How to Fail Successfully

Blake’s toes curled as he groaned in pleasure; his wife, Miranda, gasped in response as she gyrated on top of him.

Blake and Miranda had been married for over fifteen years now, and Saturday night lovemaking had become one of their standard routines. Like him, Miranda was in her early forties and still fit for a woman her age. Despite being married to her for almost two decades, Blake still found his wife incredibly attractive with her wide hips; smooth, fair skin, and full breasts.

She placed her hands on his chest, pinning him to the mattress as she rode him hard. The sound of the bed creaking grew in Blake’s ears as she rolled her hips back and forth, keeping a steady rhythm until she collapsed on top of him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He took hold of her. Her body was soft and blazing hot in her aroused state. His fingers traced along her subtle curves until he slid his hands around her waist to her lower back, and then down to grab her ass.

“I’m close,” Miranda whispered, her voice low, deep and raspy. Her eyes rolled back slightly before she shut them tight and buried her face in his shoulder. All the while, she continued thrusting against him. She lifted her hips and thrusted downward with practiced movements. She fucked him hard, just the way he wanted her to.

Blake squeezed her ass. Her full backside filled his palms as he kneaded the mounds of supple flesh. It was a struggle to hold onto them as she bucked her hips wildly, but he knew that in this state he could be more than a little rough with her. He took hold and fingers sank into her until she cried out. Each time she lifted her hips he would grab at the seat of her ass and spread her cheeks wide. He wanted her open, stretched out and gaping when she was done fucking him.

“Fuck, honey,” she grunted. “I’m about to come.” She repeated herself several times, growing more intense and desperate with each utterance. Her fingers raked through Blake’s hair before she took hold of him and kissed along his jawline. As she did, she whispered into his ear, “Play with my arse.”

Miranda’s hip movements slowed as Blake touched her. His fingertips explored towards her holes until he felt the rim of her asshole. As soon as he touched it, she clenched hard on his cock. Their lips locked as the tip of his middle finger pressed inside – first one knuckle, then the other – and sank into her hungry ass.

Blake began thrusting upwards. His breathing quickly grew labored, but he maintained his rhythm as Miranda rolled her hips in time with his movements. Thankfully, he only had to keep the pace for less than a minute before she cried out and collapsed onto his chest. Blake screwed his eyes shut and gasped before Miranda sealed her lips around his mouth. “Oh my God,” she moaned as her back arched. Her thighs trembled rapidly as she climaxed, and she held a giddy expression throughout. That was, until she looked down at her husband.

“I thought you were there with me,” she said with a clearly disappointed tone. Miranda’s chest heaved as a bead of sweat slowly rolled from her shoulder down over her breast. Like Blake, she was also running short of breath, though the flush in her face and neck that extended down to the center of her chest indicated that she had put considerably more effort into their lovemaking than he had.

“I was,” Blake muttered. He attempted to embrace Miranda, but she was already in the middle of pulling herself off him. “Babe.”

“What is it?”

Miranda’s tone was harsh, and it was enough to make Blake feel somewhat offended. He propped himself on his elbow as she laid next to him and crossed her arms over her breasts. Outwardly, she appeared upset, but he knew her well enough to know that she was simply frustrated. “You’re amazing tonight,” Blake said. He leaned towards her and kissed her neck. There was a slight saltiness on her skin and, despite his cock already being rock hard, he felt himself being turned on even more. “So sexy.”

Miranda didn’t immediately respond but it was obvious from the way that she leaned into his kisses that she was quickly melting. She was the type to put up a front for much longer than necessary, but she was ultimately quite soft. “Not sexy enough,” she said. She turned towards him and returned his kiss, though it was nothing more than a light peck on his lips.

“Why do you think that?” Blake asked. He made a point to gesture towards his erection, still slick with her juices and distractingly stiff. “Have I ever not found you absolutely sexy?” He punctuated his words with even more kisses to drive home his point.

“I don’t want your prick hard -”

“You don’t?”

“Not what I’m trying to say!” Miranda turned towards him and laid her head on the pillow. “I was hoping you’d cum with me. I really felt like we were connecting tonight.”

Blake moved his hand over her hip and kissed her brow. “We were,” he assured her.

“Yeah, then I ruined the mood.”

“Stop.”

Miranda sighed. She averted her gaze for a moment before leaning in to kiss Blake once more. She seemed to put her insecurities behind her, at least for now, as she draped her leg over his thigh and pressed her body against his.

“You know it’s not your fault,” Blake said.

“I know,” Miranda whispered. “Want me to finish you off like usual?”

Blake remained silent for a moment before saying, “Together.” He placed his hand against Miranda’s shoulder and pressed her down so she was once again on her back. He kissed down her torso as he rose to his knees, leaning over her body as he showered her breasts with kisses. One hand remained planted in the mattress to provide balance while the other moved over Miranda’s flat stomach. She responded by moaning softly, her eyes closed as she tried to relax and get into the mood once more. By the time Blake’s hand moved to the fork of her legs, she had already parted her thighs to grant him easy access to her sex. Her slit was sticky and still slick with her wetness. Blake moved his fingertips over her puffy vulva and spread them apart so he could tease the swollen petals inside.

While that happened, Miranda’s own hand searched between her husband’s thighs until she found his cock. She grabbed hold of it at the base of his shaft and held firm with her fingers wrapped tightly around it. “Put your fingers inside me,” she moaned as she squeezed hard on his cock, pressing her thumb deep into the underside, giving Blake no option other than to comply.

Blake was able to easily fit two of his fingers inside her cunt and, with very little effort, he managed to introduce a third so that the middle three fingers of his right hand were inside of her. He felt her clench on his fingers and that only spurred him to work his hand in deeper so that his fingers penetrated past his second knuckles.

Miranda groaned in pleasure as he stretched her out. Her hand moved from the base of his cock as she slowly stroked along his length, teasing it even as it throbbed under her touch. Blake’s cock was swollen, ripe almost to bursting, and his body trembled as she touched him. Precum leaked from his tip and mixed with the drying residue that still clung to his skin. Miranda knew his body well and knew how to apply the not-so-gentle pressure that quickly brought him to the edge.

The couple stroked each other for several minutes but Blake, once again, found it difficult to climax. Miranda had moved from teasing his cock to now having her hand wrapped firmly around the tip. Her fingers were slick with precum as she pumped her fist over his sensitive cockhead. Blake could tell that her arm was getting tired and it wouldn’t be long until she grew frustrated with his inability to climax.

“Baby,” he said.

Miranda moaned and rolled her head on her shoulders. She instinctively parted her thighs even more so that Blake could have an easier time between her legs. “What is it?” she replied. She licked her lips and increased the intensity with which she massaged her husband’s cock. It was as though she was trying to anticipate his needs.

“I want you to talk to me,” Blake whispered.

Miranda hesitated for a moment. Her arm stopped moving as though she needed to rest. “O-okay,” she said.

Blake swallowed. His throat felt dry and his heart raced. “Are you happy? With the marriage, I mean. With me.”

Miranda closed her eyes and turned away. She seemed embarrassed but, after a few seconds, she resumed with jerking him off. “I’m happy,” she said softly. “You know I am.”

“So you’ve never regretted that I’m the only person you’ve ever had sex with?”

“M-maybe.”

Blake’s eyes opened wide and he grabbed her by the crotch, pressing the heel of his palm over mound as he curled his fingers into a hook that dug into her flesh. “Do you ever think about it? What sex with other men would be like?”

“Sometimes,” Miranda moaned.

Blake worked his knuckles at her entrance, stretching her hole and forcing her to writhe in pleasure. “What do you fantasize about?”

“Other men. Other cocks.”

“Bigger cocks?” he asked. He stopped fingering her for a moment, waiting with bated breath for her response. Miranda took a long time to respond, at least it felt like she did. He was conflicted towards making her talk about these things, but he knew she would do it even if it was just for his sake.

“Yes,” she said finally. “I think about what it would feel like…b-being stretched out by a guy with a huge one.”

Blake resumed fingering her. “Why?” he asked. “I’m not enough.”

“I love you,” she whimpered. “But I just want to know what it’s like. When it’s too big. Long and thick. Getting fucked and feeling that sweet, deep pain in my hole. A man who doesn’t care that I can’t handle it. While you’re at work he comes over and fucks me hard – bending me over and slapping my arse while he slams inside me. Bruising my insides. Making me cum so hard, baby.”

Miranda spoke with some hesitation, but Blake could feel her cunt flood as she described her fantasies. He fingered her rapidly and keenly listened to her words, even as the wet squelching of his fingers stretching her cunt filled his ears.

“You’re not satisfied with my cock, are you?”

“N-no,” Miranda reluctantly admitted. “You don’t fuck me like I want. You’re not forceful. You don’t take control and you don’t fuck me like a man.”

Blake whimpered and bucked his hips. He was thrusting impotently at the air and Miranda assisted by focusing her attention on massaging his cockhead. “I’m sorry,” he said. “You know I wish I could fuck you like you need.”

“Mmm…baby,” Miranda moaned. “You know you’re not able to. Not with this little thing.” As she spoke, she squeezed hard on Blake’s cock. That, along with her words, was enough to push him over the edge. He fingered her hard as several spurts of runny cum shot from his prick.

Blake’s ejaculate splashed over Miranda’s belly and she let out a satisfied mewl as she felt him cover her with his seed. He gasped and moaned, leaning over her torso as he climaxed. Meanwhile, Miranda moved her hand from his crotch and took hold of his arm by the wrist. She pulled his fingers out of her before sitting up halfway so she could kiss him. “Was that good for you?” she asked.

“It was amazing,” Blake said as he returned her affection. He laid on his back and placed his hand on his stomach while he tried to catch his breath. “It’s so hot when you talk like that.”

“You’re welcome.” Miranda showed a half-smile and sat up. “I’m going to get cleaned up. Are you going to join me?”

“Maybe in a little bit. Let me breathe for a second.” He watched she as she got out of bed and followed her with his eyes as she walked to the far side of the room. She approached the laundry basket and took out a piece of dirty clothing which she used to clean the semen off her skin. “It’s really sexy when you tell me the fantasies you have about other men,” Blake said, still sensing some insecurity in her. “I love it.”

“I don’t fantasize about other men,” Miranda said quickly. “I just talk about that kind of stuff so you can cum.” She walked over and sat on the bed next to Blake, who looked up at her with admiration. “You understand that, right? I love you.”

He reached over and took her hand, squeezing her knuckles gently as he studied her face. “Yeah, babe,” he said. “I know you don’t want anyone else. I love you, too.”

Miranda looked at him. It was though she was scanning for any indication of dishonesty or, perhaps, that he harbored any doubt that she was anything but totally faithful. “Change the sheets,” she said. “Then come meet me in the shower. I want you to wash my back for me…for a long time.”

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