by dangerouslydead

Copyright© 2009 by dangerouslydead

Flash Story: There are far too many problems in the life of a man cuckolded.

Tags: Ma/Fa   Humor   Cheating   Cuckold  

I have been celibate for the last four years of my life. In those last four years I haven't had sex with anyone except the five sisters. And, before you ask, I am not a fat slob who is unlucky with women. I am what many have described as quite the eye candy. I am Six feet tall with washboard abs, a decent size dick, a killer sense of humor and a wife more beautiful than Ava Gardner. Yes, I have a wife. Now you know why this story is in the Loving Wives section of your favorite website.

I discovered four years ago that my wife was stepping out on me. Why did she step out on me, you ask? I have no idea and to be brutally honest I don't give a damn. I am 40 now. Yesterday, Amy, my youngest daughter got married and now I have no obligations left in the world. The only reason I endured the life of a cuckold was for the sake of my two daughters, who deserved better than a broken home. Nothing had changed for me, except for the sex, I was still as affectionate to my wife and daughter as I ever was. I was more concerned with giving my two darlings a complete set of parents.

How did I get away with refusing sex to my wife for four long years? The miracle of medicine. I am a research scientist with a federal agency and I know of a drug that can create the effect of erectile dysfunction and has no side effects. We use the drug to tame violent sex-offenders in custody. No, I am not going to name the drug here or anywhere else for that matter, it is a controlled drug, after all. So, for Kelly, I've had an erectile dysfunction for the last four years and it has not bothered her much, she is quite happy playing house with her boss Dennis.

Today, after the relatives left, I sat down and took stock of what needed to be done. I had already sold the mountain cabin and the ranch to give a cash gift to my eldest daughter and, unknown to my wife; I had also sold the house we lived in and given a marriage gift of cash to Amy yesterday. We had till the end of the month to pass on the house to the new owners. Both these sales monies were deposited into the joint account that Kelly and I had and the cheques given to Mandy and Amy were cosigned by both of us for sentimental reasons. Kelly did not ask me where the money came from as she had taken little interest in our finances. All that she knew about our finances was that she had a heavy-duty credit card which was paid in full on the first of every month. In her eyes we were very rich. We were very rich indeed, until such time as I decided to become poor. I had been systematically moving all of our money into the names of the girls for the last four years and although neither of my daughters had anything to worry about regarding their future, I was broke. I had already cashed in my 401K and spent every dime of it on Amy's marriage. In short, I was legally broke with nothing done illegally.

Kelly had rushed off to take care of something after her brother left and I knew exactly where. She was going to the Holiday Inn room number 102 to meet her lover. I knew that they planned to be there all day and she was to come back in the evening around 5. That was not going to happen; we were going to meet in another half an hour. I got into my car, which was pretty much all that I owned now and drove down to the Holiday Inn. Calmly I knocked on the door of room 102. It was Dennis who opened the door and he was taken aback to see me instead of the room-delivery that he was expecting. I walked in and he was alone in the room. I sat down on the sofa and look at him. Not a word was exchanged between us as yet. I was carrying a simple briefcase and nothing else.

Kelly walked out of the bathroom in a teddy and found me sitting on the sofa and Dennis sitting with his head in his hands on the bed. Did I tell you Dennis worked for his father-in-law and the house, the car, and all those things that mattered, were either in the name of the company or his wife. Come to think of it, in the case of his divorce he was flat broke too. That was the reason he had his head in his hands. Kelly was defiant as she looked into my eyes. "I am sorry you found out. I had to do something once I found out that we were never going to have sex again. Dennis means nothing for me except an erect cock and he knows it. He is a gentleman and has never sneered on you or spoken lightly about you. He knows that the only reason I am with him is your condition." She knew how to say the right things at the right time. But then, that is what you expect from a receptionist, isn't it. Quick thinking on her feet when faced with a call that the boss wanted to dodge.

"How long?" I asked.

"Three years. Have you seen any change in me in the last three years? I still love you just the same as I did when you were able to have sex."

"I am sure I am still able to have sex." I said to which she replied that she did not know if just getting her pussy licked was sex enough for her.

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