Kristin's Desire: The Beginning

"Oh baby, please don't stop," Kristin moaned softly, trying to sound more into it than she was.

"Oh, I love that," she seductively whispered, hoping that David could at least hold off long enough so that she would at least feel stimulated

She knew an orgasm was almost a fantasy with his stamina, but she could hope. The unmistakable signs were there though, as he began to fuck her rapidly, with more intensity.

"I'm close, I can't hold back," he warned as his body convulse, and he began to climax.

Kristin sighed heavily as his small softening cock slipped out and another boring round of unsatisfying sex with her husband was over, once again, much too quickly for her satisfaction. In a way she was happy it was over, but she was getting fed up and she knew a huge confrontation was inevitable.

"I'm sorry," he said once again, I'm trying.

"It was a little better, wasn't it?"

"You tried," she replied, trying not to sound as aggravated as she felt, rolling over to go to sleep.

She lay there stewing. Her oldest child had moved out of the house a year earlier. The kids were hers, from her first marriage, but David was like their father. He was more of a dad and a father to them than their own father ever had been.

She did love him for this, well she loved him for many reasons, just not his ability to satisfy her sexually. That was really the one and only downfall in their relationship, their inadequate sex life, more specifically his inability to last more than a couple minutes. His size certainly didn't help much, nor did his non-confrontational demeanor. If he could just take charge once, or at least try, but it was blatantly obvious after twelve years together, and being married for ten, that he just didn't have it in him to be that way in bed.

From the moment they met, David had always been a great husband and replacement father. Carl, her ex-husband, was the polar-opposite of David in almost every way. Carl did have the ability to take charge sexually. He had to be in control of every aspect of the relationship and would never take no for an answer. Over the years, this need to be in control had gotten out of hand and he became physically abusive, prompting her to end the relationship for the sake of their two small children.

She had barely been divorced for a month when by chance she met David. It was one of those typical Florida thunderstorms, with torrential rain and she had a flat tire at the grocery store. Having recently moved as to be further from Carl and his alcohol fueled arguments that seemed to get physical more often than not, she didn't know anyone in the area, so she would have to change the tire on her own. Carl and his lack of steady employment due to his temper and his drinking, had left her in a financial bind, so AAA, or any other service where she would have to pay someone would be hard to manage.

The kids were in the car, she was crying, unable to figure out how to get the damn jack out of the trunk when a friendly looking guy got out of the truck that pulled up next to her and asked if she needed help. At this point she was sobbing, so all she could do was nod her head.

"Get in the car. I can take care of this for you," the friendly guy had said.

She got in the car, and he changed the tire in the pouring rain. By the time the tire was changed, the poor guy was absolutely drenched.

"I, I really can't afford to pay you," she regretfully told the guy, tears coming to her eyes once more.

"Don't worry about it, its not necessary," the kind stranger replied.

He wasn't Carl, he wasn't the outgoing, tall, cocky, and confident guy who was the center of attention in any setting. This guy was laid back, actually very shy. He was cute. Not the masculine tough guy, but he was nice looking, in shape, and he had truly saved her.

"I have to do something for you," she said.

"Seriously, its fine," the guy said, smiling as he put his hands up.

"Please, let me make you dinner. Nothing fancy. Tomorrow night, around nine. I will put these two to bed and you can stop over."

"I'm a really good cook," Kristin said, trying to smile seductively.

Her flirting skills were rusty. She had been with Carl on and off for years, and he would have gone insane if she had done anything close to flirting. He was always the overly jealous type.

"Well, ok. If you don't mind," the guy replied.

"I'm David by the way."

It was finally raining light enough to talk, and she introduced herself as well. They traded phone numbers, and she promised to text the next afternoon to set things up. She was nervously excited the next evening after texting a few times with David. If she was being honest with herself, he wasn't her type, not in any way. Regardless, he was a great guy, and it wouldn't hurt to see how things went, even if he ended up to be just a friend.

If she was being really being honest with herself, she was just ready to move on, and she just wanted to have sex. She had been with two guys since she left Carl the final time. Nothing long term, just hookups actually. But she was ready to date, so she was really looking forward to getting to know David better, both emotionally and physically.

When they finally did have sex a few weeks later, it wasn't what she was hoping for. Compared to Carl, he was miniscule, and his stamina wasn't even in the same galaxy. He wasn't Carl however, and there was more to a relationship than sex. But now, twelve years later, things were changing. She still loved him as much as she ever had, she just needed more sexually.

Now she sat frustrated as she waited for him to fall asleep, and once he had, she waited to be sure he was going to stay sleeping. Once he was, she knew that nothing would wake him. She leaned over and picked up her favorite toy, which in all honesty was the only way she ever got off sexually. Laying back she dreamed of a man, any man, in bed naked with her, his big hard cock throbbing for her. Every day she missed this more and more. All she wanted was to have a man to fuck her.

Yes, she loved David. She loved him more than she had ever loved a man. He just had almost no sexual skills. He was so apprehensive sexually, and had such a lack of self-confidence that it was hard to get in the mood when his body language told her it would be a complete waste of her time if she thought being with him would satisfy her needs. He just never had been the type of man she needed sexually.

She was wet and pushed the toy deep inside her, using it to finally reach orgasm as David snored beside her. She began to fuck herself with the toy, relentlessly, the way most men loved to fuck. She tried to be quiet as she came, not wanting to wake David. He had to work early, and she really didn't want to wake him. She didn't want to embarrass him. She knew he did try, and she did love him.

"I'm sorry baby, but I can't live like this forever," she whispered to his sleeping form.

She softly kissed him, but her mind was made up. This had to change. David was a great guy, honestly the best guy she had ever met, and the happiest relationship she had ever been in, despite his lack of sexual prowess. But she really did need this. She needed a guy sexually, to fuck her.

This had been a point of contention for years now, from the beginning if she was being honest with herself. Back then it was an inconvenience, or a hindrance, but over time her needs and desires had changed. They were both painfully aware of this, and they had discussed it. He always had a solution to solve the issue. Unfortunately, nothing he tried ever came close to what she needed.

She had joked about having a guy on the side to fuck, and he never said anything positive or negative, just laughed uncomfortably when she teased about it. It was beyond the joking stage though, she really wanted to explore this for real. She knew she had to broach this subject carefully, but it did need to be addressed.

She had stumbled across many things online regarding sex and relationships, how some very nontraditional relationship types were growing in popularity, and really did seem to work for some couples. Every time she had thought about this or compared herself and David to another couple who were into this lifestyle, it was fascinating to see how alike they were as far as demeanor and personality.

Perhaps he really did understand her needs better than she had anticipated. Maybe that is why when she had joked about having a man on the side, just to fuck, he had just sort of laughed it off. Maybe he was too embarrassed to admit how he really felt about that sort of arrangement. The more she thought about this, the more she thought that it was something that could work. It could really work for them she thought, as she snuggled into the man she loved.

"We will soon find out how you really feel sweetie," she said softly to her sleeping husband.

He had to know how bad it was for her now. They had talked about it, but he always just hung his head, obviously feeling embarrassed by his lack of sexual stamina and ability to satisfy her sexual needs and desires. They had discussed this numerous times but almost nothing had changed. She didn't want to cheat. She had come close a couple of times, and she really didn't think she could keep saying no forever. She really didn't want to be that person, but she had needs.

This is why she had been so excited when she began researching online. Well to be honest, her research began as a way to find a guy to somehow see for real. This led to her discovery of wife sharing, hotwife, and cuckold relationships. It was something that was becoming more popular, more mainstream, and many seemingly normal couples were doing this and having a lot of luck with the results.

It was just what she needed. She didn't need a man to make her feel loved or cherished. David did that every day. She knew that he thought about her every moment of every day and would do anything to make her happy. She just knew she had to tread lightly and not overwhelm him with what she was seeking from another man.

"I love you baby," she whispered, cuddling into him as he slept.

The next morning, she called her daughter who attended college nearby and asked if she would be coming home on Friday after school to spend the night. She said that she and her boyfriend had a party to go to and it would be a late evening that they would spend at his place. Kristin was glad that she and David could speak openly about the difficult subject she planned to introduce that night.

"Hey baby," David said when she called his cell phone later that morning.

"Hey," she almost drawled into the phone.

"Brit is going to Chad's tonight, so I'm going to make us dinner, just the two of us," she said, referring to her youngest daughter and her boyfriend.

He was silent on the other end of the line for a moment, and she feared his phone had frozen up.

"I'm really sorry about last night, I was just real excited, and you looked so hot," he blabbered.

He was obviously trying to find an excuse for another obviously unsatisfactory sexual experience. This wasn't new. It had been happening for years now, and nothing ever changed, and she knew if it was up to David, nothing ever would.

"I know baby, I know," she gently assured him.

"Is that what this is about," he queried.

"Yes baby, but don't worry. We need to talk, but there is nothing to worry about."

"I promise baby, I'm not leaving, I'm not cheating, but we need to talk," she went on.

"Ok," he meekly replied, as she knew he would.

David was never one to push things, especially a touchy subject such as their sex lives. He always just gave in. This was why she thought that this could really work. She really thought that she could get him to agree to do this.

She made spaghetti, his favorite. She wanted to show him that she didn't want to push him aside. She wasn't looking to replace him, she just needed something, and she had found the perfect solution to their sexual issues.

"Hey," David nervously said, as he walked through the door.

"Hey sweetie," Kristin replied, walking over and standing on her toes to softly kiss the man she loved.

The kiss was passionate. It was more than the typical 'hi I'm home from work kiss' that was the norm. David seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then kissed her with more desire. Wonderful, she thought, at least he can pick up on some things. She wanted him to feel loved, to know that he was loved, because she knew tonight would be very hard for him emotionally.

This evening would change their marriage for better or for worse. That was blatantly obvious, but she only had to think back to the previous evening to remember how necessary this conversation was. It was long overdue, and she had made her mind up, she would not put this off any longer.

"What do you want to talk about," David asked for what seemed like the 20th time.

"After dinner baby, after dinner," she patiently cautioned once more.

It was humorous in a way. His patience was like his stamina she thought, chuckling to herself, nonexistent.

"You're, you're not leaving, are you?" he asked, his voice breaking.

"No baby, no. Of course not," she assured him, gently placing a hand on his forearm.

"Are you, are you cheating?" he asked, sounding close to tears.

She leaned in to softly kiss the man she loved.

"No baby, I would never do that."

This was true, and from what she had discovered, those who were involved in an open, or hotwife, cuckold type of relationship, didn't look at it as cheating. Yes, she would have to explain this to David and make him understand and accept this, but she was confident that she would be able to do so.

"Come on baby," she said after they ate, and she had made them a drink.

She led him out to sit by the pool, it was a warm April evening. They sat down on the two-person glider and David began to rock them gently, as he nervously awaited the discussion that he was obviously not looking forward to having.

"You know I love you right?" she asked, looking him in the eyes.

"Yeah," he quietly replied.

"Everything is good baby, you know that, everything other than our sex life," she honestly stated.

"I can get better, I know," he began, speaking fast, before she put a hand up.

"David, just let me say what I have to. I will discuss anything you want for as long as you need to, but I need to get this out."

"Ok," he meekly replied, making her hope that he would give in to her desires this easily.

"David, I love you and I am so glad I was lucky enough to meet a guy like you, I really do feel blessed," she began.

"But you know as well as I do that our sex life has never been good. Honestly, it's lackluster at best and I just need more."

"I love you, I'm not looking for an emotional connection, I just would like to have a guy. Just hear me out baby," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder to reassure him.

She gently ran her hand down his arm, running her fingers up and down over his own hand.

"I'm not blaming you baby, but you know that part of our relationship has never been what it should."

"So you want to fuck some other guy. I should be happy about that," he asked, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"No baby, I need a sexual outlet, that's it, nothing more, nothing less."

"So I should be happy watching some other guy fuck you," he angrily replied.

The comment resonated with her instantly. Had David thought about something like this as well? She had not mentioned anything about David watching her with another man. Where did that comment come from?

"David, I'm 43 years old," she began, feeling exasperated.

"I need something, you have to be able to see that, don't you?"

He sat there silently, looking down at the floor.

"Baby, I have needs," she began, in a soft tone.

"I don't want a man who will make love to me, I need a guy to fuck me. There is a huge difference."

She reached over and took his chin in her hand, moving his head so that they were making direct eye contact.

"I love you, and I know that you love me. I don't need that from anyone else. I am in love with you."

"Can I fuck other women too then? I mean if it's OK for you it should be OK for me too. Right?" he asked, the anger evident in his voice.

"David, baby," she replied, calmly taking his hand in her own once again.

"Be honest baby. What is missing for you. Is there something I don't do for you that another woman could?"

He looked down at the ground and slowly shook his head, obviously embarrassed by the truth with which he was now confronted.

"Baby, baby, look at me," she pleaded in a comforting voice.

The tears were evident when he looked into her eyes.

"Kristin, I want you to be happy, and I can see you aren't. I just don't want to lose you," he softly choked out.

She reached towards him and hugged him tightly, softly kissing his neck.

"David, I am happy. I am thankful every day that Carl the asshole had me driving around on shitty tires. If not for that, I would never have met the man I LOVE MORE THAN ANYTHING," she replied, emphasizing the last part.

"Sex and love are two entirely different things. One is a human emotion, the other is a physical act. I am able to separate them, I hope you can understand that."

They cuddled on the sofa after the emotionally draining conversation and Kristin wanted to make David feel wanted and needed. He was rock hard the instant she touched him. It was instant, and she had to wonder if the conversation had turned him on.

"Someone is excited. Why is that?" She prodded.

"Just a long day I guess," he mumbled.

"Baby, if we do this, it will never work unless we are both transparent and 100% honest with each other, as well as with ourselves."

She had his now rock-hard cock in her hands, slowly stroking him.

"Be honest, why are you so turned on?"

"I guess you with another guy, the idea sounds hot, but I don't see how it could really work," he bashfully admitted.

"We have to be open and honest. And I want you to know that you aren't being replaced," she said, continuing to stroke his hot, throbbing cock.

"Tell me what you want," she said firmly as she began kissing him passionately on the lips, their tongues touching in an erotic, sexually charged manner.

"Can I have a blow job," he almost begged.

Kristin got up, and slowly removed her top and bra, tossing them aside as she made eye contact, wiggling out of her shorts, so that she was naked. She knelt down and pulled his pants down.

"I'm, I'm, I'm not going to last long," he warned, in a shaky voice.

"Just enjoy this," she said, licking her lips seductively as she slowly took the head of his small cock in her mouth.

She easily took the length of him in her mouth, and it was literally less than a minute before she could feel the tension growing in his body.

"I can't, I can't," he almost yelled, obviously unable to control his orgasm.

The intensity with which he came was impressive, although his stamina was obviously lacking.

"I'm sorry," he said again, his typical response after sex.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, I wanted to do that for you," Kristin said as she snuggled into him.

She would have enjoyed him returning the favor, at least making the effort, but she knew that his confidence had been shattered. She had really just wanted to show him that she wasn't trying to push him aside to be with another man. She wanted a man who could help them as a couple, not just herself.