- Thu Jul 04, 2013 11:24 pm
#26761
I can no longer keep an erection. Something about the veins that are leaking. My wife grasps my penis around the root to make it semi-hard and masturbates with it. But as a beautiful woman in flesh and blood she needs more, and she deserves more. I am a couch in the local soccer club. My wife knows the players from social functions and because she has a cleaning job in the sports hall and frequently comes to clean right after a game or training while the players are still hanging around. I have suggested, that some players could help her out, but that she rejected out of hand. That is until I found a way ahead.
One day the facilities were to be used by a visiting club right after we had finished, and I asked my wife to come and clean at a set time. But I set the time half an hour too early. The timing was perfect. Whilst the players were showering she came into the dressing room with her cleaning caddy to start cleaning. Then Paul, a charismatic and outgoing player, came out of the shower. He startled for a split second, but then he took the hands of my wife and said: “Come on, let us dance.” She was too stunned to do anything else than following him. But when some other players came out of the shower she pulled lose and headed for the door – then turned around to get the cleaning caddy, lingering ever so slightly, and then departed.
Paul said to me afterwards, that my wife was quite a woman. I replied: “Yes, but she is sexually frustrated because of my unfortunate medical condition.” Then I asked, if Paul would have time to come the next day, which was a Sunday, to help set up a pergola in the garden, to which he agreed. When we started the work I ‘discovered’ that the bolts to hold the wood were too short. The nearest hardware store open on Sundays was 45 minutes’ drive away. I apologized and set out. When I came back nothing was said, but there was something different in the air. With the good bolts we soon got the pergola up, and Paul then helped with some other jobs before he departed.
When I came home from work the next day Paul’s car stood outside. When I entered he was about to leave. He said that he had forgotten his cap the previous day. Oh yea! I had never seen him wearing a cap. Did I experience one moment of jealousy and anger? I am afraid so. But I caught myself. This is what I wanted and what my wife needed. I thanked Paul for everything he had done the day before.
It was about a week later, when my wife masturbated with my stump, that I asked: “Is it good to get a real cock?” She hesitated, but then answered, that it was good, very good indeed. I confessed that I gave her the wrong time for the cleaning on purpose. She also had a confession. Not only had Paul been back, so had two of his friends.
That is about three months ago now. We have a tacit ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ policy, so I do not know what is happening. But my wife is as happy and cheerful as in our early years together, and her mood swings are gone. And she seems to be more popular than ever among the players.
One day the facilities were to be used by a visiting club right after we had finished, and I asked my wife to come and clean at a set time. But I set the time half an hour too early. The timing was perfect. Whilst the players were showering she came into the dressing room with her cleaning caddy to start cleaning. Then Paul, a charismatic and outgoing player, came out of the shower. He startled for a split second, but then he took the hands of my wife and said: “Come on, let us dance.” She was too stunned to do anything else than following him. But when some other players came out of the shower she pulled lose and headed for the door – then turned around to get the cleaning caddy, lingering ever so slightly, and then departed.
Paul said to me afterwards, that my wife was quite a woman. I replied: “Yes, but she is sexually frustrated because of my unfortunate medical condition.” Then I asked, if Paul would have time to come the next day, which was a Sunday, to help set up a pergola in the garden, to which he agreed. When we started the work I ‘discovered’ that the bolts to hold the wood were too short. The nearest hardware store open on Sundays was 45 minutes’ drive away. I apologized and set out. When I came back nothing was said, but there was something different in the air. With the good bolts we soon got the pergola up, and Paul then helped with some other jobs before he departed.
When I came home from work the next day Paul’s car stood outside. When I entered he was about to leave. He said that he had forgotten his cap the previous day. Oh yea! I had never seen him wearing a cap. Did I experience one moment of jealousy and anger? I am afraid so. But I caught myself. This is what I wanted and what my wife needed. I thanked Paul for everything he had done the day before.
It was about a week later, when my wife masturbated with my stump, that I asked: “Is it good to get a real cock?” She hesitated, but then answered, that it was good, very good indeed. I confessed that I gave her the wrong time for the cleaning on purpose. She also had a confession. Not only had Paul been back, so had two of his friends.
That is about three months ago now. We have a tacit ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ policy, so I do not know what is happening. But my wife is as happy and cheerful as in our early years together, and her mood swings are gone. And she seems to be more popular than ever among the players.
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