My wife and I form a seemingly perfect immigrant Chinese couple. We live in a nicer part of town, look sharp, and living a healthy balanced life. However, inside our bedroom, it is a completely different story. I can't remember the last time I gave my wife an orgasm naturally. It has been years that I have to use various toys and massages in addition to oral to get my wife over the edge to cum. She never complains, but I know it is killing all of our passion. Not sure if that is the root cause, but I became less and less functional when I'm having sex with my wife. I can still get hard, just not the moment when I need that to fuck my wife.
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That was the status quo until that faithful day. Our elderly neighbor has moved to a retirement community and a new younger white divorced man moved right next to us. After he settled in, we introduced ourselves and extended our invitation to stop by our place to relax and get acquainted. That evening, he came over for drinks and we hit it up nicely and talked about all sort of topics from popular news to more intimate feelings of life purposes and satisfaction. I didn't expect my wife to open up so much. She literally stated with much resentfulness that she felt a big hollow chasm in her life. She lost the vigor and energy to seek pleasure. My neighbor Blake were an attentive listener and asked the right questions at the right moments. My wife confessed to him that she haven't had an orgasm since years ago. I was still in the same room next to them and I was shocked to witness the turn of the conversation to be so personal. However, they seemed to be indulged in a private space ignoring my presence. My wife continued to say how much my small penis couldn't do a thing for her. It probably didn't matter what was the root cause: my small penis or loss of passion in sex between us. My wife openness caused a stir in me, being shameful of my inadequacy, yet feeling aroused that my wife was gaining a sense of self and having an attentive partner to allow her to open up. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was the unstoppable passion between the two of them, they embraced each other and my wife sunk into his chest right in front of me. I didn't know what to do and said almost to myself that I would fetch some drinks and proceeded to walk to the kitchen. I was terribly afraid, yet extremely aroused. Perhaps, this was the moment that I would cross that line and personally hand over my wife to another man, a strong, caring, perfect white man.
When I returned, the scene was traumatic and fascinating at the same time. My wife top was open and her bra was unhooked. Blake was kissing my wife and his hand was squeezing her tit. My wife was enjoying herself yet fully engaged with her eyes locked into Blake's eyes. A pair of lovers in passionate love making. I couldn't think of what to do and I simply put down the drinks on the coffee table and walked away to the guest bedroom. They probably didn't care if I was there or not. They started making out in earnest. Slow heavy breathing turned into moaning; moaning followed by passionate light screaming. Then, the unmistakable sound of having sex with their bodies hitting on each other as I imagined Blake was now fucking my wife. I had never heard the kind of submissive scream and dirty begging from my wife. She begged to be fucked deep and couldn't control to say our load how big Blake's cock was. In between, she also slipped out how pathetic my tiny dick was. As I was listening to the unfolding of my wife's transformation, I was so aroused, yet my dick was still small and soft. I couldn't possibly explain how that was happening. I was leaking cum as they were making love just the other side of the bedroom door. I became so emotionally and started crying in mix of shame and joy as I paced myself to cum at the same time as them.