1. For the love of Irene


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: JWren, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    startling sight: solidly erect, blood pulsating through thick veins, the bulging purple head was threatening to burst through the thin condom. And it was intended for her. Suddenly, Irene panicked. . . ~~~~~~~~~~~ A virgin when she married, Irene didn’t have any complaints with Oliver’s bedroom technique. He’d had several partners and was a gentle teacher, guiding and talking to her about her needs, always striving to ensure that she was satisfied. But, as the years passed, Irene found it strange that her husband would frequently raise the topic of her sexual fulfillment. She insisted that he satisfied her needs. But Oliver did not appear convinced. In fact, he became increasingly doubtful until he reached the stage of being adamant, shaking his head and telling Irene that she wasn’t being entirely truthful. Bemused, Irene would shrug her pretty shoulders, smile sweetly and tell him not to be silly. “I am very happy,” she’d say. That much was certainly true. And, because Oliver was her only lover, she was unable to form any comparisons, good or bad. Also, Irene didn’t have anything like the sexual appetite of her husband and was, indeed, contented. Still, despite all her assurances, Oliver convinced himself of two things: that his small penis was inadequate and that Irene must wonder about sex with another man, a lover with a bigger cock. And, as years passed and their love-making became less frequent, he believed this dwindling of activity was further indication that Irene ...
    was dissatisfied. The subject constantly filled Oliver’s thoughts until one night, in bed after making love, he could contain himself no more. With Irene’s head resting on his shoulder, he suggested that he should find a sex partner for her. “What?” she said, lifting her head and looking into his eyes. “ Did I hear right? You want me to have another man?” Oliver glanced away from her stare and gazed up at the ceiling. “Yes,” he said, “that’s what I think we should do.” “We? I’m really sorry here, Olly but I just don’t understand what you’re talking about.” “Yes you do,” he said, turning and looking at his wife’s furrowed brow. “We’ve talked about it a lot...” “No,” Irene interrupted. “You’ve talked about it and I’ve listened. Why can’t you understand that I’m perfectly satisfied with our sex. Didn’t you just enjoy what we did?” Oliver bit on his bottom lip and Irene’s brown eyes glared at him. “Well, did you?” “Yes, my love, of course I did but that’s not the point.” Irene sighed. “Oh Olly, why can’t you understand?” She lifted Oliver’s arm away from behind her neck and slumped back heavily onto her pillow. “Will you never believe me? What can I do to prove to you that you’re completely wrong?” “I’m not wrong. I love you so much Irene, always have and always will. That’s why I want you to have the very best in everything and that includes sex.” “But I...” It was Oliver’s turn to cut his wife’s protests short. “No, Irene, you don’t know. I’m the only man you’ve ever been with ...
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