My husband had prostrate surgery a year ago and now needs a p**** pump. I never say no to s** because I love him but to tell the truth, I feel nauseous when he puts his half limp d*** in me. I never o***** and he doesn’t even c** anymore.
One of his best friends is a firefighter who gets a lot of time off. He does odd jobs and came over one day to drop off shelving for our spare room. My husband was at work.
It was then that he mentioned that my husband told him about his situation and that he felt really bad for us. He said that I was a great woman for staying with him but deserved to have my needs met too.
I started to tear up and he came over to hug me. He then kissed me and guided my hand down to his d***, which was rock hard. He whispered that no one would ever find out. I just froze with my hand still on his d***. He kept kissing me and pulled his d*** out. It was so big and hard I felt dizzy.
He pushed me to my knees and I started blowing him. He started pumping my mouth and within a few minutes he came hard and I swallowed all his c**. He told me to keep sucking and then he became hard again really fast. He then bent me over by a window and f***** me hard. I lost count of how many times I came. He then pulled out and came in my mouth again.
As he was pulling up his pants he said you really needed that and I said yes. We’ve been f****** ever since. I feel guilty about it but at the same time I think this may have saved our marriage too.