A fruitless effort

For years I often fantasized about having Susan down on her knees, fucking her throat and filling her mouth with so much cum that she gagged and almost choked. Now that I had her there, I felt nothing.

I wanted to. I really really wanted to, but my cock simply wasn't working with me. She sucked on my limp penis for nearly five minutes and it never responded to her touch at all.

By the time she finally gave up, there were tears starting to roll down her cheeks. That more than anything else was touching. She actually seemed to care about me for a change.

"You don't love me?" she asked, pulling away.

"Yes I still love you," I said. "I will always love you."

"Then what is it? Why won't you get hard for me?"

"Maybe...maybe it's because I've already gotten off this morning," I said, but I wasn't sure.

It felt strange confessing to my wife that I had had sex without herself. I mean, she knew by this point about Diego, but she still couldn't hide the sudden look of sadness that crossed over her face. I had gotten it up for another man, but I couldn't get it up for her.

"Oh fuck, John, what have I done to us?" she asked and then started sobbing.

I dropped to my knees next to her and wrapped her in my arms. She lay her head on my chest and continues to cry. I tried willing my cock to stiffen, but it did not respond.

"It's okay, shhhhhh," I said, patting her on the back. "It'll be okay."

"But I want you back," she said. "I need my husband back. I need to show you that I'm not Barry. I've been mean and unfair to you for years. Not any more. I promise."