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Bi the Way

It has been several months since Ann and I enjoyed Aunan’s company for the weekend. Since that time Ann’s attitude towards sex has changed considerably. Whereas before she rarely instigated our love making, she now takes the lead virtually every time and far more frequently than I ever imagined she would. She is also far more adventurous about what she lets me do with her and to her. This includes mild bondage, regular use of her Rampant Rabbit vibrator and me cumming on her face and in her mouth. Most often this is preceded by Ann asking that we watch the video I made when she and Aunan made love in our bed. It is clear that she loves seeing herself being fucked by this young, fit man with a length that satisfied her on numerous occasions over the two days we spent together last summer. Our own orgasms during these sessions are far stronger and longer than anything either of us experiences without the video. Although I am over the moon with the change in my wife and the improvement to our sex life, I still feel somewhat inadequate about the size, strength and duration of my erection. For a few years I have suffered from a common heart condition that requires me to take medication to control it. Unfortunately, this medication has an annoying side-effect of reducing my heart rate thereby reducing the bl**d flow around my body. This is particularly noticeable when I become aroused. My cock is slower to rise than it was, doesn’t become fully firm and tends to soften almost ...

... immediately after I begin to exert myself. Initially I solved this problem by the use of a tight elastic band (better than cock rings!) at the base of the shaft to prevent the flow of bl**d from my cock. However, I later began to notice Ann’s apparent disappointment at the lack of instant arousal and spontaneity when we made love. This obviously had a psychological effect on me and I found myself regularly avoiding sexual situations with my wife. Ann understandably still needed sexual relief and I assumed she satisfied herself with her Rampant Rabbit whenever necessary. I sometimes even heard muffled, telltale sounds of her orgasm whilst sitting downstairs after she had gone to bed early. I never mentioned this as, not only did I not want to embarrass her but I also enjoyed thinking of her secretly masturbating alone. Because of my avoidance of sex with Ann I began to use the Internet as a vent for my own sexual frustrations and particularly enjoyed the amateur sites where contributors posted photos of themselves and their partners. I preferred looking at ordinary people who could possibly live in the next street to me to anyone who appeared to be surgically enhanced (I hate fake tits!) or any kind of aspiring model. I even found myself regularly looking at my various neighbours imagining them naked posing for their husbands. Additionally, there are many people on these sites who like to swap photos with like-minded couples. I found this extremely arousing, as it was easy to ...