Female Led Relationships

A Simple Solution 3

By: Love My Wife

As I leaned against the counter she took my left nipple in her mouth and lightly kissed and then suckled it. My cock got even harder and I moaned. She then moved to the other nipple, never even touching my penis. My hips jerked involuntarily.
She stood up and looked at me. “You like that”
“YES” was all I could gasp.
She slowly rolled both wet nipples between her thumb and forefinger as she looked at my cock. My gasping reaction and lurching hips were a direct indication of the effect she was having on me. This sucking and rolling continued for over a minute as she increased her sexual attack on my nipples and I became audibly and physically more responsive, now gasping and catching my breath. My eyes were closed tight and I was grasping the edge of the counter, embarrassed in my nudity and spread legs, my erection, trying to compose myself enough to take all of her attention without moving from her grasp. I willed myself to stay under her twisting fingers and mouth but I was squirming and my cock pulsing and swinging, my knees starting to fail me. I couldn’t allow myself to pull away because I needed her over stimulation and I needed her to see the dramatic effect of her attention and how badly I needed this. And still not a touch to my cock making the onslaught all the more erotic.
I imagined what I looked like now in total slutty, willing submission to her and no longer caring that she knows, that she controls, that I am as venerable as a husband can be with his wife. I am slipping into a state of mind that is peaceful, concentrating only on my acquiescence of control. I half open my eyes, gazed directly into her eyes and say, “please, I need to cum, please make me eat my cum”.
She smiles and says, “In one more minute I will. Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
“God yes…look at me.” I loved the words “doing to you”, she knows her control.
“I’m almost in sexual overload, I have never felt so naked”. I said No one could be more naked, stripped, shaved and on the edge of an orgasm for many minutes at the hands of my fully dressed, loving wife.
“Please kiss me.” I said.
She leans in, kissing lightly, then deeper, then with passion and tongue. I moan loudly.
She leans back but doesn’t let go of my nipples and looks me up and down, a smile on her lips.
“You are so totally mine”
“I always have been yours, but this time you have taken me”
“Yes, that’s true, but now that I have taken you this far, what if I want more?”
“Anything you want, I will do”
“We’ll see about that.” She said with a smile.
“I’m going to make you cum now” I agreed, it was totally her orgasm to give.
She picks up the glass in one hand and grabs my cock in the other, firmly pushing back against my body. The head of my cock wet with pre-cum and bulging purple in her grasp. Another moan from me knowing this will not take long.
She pumped slowly, with me now wildly thrusting forward toward release.
Four more pumps and I said, “I’m going to cum”
She positions the glass and I think I may have screamed, I know I shot one, two, three, at least four spurts into the bottom of the glass. She kept milking and then after, wiped the edge of the glass against my now ultra sensitive cock head to get the last drop or two.
“Oh my God.” That was the extent of my commentary.
She stepped back and handed me the glass.
“This time, you get to do this all on your own, as your proof to me that you want this”
I reached out and took the glass with a post orgasmic shaking hand. I looked at it, a fair amount of my sperm in the bottom. It was no longer sexy, it was no longer desirable, it wasn’t what I wanted to do any longer. It was sperm in a glass, and I was a guy and guys don’t drink sperm from a glass.
“It’s important that you do this now, not just for me, but for you. Don’t think about it, what it is or what you want or don’t want. I am asking you to do this because you need me to ask you to do this. I will not force you, but if you don’t do it now, on your own, we will never do it again”.
I poured the sperm into my mouth.
“Hold it in your mouth for a second”
I did, looking at her, not wanting to move or to think.
“Swallow”
I did.
She took the glass from me and put it in the sink. She handed me her martini and I took a sip.
“I’m going to need to cum tonight, and you may get a third dose if you’re up for it, but right now let’s get dinner on the table. Throw on your pants and shirt and put your socks and underwear in the laundry room.”
I did as I was told and slowly came back to reality. We had a simple dinner and continued with husband and wife chatter. I felt great knowing we were so happy together, so normal. I guess that is what marriage after all these years really means, trust, no inhibitions, sharing secrets and fantasies and love. I hugged her and kissed her neck, and felt a slight stirring in my groin, again. Would I actually be eating a third load of sperm today? I bet even my wife hasn’t ever done that!
Did I say we were so normal? You know, I bet we are.

By LoveMyWife

A Simple Solution 2

I had gotten home before my wife and got started on dinner. I knew she would only be minutes behind me.
Moments later the phone rang, she was calling from her cell.
We talked about dinner and our work day and then she said, “why don’t you get undressed and get out the glass, we’ll get the second dose out of the way when I come in. Oh, and could you make me a martini, I could use a drink”
It’s not like I had forgotten about my first “dose”, that morning, but I wasn’t expecting this to be a “cum on demand” event.
“You want me naked when you get home?” I asked incredulously.
“Yea, I do, and the glass on the counter, that’s right.”
I paused for a moment to digest her matter of fact tone. “Oh, OK…see you in a few minutes.”
“OK, I’ll be right there.”
I hung up and looked at the dish drain next to the sink. The glass she used this morning was still there. I reached for it and placed it on the counter, my cock twitched and I flushed remembering the start of our day. I started to undress, folding my clothing on a chair in the corner. By the time I was naked, I was three quarters hard and I hadn’t touched myself.
How could the embarrassment of being naked, jerked off and made to swallow my own sperm excite me? I couldn’t deny to myself or to my wife I actually knew the answer. It was the submissiveness of it. It was being naked while she was dress. It was the kinkiness and nastiness of having my wife of many years, the woman I love feed me my cum. It was embarrassing and humiliating and thinking about it made me very hard. I never should have told her of my cum eating fantasy and how I could never bring myself to do it and I needed her to make me. Or should I have?
As I heard her car pull into the garage and I looked down at my naked body and shaved cock and wondered, with embarrassment, how I should greet her. I decided I had to be proactive, so I walked to the door leading to the garage and opened it, staying inside the house but clearly visible to her as she got out of her car and opened the trunk to retrieve groceries. She looked up, smiled and shook her head.
“Come here and give me a hand.”
Our garage faces the side of the house with only one neighbor on that side, but still!
She glanced toward our neighbor home, “I don’t think they are home but hit the garage door closer and come here and help”
As the door was closing I walked out into the garage and to the back of her car, my cock bouncing and swinging lewdly, a string of pre-come hanging from the tip. She handing me two bags, one for each hand, closed the truck and wiped the pre-cum from my cock with a finger and held her finger in front of my face. I licked it clean. She pushed my cock up against my stomach, pressed her pelvis into me, pushing my butt against her car and kissed me, slowly running her tongue around my lips. I moaned.
“It didn’t take long for you to get in a state did it?” she said with a smile stepping back and looking down.
“You must really enjoy eating cum, huh?”
”It’s that and everything else” I said with some embarrassment.
“I know” she said. And she did.
I followed her into the house and placed the bags on the counter, next to the glass.
“I didn’t have time to make your martini, I’ll do that now”.
As she put the groceries away, I made her a drink and we chatted about things, nothing important, just husband and wife stuff. I liked the oddness of it, knowing what was coming, so to speak. After ten minutes or so, she picked up the glass and asked me, “do you want to do this now or after dinner?”
She had changed the dynamic. She wasn’t so much telling me I would be eating my sperm, she was asking me when I wanted to eat my cum. I wasn’t sure she was aware of the subtle shift, but by the smile on her face, she apparently was. My cock twitched.
“Now I think”, I said.
“Honey, you know that “now” is not an answer to the question. Tell me what you want to do.”
Check. My humiliation was almost complete, and would be by my next reply.
I was standing naked, shaved and hard in a room with my wife in business suit sipping a martini with one hand and holding an empty glass in the other. My skin flushed with embarrassment and my heartbeat picked up. I now had to ask her to make me eat cum.
I looked at her and squeaked out my request. “I think I would like to cum now and have you feed me my cum before dinner.”
“Well if that is what YOU want, come over here and lean against the counter and spread your legs”
Checkmate

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By LoveMyWife

“I think your testosterone may be low”
“Well, that could be, I wonder if I can get that over the counter?”
I have not been able to maintain en erection as I use to
“I think I have a way to solve the problem,”
I looked at her a little confused, but willing to try anything at this point.
“OK, how do we do that?
“I have an idea”
With that she went to the cabinet and took out a glass and set it on the kitchen counter
Next she walked over to me stuck her thumbs in my pajama bottoms and with one moved pulled them all the way down.
“Step out”
I stepped out of my PJ’s and stood in the middle of our kitchen naked from the waist down.
“Take off your tee shirt”
I did, now I was totally naked.
“This is what we are going to do. And we are going to do this at least once a day, every day for at least two weeks to see if it works. Right now, I’m going to make you cum and I’m going to catch your sperm in that glass. Then you are going to get on your knees, tilt your head back and open your mouth. Then I’m going to pour the cum into your mouth and you’re going to swallow, returning whatever testosterone you produce back into your system. Seems like a foolproof plan to me,” you say with a smile.
I was starting to get hard.
“Oh, I see you like this idea” looking at my rising penis. She grabbed my stiffening cock and continues.
“Now sometimes you’ll lick it from me after we make love, that’s called eating a creampie. Or if I give you a blowjob, I’ll share it with you from my mouth, called snowballing. Or I may just have you lick it from my hands or my body or from your hand or feed it to you from wherever it falls”
I was now hard and embarrassed by my erection. I mean after all, I was, by getting hard, admitting I wanted to eat my own sperm.
“Now this first time is a little extreme I know, but we have to get you use to the taste and the idea, so this first time we’ll just do it my way. In the future, I’ll make it more fun for you…and for me.”
With that she grabbed my cock in one hand and my balls in the other and started pumping.
“Your erection tells me you’re probably a cum slut anyway and will enjoy this, but don’t forget to tell me when you’re about to shoot so I can put the glass in place”.
With that a pretty serious hand job started.
It wasn’t long before I was pushing against her hand and on the edge of orgasm.
“OK, I’m almost there, you better grab the glass.” I couldn’t believe I was helping her with this humiliating process.
She stopped squeezing my balls and grabbed the glass from the counter and kept pumping with her other hand. Within a few more seconds I was ready.
“Oh shit” and I shot the first of four or five spurts of cum into the glass. She slowed her pumping but milked all the sperm from the end of my cock, wiping the edge of the glass along the head of my cock to get the last drop.
“Quick, get on your knees and open your mouth before you think about this too much”
I did as I was told, head back, mouth open, I decided to close my eyes.
Then she did it, she actually poured my cum into my mouth. I couldn’t believe she actually did it, I couldn’t believe I agreed.
“Open your eyes and stick out your tongue, I want you to get the last drop off the edge of the glass”.
Again, I did as I was told and licked the last drop from the edge of the glass, smelling the pungent scent of sperm. As I look up at you, you, looking down at me with a knowing realization of your momentary power and of my submission.
“Now swallow it all, quickly, do it now before you chicken out,” you order.
One more time, I did as I was told. I swallowed it all, my first mouthful of sperm, but I bet it’s not my last, judging from the look on your face.
“There, that wasn’t so bad was it? Now you know how a woman feels after giving a blowjob.” She bent down and kissed me on the lips. I felt a little flush with embarrassment.
“I never thought I’d be kissing my husband with his mouth tasting like sperm” She laughed.
She hugged my head to her stomach as I remained on my knees and she said. “Look at you, on your knees, naked having swallowed a mouthful of cum” She looks down at me. “Do you feel like a slut, because you look like such a slut” She laughs and holds my face in her hands.
“How does it feel honey? You on your knees, naked, shaved, and submissive?” It was a rhetorical question, she knew I loved it.
She opened her bathrobe and pulled down her pajama bottoms. “While you’re there, you should lick me a little don’t you think?” She pulled my head toward her crotch. I breathed deeply, nestled my nose in her pubic hair and reached out with my tongue to taste her pussy. My eyes closed and my breathing slowed. A feeling of complete serenity came over me as I lost myself totally in her scent, her taste, the feel of pussy against my face. Her hands were on the back of my head encouraging me toward her, my hands on her hips. I was quickly lost in her, I moaned softly, my mind consumed in my passion for her, my servicing her at this moment. I was in heaven.
After what seemed like way too short a time she softly said, “OK, honey, that’s good enough”
She grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. I was slightly dazed.
“Now I want you to think about this all day because tonight I want you to lick your cum from me after we make love. I think getting a double dose the first day is a good idea, don’t you? She had a big Cheshire Cat smile on her face, as if to say, you wanted to taste your cum, well now you’re going to get a belly full.
She reached between my legs and squeezed my balls. We both looking down, she wipes one last drop from the end of my cock with her index finger and holds it in front of my face.
“Here, get this last drop will you?”
I open my mouth and suck her finger clean.
“Don’t want to miss any,” she laughed..
She grabs my balls and squeezes.
“So you make some more today, so we can do this again tonight, OK?”
With one final hard squeeze she laughed shaking her head, rinsed the glass in the sink, puts it in the dishwasher and continued about her morning getting ready for work.
I grabbed my clothing from the floor and head upstairs to shower and shave and think about what just happened. It was a classic case of “watch out what you wish for.” On one hand I knew her little experiment wouldn’t work and it was just a game, but on the other, my cock was starting to stir already knowing I would be eating a lot of cum from now on. Not because I wanted to eat sperm, but because she was going to “make” me do it. That was the exciting part, being told to eat sperm by my wife, the woman I love. The feeling of submission, embarrassment and surrender was tantalizing.
I knew she was into recycling, but I never thought she would take it this far!

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Our anniversary was at the end of the month and we made plans to go out
to dinner alone on that night with a close friend of Emma’s baby-sitting
the kids. I was quite surprised though to find an envelope tucked under
my pillow the night before our date. I asked Emma why I was getting the
pictures before her night out and she just said, “Some things came up.”

With my wife looking on, I opened the envelope to discover three
pictures. Emma was still lying on the table attired in her high heels,
garter belt and hose. Dave and Dave were still sucking her tits, but the
third man’s hand was now lathering her pussy. The second photo showed the
third man’s hands shaving her pussy with a straight razor; one hand
holding the lips of her vagina taut while the other wielded the razor.
The final photograph showed the third man with his head buried between her
thighs, lapping at her pussy while Dave and Dave continued to feast on
her nipples. It was now possible to tell that this third man was also
black and that he had a thick beard. My wife smiled broadly as I ogled
the pictures and told me that the new man was “Big Bad John.” Although I
was very excited, Emma refused to engage in any sex and instead insisted
that we both go to sleep in order to conserve our strength for the next
evening.

The next night, we both dressed up for our anniversary dinner. Emma’s
friend, Janice, arrived to take care of the kids. Emma had been telling
her of the advantages of female domination and trying to convince her to
put her own husband under strict female control. Every time she would
look at me she would laugh and when no one was within earshot she taunted
me by asking, “How long as it been since your little pecker got some
pussy?”

We finally got away from Janice and left for our evening together. I
thought we were going to a restaurant downtown, so I was surprised when my
wife pulled the car into a nearby resort. We ate a very nice meal in
their lounge, but as we were leaving my wife led me to the elevators. We
went to an upper floor and walked down the hall. Producing a room key, we
entered a guest room. The room contained the usual table, chairs and
desk/dresser combination. It also had two king-sized beds. On one of the
beds was a small over-night case.

Emma ushered me into the room and shut the door behind us. She ordered
me to remove my jacket and then to take off my pants, undershorts, shoes
and socks. She made it clear that I was to leave my shirt on. As I
complied with her directions, Emma stripped down to a very sexy dark blue
teddy. Emma opened the over-night case and pulled out her handcuffs.
Securing my hands behind my back, she ordered me to kneel in the middle of
one of the beds. Taking the pillows from the bed, she piled them under my
stomach, raising my naked ass high in the air.

Reaching into the small suitcase again she pulled out her fake cock.
Unsnapping the crotch of her teddy, she stepped into the harness and
adjusted the base of the dildo against her golden pussy and pulled the
straps tight. With the dildo jutting from her crotch, she reached into
the bag again and brought out a tape player with headphones. She put the
headphones on my head and adjusted the small speakers over my ears. Once
again she reached into the bag and pulled out the ball gag and the leather
hood. She quickly shoved the ball gag in my mouth and then pulled the
hood over my head.

Suddenly, my ears were filled with the sounds of a loud, heavy-metal
band! With the hood over my head, I couldn’t see anything and between the
hood and the music blaring in my ears, I could not hear anything. I had
no way of knowing where my wife was or what she was doing.

After a few minutes, I felt the bed shift and then her cock was pushing
into my ass. She pounded into my behind with a fury and my own cock
swelled. Fearing her certain reprisal for coming without permission, I
fought to control my impending orgasm. Luckily, she ceased her assault on
my poor ass. With her fake cock still imbedded in my ass, she held
perfectly still. When I had regained my composure, she began sliding in
and out of my behind with slow, rhythmic strokes. Soon, I was once again
on the verge of orgasm. And once more she stopped moving just in time.
This starting and stopping continued for over an hour. At the end, I was
a quivering mass. My shirt was soaked with sweat. I had been successful
in delaying my orgasm, but I would have killed to be able to come at that
moment.

Finally, the cock was removed from my behind and I felt her get off the
bed. A few minutes later, the bed shifted again and someone got on the
bed in front of me. I had assumed that my wife was on the bed in front of
me, but the ball-gag was removed and my mouth was pulled to a woman’s
pussy. I recognized the taste of sperm in the woman’s slit, but this
pussy was clean shaven, so I knew it must belong to some other woman.

The woman I was licking began to come. She pulled my face deep between
her legs and clamped her thighs around my head, her hips bucking and
pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into her cunt. When her orgasm
subsided, she released her hold on my head. The music was finally shut
off and the ringing in my ears slowly faded. The woman then removed the
hood.

Sitting before me was my wife! Her legs were spread wide, her pubic hair
gone and the lips of her vagina swollen and gaping open. Even with all of
the licking and sucking that I had done, sperm was still dripping from her
cunt. A quick glance around the room showed that the other bed had been
used by several people although we were clearly alone now. My gaze
finally came to rest on my wife who was smiling lewdly. As it slowly
dawned on me that one of my wife’s lovers had been fucking my ass while my
wife had her pussy shaved and then fucked in the other bed, my cock
erupted in a tremendous orgasm. The strength of the orgasm was
unbelievable, almost causing me to black out. Laughing at my
transgression, Emma turned over and presented me with a view of her ass
which was also coated with come. Without waiting for her command, I
drilled my tongue into her ass sucking the come out of her rear passage.

When Emma was finally sated, she went into the bathroom and took a
shower, leaving me still shackled and kneeling on the bed. When she was
done, she came back in the room, dressed, and reapplied her make-up. When
she was all ready, she unlocked the handcuffs and told me to get dressed
and packed up and she would see me in the car in five minutes. I am just
glad that no one I knew saw me rushing through the hotel lobby — I’m sure
I must have made a frightening sight in my condition.

When we got home, my wife asked Janice to help her with my punishment for
coming without permission. With Janice looking on, I was ordered to strip
and then bring them my razor and shaving cream. The headphones and hood
were then put on me and my hands again locked behind my back. I was
pushed onto the bed and the music began blaring in my ears (apparently so
Emma could tell Janice all about her evening without my hearing the
details). Then Janice’s hairy pussy was straddling my face and I ate her
cunt as she and Emma shaved my pubic hair.

I didn’t get any sexual release for the next month and Emma spent most
of her free time tutoring Janice in the finer points of female domination.
Then one Friday morning my wife left for work telling me not to wait up
for her. That evening I found my envelope under my pillow. Unlike the
earlier envelopes, this one had “Big Bad John” written across it. Inside
were six pictures. The first showed Emma licking and stroking a HUGE
cock. It looked like a huge, black pole. Emma later bragged that it was
almost eleven inches long and as big around as her wrist! The second
picture showed her trying to stuff the cock in her mouth. It was so large
though that she was only able to get her lips around the head of the cock.
The third picture showed Emma on her back with Dave and Dave holding
her legs spread far apart and pulled up over her head. Emma’s hands were
pulling her vagina open and John’s cock head was rubbing against her
gaping hole. The next picture showed John’s cockhead pushing into her
cunt. The fifth picture showed about half of John’s cock in her pussy.
The final picture showed John lying on his back with Emma sitting astride
him — his entire cock buried to the hilt in her cunt — with Emma
clearly experiencing a powerful orgasm.

Emma showed up about noon the next day. She went right to bed and slept
until about four in the afternoon. When I went into see her, she threw
back the sheet to show that sperm was still leaking from her well-fucked
pussy. That night, Emma let me fuck her. Usually her pussy fits snugly
around my cock, but that night her pussy was still so stretched that my
cock thrashed loosely in her cunt. Even without the snug fit of her
pussy, the thought of those pictures made me erupt within a few minutes.

Last month, my wife once again called on a Friday afternoon to tell me to
take care of the kids. This was the beginning of a three-day weekend.
That night I found my promised envelope. Inside were four photographs.
The first showed Emma sitting astride John with his cock completely
buried in her pussy. Dave was fucking her in the ass and she was deep
throating Dave. The second picture showed her face drenched with Dave’s
come. The third picture showed Dave’s prick spurting come all over her
ass. The final picture showed her pussy just inches above John’s erect
cock. His cock was slick with her juices. Her pussy was coated with
sperm and a huge glob of come was falling from her shaved pussy. Just
then the phone rang. I answered it, but it was a few seconds before Emma
greeted me. Over the phone I could hear loud slurping sounds as well as
guttural moans. Then Emma asked if I liked my present and she told me
that she would be gone for the entire weekend and that she would see me
Tuesday evening. As she spoke to me, she was gasping and panting and I
knew that she was being fucked while she was talking to me on the phone.
At the end I heard another woman’s voice scream out, “Harder! Fuck me
harder!” Emma chuckled and between moans told me to call Janice’s husband
and tell him the same message. As the line went dead, I began stroking my
cock. I knew Emma would punish me anyway, so I looked through my album
and masturbated throughout the entire weekend.

The photos from this last envelope filled the last of the empty pages in
the album. My birthday is next week and I can’t wait to see what this
years present will be!

A month later found me opening an envelope which contained three photos.
The first showed Emma on her hands and knees sucking on Dave’s cock with
Dave kneeling behind her and literally ripping her panties off of her.
The second shot showed her still sucking Dave’s cock, but now Dave’s cock
was buried in her pussy. The last photo was a close-up of her face. She
was drenched with come, some splattered in her hair and some dripping from
her lips. The photo also showed the end of Dave’s cock and come was
dripping from it as well.

That morning, Emma had made a point of having me fetch a pair of panties
for her. I knew, therefore, that she had left for work that morning
wearing a pair of blue bikini panties. I learned the purpose of this show
when Emma strolled in at about 1 a.m. She let her dress fall to the
floor as she walked into the bedroom leaving her in nothing but her garter
belt, hose and high heels. Kicking off her shoes she climbed on top of me
and lowered her dripping cunt to my mouth. Without saying a word she
began to ride my tongue. She rubbed her pussy back and forth across my
chin which often made my tongue slip from her pussy and brush her asshole.
Both her pussy and ass were slick with sperm. When she finally came, she
rolled off of me and retrieved her purse. Reaching inside she pulled out
her blue panties. Holding them gingerly, it was plain to see that they
had been ripped and torn and the waistband had been broken. Climbing back
on the bed, Emma wrapped the panties around my cock and began to
masturbate me. With her permission, I came in the panties. She milked me
dry and used the panties to soak up all of the sperm. She pushed the
panties into my mouth and then went to sleep.

The next month’s packet of pictures contained a picture of Emma cleaning
the come from Dave’s cock. The second photo was a close-up of her ass
showing come dripping from her pussy and a glob of sperm spurting from the
end of Dave’s prick and headed for her ass.

Emma didn’t come home until 9 a.m. the next morning. She strolled in
with a wistful smile on her face. She greeted the children, gave me a
deep kiss while discreetly squeezing my cock. She said she needed some
sleep and headed toward the bedroom. As she walked down the hall, I saw
that the juices from her pussy were literally running down her legs!

During the next week my wife told me that Dave had the ability to prolong
his own orgasm which enabled him to give her multiple orgasms every time
he fucked her. She decided that I needed to learn this technique and
proceeded on a training regimen. After achieving one or two orgasms from
my tongue or from one of her vibrators, Emma would then have me fuck her
in a position of her choosing. I was not to come until she had granted
her permission. If I was unable to wait until her command, then the next
evening, instead of enjoying intercourse, I would be required to
masturbate while looking through my photo album and the moment I started
to come, Emma would begin to spank me with a leather paddle. Toward the
end of the month, I was actually making some progress in my self-control.

On the Friday that I was expecting my wife to announce her next escapade,
the city was having a terrible rainstorm. I was awaiting her usual
telephone call and was, therefore, surprised when the receptionist buzzed
my office and told me Emma was in the lobby. I went to the lobby and
greeted her with a chaste kiss. She had on her London Fog raincoat that
was buttoned tightly. She told me that she was going out and instructed
me on what to fix the kids for dinner. I was still confused as to why she
had decided to deliver her message in person. I walked her to the
elevator and kissed her good-bye. She stepped into the empty elevator and
as the doors began closing she opened her coat to show that all she was
wearing were her shoes!

A few hours later I was opening another envelope to find one picture.
Emma was laying on a table. The photo was taken at the end of the table
so her pussy was in the foreground and her head in the background of the
picture. She was still dressed in only her high heels, garter belt and
hose. Dave and Dave were on either side of the table sucking on her
tits. Her legs were spread wide and there was the hand of a third man
fingering her pussy.

I awoke when the lights suddenly came on. It was 3 a.m. and Emma was
standing at the door, still in her raincoat. She ordered me out of bed
and used her handcuffs to secure my hands behind my back. She then got a
scarf and used it to blindfold me. Pushing me into a chair I heard her
unbuttoning her coat and letting it fall to the floor. She grabbed my
cock and her soft caress quickly brought it to a full erection.
Straddling me she slid down on to my shaft. Her pussy was wet and sloshy
from her lovers’ come. She pulled my head to her breasts and told me to
lick just her nipples. I dutifully complied as she began to slide up and
down my cock. After a few minutes she untied the blindfold and let it
fall away. I had continued to lick her nipples so my eyes were only
inches from her breasts. Her breasts were covered with small, purple
hickeys! The sight was so exciting that I came without her permission.
After having me lick my come - and that of her lovers - from her pussy,
she told me that I would have to pay for my transgression.

The next day my wife made a phone call and said that she would be going
shopping later. About an hour later the phone rang and she answered it
and had a quick conversation. Hanging up the phone, she grabbed her purse
and went into the garage calling back over her shoulder, “Don’t wait up!”
Although I heard the garage door open and close, I didn’t hear her car
starting. A few minutes later I checked the garage and saw that her car
was still parked there. My cock swelled at the idea of my wife out on
another adventure.

At midnight I awoke as my naked wife was climbing onto my face. She had
a powerful orgasm as I licked her pussy clean. Rolling off of me, she
gave me a paper bag and ordered me to open it. Inside I found a leather
hood which would completely cover the eyes and ears of the wearer leaving
only an opening for the mouth, a ball gag and an eight inch plastic dildo
which ended in a studded mound which was clearly meant to rest against a
woman’s vagina. The fake cock was attached to a harness to fasten it
around a woman’s waist. My wife ordered me to fetch my handcuffs and some
K-Y Jelly. She fastened my hands behind my back and inserted the ball gag
in my mouth. Ordering me to kneel on the bed, she then took her time
stepping into the harness and adjusting the fake cock. A few minutes
later she climbed on the bed and I learned what it felt like to be fucked
up the ass. She continued humping me until we had both come. She pulled
out of my ass and I fell forward in a lump. She let me sleep with the
handcuffs and ball gag in place. During the next month, Emma fucked me
with her fake cock at least ten times. She insisted that I prolong my
orgasm until given permission and failure meant an immediate spanking. By
the end of the month, I was finally getting some small measure of control.

During the next month, I did something that caused her displeasure which
resulted in her shaving my pubic hair and being refused any sexual release
until it had grown back to her satisfaction. Thus, when it came time for
her evening out, I had not enjoyed an orgasm for almost two weeks. This
time my envelope seemed thicker and when I opened it four photos tumbled
out. In all of the pictures, Emma was wearing nothing but the garter
belt, hose and panties — her bra was now gone. The first picture showed
my wife ripping Dave’s shirt open. Her arms were a blur and some of the
buttons were caught in mid-flight. The second photo showed off Dave’s
flat stomach and muscled chest. Emma was pulling the remnants of his
shirt off of his arms while sucking one of his nipples. In the third
picture Dave’s shirt was gone and Emma was reaching for the buckle of
his belt. In the last photo Dave’s pants were gone and my wife was on
her knees before him, her hands tugging at the waist band of his bikini
undershorts while she ogled the obvious bulge in his briefs.

At about 2 a.m. Emma arrived home. She stood over the bed with a pair
of shiny handcuffs dangling from her finger. She ordered me out of bed to
kneel at her feet. I immediately obeyed and she sat in a chair and
removed her shoes. With her stockinged foot she tickled my balls and cock
saying how pitiful I looked with my stubble of pubic hair. With that she
proceeded to lock my hands behind my back with the handcuffs. She then
piled all of the pillows into a mound on the bed. Stepping out of her
dress she climbed on the bed and knelt over the mound of pillows. In this
position her butt was raised up high and beautifully framed by her
garters. She ordered me to climb on the bed and kneel behind her.
Thinking that I was to be allowed to fuck her ass, I quickly complied.
However, as I climbed on the bed, she reached up on the headboard and
grabbed her six inch vibrator. She flicked it on and pushed it into my
mouth. “Fuck my ass with this slave” she said mockingly. I lowered my
head and pushed the phallus into her ass. Her rear passage was already
wet and slick and she showed no pain or discomfort from the penetration.
Clearly someone had recently plowed this passage! As I worked her ass
with the vibrator, she reached for my photo album and began to flip
through the pages. She began to taunt me by commenting on Dave’s ebony
body and muscular build. When she reached the last page showing her
pulling down his briefs she giggled and said, “Just wait until you see his
cock!” With that my cock erupted even though I had not touched it. Emma
felt some of my come hit her leg and she laughed. She then began pushing
her ass back against the vibrator and after a few minutes she had a
satisfying orgasm. She pulled away from the vibrator and took it from my
mouth. Then she pushed my face into the pool of sperm and made me lick it
up. I spent the night in the handcuffs and she refused to remove them
until the next morning — after she had reshaved my pubic hair!

I made a concerted effort to be especially attentive to my wife’s needs
and desires for the next month so that by the time her next night out came
around my cock and balls were surround by a sparse growth of hair. This
time the envelope only contained two photos. The first showed Emma
pulling down Dave’s underwear to reveal a long and thick cock. In the
first picture his cock was only semi-erect, but still impressive. The
second photo showed his cock fully erect at about eight inches with my
wife on her knees licking it. After going another month without coming,
it took a supreme effort of will and a fast cold shower to keep from
spurting my load. At three a.m. my wife arrived home. The first thing
she did was to check how hard my cock was to see if I had come from
looking at her latest photos. When she was satisfied that I had been good
she instructed me to kneel at the foot of her chair. She fastened the
handcuffs on my wrists securing my hands behind my back. Stripping off
her dress and damp panties she grabbed an eight inch vibrator and sat in
front of me. She began to massage my cock and balls with her stockinged
feet as she slid the pulsating vibrator into her pussy, its swollen lips
gripping the pliable plastic. Warning that I was not to come, she ordered
that I describe how beautiful Dave’s cock was. I cannot describe the
tension created by being forced to praise another man’s penis while a
beautiful woman caressed my engorged cock and balls with the silk of her
stockings and watching her large vibrator stroking in and out of her cunt,
already coated with juices that I knew were sperm. After fifteen minutes
of this torture, my wife’s feet fell from my cock and she concentrated
solely on bringing herself to orgasm. Although I felt like I had just run
a marathon, I had not come! Although I was pleased with my performance,
Emma was not. She insisted that I had not been generous enough in my
praise of Dave’s cock. Although I begged and pleaded, I went to bed that
night once again clean shaven.

After two months of tongue baths, massages, and utter devotion to Emma
and with no relief for myself, my cock was super sensitive. It was
constantly erect and threatened to explode at the slightest stimulation –
just putting on my pants was a torture. Arriving home on the appointed
night, I was surprised to find Emma’s car parked in the garage. Fearing
that she must be sick I hustled the kids inside, but found no trace of
her. There was no note, but an envelope was neatly tucked under my pillow
so I went through my normal evening routine. Once the kids were asleep I
stripped and pulled the envelope from under my pillow. Sitting on the bed
I ripped open the flap and discovered two pictures. The first I expected.
It was a close-up of Emma on her knees with most of Dave’s cock stuffed
in her mouth. The second picture was a total surprise. It was a close-up
which showed my wife kneeling and facing the camera. In her right hand
she held Dave’s erect penis and she was licking the head of his cock. In
her left hand she was holding a stiff white penis and was licking its head
at the same time! This new cock was also about eight inches long, but not
as thick as Daves.

The moment I saw this second picture, my cock spurted its load. The
first pulse sent a stream of come splashing against the wall five feet
away! In seconds I was drenched in sperm. Although the relief was
fantastic, I knew that I was in trouble.

I heard the bedroom door open at about 4 a.m. Emma stood at the door
and switched on the light. She had a wry smile on her face and walked to
the bed. Slowly she bent down to kiss me. As our lips touched, she took
my head in her hands and held me tightly to her. I felt her tongue brush
against my lips and I opened my mouth to accept her devilish tongue.
Instead, a mouthful of come fell from her mouth and into mine. I
instantly realized that she had blown her lover (or lovers) just before
coming into the house. Knowing that her sexual act had taken place right
outside the front door and only seconds before seeing me excited me beyond
belief and for the second time that night, my cock erupted without being
touched. Emma laughed at my predicament. “I’ll have to tell Dave how
much you like his come!” she taunted. Then she went into the bathroom and
returned with my razor. Handing it to me she said, “You may come back to
bed when you’re baby smooth again.” As I took the razor and headed for
the shower she called after me, “Be sure you don’t cut off anything
important!” and laughing, crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.

I have had the most exciting year! I have had a fantasy revolving
around female domination, but my wife was never willing to indulge in the
fantasy with me. Then my birthday came. At the end of the day, Emma had
still not given me a present. When I went to get into bed, I found a
brightly wrapped box sitting on my pillow. I opened it to find a photo
album. Inside was a picture of Emma in a lacy white dress. The lighting
was such that her silhouette was visible through her dress.

I was confused though since this was the only picture in the album
although there were several empty pages. Just then Emma came into the
bedroom wearing a very sexy teddy. She wished me “Happy Birthday” and
then kissed me deeply. The kiss led to a leisurely session of foreplay.
Some time later Emma climbed astride me and began to slowly ride my cock.
She asked me if I had enjoyed my present. I told her that I had, but
that I was wondering about the empty pages. Emma then informed me that
there was a second part of the gift. She advised me that she was now
willing to indulge in my female domination fantasy for one year. This
news excited me and the rate of my thrusts increased making my wife’s ride
a bit bumpier. Emma told me that for the next year, I was to act as her
sexual slave. She would decide when, where and how we had sex. She would
determine when I could come. I was never to turn down any sexual demand
of hers - no matter how outrageous. And finally, one night a month, I was
to pick-up and take care of the kids while she went out on the town. I
was not to ask her any questions about her evenings out and on those
nights I would find a package containing additional photos for my album.

Emma then said that if I broke any of her rules at any time, that the
fantasy would immediately end and she would never indulge my fantasy
again. She then asked if I was willing to accept the rest of my present.
I yelled “Yes!” just as I exploded deep in her pussy. “Great” she said,
“Now you can start being my slave and clean up your mess.” With that she
lifted herself from my cock and straddled my face. She had shaved her
pussy a few days before and her slick cunt was wet and sticky from our
combined juices. She rode my tongue and made me lap up my come until she
had had two powerful orgasms.

I spent the next month learning my role as a sex slave. I learned how to
eat pussy for hours on end and I became an expert at massage. Then one
Friday afternoon I received a call from Emma. She told me that I was to
take care of the kids and that she would be home later. She also told me
that I would find an envelope of pictures under my pillow. My cock
swelled in anticipation.

I got the kids fed, bathed and asleep in record time. I crawled into bed
and opened the envelope. Inside was a picture of Emma in the same white
dress that she had on in the first picture. However, in this one she was
kissing a tall black man. His back was to the camera, but I could clearly
see that his hand was inside the top of the dress and cupping her left
breast. The picture was so exciting that despite my mistress’ strict
warning, I began to masturbate and quickly came all over the sheet.

At about 2 a.m. I heard Emma’s car pull into the garage. She came into
the bedroom and when I told her I was awake she turned on the light so I
could watch her undress. She took off her high heels. With her back to
me, she slipped out of her dress to reveal that she was only wearing a
garter belt and stockings! She came over to the side of the bed and
placed a foot on the rail of the waterbed and slowly rolled off her
stockings. First one leg and then the other. This put her pussy only
inches away from me. She had begun to let her pubic hair grow back and it
was now a nice downy patch around her pussy lips. Her pubic hair was wet
and matted and the musky smell of sex permeated the air. There was no
doubt that she had been freshly fucked.

As she undressed she asked how I had enjoyed the picture. I told her
that it was great and then asked who the man was. She whirled around and
slapped me hard across the face. “No questions are allowed” she snarled.
Then she smiled, “I guess you can have one mistake, but don’t make it
again.” She then climbed into bed and immediately straddled my face. I
began to lick her slit and sample the salty taste of another man’s sperm
in her warm pussy. “His name is Dave” she whispered. When she had had
an orgasm my wife rolled off my face and pointed to the wet spot on the
sheet. She asked if I had masturbated and when I sheepishly admitted that
I had, she said “Well, I hope it was good because you won’t have another
orgasm for a month!”

True to her word, one month later I still had not enjoyed an orgasm.
She, however, had a very active month with nightly bouts with one of her
vibrators or my nimble tongue. Again, I received a call at work with my
wife advising me that she was again going out on the town. Once the kids
were in bed I found my promised envelope and quickly opened it. Inside
was a another picture of Emma and Dave. This time she was facing the
camera with Dave standing behind her. Her dress was gone and she was
wearing a matching white bra, garter belt and panties with white
stockings. Her bra was half off and Dave was cupping her breasts,
rolling her nipples between his fingers and nuzzling her neck. From the
expression on her face she was clearly enjoying his attention.

I awoke when Emma kissed me at 3 a.m. She had already stripped and
crawled into bed. The moment I saw her, my cock sprang to attention. She
reached under the covers and felt my rigid cock. She smiled and said, “I
see you were able to control yourself, so I guess you may have a reward
tonight.” She then arranged herself on top of me into a sixty-nine
position. Her pussy was wet and salty and I knew that I was licking
another man’s come from her cunt. Emma said that she would suck me, but
I was not to come in her mouth and was to give her plenty of warning
before I came. Given my month of forced celibacy, I was ready to shoot in
no time. I yelled that I was near and she rolled off me and pushed my
legs up over my head. She then grabbed my cock and began pumping it. I
shot what seemed like gallons of come all over my face. Laughing, Emma
crawled to her side of the bed and went to sleep.