what had brushed along my
lips slipped between my open lips and landed along my tongue.
I opened my eyes to see a pair of balls and realized that the thing in
my mouth was a semi hard cock, which was attached to this vision of love
that was making me whole again. I have no idea if it was the moment, the
pleasure, the way my body was feeling, or some piece of me that I had
never explored before, but I found myself closing my lips around the
thing in my mouth and sucking it down. All the while I was getting
closer to my orgasm, and it was intense. I could feel it like never
before. My ass was on fire, my stomach was churning with a desire to be
filled and this thing in my mouth just felt right. The whole experience
was coming together and it was feeling all too right.
I started to focus on what I was doing, giving a blowjob, and I realized
that the angle wasn't right, so I tilted my head back a few inches. Then
I started to realize that this thing in my mouth was growing and getting
both harder and thicker. It must have been at least nine inches long and
it was smooth, it tasted almost like a mintyness and I realized that I
was tasting Lisa's precum. As her cock worked its way up and down in my
mouth I started to work my tongue around the underside feeling the veins
and her head work deeper into my throat. I could have sworn that there
would be some sort of gag reflex, but with each small thrust I could
feel her both expanding in girth and sliding a bit further down and all
I knew was that I wanted to have more of her inside of me.
I was being violated in my mouth and in my ass, and I was in heaven. I
had never felt this way before. It was as my body was developing a
rhythm of its own, and a warm glow was spreading from my midsection up
to my breasts and down to my toes. This was unlike anything I had ver
experienced before. And then the tingling started to focus finally on my
cock and balls, and I knew I was going to have an extreme orgasm. My
asshole started to throb around her fingers, my chest was on fire and my
entire body was lit as if by some form of electricity that flowed from
her fingers deep inside of me and the cock now nestled deep within my
waiting and wanting mouth. The flow went across my chest and traveled
down to a place below my stomach and straight up through my balls and
cock and I exploded. I could feel myself pumping stream after locked up
stream of my cum into her waiting sucking mouth and yet this explosion
wasn't at all like any orgasm I had ever had before. As her fingers
continued to work my asshole and her cock my mouth, I felt something
inside of me having a mini-orgasm that was separate and distinct from
what I had ever felt before.
Unlike my old process of being spent and having immediate come down,
this kept on building like a fire that couldn't be put out. Lisa removed
her fingers and her cock, and I knew I felt empty and wanted them both
back in me, probing, plunging, stroking and setting me afire. She
quickly swapped positions and came to me face-to-face, her eyes wet,
lips still dripping with strands of my ejaculation and she leaned
forward, placing her lips gently on mine. Lisa started to kiss me and I
could taste myself on her and then she moved her tongue against my lips
and they parted, and she started to feed me some of my own seed.
It was natural, it was good. And while she did this she took her left
hand and gently raised my right leg, lifting my butt slightly off the
couch. I could feel her breasts rubbing against mine as she shifted her
weight and while still liplocked and with her tongue invading my mouth I
felt her continue to shift positions.
My ass was spread wide, and my hole had been well lubricated and worked
open, so I almost didn't notice the slight force of something making a
penetration and then, before I knew it she was pushing the head of her
cock past my sphincter and sliding the monster deep within me. As if it
was a pussy my ass opened up to her, and with each stoke it wasn't as if
she was pushing into me, but it felt more like I was sucking her in. I
felt her bottom out as her balls slapped against me, and then she
started lovingly slow long stokes, pulling almost all the way out,
pushing all the way in.
Our lips parted and then for the first time either of us spoke, and it
was me, in a low whisper of a voice, "Lisa, please take me, fuck me,
make me yours." And with that she started to pick up the pace. My chest
was burning, electricity was flowing through her into me, with each
stroke I was becoming even more lost in the passion. I felt my ass start
to spasm as she plunged deeper and harder into me. I was on fire. I was
electric. She was driving me and my spent cock was no longer flaccid,
but erect. My balls were aching and as she said "I'm going to cum." I
wrapped my leg around her trying to pull her deeper into me as I felt
her start to expand. And then I was overcome with a series of intense
orgasms, my ass throbbed around her cock as it pistoned in and out
faster and faster, tightening and wanting to milk her seed into me. My
own cock and balls tightened for the second time and I felt myself
ejaculate between our stomachs. And Lisa's back arched and she expelled
a final breath before I felt myself fill with her. A warmth spreading
through me, as she pushed time and again, thrusting as deep as she could
and marking me as hers.
And then the passions started to subside. She came to me, face to face
and our lips touched, we were locked in an embrace and I was trying to
not let her go. Our tongues fought a passion play, and she and I stayed
like that for what felt like an eternity as I felt her cock slowly start
to shrink, and finally, to slide out leaving me feeling empty. We
snuggled together like this neither one of us willing to break the
contact that had just minutes ago been so intense. My body was aching
for her, and my mind was reeling. Was I gay? No, this was a beautiful
lady that held me in her arms. But didn't I just suck a cock? Didn't I
just let a cock penetrate me, and didn't I just love it? Wasn't I
already thinking how wonderful this was, and how I wanted to be taken by
Lisa again, and soon?
Lisa looked down at me, a smile on her face. "I guess we are friends and
lovers now." She said. And in that moment I knew that it was true. I
wasn't thinking about the man who might be doing my wife. I wasn't
thinking about my meds that had made me so mad for so long. I was
thinking about Lisa and I. I was thinking about us, not as two
individuals, but as a couple. But what surprised me the most was that I
was looking up into her eyes and I knew that this was my role. I was
where I wanted be. Beneath her, being taken. My eyes started to fill and
I said, "I'm yours." And with those words I sealed my fate and our
future. I had accepted my role as the submissive partner in our
lovemaking. I had done so willingly. I had decided that this was where I
wanted to be, wanted to stay.
We untangled from one another and we went off to the shower together.
She took my hand and led me, and I knew that this was right. We started
the shower and together we both entered. She passed me the soap and I
started to wash her from head to toe. When I came to her cock and balls
I slowly pulled the foreskin back and lathered it up with steady
strokes. I was on my knees before her as the water flowed down her body
and she started to grow in my hands. This was no longer me in some
passion of the moment. This was me, being what I was to be. The water
rinsed off the soap and I leaned forward, wanting to take her into my
mouth, wanting to do nothing but please her sexually. I knew I could. I
would be clumsy, but I would learn. Semi erect again she entered my
mouth and reached down to rest her hands on my head.
I bobbed back and forth taking her growing flesh deeper and deeper into
my waiting and wanting mouth. I let it pop out and turned my head to the
underside kissing and licking her member and finally taking her balls in
my mouth and slowly sucking them. She was a ramrod of steel below warm
pulsing flesh. I moved upward, stopping to admire her flat stomach, to
kiss and suck her abs. Higher still I cupped and nuzzled at each breast.
I sucked and teased the nipples so dark, round and hard. I finally stood
before her, her sex kitten waiting to be taken again. We kissed long and
deep. Her cock sticking into me, demanding me, her wanting to be in me
as much as I wanted her inside, to fill the void she had left. We broke
and slowly she turned me away, facing the shower wall. I spread my legs
apart and bent over from the waist, placing my face against the wall and
I felt her hands travel slowly across my breasts and down to may waist.
My ass quivered in anticipation as she leaned forward into me and I felt
her cock again pressing at my ass demanding to be let in. I pushed back.
I opened to receive her. And she slowly rewarded me with small thrusts,
each deeper than the last. The water was spraying down across my back
and she was deep inside of me again. I felt whole, and at peace. This
time the lovemaking was slow, she played it out, teasing me, and staying
with me through the multiple times my body was overcome with warmth.
Each time I would tighten down, hoping to draw her seed back into me,
waiting for her to expand and explode. Yet she kept control, and five
minutes turned into ten, ten to fifteen, and as the water started to run
cold she sped up, creating a massive heat between us. Finally, without a
word she leaned forward into me, her breasts on my back, her lips and
tongue caressing my ear. I turned my face to her and our lips met as she
made the final pushes, expanding and planting her seed within me yet
again. I knew I had satisfied her, and that satisfied me.
We stepped from the shower, dried each other off and she led me to our
bedroom. "I see the regime I put you on worked." She said. Then she
explained that, if my male libido wasn't functioning, she wanted to see
if she could start up the female side of if. She had given me an
extensive series of hormones that front loaded and then went to a
smaller amount. This explained my mood swings, my breasts, for that is
now how I was thinking of my former male chest and even the intense
mini-orgasms I had been experiencing. She asked me to forgive her if
this isn't what I wanted, but this is what I desired now. This is what I
wanted. I wanted to be with Lisa, to make her happy, to do what she
wanted me to do. I expressed these feelings as we lay in our bed
together. She smiled, and I was pleased.
The next day I awoke a bit confused by my surroundings. The bed was not
mine. The pillows were different. The smells and the sounds were of what
I had become used to. I opened my eyes a small amount and saw Lisa half
covered lying next to me. My body tingled and I became aware of a
feeling that was a tad raw, and a tad hot, coming from my overworked ass.
I caressed her body with my eyes. Looking lovingly at her large hands,
her well formed breasts, her thin waist. The way that everything rose
softly with each breath as she slept. Without disturbing her I moved to
my elbow slowly pulling the sheet that covered her lower torso away with
my motions. I looked at her feet, nails polished red and let my gaze
wander up until my eyes landed on the prize. With each breath there was
a slight movement in her semi-erect penis. I took my free arm and
brought my hand up to my chest and started to play with my breasts. Now
I understood what had been happening to me, the mood swings, the
tenderness, the changes that had been effecting me.
Lisa was turning me into her perfect partner, and I loved her for it. I
wanted to please her, to make her happy. I leaned forward. Making sure
not to touch her too roughly I brought my head down to her waist and
started to plant small kisses around her groin. I watched as they
started to have the desired effect, her member started to grow. My
breath, warm and soft brushed at her and she hardened. This was really
the first time I could examine her penis while not in the middle of our
lovemaking. She was cut, and I was right about the size, it must have
been nine inches. But what amazed me was the girth. I had thought it was
large, but I had no idea. As it continued to blossom before me the tip
brushed against my lips, and I parted my lips to take my lover in.
I started to suck slowly on the tip as it passed my lips. I rolled my
tongue around the slit at the end, and then draw it along the underside
playing with the foreskin, pushing it back to flick at the glands
beneath. I noticed my breath was coming quicker, and lowered my head
taking her deeper into my mouth. Lisa made a small moan, I stopped and
made sure that she was still in her slumber, she was. I took my free
hand from my chest and wrapped it around the base and slowly started to
jerk her off, feeling her womanhood grow firmer and more rigid in my
mouth. I could hear that my ministrations were working as there were
sharp inhalations of breath telling me when what I was doing was working
right, and what was bringing my lover the most pleasure. I stopped and
looked again at Lisa laying there in the ends of sleep, a smile on her
face, and I knew what I had to do. To date each time we had made love it
was really her that was taking me, I had to give myself to her now and
show that I wanted her. Softly and with as much care as I could muster I
changed my position making sure not to wake her. I placed my leg across
her, not touching her and positioned myself above her hard tool.
I lowered myself until I could feel the head of her cock pressing gently
against my anus. I started to push out a little and continued to lower
myself onto her, impaling myself. She slipped in like a hand fitting
into a glove that was made for it. I continued to press my weight down.
Looking to make sure that she was still sleeping, and then I could push
no further. I had taken her all within me. I was filled, and I was
happy. If this was what it meant to be gay, then I guess I was, for this
was where I wanted to be, and I was doing what I wanted to do. I slowly
moved my body in up and down movement by flexing my legs. Each motion
brought a small exhales from Lisa. My ass was on fire again. Not
painful, but filled with heat. My passion was building and I started to
move faster and faster. I looked into her face, and as her eyes opened I
fell into their pools of blackness. Lisa smiled.
Lisa took her hands and placed them on my breasts. She started to use
her nails to scratch around the nipples and my breasts came alive.
Little shock wave ran across my chest and down into my anus. Then with
each stroke as I moved up and down upon her my anus sent those little
waves back up my body. I leaned forward and kissed her, keeping the
rhythm I had set. She kissed me back with a passion and I knew I had
done the right thing. Her hands traveled down my back and as we broke
the kiss Lisa said "Good morning my lover." I replied "Is there anything
you would like me to do for you today?" And the stroking of her member
within me continued. He breathing picked up in pace, getting shorter,
and I moved my stokes to match it. Faster, shorter and deeper I fed her
into me. We were on fire once again. We two were one, and my goal was to
make me live by taking everything from her within me. I pressed down as
had as I could so that every possible piece of her flesh would merge
with mine. We were pounding at a furious pace and then I felt her start
to expand. I knew I was the one bring her to orgasm, and that started
mine. I could feel my ass spasm around her, pulling her in as deep as I
could, not wanting to let her go. On each upstroke my bady naturally
clenched to keep each lovely inch of her within me, and she continued to
grow, to fill me. And then, all to quickly Lisa exploded, an explosive
breath came from her and at the same time I felt her cum deep within me.
I didn't stop. I milked her dry. Lisa enclosed her arms around me, we
were locked together, her inside of me, my ass refusing to let go of
it's prize. We kissed, passionate but slowly. "you are exactly what I
wanted you to be." Lisa said with small whispers, "but we have so much
more to do, you have so far to go, I'll lead you there, my lover, my
friend."
I was in heaven. We snuggled that way until she became flaccid again and
with a small pop, we were again two, not one. I felt some of her seaman
leak and I forced myself to close, to hold her within me. To keep the
prize so hard fought and won. I rolled off and she caressed my tits.
"These will be beautiful." she said and I knew that I wanted them to be
so, for her. Her hand flowed down my stomach to my penis, she held the
semi-erect member and said, "and this, you will not miss it any longer,
you have found a place where you get your joy from someplace else. I
knew that you were unhappy, and I love you and wanted you to be happy,
and this is how we will make sure you are." And in that moment I knew
that this was a journey of choice, that I had chosen, and that she was
right. I had found more pleasure riding her to her orgasm than I could
remember ever having with anyone before.
Thirty minutes later, still with her scent about me, mingled with the
scent of our early morning lovemaking, I went out, got into the car and
drove to my home. I was alive and the entire way I considered how I
could tell my wife that what we had been over. That chapter of my life
had come to an end. I didn't want to live the fraud. It didn't help that
one of my golf buddies was just leaving as I walked in the front door.
So we discussed our future together and we agreed that it would be best
if we both spent some time away. I offered to be the one to leave our
home, even though we both knew that she had been the one to sleep
around, she didn't know what had become of me the prior evening. I
expected that I would keep it that way. I packed up some of my
belongings and loaded the car and went back to Lisa's.
As she helped me move my things in, she listened to the developments.
She was overjoyed. We kissed passionately and she stroked my hair.
"Now," she said, "we have work to do on you." And with that she had
decided my fate. I was to follow her regime, from the health spa to
personal care. I was to do what she did when she did it. I was to be
with her, as her lover and her friend, and I was to take my role and
play it to the hilt. I agreed. It was what I wanted to do.
The doctors said that I had no choice, I was going to have to take the
medicine for the rest of my life, or the heart disease was going to kill
me. And to think, I was just 40 years old. I looked at the small caps
that were going to change my life for good. They looked harmless enough,
but as the doctor said, they would have side effects. How was I to know
that the major side effect of anti-cholesterol drugs at 40mg was ED?
It didn't happen all at once, but slowly I noticed that being with my
wife was taking more effort. The libido wasn't working the way it used
to. My desire was down, and when my mind was on business, well it wasn't
on business. Heck the only time I seemed to get hard anymore was when I
was in the "library", okay, the can.
I asked the doc about this and he said, "It's actually got a lot to do
with the pressure on the prostate." I mean, what the hell was going on?
I decided to test his theory and I kept my bowels closed off for almost
a day. Damn if he wasn't right. I had a real hardon going down and while
there were no thoughts of sexuality and the libido was still in neutral,
the thing was a raging piece of steel.
So, I asked the wife. "Honey, when we are doing the wild thing, could
you please press your fingers against my prostate and help me get and
maintain an erection?" The look on her face was one of disgust. "You
want me to play with your asshole? What is wrong with you? Are you going
gay? I didn't marry you to be with some freaking faggot."
Well that was one idea that wasn't going to fly. On the other hand, my
libido wasn't up to doing my "husbandly duties" without some form of
help. And so over the next few months our love life became a listless
oasis of barren nights with each of us seeking solace in sleep at the
far end of the king size bed.
At first I tried to see if there was an answer. If there was a medical
way to get past this. If just somehow there was a way that the effects
would drop off. Was there a way for me to be the man I once was. There
was nothing. And all this time, in the back of my mind, I wondered if
maybe, just maybe she was right. So it wasn't long before I started to
surf the net seeing if the pictures of "men" there would somehow have
any effect. Another dead-end. I just didn't find the male body sexually
attractive. Oh sure, I could say that this guy or that was handsome, but
there was no attraction there. I knew I wasn't gay.
So, this was it. Life without sex. A eunuch. What a depressing thought.
Well, actually the depressing piece was that there was no thought. I was
heading into six months with a wife in bed who was becoming a complete
stranger. Yes, the good doctors had kept me alive, but in doing that
they had taken a piece of the heart and soul out of life and replaced it
with an empty vessel. Well, at minimum a vessel that couldn't get hard,
and a mind that couldn't get excited.
Then it happened. I was at Starbucks, do you know that they will soon
have one of those at every corner? And I was wallowing in my personal
misery when she sat down at the table next to mine. It all started so
innocently with a "Why so glum, It's a beautiful day." I looked up to
see just the type of girl I would have chased if I had been a few years
younger and unsaddled with a now dead marriage. She was a mix of Asian
and Caucasian with flowing brown hair that seemed to float around her
neck and shoulders. She was dressed in a casual style, light makeup that
accented the high cheekbones and slight almond shape to her eyes. Maybe
there was a touch of lip liner and a smidgen of gloss, but it was very
understated. Her fresh clean look screamed a soft inner sexuality and a
certainty seemed to float about her. This was certainly a woman who knew
what she wanted and was able to get whatever she desired.
Drawn in by her question and her visible charm I got up and asked her,
"So, why is this day so beautiful to you?"
"Well, I have just broken up with a guy who didn't know how to treat me,
and that means that life is having a new beginning." I nodded as she
continued, "Some guys want to think that taking charge is all fine and
good, but sometimes a woman needs to take a bit of control, and most men
don't be able to get past their manly man-ness to be able to pass
control on to their partners." And thus began my unknown descent into
the position I find myself in today.
We talked. We talked for hours. I found myself telling this total
stranger things I wouldn't talk about with my closest drinking buddies.
We got around to my health and then I told her of the problems that
medicines can cause, both the physical ones and the emotional ones.
Throughout the entire afternoon I found myself being swallowed up in her
dark eyes, being led to release more and more of my deepest inner space
to this person I had just met. Four hours later it was time for us to
part, we must have said "goodbye" three times before I stammered out
that I didn't even know her name. Lisa.
So Lisa and I exchanged numbers and made a non-commitment to potentially
see one another again^Ã… And with that it was over, as fast as it began,
and I went back home to the white picket fence life that I thought I
lived. What I was far from ready for was the surprise that came after
dinner.
"Dear, it has been six months since we have been able to really make
love, and I'm very unsatisfied with how this is going, so I talked to an
herbologist this morning and they told me that you should be taking
these pills to help you with you little problem." That "little" was
stressed a tad more than I would have liked. And with that my wife
handed me a bottle with 20 small pills in it. And so began my foray into
adding natural medicine to my diet to try to put some steel back into my
pants.
The following week it was another herb concoction I was supposed to
drink before bedtime. Then it was some powder that was to be added to my
morning OJ. And over the next 4 weeks it was a series of different mixes
and concoctions that all were supposed to provide me with aid so I could
comfort my wife, and in the end provided nothing but false hopes.
During this time I saw Lisa again, well make that again and again. It
was like Tuesday with Lisa. We would meet at our Starbucks, yes, I was
thinking of it now as "our Starbucks" and she would pry the latest tales
from me on the torture that my marriage had become. She understood, and
not once did I feel that she was laughing at me or treating me any
differently than she would have treated me if I had a working and
properly functioning tool. It was refreshing to be having a relationship
with this gorgeous woman who wasn't passing judgement on me and finding
me lacking.
I guess that it had just been the end of the "wash your feet with this
soap, sprinkle this ash in your hair and chant `pookie pookie yam yum'
while putting this green paste in your navel" period when Lisa said that
she thought there was a way to get my sexual engine running again, but
that it would be different than all the silly stuff we had been trying
to re-steel the tent pole. With that she gave me a set of small bottles
with series of instruction. She said that I should start to feel some
changes in about two weeks, but that she wouldn't be able to tell me
what was going to happen because it effected everyone differently. She
did make it clear though that none of the stuff had ramrod hardener in
it, but that it should effect my libido.
So home I went and I started the Lisa's regime. I didn't hold out high
hopes. The start had me taking these huge horse pills, but that tapered
off. My guess was that I was supposed to overload the system with
something and then taper back. Lisa was going out-of-town for a week or
two, so I was on my own and there was no one to talk with as I went
through the process. Week one proved to be nothing. I was finding myself
getting a tad depressed and moody about the latest failure when
something off happened. I was in the shower and as the water rat-a-tated
across my chest I felt a tightening of my abdominal, a tingling in one
location and a tightening in another. Odd as it had never really
happened before, and so fleeting that I didn't really think about it
after the moment came and went.
Week two was at an end and I was just starting week three when my wife
decided to make one of those now-futile attempts to awaken anything in
me. So, we necked, and I felt that tingle in my tummy again. And then
she brushed her hand across my chest and it flared up again. Now, there
was nothing happening down there, but I noticed a small piece of me was
somehow sexually charged. The mind was becoming sexual engaged again.
True, it wasn't the same way it had been before, but there was a start.
I wanted to shout to the world how happy I was, but there was the sour
face of my wife peering down at a semi-engorged cock that wasn't going
to do her any good. I found myself thinking about Lisa, about how she
was so supportive. I felt that warm glow return. And I almost didn't
hear what my wife said next, "Honey, this isn't working and I think we
have to be rethinking our relationship. I have needs that you aren't
meeting and they have to be met, so I would like to have an `open'
marriage."
Say what? This is the same woman who was aghast when I told her that I
wanted her to do something with my prostate to excite me, and now she
was talking about an "open marriage"? "What do you mean by that? Do you
have someone in mind to replace me with already?" I said in a rather
heated and emotional way. Yikes, that wasn't me talking, was it. I was
dealing with all these emotions, I wanted to laugh, and to cry, and I
felt flushed and^Ã… "Well actually dear, I was wondering if you would plan
on being somewhere else next Friday night, say take a nice long dinner
out and maybe a movie or two." Well, there it was, out in plain sight.
Not only was I non-operational, she was taking my balls off. She was
going to invite someone else to come into my home and then she was going
to screw them in my bed.
I got up and walked out of the room. There was nothing else to do. This
wasn't a question, it was a decision that had been made and damn it, I
had no choice. I had no one to talk with, not even Lisa, she wouldn't be
back until Wednesday. So I called and left a message on her machine
asking if we could go out to a movie Friday night. If my wife was going
to be screwing some guy in our bed, I sure as hell wasn't going to be
staying around to watch.
The balance of the time until Friday seemed to pass as if in a dream. I
was out when the call came in on Thursday from Lisa saying that Friday
was on and I should pick her up at 7PM for dinner. Somehow the call made
me seem excited inside. It was similar to the feelings I had when I had
thought about her just a week ago. But it was fleeting and with
everything else going on in my life, there was really no time to examine it.
It was 7PM and I was there, for the first time, knocking on Lisa's door.
She came to the door dressed to kill. A long dinner dress in killer red,
matching fingernails and toenails. The cut wasn't so low as to be
exposing, but her cleavage was very clear and her pert breasts were
pushing against the material, but not straining to get released. There
was little doubt that she was dressed for a night out, and in my mind it
looked like more than a movie with a friend. "You have agreed to let me
pick the film if you pick the restaurant, right?" I nodded my consent
breathless at the vision that stood before me. Why would any girl this
attractive want to spend a night with a guy who couldn't perform was
beyond me, but over the last few months we had become close, not lovers,
but real friends.
We got into the car and drove off to the sushi bar I had selected. It
was informal enough to be an easy night out, and it wouldn't feel like
much of a date that way. I really was still bothered by the fact that my
wife was taking some guy into my bed to do my duties, and yet being with
Lisa didn't seem like I was doing anything wrong, as there was no sexual
tension there. In fact, if I was anything these days it was asexual. The
desire and interests of a man just weren't in my being any more. If the
equipment wasn't functioning, then why should the libido even attempt to
start up?
After sushi and small talk, since you really can't have an intimate
conversation when strangers are all sitting around the bar with you, we
hopped back into the car and made our way off to the movie theater. She
went up and purchased the tickets, and returned with a sly smile on her
full and pouty lips. Now that was weird, I had looked into that face a
million times and never before that moment would I have described Lisa's
lips as full and pouty. But there I was and there they were, and if I
had been anything left of the man I had once been I would have been
kissing them, but I wasn't.
Wouldn't you know it, we headed to the door of the latest "chick flick"
and I settled in to expect another boring few hours in a dark room. In
some ways it was a great deal of the same as being in my bedroom.
Nothing happening. Well, that wasn't true tonight. My mind started to
reel as I thought of the fact that my wife was, at this very moment,
servicing some man in my bed. I guess that the emotions started to
finally get to me, because at some point I found myself in tears and I
know that it wasn't the movie. Lisa had her eyes filled up and was
blubbering about what was on the screen, but I knew that the things I
hadn't told her were what were driving my wild mood swing. As the movie
slowly wound down to it's predictable tearjerker end I barely noticed
that her hand had moved to my upper thigh and that it felt right as
rain. I was too busy searching her clutch for more tissues for both her
and I.
By the time we got home and back to her door I realized that it was
still to early for me to go home. (I tried to make some feeble attempts
at not sounding like I didn't have somewhere to go) and then Lisa
invited me in. This was a first. In all our time together I had never
been to her home until tonight, and I had never expected an invitation
in. Not having anywhere else to go, I accepted the boon and entered her
domain.
She went to the kitchen and told me to sit on the couch. It was a small
living room, clean and well maintained. The couch was a bit oversized
and overstuffed, so sitting in the couch was more like getting engulfed
by the furniture rather than sitting on it. There was little doubt that
this was the place where she could plop down and sit conformably
cross-legged while she did her toes. The cushions seem ready to form
themselves into the proper support role no mater what position you
wanted to assume. The TV was sitting across from the couch, and the
remote was calling my name from the small coffee table that was off to
the side. Then Lisa walked in carrying two mugs of what smelled like hot
cocoa. And I started to go on that emotional ride again, with my eyes
welling up and my nose starting to sniffle. The clues were too many and
Lisa said "What's wrong, tell me everything."
Well that opened the floodgates. I started to tell everything. About
what I had been feeling. About what my wife was doing at this very
moment. It all came tumbling out. Between the tears and the sobs the
story of my ruined life was flowing as if I was the chick flick. As we
sat together she leaned over and held me. I only slightly noticed the
clean fresh fragrance of her as she tried to calm me down, and she held
me, and then before I was even aware of what was going on, her lips and
mine met, and she kissed me and I returned it. It was natural. I just
felt warm and right as she slowly took control, leading the kiss, and as
she opened he mouth slightly I responded. He tongue slowly worked its
way into my mouth and her hands worked their way from the side of my
head, down my arm and across my chest.
I felt my stomach mussels tighten and she continued to stroke my chest
through my shirt. Slowly she unbuttoned my shirt and let her nails
crisscross my now swollen nipples. I was so turned on, but even in this
highly aroused state I noticed that my woody was still made of soft
clay. She leaned over and brought her lips to my nipples, sucking ever
so gently. Shocks ran through me. This was new. They started at my chest
and then ran down to someplace behind my stomach. I started to stroke
her hair and her shoulders. She started to move lower and as she did I
moved my hands to her breasts and started to return the favor, playing
with her nipples under the sheer fabric of her dress.
It was all happening so fast. I heard the snip of my pants being undone
and at the same time the sound of her zipper as I unzipped the red cloth
that separated us. She stood up and let the dress fall to the ground and
I lifted my butt from the couch and she slipped my pants off. We were in
our underwear, and there was no tent springing from mine. But that
didn't seem to phase her. She came back onto the couch and her long
fingernails started to trace patterns across my thigh as she brought her
face close to mine and we started to neck again.
There was a slight move, she took the lead, and suddenly I was in a
slightly different position, almost lying down with her above me. She
was taking control, she was in charge and she knew what she wanted. She
moved down my body and left her bra somewhere above me. She came back
up, and we kissed. She went a bit higher and there were her breasts
before me, I went to work on them taking first the right and then the
left into my mouth. I felt her slight shudders and I wondered why I was
doing this, what was I doing, my mind reeled. I was starting her engine,
but I knew that I would be unable to drive the car. She moved back down,
her foot entwined in the waistband of my shorts taking the last vestige
of my clothing off as she moved to my nipples and started creating those
fluttering feelings in my abdomen again. I didn't fight it, heck I even
helped by lifting my ass ever so slightly as my shorts feel away to the
floor.
Then after a few minutes pause there she headed further to the south.
She stroked my thighs, opening my thighs ever so slightly. Her kisses
were soft and supple and she kissed the inner tender areas of my flesh,
but alas, there was no awakening of the rigidness in my member. She
lifted my leg ever so slightly and then she was licking me right near my
balls, but not touching the semi-hard member. She was working her tongue
below that and started to massage and kiss by rectum. I moved ever so
slightly providing her with a greater level of access to my bum and she
started to massage my anus with her tongue and one of her fingers. It
was getting slippery back there and each time she would rub her finger
there would be just a little more pressure. I found myself pushing back
just a little each time her fingertip passed over the rosebud of my ass,
and soon there was a parting, as small as it was, of the ways and her
finger pierced my anus and started to massage the inner areas. It was
electrifying. She had lubed the area quite well and the fingers seemed
to have no problem exploring the area, she touched the prostate, or
something damn close and I felt a siring in the once dead piece of flesh
that had lain dormant for months.
Her head moved around and she took me in her mouth. Lisa started to work
both my front, with her mouth, and my rear, with her three fingers.
Three? When had she moved from one to three? It felt full and yet there
was no discomfort. I was getting harder, I was becoming a man again. And
she continued to stroke me from behind, speeding up and slowing down,
with the action of the mouth on my cock.
Slowly she turned and she brought her legs up to my head. With one swift
move she slowly removed that last piece of clothing between us and I
heard her panties fall to the floor near mine. My eyes were closed as I
enjoyed her work and I was in the heat of passion, something I hadn't
felt in over a half a year. The thoughts of my wife had long since been
banished, I was a man again. Lisa was making me hers and I was ready to
be hers. And then it hit me. No not an idea or a thought. Something
brushed against my lips and at about the same time Lisa thrust deeply
with her three fingers. I opened my mouth and what had brushed along my
lips slipped between my open lips and landed along my tongue.
I opened my eyes to see a pair of balls and realized that the thing in
my mouth was a semi hard cock, which was attached to this vision of love
that was making me whole again. I have no idea if it was the moment, the
pleasure, the way my body was feeling, or some piece of me that I had
never explored before, but I found myself closing my lips around the
thing in my mouth and sucking it down. All the while I was getting
closer to my orgasm, and it was intense. I could feel it like never
before. My ass was on fire, my stomach was churning with a desire to be
filled and this thing in my mouth just felt right. The whole experience
was coming together and it was feeling all too right.
I started to focus on what I was doing, giving a blowjob, and I realized
that the angle wasn't right, so I tilted my head back a few inches. Then
I started to realize that this thing in my mouth was growing and getting
both harder and thicker. It must have been at least nine inches long and
it was smooth, it tasted almost like a mintyness and I realized that I
was tasting Lisa's precum. As her cock worked its way up and down in my
mouth I started to work my tongue around the underside feeling the veins
and her head work deeper into my throat. I could have sworn that there
would be some sort of gag reflex, but with each small thrust I could
feel her both expanding in girth and sliding a bit further down and all
I knew was that I wanted to have more of her inside of me.
I was being violated in my mouth and in my ass, and I was in heaven. I
had never felt this way before. It was as my body was developing a
rhythm of its own, and a warm glow was spreading from my midsection up
to my breasts and down to my toes. This was unlike anything I had ver
experienced before. And then the tingling started to focus finally on my
cock and balls, and I knew I was going to have an extreme orgasm. My
asshole started to throb around her fingers, my chest was on fire and my
entire body was lit as if by some form of electricity that flowed from
her fingers deep inside of me and the cock now nestled deep within my
waiting and wanting mouth. The flow went across my chest and traveled
down to a place below my stomach and straight up through my balls and
cock and I exploded. I could feel myself pumping stream after locked up
stream of my cum into her waiting sucking mouth and yet this explosion
wasn't at all like any orgasm I had ever had before. As her fingers
continued to work my asshole and her cock my mouth, I felt something
inside of me having a mini-orgasm that was separate and distinct from
what I had ever felt before.
Unlike my old process of being spent and having immediate come down,
this kept on building like a fire that couldn't be put out. Lisa removed
her fingers and her cock, and I knew I felt empty and wanted them both
back in me, probing, plunging, stroking and setting me afire. She
quickly swapped positions and came to me face-to-face, her eyes wet,
lips still dripping with strands of my ejaculation and she leaned
forward, placing her lips gently on mine. Lisa started to kiss me and I
could taste myself on her and then she moved her tongue against my lips
and they parted, and she started to feed me some of my own seed.
It was natural, it was good. And while she did this she took her left
hand and gently raised my right leg, lifting my butt slightly off the
couch. I could feel her breasts rubbing against mine as she shifted her
weight and while still liplocked and with her tongue invading my mouth I
felt her continue to shift positions.
My ass was spread wide, and my hole had been well lubricated and worked
open, so I almost didn't notice the slight force of something making a
penetration and then, before I knew it she was pushing the head of her
cock past my sphincter and sliding the monster deep within me. As if it
was a pussy my ass opened up to her, and with each stoke it wasn't as if
she was pushing into me, but it felt more like I was sucking her in. I
felt her bottom out as her balls slapped against me, and then she
started lovingly slow long stokes, pulling almost all the way out,
pushing all the way in.
Our lips parted and then for the first time either of us spoke, and it
was me, in a low whisper of a voice, "Lisa, please take me, fuck me,
make me yours." And with that she started to pick up the pace. My chest
was burning, electricity was flowing through her into me, with each
stroke I was becoming even more lost in the passion. I felt my ass start
to spasm as she plunged deeper and harder into me. I was on fire. I was
electric. She was driving me and my spent cock was no longer flaccid,
but erect. My balls were aching and as she said "I'm going to cum." I
wrapped my leg around her trying to pull her deeper into me as I felt
her start to expand. And then I was overcome with a series of intense
orgasms, my ass throbbed around her cock as it pistoned in and out
faster and faster, tightening and wanting to milk her seed into me. My
own cock and balls tightened for the second time and I felt myself
ejaculate between our stomachs. And Lisa's back arched and she expelled
a final breath before I felt myself fill with her. A warmth spreading
through me, as she pushed time and again, thrusting as deep as she could
and marking me as hers.
And then the passions started to subside. She came to me, face to face
and our lips touched, we were locked in an embrace and I was trying to
not let her go. Our tongues fought a passion play, and she and I stayed
like that for what felt like an eternity as I felt her cock slowly start
to shrink, and finally, to slide out leaving me feeling empty. We
snuggled together like this neither one of us willing to break the
contact that had just minutes ago been so intense. My body was aching
for her, and my mind was reeling. Was I gay? No, this was a beautiful
lady that held me in her arms. But didn't I just suck a cock? Didn't I
just let a cock penetrate me, and didn't I just love it? Wasn't I
already thinking how wonderful this was, and how I wanted to be taken by
Lisa again, and soon?
Lisa looked down at me, a smile on her face. "I guess we are friends and
lovers now." She said. And in that moment I knew that it was true. I
wasn't thinking about the man who might be doing my wife. I wasn't
thinking about my meds that had made me so mad for so long. I was
thinking about Lisa and I. I was thinking about us, not as two
individuals, but as a couple. But what surprised me the most was that I
was looking up into her eyes and I knew that this was my role. I was
where I wanted be. Beneath her, being taken. My eyes started to fill and
I said, "I'm yours." And with those words I sealed my fate and our
future. I had accepted my role as the submissive partner in our
lovemaking. I had done so willingly. I had decided that this was where I
wanted to be, wanted to stay.
We untangled from one another and we went off to the shower together.
She took my hand and led me, and I knew that this was right. We started
the shower and together we both entered. She passed me the soap and I
started to wash her from head to toe. When I came to her cock and balls
I slowly pulled the foreskin back and lathered it up with steady
strokes. I was on my knees before her as the water flowed down her body
and she started to grow in my hands. This was no longer me in some
passion of the moment. This was me, being what I was to be. The water
rinsed off the soap and I leaned forward, wanting to take her into my
mouth, wanting to do nothing but please her sexually. I knew I could. I
would be clumsy, but I would learn. Semi erect again she entered my
mouth and reached down to rest her hands on my head.
I bobbed back and forth taking her growing flesh deeper and deeper into
my waiting and wanting mouth. I let it pop out and turned my head to the
underside kissing and licking her member and finally taking her balls in
my mouth and slowly sucking them. She was a ramrod of steel below warm
pulsing flesh. I moved upward, stopping to admire her flat stomach, to
kiss and suck her abs. Higher still I cupped and nuzzled at each breast.
I sucked and teased the nipples so dark, round and hard. I finally stood
before her, her sex kitten waiting to be taken again. We kissed long and
deep. Her cock sticking into me, demanding me, her wanting to be in me
as much as I wanted her inside, to fill the void she had left. We broke
and slowly she turned me away, facing the shower wall. I spread my legs
apart and bent over from the waist, placing my face against the wall and
I felt her hands travel slowly across my breasts and down to may waist.
My ass quivered in anticipation as she leaned forward into me and I felt
her cock again pressing at my ass demanding to be let in. I pushed back.
I opened to receive her. And she slowly rewarded me with small thrusts,
each deeper than the last. The water was spraying down across my back
and she was deep inside of me again. I felt whole, and at peace. This
time the lovemaking was slow, she played it out, teasing me, and staying
with me through the multiple times my body was overcome with warmth.
Each time I would tighten down, hoping to draw her seed back into me,
waiting for her to expand and explode. Yet she kept control, and five
minutes turned into ten, ten to fifteen, and as the water started to run
cold she sped up, creating a massive heat between us. Finally, without a
word she leaned forward into me, her breasts on my back, her lips and
tongue caressing my ear. I turned my face to her and our lips met as she
made the final pushes, expanding and planting her seed within me yet
again. I knew I had satisfied her, and that satisfied me.
We stepped from the shower, dried each other off and she led me to our
bedroom. "I see the regime I put you on worked." She said. Then she
explained that, if my male libido wasn't functioning, she wanted to see
if she could start up the female side of if. She had given me an
extensive series of hormones that front loaded and then went to a
smaller amount. This explained my mood swings, my breasts, for that is
now how I was thinking of my former male chest and even the intense
mini-orgasms I had been experiencing. She asked me to forgive her if
this isn't what I wanted, but this is what I desired now. This is what I
wanted. I wanted to be with Lisa, to make her happy, to do what she
wanted me to do. I expressed these feelings as we lay in our bed
together. She smiled, and I was pleased.
The next day I awoke a bit confused by my surroundings. The bed was not
mine. The pillows were different. The smells and the sounds were of what
I had become used to. I opened my eyes a small amount and saw Lisa half
covered lying next to me. My body tingled and I became aware of a
feeling that was a tad raw, and a tad hot, coming from my overworked ass.
I caressed her body with my eyes. Looking lovingly at her large hands,
her well formed breasts, her thin waist. The way that everything rose
softly with each breath as she slept. Without disturbing her I moved to
my elbow slowly pulling the sheet that covered her lower torso away with
my motions. I looked at her feet, nails polished red and let my gaze
wander up until my eyes landed on the prize. With each breath there was
a slight movement in her semi-erect penis. I took my free arm and
brought my hand up to my chest and started to play with my breasts. Now
I understood what had been happening to me, the mood swings, the
tenderness, the changes that had been effecting me.
Lisa was turning me into her perfect partner, and I loved her for it. I
wanted to please her, to make her happy. I leaned forward. Making sure
not to touch her too roughly I brought my head down to her waist and
started to plant small kisses around her groin. I watched as they
started to have the desired effect, her member started to grow. My
breath, warm and soft brushed at her and she hardened. This was really
the first time I could examine her penis while not in the middle of our
lovemaking. She was cut, and I was right about the size, it must have
been nine inches. But what amazed me was the girth. I had thought it was
large, but I had no idea. As it continued to blossom before me the tip
brushed against my lips, and I parted my lips to take my lover in.
I started to suck slowly on the tip as it passed my lips. I rolled my
tongue around the slit at the end, and then draw it along the underside
playing with the foreskin, pushing it back to flick at the glands
beneath. I noticed my breath was coming quicker, and lowered my head
taking her deeper into my mouth. Lisa made a small moan, I stopped and
made sure that she was still in her slumber, she was. I took my free
hand from my chest and wrapped it around the base and slowly started to
jerk her off, feeling her womanhood grow firmer and more rigid in my
mouth. I could hear that my ministrations were working as there were
sharp inhalations of breath telling me when what I was doing was working
right, and what was bringing my lover the most pleasure. I stopped and
looked again at Lisa laying there in the ends of sleep, a smile on her
face, and I knew what I had to do. To date each time we had made love it
was really her that was taking me, I had to give myself to her now and
show that I wanted her. Softly and with as much care as I could muster I
changed my position making sure not to wake her. I placed my leg across
her, not touching her and positioned myself above her hard tool.
I lowered myself until I could feel the head of her cock pressing gently
against my anus. I started to push out a little and continued to lower
myself onto her, impaling myself. She slipped in like a hand fitting
into a glove that was made for it. I continued to press my weight down.
Looking to make sure that she was still sleeping, and then I could push
no further. I had taken her all within me. I was filled, and I was
happy. If this was what it meant to be gay, then I guess I was, for this
was where I wanted to be, and I was doing what I wanted to do. I slowly
moved my body in up and down movement by flexing my legs. Each motion
brought a small exhales from Lisa. My ass was on fire again. Not
painful, but filled with heat. My passion was building and I started to
move faster and faster. I looked into her face, and as her eyes opened I
fell into their pools of blackness. Lisa smiled.
Lisa took her hands and placed them on my breasts. She started to use
her nails to scratch around the nipples and my breasts came alive.
Little shock wave ran across my chest and down into my anus. Then with
each stroke as I moved up and down upon her my anus sent those little
waves back up my body. I leaned forward and kissed her, keeping the
rhythm I had set. She kissed me back with a passion and I knew I had
done the right thing. Her hands traveled down my back and as we broke
the kiss Lisa said "Good morning my lover." I replied "Is there anything
you would like me to do for you today?" And the stroking of her member
within me continued. He breathing picked up in pace, getting shorter,
and I moved my stokes to match it. Faster, shorter and deeper I fed her
into me. We were on fire once again. We two were one, and my goal was to
make me live by taking everything from her within me. I pressed down as
had as I could so that every possible piece of her flesh would merge
with mine. We were pounding at a furious pace and then I felt her start
to expand. I knew I was the one bring her to orgasm, and that started
mine. I could feel my ass spasm around her, pulling her in as deep as I
could, not wanting to let her go. On each upstroke my bady naturally
clenched to keep each lovely inch of her within me, and she continued to
grow, to fill me. And then, all to quickly Lisa exploded, an explosive
breath came from her and at the same time I felt her cum deep within me.
I didn't stop. I milked her dry. Lisa enclosed her arms around me, we
were locked together, her inside of me, my ass refusing to let go of
it's prize. We kissed, passionate but slowly. "you are exactly what I
wanted you to be." Lisa said with small whispers, "but we have so much
more to do, you have so far to go, I'll lead you there, my lover, my
friend."
I was in heaven. We snuggled that way until she became flaccid again and
with a small pop, we were again two, not one. I felt some of her seaman
leak and I forced myself to close, to hold her within me. To keep the
prize so hard fought and won. I rolled off and she caressed my tits.
"These will be beautiful." she said and I knew that I wanted them to be
so, for her. Her hand flowed down my stomach to my penis, she held the
semi-erect member and said, "and this, you will not miss it any longer,
you have found a place where you get your joy from someplace else. I
knew that you were unhappy, and I love you and wanted you to be happy,
and this is how we will make sure you are." And in that moment I knew
that this was a journey of choice, that I had chosen, and that she was
right. I had found more pleasure riding her to her orgasm than I could
remember ever having with anyone before.
Thirty minutes later, still with her scent about me, mingled with the
scent of our early morning lovemaking, I went out, got into the car and
drove to my home. I was alive and the entire way I considered how I
could tell my wife that what we had been over. That chapter of my life
had come to an end. I didn't want to live the fraud. It didn't help that
one of my golf buddies was just leaving as I walked in the front door.
So we discussed our future together and we agreed that it would be best
if we both spent some time away. I offered to be the one to leave our
home, even though we both knew that she had been the one to sleep
around, she didn't know what had become of me the prior evening. I
expected that I would keep it that way. I packed up some of my
belongings and loaded the car and went back to Lisa's.
As she helped me move my things in, she listened to the developments.
She was overjoyed. We kissed passionately and she stroked my hair.
"Now," she said, "we have work to do on you." And with that she had
decided my fate. I was to follow her regime, from the health spa to
personal care. I was to do what she did when she did it. I was to be
with her, as her lover and her friend, and I was to take my role and
play it to the hilt. I agreed. It was what I wanted to do.
