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Archive name: once.txt (MF, wife, cuck, intr)
Authors name: Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
Story title : Once a Year

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Once a Year (MF, wife, cuck, intr)
By Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

I first met Shelby three years ago at a nightclub. 
She was with a girlfriend that I knew from high 
school and they had been club hopping.

I got an introduction courtesy of my high school 
acquaintance and fell head over heals for her the 
moment she opened her mouth to speak. I don't know 
if you have ever experienced this, but I knew that 
I loved her the moment we met.

I also knew that she was way out of my league. She 
was like a goddess walking the earth. Shelby has a 
body that is perfect in every way. Her shape is the 
ideal and her skin is so perfect that she looks 
like one of those Greek sculptures. And she has 
beautiful blonde hair and vivid blue eyes and a 
smile to die for.

In that first moment I was hooked. I realized then 
and there that I had to have her. I had to marry 
her and have her as mine in every why there is to 
have another person. She was my life, suddenly 
everything changed for me. Now everything was 
either "before Shelby" or "after Shelby" that was 
how I defined my life from that day forward.

I was amazed that she would even consider talking 
to me, but she did. She was bright and witty and I 
was a slave at her feet. When she agreed to go out 
with me I was in heaven and could hardly get 
through the workweek until the next Saturday and 
our date.

We enjoyed ourselves immensely on our first date. 
Anything Shelby wanted Shelby got. I was so proud 
to be seen with this perfect goddess that I was 
walking on clouds the whole time. All I can really 
remember about that first date was her taking my 
arm and walking beside me into the restaurant and 
the theater. And how everyone's eyes went wide when 
they saw my date.

I wasn't thinking too far ahead on that first date 
because I didn't really expect our relationship to 
last. I didn't really hope that Shelby would like 
me enough to go out with me again. I felt nervous, 
and I was awkward and a stumblebum, but by the end 
of the night I felt much better much more confident 
and hopeful. Shelby had actually seemed to enjoy 
herself with me.

I was able to muster up the courage to ask her out 
for the next Saturday, not really thinking she'd 
accept. But to my surprise she invited me over to 
her apartment for dinner the very next night.

That night, after I'd dropped Shelby off at her 
place, I drove home in a complete daze. Her perfume 
still lingered in my car and the soft moistness of 
her lipstick still clung to my lips. I couldn't 
believe that she'd actually leaned into me at her 
front door and kissed me. It wasn't just a peck on 
the cheek either; it had been a long slow full kiss 
right on the lips. I was still in pleasant shock 
when I unlocked my front door and stumbled into my 
lonely apartment.

I'd had every intention of stripping down and 
taking the napkin from the restaurant that Shelby 
had wiped her mouth on and masturbate wildly 
pretending that she was giving me a blowjob. But 
for some reason I didn't do it, I couldn't bring 
myself to mess up the cloth that had been so close 
to the lips that I'd just kissed. I put the napkin 
away in my Shelby "keepsake" box, and I added to 
the box extensively over the next few months.

After dating Shelby for several months I felt 
confident enough to bring up the subject of sex. 
I'd dated enough to have some experience with 
women, not that I was an expert, but I'd had 
intercourse with 6 women before Shelby, one of 
which I'd dated for several months and had been 
intimate with over and over again until she finally 
moved to another city for her job.

I hadn't mentioned sex to Shelby, hoping that she 
would bring it up, but after 20 dates with her I 
thought it was time. You might not believe this but 
I had stopped masturbating completely when I met 
Shelby, and it had been months since I'd had an 
orgasm.

As you can imagine, my dreams were becoming wetter 
and wetter as time went on, and I was finally 
driven to bring the subject up.

Well, you could have driven a truck through my 
mouth when Shelby told me that she didn't like sex, 
never had, and although she "loved" me she didn't 
want to have sex with me.

After I was able to shut my mouth and swallow, I 
realized what she had said. Then I began to fear 
that I'd crossed some kind of line that I might 
lose her. I started to proclaim to her how 
unimportant sex was to me, that if we never did it, 
I'd be just as happy, that I hoped that I hadn't 
embarrassed her and asked for her forgiveness.

I was rewarded with a brilliant smile and she 
apologized to me for her failing. She said that she 
wished she could enjoy sex and that if she ever 
could it would be with someone as sensitive and 
understanding as me.

Well, to make a long story short we got married 3 
months latter. Shelby was the picture of a perfect 
bride. Her beautiful flawless skin freshly tanned, 
was a perfect foil for her lacy white bride's 
dress. I can safely say that Shelby was the most 
beautiful bride anyone could hope to see. I watched 
the men attending our wedding and saw their eyes 
linger on her and I could see their speculative 
expressions. I knew that every one of them were 
fantasizing about making it with my bride. So was 
I.

Our wedding night was memorable in the fact that 
Shelby insisted that we make love. I was surprised 
and delighted. I asked her if she was sure, that 
I'd pretty much accepted the fact that she didn't 
like it and I didn't want to force myself on her.

In the end we made love. I did everything I could 
to make it good for her. I made sure that we had a 
lot of foreplay, I made sure to get her soaking wet 
before trying intercourse with her.

When I mounted my beautiful sexy bride I did so 
gingerly and sank into her slowly and carefully. 
When I thrust in and out of her I did it gently, 
always looking into her eyes to make sure she 
wasn't in pain or anything.

As I fucked my beautiful perfect wife I knew that 
she wasn't enjoying it like I was. The feeling of 
slipping my dick in and out of her slick cunt was 
inducing such pleasure as I'd never experienced 
before. Knowing that I was trusting into her 
perfect body was making me absolutely crazy.

It didn't take more that 10 thrusts before my body 
jerked in reaction to the most intense orgasm of my 
life. I hadn't cum for almost six months, ever 
since I'd met Shelby and this release was 
extraordinary.

I could feel myself pulsing my seed into her. It 
kept up for the longest time until I knew I was 
spent, but I still slowly thrust in and out of my 
bride's cunt, not wanting the moment to end.

But as all things do, it did end. Shelby ended it 
for me. She finally shifted her weight just enough 
so that I slipped out of her sperm-slickened cunt 
and a big glob of my cum oozed out onto the sheets 
making her gasp in surprise and quickly get up 
before the sheets were totally messed.

***

That lovemaking session was the last time I had sex 
with Shelby for exactly a year. Every time I 
mentioned sex to her she reminded me that I'd 
promised that I'd accept her the way she was and 
not pester her.

It was excruciating to lie next to her at night 
with my need so obvious and undeniable. After 
several months of this Shelby decided that we 
should sleep apart. She felt that it would make it 
easier for me. I begged her not to make me sleep 
alone. Even if I couldn't make love to her, just 
the closeness was better than nothing.

But she wouldn't relent. She told me that she felt 
guilty and it was eating away at her, and if we 
were to make a go of our marriage that it would be 
best to sleep in separate bedrooms. What could I 
say? If I pressed it further I was risking our 
relationship.

***

I don't mean to imply that we didn't have good 
times together. I was still very proud to be seen 
with her in public. The looks that she received 
from every man that saw her and their envy at my 
closeness to her was a real ego boost for me.

Shelby always dressed to kill, and having her on my 
arm made me something special. She would even 
snuggle up to me in public like she couldn't get 
enough of me. I even heard once during our first 
year together that she'd told a friend of hers that 
I was like a god in bed. That was nice of her, and 
it increased everyone's opinion of me, but I would 
have given that respect up in a New York minute for 
intercourse with Shelby.

Then came our Wedding anniversary. Shelby couldn't 
bring herself to have sex with me a second time, 
but she did give me an excellent hand job. I 
remember it like it was yesterday. She made me 
strip and sat me on the couch and beat me off, 
looking at my swollen dick and commenting on how 
nice it looked.

I hadn't masturbated for several weeks prior to 
this because I'd hoped that we might have sex again 
on our anniversary. Shelby had mentioned that we 
might, several months earlier.

Sitting there naked with my beautiful wife oowing 
and ahhing my stiff dick and watching her perfect 
little fingers wrapped around my member made it so 
I hadn't a chance of holding out very long. I 
wanted to hold out, I wanted to sit there with my 
perfect wife, and her perfect fingers pumping me 
forever.

But alas, I only held out for a couple of minutes 
and groaned in distress and intense pleasure as I 
pumped a gusher of hot cum out all over her hand 
and my lap.

That was the only sex I received that second year. 
That one jerk off. I still got glimpses of her 
beautiful body from time to time, after all we did 
live in the same apartment, and I could see her 
walking down the hall to the bathroom. But we 
hardly ever touched and we only kissed in public so 
people could see that we loved each other.

Then the dark day in our marriage came. At first I 
couldn't believe it. 

I was supposed to attend a meeting in Baltimore and 
planned to be away over night. This type of thing 
happened with my work several times a month and was 
nothing more than a routine trip for me. But as it 
happened the buyer I was supposed to meet with had 
a serious cold and had canceled the week's 
meetings. I didn't know about this until I was at 
the airport ready to catch my plane.

I decided to go by the house to change out of my 
suit and into my regular everyday clothes before 
heading back to work. But when I pulled up in the 
driveway of our house I saw a strange BMW parked in 
there. At first I didn't understand why someone 
would park their car on our property. But I soon 
realized that this stranger wasn't a stranger to 
Shelby.

Still unable to comprehend what was going on I 
entered the house and stood in the entryway 
listening. I don't know why I did that, why I 
didn't call out for Shelby, I just had a feeling.

Then I heard it, a soft moan of pleasure. Then 
another. I was bounding up the stairs and lopping 
down the hall and crashed through the bedroom door 
and stopped dead in my tracks.

There was my angel, spread-eagled on her bed with a 
big black man firming planted between her legs. His 
lighter colored butt rose and fell as he continued 
to fuck her even after the noise I had just made.

Shelby cried out and struggled to pull herself from 
under her black lover. At first he wouldn't let her 
up, but finally she yelled at him to stop, calling 
him by name, and he looked over his shoulder at me 
and grinned, then he pulled out of my wife and 
rolled over on his back and propped his head behind 
his hands and watched me.

I looked down at the man who had just been plowing 
my beautiful wife. His big slimy dick had to have 
been more that 10 inches long and impossibly thick. 
For a moment I couldn't pull my eyes away from it, 
it was fantastic, bigger than I could have 
imagined, and it had been inside my wife's cunt.

Finally I tore my eyes away from the shiny black 
monster and looked at my wife. Shelby had grabbed 
the bed covers and pulled them up to cover herself. 
I didn't know what to say, I just stood there and 
let the enormity what whet I'd seen wash over me.

My honey was cheating on me. She was fucking 
another man, and withholding herself from me, her 
rightful husband. How could she do it? How could 
she have denied me the pleasure of her body for so 
long and give herself to this big black man? How 
could she?

I grew angry, more angry that I'd ever been in my 
life. I began to accuse Shelby of all kinds of 
things. I ranted and raved, and called her all 
kinds of names until suddenly I felt a blow to the 
back of my head and my knees buckled.

I was lying on the floor looking up at the big 
black man and he was looking down at me. He laughed 
and told me that he'd been fucking my wife for the 
past several months, and that all she'd needed was 
a real man to take care of her needs.

I felt like vomiting. Wasn't I a real man? Didn't I 
have all the equipment that my wife needed to be 
happy? I vocalized my thoughts, looking at Shelby, 
but the black man yelled at me, telling me that 
apparently I didn't have the right equipment and 
that I looked like a sissy boy lying on the floor 
and that if I wanted to impress my wife I'd get up 
and fight for her.

***

To make a long story short Jamul (that's his name) 
now lives with us. I still don't get to make love 
to my wife, but I do get to watch Jamul doing her 
and that is quite a sight. I'm less happy about 
having to suck him clean afterwards when he's in 
the mood to make me. But what the hey, at least I 
get to be close to Shelby. 

Jamul doesn't go out in public with us because he's 
wanted by the authorities. So I still get the rush 
of all the men's envy when Shelby bites my earlobe 
and tells me how sexy I am while everyone looks on.

     For other stories by Michael, visit:
      www.asstr.org/~Kristen/phoenix/

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