Cuckolded By His Boss
Chapter One Contemplation
Amanda and Charles Morris lay naked together in their large king
sized bed. Their lack of clothing was a
result of an on-going experiment to rekindle some of the passion that had been
lost somewhere during their 15 years of marriage. As she looked down at his semi-erect penis
she knew that this experiment was destined to failure as much as all the others
they had tried.
About the closest they had come to adding excitement to their
marriage was when they had decided to have “date night” on Friday
evenings. Charles would take Amanda to
some local bar, drop her off and come back a little later and try to seduce
her. The first
time they tried it, it wasn't too bad.
With enough imagination they ended up back home each with an imaginary
stranger and the sex had been good. But
Amanda had wanted more than imaginary sex that turned out to be far too
familiar. And so the next time she
deliberately had put herself in a position where an actual stranger could
approach her and make advances that most people would have considered to be off limits to a married woman. But then the real problem had come about when
Charles had entered the bar and found his wife being led around the dance floor
held in a tight embrace. And worse still
the man she was dancing with had his hand firmly pressed against her married
ass cheek. Charles was sure that if they
had not had clothes on they would have been fucking each other right there on
the dance floor. His over-reaction put a
stop to the fantasy and to that attempt at restoring their sexuality to what
they had wanted it to become.
Next they had tried her being more dominant in the bedroom. With a few silk ties to bind him with and a
play whip to make him obey she enjoyed the first encounter. But after about the third try she tired of
having to do all the work herself. Some
might find having a helpless male tied in their bed exciting but Amanda did
not. The only way she could get any use
out of him was to straddle him and use his poor excuse for a cock.
So now she pondered her choices.
One, she could just give up on sex but the notion of becoming celibate
at the age of 35 did not have a great deal of appeal. Two she could always take a lover but she was
not sure that becoming an adulteress was what she wanted either. Or three she could continue to try to awaken
some desire in the bosom of her husband.
She turned on her side facing Charley and allowed her hand to
rest on the hair of his chest. Slowly
she intertwined her fingers into the coarse curly mass. She gave a gentle pull to see if she could
elicit some response and was rewarded by hearing a slight moan escape his
lips. She released the hair and took his
right nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze
slightly. Again he showed that he was
enjoying the attention she was giving his body.
Charlie knew what was coming next. And as much as he desired it he knew that his
body would not respond in the way he wished.
He loved Amanda more than he could possibly ever show or tell her but at
some point in his life, he had lost the
ability to attain and retain an erection.
And so instead of simply telling
her what the problem was he knew that he would respond in a way to make sure
she did not follow through on trying to get him to make love to her.
He thought back to the various ways they had tried to put
intimacy back into their marriage. Date
night had been the most promising but then his jealousy had reared its' ugly
head. He just could not stand to see any
other man paying close attention to his wife.
She changed position slightly and took the nipple between her
long sharp fingernails and began to squeeze.
At first, he seemed to enjoy it
and she noticed that his cock was expanding and lengthening but not to the
extent that it should. So she applied, even more, pressure until he tried to
pull away.
"Ouch, damn it that hurts,"
He exclaimed.
"I thought you wanted it rough in the bedroom. Isn't that what you told me?"
"Not so rough that I am going to lose my nipples. A little pain is different from permanent
damage."
"You really are a wimp, aren't you? What happened to the real man that thought he
would like me to take a whip to his ass?"
"Like I said fantasies are not always the reality. Maybe we should just roll over and go to
sleep."
"Sure wimp let's do that,"
She said as she removed her hand from his body and turned away from him."
She knew that she had hurt his feeling but for some reason the
thought made her a little wet. Perhaps
there was a way to put a spark back into her sex life.
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