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My husband told me we weren’t having sex anymore [Part 2]

Warning: 18+ only. Very sexy NSFW content!

My husband’s pussy-free marriage was about to take a turn for the wild…

Be sure to check out Part 1 to learn how Lisa and James ended up in such a strange situation.


The guy kissing his way down my neck told me his name was Antonio.

I met Antonio at the bar down by the beach. He had a sexy Spanish accent and a body that looked like it would melt in my mouth.

He bought me a drink. We chatted. I wanted him.

We ended up back at his hotel room, a short walk from the bar.

I know I shouldn’t be doing this.

He’s got my top off. His pants are unzipped.

Then I’m down to bra and panties, in his lap. Feeling the steel-hard bulge press into my leg as we make out.

Through the alcohol and the lust, something says to me:

Hey, Lisa? Remember that you’re married? That, uh, means something?

Shut up conscience, the lusty part says back.

He’s got a hand on my breast. Somehow my bra came off. His fingers toy with the nipple, sending a shock through my whole body.

I feel the heat building between my legs.

“Lie down,” he commands.

I do what he says. He kisses along my stomach… then he’s nibbling up and down the inside of my thighs.

God, I moan.

His stubble-covered jaw is between my legs, then.

I feel him through my panties.

He reaches to pull them off me.

I almost raise my hips to help him take them off.

I’m aching to feel his mouth on me.

Then:

“No. Wait, stop…”

I can’t explain why it happened right then. I guess my slut defense system woke up.

I sat up, with my hand on his forehead.

“I can’t do this. This isn’t right.”

Antonio, delicious hunky Antonio, looks like a kicked puppy.

“I’m sorry… It’s just… I’m married.”

He’s sitting on the couch next to me now, hands in his lap.

“You are married? And your husband lets you out all night with strange men?”

Funny. He’s right, too.

“It’s not like that. Okay, I guess it is sort of like that but it’s not what you think. It’s weird.”

I apologize to Antonio for his blue balls, then gather up my clothes to leave.

On the way out I give him a kiss… on the lips.

It’s full of passion. For a moment I wonder if I’m making the right decision.

I leave him my number.

I text James as I get in the car.

On the way babe.

Nothing happened, sorry. 🙁


We did a lot of talking since James decided to become a monk.

Okay, he isn’t really a monk. I can’t think of any other way to describe it.

I still don’t understand why he told me he didn’t want to have sex anymore.

Some kind of spiritual quest he wants to go on. I don’t know. It’s all mumbo-jumbo to me.

At first I agreed to it because I thought he’d cave in. James hasn’t ever gone more than a week without pestering me for sex.

I gave him what he wanted. No more pussy for a long time. Let’s see how you like it, fucker.

Okay, so he didn’t cave.

Yeah, I missed having sex.

He told me if I want it, it’s got to be from other guys.

We’re married, hello? How can I do that?

How can he want that? It’s so… icky.

That’s what I told myself for the first few weeks.

I knew James couldn’t hold out forever.

One night I tried to force the situation.

He likes going down on me, so I told him I wanted him inside me.

He wasn’t even hard.

I told him to try anyway. He couldn’t even get it hard enough to go inside.

It’s all very confusing to me.

I don’t know if he’s faking it or what. And I still don’t understand why.

I realized that he was serious, though. If I wanted sex I had to get it from a man besides my husband.

Maybe that’s not such a bad thing. I hadn’t paid attention since we got married. Sure, the odd stud at the gym, occasionally… but I wasn’t on the prowl.

I never noticed how many fine specimens were out there.

And I could have any of them? The ones that weren’t taken, anyway… well, that’s a bargain.

As the weeks went by, the fantasies became more intense. Was James really that fulfilling in bed, even when his stuff worked?

Maybe I should get with a younger stud who could fuck me right…


So back to this thing with Antonio.

I told my girlfriend Sandra about the ‘deal’ James and I made.

“No way!” she said. “He wants you to fool around? That’s…”

“Sick, right?”

“It’s sexy, is what it is. Wow. I need to find a guy like that.”

“Are you serious?”

“Hell yes I am. I think that’s hot as fuck. It’s so kinky,” she said. She was clearly enjoying it.

“I haven’t felt the same way,” I admitted.

“Why? What’s bugging you?”

“I don’t want to cheat on my marriage.”

“This isn’t cheating, babe.”

“What do you mean?”

“Cheating is when you lie and go behind his back. This is his idea. You can’t cheat when it’s in the rule book.”

I hadn’t thought of it that way before.

I didn’t tell her about the other issue… that James couldn’t get it up anyway…

I realized right then that there wasn’t any good reason for me to keep sex in the marriage.

My husband wanted it. My best friend thinks it’s sexy.

On the way home after our conversation, I felt cold. I wanted the physical closeness.

I wanted to get fucked good.

I heard Sandra’s last comment before we left.

“Come out Friday. I’ll get you laid, guaranteed.”

Which is how I ended up nearly naked in the lap of a super-hot Spanish tourist.


When I came home, James was watching TV in the dark.

I hoped I wouldn’t look too messy from getting dressed in a hurry.

My hair smelled like cigarette smoke.

After cleaning up I joined him on the couch.

“How was it?” he asks.

Oh, the usual. A couple of drinks. A hot guy hit on me. I ended up naked in his hotel room.

We almost fucked.

That’s how it is now, right?

“Oh, wow. I didn’t expect that.”

He didn’t sound mad.

“Why didn’t you have sex with him? It sounds like you were having a good time.”

It’s so surreal to have this conversation.

“I wanted to. Bad. I just couldn’t.”

James is bulging through his shorts.

“That’s too bad. I hoped you would do it.”

“I’m still horny,” I tell him. “I wanted to get fucked tonight and I got let down.”

I put my hand on his dick. He’s rock-hard.

“We can try, if you want…” he says.

He pulls off his pants and I move on top of him.

Reach down and grab him. Guiding him inside.

I feel the tip against the entrance.

Then he’s spasming in my hand. I hear him moan as he releases cum all over my hand. It runs down his shaft, collecting in a pool on his stomach.

I feel defeated.

“Sorry,” he says. “I told you not to expect much right now.”

“You know what? Your tiny limp dick isn’t worth a damn.”

He’s grinning at me. He loves this. He loves seeing me angry.

I thought back to Antonio, with his tender attention. His athletic body. His cock that could stay erect.

“I don’t want sex with you anymore. You’re doing this on purpose somehow, I don’t know, but you’re going to get what you want.”

“I hope so,” he says.

“You better hope that I don’t run off with the other guy if he’s fucking me while you’re not.”

“You won’t do that,” he says.

“Don’t sound so confident.” Motherfucker.

“I love you,” he says. “And you love me.”

It all sort of folds up inside me. I fall into him, sobbing at first. It turns into a long hug as we caress each other.

Soon we’re kissing.

“I haven’t stopped loving you,” he says. For an instant I’m back when we first met.

“It’s just that sex is different now.”

He’s right.

“And I want you to get sex from other men.”

Antonio’s face appears to me, dream-like. I feel the lust for him.

“Okay,” I whisper into his ear.


Cuckolding fantasies and female-led femdom relationships work well together, as the story of Lisa and James reveals.

With a dash of male chastity on top, this couple has a bright future exploring the ecstasies that vanilla monogamous couples will never know…

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