Adultery The Impotent Husband

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Chapter 1
                                                                       
 
 
"Aaahhhhhh ... that was really nice," Ankush Temple said as he pulled his naked body up off his wife,
Rita. "There's nothing like a good fucking to start the day out right."
 
Beneath him, feeling his semen flowing out of her still passion hushed vaginal lips, Rita bit on her lower lip
to hold back the tears she could feel welling up. Once again, Ankush had failed to bring her to orgasm,
something that was becoming more and more the norm rather than the exception.
 
The lovely woman lifted her head and watched her husband dress, wanting to say something, but
failing to find the words. If there was anything Ankush prided himself on, it was his masculinity, and Rita
could sense that no matter what she said, he would take it the wrong way. His hard-muscled body
rippled with the regular work-outs he did, and his close cropped red hair made him look something like
a male god from ancient Greece. That had been what attracted Rita, as well as a thousand other girls, to
Ankush ... that and the fact that he was the starring Quarterback for the University of Buffalo football
team. He had virtually single handedly led the college to a State championship with his brilliant playing,
and he was both skillful and friendly. If there was anyone who had no enemies in the world, it would be
Ankush.   Rita, a good dancer  in college, had fallen under the spell of the strong man, and even though she
herself had made the first move toward him, her role as aggressor had soon been over shadowed by
Ankush's ability to take charge when the situation called for a strong person.
 
That had been early in their senior year, and by the time of their graduation, there was no doubt that they
would be getting married. Rita knew she was the envy of every girl she knew. Even though she had been
a virgin when she married him, Ankush had taken several of her friends to bed with him, and all of them
told the lovely petite blonde that she was getting one hunk of man.
 
During the summer after their marriage, Rita had found that to be true.   There wasn't anything Ankush
hadn't done, and little else that he wouldn't do. During their honeymoon on the goa  coast, the two had
hardly come out of their bedroom. The incredible pleasure Ankush had brought her when he first thrust his
thick, long cock up into her cunt, tearing her hymen forever and filling her anxiously waiting vagina with
the massiveness of his penis had been so total that Rita didn't want to waste one moment. She could
remember that night, and the other nights that had followed. And the days as well. Everything seemed to
blend into one continuous orgasm. Ankush's huge, free-swinging balls seemed to have no end of the
sperm she wanted so desperately, and he was more than willing to fill her belly to the brim each and
every time she wanted him to. During that time, Rita and Ankush had acted as though they were trying to
wear each other out, and any objective observer would have had to call it a draw. The lovely blonde
woman was certain that she had found her whole life's existence fulfilled.
 
But she had been wrong.
 
The honeymoon ended, and they returned to the mumbai, taking a newly built home in Amherst, so
Ankush could be close to his office in mumbai. An insurance firm there had snatched Ankush up as soon as
possible, offering him as much money as any executive. Before, Rita had been living pretty much hand to
mouth, hut now, she was able to have all those things she had merely dreamed about ... things she would
never have if she hadn't married Ankush. But even though she was financially well off, Rita noticed that
there was a change in Ankush.   Though he could have easily made it as a professional football player,
Ankush had chosen a slightly less exciting, though more stable means of employment. Rita would have
 
 
 
been happy with him no matter what he did, so she really didn't mind as long as she had him with her
when she needed and wanted him.
 
Ankush, however, couldn't seem to make the transition from college to the real world, and being away
from the football field made him act like a fish out of water. During the first week at his new job, he
would come home so tired and worn out that all he wanted was a drink before he went to bed. If her
first couple of weeks after her marriage was sheer heaven, the week after the honeymoon was sheer hell.
Rita had come to depend on Ankush's penis to bring her happiness, but for a while he had been just too
tired to do anything but turn away from her in their huge, king-sized bed and drop off to sleep, leaving
Rita to fend for herself. Even though she was as naked as he was, she couldn't do anything to relieve the
tingling that would come to her empty loins as she occasionally brushed against the hard-muscled body
of her nakedly sleeping husband. Once she had thought of fingering her vagina with him sleeping next to
her, but she had put that out of her mind with the thought that her moaning would wake him and cause
her no end of embarrassment.
 
Finally, after a week of living like that, Rita put her foot down. She hadn't married Ankush so she could
watch him sleep. She had married him because she believed that he could give her what she wanted. She
knew he was more than able, since the memories of her honeymoon refused to leave her mind.
 
Ankush had been completely apologetic, and they started the third week of their marriage as they had
begun their honeymoon. Ankush's hands would run lightly over the swelling mounds of her apple-hard
breasts, pinching and squeezing her nipples until she thought she would die right then and there from
pleasure. Her vagina would respond with a river of lubrication, making it possible for Ankush's huge,
throbbingly erect penis to slide into her anti fill her to the brim. She delighted in the hard pumping of his
hips against hers, and she gripped his asscheeks with her hands as she felt her orgasm approaching with
the force she had known earlier.And then Ankush had cum. Her husband had cum, flooding her quaking belly with the seething torrent ofhis sperm before she had achieved her own release, and even as she drove her hips hard up against his,she could feel the thickness of his cock starting to wane. Finally it slipped out of her aching cunt all
together, leaving her unfulfilled and more than a little angry. Still, she believed that it was just from his
being tired and out of practice, so she said nothing.
 
The next night had been better. She had cum, at least, though Ankush had seemed so detached that her
orgasm had been a mild one.
 
There began, at that point, an on-again, off-again sex life. Sometimes Ankush would bring her over the
top, and sometimes he wouldn't, and most of the times he did would leave Rita unhappy. Ankush seemed
to think that nothing was wrong, however. Every time he flooded her cunt with creamy, thick sperm, he
assumed that she had orgasmed to her satisfaction, and he was so childishly innocent in his happiness
that Rita didn't want to say anything about it.
 
Now, nearly six months after they married, Rita had almost come to expect that Ankush would bring her
so close that she could taste her orgasm, and would then fail to hold himself back long enough for her to
achieve it.
 
"Something wrong, honey?" he asked when he had finished dressing. "You seem a little withdrawn this
morning."
 
"No ... nothing's wrong," Rita answered, hating herself for lying to him. If she were any kind of a wife at
all, she would come right out and tell him that he had tailed to satisfy her ... and had been tailing to satisfy
 
 
 
her ever since they came back from their honeymoon. "Are you going to be back in time for dinner?"
 
"I can't say," Ankush said as he looked around for his heavy overcoat.   "Some of the kids on the team
could use a little help, and I want to make sure that they get all they need."
 
When it had been learned that Ankush was, not only a good football player, but a good hockey player as
well, the local high college had asked him to coach their hockey team. Ankush had jumped at the chance,
and now his Saturdays were spent in the college rink, helping the kids.
 
"What are you going to do today?" Ankush asked as he got ready to leave for the day.
 
"I don't know," she said in a tired voice. "Maybe I'll just walk around some."
 
"Good work out," Ankush told her. "The air is nice and crisp this morning. Looks like we had some snow
last night."
 
Rita nodded, silently wishing that he would just leave so she could be alone with her thoughts. She felt a
mixture of anger and frustration as she watched him go out the door to spend his time with the kids.
Damn, she thought. If he used half the energy she shows them on me, everything would be all right.