The Value of Other Men

My wife went off on me today, as she does on occasion, about how she wishes that I was more like her boyfriend. She stated that her boyfriend is a man, he talks to her. He listens to her. He hears her. She tells me that the stresses in her life are caused by my kids, not so much my daughter because she has sex with my wife’s boyfriend, but my other kids, who are not biologically mine.

My wife says that she loves my little penis as much as she loves her boyfriend’s big cock, but she wishes that I was more of a man like He is. I told my wife I can be anything or anyone she wants me to be. My wife responded saying, “we all have our innate personalities, and that can never change. I told her that I have tried to change to be the man she needs me to be, but she stated, “You can only be what and who you are.” I told her I do the best that I can. She retorted, “Sometimes a man’s best isn’t good enough.”

I asked her what I needed to do to become the man she needs me to be. My wife told me, “You need to become black, grow a big dick, become more aggressive in every way, love me the way my boyfriend does, and be better than you are.” I told my wife that was the main reason we brought her boyfriend into the picture, to be the man I can never be. My wife said, “And you can never be him, or as god as he is.” I agreed. That pissed my wife off. She told me, “If I didn’t love you as much as I do, I would leave you or ask you to leave, but I don’t and can’t because I love you.”

I asked my wife why she loved me, she told me that she loved me because of how attentive I can be at times. She said she loved me because of how god I made her feel, at times. She added, “I love you because you love me enough to let me have a live-in boyfriend and other lovers.” I asked her why her boyfriend and her other lovers weren’t enough for her. She told me that she needed me to be a man she could trust and relate to, and felt that she couldn’t.

My wife asked me to go grocery shopping with her. So, I did. She did tell me that she appreciated me going shopping with her because she liked my input as to what she should buy. She asked me if there was anything special that I wanted at the store. I told her no. I told my wife that anything she bought would be fine. That’s when she went off again, saying that she wished I were stronger and could make choices for and with her. She then got a text from her boyfriend saying that he wanted some of that gumbo that I make. That pleased my wife because her boyfriend made a choice and stated what he wanted.

My wife told me, “See? My boyfriend can make decisions.” I told her that I was okay with whatever. My wife told me that being okay with whatever wasn’t god enough. She told me that I was the reason that so many women go out looking for what they can’t get at home. A woman was passing us right then and my wife said to her, “I bet you like men who are decisive and can make decisions, men who are men. Am I right?” The woman looked at me, then at my wife and said to her, “Do you have another man in your life? If not, maybe you should.” I thanked the woman for her response.

My wife said to me, “Being a cuck may work for you, but I really miss having a husband who is a man.” I asked, “Doesn’t Shannon fill that bill?” My wife said her boyfriend, Shannon was enough for her, sexually, and in many other ways, but she wished more often than not that I could be more like a man when I was with her instead of being a sissy, whimpy, submissive shell of a man.

A black man who had overheard me and my wife came up to my wife, put his arm around her and said to me, “You have a beautiful wife here. She is what most any man wants. She is a hottie to the extreme. Can’t you see that?” My wife turned to him and kissed him. The man responded by deep kissing my wife and fondling her. My wife told this man that we had a Suburban and we had a mattress in the back if he was interested. He said he was. And the three of us went out to the truck. My wife and this black man got in the back and I stood guard, per se’.

For about forty-five minutes I stood outside of the Suburban as my wife and this new black man played with each other. Often the truck was moving side to side and people looked at me strangely. I was actually happy that this black man came into our life the moment that he did. My wife had been mad at me the whole day, and now this black man was taking my wife’s mind off of me. And that was a good thing for all of us.

When my wife and this black man emerged from the back of the Suburban, the black man said to me, “You are one very lucky man. I hope you know that.” I told him that I did. He added, “You may have a tiny dick and not be much of a man for your woman, but you are more of a man than I am.” I asked him how, and he said, “If your wife was my woman, I could never let another man fuck her. I would want her all to myself.” He smiled and said, ” but I am glad you are not like me.” My wife said to the black man that she had just had forty-five minutes of sex with, “No, he is nothing like you are.”

The black man handed me his card. He is a mechanic. He told my wife, “Anytime you need a good check up or someone to get your motor running better, just give me a call.” She told him that she would. I told the black man, “And she will, too.” He said he hopes she does. I knew that after forty-five minutes with him, and the smile on her face, that she would see him again. I was happy she had met him because she seemed happier.

When the three of us walked back into the store, my wife and this new black man were holding hands. We walked through the store together. I went to find the cart we’d had earlier, but I couldn’t find it. While my wife and this new guy walked the store together, I got a cart and found all the things we’d had in the cart earlier and then found the two of them. My wife and this new guy were in the breakfast isle, kissing. His hands were cupping her ass and she had her arms around his neck. They looked so good together. When they noticed I was standing near them, my wife gave me a list of things to find for her new man.

I shopped for everything on this new black man’s shopping list. When I had found everything, I found my wife and this new man again. My wife thanked me for getting her new man the things he had come to the store for. She also told him that we would buy what he had on his list. My wife’s new lover thanked both of us. When we walked out of the store together, my wife and this new man kissed and my wife and I went to the Suburban. The whole time, my wife kept looking back to her new lover. She thanked me for being the man that I was. I didn’t reply. My wife said, “You may not be all man, and you may not be much of a man, but you are my man . . . and I love you for being you.”

I have learned throughout the years that when my wife gets that way, when she is getting on me about not being man enough for her, I know she needs a real good fucking by another man, a man who can do for and with her what I can’t. I have found that our marital happiness depends on my wife being able to have sex with other men. I believe I owe the happiness in our marriage to other men. And that is invaluable to me.