My wife's coment hit me with a thud.  "We have to talk".  So I said, honey I'm listening.

"Darling, this is hard for me to say.  I love you, and I am in love with you.  I want to grow old with you.  Raise our children.  Laugh and share great times.  But, I have no sexual interest with you.  I was a virgin when we married.  I both feared and looked forward to sex on our honeymoon.  I was hoping you would take charge and take me.  You gave me great pleasure, but you were soft and could not take me. You had that wet dream when we were newlyweds and many wet dreams after that.  Your taking and movement in your sleep awoke me.  I heard your fantasies, maybe they were subconscious fantasies.  They did not involve the two of us making love. When we eventually had intercourse, you were not very hard, not very big and not able to climax.  Frankly, sex was very dissapointing.  As a result, I started fantasizing about other men.  I bought toys.  I masturbated frequently.  I started flirting with men online and face to face.  Darling, there is no other way to say this, but: I want a trial separation so we can date other people."

I was in shock.  I said, maybe we should get counseling together as a couple.

"Counselling may be a good idea, and perhaps we should pursue it.  I want to make it clear that I would intend to get back together.  But I need this - we both need this".

I said, well, why do we need a trial separation?  Why do we need to separate at all?

"You would let me date?  Would you?  But what about you?"

I said, I don't need to date.  In fact, I saw my new doctor today.  I have a prescription for medication to reduce my sexual desire.  This is something I want to do.  Rather than a trial separation, how about a trial sexless marriage?  We would not have sex with each other.  I would be celibate.  You would be free to discreetly date others to meet your needs.  During the trial sexless marriage, we would see a counsellor together to help figure things out and see what we would want to do beyond the trial.

"That sounds wonderful.  You see I met this man, Stephan.  We haven't done anything yet, other than flirting.  He is married, but his wife is disabled.  They don't have sex.  They love each other but, well they don't have sex.  I would like you to meet them."

Honey, I'm open to that, I said.  Is she OK with her husband and you dating, making love?

"Yes.  She has told me that.  She sees it as preserving her marriage.  She knows her husband has needs.  As do I."

Well, I said, the four of us need to chat.

My wife called Stephan while I picked up our baby from daycare.  Later that evening we dropped by Stephan and Gina's house.  Gina insisted we take the baby.  We had a long, long chat.  Stephan seemed like a decent guy.  I really liked Gina.

We came to an agreement.  That weekend my wife was to go to their house to be with Stephan.  Gina was to come to our place and we'd get to know each other and look after the baby.

Friday after work my wife was dressing for the start of her date weekend.  She had just slipped on her pantyhose and I said no you cannot wear those.  I handed her a shopping bag.  She opened it - her eyes widening.  In it was a white lace underwire bra 40DD [her size], a white lace open bottom girdle with garters and white stockings.  She put them on, and then slipped her slightly too tight black dress over it, and put on her heels.  She looked gorgeous, she looked hot.  Something stirred inside me.  I was alive with desire, but my penis remained small and soft.

Later I kissed my wife goodbye and told Stephan to take good care of her.  Take good care of Gina, he said.

Gina really was not disabled.  As we chatted, she said that she had a back injury shortly after she and Stephan had married.  She had surgery and months of physio and over time regained a normal life.  That is until she and Stephan had tried to make love about 15 months after the accident.  She explained that Stephan had always been a very physical lover.  I asked if he was well endowed.  Gina said, very well endowed, too much actually.  She explained that even before the accident she found sex to be somewhat uncomfortable - partly due to Stefan's enthusiasm and partly due to his length and girth.  She had gone to her doctor who prescribed Valium to take prior to sex - this she said helped her a lot - she was able to relax.  They had just got into a groove where sex was enjoyable to her when the accident happened.

Gina explained that after the post-rehab love making attempt she realized that she and Stefan could no longer have sex together.  She asked for a sexless marriage but made it clear she did not expect him to live a sexless life.  I asked her if she ever thought she could be sexual with a man.  She paused and said, he would have to be very gentle, a very small penis or better yet impotent.  Someone who would delight in oral, fingering etc.

Gina and I ended up sharing a bed that night.  It started with each of us masturbating a bit in each other's presence.  I offered to eat her pussy.  After she came twice, she looked at my limp cock that was seeping precum and said - you look like a man who would enjoy some prostate massage.

Gina is an RN.  She massaged my prostate short of release.  That night I had a wet dream.

In the morning while I was caring for the baby, Gina wanted to talk.  She told me I was talking in my sleep during the wet dream.  I asked her what was I talking about.  She said, do you really want to know?  I said yes I do.

She said that I spoke of being fucked, that I was asking somebody to put their big cock deep inside me, balls deep, and cum inside my ass.  She said when she heard that she was turned on.  That just as some men are turned on by the thought of two women making love, some women are turned on by the thought of two men making love.  I told her that I had asked my wife about pegging me with a strapon but my wife was horrified.  Gina said if it wasn't for her back she be running to a sex shop then asking me to bend over.

It was a great weekend.  Late Sunday afternoon I took Gina home and collected my wife. 

My wife seemed very 'out of it'.  I asked her if she had a good time and she grinned and said yes.  Turns out she had a couple of Stephan's famous brownies, then another and another until she was high as a kite and hornier than she had ever been in her life.  Stephan then took her and they made love.  She said he is not much on foreplay - goes to the main event where he lasts a long time.  She climaxed from him bumping her cervix and he bathed her cervix in his semen.  She said he is a very physical lover and she loved that.  She ate brownies and made love all weekend.  I asked her if she brought any brownies home.  She had.  I told her to eat some as I was curious to see what she was like when she was high as a kite.  I helped her into our room, she lay on the bed and I opened her toy drawer, pulling out her favourite - the manhandler.  I undressed her, undressed myself, my tiny soft penis contrasting with the huge dildo.  She was wet, so I pushed the manhandler into her.