Inadequacy - Sex Stories

Inadequacy

... entered bouncing with a giggle at the sight of Benjamin's inadequacy.

"Honey, you know I can't help but laugh at that," she said, her voice actually coming out as sweet in spite of their denigrating nature. "Put it away if you don't want more torture."

Benjamin turned to his wife and said, "I love the way you torture me: with a smile on your face."

Looking her over, Benjamin couldn't help himself but pop a chubby boner. Her big white tits almost burst out of her low-cut fuchsia dress, its frills exposing her milky thighs at the bottom. Her cleavage and her thighs could equally swallow him whole, but her heart was what he cherished the most, knowing she would never leave him, so long as he kept herhappy.

"Looks like your little guy is getting a little happier," she tauntingly remarked, her smile never leaving her face.

"Can't help it," Benjamin said. "Not with you around, looking so sexy like that."

"You know, it's not for you," Rosie declared to her husband with strength in her tones. "It's all for Jon. He's coming over, very soon. We expect you to be on your best behavior, hun."

Her denial was sweet to Benjamin's ears, as he had grown familiar with it across many years of her play. "Of course, my love," he said, looking into her crystalline blue eyes, shining brighter than his own. She looked truly enlightened on that day, with even more excitement than he saw in her on their own wedding night. This did not draw him towards anxiety; any nerves he felt ...

... pulling on him, he repurposed for his wife's own excitement like an expert.

Rosie only giggled and said, "Good." She turned towards the door, tugging at his heartstrings like a musician plucks the strings of a guitar. With her hand on the doorframe, she added, "Don't forget your coming duties."

"I could never," Benjamin rejoined her. He felt the strongest of compulsions to drop to his knees and worship her beneath the frills of her dress, right then and there, but she hadn't asked for it, so he waited his turn humbly. Eagerly awaiting that climax, he stood there with humility. How could he not, standing there naked with all his inadequacies exposed to the love of his life?

Rosie exited the bedroom and descended the steps without another word. Benjamin wondered whether he should get dressed, or simply remain naked. Which one Jon would prefer, he hadn't a clue. Instead of merely wondering, he took the initiative to dress himself in more intimate wear.

Benjamin opened the secret drawer of his wife's dresser, the one that held all of his sacred yet debaucherous uniforms for nights such as these. He removed a frilly, short, pink babydoll gown and thrust it over his own head, carefully ejecting his arms into its sleeves and letting it fall over his fat belly. He returned to his reflection and did a little twirl in it, all his most inadequate parts swirling, too. The babydoll left enough room to expose his little excuse for a penis; the perfect humiliation for his wife and ...