I Teach My Wife: Part 1

My name is Tom, and my wife Linda and I have been married for 25 years. We met in high school, married at 20, and had kids young, so we are only 45 years old and already our kids our in college and the nest is empty. Most of our friends still have kids in middle school, so we consider ourselves lucky in that respect.

My wife and I married for love, not sex, and have had a happy life together. That said, we have very different sexual appetites. It’s not that my wife doesn’t have a healthy sex drive, we still make love frequently and I bet more often than most couples our age, but Linda’s idea of sex is limited to missionary-position lovemaking.

I, on the other hand, have a whole plethora of perverted desires, all of which I would love to explore with my wife, and her refusal to even so much as roll over and do it doggy-style has led me to more frustrated jerk off sessions alone in the bathroom than I care to count. And finally, after 25 years, I’ve snapped. I can’t take it any longer. I’ve spent my entire life not receiving the sexual satisfaction I crave, and goddamnit, I’m not going to stand for it any longer!

But I won’t cheat on my wife. I love her and respect her too much to be unfaithful. But it is that same type of love and respect for me that should make her willing to indulge my desires. This may sound selfish, but after 25 plus years of being with the beautiful woman (my wife was still beautiful and very sexy) and not being able to have her like I want, I simply can’t handle it anymore.

So I decided to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. For our 25th anniversary we had decided to take a Caribbean cruise. I decided that this would be the turning point, that everything would change out on the open ocean, and that we would return a totally different couple no matter what.

Let me first describe myself and Linda. I am white, medium height and built decently. I am not Herculean but I’m in much better shape than many of the overweight men my age. I also sport a considerable sized cock, probably only slightly longer than average length but thick and strong, and I’ve always suspected that Linda was a little afraid of my cock. Maybe if I was small she would be more willing to let it explore her without fear of it hurting her, but oh well. Linda is Asian, of Japanese decent, and has aged very well. She had long black hair, full C-cup breasts that she always covered modestly, and a full and shapely ass that drove me crazy. It was larger than it was when she was 20, of course, but that only made it seem more juicy and desirable to me.

We boarded the ship in Miami and I was eager to take my wife to our cabin and get down to business. But the first day aboard Linda didn’t want to spend any time in our cabin. So we walked the decks, explored the different accommodations and attractions, and casually met some other passengers. Most of the women were already dressed in skimpy clothing, not attractive on everyone but certainly a number of women looked amazing, and Linda was her modest self, dressed in Capri-pants and a loose fitting blouse. The only bathing suit she brought was a one-piece, and I was relieved to see a small store on ship was selling bikinis. When we finally made it to our cabin we were constantly interrupted, first by the safety briefing, then by our baggage arriving, until finally it was dinner time. I knew my plans would have to wait a while.

While Linda and I were cruising alone, we had were seated with another couple at dinner. Their names were Mark and Tara and they were about our age by the looks of them. Tara was a fine looking woman, with short blond hair and a voluptuous body that excited my desires, covered only by a loose and decently revealing summer dress. I tried desperately to keep my gaze from lingering on her deep cleavage, a teaser view of what looked to be two large and heavy breasts, but I found myself enraptured by her. Mark was a tall man with a broad and genuine smile. He was not fat but carried a little more weight than I around the middle.

Dinner went swimmingly, Mark and Tara were outgoing and friendly. I detected some flirtation in the conversation, but Linda seemed unfazed and later said she really enjoyed their company. While I did as well, I was still a little disappointed when they asked us to join them at a show after dinner, since that meant I would have to wait even longer to be alone with Linda. By the time the show ended, surrounded by these two beautiful women and with deviant plans bouncing around my head, I could hardly wait to get Linda into our cabin before violating her.

We said good evening to Mark and Tara and I hustled Linda to our room. She expressed desires to walk the decks at night and enjoy the evening air, and I promised her we would, but I insisted on later when the ship was quieter.

I closed the door behind us and Linda sat on the corner of the bed, casually removing her shoes. I stepped in front of her, standing close, and she looked up at me with questioning eyes.

“What are you…” she started, but she paused as I unbuttoned my pants and freed my cock. “My, my, my, is that what you have in mind?” She began to lean back, planning to lay on the bed in the usual missionary, but I caught the back of her head and pulled her close. Her nose bumped the head of my cock and she looked up at me in surprise.

“Suck it,” I ordered.

She chuckled. “Tom, you know I don’t like to do that.” She tried to lean back again but I held strong, keep her face an inch from my cock.

“Suck it,” I commanded. “You never suck my cock.”

“What are you talking about? I do all the time!”

I shook my head.