My Step-dad Saved My Marriage

by Bear Stories

7 Jul 2024 3918 readers Score 9.0 (68 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt

I've been married for a year now. I got my wife, Diana, pregnant when we were 18, and we never had  any martial issues, accept for our sex life. Diana and I never had much of a sex drive and it's been hard for me to get her in the mood. I've tried ignoring it and focusing on being a good husband, but it's like she's just going through the motions. I love her, I really do, but I've been feeling like there's something missing. Enter Tony, Diana's "BFF."

Tony is a nice guy, who I always felt must be gay, but he always has some new chick with him. I figured he dated until his new girlfriend expected sex from him, then dumped her, but apparently not, as I found him in my living room, his hand up Diana's skirt, her moaning, her eyes glazed over. She looked at me and she tried to get up and hide the evidence, but fell over onto some beer cans. I didn't stay to see if she was okay, I just left.

I drove around for hours, not knowing where to go, just driving. My mind was racing with thoughts of them together, his hands on her, his mouth on her. It was making me crazy. I drove to my mom's house, hoping to hide. I knocked on the door, she looked surprised to see me, "What's going on?" she asked, looking at my red face.

"Can I stay here for a night?" I asked, avoiding eye contact with my mom.

She stepped aside and let me in, her eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Is everything okay with Diana?"

I didn't know what to say. The words felt lodged in my throat, heavy and painful. "It's complicated." I managed to murmur.

"You need to tell me what happened," my mom insisted, her eyes full of worry as she led me to the couch. I took a deep breath and recounted the scene I'd stumbled upon, my voice shaking with anger and betrayal. She sat in silence, processing the information. The living room felt stifling, the air thick with my emotions. After telling her everything, she gave me some reassurances and said she'd always bee here for me, but I was too upset to even listen. I changed the topic and she didn't press me on it. We were making smalltalk for a half hour when the front door opened. Revealing a face so friendly it was almost goofy. The man was my mom's husband, Rich. As he walked in, his soft eyes widening when he saw me. "What are you doing here?" he asked, dropping the groceries he was carrying.

"He's having trouble with his marriage." My mom spoke softly, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Trouble? That's putting it mildly," I said, trying to laugh but it came out more like a choking sound.

"You found her cheating?" Rich's voice was oddly casual, evan almost revealed, bet definitely not surprised.

"How did you know?" I said, confused and slightly annoyed.

Rich shrugged and leaned against the counter, folding his arms over his chest. "...Lucky guess..."

The room felt smaller as his knowing gaze bore into me. I couldn't believe he was acting so nonchalant about the whole situation. "You knew?" I blurted out, anger starting to boil under the surface.

"No! Well... I didn't know, but I figured it would happen eventually." Rich's response was more a statement than an apology. He sighed heavily and walked over to me, sitting down on the arm of the couch. "Look, I know it's tough, but it's not uncommon for a young couple to hit a... ...roadblock..."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "How could you just sit there and say that? You knew and you didn't tell me?"

"Don't speak that way to your father!" My mom scolded.

"Step-father!" I stated firmly. I always hated when she made me call him dad, and refuse to play along now that I'm an adult.

Rich looked to my mom and gave a sigh. "Sweetie, can you give us some space, I think we need to have a private conversation. Man to man." My mom nodded and rich stood up. "We'll talk in the den, come on."

I followed him into the room, not knowing what to expect. The air was tense, and I felt a mix of anger and curiosity. Rich closed the door behind us and turned to face me. "Look, son, I didn't know for sure, but I had my suspicions. You know Diana's not exactly satisfied with you, right?"

"I mean, we've had rough patches, but we're working through them," I said defensively, my voice strained.

"No." He said bluntly. "Look, you remember this fourth of July when she came to the party wearing that red white and blue bikini and the hat and boots?"

"No. I wasn't really paying attention to her outfit." I said, feeling a mix of confusion and anger.

"Exactly," Rich said, his tone firm. "You weren't paying attention. That's the problem. Diana's a woman, and she needs more than just someone to knock her up and call it a day." He walked over to the bar and poured us both a whiskey, handing me one without asking if I wanted it. "Every other guy was ogling her, and she was practically begging for it with the way she was dressed. Hell, even I made a lewd comment or two! You didn't even notice."

The whiskey burned my throat as I took a gulp, trying to swallow down the bitter taste of his words. "What are you saying? She was putting out for other guys in front of my face?" I managed to ask, feeling like I was about to explode. "Why cheat on me? Why not just ask for a divorce?" I threw the question at him, my voice echoing in the small space.

"Look, every time a man made a comment about her, she looked to you. hopeful, a clear excitement in her eyes, but that quickly faded." He took another shot of whiskey. "That girl loves you. But you don't treat her right."

"What would you know about treating women right? You've been divorced three times!" I shot back, the whiskey burning a path down to my stomach, fueling my anger.

"Yeah, I screwed up, a lot, but I've been married to your mom for ten years. After so many failed relationships, I learned. Why do you think I've kept a woman as stunning as your mom this long?" He asked rhetorically. "Is it my charming personality? My immense wealth? My good looks? No. Look at me! I make less money than your mom and am 50 pounds over overweight." He gave me a cocky smile. "I just know how to fuck."

I felt the color drain from my face. "I don't want to talk about this with you." I mumbled, setting the whiskey down untouched.

"I'm just saying, when she wants breakfast, you gotta bring the sausage. If you don't, then expect her to go to a restaurant once in a while." Rich's grin was smug, but there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes that I couldn't ignore.

"I give her plenty of sausage! And she's the one who is never in the mood!" I said, my voice rising in frustration. Rich's smile didn't waver, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Okay, sure. What are you like in the bedroom?" Rich asked, his voice taking on a serious tone.

I stared at him, feeling my face heat up. "I'm... I'm okay, I guess. I try."

"Wow, very confident..." Rich said, his sarcasm thick. "Look, I don't mean to be blunt, but if she's not in the mood, maybe you're not bringing the heat. You've got to make her want it, crave it even." He leaned in closer, his whiskey breath warm against my face. "How do you fuck her?"

"I'm sorry... What the fuck did you ask?" I said, practically in shock.

"How. Do. You. Fuck. Your. Wife?" He said slowly in an almost mocking tone. "Are you gentle and caring? wild and passionate? Do you lick her pussy? Doggy style? What?!"

I stared at him, horrified by his directness. "We do the usual things, I don't know, we just... have sex."

"Do you have sex as in, squishing your parts together, or do you..." He bit his lower lip, made first with his hands, and made a couple thrusting motions with his hips.

"Um... The second..." I said, uncertainty.

He looked around for a moment with a blank stare. "Show me."

"What?" I was taken aback by his sudden demand.

"Let's pretend I'm Diana." He said, bending down onto the bar. "I'm here, bet over and ready for you, ass up. What is your first move?"

"This is weird. I'm not going to do this," I said, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

"Do you want to try saving your marriage?" Rich's voice was firm.

"Of course I do." I replied, feeling a mix of confusion and desperation.

"Then show me how you do it so I can help you!" Rich's voice boomed through the room, the authority of his tone making me feel small. With a deep breath, I stepped closer to him, unsure of what to do next.

With a deep breath I started. "I start by saying, 'can I make love to you?' then I-"

"Wait! You start every time by asking for consent?" He asked.

"Well, yeah. It's polite, right?" I said, feeling a bit stupid.

"She's not some chick you picked up at the bar, she's your wife!" he said, clearly thinking I'm stupid. "You take what's your's and let her know it! But when she says 'not now,' you zip your pants right back up and act casual. Got it?"

I nodded, not really understanding his logic, but desperate for anything that might help. "Okay... Next I'll come up behind her like this, and then get my... ...I'll get my penis in there, and kinda..." I started to rock my hips back and forth, pressing against Rich's ass.

"No! Really give it to my like you would your wife!" He ordered.

"I... Am..." I admitted sheepishly.

"That's it?" Rich snickered, looking over his shoulder at me. "You just shove it in and wiggle around?"

I stepped back, feeling even more embarrassed. "What do you want from me?"

"Switch places. Now you're Diana." Rich said, his tone more demanding than before. I was taken aback by his sudden instruction and hesitated. "Just bend over wiggles!" He urged, taking a swig of his whiskey.

Feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment, I did as he said, leaning over the bar, my hands gripping the edge. Rich stepped up behind me, placing his hands onto my hips. "If I were you, and I had your wife in this position, I'd start by talking dirty to her. Let her now her ass is mine. Make her wet with anticipation." He whispered into my ear, his voice gruff and commanding. "Then I'd slap her ass, make sure she's ready for me." He demonstrated with a firm slap that made me jump.

"That hurt!" I whimpered, my cheeks flaming red as I shot a glare at Rich over my shoulder. He just chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with a strange kind of amusement.

"That's the idea kiddo! You gotta make her feel alive," Rich chuckled, taking another sip of his whiskey. "Now, if she's dressed in something as scandalous as that bikini, you'd tear it off her with your teeth, show her who's in charge," He said. "Once you've teased her enough, she'll be begging for you cock. She'll let you go wild, and that's when you give it to her good and hard. Just like this." He said, gripping my hips tightly and thrusting his pelvis into me, simulating rough, passionate sex. He slammed my body hard into the bar over and over, making me feel like the bar was about to break.

"Wow! Stop! That's too much!" I said, worried of getting seriously hurt.

"Okay, okay!" He chuckled, letting me go. He put his hands on his hips, standing proudly. "And that's how you do it!" He took another sip of his whiskey, smacking his lips. "Now, I know you're not into this, but I'm just showing you how to be assertive. How to show her you're the man of the house. Trust me, doing this for her will make all the difference!"

I straightened up, rubbing my sore backside. "That seems pretty intense. I don't know if Diana would like that."

"Trust me! She will be all over you! And if not, it's not like it's going to make things worse. You're already at rock bottom, right?" Rich said, his voice smug as he took a swig of his whiskey. "You try now, I'll be Diana! Get into it!" He leaned over the bar, his face flushed with excitement. "Show me what you got! Make me beg for it!"

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation crash down on me. This was my step-father, asking me to act out a sexual scene with him as a demonstration. But the desperation to save my marriage and the burning curiosity of what might work had me taking a step closer. I gulped down my whiskey, feeling the warmth spread through my chest, and whispered into his ear, "You look so good in that bikini, Diana."

"Oh, sweetie! I thought you'd never notice! It means so much to hear you that," Rich said in a high-pitched, mocking tone, playing the part of Diana. His voice was sickeningly sweet and my stomach turned at the thought of my step-father acting like this with my wife. I took a deep breath and slapped his ass, mimicking the force he had used on me.

"Oh!" Rich squealed in his high-pitched mockery of Diana's voice, dramatically clutching the bar. "That's it! You're getting there!" He encouraged, looking over his shoulder with a smirk.

"Don't do the voice... please." I said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Yes, sir! Don't be afraid to tell me what you want!" Rich said in his normal voice. "You are the man in this house!"

I took a deep breath and started to talk dirty, trying to ignore the absurdity of the situation. "You're so hot, baby, I can't wait to... Be inside you?..."

"Better," Rich said, nodding with approval. "But remember, it's not just about the words, it's about the tone. Make her feel like she's the only one who can satisfy your hunger. And once you do that, tease her pussy, don't just dive in. Make her crave it!"

I took another swig of whiskey, feeling the warmth spreading through me, and moved closer to him. I whispered into his ear, trying to mimic a seductive tone, "You're so wet for me, baby. You know you want it."

"Yes! Yes I do! Fuck me babe!" Rich exclaimed. He was really getting into the role despite the awkwardness, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. I took another step closer, my hand shaking as I reached down to grabb hold of his hips. "Just remember, confidence is key," he said, reassuringly. "Dominate her, but make sure she enjoys it. Treat her body like it's a temple, but fuck her like it's the last night on Earth. Now show me what you got, put your all into it."

I took a deep breath and slapped his ass again, this time with more force. "You're mine," I murmured, trying to get into the scene. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, and I watched as Rich's body tensed before he let out a dramatic gasp. "Oh, yes! Yes!" He moaned, his hands tightening on the bar as I slammed my hips into him, pretending to enter him.

As I pounded his ass rhythmically, I felt something stir inside me. I was dominant, assertive, proud and horny. I felt incredible, confident, masculine! The clapping of my hips hitting his was the applauds I never new I wanted!

"Um... I'm glad you're feeling confident, Wiggly, but maybe your too into it..." Rich said, with a slight awkward chuckle. I stopped, momentarily confused, but quickly realized that he was right. I was getting way too into the role play. My cock was hard. I felt a sudden jolt of embarrassment.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, stepping back quickly, my face flaming red. I couldn't believe my own body's reaction to this bizarre role play with my step-father.

"You're okay! Don't worry about it..." He said, giving me a punch in the shoulder. "I'm the one who took things this far."

I took a step back, trying to compose myself. "Maybe this isn't the best way to handle it."

"Probably not, but... Just an idea... You learn really well by example... Maybe I should show you how to really fuck." Rich suggested, his voice once again oddly casual.

"Are you suggesting... You and me?..." I stuttered, the whiskey making the room spin slightly.

"I think we need to... To save your marriage of course!" Rich said with a smirk, his tone a mix of amusement and seriousness. "I'll show you how it's done. Trust me, we'll try it like any other man to man bonding moment, except with less moaning." He chuckled.

"My marriage is in serious trouble... I really do need to learn how to... to satisfy her." I murmured, the whiskey clouding my judgment and my desperation overshadowing any sense of propriety.

"Okay..." He took a deep breath, setting his whiskey down.

"...okay..." I murmured, my head spinning with the absurdity of the situation.

"I guess we strip now..." Rich said, his voice a mix of anticipation and a hint of doubt. I nodded, my throat dry, and we both began to undress. The room felt eerily quiet except for the rustling of our clothes and the occasional clink of the whiskey bottle against the bar.

When we were both naked, Rich turned to face me, his cock already hard. "You know, I've seen plenty of naked men before," he said casually, as if we were discussing the weather. "But this is a first for me."

I nodded, my own erection a betrayal of my shock and confusion. "This is... This is weird."

"Yeah, but we're doing this for a good cause, right?" Rich said, his voice a mix of reassurance and excitement. He took my hand and led me over to the couch, pushing me down onto the cushions. "Now, watch and learn," he instructed, as he knelt down behind me.

My heart was racing as he positioned behind my legs, his erection pressing against my crack. "It's important to remember, the key to a good fuck is confidence."

I nodded, trying to ignore the fact that this was happening with my step-father. "Okay," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Also remember, it's supposed to hurt." He said. Without warning, Rich thrust his cock into me, the pain searing through me like a hot knife. I yelped, my eyes watering, as he began to fuck me hard. The leather of the couch stuck to my skin, and the smell of whiskey and sweat filled the room. I could feel the tears sliding down my face, but I bit my lip and tried to focus on the lesson at hand.

"How does that feel?" Rich asked, his breath hot against my ear as he pushed into me, his strokes growing deeper and faster.

"Like... Like I'm being split in two." I managed to get out through gritted teeth, my face contorted in a mix of pain and confusion. Rich's hands gripped my hips tightly as he thrust into me, his heavy breathing filling the silence of the room.

"That's how your wife want to feel! She wants to feel your cock inside her body! She wants to be fucked by a man!" Rich grunted as he slammed into me. His grip was painfully tight, his strokes brutal. I tried to focus on the advice, the lesson, but the pain was overwhelming. My body was torn between the burning agony and the strange sense of... something else.

"But... But Diana's so... gentle!" I gasped out, the words barely coherent as I clung to the armrest of the couch.

"She is the gentle one, you're the one who needs to fuck her!" Rich's voice was gruff and demanding as he thrust into me, his rhythm unrelenting. The pain was intense, but somewhere beneath it, there was a spark of understanding. Maybe this was what Diana had been craving all along, a man who could take control and give it to her rough. To be honest the thought of doing this to her made me feel a bit excited.

"Remember to breathe." Rich grunted as he continued to pound into me, his hands moving from my hips to my chest, playing with my nipples. "It's all about the build-up and the release."

The pain began to meld with a strange, burning pleasure, and I found myself pushing back into his thrusts, the leather of the couch creaking under us. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy it!" Rich exclaimed, his voice filled with dark amusement. I felt a twisted sense of pride, like I was somehow conquering the situation, despite the taboo nature of it all.

"You're doing great, Wiggles." he panted, his grip on my nipples tightening. "Remember how this feels, make your wife feel like this. Got it?"

I nodded, biting back a moan as the pain and pleasure swirled into an overwhelming maelstrom inside me. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine Diana beneath me, feeling me thrusting into her the same way I felt Rich thrusting into me. The idea of her begging for more, her body responding to my dominance, was intoxicating.

Rich started breathing heavy, his thrusting slowed, but somehow became stronger and deeper. "You're about to learn the most important part, Wiggles." he said, his voice strained with his own pleasure. "The finish. You gotta make it count. You gotta make her feel like she's yours and only yours." His grip on my chest tightened as he leaned over me, his cock still buried deep inside me.

I nodded, my teeth grinding together, the pain and pleasure mixing in a way that was almost unbearable. "Do it," I murmured, my voice shaking. "Show me how to do it."

With a final, powerful thrust, Rich reached around me and grabbed my cock, stroking it in time with his own movements. The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt my body tighten as I approached climax. "Cum for me." he ordered, his voice a mix of pleasure and dominance. And with that, I did. The release was like nothing I had ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to shake me to my very core.

Rich pulled out of me and stood up, the results of his own orgasm spilling out of me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Now you know. Now you can give her what she really wants."

"That was incredible..." I managed to murmur, my body still trembling from the intensity of the moment. I looked back at him to see his friendly normal self, only now naked with seed dripping from his soft cock. "You were incredible."

"What can I say? I know how to fuck!" Rich said with a shrug.

"Better than me..." I chuckled.

"You'll figure it out. But for now, we should go to bed. Your wife needs you to man up and sort this out." Rich said, his voice a mix of pride and urgency. He handed me a towel to clean up with.

After cleaning up, we got dressed and took one last shot of whiskey and headed back out to the living room. My mom was watching TV with a knowing smile on her face. She looked up and said, "Everything good, you two?"

"Yeah, I had a good long talk with the boy. Gave him some advice. He took my point well." Rich said, looking back at me with a wink. My mom raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "Let's head to bed, sweetheart," Rich said, holding out his hand to my mom.

I said goodnight to my mom and prepared to sleep on the couch as they headed to the stairs. But rich stopped and turned to me.

"If you ever need more advise, I'm always here. Goodnight wiggles." Rich said with a knowing smirk as he and my mom disappeared up the stairs.

I was left alone with my thoughts, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through me. The whiskey had dulled the pain, but not the reality of what had just transpired. I had just been fucked by my step-father in an attempt to learn how to save my marriage.

But it worked.