There he was, sitting on the edge of a bed after another failure. Another pathetic attempt to have sex with his wife.

He sat there like a big pile of embarrassment.

He sat there naked, his slightly overweight belly hiding his small limp dick from his view.

He looked at his wife, Stella.

She was an absolutely stunning woman. A perfect 10.

Charles could not understand how someone who calls himself a man can’t get hard over a woman like that. Or when it gets kind of hard for a moment it goes soft soon after. Pathetic.

Stella was lying there looking at her phone. She was naked under that blanket.

One side of her was not covered with a blanket and was visible from her toes all the way to her neck. The curves of her tanned body were so feminine and sexy

Her father was Italian and this is probably where she got her slightly darker skin. She also liked to sunbathe. So her skin was amazingly golden brown.

Stella also trained regularly, watched what she was eating and took very good care of her body and it showed.

So one side of her naked, golden brown beautiful body was not covered by a blanket. Her breasts were under the blanket but the sizable mounds the blanket formed over them gave a pretty good idea of their size.

Charles knew that. He had paid for those breasts. Stella got to choose the size of course and as the result showed, she liked them rather big.

So the vision of that part of her naked body should have been enough to get any man hard, but not him, not Charles, somehow.

At first when these problems arose, Stella was trying to console him. They tried to find excuses and convinced each other that it would get better. But it did not. It only got worse.

The worst part now was that Stella had accepted the situation and they still tried from time to time to have sex but after every failure they did not even talk about it anymore. Stella scrolled her phone and Charles drowned in his self - pity.

“Chuck, I want to go to sleep. Are you coming too? I want to turn off the lights,” said Stella. Stella and his friends called him Chuck.

“I will take a shower, honey. You can go ahead and turn off the lights,” replied Chuck and left the room.

He trudged through his beautiful house toward the bathroom.

The house was big, modern and even a bit luxurious. Chuck could afford it because he was working in a prominent position in a big IT company. He had moved up successfully on the career ladder over the years. He was paid very handsomely.

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at his overweight body. How many times had he convinced himself that he was going to start eating healthy and start training and so on. He even started several times but these attempts always died young.

He dragged himself into the shower and spent quite a long time there under the running water, wondering whether he could still consider himself a man if he couldn’t satisfy his beautiful wife sexually.

When Stella woke up the next morning, Chuck was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Chuck always woke up before her.

Stella looked sexy. She had put her long dark hair up in a bun. But despite the bun, her hair was still sexily messy from sleeping. She was wearing her long sleeping t - shirt. The shirt was long enough to cover up her butt but when she raised her hands up to get something from a shelf for example, it revealed her perfectly round buttocks and the thong visible between them.

“Good morning, honey” greeted Stella with a still sleepy voice.

“Good morning babe. How did you sleep?” responded Chuck cheerfully.

Everything always seemed better in the morning. Routine everyday stuff helped him not to think too much about his failures in bed.

He had sought help from doctors and tried some pills but these got him only so far. He still lost his erection too quickly even if he got one.

It was Sunday so they did not have to go to work and could stay home all day.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I bought a perfect outfit for my office party next Friday. I will put it on later and show you if you want” said Stella while eating her breakfast.

“Sure, honey. What was the theme again for that party?” he asked. “A Midnight Glamour,” replied Stella

. “So I guess that means glamorous dresses and stuff?” Chuck followed up

. “Yep. As much as I have heard, all the girls in the office are trying to really impress with their dresses,” said Stella with a smile.

“And you?” Chuck asked with a friendly, slightly mischievous grin.

“I will show you soon enough. I believe you will like it,” replied Stella and now she had that naughty look on her face that Chuck liked so much.

Later that afternoon, Chuck was sitting at the dining table in the living room, casually scrolling through random entertaining content on his laptop. Stella had been in the bedroom for a while.

The room was quiet when Chuck suddenly heard a soft cough, as if someone was trying to get his attention. Chuck turned towards the sound and saw Stella.

She was standing near the bedroom door wearing her outfit.

It was absolutely stunning. She was wearing a figure - hugging black outfit. The delicate lace bustier accentuated her curves, with thin shoulder straps revealing her tanned shoulders. A tight, high - waisted black mini skirt hugged her hips and thighs, paired with sheer black thigh - high stockings featuring elegant lace bands. Long silver earrings and a delicate necklace added a touch of glamour, while a small black purse with a gold chain strap completed the look. Her outfit had a generously cut neckline, leaving much of her upper cleavage exposed.

Chuck just stared at her and did not realise that the silence had lasted too long already, making it a bit awkward for Stella.

“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything? Don’t you like it?” asked Stella

. That almost woke Chuck up from a sort of trance. He closed his mouth that had been slightly open for the whole time and swallowed. “No, I mean yes, of course I like it. It is simply stunning,” he finally managed to say.

Chuck was conflicted internally. On one hand, he absolutely loved the way Stella looked in that outfit. It was incredibly hot, revealing just enough of her feminine features and curves while still covering all the right places. Somehow, that only gave his imagination even more room to wander into decidedly impure territory. On the other hand, Stella was going to wear this outfit to her office party, where plenty of other men, most of them drunk, would be present. Men who, just like Chuck, would let their sexual fantasies run wild, devouring her with their eyes and mentally undressing her as she walked by.

It was not that Chuck did not trust Stella. He did. She had never given him a reason to be jealous or a reason to suspect she was going to cheat on him.

But their recent troubles in the bedroom had made Chuck increasingly insecure about their relationship. He knew that a woman like Stella can be unsatisfied only for so long. Chuck tried not to think about that too often because it made him depressed but he could not completely ignore it as well.

“I love it. The other girls at the office can wear what they want, but they could not get even near your level,” he complimented Stella with a warm smile.

“Oh, honey, that is so sweet,” she replied, stepping closer and kissing Chuck.

The rest of the week until Friday went on routinely and was pleasantly uneventful.

When Chuck got home from work on Friday, Stella was already there. This wasn’t unusual, as Stella only worked part - time as a receptionist at a large law firm.

Chuck had told Stella on several occasions that she didn’t have to work unless she genuinely wanted to. He earned more than enough to support them both and give them the comfortable lifestyle they wanted, so her job was entirely a matter of personal choice rather than financial necessity.

Stella had explained that she would die of boredom if she had to stay at home all day. She enjoyed having a job, interacting with people and being part of a social environment. She needed that human connection; it was simply part of who she was. So she had decided to find a job she genuinely enjoyed.

Stella was getting ready for her party. She was pacing between bathroom and bedroom. Probably doing her makeup, putting on a hundred different lotions and creams and stuff and dressing bit by bit.

Chuck observed it all from the dining table while having a glass of whiskey as he was always doing on Friday nights.

At around 7 PM, she was ready.

Stella stepped out of the bedroom, wearing that same outfit she showed him the other day. Today she was also wearing pretty strong makeup. Stella had one of those faces that did not really need makeup to look good but Chuck had to admit that when she had it on she looked even hotter than usual.

She dialled a number on her phone and Chuck heard how she called herself a cab.

Their house was in quite a secluded place and the only way to get into the city was to use a cab if you did not want to drive by yourself.

“So, how do I look?” asked Stella with a naughty grin and posed playfully to Chuck.

That outfit really did not cover much of her body and she looked very sexy in it.

“I am really lost for words,” replied Chuck and took a sip of his drink.

When the cab was there, Stella put on her fur coat, gave Chuck a kiss and set to leave.

“I am not sure what time I will be back, so no need to wait for me,” she said at the door and left.

“Have fun! “ Chuck called after her, but she was already out the door and probably hadn’t heard that last part.

As the evening went on, Chuck tried to occupy his mind with different stuff to keep himself from thinking about Stella at that party. But it was a hopeless battle. His thoughts kept ending up with her, their troubles in bed and what that would eventually make Stella do.

He had just finished his third glass of whiskey and felt a bit tipsy. That made his imagination run wilder than usual.

He imagined Stella sneaking off with one of her male colleagues into a dark, secluded office somewhere in their large workplace. The guy bends her over to the desk, lifts her skirt up, pulls the panties aside and fucks her while she moans with pleasure.

He shook that picture out of his mind and convinced himself that it is stupid, Stella would never do that.

A moment later another one of his imaginations crept in. In this, Stella was giving a man in a suit a blowjob while another guy was pounding her from behind.

Again he said to himself that Stella would never cheat on him like that.

Or would she? Can he really blame her if she looked for another man to have sex with when Chuck was unable to it?

Well, of course it would be wrong and that would be awful ... but still ... a woman like Stella has needs and at some point she physically needs to have sex.

So can he really blame her if she cheated on him? That question stayed in his head and after a while he felt how he started to make peace with the idea that Stella would eventually cheat on him.

It was 11 PM and he turned on the TV and really tried to focus on a random movie to escape those weird and awful thoughts.

Chuck yawned and checked the time. It was almost 1 AM and he decided to go to bed. He had no idea when Stella will be back so there was no point in staying up and waiting for her.

As he stood up from the couch to go to the bathroom, he heard a car approaching. Since there were no other houses around, it must have been Stella who returned from her party.

Soon after, he heard footsteps on the stairs outside the front door. The door opened and as expected it was Stella.

She seemed happy and drunk. Both were expected.

Stella liked to have sex but when she was drunk, that went to another level. When she was drunk she did not want to have sex or make love, then she wanted to fuck.