The Deflowering of My Wife

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Unusual circumstances, a hideous condition, and a betrayal.
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Updated 06/08/2023
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"Don't you agree, honey?" my wife asked as she squeezed my hand, trying to snap me out of my daze and back into the conversation.

"Yes, of course I do," I said, smiling, hoping to convince the rest of the group that I had been paying attention. The look on Sarah's face suggested they were already on to me.

Generally, I was good in these situations. I have the social graces, vocabulary and wit to thrive at my wife's work functions, even with her work involving the faculty and staff of a prestigious university. The professors with whom we needed to socialize at these events were the definition of snobbish, the height of hoity-toity. Passing the conversation between each other, attempting to outdo the previous speaker with some obscure, polysyllabic word embedded seamlessly in the conversation, they turned their noses up as they sipped their martinis.

This might put off some people, but Sarah and I had met at a different prestigious conservatory, and by now we were accustomed to it. We knew that these professors had never amounted to much more than their current profession, and the language they used around each other was simply a way of stroking each other's egos.

So as they passed the verbal hot potato, I drifted off thinking about the subtle track of cleavage emerging from the neckline of my wife's dress. She had an amazing set of tits, 36Ds, as soft and plump as you would ever find. They were the reason I was first interested in her, and they remain the part of her body that stimulates me the most.

That, though, is not particularly fair, as Sarah suffers from one of the most sadistic conditions currently on record: vulvar vestibulitis.

I know it is insensitive to compare such extreme maladies, but allow me to present my case that V.V. is the worst medical condition that exists. With heart attacks, there are treatments. With AIDS, there are support groups. With cancer, people walk miles through city centers to raise awareness and funds support victims, survivors and their families.

V.V., though, is something that the patient hides from society. They need to cope with it, sharing it with, at most, their significant other, and even then only out of necessity. Because how do you explain to your co-workers that you have a condition where they glands in your vulva are so sensitive, they automatically clamp shut when even slightly stimulated? How do you tell your parents that, because of that condition, your literally untouched hymen has grown to the thickness of a diver's wetsuit, and even if your husband could penetrate you, it would be nearly impossible for him to pierce that overgrown patch of skin? How could you ever explain to anyone that you have been married for over five years but have yet to consummate your marriage?

You don't. You internalize it, you live with it, and you share it with nobody. Her doctor told her that surgery could remove oversensitive glands, and they could cut away her hymen, but the resulting scar tissue would prevent her from ever enjoying vaginal penetration. We decided to leave that option as plan B, and hope that we could find a more natural solution before we aged beyond recommended child bearing years.

I've replayed all of that in my head countless times, and I found myself doing it again amongst these collegiate bigwigs, when I noticed some young hot shot had joined the circle. He was much younger, so much so that I questioned the legality of his bourbon on the rocks. He was also the type of handsome that even most hetero guys would admit to recognizing, and he appeared to be of Indian or Pakistani heritage.

I couldn't help but notice that he was avoiding the conversation for the most part, and instead trained his attention on my wife and I. He had this unsettling smile, as if he knew a secret but wouldn't divulge it in present company. I knew instantly that I didn't like him. But that didn't stop him from following me when I went to the bar to refresh my Scotch.

"Navdeep," he said, offering his hand.

I shook it and introduced myself.

"What do you do here?" I asked.

"I'm a student in the medical school, here from Bombay."

"That's great, welcome to America," I said, admittedly half-heartedly.

"Thank you, but I've been here for over a year at this point."

"What field are you studying?" I asked, feigning interest.

"Holistic healing. Alternative and natural treatments. Things like that."

And suddenly I had an interest in him.

"Really?" I asked, trying to think of a way to pose my problem to him without outing my wife.

"Yes, I was telling your wife about it at a party last month."

"That's great," I said, not understanding his point. He grabbed my forearm and stepped in closer.

"I know," he whispered.

"You know what?" He couldn't mean THAT. Sarah would never tell some random medical student about our deeply personal secret. Would she?

"It's OK. It is not as uncommon where I am from as it is here. I think I can offer a solution for you."

No. "A solution to what?"

He paused and looked me in the eyes. "You know what. I won't elaborate in present company, but come to me if you finally want to fuck your wife." His tone was hushed, but his words crushed me.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but mind your own business or I'll report this indiscretion to the dean."

To that, he just smiled. "Your wife loves you very much. I know you know that. She got a little tipsy at the party last month and spilled some information that she said she hasn't told anyone. Something about how I seemed trustworthy and kind, and that given my course of study I might be able to help. And she's right. I am trustworthy. Haven't told a soul. I just thought you might want to put a face to the name you should be thanking when I come up with the cure."

My face must have been beet red, belying the truth of the matter, but I feigned ignorance. "Buddy, I'm not sure what the fuck you're talking about, but this conversation is over. I'm not interested in your voodoo."

He stood there with that same unnerving smile as I walked back to Sarah. I took her home immediately, not wanting to be around that creep anymore, and we had a huge fight that night.

"Baby, I've been letting our marital secret eat me alive for five years, and you spill the beans to some random kid? What the fuck were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry, babe! I was drunk, and I'm desperate for a cure. I don't want to feel like a broken, incomplete woman anymore." She was bawling, and I felt terrible about exploding on her.

I held her in my arms. "You know he's working on a cure for you, right? He told me about it at the party tonight. Do you know how awkward that was for me? I felt like a cuckold, at least in the proverbial sense. This random guy is going to enable us to fuck, like he's giving us permission? I don't want that looming over our first time!"

"Me neither, love. I'm sorry. It was an accident. I'll swear him to secrecy and tell him we're not interested in his cure, whatever it is."

This argument, as with all others, ended without makeup sex. Instead, I waited for her to go to bed, fervently masturbated on the couch, then fell asleep there for the night.

.....

The next morning, when she came downstairs, Sarah brought it up again.

"You know, honey, I'm wondering if maybe we should cut our noses off to spite our faces."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm saying that, just because you and Navdeep got off to a bad start, if he were able to come up with a cure, wouldn't you want it? If someone you hated enabled us to have pleasurable sex, would you really not fuck me over it?"

She had a point.

"What does he want from us in return, Sarah?"

"I don't think he wants anything, at least h hasn't made any demands yet."

"Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt to see what he expects as payment. You're right, if he can solve our problem, it would be worth your betraying our secret."

.....

I left it alone after that, and after several weeks without Sarah bringing it up, I assumed it had all just blown over. I didn't ask for any updates because I loathed the thought of Navdeep being our sexual savior. I was sure, given his bravado, that had he developed a solution to our problem, he would have brought it directly to Sarah, and not waited for her to ask about it.

Randomly, about a month later, I decided to surprise Sarah at her office. It had been a quiet, somewhat awkward few weeks since our argument, and I was hoping

that a little spontaneity would reignite our celibate romance. I stopped by her favorite restaurant, ordered her favorite meal, and made my way to campus.

Her office was behind locked doors, and I was surprised to find the main entrance locked. It was typically locked after Sarah left, but she was usually still here at this time. Peeking through the glass panel running alongside the door, I saw that her office light was still on.

'No problem,' I though. She had made a copy of her key which I kept on my keychain, and entering through a locked doorway would only amplify the surprise. But as soon as I opened the door, I learned that I was the one in for a surprise.

Navdeep's Indian accent hit me right between the ears. I was irate. Of course that asshole was here now, interfering with my romantic plans. Knowing I didn't want to talk to him, I hung back in the reception area and waited for him to leave.

Alas, he wasn't leaving anytime soon. Their conversation sounded a little heated, and I decided to creep closer to the open door to see if I could hear better. It was a decision I would quickly come to regret.

The first complete sentence I was able to hear clearly came from Sarah.

"No, Navvy...I'm not going to give you a blow job now." It was spoken in a quiet, submissive tone, but it completely blew me away. My heart skipped a beat, and in that moment I considered both that my wife was discussing giving a blow job to another man, and that she used the word "now." As if to say, "I'll give you a blow job later" or "I just gave you a blow job yesterday." The numerous interpretations swirled through my mind, and I braced myself against the wall so I wouldn't collapse.

Navdeep pushed the conversation forward, and I held back to see what I could learn from it.

"I'm afraid it has to be here and now, Sarah. The door is locked. We're all alone. And you owe me."

Sarah insisted. "Navvy," (I hated that she was using a pet name for him), "I'm appreciative for what you've done for me and my husband, but I have to know that it works before I pay you. For all I know, this could just be a tub of vaseline and you're playing me for a fool."

"Sarah, I have supplied you with the solution to your celibate marriage. I have done for you what professionals could not. What I just placed in your hands might as well cost ten thousand dollars. A hundred thousand! But all I asked for was some head, and you're going to pay me. A deal's a deal. You can test it right now, feel free. But I promise you it works."

I stood on the other side of the door frame, at once ready to barge in and beat his brains in, but also wanting to wait and see how Sarah would reply.

"Navvy, I didn't know you'd be dropping by right now. I have company coming over tonight. I have to get home." She was lying, and her shaky tone belied that fact.

"On a Wednesday? Come on, Sarah. Stop stalling. If you like, I'll wait in the corner while you try it out."

Navdeep walked into the corner, so that literally the six inch wall width was all that separated us from each other.

"It's a small price to pay for being able to have sex with your husband, Sarah. After tonight you can forget about me and go on living your life without your unfortunate obstruction."

I wanted to reach through the wall and choke him, but the truth is he was right. I would have paid every dollar I had in savings to be able to have sex with Sarah. Her giving a blow job to another man realistically seemed like a fair price to pay, even if I still didn't want that to happen.

"Go on, Sarah. You only need a small amount. Enough to thinly coat the tip of your finger. Then smear it on your sensitive area. You should instantly feel your muscles relax."

After an exaggerated exhale from Sarah, I heard the sound of a jar popping open. Sarah asked Navdeep to turn and face the wall, and then the sound of shuffling was all I heard.

"Have you applied it?" Navdeep asked.

"Yes."

"How does it feel?"

"Warm, a little tingly. It feels like it's working."

"Try sticking a finger inside."

Sarah must have done so, because she emitted a slight groan.

"Were you successful?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever been able to do that before?"

"No."

"Try sticking another in next to it. If you can, you should be able to take your husband's penis."

The next thing I heard was the sound of Sarah sobbing gently, sniffling away tears.

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Why are you crying?"

"Because I can't believe it's working. I've dreamed of this moment. Obviously not exactly like this, but for the first time I don't feel like an incomplete woman. I can't wait to get home."

"I'm very happy for you, Sarah. But before you go home you need to settle your debt."

"OK," she said. "You can turn around and come over here."

I shifted my position so that I could peer into the office through the gap created by the hinge in the door. I needed to know what was happening. If I was going to jump in on them, I wanted to make sure they were in the act. But I suddenly found myself a bit turned on.

Sarah was sitting at her desk with Navdeep standing beside her. She had turned her head to face him, and he was thrusting his erection into her open and willing mouth. Despite his slender frame, he seemed to have an unusually large cock. He still had several inches outside of her lips, but his thrusting motion implied that he was hitting the back of her throat.

As surprising as it was to see my wife's red lips enveloping another man's cock, I was more surprised to see her feet beneath the desk, spread wide on either side of her chair. I could also see her right arm frantically moving between her legs, and I quickly realized that she was playing with herself as she blew him.

She pulled off of his cock long enough to ask him a question.

"What did you put in this ointment, Navvy? It's not just making me loose, it's...it's turning me on."

My cock jumped in my pants at that sentence.

"I added a few stimulants, I hope you don't mind. I figured if the same ointment can not only relax you, but turn you on, why wouldn't you want that?"

"Well...it's really effective, Navvy. You did a great job. Thank you." She was sitting at her desk, stroking his cock with her left hand, while she looked up at him as she spoke. It was perverse seeing my wife do that, but it was also very exciting. If this balm could make Sarah not only loose, but horny, a quick blow job would definitely be worth it.

"That's sweet, Sarah, but you know how to thank me," he said as he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her mouth back onto his oversized dick. It could have been my obstructed vantage point, but it actually seemed like she smiled as she welcomed it back inside her.

With her perch in her chair, she was slightly higher than his erection, so he was actually thrusting up into her mouth. He pulled her head down further, working about half of his dick inside her with at least four inches still to go. Sarah started moaning deeply, and I could see her arm start moving faster. I imagined her skirt hiked up to her waist, with her panties pulled to the side as she vigorously pumped her fingers inside. If only she weren't blocked by the desk.

Suddenly, she gasped, almost in pain.

"Are you OK?" Navdeep asked.

"Yes I....I think I just broke my hymen."

I couldn't believe it. After all this time waiting to have that honor, she breaks it her self while blowing a coworker? I was pissed, but at the same time I knew that the the drug was working fully. I would have fun fucking her tonight and for the rest of our lives.

"God, that's hot baby. Just keep going." Navdeep entered her mouth again as she continued to stroke herself.

"Here, Sarah...it looks like your building up a sweat," Navdeep said. He reached passed her arms and undid the top two buttons of her blouse. Her ample cleavage appeared for a brief minute before she clasped her shirt closed with her left hand.

"Navvy!" she shouted in a nearly flirtatious tone. "Just a blow job, nothing more."

"Hey," he smiled, "I'm not asking for anything more. But I'll definitely finish faster with those titties in view."

I could not believe the way he was talking to her. He had gone from timid to confident to brash in such a short time. I guess having a married woman willingly fellate you will do that.

"OK, but don't get any ideas," Sarah chided as she let go of her shirt. Her blouse fell open enough to show the top lining of her bra. Her chest seemed to have swelled with arousal, and was now spilling out the top of it. She looked amazing.

As she moved to plant her lips on his cock again, I lost my concentration and leaned against the door. Now, any person not currently cheating on their spouse would have just assumed it was a random act of atmospheric pressure adjustment. But those straying for the first time are a bit more sensitive to randomness.

"Navvy, there's someone here!" she whispered anxiously.

"No, it's nothing," he replied, obviously not wanting the moment to end.

Sarah insisted on checking, though. I watched long enough to see her stand and adjust herself. As I had imagined, her skirt was hiked up over her hips and her sheer white panties were pulled to one side. She skipped fixing the panties to lower the hem of her dress, then started tip-toeing towards the door.

I scurried across the hall and ducked into an open conference room. My heart was racing as I heard Sarah step into the hall.

"Hello?" she called. "Is anyone here?"

Dead silence.

"I swear I heard someone, Navvy," I heard her say to him as she turned back towards the room.

"I promise it was nothing. Now bring those perky tits back here and let's finish this."

I hurried back to my previous location and peered through the door. Sarah was making her way back to him, but he walked out from behind the desk and met her at the side of it.

"Hold on," he said. "I need to see that skirt back where it was a minute ago. It was so sexy."

I thought for sure Sarah would resist, but it was more like a pause before responding.

"Will it help you get off faster?" she asked teasingly.

"Sarah, you might not even have to suck me anymore if you show me that look again."

And so she did it. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up over her waist so that it was resting on her hips. From my view behind her, I could see that her panties were all disheveled, and Navdeep seemed to feast on his view from the front.

"I must say, Sarah, for as nervous as you are about it, your pussy is really quite beautiful."

"Jesus, Navvy, don't be vulgar. Thank you, but don't be vulgar."

"I'm sorry, I thought you would want to hear that." He grabbed her hand. "Spin for me, please."

He helped Sarah spin around so that he could admire her ass. Now I was able to see her beautiful pussy, and I understood why Navdeep was compelled to say something. It looked tight, with bulging lips that glistened with her juices.

Navdeep seemed overcome with lust and grabbed Sarah from behind. He wrapped his right arm around her just below her chest, while his left hand went down between her legs.

"Navvy, wait! Stop! I don't want this!" Sarah complained. She grabbed at his arms, but both her actions and words seemed insincere, like she was obliged to put up a fight but didn't want to.

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