He sat on the bed,his head in his hands, dejected shoulders drooping, a testimony to the extent of his humiliation.

"Its, okay, darling," I whispered, "It happens to the best of men at times.It doesn't really matter."

"Doesn't matter?" He raised his head, eyes blazing, "Doesn't matter? What kind of man am I if I can't satisfy the woman I love?"

His eyes shamefacedly looked down, between his legs where his manhood lay soft and flaccid. My eyes followed his as I remembered the times he had thrilled me, excited me, driven me wantonly wild with the same organ that now lay so sadly drooping.
There was only one thing to do...

As he looked up in surprise, I knelt between his legs and curled my full lips around the unwilling organ. My hand held and titillated the soft gift-wrapped package behind as I sucked and tasted, my lips and tongue teasing him into excitement.

 I felt him harden and stand as my mouth expertly flicked over tender sensitive nerve ends. He groaned as he suddenly thrust himself against my mouth.

I rose and guided his seeking mouth to my nipples with one hand as I clutched his buttocks with the other and drew him as close to me as possible. I wrapped one leg around his body as he entered me, still standing. Our bodies rocked together in the ancient ritual dance of male and female as we came together in an explosion of all the senses...