Inadequacy - Sex Stories

Inadequacy

Benjamin was a stout man. Well, plump might be a better way of describing it; plump and soft and fat. His arms were stubs of flesh like those of a T-rex with ten times the fluff and less than nothing in the way of muscle. His sh0rt legs were the same way. His gut hung down like a snow bank without the solid constitution of one.

He contemplated this predicament as he stared himself down in the bedroom mirror, having just finished his evening shower after work. As there was no one else in the room, he allowed his white towel to fall from his body and stood there in utter nakedness before the mirror without a drop of shame. He had always been this way; body image was no stranger to him, nor was it an issue any longer. He had resolved this problem with the help of some of his friends.

Benjamin's inadequacies were bare in his reflection...Inadequacy was the perfect word to describe these bodily features, especially the little flap of skin sticking up upon his low-hanging balls that some people still erroneously called a "penis." It stung just a little more than it should as the thought passed through his mind, but he knew that sweet resolution was wading up to him like a maiden in a lake, recurring every night his wife's wiles took her over.

Even if this was the only thing keeping them together, it was worthwhile to see her happy and pleasured.Happy wife, happy life, he thought to himself, his eyes not leaving the reflection of his own inadequacy. She could never be ...

... happy if he contained her tothis shameful and embarrassing creature he saw in the mirror. It was only common sense, not some moral failing, though they kept their dealings with friends so discreet that the general public was none the wiser.

Benjamin had burned through so much shame with her help that he wouldn't even feel embarrassed had people come to know their secret dealings.She would've been embarrassed to even sleep withhim, however, and so their lives churned onwards towards this secret goal. No children of his own seed were in his future, only the responsibility of those of another's, perhaps several, had she seen fit to do it that way. He had no qualms about continuing his responsibility as a provider towards not just his beloved wife, but her children, as well, even though they were sure to be legitimized bastards.

The thought of it actually made him crack a smile. The kids would surely inherit their mother's beauty and charm, and the virility and handsomeness of their native fathers. It was no sad consolation, but a happy premonition for him at that point. His limp little dick twitched at the mere thought of her, just as she burst through the door and into the bedroom.

Rosie Sweet was a beautiful redhead with a bountiful figure, fit with bubbly tits and ass and all. Her tousled strawberry hair fit her heart-shaped face with perfection. She was always blushing naturally, always smiling brightly, always happy around him--especially around him, nowadays. She ...