A True Loving Wife... Lost?

KC (pronounced "K C " or "Kacey") was distressed. And it showed in her behavior. Something was paramount on her mind and it was affecting her feelings towards her husband JC (short for James Conner). KC was a treasure of a young wife and of a woman. She was 25 and worked for a mortgage company as a clerk. She was attractive and well liked by everyone but she was definitely devoted to JC.

Their love for each each other was mutual and perpetual. They met in a freshman literature class in college in which KC was a student and JC tutored her. JC was 3 years older than KC. He enjoyed reading. He was an easy going guy and treated KC like a queen. He was not athletic but he had a good physique.

KC and JC had a marriage better than most. They enjoyed each other. They had fun together. They absolutely trusted each other. More importantly they realized that as much as they loved and enjoyed each other they were cognizant of the need to actively nurture their relationship. They made it a necessity to be open and honest with each other. They felt obligated to raise any and all concerns with each other and to resolve any issues together such that the marriage grew, not faltered.

One last thing about their marriage: their sex. It wasn't good... it was great! They did all they could to please each other sexually, and they succeeded. They made sure both of them were always satisfied whenever they had sex. Their sexual history was that JC had had sex with only two other girls before KC: a brief high school escapade which included intercourse and one other college stint which entailed dating for 6 months with frequent sexual episodes. Two common themes of JC's sex sessions were that he was skilled at sex and that he made sure his partner was as well sexually satisfied as he was.

KC on the other hand had zero sexual experience before she met JC.. She was shy in high school and was cute-ish but she didn't draw a lot of attention from the boys. She was thin to the degree of being skinny. Obviously A-cup breasts. None of the girls she hung out with had sexual experiences either. They were eager for sex. They, like youthful boys, sometimes ached for sex but shirked from actually doing it. By the time she got to college she had physically and mentally matured. And sexually: she was ready for a good fucking... her first one.

She met JC in a freshman literature class at the perfect time. He was older and tutored her. Sexually he was experienced and she was amenable. But it wasn't just that; not by a long shot. They greatly enjoyed being with each other and their compatibility and love grew such that of course they got married.

Their marriage was terrific. They grew closer and closer, sharing all that they had. Any problem was instead just another opportunity for shared growth.

One interesting thing they shared and that greatly improved their sex life was reading and discussing our beloved Literotica. com. JC relished the cheating stories. He loved the emotions in them. The trials and tribulations of the characters. KC however loved the various sex acts in the stories and she especially liked reading about women having orgasms during various sexual situations. They made her horny. JC learned the perils of fragile marriages. KC learned the ecstasies of rapturous sex-sations. Together they were the two halves, the literature and erotica, of Literotica. com

Return to the present situation: JC noticed KC was not her typical self. She was distant sometimes, antsy other times. This had been going on about a week before JC decided they need to bring to the forefront what was affecting KC so that they can combine forces and work through the issue, whatever it was.

KC had never withheld anything from JC. They always had had great sincere and open communication. But this time it was different. It would, could, possibly destroy their love and their marriage.

Blame it on Literotica, hormones, weakness, and misplaced ego. KC often got horny reading about women experiencing different sex acts. She would read through various categories and wonder what it felt like physically and emotionally. Before she met JC in the first year of college she had had no sex. She had not been touched by any male. Lately one type of sex story had particularly excited her: stories about women experiencing a large penis.

For the first time it greatly bothered her that she had missed out on a lot of sex before she met JC. Her mind, her attitude, also for the first time, underwent a tremendous shift. Her universe which included her and JC equally was superseded by a new one in which she was the sole person of importance. She was solipsistic. Her desire for her own sexual gratification was perverse when it came to bear on her previously pristine relationship with JC.

She missed out on sex before marriage. But she was determined not to miss out on experiencing a giant cock. The sensation of having her pussy stretched... of having a penis in her wider and deeper than one had ever gone before. She was hyper-infatuated with the idea to the degree that she was determined to do it.

KC mulled over her decision to pursue the satisfaction of having a sexual encounter with someone with a giant cock. She knew JC suspected something so she finally worked up the courage to go ahead and tell him about her decision. Since they typically tried to come up an answer agreeable to them both she approached it that way.

She was at the table with JC.

"Honey, we need to talk. ". KC could barely say the words. They sat at the table. She could not look him in the eye.

Silence

"Honey?" KC whispered.

JC was too shocked to speak. How many stories had he read in Literotica where those words were the prelude to utter devastation. He wanted to cry but nothing had even been proffered yet. He felt sick. He was dumbstruck.

KC quietly began: "JC, you are the best husband ever. I love you more than anything. I always will. ". From there she explained how she read the Literotica stories and planned to satisfy her need. "I'm so lucky to have a loving husband that always does whatever it takes to make me.. us happy. How should I go about it?"

JC slowly exhaled. He felt the full gravity of what she said. His love for her dropped just a little, just briefly. But having read hundreds of stories like this in Literotica he was forewarned and thus forearmed.

These stories about wives obsessed with the thrill of getting fucked by a giant cock were innumerable on Literotica. He scoffed at them. The thought that a wife was so blinded by this ridiculous obsession that she would throw away her marriage was unbelievable to JC. Why doesn't the husband just tell the wife that she is being selfish and silly, and that she better snap out if it or the marriage is over? Well, in many of the stories the husband does do that and the marriage is over.

JC had to think fast. He loved KC dearly. Their marriage was based on mutual cooperation. She was being open and honest with JC so there was the opportunity and expectation that they would combine their efforts and come up with a plan that would not only appease but strengthen the marriage. He deeply considered her point of view. He could empathize with her. He even sympathized with her. He could understand how she felt that she missed out on sexual experiences with other men before their marriage. That was a valid feeling. He could also empathize with her wanting to experience the greater sensation of having her pussy stretched by a giant cock. To derive pleasure in sensuous places heretofore untouched. Places JC was not equipped to stimulate. Realistically: why deny such additional ecstasy to your mate... the person you truly want to make happy?

In many of the "Honey we need to talk " stories the marriage ends directly after those words are spoken. The cheater either aleady has cheated or has every intention to cheat soon so the cheatee, the victim, automatically gives up all hope for the marriage. The victim either instantly gets so enraged that he, in his mind, ends the marriage right then and there, or the victim likens their marriage to a vase that has been dropped and shattered on the floor and can never be rebuilt to its original pristine condition. JC wasn't so quick to judge. He saw the vase as having been dropped by KC but he was going to intercept it before it hit the floor and shattered.

JC had calmed down. He could cogitate. Plan.

He thought to himself: he will not go along with her having another sexual partner. He would leave her before he would share her. As much as he loved KC, and he loved her immensely, he could not imagine losing her. But he would never, never be a cuck of any kind.

As in every problem between them previously, he offered to work with her to come up with an equitable solution. He had a plan that just might work.

KC was coming across as though her satiation by a giant cock was a "fait accompli", a done deed. First he had to confirm it was still only a desire, not an ex post facto admission. Then he needed to diffuse her desire to be with another man and her giant cock obsession.

He began his effort. " KC, I love you and will do whatever is best for both of us to keep us together. I understand that you want to experience a giant cock in real life after getting super aroused by those multitudinous Literotica stories. First, I've got to know: have you already had sex with another man?"

"No! It has not gone beyond my just thinking about it yet." She answered.

" Good. Let's work out a plan then." He was relieved.

She looked happy. She was going to get her way.

JC continued. "I have a very brief ancient myth which has everything to do with our current predicament that I want to share."

"It is the myth of the ancient Greek lesser god Priapus. He was the son of Aphrodite, the most beautiful goddess, and Dionysus, the god of wine and revelry. Hera, queen of the gods, was jealous of Aphrodite so she cursed her son Priapus. He was physically ugly but had a giant phallus that was always erect. Almost always. Hera cruelly cursed him with inconvenient impotence meaning he would lose his erection only when he was about to have intercourse. Once his father Dionysus gave him a donkey that could speak. Priapus and the donkey got into an argument over who had the best penis. Priapus got mad at the donkey for daring to argue with him and beat the donkey to death. Another time Priapus snuck up on a lady and tried to have intercourse with her as she slept and he still had an erection. But a nearby donkey brayed and woke up the lady before he could enter her. That made Priapus so angry that he bludgeoned the donkey to death with his gargantuan cock. Priapus was considered a rustic god of fertility and other things. He had an erotic cult following and was often the object of porn back then."

"That is the most bizarre story I have ever heard" KC snickered. "I don't recall that particular myth in high school or college. He was so cocky" she punned.

" Priapus should be the god of Literotica " JC chuckled. The mood lightened.

"There is a reason I told that story. " JC continued. "You are telling me, KC, that you crave being fucked by a giant cock. If Priapus were alive today with his giant cock would you let him fuck you"?

"No!" KC replied. "You said he was ugly"

" But all you want us the sensation of the giant cock right? What does it matter what the rest of the person is like?"

"No. I guess I would have to consider the whole package. The complete person.".

JC was worried. He had had a plan. The plan was to placate KC's giant cock obsession by the use of a giant dildo. To incorporate it as part of their sex. But to have another person involved was a definite no go. He could share KC with an oversized dildo. He could not share her with another man. Most painful was the thought that KC not only would accept another man, she might actually want another man. That expression by KC and realization by JC was a tremendous gut punch.

JC was worried about her desiring not just the giant cock but also a paramour. Happily, though, it seemed her giant cock fever had broken. She was coming back to reality without her obsession. They were very near to where they usually were when they worked together to overcome problems. They were both more receptive to each other.

JC resumed their problem solving. "KC, I empathize with you wanting to experience a giant cock. To feel sexual pleasure in places wider and deeper in your vagina that I am unable to provide. I empathize with you missing the experiences of sex with other partners. I almost sympathize with you, but I don't really feel the sadness of sympathy on your behalf. You know I will do anything I can for you, but I cannot alter the past. I can see that not having sexual experiences with different partners in the past might trouble you now. But let's concentrate on what we can do now and in the future. "

JC gazed into KC's eyes and held her hands. "KC, I know we can work through this. I have to say, though, being 100% open and honest with you that I am deeply hurt that you would even consider having sex with someone else. Another man. That admission from you has shocked me in the most painful way ". In the analogy of the vase he acknowledged he was currently hurt by her admissions but their relationship, the vase, was still intact.

KC was silent. The elation of her obsession had passed and she now faced the repercussions of her dilemma. She saw the anguish in JC's eyes. It was not lost to her that rather than JC being angry over her selfish desires he instead absorbed the suffering for himself.

She quivered as she spoke: " JC I am so sorry about what has happened. Of what I have done. I was literally sex-crazed. Not myself. I do sympathize with you; I feel sorrow for you. It's difficult to believe but I may feel worse than you because I am the cause of your pain. You are my world."

" This sex stuff... this obsession about carnal sexual gratification... is not me. You are the whole package for me especially in the sex department. Please know, JC, that I will never be with anyone but you. The obsession... it was a fantasy. It frightens me that in my sex-crazed state I would even consider doing anything with anyone but my loving husband in real life. Please hear me, and believe me, when I tell you I recognize that I definitely crossed a line. The line I crossed was my being selfish and thinking, and desiring, to be with another man. I will never do that again." She lightly squeezed and caressed JC's hands. She eked out a slight smile. A smile that amply expressed her love for JC.

Jc was so impressed. So relieved. Usually in Literotica when a wife expresses that she even "might" have an interest in being with another man it is an instant marriage killer. It destroys the husbands trust completely and irreparably. He heard and accepted KC's recognition of her mistakes and her promise that it would never, could never, happen again.

KC had dropped the beautiful marriage vase. The symbolic pristine vase which, once broken, could never be 100% restored. But she and JC caught the vase before it hit the ground. Before it shattered. In the many Literotica stories that is extremely rare.

Now JC and KC were on the same team working towards a common goal again just as in the past. Together they could conquer any problem. All it took was being open and honest with each other.

They continued their discussion and agreed to these outcomes: KC being with any man other than JC: an emphatic "no way". KC fantasizing about sex with other men: allowable if properly controlled and definitely defined as a fantasy not a real life desire or ambition. The giant cock elation sensation: doable! They bought an oversized dildo and he fervently used it on her and she sometimes went solo. She loved JC using that giant cock on her. It hit all the right places. It did its job well. KC loved it when she and JC would have great sex, both orgasming to their heart's content, then JC using the giant dildo for the grand finale orgasm. Of course the dildo was named Priapus.

Once again their "problem" turned out to be an opportunity for increased happiness and growth.

Epilogue

Priapus did his job well. Too well. After a while KC became tired of it. It actually was often uncomfortable and even painful. The sex with JC was ever satisfying. They continued to read Literotica and role-play events they were interested in. Because they were always open and honest with each other one night after sex KC took a chance that she could admit something to JC that she thought about albeit very rarely. Something she realized after their near disaster.

She discovered the great irony that if she had actually gone through with her giant cock obsession and allowed another man to have sex with her not only would she have forever lost JC but after a while she would have lost interest in the giant cock as well.

JC and KC continued to read and enjoy Literotica. JC smiled thinking their story would do well in the "Loving Wives" genre. After all, KC was the very personification of a true "Loving Wife".