As my apologies multiplied I got more and more scared that she really would
leave me, the only woman I had ever fucked! As if to prove my loyalty to her
I literally crawled out of bed and knelt before her. When she said nothing
at first I was afraid, but when she still said nothing I felt encouraged….
she was listening to me! I tried hard to accurately assess the effect of my
every word on her, stealing glances up at her divine features from my
position at her feet. It was clear she was listening, and was interested.
After a few minutes the acute anger died from her face, to be replaced by
something more akin to contempt and triumph. She had won, and she knew it. A
few more minutes and she was in bed beside me, staring at me, her mood by
now almost contemplative.
By now I was telling her that I knew I had no right to question her
movements. I had to trust my wife, and if she wanted to dance with other
men, well, of course I couldn’t object. If she wanted to let other men hold
her, well, that was OK. If she wanted to socialise with other men in their
rooms, who was I to object?
She smiled. Moira actually smiled again. I was happy. I loved this woman who
could forgive me raising my voice to her. Laying on her back Moira spread
her legs apart and motioned me to put my head between her thighs. I did so,
crawling down into the bed beneath the sheet. Moira took my hair in her
hands and pulled my head up to her feminine mound of light brown hair. Then
she pushed my nose into her labia and held me there. The smell of sex was
overpowering. I breathed in deeply, and my little, shrivelled cock began to
relax and expand again. Moira just held me there. For several minutes she
said nothing, though once satisfied that I had understood that I was not to
move, she let go of my hair and began gently stroking and caressing my head,
and running her exquisitly sharp nails over my bare back.
As the minutes passed my heart rate slowed. I was in heaven. Moira loved me
in her own strange way, and we were finding a way of living together. I
tried to show my appreciation by licking Moira’s already damp labia, but she
tapped me sharply on the head until I stopped. After a few more minutes
though she began talking to me again, and I learned how things were going to
be between us from now on.
“You don’t need to worry about Lars,” she told me firmly. “You’re my
husband and as long as you’re loyal to me, obey me, and look after me, I’ll
stay with you. But you may as well know that I didn’t choose you to marry me
because of your body! I chose you because of your one key quality: loyalty.
I reserve my right to fuck whomsoever I choose. You’ll fuck nobody without
my say-so. I might choose to mate with you ocassionally. Then again I might
not. Either way you’re going to have to learn to control that nasty
masturbating habit of yours. You needn’t think I don’t know all about it!”
Originally posted 2007-12-15 19:20:35. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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