I still can’t believe it happened. My wife and I have been married for 10 years. Jessica is 29, a sexy brunette with a 36D-26-36 body on a 5’7 frame that she has kept in shape as a competitive triathlete.
You’d think that being married to a woman like that would be a prescription for a very hot sex life. But it wasn’t. Jessica was raised in a very protestant household, and has always treated sex in a very puritanical style. We don’t make love very often, and when we do, we make love in the missionary position only. Often, she seems to be in a hurry to get through both the foreplay and the act itself. When we are through making love, she usully rolls over and goes to sleep. Although I have always considered myself to be a good and attentive lover, our sex life has never been that great.
All of that changed recently.
I came home from work at the usual time. She was not downstairs when I called to her. I walked up the stairs to our computer and found her sitting in front of the monitor with tears in her eyes.
How could you? She said, weeping.
I looked at the monitor knew in an instant what files she was talking about. Years of being in a passionless relationship had caused me to develop a rather involved fantasy world around sex. I had several graphic stories and photos. I don’t know if it is because I felt emasculated by the fact that I seemed unable to satisfy my wife, or because I am naturally submissive, but for the last several years, I had began to take a greater interest in female domination. Many of the stories and pictures I had collected over the years involved women taking control of their marital relations and dominating and cuckolding their husbands.
Jess, I don’t know. It’s just fantasy. was my embarrassed and stuttered response.
She pulled away as I tried to move closer to her.
I can’t talk to you right now. I need time to think.
I was devastated. Although my fantasy world was a major part of my life, I had never hoped that my wife would ever see it. It seemed like too great a risk for her to know about it. Would she reject me? If not, how much of my fantasy life would she want to explore? How much of my fantasy life would I want to explore?
I didn’t have any answers when she rose from her chair and left the room.
To try and smooth things over, I decided to cook dinner. I put a few bottles of wine in the fridge to chill and set about to preparing the meal.
She was still reticent to speak with me as we sat down to eat the meal that I had prepared so I had to settle for stilted small talk throughout the salad and pasta courses. Wine was flowing freely, however, and the drinks must have loosened my tongue quite because I decided that I wanted to have a frank discussion with her about our sex life.
I wanted her to open up more to me physically, and wondered why she felt so constrained in our lovemaking. She looked hurt when I mentioned this, and got real quiet, closing up the way that she often does when I try to get her to talk about sex.
I got very frustrated by her silence and growled Why can’t you talk about sex with me? What are you afraid of?
At this point, she was on the verge of tears, but I decided to press on. Jessica, I said, Whatever it is, I think we should just get it out into the open.
Fine, she said, with a hint of steel in her eye and an edge in her voice, tears drying. If you want the truth, the truth is that you do not satisfy me in bed. You did to some degree when you were younger, but your cock has always been too small. I never wanted to tell you that because I was afraid to hurt yourfeelings.
I was devastated. But in all honesty, it was a truth that I had known for years but had never wanted to admit. I didn’t utter a sound as she kept on.
But after reading all of your perverted little fantasies, she said, taking full advantage of my stunned silence, I realize that I want you to know the truth because I want to fuck other men.
Don’t you ‘but honey’ me. I’ve spent most of the last 10 years without cumming from your pathetic little tool, and now I read that you actually get off on the fact that you can’t satisfy me. You don’t deserve to fuck me anymore.
No. I don’t want to talk about this. What I want you to do is to clean up this mess from dinner and to think about whether you want to continue this relationship knowing that things are going to be changing a great deal in this household. Now I’m going out for awhile, and we’ll talk about this when I get back. I’ll expect you to have made your decision by then.
With that, she got up from the table and left the room. My mind was a mess as I started to clear the dishes from the table. Part of me was devastated, but I noticed that my cock was rock hard my stomach was filled with butterflies. Elation? Fear?
I had just finshing cleaning the cookware and dishes and was wiping down the table when I saw my wife come downstairs and head out to the garage without saying a word. While I was busy cleaning the dining room and
kitchen she had showered and changed. And boy had she changed. Gone were the jeans and sweatshirt that she had worn to dinner, replaced by a little black dress and sandals. Her hair was natural but I caught a hint of the lilac which lingered faintly where she had walked.
After she left, I poured myself a glass of wine and went upstairs to our bedroom. I was pretty shaken up and needed to relax, so I changed into shorts and a tee shirt, got onto my bed and smoked a joint to calm down.
I had no idea where my wife had gone, but I knew that she was going out to seduce some man and probably to have sex with him. As I turned that thought around in my mind, I could picture her provocatively dancing with some handsome, well-built stranger in her sexy black dress. I could picture her laughing and flirting suggestively as they had drinks. I could picture his hand on her ass as she led him outside, and his hand massaging her legs and pussy as he drove her to his house.
I could picture how the dress draped below her perfect breasts and clung suggestively to her perfect form, accentuating her pale skin as they kissed in front of his house. I could see the spark of desire in her blue eyes as she unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off of his broad shoulders. I could see that spark turn into a smoldering lust as her tiny hands caressed his cock as it swelled in anticipation as she unzipped his pants and slipped them down to his ankles. I could smell her passion as he stepped out of his slacks and picked her up and carried her to his bed.
Whatever voice in my head that should have been putting a stop to all of these thoughts paled against my mind’s eye vision of my wife’s face as she approached orgasm while some nameless, faceless stud fucked her into oblivion. I could even see the wedding ring on her finger as she clung to his shoulders, seemingly for dear life as she shuddered through waves of pleasure that I had never been able to give her.
I fell asleep masturbating to images of my wife’s pleasure.
When I woke up the next morning, I realized that I was alone in bed. Jessica didn’t come home last night! Revulsion set in as I realized my wife had probably gone out and fucked some strange man and that I had jacked off thinking about it.
I got up and headed for the shower. My mind was still in a fog, and I had no concept of how to reconcile the incredibly frightening life altering experience that I had gone through the previous day.
When I stepped out from the shower I was startled to see Jessica perched sexily on the bathroom counter. She had come in very quietly and was still wearing the black dress and sandals from the previous night, but her hair was mussed, and even through the steam in the bathroom, she reeked of sex.
Her legs were parted slightly and her little black dress revealed her inner thighs all the way to her still-soaked panties as she coolly appraised me in my wet, naked state. Her eyes started at my feet and raised up along my body. She paused long enough for her lips to curl into a dismissive smirk when she came to my member before travelling up my body and fixing her gaze directly into my eyes.
Have you made your decision, pet? The cat preparing to eat the canary.
Jessica please don’t do this. I whined.
Quiet! her voice hit me like a whip cracking.
She continued, in a cool, commanding voice If you decide to stay with me, I intend to make all of your fantasies come true. I can see just by looking at you that you stayed up half the night wanking your little pecker imagining what I was doing last night. Well, your fantasy has now come true. All that remains to be seen is whether you are man enough to
live to see your desires fulfilled in perpetuity.
Her look softened as she slithered down from the counter and closed the few steps between us.
Shhh… she said, looking softly into my eyes. Don’t talk, she said softly as she gently pressed her hands down on my shoulders, willing me to sink to my knees. Isn’t this what you want, she said as she moved behind me, lilac mixing with her musk as she caressed my shoulder and back. She continued her circle around me and moved with sultry grace into our bedroom.
I knelt there for a minute, my heart racing a thousand miles per hour, desire battling ego and fear as I fought to make sense of what was happening.
I got up and followed her. She was laying on the end of the bed, propped up on elbow, one knee up, casually stroking her pussy through her sheer panties. She paused long enough to fix me with a look that I instinctively knew I must answer.
I knelt down and crawled between her legs and began kissing her perfect, muscular legs and feet. Starting at her toes, tongue trailing up the soles of her feet, kissing her ankles, and calves, tongue kissing the sides of her knees and inner thing as I gradually worked my way up towards the object of my desire. Even as I got close to her knees, I could see the residue of semen on her inner thigh. I could smell her fresh desire over an older, muskier scent which gave off an acrid, unfamiliar tangy taste as I licked the new moisture and older residue from her thighs and panties.
The scent grew stronger when she pulled back her panties to reveal her flowering cunt to me and was overwhelmingly heady as I moved my face closer to her pussy. As I started to stick my tongue out for a tentative lick, I could see that though she was engorged, she was also red and puffy from sex.
I will never forget the look of satisfaction on her smile as I looked up at her, as my lips and tongue touched her pussy in an act of submission and commitment that would redefine our marriage today, and for many days to come.
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