Please Bang My Wife So She Can Appreciate Me Again (Hopefully?): Prologue

Prologue

My name is Ethan Inker.

I’m thirty-two years old and I’m having trouble with my marriage. We are no longer able to communicate the same way we used to… She had been acting a lot different with me recently. Almost as if I didn’t count anymore for her. 

All the days now looked the same.

Get up in the morning. Have breakfast. Go to work. Come back home. Sleep. Rinse. Repeat.

The last time we had sex was over two months ago and she fell asleep. At first, she kept telling me that I was turning her on and that she generally liked how we had sex, but I quickly understood that it was all a big, whole lie. Things had dramatically changed over the years. She was turned on by me at all. Falling asleep during sex was only the catalyst for everything that will happen tonight here in this questionable bar. Everything was connected to it. 

After leading my own little investigation, I ended up being pretty sure that she wasn’t cheating on me. I came up with the conclusion that she turned her back on sex just as much as she did turn her back on me… Which was almost just as or even sadder than she had cheated on me if you ask me. If she had had an adventure with another man… Or multiple men… At least I would have been happy for her that she found someone to give her pleasure. AND…. Without mentioning that it would turn me on like hell if she had sex for someone else…  

What can I do?

It’s my fetish…

My ultimate fetish! 

Cuckolding. 

And that was exactly what I was doing here in this bar. Trying to find someone perfect. A perfect man for my wife. I had a strong, desperate desire for her to have a man that would revive sex and passion in her. Therefore, saving our marriage and realizing my deepest fantasy at the same time. Killing two birds with one stone. Sitting next to my wife as she would be getting fucked by a stranger (or not) would be a dream come true for me.

But I needed to find an alpha male for her.  

Someone that could truly awaken her. 

I ordered a cold beer and sat down alone at a table in the dark back of the establishment where I could see most of the persons entering through the front door. This was actually a really good spot to hunt for a potential cuckolder champion. I scanned through the legion of men that were available to me. I had eyes for men that were alone only, of course. I had no intention of targetting someone that was spending time here with his loved one. Breaking or ruining another couple wasn’t my attention at all here.  

There were a lot of bearded, drunken men a little everyone I looked at. All of them didn’t seem right to me. They felt like they could be problematic at best. It wasn’t easy because I needed a sexy man that I could trust to do the right things and not steal my shit back at my house after fucking my wife.

Some of the men at the bar obviously looked like drug addicts. People that weren’t stable at all. That was something else I desperately wanted to avoid. But then, I noticed a tall and muscular figure sticking out of the crowd near the bar.

It was a bodybuilder.

For sure. He had huge guns. You could tell he was working out every day. This was the kind of man my wife deserved. Someone that could carry her until she had multiple orgasms over an entire night of debauchery. I was expecting nothing less for her. She deserved the very best of the best. The highest quality meat I could dig for her. 

I suddenly became a little hard under the table as I watched the bodybuilder patiently waiting at the bar, waiting for the bartender to serve him. Observing him and imagining what he would do to my precious Lilly. Everything he could do to her.

Mmmhmm…    

Dreaming of my wife getting banged by men like this one right here was far enough to keep me going, to give me a solid erection.

Okay. Alright. Enough of this. 

Now, I had to find a decent solution to come in contact with him and to eventually propose my offer to him over the course of the evening… How was I going to pull that off? 

For all I knew, this man already had a wife. A girlfriend perhaps? Or even a boyfriend or a husband? Anything was possible. I had to prove that I had balls and figure if he would be interested or not.

I stood up. I tried to hide some of my erection that was showing through my pants and ventured off to the bar. Walked in his direction. Taking my cold beer with me. Trying my best to act as natural as possible.

***   

“How much is it?” The muscular man at the bar asked the bartender.

“Don’t worry about it… I’ll take care of it…” I came in, rushing onto my prey like a snake hunting a mouse and grabbed this perfect occasion to sneak it.

“What?” The bodybuilder asked me, all confused.

“I’m paying for you…” I then dropped a twenty-dollar next to his fancy orange-looking drink.

“Why would you do that?” The bartender took my money and smiled. 

“I’d like to talk to you… I mean… If you don’t mind… Of course…” I was having a lot of trouble communicating tonight. I was a little afraid he would get mad at me for whatever reason.

“Do I know you?”

“Nope…” I answered him.

“I’m not dating men, dude. I’m sorry.”

“Oh! That’s not why I paid your drink…”

“Why then?”

“As I said, I’d like to speak with you…”

“Okay then. Speak.”

“Please follow me to my table. I’d like to sit down with you…”

“Woh, woh, what is this about? It seems really serious…” He said, laughing at him while drinking the drink he just basically received for free. 

“Want to make a little money?” I declared. I was desperate for him not to leave. He had already turned his back on me at this point. This triggered the attention of plenty of other men around us near the bar. They all looked at me. Wondering what the fuck I wanted from this bodybuilder type of man who momentarily froze.

“What… Do… You…. Want… From… Me…?”

“Give me a few minutes of your time and I’ll tell you everything.”

“Sounds like you want to hire me. Do you think I’m a prostitute or something?” He said while turning back to me. The muscular man appeared to be ready to hit me in the face. I was not surprised.  

“I swear… It’s not at all. I don’t want to have sex with you…”

The bodybuilder drank some more of his drink.

“Alright then… Let’s go to your table. I give you one minute. Max.”

“Oh! Thank you so much, sir!” I was all excited. I guided the man to my table closer to the back of the establishment where I had a beautiful view of the main entrance of the bar. I was basically running while the other man simply slowly walked, following me with a wry smile on his face. 

*** 

“So, what is this all about?” The bodybuilder said as he slammed the bottom of his beer bottle on top of the table. 

“Um… Um…” I cleared his throat first. “I’d like you to have sex with my wife…”

“Wait, what? Say that again?”

“I’d like you to have sex with my wife.”

“But why?”

“It’s one of my fetishes…”

“What is?”

“Watching a man fucking my wife…”

“Did you ever done it before?”

“Nope…”

“Did you convince your wife in the first place? Is she okay with it?”

“No idea… I still have to tell her about it…”

“So, you didn’t ask her? At all?”

“That’s right…” The bodybuilder immediately burst out laughing his ass off. 

“It’s so funny…”

“Why would it be funny? Are you interested or not?”

“I’m not. Actually. I already have a few girlfriends and they give as much as sex as I need it.”

“Is this a joke?” Ethan asked. The bodybuilder finished drinking his free drink. Laughed some more. Stood up. 

“Nope. It’s not. See ya,” and he left me alone.

That was it. I had failed. And I thought or rather hoped it would have been a sure-fire hit. I was dead wrong. I watched the bodybuilder go. I couldn’t do anything. 

“I’m interested…” A vivid and charming voice was heard behind me. I slowly turned around and discovered a young man, much younger than me, in the early twenties, smiling at me. This man raised his drink in the air as a sign of respect. This man heard my recent conversation with the bodybuilder. That was a fact.

“I’m sorry?” I asked as  I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.

“I’m interested,” he repeated as he stood up and came over to my table. He sat down in front of me. 

“You, you are…?”

“Well my final decision will depend on what your wife looks like, of course, ha-ha, but yeah… Colour me curious!”

“Did you hear all the conversation I had with this man over there?” I asked as he pointed the bodybuilder from a distance with my head. He wasn’t looking at us at all so it was good.    

“I did.”

“Nice…”

“So, you’re into cuckolding stuff?”

“As a matter of fact, very much…”

“Cool, cool… I did that kind of stuff a few times with other couples. I’m kind of into it as well.” The more I spoke with him, the more I was starting to get excited. Really excited. I grabbed my cellphone from my pocket, turned it on and went into my gallery to find the best picture I could pull up of my wife, Lilly.

I chose to show him a shot of her in a bikini. A very skimpy apple green bikini. I slid my phone across the table, handing the device to this new stranger. He picked up the phone and took a look at her picture.   

Lilly had beautiful amber-coloured eyes. Long, dirty blonde hair that ended up much after her shoulders. She was skinny. A petite silhouette. A nice ass. Generous hips. Long slender legs. And DD size breasts. Lilly was a little younger than me as well. She was twenty-eight years old. 

“Awww, she looks nice, I’m even more interested now.”

“Really?”

Yup! What’s her name?”

“Lilly. Lilly Inker.

“And you are?”

“Ethan. Honoured to meet you,” I said as I extended my right arm, offering to shake hands. He extended his arm as well and accepted. We shook hands. It felt nice. It felt right. 

“Nice to meet you, Ethan. The name’s Daniel.”

“Thank you, Daniel.”

“So, if I’m remembering right from the information from your other discussion earlier, you still haven’t ask your wife about any of this, right?”

“That’s right…”

“Alright. I think you know what’s next now?”

“I do…”

***

I ran outside of the bar alone and called my wife.

Ring. Ring.

It took a few seconds, but she finally picked up.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Hello? Ethan?”

“Hi, Lilly…”

“What’s up, honey?”

“I’m calling to say that I’ll be home soon.”

“Okay. Where are you? It’s kind of late…”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry about that. I’m at the bar. At Don’s Place. You know this place right?”

“I do…”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t go there to get wasted. I actually went in there because I had to meet someone.”

“An old friend?”

“You could… Say that… Kind of…”

“Um… Is everything alright, honey?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Sure. Look. I actually called you to ask you about something, but now, I’m sort of realizing that it may not be the best thing to ask you like this over the phone…”

“Honey… What is it?”

“Don’t bother. I’ll tell you once I’m home instead…”

“No! Tell me now! What is it?”

“Okay… Okay…”

A long beat.

“... How would feel about having a threesome sometime…?” I finally managed to ask her.

She didn’t respond right away.

As a matter of fact, she didn’t say anything.

It was silent.

It was dead silent.

“... Honey…?” I asked to make sure she was okay.