PART 1: RETICENCE

I sat on our love seat, tugging, pulling, and twisting at it. I’d been doing this off and on for months, but to no avail. Not that I expected immediate results, as the perceived changes had happened over years. But some indication that it was returning to a heftier state would have been nice. Now I admonished myself for not seeking a solution sooner.

“What the heck are you doing over there, Richard?” my wife, Gayle, asked as she passed me. She didn’t glance back.

I jumped, startled that I hadn’t heard her enter the den. Reticence wanted to grab my hand and pull me away from the room, but my dire need for empathy won out. I stuffed my cock back into my shorts. If she’d seen what I had been up to, she wasn’t acknowledging it. That only fed my belief that I wasn’t as prominent as before.

“I swear my cock has shrunk over time. How can that be?” I bemoaned.

“Well, I’ve heard it happens,” she answered casually, while straightening the sectional blanket and pillows. Her indifference only heightened my anxiety.

Can’t she see I’m in crisis? After all these years together, she should recognize my need for spousal validation!

I looked up to contest her apparent indifference. Instead, my thoughts were overtaken by her sultry elegance as she moved about the room. Gayle had always been a head turner to me. Whether dressed to the nines or, in this instance, a comfy T-shirt and shorts, she exuded confidence with an undertone of adventure. Knowing the breadth of possibilities her mind could conjure up only added to the mystique that kept me alert and enchanted.

I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed those attributes. Her allure had drawn many a man’s interest over the years. Most were innocent flirtations, while some were amusing attempts to woo her from men who were clearly intimidated by her confidence and demeanor. And then, there were the lotharios who didn’t care if their targets were married or not. To them, she was a conquest. To me, their actions were fodder for our hotwife fantasy play.

I admired how she handled them all. She, in turn, recognized that the more aggressive the suitor had been, the more intense my orgasms were when we had sex afterward. That led her to incorporate teasing and domination into our hotwife fantasy play, along with occasional restraints like cuffs or a cock cage.

We dabbled in soft swap adventures as well. No restraining or mental manipulation was needed there. Just the sight of her pleasing another man was enough to overwhelm my senses. Afterward, we would fuck all night. It was those experiences that made me realize just how excited I got from watching her with other men, and helped evolve my femdom and hotwife desires into a fetish.

My mind snapped back to the present moment. My appeal to her may have started as a need for affirmation that we were...

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