No Sex for Wankers
by sheepisheyes » Thu Jul 25, 2024 11:01 am
I am in a sexless marriage. Going on 10 years without sex for me. My wife has an occasional fling (at least the ones I know about) now and then. I just wank and accept that wankers don’t get or deserve sex. My wife is fine with my excessive wanking. She finds it annoying and generally does not want any part of it, but she understands that once a wanker always a wanker.
She keeps a little jar of Vaseline under the living room coffee table. Often I will make a feeble attempt to seduce her by kissing her and cuddling next to her. She will just reach down and hand me the jar, look into my eyes and laugh at me. I of course will pull down my pants and play with myself. That is pretty much how my sex life goes. As my wife says, I’ve got no game.
Recently my sister-in-law came for a visit. The two of them were sitting on the living room couch watching one of those fashion shows. I sat down in the lounger and started watching the gorgeous women. Needless to say, I started to get wanky. I could see my wife watching me from the corner of my eye. She knows how easily I get turned on and want to play with myself. I saw her reach for the jar under the coffee table. I turned and looked at her as she smiled that condescending smile that always makes me feel like a bad little boy. She tossed me the jar and said, “Go for it, I know you want to”. I saw her sister look over at me as I caught the Vaseline. “Don’t worry your wife has told me all about you” she said as she laughed at me.
They both stared at me as a hot super model in a tiny skirt walked down the runway on the TV. I looked at the TV and then back at them. Knowing smiles on their faces as the waited and watched. I reached down to my pants and undid the button. My wife made a wanking motion with her right hand. “Ah! there he goes. I knew it!” she chided. I stood up and pulled down my pants as my cock slapped my stomach from being so hard. Her sister gasped and started laughing at me. Soon both of them were laughing as I sat back down and started wanking away. My eyes went back and forth from the short skirts on the TV to my wife and her sister watching me. I started groaning. “He’s so pathetic” my wife said. “She told me how you guys don’t have sex anymore. Now I see why she brought a guy home the last sisters weekend we had. She said you are alright with that as long as you have your wanking” her sister commented. I looked at her with my mouth hanging open and nodded my head as I blew my load down the back of my hand. They both giggled and watched. I stood up trying not to drip cum and pulled my pants up to my knees. Then I shuffled to the bathroom as they watched my bare ass leave. Laughing and mocking me the whole time.
I kind of suspected it but did not know that my wife confided in her sisters about our relationship. I realized she did it so she could get laid when they had their sisters weekend trips. That way her sisters would understand. I was now the laughing stock of her family. The next morning when I came down stairs her sister was sitting at the kitchen table, and she burst out laughing when she saw me. “I’m so sorry I can’t help it” she said smiling at me “you looked so ridiculous last night. I’ve heard about it but never really believed it until last night”. I nodded my head in agreement which brought more laughter. “You realize you might lose her. You are hardly a man in her eyes anymore. The more you play with yourself and stop even trying to please her sexually, the more she is going to need to look elsewhere. You just better hope she doesn’t find a real man for more than just sex”. I looked at her then cast my eyes down. She continued berating me until my hand went to my crotch. “Oh my god this turns you on?” I shook my head yes and ran to the living room to grab the lotion. I just started jerking off.
The humiliation was just too much. She came to the living room and stood there watching me, shaking her head. “You are so pathetic. I cannot believe you!”. I didn’t care. I wanted her to see me for what I am. I know there is a very good chance my wife will leave me. Especially with her sister telling her what a loser I am and how she can do so much better. Sitting here jerking off with her sister watching me waiting for my wife to come downstairs and catch me, I knew my fate was doomed. I wanted the world to know I was a wanker and treat me like a loser.
My wife came downstairs and saw me wanking. “Oh god. Really? Again? Look at you. In front of my sister?” My tempo increased as they both laughed and walked out of the room to get coffee. I continued sloshing away, completely humiliated. Eventually I grunted and came. I then had to shuffle past them to wipe up the cum and clean my slimy hands. They both sat there drinking their coffee watching me. “You’re disgusting” my wife said, and her sister shook her head in agreement.
It was becoming so humiliating to be around her sister. I couldn’t even make eye contact with her, and she constantly laughed at me and made rude comments about being a chronic masturbator. She really had contempt for me. My wife was used to it but even she started backing up her sister’s comments. The more they teased me the more I needed to masturbate. It became obvious to her sister that her humiliation was driving me over the edge, and I could tell she was enjoying her power. My wife had to volunteer that morning and left me alone with her sister. “I think I should take your wife out tonight and find her a real man. You are just a little boy. All you can do is play with yourself. She has told me that you have never given her an orgasm once.” I could feel myself turning red and getting hard. “I can’t help it. It’s just who I am. I don’t care if you get her laid. What do you want me to do?” I whined. “Oh my god listen to you! What a wimp you are. Show me what a wimp you are. Masturbate for me right now!” she looked at me with an evil smile.
I could feel myself losing control. She grabbed the lube, open the top and offered it to me. “I dare you to not play with yourself. Be a real man. Show me you’re not just a little boy!” she challenged. I dropped my pants, scooped out a glob of lube and stood right in front of her and jerked off. “Ha! You are such a wussy. Look at you. Pathetic!” and she made such an evil condescending laugh it went straight to my balls, filling them with cum.
Her sister finally left but not before trying to convince my wife to leave me. My wife said before she does that she wants to try marriage counseling to see if that could help us somehow. We both doubted it would, but it was worth trying. Of course, the counselor was knock out gorgeous which was not helping me at all. My wank radar was on high alert.
My wife and I sat on the couch and the counselor sat across from us. We talked for a while about our marriage until finally it came to sex. My wife told her that basically I was terrible at sex, and she was no longer attracted to me. Sadly, I started to get turned on. It made me feel pathetic and that is always the start. My wife looked at me after saying that to see my reaction and I could tell that she knew it was turning me on. She shook her head and sighed. She asked me my feelings and I told her I find my wife incredibly attractive and that being denied sex makes me feel weak and like I’m not a real man. This brought a little giggle out of my wife. “Show me how you would initiate sex with your wife. I want to see your approach” the counselor asked.
This was very awkward, and I was really feeling pathetic at this point. My wife turned and looked at me waiting. I started with little pecks on her cheeks and then little kisses on her mouth. I saw the condescending smile spread across her face. This is what always does me in. I could feel my cock getting hard. I sunk down a little, so I was looking up at her and nuzzled her neck a little. The counselor laughed and so did my wife. I looked up at my wife with puppy dog eyes as she chided “Go ahead and say it. Let her hear what you always say next. Go on”. I whispered, “Can I play with myself?” She said “What? I can’t hear you!”. “Can I play with myself” I said in a wimpy voice. The two of them burst out laughing. “See! What I deal with” my wife said. “Yes, I see what you mean. Your husband is very beta”. At this point I was lost in humiliation, I needed to play with myself. I wanted them to laugh at me and see how pathetic I was.
“Look at him” my wife said “he wants to pull his pants down right now and make a fool of himself in front of both of us. This is exactly why I cannot respect him as a man anymore or ever have sex with him”. The counselor looked at me “Do you want to play with yourself?” I looked at her with a glazed horny eyes, and my mouth hanging open. I was done for. “Yes! Can I please play with myself? I don’t care. I know I am pathetic and not a man. Please!”. They both shook their heads in pity at me. “Well, I would like to get a look at the size of his penis. That often comes into play with weak beta males” the counselor commented. “I don’t care if he does, he’s worthless to me” my wife said as she reached into her purse and pulled out my Vaseline. “I brought this along because I figured this would happen” she laughed.
Once again I was pulling my pants down in front of two women. I took the Vaseline, sat back down and grabbed my throbbing cock. I tried to lean against my wife, and she pushed me away. “Don’t touch me. You are disgusting to me right now. We are supposed to solve something today and you only make it worse. I never want to have sex with you ever again!”. I didn’t care and just kept stoking. “Well, he is larger than I thought he would be. Not huge but average anyway. Usually, such submissive little boy behavior is accompanied by a little boy penis.” She stated as she watched me in my cloud of wanking and bliss.
I shot my load and the counselor agreed with my wife that it is probably best that we divorce. She deserves to have a real man and enjoy grown up sex and not have to deal with basically a little boy playing with himself all the time. She said that I should just continue masturbating and not attempt to be with a woman. I should be content with masturbation and self-pity. There is no cure and women are far better off.
Re: No Sex for Wankers
Post by Palmlover » Fri Aug 30, 2024 2:01 pm
I am married and though my wife and I don’t practice penetrative sex anymore, we do masturbate together almost every day. Not that my wife wouldn’t let me fuck her, she would at any given time, it’s just that I would rather masturbate and she knows that and, thankfully, understands and supports it. As many of you know, there’s just something special about masturbating in front of someone and wantonly exposing your true, perverted self (at least in my case!) to them. As much as I love doing it, and I really, really do, I am an edger and I am never truly, deep-down sexually satisfied, unless I get to spend at least 4+ hours edging. My wife knows this and, again thankfully, understands my need for it, so she doesn’t mind that I spend most of the day masturbating to porn, whether or not we end up masturbating together later on. My wife knows that I’m 100% content with this arrangement and she tells me that she is too and I believe her.
Though I no longer have the desire to actually fuck anymore, I still fantasize about it at times when I’m masturbating, if that makes any sense. Though I am perfectly content in my masturbation and don’t necessarily feel the need to have “real” sex, I would never turn down the opportunity to masturbate in front of my wife. There is a certain humiliation aspect to it that excites me as well. My wife is laying right there, ready, willing and able to fuck, but we both know that I would rather masturbate instead, and that thought, that fact, turns me on immensely!
So I am very, very happy with my sex life as it is. I get to watch porn and masturbate as much as I want (a lot!), and I get to satisfy my need for exhibitionism and humiliation by masturbating in front of my wife. It truly is the perfect sex life for me!