315 Sending in a substitute.

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315 Sending in a substitute.Sending in a substitute. This is a story inspired by a hamster story {https://xhamster.com/users/caged4ever) about cuckolding that had the chap who supplied it to send me this basic story. It is a fact that I, Tommy Wellington, known locally as ‘Boots’ have a wife that is 10years younger than me, most desirable, and a head turner. Her name is Tina, she`s five feet six inches tall, 29years old and has an hourglass figure that other men drool over, especially the 40d`s and the long straight, chestnut hair, that are my personal special ‘trophy`s!’ We have been married for 10 magic years, sadly she can`t bear c***dren, can`t produce eggs the doc said, something we had to accept, the advantage of that being she didn’t have monthlies, and our sex life was not interrupted.we are and always will be, deeply in love, and for the first eight wonderful years, life sexually was a hoot, her being as energetic as she is a looker, and although a fantastic teaser to other men, I have not in all the time I have known her, ever had a moments worry about her straying, she`s so in love with me and so faithful. Both of us were brought up that way, marriage to us meant man and wife, till death and all that stuff, so what happened in May of 2014, came as a shock to both of us. At the time, I drove a van delivering parcels, and my daily route never changed, leave the depot at eight, south from Stafford on the M6 to start. Deliver to Hilton park services kitchen, then Corley services, and then to Frankly back at the M5, return empty to Stafford, reload and have lunch, then northwards to Stafford and Keele services. It was on this last leg that fateful afternoon that I got involved with a traffic accident. They tell me, a swerving car with a blowout, clouted my van, this then was hit by first one and then another artic, my van finally stopped rolling over, up a tree at the motorway side looking like it had been bombed. After the first impact all I was aware of when I came too was the fierce pain in my right foot and my crutch being trapped by the steering wheel to the seat in a vice like grip on my most precious possession. The fire service had me out and I was sedated so within the hour I was in the Royal Stoke hospital high as a kite! When I was next lucid, next day! At my bedside was Tina, looking tired, and pensive, my crutch, swathed in bandages and my ankle in plaster and an itch in toes I no longer had!It was Tina that broke the news that I had lost three toes and had a badly fractured right foot! Oh, and our prize possession, “Percy,” my precious 6” manhood was damaged, and would be, as she said, “a fair while recovering.” All that meant it would be best part of a year learning to walk again, classed as disabled, I had lost my steady job, and it would be a long time till the swelling and bruising allowed me canlı bahis to again use ‘Percy’, even to piss through, it was a trial at first so to ease my discomfort a pipe and bag was provided for a start! When I first saw the damage, (and it was a while,) I was shocked, the steering wheel had hit me at the root of the thing, and cut off the blood supply for a while, my balls were ok, but the ‘body’ of this alien looking thing in a pleasing shade of purple and black was extremely painful to touch. The Doctor saying, “nerve damage, and so on could make married life ‘difficult’ in the future, only time would tell!”That sentence was the understatement of a lifetime! At home after a stay of a month or so, the bruising slowly went, I could piss once more independent of catheters and bags, even bear to hold it to aim my stream, but stiffen… not a bloody chance…My ever-loving Tina was a wonder, always loving and upbeat, fortunately she can drive, so ferrying me about was not a problem, but walking, was hopeless, with no big toe to balance it makes life more awkward than you would expect! Crutches were invaluable. But mentally coping with this disabling damage was another thing. We found that it was in bed that was worse, beside me at night I had the finest body a man could ever wish for, but ‘Percy’ despite every incitement would not budge, oh he would spit, copious quantities of cum, that was not a problem, but stiffen…not a bloody chance!I did my best, with tongue and finger, but a girl needs more. Though Tina, bless her, denied it strenuously, I knew she missed a good poking, and the anal sex that she so adored, what the hell could I do for her, I tried a dildoe, but with limited success, vibrators too, we spent out on all sorts of sexual aids, even a sybian, some were more successful than others, but it still was not a dick, a real, good old fashion, stiff as a ramrod male dick, I knew it and she knew it!I got a new computer, and became addicted to it, Joined Xhamster, a sex based site, found joy in wanking, became addicted to that as well, found a story of 70 odd parts by a man who`s dick was small and unreliable, who had become something of a cuckold, in his case revelling in the humiliation, though at 6ft odd and fit, other than these problems I was not going to put up with that, but the seed was sown, what the stumbling block might be was my beloved wife`s marital beliefs.It took weeks before I plucked up courage to even hint at the subject with Tina, and she as I knew she would dismissed it out of hand. More time had passed, by now, it was 2016, the foot had healed, I use a walking stick to get about, and other than a slightly uneven wobble in my gait, there is nothing to say I have a problem. Tina has a part time job at a local newsagents, and I have a job at my old firm, as a checker and dispatcher, as I didn’t fancy bahis siteleri driving again! It is a well-paid job, but it sadly has the disadvantage of shifts, which could be a pain.Our sex life though has become more of a twice a week duty, than it was, Tina dutifully climaxing to my ministrations though more as a sap to my disability than the energetic enthusiasm of previous years.On hamster I have friends, oh I don’t use my own name or address, who does, but I do have a few friends I trust and with those we have chatted about my disability. I slipped in a few pickies of my wife, on one occasion, just scantily clad, not intimate ones, and the comments I must say were great, so much so that I showed Tina, who was flattered, but mad that I hadn’t asked her first! However, when she calmed down to appease me she agreed to posing for a picture or two and it grew from there, the thin end of the wedge! She found the exposure erotic and exciting we tried a gallery of her lovely body, taken around the garden, then another out on Cannock chase, in the woodlands, on a picknick, just me, Tina and about a million gnats, on a summer afternoon in July!They went down a storm with the lads on hamster I can tell you. though we did have a problem with an on-line stalker, so reluctantly we had to take them down and secrete the site, to friends only…sorry folks.Anyway, I let her read the cuckold story that I had read, huge though it was. Naked using her tablet laid on our bed she took her time and I could see it had her aroused, but I didn’t interrupt, bar from licking at her sex as she read it! As I expected she climaxed, not once but unusually a few times during the reading and then only managed to get to chapter 25! (there are 70 spread over some years of the man`s life). Later after recovering, saying that that though she understood the heroines needs, and she could see the use of reliving herself by the use of another chap, she would never allow another man to humiliate her man like that, she felt it was unnecessary, (as I did) and though the cage in his case was symbolic, it would not be inappropriate in my case, as the thing doesn’t work properly anyhow and it is in fact its own symbolic cage, we neither of us needed reminding! Then, in answer to my question of” would she consider trying it herself?” she, grinned and said, “would I want her too?”“Umm?”To be truthful I had no idea, I knew she needed more than I was giving her, but could I cope emotionally? Would it be a dangerous game? She couldn’t become pregnant it was true, but she could catch some horrible disease, or attract a stalker or an undesirable perv! So, was it all just a fanciful fantasy? We discussed it at length, she having as many reservations as I had, though I noted not dismissing it this time, not wanting to upset our marriage, not wanting to insult me or to bahis şirketleri rub my nose into my inabilities. We both knew there were hundreds of virile men out there that would screw her at the drop of a hat, just for their own ends, but if it was even to be a possibility she wanted more than to just be a fuck toy to some dozy stud. The phone rang, her mother, they chatted, I dressed and brewed tea, glad for the excuse, knowing mother and daughter conversations in this family, tended to be a long job, I knew, we both needed time to consider the whole idea.The subject didn’t come back up for a few days, we both quietly knowing without saying, that we needed time to think things through. So, it was the following Friday when she came home from work that she tentively raised the subject once more sitting at our table in the kitchen over the meal I had prepared. Saying she “had read a few more chapters, and was fairly roused,” adding it had been a quiet afternoon, with only a few customers, and blushing about her having fantasised about the various men who had visited, while reading the piece between customers! The meal over, we washed up and retired to the sofa to chat, she nestled against me, knowing that we in this position didn’t have to make eye contact. My arm round her, my hand slipping into her bra as if to reassure her.She asked, “was I still into the idea of her having sex outside our marriage, in effect, me being a cuckold?” I said, “I did have plenty of reservations, but if she wanted to try it, under certain circumstances, in principle, I thought that I could cope, but that she needed to be sure it was what she really wanted!” She swung herself round nearly dislocating my wrist caught in her bra, and kissed me soundly, saying she “loved me and would never leave me, that I must know that from the off and if she did it must only be a physical thing!”It was reassuring, though I already knew it, but it was a joy to hear her say it!We made love for a while, gentle, caressing love, lips entwined, not a single item of clothing shed, just man and wife cementing their bond.It was she who now took the initiative, saying that we ought to list our thoughts, the disadvantages, and the supposed advantages, the hopes and fears that we each had about her taking a lover, be it a temporary one-night stand or a long-term lover!” We reluctantly rose to prepare for my coming night shift and together over making my sandwiches, we discussed the prospect like most folk would discuss a visit to the zoo, it was surreal, she kissed me goodnight, and as I went to catch my bus, I knew in my heart, she would be using one of the toys tonight while writing her list, and if I was truthful I knew it would be “game on!”At six next morning my shift over, I caught a lift home with a workmate, in my pocket a long list of my thoughts, written in the quiet early hours after the work was finished. I let myself into the silent house, showered, then slipped in next to my dozing wife. Together entwined we slept a man and his wife on the brink of some great adventure.

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