Chapter One

Unsatisfied Needs

Brad and Alyssa had been married for about a year and a half when she told him, one evening after a quiet candlelit dinner at home, that she had needs which he could not satisfy.

“Wh-wh-what do you mean?” he asked, shocked.

Alyssa licked her lips consideringly. “I’ve come to realize,” she said, quietly but with deliberation, “that by yourself you can’t give me what I need, sexually.”

He could only stare back at her in disbelief, his jaw hanging open. He tried to speak, but no words came. Almost of its own accord, his head began to shake back and forth in the negative, scarcely noticed.

“It’s taken me a long time to realize this, Brad,” she continued without rancor, “and—who knows?—maybe my needs have changed as I’ve gotten a little older and really come to know myself.” She gave a slight shrug with her expressive dark eyebrows. “But it’s clear to me now that regardless of how you try to satisfy me sexually, I’m going to need more than you can give.”

“B-b-but, honey!” he sputtered. “I-I-I—” Brad swallowed, then started again. “Baby, if you want more, then of course I’ll do anything you want, any time you want! Gosh,” he added incredulously, “I could make love to you two, maybe three times a day if you’d let me, Alyssa!”

“Not good enough,” she said flatly.

Her voice was like a granite block sliding immovably shut on the last passageway into some mysterious pyramid, and the utter finality of it made him blanch. “Look, if you need more than that,” he attempted, “well…” He bit his lip. “Why, baby, you know I’d do anything—anything! I’d eat you, rub you, dildo you—or whatever!—anytime you like.”

Alyssa blinked silently back at him, heartbreakingly lovely. He almost thought he saw one corner of those beautiful, suddenly cruel lips twitch in the ghost of a smirk—and then it was gone.

“In fact,” Brad whispered softly, trying to bring her back to him, “it’d just turn me on so much, to—to know you needed it that bad, and to know I could do it to you, everything,anything I ever wanted…” Suddenly his poor cock stood thick and rigid within his trousers beneath the table as he imagined being