Inadequate Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Inadequate Ch. 01

Chapter 1, Changed

Okay, I admit it: I'm a lot happier now. Which just proves that I'm not a real man at all. My name is Gianna and I deserve to be treated like the domestic servant and sex slave I've become.

I used to be John, husband and father, a respected member of the community, and a successful business consultant. When I lost my job at age 58, I got pretty depressed and quickly lost confidence in my ability to find employment. Fortunately, my wife Cathy was up for a promotion, so I offered to take over the domestic duties that she had mostly done, giving her the ability to take on the additional responsibility, and we avoided suffering too much financially. Our daughter Emma had just started college and was living on campus, so it was only the two of us to take care of.

I noticed the change in Cathy right away. Her new position as director of HR gave her a lot more authority, which not only made her happier, but also more confident and assertive. I found it exciting; it was wonderful to see her blossoming in a way. that made her more attractive than ever.

Cathy had always been pretty, but now, at age 49, she had filled out and become sexy in a different way. Her slim, lithe figure of old had become softer, fuller, and curvier. She still turned heads, despite her conservative demeanor and attire, but not as the hot chick she had once been; now she was a total MILF.

I had changed too, of course, and was now pretty soft myself. As our sex life had waned ...

... over the previous decade, I had chalked it up to the normal aging process. But since becoming unemployed, I had begun to feel distinctly less confident in my masculinity. And now I saw Cathy as being virtually out of reach, which her rebuffs of my occasional feeble advances seemed to confirm. I was convinced that I didn't have what it took to satisfy a woman like her. I resorted to masturbation as my only sexual outlet, fantasizing about Cathy lustily taking a "real" man to bed.

She had, years before, told me some of her fantasies, like being seduced by an older man and being fucked by black men. Now, I imagined, this was a real possibility - she had the looks for it after all - and it made me hard to picture it in my mind as I stroked myself to orgasm.

Things changed quite a lot over the next two years. As I became more and more addicted to masturbating, my fantasies got more extreme. I was now jacking off to stories of cuckoldry, sissification, and submissive gay sex, and imagining Cathy as a dominating "hot wife."

The other change was in my self-image. After thinking of myself as simply inadequate as a man, both sexually and as a breadwinner, I realized I had become quite competent in my domestic role. I began to enjoy my chores, which had a real positive effect, noticeably improving my mental health (although that may be debatable in light of how things unfolded). What I mean is, I had been pretty depressed at fist, but I had developed a kind of feminine persona ...