Half the Man You Used to Be

You pulled into the driveway after another long trip, the familiar crunch of gravel under the tires feeling heavier than usual. The house glowed warmly in the evening light, your son’s toys still scattered on the porch where you’d left them. But as you stepped through the door, the guilt hit you like a wave.Your wife was waiting. The moment she saw you, her face lit up with pure, unguarded joy. She threw her arms around your neck and kissed you deeply, her small 5'1" body pressing against yours with **** tenderness. Her long blonde hair smelled of vanilla and home. Her pert B-cup breasts felt soft and warm through her sundress. For a moment, the love in her kiss almost broke you.

“I’ve missed you so much, babe,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion. “Two weeks felt like forever this time.”That first afternoon, after your son went down for his nap, she took your hand and led you upstairs without a word. The bedroom door clicked shut, and she looked at you with eyes full of longing and relief.

Day 1 – she kissed you slowly at first, her lips trembling slightly against yours. There was so much love in that kiss — years of shared history, high school sweethearts who built a life together. You could taste her need, her quiet fear that something was changing. You laid her back on the cool sheets and kissed down her body, savoring the faint vanilla scent of her skin. When you reached her smooth thighs, you inhaled her intimate aroma warm, sweet, and so achingly familiar.You buried your face between her legs. Your tongue dragged slowly across her swollen clit, tasting her sweetness. She moaned softly, fingers threading through your hair as her hips rolled gently. You licked lower, circling her tight little asshole before pushing your tongue inside. The musky, intimate flavor filled you as she gasped, thighs quivering. You ate her with devotion, alternating between long licks across her pussy and deep tongue-fucking of her ass until she came hard — her walls clenching, a rush of sweet nectar coating your chin as she let out a long, shuddering moan of pure relief.You moved up and tried to enter her. Your thick little cock was completely soft. Shame burned in your chest as you realized you couldn’t get hard for the woman you loved more than anything. She noticed immediately, but her eyes filled with understanding instead of anger.“It’s okay, babe,” she whispered, stroking your cheek. “I just want to feel close to you.”

She spent the next twenty minutes trying stroking you gently with her warm hand, sucking you with slow, loving devotion, grinding her wet pussy along your soft shaft. The slick heat of her folds felt incredible, but your mind kept flashing to thick cocks stretching you open, to being used and laughed at. Nothing worked. Eventually she gave up on penetration and moved up to sit on your face. You ate her again, pouring all your guilt and love into every lick until she came twice more, grinding against your tongue and moaning your name with raw emotion. She fell asleep afterward cuddled against your chest, one leg draped over yours, still clearly frustrated but holding you like you were her whole world.

Day 2-The next morning she woke you with her mouth again. The room was still dark, the first hints of sunrise touching the curtains. She sucked you slowly under the warm sheets, her tongue swirling with gentle love. The wet heat felt amazing, but your mind betrayed you once more. After fifteen minutes she looked up at you, eyes glistening with worry.

“Babe… is it the stress again?”

You nodded, forcing a tired smile. “Gas prices are killing me on these trips. My head’s just not in it.”She nodded understandingly, kissed the head of your soft cock, and whispered, “It’s okay. Let me take care of you anyway.”She spent nearly thirty minutes trying — slow, sensual blowjob, stroking you with her warm hand, rubbing her breasts against your shaft. When that didn’t work, she straddled your face and rode your tongue until she came twice, her sweet juices coating your lips and chin. She fell asleep again, still aching but holding you close.Later that afternoon, while your son napped, she pulled you into the laundry room. She bent over the dryer, pulled her shorts down, and begged you to fuck her. You rubbed your soft cock against her wet pussy, but couldn’t get hard. She ended up grinding on your thigh until she came, trembling against you, her slick arousal coating your leg.That night she was even more ****. She spent over an hour worshipping your soft cock kissing, licking, sucking every inch while whispering how much she needed her husband inside her. When that failed, she rode your face again, then begged you to fuck her ass. You managed to get partially hard for a few minutes and slid into her tight rear entrance, but you softened again inside her. She still came from your fingers on her clit while you were inside her, moaning your name with love and quiet frustration.

By the third full day, her hunger had turned almost frantic. She tried five separate times.Morning shower: She dropped to her knees under the hot water and sucked you for nearly twenty minutes, water cascading over her blonde hair as she looked up at you with loving, needy eyes. When that didn’t work, she bent over and begged you to take her ass. You slid in but went soft quickly. She still came from your fingers rubbing her clit.Mid-morning quickie: She pulled you into the guest bedroom while your son watched cartoons. She dropped her shorts, bent over the bed, and begged you to fuck her. You rubbed your soft cock against her dripping pussy but couldn’t get hard. She ended up grinding on your thigh until she came, trembling against you.Afternoon attempt: She gave you a long, sensual handjob on the couch while whispering how much she loved your cock, how she needed it inside her. Still nothing. She eventually fingered herself to orgasm while sitting on your lap.Early evening: Another shower session where she tried everything again sucking, stroking, grinding. Nothing.Late night marathon: She spent nearly ninety minutes trying riding you, sucking you, grinding on you, letting you eat her pussy and ass while she stroked your soft cock. She came multiple times from your mouth and fingers, but your clitty remained completely soft the entire time. She finally fell asleep curled against you, clearly worried but still affectionate, her hand gently cupping your soft package.

Day 4 – Final NightOn the last full night before your next trip, she seemed almost ****. She tried five times again.Morning: Slow, loving blowjob in bed, then riding you gently while kissing you passionately. Nothing.Mid-morning: Quick handjob in the kitchen while your son was outside. Still soft.Afternoon: Full body worship on the bed she kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of you while telling you how sexy you are. When that failed, she rode your face until she came three times.Early evening: Shower sex where she tried everything again. Nothing.Late Night – The Longest AttemptThat final night she was insatiable. The bedroom was dimly lit by a single lamp, casting a warm golden glow across her smooth skin. She stripped slowly for you, letting her sundress slide down her body. Her pert B-cup breasts were flushed, nipples stiff and begging. The faint scent of her arousal mixed with vanilla lotion filled the room as she stood before you completely naked.She spent nearly forty minutes worshipping your soft cock. Her warm, wet mouth enveloped you completely, the velvet heat of her tongue swirling slowly around the head and shaft with gentle, loving suction. You could hear the soft, wet sounds of her lips sliding up and down, the occasional quiet moan vibrating through you. She licked and sucked your smooth balls, taking them one by one into her mouth, then dragged her tongue slowly from the base all the way up, trying desperately to bring you to life. The contrast between her hot mouth and the cool air made every sensation sharper.When that still didn’t work, she straddled your face, lowering her smooth, dripping pussy onto your mouth. The rich, sweet-tangy taste of her arousal flooded your tongue as you licked and sucked her eagerly. You plunged your tongue deep inside her, tasting her fully, while she ground down against your face, her slick folds coating your lips, chin, and cheeks. Her soft moans grew louder, her thighs trembling around your head as she came hard a rush of warm, sweet nectar flooding your mouth as her body shook.Still not satisfied, she turned around and presented her ass to you. You licked her tight little hole thoroughly, pushing your tongue inside the warm, musky ring while fingering her pussy. She whimpered and pushed back against your face, her body trembling.

Finally, she begged you breathlessly, “Please, babe… I need to feel you inside me.”You managed to get partially hard. She lubed you generously with her own slickness and slowly lowered herself onto your cock, taking you into her tight ass. The heat was incredible — her ass squeezed you like a velvet vice, the ring gripping every inch as she sank down. She gasped sharply, her breath catching as she adjusted to the stretch, then began riding you with slow, deep rolls of her hips.The sensation was overwhelming. Her ass was hotter and tighter than her pussy, the slick friction intense as she moved. You could hear the wet, obscene sounds of her riding you, feel her cheeks slapping softly against your thighs. She leaned forward, her pert breasts brushing your chest, and kissed you passionately, her tongue tasting of her own juices. Her moans grew louder and needier as she rode you faster, grinding her clit against your pubic bone.You reached down and rubbed her swollen clit in firm circles while thrusting up into her ass. The combination finally pushed her over the edge.

She came hard her asshole clenching rhythmically around your cock like a fist, her body shaking violently as she squirted across your stomach in warm, pulsing streams. The wet heat of her squirt soaked your skin as she cried out your name, trembling uncontrollably.You followed moments later, groaning deeply as you pumped what little load you could into her tight ass, the warmth of your cum mixing with hers inside her.She collapsed on top of you afterward, breathing hard, her heart hammering against your chest. She kissed you passionately, tasting herself on your lips, and whispered, “I love you so much, babe. I’m so glad you’re home.”She fell asleep curled against you, one leg draped over yours, her hand gently cupping your soft package.You lay awake long after she did, staring at the ceiling, the taste of her still on your tongue, the scent of sex heavy in the air.Your beautiful, loving, increasingly **** wife was aching for her husband.And you couldn’t get hard for her anymore.The guilt was crushing.

But the ache for thick, superior cock — for being laughed at, used, and owned — was stronger than ever.You didn’t know how much longer you could keep pretending.