Why Can't We Stop? (Patreon)

It was the way Sarah hummed that tended to trigger Martin’s anxiety. It was such a small thing, and yet the humming was the perfect sign that his wife was off in another place. She was thinking about the new man in her life, the one that had upended her notions of sexual pleasure and shown her that Martin hadn’t been giving Sarah what she needed.

After two months of watching his wife spend most of each Saturday completely lost in a sense of anticipatory lust, Martin couldn’t handle it anymore. Her need for Jason, the man that had filled the sexual void in Sarah’s life, had grown so strong that it spread beyond Saturdays. She’d begun to seem distracted on Friday night and a little disheartened on Sundays, as if one night with another man wasn’t enough to satiate her ever-increasing sexual desire.

“I think I’m ready for us to end this experiment,” Martin said as he followed his wife into the bedroom.

“Experiment?” Sarah asked.

“The cuckolding,” he said. “I think I’m ready for it to end. I think it’s gotten a little out of hand, if I’m being honest.”

Sarah offered a quizzical look and asked, “Out of hand?”

“Yeah,” Martin said. “It feels like you think about him all the time, like your entire weekend is consumed with Jason even though you only spend one night with him. It feels like we don’t really get to have weekends anymore because of it.”

“You’re being a little dramatic, don’t you think? We watched a movie together last night. We had a bottle of wine. We fooled around a little. I even gave you a handjob,” Sarah said. “Didn’t you enjoy that?”

“I did,” Martin said. “I really did. But we didn’t have sex and the whole time you were giving me the handjob you were talking about Jason.”

“Martin, honey, let’s not pretend that you didn’t like that. I think we both know you loved that. I can feel it when I stroke you. I can feel that your cock gets so much harder when I tell you how badly I want to fuck Jason and how much I need to feel him slide into my pussy again,” Sarah said as she crossed her arms. “We’ve been together for six years, Martin. I know your orgasms. I know when they’re better. I know you’ve been cumming harder since I started fucking Jason than you’ve ever cum before.”

“Well I feel like I’m losing you,” Martin shot back. “Sometimes I feel like we’re not a couple anymore.”

“You’re being unfair,” Sarah said. “I sleep with Jason one night a week. One night a week I get to have the sex I actually crave. One night a week I get to be with a man that can actually take me to the wild heights of pleasure every woman craves.”

Martin hadn’t expected so much pushback from his wife. He figured they’d find an amicable way to bring their sexual experiment to an end and return to the way things had been before Sarah started sleeping with Jason.

“What is it you need, Martin?” she asked. “It felt like you were getting what you needed. It felt like you were happier as a cuckold than you’d ever been. It felt like your sexual fantasies were coming to life in an even hotter way than you expected, so what do you need?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I really don’t know. Something just doesn’t feel right. Every time Jason shows up you look at him like he’s some sort of god. It seems like you worship him, too. You give him head like you’ve never given me head. When you fuck him it’s unlike how you and I have ever fucked. Plus, you’re talking about letting him have anal sex with you. You’ve never even let me play with your asshole, let alone fuck it.”

“So you’re jealous,” Sarah said. “Isn’t that part of being a cuckold? Don’t you feel jealous? Don’t you feel anxious? Don’t you feel like you’re losing your wife to someone else? Isn’t that part of the thrill?”

“It was. Now it feels like it’s making me miserable,” Martin said.

Sarah’s smile caught Martin off guard. “I guess we should do something about that.”

“That’s what I’m saying. We should stop. We should go back to the way things were.”

Sarah stepped closer and reached out to caress the front of Martin’s pants. “Actually, I had something different in mind. You see, I’m not going back to the way things were. You can’t put this particular genie back in the bottle. It’s not that Jason is some sort of god among men. It’s just that he’s good at fucking me and you’re not. We were so young when we got together that I didn’t realize that sex could be better than what you were giving me. Now I do, Martin, so I’m not going back. I refuse to go back. I love you and I want to stay married to you, but I don’t have to. I’m not spending the next thirty years of my life having bad sex with you. I’m just not willing to do it.”

Martin had considered many possible responses to his suggestion that they end their cuckolding experiment, but a threat of divorce hadn’t been among them.

“What do you suggest, then?” he asked.

“I think there are lots of options,” Sarah said as she unzipped his pants. “For instance, you could stop watching.” Her fingers reached inside and pulled out his cock. “I know you love seeing Jason’s beautiful cock slide into my wet, needy pussy, but you could simply end the voyeuristic part of your cuckolding. You could leave the house on Saturday night or sleep in the basement so you wouldn’t even have to hear us. We could pretend that I’m having an affair, that my husband is so unskilled in the sexual arts that I had to find another man to fuck me and that I’m boldly doing it in our marital bed because it feels so much hotter.”

Martin’s brain was foggy with lust as Sarah’s soft, skilled fingers moved up and down his erect shaft.

“Would you like that, Martin? Would you like it if I was having an affair instead of cuckolding you?” she asked.

“No,” he said.

“How about I cut you off completely? How about you become a cuckold like the ones in those stories you read? How about you never get to enjoy my pussy again? Would you like that? I could put your cock in a chastity device and make sure you never get hard unless you’ve gone above and beyond to earn the pleasure of a release. Would you like that? Do you want me to truly cuckold you, Martin? Do you want me to research how to be a cuckoldress and make you truly embrace your shortcomings in the bedroom?” Sarah asked as she stepped back, pulled off her shirt, unhooked her bra, and freed her wondrous breasts.

“No, I don’t want that,” Martin said.

“Why not?” she asked while fondling her breasts and pulling on her nipples.

“Because that sounds terrible,” he answered.

“What if I start seeing Jason more often?” Sarah asked as she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. “What if I start fucking him whenever I feel like it? What if I start spending nights at his house? What if I truly set myself free and do whatever I want because that’s what feels good?”

Martin felt the arousal encircling him. He felt it enveloping his body and making it nearly impossible to think.

“To be honest, I was thinking of doing that anyway. You’re right about one thing, Martin. I can’t stop thinking about Jason. He’s on my mind all the time. The sex is so good that my body craves it day and night. I’m wet when I wake up in the morning and wet when I go to sleep at night. I’m wet at work. I was wet last night when we were watching that movie. I need him more than I get to have him,” Sarah said.

Before Martin could respond she reached up to unbutton his shirt. She tossed it on the floor, removed his pants, and pushed him into the bed.

Sarah crawled on top of him and lowered her wet pussy onto his cock. Martin moaned as he felt the heat of her flesh envelop his erection.

“You’re not wrong though, sweetheart. I’ve been neglecting you. I thought that watching me fuck Jason would be enough for you. I thought that me cuckolding you would be enough, but I was wrong,” Sarah said as she slowly worked Martin’s cock with her slick pussy.

Sarah leaned down and kissed him aggressively. Her lips pressed hard against his and her tongue pushed into his mouth. It wasn’t an erotic exchange. It was almost like she was asserting a sense of ownership over his mouth.

“I want to see Jason more often,” she said. “What do you want?”

She’d already moved past the idea of ending his cuckolding. That clearly wasn’t on the table, which left Martin scrambling.

“What about more blowjobs?” he asked.

“No,” Sarah replied as she lifted her pussy off his cock and dropped it down once more. “I don’t like going down on you, Martin. I just don’t. I’m not entirely sure why, but it’s as far from arousing as a sexual activity can be for me. I swear, it dries me out. It just does.”

Sarah’s pussy felt so perfect that Martin could barely think straight. He knew she was manipulating him and yet he couldn’t find the energy to care. He was awash in pleasure and in a way he was receiving more attention from her than he had in weeks.

“Can we have more sex?” he asked.

Sarah sat up and placed her hands on his chest. She moved her pussy back and forth over his cock, bathing him in her wetness and rubbing her clit into his pelvis.

“Is that what you crave?” Sarah asked. “Do you want my pussy? Do you want to feel my wetness? Do you want to feel that beautiful heat around your dick?”

Martin nodded.

“How about sloppy seconds sex?” she asked. “That would be more fun for me. I think I’d enjoy knowing that you only get to fuck me after Jason’s had his way with me. I’d get satisfied by the better man in my life and then you have to slide your disappointing dick inside me and use his cum for lube.”

Martin didn’t want to groan. He didn’t want to make it seem like he loved the idea. He didn’t want to tacitly admit that he was every bit the cuckold his wife thought he was, but there was no stopping it. The moan came out. It was loud and sensual and unmistakable.

“It’s decided then,” Sarah said. “You only get to fuck me after Jason’s had me. You only get to fuck me when I’m filled with his cum.”

Just like that his sex life had changed. Just like that Sarah had incentivized Martin to encourage her to fuck Jason more often. Not only had she denied his original request, she’d changed the scope of their marriage again.

“Maybe we should take it further,” Sarah said. “Maybe you should only be allowed handjobs if I can use Jason’s cum as lube. Maybe I should have to let his cum drip out of my pussy and onto your cock before I wrap my fingers around you. Maybe I should decide whether you deserve to fuck me or you get a handjob, but either way your dick is going to be bathed in my bull’s load.”

Martin reached out and ran his fingers over Sarah’s waist, up her back, and to her breasts. He played with them while she smiled and moaned.

“Do you like that idea, Martin? Do you like the idea of your orgasms being tied to Jason’s orgasms? I think you do. I think that look on your face says you do. I think you love that idea, in fact,” Sarah said.

Martin wasn’t sure if he liked the idea or he simply liked the fact that his wife’s pussy felt so good. He couldn’t think clearly.

“I’ll tell you what, Martin. If you like the idea, go ahead and cum inside me. We’ll make it the last time you get to cum in your wife’s pussy without Jason’s load inside me,” Sarah said.

She leaned down, kissed him, and rode him harder. Martin was stuck in a place of wild desire and the only thing he wanted was to cum inside her. Sarah had made it perfectly clear that doing so would change their marriage – and perhaps in a way he wouldn’t enjoy – but he was too far gone.

“Cum inside me,” Sarah said. “Fill my pussy. Explode inside me, Martin. Cum in your wife.”

Martin grabbed her ass, pushed his cock up inside her, and did as his wife desired. He came inside her. He sealed his fate. He turned his orgasms over to her, ensuring that each would be a cum-soaked affair with Jason’s seed being used as his lube.

“That’s good. Enjoy my pussy. Fill it, Martin. Fill it like a husband is supposed to,” Sarah said.

Martin smiled as his cock pulsed inside his wife and the pleasure of his climax spread outwards from his loins.

“Just think,” she said. “If you’re good tonight you might get to enjoy your first sloppy seconds fuck.”

“That would be incredible,” he said before something occurred to him. “Did you cum?

“No, sweetheart. That’s okay, though. I have Jason for that. That’s not your job anymore. I’ll cum as many times as I want tonight. You just worry about being a good cuckold for me, okay?” Sarah asked.

“Okay,” Martin said.

Sarah lifted her pussy from his cock and cum spilled out, coating his shaft and balls and making quite a mess.

“Would you mind doing me a small favor? Would you make sure the house is clean before Jason gets here? You know how I hate for things to look sloppy when we have guests,” Sarah said before walking towards the bathroom.

“Of course,” Martin replied.

He’d started the day thinking he was going to end their cuckolding experiment and reclaim his wife. He’d failed in that endeavor and in the process he’d managed to sink deeper into cuckolding.

Martin couldn’t deny the sense of satisfaction he felt, though. He’d just had a great orgasm and as much as he was loathe to admit it, he liked the idea of his climaxes being cuckold-fueled. He liked that Sarah seemed to understand that he needed more and he liked that she’d been imaginative enough to give him more while pushing him deeper into his status as a cuckold.

Martin cleaned himself up, got dressed, and got to work tidying up before Jason’s arrival as his mind turned to the fun that would unfold in their bedroom that night. Gone were the anxieties that had plagued him prior to talking to Sarah. They’d been replaced by the kind of excitement that he felt when his cuckolding had begun. Life was good again.