22 comments/ 39959 views/ 15 favorites Blind, Deaf & Dumb for Erections Ch. 01 By: SusanJillParker No longer able to get it up, a man masturbates over sharing his wife and watching. Jim sat in the darkened corner of his bedroom more contemplating his future with his wife, Natalie, than contemplating about masturbating while watching her having sex with yet another man. If only his neighbors knew what was happening behind his closed, bedroom door, he wondered what they'd think. If only his friends and her friends knew what was happening behind their closed, bedroom door, he wondered what they'd say. Never minding their own business, no doubt blaming him for her having sex with other men, he could only imagine all that her mother and her sister would have to say about their open marriage. Just once, he'd love to fill her mother's pie hole with his cock. Just once, he'd love to strip her sister naked and give her the fucking that she deserves. His longtime sexual fantasy, he'd loved to make both her mother and her sister his sexual slaves. He imagined tying them both up down his cellar and forcing them to submit to his every sexual whim and perverse desire. Definitely, if he treated them like the submissive bitches that they are by placing gags in their mouths, no doubt, that would stop them from talking and keeping them from not minding their own business, that is, until he forced them to blow him again and again. Yet, in the angry way that he now felt, finally and for the first time more concerned with himself than with his wife, her mother, or sister, he no longer cared anymore about anything or anyone. His turn to be selfishly self-centered, he didn't care what anyone would think and what anyone would say about him allowing his wife to have sex with other men. 'Fuck them! Fuck them all,' he thought to himself. With everything always about her, at the time when feeling so vulnerably guilty for not being able to sexually please his wife, he was only thinking of a way to satisfy her sexual needs as his way to stay married to her. Having always been so sexually attracted to her, even now when he can't adequately perform, deep down he still cares for her. Deep down he still wants her and it breaks his heart to share her with other men. He still loves her and maybe because of the way she looks, he loves believing that she loves him too. No longer able to give her what she really wants, a big, hard cock, his final self-sacrifice for her, maybe having sex with others is what she needs to stay married to him. Nonetheless his willingness to share his wife with other men, missing their romantic and sexual connection, their private pillow talk, and their secret jokes, he wished it was him sexually satisfying his wife and not another man. Surely, not as disturbing for him to have a man's cock inside of his wife's mouth and/or pussy, he wished it just was a woman's fingers and tongue pleasuring her instead of another man's prick. He wished she was bi-sexual instead of being the cock sucking slut of a whore that she is. Not feeling as possessively jealous if her lover was a woman, he could more easily deal with a woman having sex with his wife than a man. Yet, on the downside, if his wife fell in love with a woman, how could he compete with that? Only the chances of his wife falling for another woman was slim to nil. There was nothing bi-sexual or lesbian about his wife. Conversely, unfortunately, and weighing heavily on his mind, after watching his wife with other men for some time now, the chances of her falling for another man were more than good. With him playing with fire by having other men experience his wife where only a husband should experience his wife, it was inevitable that she'd dump him for someone better, someone who could at least get and maintain an erection. Yet to her credit, as proof of her sexual preference, and to his dismay that she wasn't into women and something that added more to his sadness and madness, she loved men, tall men, short men, white men, and black men, especially big, black men. Natalie loved cock, the bigger and the harder the better. Unfortunately for him, she loved the two things that he no longer possessed, a big, hard cock. Nonetheless his sexual affliction, exciting the first few times he saw her sucking and fucking someone else, he didn't like the idea that she was enjoying having sex with other men too much now. Just as she was never this sexually animated when having sex with him, she was never this vocal when having an orgasm with him. "Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm going to cum baby. Yeah, that's it. Right there. Oh baby. Don't stop. Fuck me harder baby. Fuck me deeper. Fuck me faster. Oh my God, I love your big, hard cock baby. Don't stop. Please don't stop. You're going to make me cum baby. You're going to make me cum. Yes! Yes! Yes!" Not so much the fact that his wife was sucking and fucking someone else that bothered him, it was the small things that angered and enraged him. It was one thing for her to suck and fuck another man but it bothered him when she called another man baby. As if a sudden jolt of electricity to his brain, her words coming out her mouth when addressed to another man was shocking. Baby is what she called him. He was her baby, her one and only baby, or so he thought. Now with another man's cock buried deep inside of her and with another man cumming in her mouth and her swallowing, obviously the pricks of other men was her key for her to blurt out baby to anyone. In the way that his grandmother called everyone dear, his wife now called everyone who gets her off baby. "Baby, baby, baby," now instead of feeling special whenever she called him that, he hates the endearment baby. Instead of calling him baby, she should call him sucker or stupid asshole. Being that he's so pussy whipped, instead of calling him baby, she should play the soundtrack of a bullwhip snapping every time he walks into and leaves a room with her in it, especially when he relents to give her something else that she wants. "WH-tishhh!" "Thank you baby," she said when he bought her diamond earrings. Instead of him fawning over her saying that, now his skin crawled whenever she said that. Loving the sound of it before, as if he was her one and only man and her calling him baby was proof that she was his sexy woman, he now hates the sound of her voice. "And another thing," he said during their next argument. "Don't call me baby." Only, even though he finally told her how he felt, he could still hear the bullwhip snapping when he left the room. "WH-tishhh!" With her claws still buried deep in his back and in his wallet, still feeling the sting of the vision of her having sex with others, she still had a hold on him. Unable to help himself, and unable to say no being the spineless, jellyfish that he is, whatever she wanted, he'd give her. With her so different from her first wife, he loved her. He really loved her. "WH-tishhh! WH-tishhh! * * * * * Now that he's seen his wife in action with other men, so very many other men, too many other men, having fallen from her high perch on his pedestal, he couldn't help but think that she's a slut. Never thinking that about her before, he constantly thought about that now. His wife is a cock sucking slut. Always thinking her as so special and so innocent, especially with her wearing white at their wedding, he couldn't believe he was deceived into marrying a whore. What was he thinking? How could he be so stupid? "WH-tishhh!" At a time when he was getting regular erections, constant blowjobs and fucking her sideways every night, obviously he was thinking with his cock instead of his brain. Smitten by the gorgeous way she looked, a tall, busty, beautiful, blonde, and truly believing that someone who looked like her would fall in love with someone who looked like him, he should have known better. Not listening to his inner voice then, now he couldn't help but think that, even when she was faithfully married to him and was a good wife, so she says, that she was a no good whore. Suspecting that she tricked him to give her what she really wanted a long, leash for her to have sex with other men, she always gets what she wants. After seeing the best of her, now thinking the worst of her, he wondered if she had sex with others before he even agreed to have this open marriage arrangement. He wondered about all of those long nights that she supposedly worked late at the office. What could she possibly do that was so important to her boss and so valuable to her company for her to work so many late hours? How stupid could he be to trust her? "Honey, don't wait up for me. I'm working late again," she said walking out the front door. Even worse than her lying to him, he believed her. "Bye," she said in a way that he imagined her saying bye for the last time. * * * * * With all the money he earned owning a construction business, she didn't have to work but she wanted to work. Now he wondered if she had been sucking and fucking her boss for all of the big, pay raises she's received in such a short time. He wondered who else she had been fucking and sucking when she supposedly stayed out late and stayed overnight with her girlfriends because, supposedly, she was too drunk to drive home. "Don't forget Jim that next Friday is girls' night out and I'll probably crash as Cindy's house again," she said and he believed her. With his eyes finally wide open, he wondered about all those overnight trips to New York that she took for her company. Now he wondered if she took those trips alone or if her boss was with her too? Did they share the same room? He suspected the only business they conducted was monkey business. With all the cheating he imagined she's done, being that she already and always had an open marriage, how could he be so stupid to agree to this official, open marriage arrangement? With her rubbing her insatiable, sexual appetite in his face, some open marriage this is. The best of both worlds, she has it all while sucking and getting fucked and he has nothing but to masturbate himself and hoping to cum while watching her having all the fun. Suddenly feeling the sting of whip burns across his ass and buttocks, he's such a sucker. "WH-tishhh!" Yet, accepting all of the responsibility for having diabetes, for being impotent, and for agreeing to share his wife with other more virile men, he had no one to blame but himself. Now feeling sorry for his sad, poor, pitiful self, he wished he was more of a man to give his wife the fucking that she needs. Too late now, with her despoiled by other men, much better men than him, and with him angry that he can't give her what she wants and needs, what he thought they once had is ruined. With too many people in their marriage, her mother, her sister, and now all of these men, he was losing her. Even when she's alone with him, already gone from him to look off preoccupied in thought, she's not there with him. "Ruined. It's all ruined. I never should have relented into allowing her to having sex with others, so many others," he said with his head in his hands. "My first and fatal mistake, I shouldn't have married her in the first place. No going back now, why did I agree to her having sex with other men?" * * * * * Manipulated, tricked, and deceived, agreeing to allow her to have sex with other men was his way of keeping the peace and keeping her sexually satisfied and happy. He was the one who suggested that they have an open marriage after all, a one-sided marriage actually, with his wife having all of the sexual fun and him just watching while masturbating and hoping to cum. It was exciting to watch her in the beginning but not so much fun for him now. Her diversion and something to soothe her sexual frustration, he figured that she'd have sex with only one or two men. He didn't think that she'd embrace the idea of having regular sex with others, so very many others. He didn't know she'd be such a whore about their new open marriage relationship. Deep down hoping that she'd reject the idea of having sex with anyone but with him out of respect for him and for his feelings, his wife surprised him by readily agreeing to accept other sexual partners in their bed. "Whore! Slut! How could she do that to me?" He stared at the wall while imagining her with this man or with that man. "Doesn't she know how I feel? What about me? What about my feelings?" Already gone, even though she's still here sucking and fucking, it was then that he knew that he had lost her. For her to readily agree to this sexual arrangement and for to give herself to so many men, it was then that he knew that he never had her to lose. Obvious to him now, in the way that he presented her the opportunity to leave her parents' house and her small town nearly fifteen years ago, if not now then surely soon, whenever a better opportunity presented itself, she'd leave him too. With him no longer in her bed and with him no longer in her head, it was then that he knew that her heart was already gone to someone else. He wondered which man would take her from him. Good luck to him. Now that he knows the type of woman that she is, he wouldn't wish her on his best friend or his worst enemy. * * * * * Usually, her way of saying thank you, she'd look over at him and smile while another man was pounding her pussy and fucking her so hard that he wondered how she didn't receive a concussion. Imagine that? Not even considering how he felt, she was selfishly happy getting fucked while he sat in the corner staring at her. While another man fucked her mouth, she'd stare at him with sexual excitement in the way she used to look up at him with her big, blue eyes when she was on her knees blowing him. Unable to see him in the darkened corner of the bedroom, he could see her beneath the nightlight. With the glow of light perched over her head as if she was an angel wearing a halo and he was the Devil seething in the corner, he grew to hate her smile. He grew to hate her for the woman he thought she was and the woman that she's now become. So selfishly outrageous, he grew to hate the inaudible and unintelligible sounds she made while making love. Sounds that would, no doubt, haunt him for the rest of his miserable life, instead of dreaming about her having sex with her again, he'd have nightmares of her having sex with everyone. Now figuring more correctly than incorrectly that if she knew a man, she was having sex with him. Never seeing her for what she was before, a gold digging bitch and an opportunist, her having sex with other men has been an eye opening experience. Able to hide her true self from him before, it was impossible to hide her true feelings when so sexually aroused now. Now more sad than sexually excited when watching his wife with another man, he wished his life was different. He wished he had married better. He wished he had married one of the women from his old neighborhood instead of trying to reach beyond his limitations. He wished he had married for love than marrying for an image. She was his Christie Brinkley and he was her Billy Joel. With her being so tall and him being so short, cute and funny before, now that he was bald and fat and she was even more beautiful, he hated the comparison now. With even masturbation eluding him, his release that he could always count on before as a last resort, he was having trouble getting and maintaining an erection even with his own hand. As hard and as fast as he stroked himself at the sight and the sounds of his wife sucking and fucking another man's cock, he was unable to get himself hard. With all of the troubled water rushing beneath their bridge, was it any wonder? As much as he watched another man feeling her big, phony tits that cost him a fortune to give her and sucking on her erect nipples while moving down the length of her beautiful body to lick and finger her pussy, he was unable to maintain an erection. He wished he could still do all that was being done to her now. He wished he was the man instead of just the voyeur sitting impotently in the corner. Ironically, he'd have a better chance of getting hard and maintaining an erection if he thought of baseball, especially now that the Red Sox are still in first place. "Batter up! Another man is at his front door awaiting a naked audience with his wife." "Hi baby. How are you? Let's go up to the bedroom," she'd say greeting her men at the front door while looking like an expensive, gift wrapped package awaiting them to unwrap. * * * * * Uselessly limp, usually ending up sore, his cock would only get half as hard as it did before. With his heart aching for all that he had given up and for all that he was about to lose with allowing his wife to have sex with other men, he was just as broken as was his cock. Assuredly, he was better off not knowing who she was sucking and fucking before. Now with a live weekly show in his bedroom, the pretenses of her being his faithful, loyal, loving wife were just as dead as his cock. Too young to be impotent, what did he do to deserve this? As if trying to blow up a balloon that won't expand, in the way that the air leaks out of an inflatable raft when half-filled after giving up trying to blow it up and letting go, his cum leaks out of his cock. His badge of honor as a man, for someone who is so powerfully influential and successful in the business world, his limp dick is a total embarrassment to him. For the first time in his life, even though he was hugely successful in business, he felt like such a failure. As if his prick is puking instead of cumming, as if his cock is a pussy, red, raw sore, his cum eventually just oozes out of his cock when half-hard without giving him that sexual satisfied feeling. Watching his cum leaking out of his cock instead of gushing out was akin to a firework display loaded with duds or a gun misfiring when he needed it to fire the most. A real disappointment to him in the way that his slut of a wife is, not able to try again for another 24 hours, he stared down at his sleeping cock with sexual frustration. "Wake up! What's wrong with you? Don't fail me now," he said slapping at his limp prick with his hand. "Look at her. She's beautiful. She's sexy," he said holding up his cock and pointing it in her direction as if his little prick could see. "How could you not be sexually excited over her? How could you not want to fuck her? You're not even hard enough for her to suck you?" * * * * * He remembered the days when he could masturbate five times within a twenty-four hour period. He remembered the days when he'd give his wife three orgasms, one with his finger, one with his mouth, and another with his cock. He remembered the days that she'd suck him and wouldn't stop sucking him until he exploded in her mouth and she swallowed every drop before licking him clean. He remembered the days when she adored his cock and never talked about sucking and fucking another man's prick. He remembered the days when she belonged to him and in the way that he never thought of another woman, he never thought of her having sex with another man. He remembered the days when she made him feel so special by calling him baby. Now, here he is trying to masturbate while watching his wife having yet another sexual adventure with yet another man and with her calling him baby. What's wrong with this picture? The sensation of cumming with half an erection wasn't nearly as satisfying when masturbating and cumming with a full erection. Even when he could masturbate by watching his wife having sex with another man or by thinking about getting a blowjob from his hot, bitch of a mother or having sex with her sexy, bitch of a sister, masturbation didn't give him the pleasure and the sexual satisfaction that it once did. Not even a close second, even when he could masturbate, masturbation didn't give him the pleasure that he once had when having sex with his beautiful, sexy wife. Blind, Deaf & Dumb for Erections Ch. 01 Now, watching his wife having sex with yet another man, he felt compelled to do something other than to just sit there and watch her sucking, fucking, and making love to someone other than him. As if masturbation was his chosen, perverse, secret fetish to do, sadly his only self-abuse duty left for him to do, while watching his wife sucking and fucking, he reluctantly unzipped himself, pulled out his cock, and fondled and stroked his cock outside of his pants in the dark. In the hopes of receiving some sort of sexual satisfaction by masturbating while watching other men going at his wife in the way that he used to go at her, he wanted to cum. But too jealous, hurt, and too impotently angry, most times he couldn't cum. Instead of feeling like the macho man he once was or the swinger that he prefers to think he is now in sharing his wife, he more felt much like the pervert that he's become in allowing his wife to be so sexually used and abused by other men while he watches them in seething silence. More than that, it's one thing for his wife and for strangers to know that he's impotent but he didn't want his friends, neighbors, and co-workers, especially his construction crew of employees, to know that he's impotent. The boss man unable to get it up is not a good thing in his business. He could just hear the whispers and the laughter behind his back. He didn't want anyone to know that he was no longer a man, a man's man, a manly man, and a macho man. He'd be so embarrassed if anyone he knows knew that he could no longer get an erection enough to sexually satisfy his wife, especially when having a wife who looks like her. When sitting out on the sidewalk on their coffee breaks and lunch break with the men he employed, they always talked about doing other women. Whether movie stars or strangers, it was always the same stupid but sexually driven and erotically exciting talk. In the way that the guys joked around about wanting to bang this passing woman and wishing that passing woman would suck them, his friends knowing his personal penis problems would take all the fun out of his sexy, women watching games. Yet nonetheless his personal penis plight, he wondered how many other man had his problem. * * * * * Sworn to secrecy not to discuss what happens behind his closed, bedroom door, Mike, his best friend, was in bed with Natalie. While Mike was upstairs fucking his wife and his wife was sucking Mike, Jim could have waited downstairs while watching TV. He could have gone for a drive and returned home after they did their thing but he has more of a chance getting hard while watching someone else giving his wife hot sex. Only, knowing what was going on in his bedroom, he didn't want to watch TV or go for a drive. Needing to see, he wanted to stay there to watch. He has more of a chance of cumming when watching his wife sucking someone else's cock and being fucked by another man. Besides, not only did he want to stay there to see, he needed to be there to watch. As if he had any chance of stopping that, staying with them in the room was his fruitless way to make sure that his wife didn't fall in love with someone else. Screwy logic at best, staying with her in the room somehow made him still feel connected to her and that he shared something that he could no longer do with her by allowing another man to do what he could no longer do. With the increasingly wide gap that his impotency distanced himself from his wife's sexual emotions, the only thing that could bridge that gap was for him getting a hard enough erection to make love to her, to fuck her, and to satisfy her sexually. In the angry way that he felt now, he wished he could take her anally and give her the fucking that she needed to have for him to feel that he controlled her again, even though he now realized that he never did. Moreover, with him needing to be there, he didn't want them bonding more than they already were bonding when humping and sweating while in the throes of having passionate sex. It was one thing for another man to have sex with his wife but he didn't want another man to possess his wife in the way that he thought he did. It was one thing for his wife to have sex with another man but that was where he wanted their connection to end. Afraid of losing her, he didn't want his wife to fall in love with another man. He didn't want them talking any more than they were talking now while having sex. He didn't want them having their little, sexual secrets that he once had with her. Wanting their sex to be as impersonal as possible and without even pillow talk, he didn't want them laughing and sharing private jokes. He didn't want them professing their love for one another while he was downstairs watching TV or in his car driving around the neighborhood. It was one thing for them to be physically close but he didn't want them to be emotionally close too. Not so bad, actually, what worked for her agreeing to have sex with other men worked for him too for a while, that is, so long she doesn't broach the boundaries of their open marriage arrangement by falling in love. To be continued... Blind, Deaf & Dumb for Erections Ch. 02 No longer able to get it up, a man tires of watching his wife with other men while masturbating. Spending more of his hard earned money to buy another whole new outfit that she'd wear only for a few minutes to have sex with another man was always a sore point with him. If it wasn't enough with her buying a new outfit, it was her disappearing for hours on a shopping spree. He always wondered who she was with and what she was doing. She had plenty of other clothes to wear. She had clothes she never even wore hanging there in her closets with the tags still on them. As if to celebrate the occasion and as if her having sex with another man wasn't painful enough for him, as if rubbing it in his face with a new outfit just for some other guy, she had to buy new clothes and shoes too. An endless money pit, always buying something new and expensive instead of wearing something that she already had in her expansive closet, she spent his money as if he had inexhaustible supply of cash just to spend on her. And the sucker that he is, in the way that he allowed her to spend so much of his money, she did seemingly have an inexhaustible supply of money. Money, money, money, it was all about sex and money when living with her. Every month he paid her five figure credit cards, Visa, Master Card, and American Express. He paid more in monthly charge card totals than some people earn in a year. How can anyone spend so much money in just one month? Then, when multiplying those numbers by twelve, she was charging six figures for clothes, shoes, golf and tennis lessons, massages at the spa, hair and makeup at the salon, gas for her car, and going out to lunch with the girls. An endless list of charges, pages of expenditures, the expense to maintain her and to keep her happy never ended. When it takes him ten minutes to look presentable, his wife spent the last two hours getting herself ready. Two hours just to get ready for sweaty, messy, and mussed up sex. She spent two hours of her life just to be stripped naked and fucked. Between all of the beauty sleep that she requires, the two hours that it takes her to get ready, and the hours of shopping that she must do before readying herself for another man to fuck her, that's half the day that he doesn't see her at all. Then, when he does see her, she never looks the way she does now and for him as she does when getting ready for another man. "How do I look?" Instead of telling her that she looks beautiful again, just once, he'd love to tell her that she looks like a whore, a cunt, and the frigging bitch that she is. "You look beautiful Natalie," said Jim kissing her on the cheek when she turned her head. "Sorry. I don't want to ruin my lipstick," she said with a plastic smile. Doing her hair and her makeup and picking out which new clothes to wear for her only to be stripped naked, obviously she was enjoying their open marriage more than he was. Looking so stunningly gorgeous and so crotch grabbing sexy, he forgot how much money she spent to look so naturally beautiful. Acting so coyly innocent, not for him but for someone else, she now looked how he remembered she looked when they first dated. She was such a raving beauty and still is thanks to him bankrolling her hair, makeup, skin crèmes, massages, perfumes, and wardrobe. If only he knew what he was getting into then, he never would have asked her to marry him. * * * * * With his wife naked and on the bed, Jim slowly masturbated while watching his wife having sex with his best friend Mike. All sworn to the same secrecy that Mike had sworn to, it was his neighbor Jerry having sex with his wife last week and, the week before, it was his employee, Larry, having sex with his wife. With her now having regular sex with Mike, Jerry, and Larry, seemingly just as there was an inexhaustible supply of money for her to spend for her to get herself ready to have sex with other men, there was an inexhaustible supply of men for her to suck and fuck. Sometimes at the spur of the moment or at the most inconvenient and unplanned time, when he just wanted to come home and relax, always there was another man in his bedroom doing to his wife what he should be doing to his wife. "For better or for worse, 'til death do you part," he remembered taking his vows. Only, if he had to spend the rest of his miserable life watching his wife sucking and fucking other men while he feebly tried to masturbate, he'd rather be dead. A great existence for her to have her sexual fun with no consequences while spending all of his money, this was no kind of life for him. Walking around sexually frustrated before when he first couldn't get it up, now he was just frustrated with her, with himself, with everything, and with everyone, including his so called friends who routinely fucked his wife. As if sitting on a dock at the edge of a bay, he could sense his wife slipping away. As if she was sleeping naked in a rowboat, he sat there while watching the current take her away. Always cherishing her and cherishing the love that he had for her, never wanting her to slip away before, all for the best now, he was ready for her to go. 'Bye Natalie. Bye. Have a safe trip,' he imagined himself saying to her. He thought of Paul Simon's song, Slip Sliding Away. "Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. Whoa and I know a man, he came from my hometown. He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown. He said Dolores, I live in fear. My love for you is so overpowering, I'm afraid that I will disappear." In love with her, overwhelmed by her, swallowed up whole by her, as soon as he accepted Natalie in his life, he no longer existed. Her bitch, he no longer had a life. Everything was all about her. If only he had the courage to leave her but forever in her power, he should have slipped, slid away long ago. All that he has to do to change his mind of leaving her is just to look at her face, her body, and to gaze in her big, blue eyes. Now when he looked at her, he couldn't help himself from thinking of the Eagle's old song, Witchy Woman. "Raven hair and ruby lips, sparks fly from her fingertips. Echoed voices in the night, she's a restless spirit on an endless flight. Woo hoo witchy woman, see how high she flies. Woo hoo witchy woman, she got the moon in her eye." When he looked at her, in that instant, he knew she was gone. Already sick and tired of her, why he was still with her was a mystery to him. No longer looking at him with love and in the way she used to look at him, she no longer laughs at his stupid jokes. She barely talks to him. Talking more to her neighbors and to her friends, spending hours on the phone talking to her mother or her sister about God knows what, she clams up whenever he walks in the room. Obvious now with nothing in common that he thought they had in common before, instead of talking to him, she reads book after book. At least hoping she'd talk to him about what she's reading or just read, she doesn't even talk to him about that. Who reads a book and doesn't share what she just read? * * * * * The odd thing is that even when he was able to get an erection, he was lucky to have sex with Natalie once a month. Always too busy, too tired, too sleepy, or she had a headache, a backache, or an ass ache, she never availed herself to him in the way that she avails herself to others. For someone who took two hours to get ready, what was she getting ready for if not for him? She never took that amount of time to get ready for him in the way that she takes that amount of time to get ready for others. Now here she is fucking and sucking men every week, sometimes even twice a week, and he's fool enough to sit there and watch her. As if two boats drifting further apart, with her sudden and seemingly insatiable sexual appetite and with his sex drive diminishing, her sex drive is increasing. Sometimes, instead of using their friends, neighbors, and co-workers for sex, they just go to a bar outside of the city to pick up a man to bring home for his wife to suck and fuck. It's all about her being satisfied, sexually and otherwise. It's all about her and never about him. In the hot way that his wife looks, it was easy to find a man who'd want to have sex with her. Tall, blonde, busty, and beautiful, what man, old or young wouldn't want to do her? He still wants to have sex with her, if only he could. Now that she's free to have sex with other men, she's done them all. Older men, younger men, and black men. She enjoys having sex with black men the best. "Black men are better lovers," she admitted to him over breakfast the next morning after sucking and fucking a big, black man. "Black men seem more appreciative to have sex with a white woman, especially a blonde with big tits and a tight ass," she said with an annoying little laugh. Afraid to broach the subject with her before when he could have erections, knowing she never would, her comment made him wonder if she had anal sex with her black lover. He always wanted to stick his cock up her ass but knowing her and by the comments she made that anal sex was animalistic, she'd never want to have anal sex with him. Now she's insinuating that she had anal sex with a big black man last night. How dare she? If she's trying to make him jealous, she just did. If she trying to make him angry, she accomplished that too. 'Frigging whore. Fucking cunt,' he thought to himself. Something he'd never say to her face for fear that she'd hire a divorce attorney and strip him clean of as much money as she could, he thought to himself now. How dare she? How could she be so insensitive to his wants and needs to give all that she gives to a stranger when she never sexually accommodated him in that way, even when he extravagantly supports her? And how could he have been so stupid not to take all that he wanted and needed to have from her. Now that he can't, he should have just used and abused her then in the way that she's using and abusing him now. She was his wife in his bed, he should have just flipped her over and pounded her tight, little ass with his big, hard cock in the way that he imagined her big, black boyfriend pounding her ass with his big, black cock. Yet, even now, now that he could no longer be a virile man and now that he no longer wanted her in that way, no longer caring, instead of asking her the question that he wanted to ask of her about her having anal sex with a black man, he feigned his disinterest. "You don't say," he said picking up the newspaper to read. "Yes," she said looking at him while slowly eating a banana as if she was sucking a cock. She was teasing him. Knowing that he couldn't get an erection and knowing that he was sexual frustrated, he couldn't believe she was teasing him. God she's such a maniacal bitch. "Definitely black men have bigger cocks," she said with a mouthful of chewed banana that give him an image of her having a mouthful of her lover's cum. Never thinking that he ever would and not thinking that he ever could, he was beginning to hate her. Maybe her cooking is the reason for his diabetes, not that she ever cooked. Definitely being that they ate out so much and ordered takeout when not eating out, no doubt, all of that rich, carb laden and sugar sweetened food attributed to his diabetes. Knowing he had a weakness for soda and didn't have the self-control to make the switch himself, he asked her to buy diet soda but she never did. It's as if she hoped to encourage his diabetes to worsen. Maybe that blood pressure pill his doctor prescribed is the reason for his impotency, damn side effects. Being that they see the same doctor, maybe she's in cahoots with his doctor for him to keep his testosterone low and his cock soft. Maybe she puts impotency powder, saltpeter, in his food that was prescribed to her by his doctor. In the way that he thought crazy things, he was beginning to wonder if his impotency was affecting his mind. Definitely her having so much sex with others while spending his money was making him insane. Yet, even after trying testosterone supplements and Viagra, what worked before, no longer worked now and he wondered if there wasn't some truth to what he thought about her trying to purposely make him impotent by the foods he eats and the pills he takes. "You make me wish I was a black man," he said with a sad, little laugh while wanting to add with a big, hard cock that I could stick up your tight, little ass, you cunt. Even though he wanted to say that, he didn't dare say that but he figured that she knew it was there on his mind and on the tip of his tongue. Just as he suspected that she took it up the ass, she wasn't admitting that she took some strange, black man's cock up her ass. "You a black man?" She laughed. "Don't be silly," she said with him thinking that she was about to pay him a compliment before crushing him. "Your cock is too small for you to be a black man," she said with her annoying, fucking laugh. For the first time in his nearly fifteen years of marriage to her, he wanted to slap her across her face. Punching her in her stomach and kicking her in her cunt, he visualized beating the snot out of her before stripping her naked, turning her around, bending her over and fucking her hard up her ass hole. 'God, she's such a miserable bitch of a fucking asshole of a cunt,' he thought to himself. Maybe if he treated her in the way she treated him, maybe if he acted more the man instead of the grateful husband to be married to someone who looks like her, he'd get an erection. Maybe he should have laid the law down with her long ago when she just had to have this instead of that, even when that always cost more than this. Selfish, self-centered, and spoiled, finally he was seeing her for who she was. Instead of being so beautiful, she was ugly. What she was on the inside was finally revealing itself on the outside. Who she was inside distorted her face in a cartoonish image of what he never saw before until now. As if she was the witch in Snow White and the Huntsman, every time she opened her mouth to demand something more, she grew uglier. "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" * * * * * It all started when he was no longer able to maintain an erection long enough and hard enough to penetrate her deep enough and long enough to sexually satisfy his wife. She didn't help the matter with her hurtful comments and by her calling him names, limp dick, squishy, and rubber man. Instead of satisfying her with his cock, putting aside his own sexual satisfaction for her sexual satisfaction, he satisfied her with his finger and with his tongue. Then, after a while, instead of being satisfied with that, wanting more, always wanting more, and whatever he gave her wasn't enough, she'd just roll over and go to sleep. Yet, just as he wasn't sleeping either, he knew that she wasn't sleeping. He knew that she was as sexually frustrated as he was. Only, truth be known, with his impotency worsening, he wasn't sexually frustrated at all. After years of not being able to perform, summoning up the energy to have sex with her was just another bothersome nuisance, as if summoning up the energy to rake leaves or shovel snow. Now because of his impotency worsening, he no longer cared if he had sex with her ever again. If it wasn't for his wife holding up the mirror of his impotency to his face, he wouldn't even think about having sex with her or with anyone, even her hot mother and/or her sexy sister. Although, if only for comparison sake, just once, he'd love to see her mother and sister naked. No longer wasting his precious time looking at dirty photos of naked women or reading dirty stories loaded with X-rated sexual content about having sex with mothers and sisters-in-law, with that part of his life as dead as his limp dick, he was free to do other things. Only, he didn't do anything else other than setting up sexual dates for his wife while thinking of, feeling bad, and feeling guilty about his impotency. Even though none of it was his fault, down deep where he didn't show how he felt, it bothered him that he was no longer a virile man. Wishing that his cock wasn't so limp, so small, and his testicles weren't shrinking, he spent his time wishing that he could give his wife hot sex. For all the times she's fucked him up his ass by spending his money and making him feel bad by the attention she gives her lovers, just once he'd love to fuck her up her ass too. Wishing there was such a thing as a penis implant in the way that there were breast implants, he'd give anything to give his wife an orgasm with his cock again. No doubt there is something to give him an erection but he wouldn't want some urologist sticking a steel rod in his cock. As if he was a robot with a bionic cock, he wouldn't want to have a constant erection. Besides, even if he had a steel, artificially hardened cock, he wouldn't have that sexual feeling that goes along with having a natural erection. The electrical connection between his brain and his cock is forever severed. * * * * * Her having sex with other men was their alternative plan for her to satisfy her sexual needs. With Jim impotent from diabetes, he no longer had very much of a sex drive. Once something he'd do for the sake of keeping her sexually satisfied, he wasn't even interested in giving his wife oral sex. Even when she tried giving him oral sex, he couldn't get hard enough to cum. He always had to finish himself off while she watched. Then, after a while, he couldn't even masturbate himself to an orgasm, that is, without watching her sucking and fucking another man. Now, even when watching her with other men, sometimes he managed to cum, but recently he couldn't even do that. When not even being able to masturbate himself, feeling more like the name she called him, he felt more like rubber man. He felt like such a failure. He could tell, from out of all her lovers, about a dozen different and new ones in the past two years that she liked Mike the best. She sucked his cock as if she was a cheap dance hall whore. With her arms in the air as if she was riding the mechanical bull at the bar and her tits bouncing up and down and side to side when fucking him, he hasn't seen Natalie fucking like that since their Honeymoon. Obviously Mike really enjoyed having sex with his wife too in the way that after pounding her pussy, he made love to her in the way that he used to do and the way that it pains his heart to watch someone else do that to his wife, the once love of his life. "The arrangement was for him to fuck you and not to make love with you," he said to her later when he saw that dreamy look on her face that told him she was enjoying having sex with Mike more than she should. He wished his wife didn't have to do this to him. He wished he didn't have to watch his wife having sex with other men. He wished his wife had refused his offer to have sex with other men. Yet, what was he supposed to do when he couldn't get and maintain an erection hard enough and long enough to part her pussy? He's tried Viagra. He's tried Andro-gel, a testosterone supplement. Both of those worked for a while years ago but not now that he's older, paying for the expensive prescriptions are just a waste of money. With nothing working for him now, he's given up rubbing crèmes on his shoulder and popping little blue pills. His doctor told him that if he lost weight the diabetes would lessen, along with the side effects of impotency too. He's lost thirty pounds with exercise and dieting but now stuck at a plateau, he hasn't lost another pound in two years. Matter of fact, giving up trying to lose weight, he's gained a few pounds after agreeing to allow his wife to have sex with other men. The only thing that he could think of to keep his wife happy and for her not to leave him was to allow her to have sex with other men. Blind, Deaf & Dumb for Erections Ch. 02 He wished she wanted a kid but too selfish to share the spotlight of her life with someone else, even her own child, she never wanted children. Children would have kept her from thinking about sex. After being too tired from working and caring for children, she probably wouldn't want to have sex as much as he now didn't want to have sex. Only now with her nearly 40-years-old and him 45-years-old, even if she agreed to have a child now, he'd be 63-years-old by the time the kid graduated high school. * * * * * It was when he returned home from work that he found the note on the kitchen table with his plate of food, Chinese takeout. With the food still warm, she must have just left. Dear Jim, I can't do this anymore. I've left with Mike. I love him and he loves me. I'll return for my things when you're not home. Love, Natalie Love Natalie? Love me? She doesn't even like me. Love my ass. She doesn't know the meaning of the word. That's it? Not much of a note after nearly fifteen years of marriage. She can't do this anymore? What can't she do anymore? Spend all of his money? Maybe she can't bear to make him feel bad anymore when having orgasms with every man that he knows and every stranger she just met and brought home to satisfy her sexual urges? How dare she? What about him? When is it his turn to have some sexual fun? "I hate you Natalie. I hate you Jim," he said ready to throw his food against the wall but with her no longer there to clean up the mess, he didn't toss his food. Besides, after working all day, he was hungry. Somewhat relieved that she was gone, a constant nagging thorn in his side about wanting sex, he no longer had to deal with her. Moreover now that he didn't have to lose any more weight to supposedly reverse his impotency, he could eat whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. Finally, after fifteen years of bowing down to the queen of mean, he was free of her. Able to go and do what he wants, finally he can live his life. To be continued... Blind, Deaf & Dumb for Erections Ch. 03 Without using her hand, her mouth, and her pussy, a woman finds a novel way for her man to receive and maintain an erection by using just her words. In the way that his wife always thought about herself and no one else, realizing now that he was only thinking about himself when trying to masturbate because of his impotency, he finally thought about how Mike's wife, Connie, must feel now that her husband is gone. He thought about their children who no longer had a father. How can a father abandon his family for a bitch of a woman, Jim's wife, Natalie? Such a relief, he was happy that she was gone? Gone, gone, gone, Natalie was gone. Now able to focus on someone else other than on Natalie, he wondered how Connie was taking the news. In the way that he felt about his wife leaving him, he wondered if Connie was just as happy that her husband left her. Or was she upset and brokenhearted that Mike left her? Erasing his mind of Natalie, Jim, and Connie, he tried to relax by turning on the television. With Natalie long gone and no longer the focus of his thoughts, it was when he was watching television that he heard someone rap at his front door. "Rap, rap, rap." As if he was suddenly Edgar Allen Poe and the light rapper was the raven, who's that rap, rap, rapping at my chamber door? Just a light rap but loud enough for him to hear it over the television, he muted the TV to listen. "Rap, rap, rap." There it was again. Unmistakable this time, definitely there was someone rapping at his door. Unnerved with the diabolical Edgar Allen Poe on his mind and that someone would be rapping at his door at this late hour, he wondered who it was. Could it be Natalie coming home to ask his forgiveness? Nah, now that she's gone, she'll never return. Or maybe she's here to pick up the things she left behind but with her still having keys to his house, why didn't she use her key? Now realizing the selfish bitch that she is, maybe its Mike returning to punch him in the nose for arranging him to be involved with his wife in the first place. Funny that someone would knock rather than ring the doorbell. Again, he wondered who it was. The only person he knew who was in the habit of knocking instead of ringing the bell was Mike's wife, Connie. Funny that he should think of Connie now that her husband took off with his wife when he hasn't seen her in two years. Suddenly free of Natalie and with Connie free of her husband, he wondered if there was any chance for them to rekindle something that may have been there so very long ago. Now with his mind filled with Connie instead of Natalie, she was the only one in the habit of knocking instead of ringing because of their dog going crazy with the doorbell. Yet they haven't had the dog in nearly two years, since Jim started fucking Natalie. With Connie not coming around anymore, how would she know that he no longer had a dog? He hasn't seen Connie since before they put the dog down. Now excited in thinking that it may be her, he hoped that it was Connie rapping at his front door. "Rap, rap, rap." He hoped she was alone. "Rap, rap, rap." If he wasn't so impotent, he'd love to rap her pussy. "Rap, rap, rap." Needing a familiar face to talk to, hoping it was her and no one else, Jim got up from his easy chair to answer the door. He wondered if she looked the same or if she packed on the pounds that so many women do after having children and never losing the weight. No doubt the reason why Natalie was so shapely thin was because she didn't have any kids. Suddenly, he imagined Natalie fat. She's probably kill herself. He imagined Connie fat, she'd probably take her excess weight in stride in the way she does with everything else that has happened in her life, even her husband leaving her for Natalie. Just as he suspected, it was Connie and she looked just as lovely as ever. Dressed in a short skirt that showed her shapely legs and a low cut top that showed her cleavage, with Natalie in his life, he stopped noticing and lusting over Connie. Now, without Natalie here to hog the spotlight of his attention, he was more focused on Connie. With her long, dark hair and big brown eyes, she was such a pretty woman. As if he psychically willed her to come over, here she was in the flesh. Too stunned to speak, she spoke first. "How are you Jim?" Softly and sensitively as if someone had just died and she was stopping by to pay her respects, she asked him the question as if she already knew the answer. Never one to hide his feelings, except for hiding them from his wife, he couldn't help but tell her how he felt. "Not so good," he said looking at her while trying to read her. A sight to behold, she was every bit as good looking as was Natalie. Why Mike would cheat on his wife when he had someone like her at home was beyond his reasoning. He didn't have to try very hard to read her look of sorrow, as if looking at himself in the mirror, he could see his sadness in her eyes. She looked as if she had been crying. He could tell just by looking at her sad face that she must have received a note too. "Long time no see," she said trying to maintain a stiff, upper lip. "Two years," said Jim as if mentally counting the years by the dozens of times that her husband fucked his wife and she sucked his cock. "You lost weight," she said looking at him in the way that he looked at his wife when she was all dressed to greet another lover to fuck and suck in his bed. "Thank you for noticing," he said flattening his shirt against his stomach. "I've lost thirty pounds since I've seen you last but I'm stuck. I can't lose another pound and now with Natalie gone, I'll probably gain more weight," he said with a laugh. "I'll tell you one thing though. I won't be crying while eating ice cream," he said with a laugh. Before he married Natalie, he had a thing for Connie, Mike's young girlfriend, before she married Mike. Sexy and beautiful, he thought that she had a thing for him too back then but that all changed with Natalie. Their furtive looks and secretive flirting never amounted to anything more than hushed whispers and innocent teasing. "You look good. You look the way that I remember you looking more than fifteen years ago when we first met," she said looking at him in a way that she never looked at him before and in the way that Mike looks at Natalie now. "You look pretty hot yourself for an old broad with two kids," he said with a laugh. "You're a MILF." "A MILF? Am I a mother that you'd like to fuck Jimmy?" "Before Natalie, I've always wanted you Connie," he said confessing his desire for Jim's wife. "Who knows what could have been," she said. "Maybe it's not too late to find out what we may have had," she said giving him the eye. Again he considered the possibility of Connie in his life. Now that Mike is gone with his wife and with Connie available, albeit a bit too soon to make his move and his interest in her known, he wondered if he had a chance with her, especially with her still looking the way that he remembered her looking. Already having made a big mistake once in marrying Natalie instead of marrying someone like Connie, maybe it's not too late to turn his life around. Maybe it's not too late to rekindle something with Connie. Although with him no longer able to have an erection, why would someone how looks like her want someone like him? No doubt in the way that Mike has ignored Connie for the sexual favors of Natalie, he imagined Connie being just as sexually frustrated as he is. Instead of wanting someone with a limp dick, no doubt, she'd want a man with a hard prick. Before Natalie, he always had a hard-on for sexy Connie. "Come in," he said holding the door open for her. "Who's with the kids?" Mike and Connie had great kids, a boy 7 and a girl 9. "My Mom is watching them. Jim's gone," she blurted as if to vocalize that elephant in the room when he already knew that her husband was gone with his wife. "I know. I imagine you received the same note that I did," he said. "I did," she said staying silent while staring at him. He looked at her as if trying to read her face. She looked as if she was about to cry while looking at him. He took her in his arms and hugged her. She felt good in his arms and with Natalie being so tall, nearly 6'and Connie about 5'6" tall, she was a better fit for him than his wife. As soon as he felt the back of her bra with his fingertips, he wanted to kiss her, touch her, and feel her. It had been a long time since he's had sex and Connie was rekindling old feelings that he thought he'd never have again. Only, with Connie in his arms, a time when his cock should spring back to life, it didn't. It just lay dormant in his pants as if it was dead. "I'm sorry Connie," he said. "Did you know they were having sex Jimmy?" As if to check to see if he was lying, she pulled away from him to look at his face. "I did," he said telling her the truth. Always able to lie to his wife about everything, he wouldn't disrespect Connie by lying to her. He liked her too much. He only wished he had considered her feelings before, when he allowed her husband to have sex with his wife. "Why Jimmy?" She stared at him again. "Why didn't you tell me they were having sex? What am I supposed to do with Jimmy gone?" She waited for him to respond and when he didn't, she continued. "I don't have any money. He left me with nothing but a remortgaged house and car payments. I have two small children to somehow support. I haven't worked in years," she said with sadness. "Don't worry about money Connie. I'll take care of you and the kids. With Natalie gone and not spending my money, especially after cancelling all of her credit cards, I have plenty of money," he said with a sinister laugh. "I'll support you and the kids. I take full responsibility that all of this is my fault." "Thank you Jimmy but why did you allow this to happen Jimmy?" "I didn't think it was serious. I thought it was a onetime thing. I thought it was just something that they needed to do. I never thought their sexual relationship would continue for two years," he said. "Actually," he paused to look at her and to wipe her tears away. "I agreed for Natalie to see other men but I didn't think she'd fall in love with any of them, especially not Jim. He was my best friend." "Why would you agree to your wife having sex with others? That's just nasty Jimmy." The million dollar question, he looked at her embarrassed before summoning the courage to tell her the truth. "I'm impotent," he said feeling relieved that he told someone other than his wife and the men who had sex with his wife. Suddenly he felt sad that he had ruined his chances with Connie by confessing that he was impotent. More than wishing he could get an erection with his wife, her hot mother, or her sexy sister, he now wished he could get an erection with Connie. If he could get an erection now, he'd make love to her. If only he could make love to her maybe he'd have a chance with her. More than her looks, she was kind, sweet, intelligent, and funny. All the traits that Natalie didn't have, Connie had them all. "Impotent?" She looked at him as if he was crazy. "You? Impotent? Bullshit," she said looking at him with a sexy look. "That's crazy. I don't believe it. You're too young to be impotent." She flashed him another sexy look as if she had just had an epiphany. "Look at you. You're just as healthy as I remember you being." "I'm a diabetic Connie," he said with as much sadness when confessing that he was impotent. "Diabetic?" She laughed. "If your blood sugar is elevated it's because of all the shit you've been eating. Natalie never cooked a meal. It was always going out to eat at the best restaurants for her to show off her new clothes or take out junk food when she was too lazy to get out of bed." "Eating the wrong foods definitely attributed to my disease," he said with sadness. "Disease? Disease my ass," she said laughing at his grim face. "I bet you that I can give you an erection without even touching you." He looked at her and smiled knowing that no matter what she did, even if she stripped off her clothes and sucked his cock that he'd never get an erection. "I'll take that bet," he said wanting to humor her to keep her there talking to him. * * * * * With Natalie gone, not that she was ever there for him, he didn't want to be alone. As if someone close to him had died, he needed her company. Always having to hide how he felt, it was in that moment that he realized how truly lonely he had been. If only for the moment and if only for tonight, maybe they were good for one another. Maybe he could cheer her up by comforting her and she could help him through his sadness and loneliness too. Only she surprised him with what she said next. "You'll have to get naked," she said. What? Pardon? Did Mike's hot wife just invite him to get naked? Wow! Instead of him putting the moves on her, she was putting the moves on him. "Naked? Seriously? You want me to get naked?" "Yes," she said with a nervous laugh. "I can do that," he said. "I'm surprised that you'd so easily agree to get naked," she said with a laugh. "Why not? I've always wanted to get naked in front of you," he said returning her laugh. "I figured you'd be embarrassed to get naked with me after we've had so many moments filled with furtive glances and sexy looks that we shared so long ago. I must admit that it was fun teasing you with my down blouses and up skirts that appeared accidental. It was so easy for me to get your attention by showing your my bra or panties. If only Mike new the sexy games we played behind his back, he'd be pissed," she said with a laugh. "I'm not embarrassed to get naked in front of you Connie, that is unless you're embarrassed to see my limp, lifeless dick," he said. "I've always felt comfortable with you, something that I never felt with Natalie. I was always on my best behavior with her for some reason. A starched shirt instead of a comfortable flannel one, we never had that give and take friendship that I've always had with you," he said. "Well, before I start crying about all the time we've wasted, let's go to your bedroom where we'll be more comfortable," she said. "I'll need a few things." "A few things? What do you need? Should I be frightened?" He laughed. "I'll need a blindfold and something to bind your wrists to the bedposts," she said. "Kinky but I'm afraid you're wasting your time Connie. I'm a lost cause," he said handing her a couple of Natalie kerchiefs and her sleeping mask. "Nonsense," she said. "Take off your clothes, all of them, and climb on the bed." Obediently, as if he was visiting a prostitute and she was attending to his sexual fantasy, he obeyed. Once on the bed, Connie tied each wrist to the bedpost before covering his eyes with the blindfold. "Aren't you getting undressed too?" "No," she said. "There's no need for me to get naked," she said giving him a soft smile. "Not yet anyway," she said with a wink and teasing him by running her fingertips slowly down his chest and stomach but stopping just short of his cock. "You mustn't talk now, not a word. As if you're a mute, you must remain silent now. You must just listen while I give you verbal directions and a verbal erection." "A verbal erection? How are you going to do that when I can't even give myself an erection with my own hand? What are you going to hypnotize me," he said laughing. "More powerful than my hand, my mouth, and/or my pussy, my words are enough to make you hard, as they did before we both married the wrong people," she said in seriousness. "You didn't think that I noticed that you always had an erection around me, that is, before Natalie sashayed herself in your life." "I was always hot for you Connie," he said. "Always wondering where you were and what you were doing, sometimes when I'm alone and lonely, I masturbate myself with the thoughts of you making love to me," she said whispering in his ear. "Wow! And I didn't even say that I'm ready," he said with a laugh. "Okay, I'm ready," he said pulling out his loosely tied hand to put his hand over his penis. "Give me your hand," said Connie tying his wrists tighter. "I'm embarrassed," he said. "Why?" "My penis is so small and my testicles have shrunken to the size of peanuts instead of walnuts," he said with sadness. "I'm going to fix all of that," she said leaning down to ever so softly and lightly kiss him on the lips. When he tried returning her kiss, her lips were already gone from his. "I don't see how you can fix an impotent man," he said with dejection. "Trust me," she said resting her hand on his stomach just inches away from his flaccid prick. "In order for this to work, you must remain positive. The trick to you getting an erection is to believe that you will." "Okay, you're the sexual therapist," he said with a laugh. "I'm ready for you to make me hard." * * * * * "Okay, here we go. If you could pick two women in the world that you'd love to have sex with, anyone at all, who would they be?" "Any women?" "Yes, except for Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, and Kim Kardashian, they're all skanky sluts." "Any women whether living or dead?" "Yes." "Rich and/or famous?" "Yes," she said laughing. "Hmm," he said. "The funny thing is out of all the women in the world, other than you," he said with a laugh, "if I tell you who I'd love to have sex with, you're going to think me perversely perverted." "There are no judgments here Jimmy, just erections." "Well to be honest and being that there are no judgments, I can't think of anyone that I'd rather have sex than with my hot mother and sexy sister-in-law," he said with a nervous laugh. As soon as he said the words mother and sister-in-law, a twinge of life twitched his penis. "Your cock just moved," said Connie. "I know. I can't believe it. It's been quite some time since it's moved on its own." "I don't think you're perversely perverted but after living with, enduring, and surviving their daughter and sister, your whore of a wife, Natalie, I wouldn't think you'd want anything more to do with her family. Yet, whatever floats your boat or, in your case, hardens your cock, works for me," she said with a shrug. "I've met both your mother and sister-in-law many times before and granted they are both beautiful woman but from all of the women in the world, why your mother-in-law and sister-in-law?" "I dunno. It's a guy thing," he said laughing. "Maybe because with guys wanting to have sex with their mothers and their wives' sisters, I want to have sex with them just because they're my mother and sister-in-law." "Okay then," she said as if she was a psychic about to read him. "Tell me what you'd do if you're mother and/or sister-in-law were here with you now while you're tied to the bed, blindfolded, and naked or would you rather that they were tied to the bed, blindfolded, and naked?" "How about if they both were here on the bed naked with me but not blindfolded or tied to the bed?" "That will work," she said. Jim's lifeless cock twitched again and slowly moved as if his lifeless, little prick was a vampire arising from the dead after having a long, deep sleep in a coffin. "Fuck me. I don't believe this Connie. Without even having to see it, I can feel that I have half an erection. Without even touching myself or stroking myself and/or without watching Natalie fuck and suck other men," he said, "I'm beginning to get hard." "Is that why you had your wife whore herself, so that you could get an erection?" "Not quite. Trust me. I wasn't the altruistic one. I had her whore herself because she's a whore and she was sexually frustrated by me not being able to sexually satisfy her," he said with sadness taking over his face. "Besides, what does it matter? I lost her anyway," he said with sadness. "She's gone and I'm a better man for her leaving me." Blind, Deaf & Dumb for Erections Ch. 03 "Well, I'm here to help you Jimmy," said Connie patting his hand. "This is your turn to get hard. This is your turn to cum. This is your turn to have a sexual release Jimmy. Now focus. Concentrate. Think about your mother and your sister-in-law naked and in bed with you. Picture them. Visualize them in your head. Imagine their tits, pussies, and asses. Can you see them?" "Oh God yes," he said. "I'll until your right hand but you must promise me that you won't touch your cock," she said removing her blouse and bra. "I promise," he said. "Reach out and touch them Jimmy," she said putting his hand on her naked breast. "Jesus Connie," he said with his hand all over her tits. "I'm not Connie, Jimmy. I'm your mother and sister-in-law." "Sorry," he said. "Now feel their tits. Fondle their breasts. Caress their big boobs. Now finger their nipples. Pull, twist, and turn them. First one nipple and then the other. First touch and feel your mother and then touch and feel your sister-in-law." "Oh my God, I can see them as if they are here with me now. I can really feel their tits and nipples as if I'm really touching and feeling them," he said moving his hand all over her big tits. "Their nipples are so erect and hard. I've excited them just by seeing them topless, feeling their tits, and fingering their nipples. I'm getting hard Connie, I'm getting the hardest I've been in years." "Stay with me Jim. Focus on them not me. I'm not Connie. Stay with me to visualize them. Forget about your penis and focus more on your naked mother and naked sister-in-law. Imagine your mother-in-law touching you," she said lightly touching his cock before taking his cock in her hand and holding his penis while fondling the head of his cock that was beginning to harden penis with her fingertips. "Imagine your mother-in-law holding your cock in the way that I'm holding your cock now." "Oh my God. My mother is really touching me," he said. "Now imagine your sister stroking you while staring at your prick with sexual excitement," she said slowly stroking Jim's cock. "Can you feel your cock in her hand? Can you see your sister-in-law staring at your cock as if she's hungry for you?" Connie started slowly stroking Jim's cock. "I can feel her stroking me as if she's really here stroking me. "Now imagine them sucking you, first your mother and then your sister-in-law," she said taking his cock in her mouth to suck him as he imagined his hot mother-in-law sucking him. "This is un-fucking believable. Oh my God, I can just feel my cock inside my mother's mouth." She removed him from her mouth to speak. "Now imagine your sister sucking you," she said taking him inside her mouth again to suck him as his sexy sister-in-law. "Oh my God. Fuck me! Suck my cock Connie. I need to cum." "I will suck your cock Jimmy but don't call me Connie. What's your mother's name? "Brenda," he said. "And your sister?" "Audrey," he said. You must only call me by your mother or sister-in-law's name." "Suck my cock Brenda." Immediately Connie took his cock in his mouth again and sucked him while stroking him as if she was his mother. "Okay, your turn Audrey. Suck my cock bitch," he said. Immediately Connie removed his cock from her mouth to give his imaginary sister a turn to suck his cock. "Oh my God. That feels so fucking good. I'm going to cum." Having not had sex, other than with himself, in such a long time, it didn't take Jim very long to cum. "Cum Jimmy. Cum. You can cum in my mouth if you'd like," said Connie. "I don't mind swallowing you." Jim unloaded a volume of cum in Connie's mouth and in the way that Natalie used to do, she swallowed all that he had and licked him clean. "Thank you so very much Connie," he said while she removed the blindfold and untied him. "That was unbelievable." "You're welcome," she said climbing in bed next to him to kiss him. "Yet we're not nearly done yet." "We're not?" "Not by a long shot. Now that your mother and sister-in-law sexually satisfied you, you must sexually satisfy them." "Of course," he said. "It's only fair if Brenda and Audrey gave me sex that I return the favor." "Pretend that I'm your mother. Undress me as if you're undressing Brenda," she said. Jim unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt to expose her panty. Having known Connie for years and with Natalie in his life, he never really looked at her until now. She had a nice body with big breasts with a slim waistline. He removed her short skirt and panty. She was naked and he stared at her as if really seeing her for the first time. He wanted her more than he ever wanted Natalie. "Now touch me and feel me as if you were feeling your hot mother's tits, ass, and pussy." "Oh my God, Connie, this is so hot. I really feel as if I'm having my wicked way with my mother's body," he said. "You are," she said. "Now, as if I'm your sexy sister, touch and feel me in all the places that you just touched and felt your mother-in-law." "Wow! You have the same tits as Natalie," he said. "Now touch me, feel my tits, and finger my nipples as if you're feeling your mother's tits again," she said. "I love your tits Brenda. You have tits just like Connie's tits," he said with a laugh. "I need for you to stay in character for his to work Jimmy. I need you to have a hard erection for you to make love to me," she said. "Yeah, well, that will never happen he said looking down at his semi-hard cock," he said. "It will happen if you believe it will happen," she said taking his prick in her hand and stroking him to a harder erection. "Now touch and feel me again as if I'm your sexy sister. I want you to finger my pussy as if you're fingering Audrey's pussy. I want you to finger me and lick me as if you're finger fucking and licking your sister-in-law." "Okay, I can do that," he said with sexual excitement. "Then, when you're done eating me and after I have an orgasm, I want you to make love to me as if I'm your mother. Finally, I want you to fuck me, really pound my pussy, as if I'm your sister-in-law," she said. "Wow! I can't believe that I'm having sex with both my mother and sister-in-law," he said mounting Connie. With his cock hard enough to make love to her, he pounded Connie's pussy. Over the next year, Connie fed him a better diet. No longer constantly dining out and ordering takeout food, he was no longer impotent. No longer did he had high blood pressure or diabetes. Now he had something with Connie that he didn't have with Natalie. He had erections. The woman that he should have married instead of Natalie, he married Connie as soon as their divorces finalized the following year. Having always wanted children, now he has the two kids that his best friend Mike abandoned to be with Natalie. They lived in marital bliss happily ever after. THE END