Finding Orgasm Pt. 01

“Oh god, I’m close, go faster.”

“Cumming, baby?” he said, starting to cramp up having manipulated her clitoris for nearly half an hour.

“I’m close.” Finally, as with all the other times before and after their marriage, close to the peak and then it drifted away. When that happened she gave up and urged him to satisfy himself inside her. He would mount her and cum but the disappointment of her inability to orgasm made sex an act of frustration. She wanted the feeling of joy and he wanted to share that with her.

In none of her relationships had she ever achieved orgasm regardless of how turned on she was initially. She had never been successful even masturbating.

He would wonder aloud, “Maybe it’s me. I’m doing something wrong?”

“No, it’s me, it just won’t happen. It’s gotten in my head and I’m frustrated all the time.”

Jeff and Alice tried various creams and topical supplements from health food stores, all of them promoting a stronger stimulation. They bought sex toys, most notably vibrators and the endless variations on the theme. They watched porn together and she picked subjects that excited her.

She dressed up in sexy clothing for the bedroom. He affectionately called her ‘arousing Alice’ and then came role play so she could imagine herself in different ways.

Like Jeff had, men pursued her when she was single and even after they married because she was incredibly attractive but by the time they had sex for the first time, the suitor got his rocks off and Alice went home unfulfilled.

In college she considered the possibility that even though she got turned on by men, maybe she was gay, or more likely Bi. Thinking that could be the missing ingredient, she had a short lived dalliance with a classmate, Janet, who was pursuing Alice for a possible relationship.

Even though she was surprised by how much she liked their love making the result was sadly the same. She came right up to the edge but couldn’t cum.

She desperately wanted to feel that glorious high that other women talked about but was quickly coming to the conclusion that it would never happen for her. As a result her interest in having sex diminished.

Turning to porn more and more for his gratification, one day on an erotica site Jeff stumbled across a thread begun by a woman, ToryM. It sounded very similar to the problem Alice was having. The thread was long but he stayed with it until he had read everything up to date.

Much of what was discussed was sympathetically familiar. Endless frustration followed by eventual withdrawal. The seeming hopelessness of the situation made him sad for her and her mate. However, since there had been so much response he came back to it the following day and a new post from another frustrated husband:

‘Don’t know if this would help you but doing it gave us back the semblance of a sex life in our marriage and my wife climaxed for the first time in her life. Out of desperation and with her consent, I arranged an anonymous sex partner for her. She had never met him until he got in bed with her. While I watched, miracle of miracles, he brought her to orgasm. She was screaming with the pleasure. At first I took it as proof that I was failing her but sex again with the same man and it was back to the same problem. I arranged anonymous sex with a different man and she orgasmed again. Sex with the same man the following evening and, once again, she couldn’t cum. We started to reexamine what was happening and after two or three more liaisons with the same result we had to deduce that the anonymity gave her some sort of psychological freedom to release. Going on a year now my wife is experiencing the gratification of sex. It’s cumbersome because it requires her having sex with a total stranger but she’s very attractive so we’ve never had a problem getting partners. As soon as her anonymous partner finishes then I fuck her immediately afterwards and we experience the joy of sex together.’

Jeff rolled this idea around his brain, alternately hating it and titillated by it. Inviting a stranger into their bedroom? The main point was that if they didn’t try it, Jeff would be tethered to the computer screen and a disinterested wife for the rest of their married life.

That evening when Alice got home from work he asked her to sit down. His somber tone made her worried that someone in the family had died.

“Look,” he said, “I know we’ve tried everything in the sex bag of tricks to help you orgasm, and I know this is weird, but following a thread from a woman with the same problem came a potential fix from a guy who said it worked with his wife.”

“Ahhh,” said a suspicious Alice, “the way you’re setting this up makes me feel weird. Just spit it out, Jeff.”

He got right to the point, “Here, I’ve called up the post on my phone. Just read it yourself and tell me what you think.”

He handed her the phone and she read and when she finished she just stared at him and put the phone face down. “Jeff, do you love me?”

“Of course, you know I do.”

“Then why would you suggest that I let another man have sex with me to see if I orgasm? Are you crazy?”

“Alice, I hate the idea but I’m saying consider it because I want you to have that experience. I’m suggesting trying it BECAUSE I love you. You think I’m comfortable with some strange guy doing you?”

“Okay, so I see your heart’s in the right place but I think it’s repulsive and I’m not doing it.”

She immediately left the room. He felt horrible that he’d brought it all up again but, he rationalized, it was for the good of their marriage. He also thought that if she felt the bliss she was missing she’d do it in a heartbeat.

***

Back in the laptop land of erotica he continued to follow the thread, wanting to see if the original poster had attempted what the reader had suggested. Her eventual response was: ‘My husband isn’t going for it and thinks it’s just an excuse for some guy to fuck a married woman. He doesn’t even think the story’s true but he’s not stopping me from finding out. I’m not so sure it’s true either but if it is then we all get something out of it. I want the experience that other women enjoy! I feel like I’m in jail.’

A few days later while he was jerking off Jeff took time out to private message the woman. The problem with messaging her was that conversation would cause familiarity so he wrote simply: ‘I will fuck you.’ He wanted to say, ‘I will fuck you in the interest of science,’ but decided that was too much as it revealed a sense of humor.

His clumsy idea: fuck first, talk later because he’d never see her again. And if it worked on ToryM it might work with Alice.

He knew, based upon the thread, her general location but had no idea how far he’d have to go. He thought the whole idea was insane and, even though he was trying to help Alice, he was cheating with another woman to do it. He figured there would be no response anyway because what insane person would answer something like that?

A couple days passed and he got a surprise reply:

‘Double Pines Motel in Sharona, room 10. Thursday 11am.’

He had massive guilt for even contacting her. And what if it was some kind of scam? Maybe he was doing it for personal reasons, maybe he just wanted to have anonymous sex? He had two days to wrestle with the possibilities and it was agonizing.

He had all but called it off when he got another private message from her:

‘I’m getting nervous about this. Maybe we should call it off.’

Though he couldn’t say so they were on the same page. All he repeated was:

‘I will fuck you.’

‘Sending this so you know what you’re getting into,’ she wrote. Enclosed was a pic of her in a bikini at some beach. She was tall and skinny…very pretty.

He had a terrible urge to talk to her but the risk of compromising his anonymity made him feel helpless. He was going to do it or not and even if it was successful there was no guarantee it would work with Alice.

She contacted him once more Wednesday night: ‘I guess we’re doing this. Two things, I’m going to wear a blindfold and when we’re finished please don’t say anything, just leave the room and close the door.’

Again, he responded: ‘I will fuck you.’

***

Just so he could go through with it, Jeff put himself on autopilot and imagined fucking this pretty girl waiting for him in a motel room. He appealed to his lascivious side for motivation and by the time the GPS got within a mile of her he was already stroking an erection in his pants.

The anxiety level was so high he worried he’d hyperventilate and pass out in the car.

There were only two cars at the motel when he arrived. One by the office and one in front of room 10. When he pulled in next to that car he could see the door, the kind that close on themselves, was propped open by something.

He made himself get out of the car, or rather his dick made him get out of the car.

He pushed the door open just enough to know it was her. She sat in a chair facing front and wearing nothing but a bra and panties and a blindfold. “Be gentle,” she said. He stayed silent. Closing the door behind him, he undressed and straddled her chair, his hard cock inches from her face.

Breathing heavily he slowly but deliberately dragged his hard-on down her cheek before feeding it to her waiting mouth. Even with the blindfold in place he could see she was a beautiful girl. For a brief moment he wondered why a girl like her would risk a dangerous encounter like this with a stranger but, of course, she was desperate.

She expertly sucked him so she was not without skill. He enjoyed it as long as he could but remembered what he was there for. He pulled away, picked her up from beneath her thighs and put her back on the bed. She was trembling to his touch.

He took her panties down and tossed them aside. “Wait!” she said suddenly but nothing more followed. His pause was only seconds before he buried his face between her thighs and put his tongue to work stimulating her clitoris. “Oh…that…feels so…ahhhhh.” Her fingers went through his hair as the pleasure grew in her belly.