5 comments/ 44508 views/ 8 favorites A Husband's Story of Woe By: amy_lynn It all happened gradually, with several different people, my transformation into the man I am today. It's hard to talk right now. I don't know what to say. My wife wants me to tell her story so she can write it down for others to read. She said I would be closer to the truth than she was. She said I will better understand why I am doing the things I'm doing. I don't know if that's true, or she wants me to relive all the moments leading up to now for her pleasure or my humiliation. At first it was a game with one of my early girlfriends. I was a pretty normal teen. I'd had a few girlfriends and fewer experiences by the time I had dated Debbie. As we dated longer and longer, we found ourselves exploring more and more of our sexuality together. She was beautiful. I found her dark features alluring. Her young body firm, but soft enough in the right places to drive me wild. At first it was a lot of kissing. Our hands would explore each other, finding the sweet spots we each were learning we had. Bursting in each other's hands or mouths. Trying to fulfill a teen lust that could barely be contained. As we dated longer, we started doing more. She had her first sex with me. I remember looking down at her, her face contorted as I gently pressed into her. It was barely my fifth time. It was quick and passionate, our kisses pressed tightly against each other. "That was fun," Debbie smiled when we were lingering in the bed afterwards. "I like it." We had sex a few more times, but there was always the fear in the back of our minds that we could be making a lifelong mistake if we weren't careful. Neither of us were ready for a spouse or kids at eighteen or nineteen. I don't remember if it was here idea or not, but we eventually tried anal. I remember looking down on her, her ass pressed up in the air. She buried her head into a pillow. We really didn't know what we were doing, but I was slow and her lubricant combined with the condom's allowed me to penetrate her. Once inside of her, I got terribly hard. The sight of her pressed into the pillow and having my cock pressed into her ass was magical. I still find myself drifting back to that moment today, getting hard. I pressed into her, pushing her hips to the bed and burying her head into the pillow even deeper. I could feel my cock twitching uncontrollably. I couldn't stand the mad desire and she was probably relieved that I could barely contain my excitement. I came quickly and slid off of her. "That was interesting," she rolled to me, hugging me. "It hurts a little though." She talked about it a lot afterwards. It seemed to open up her mind to other possibilities and she started talking about them. "What about two men," she asked me one time. "Would you share your bed with me and another man?" I was uncomfortable, but said yes, as long as there wasn't anything involved between me and him. She laughed. "That's the point," she smiled. "If you brought a woman into the bed with me, wouldn't you expect me to get involved with her?" I told her that was different. She didn't agree. She started getting more aggressive in bed. She would push me down and make me come without notice. Sometimes covering me with a blanket, she'd rub her hands on my shaft until I exploded, her brother or parents in the same room. It was maddening. I was constantly turned on when I was near her because she'd constantly stimulate my desire. I didn't know it then, but she was relishing the control she had over me. By this time she'd never let me make her come. She'd please me, but I could only please her so far. She said she was afraid she'd pee or something. Though I pressed and tried, she would always stop me. Eventually I accepted, my needs constantly being fulfilled. Then one day she threw me onto her bed and pulled off my pants. "Roll over," she smiled, removing her clothes. "Take off your shirt." I usually didn't question her. She was constantly making me excited, and letting her go about her thing was part of it for me. I pulled off my shirt and rolled to my back. She started rubbing my shoulders the worked her way lower and lower until she reached my bottom. She rubbed it over and over again, stretching it wider and wider with each rub. I'll admit it was sexy, and I was moaning to encourage her. Then I felt her finger slip between my cheeks, she was rubbing my anus. Electricity shot through my body. It felt so dirty but so exciting at the same time. She kept pushing her finger against me, her free hand continuously massaging my cheeks. "I'm going to stick it inside," she squeezed my cheeks. I didn't say anything and tried to relax. Her finger pressed into me and I felt shudders running through my entire body. She pushed it and out and out, spreading me wider and wider. I laid there, my head in the pillow much the same as hers was when the roles were reversed. My body started shivering and shaking, then jerked uncontrollably. She pushed her body onto my back. I could feel the bones in her hips pressed tight against my butt cheeks. She pushed my legs apart and I felt the curls of her pubic hair tickling my anus. My cock shot to attention. Her weight felt so good on my back. I felt her breasts and nipples pressed into me. She reached her hands around and grabbed my hips. She knew my spots, and she rubbed her fingers along the crease between my hips and my pubic bone. I couldn't resist pressing myself up to her, widening my bottom to feel the heat of her against me. Her hands kept massaging my hips, pulling them tight to her. I could feel myself ready to burst, and she could tell. She started pressing her hips back and forth into me, like she was a man taking me from behind. The constant pressure was unbearable, and I felt my cock stiffen and then spill my seed all over the bed. I jerked and shook until the last of my seed spilled into the sheets, her weight heavy upon me. "Did you like that?" she asked, though she knew the answer. She laid there on top of me for a long time that day. I remember the feeling of her weight clearly even now. I felt pinned in, but I also felt as if I had just had the largest sexual release of my life. Once she knew that power she had to give me that kind of explosive orgasms, she of course gave them to me a lot. Always she would finger me and loosen me up, then mount my back and reach around to make me come. She almost didn't want to do anything else when we slept together. She would get behind me and reach her hands through my leg to jack me off while hinting at the other man thing. It would drive me mad, but I almost always came immediately, though I never thought she was serious. I still wonder to this day if she didn't try to train me to come fast for her. We separated after trying a long distance relationship in college. I still fondly look back at that time together, wondering what would have happened to us had we stayed closer. I drifted through girls in my college years. They were mostly much more reserved in bed than Debbie was. As I would play with them I still found myself desiring the constant excitement of my previous partner. I couldn't find the level of satisfaction I desired. Then Lisa came along. Lisa had been dating one of my friends but we hit it off. She exuded sex and it wasn't long before we were deep into a secret relationship. Part of the excitement was just that the relationship was secret. We never talked about not telling anyone, but for some reason neither of us did. We would deny it if someone even hinted at it. We never showed any affection in public. In fact, the relationship was never really talked about at all. It was just something that happened. We'd always be hanging out together, either in a group or just alone. We'd drink a couple of drinks or smoke a little something to get us in the mood to relax and we'd lay and watch television and talk. Sometimes it would be a porn that we would fast forward through the sex scenes to watch the dialogue laughing. One day I fell asleep, or passed out, on the couch and when I awoke, Lisa had her mouth wrapped around my big toe, her tongue sliding around it over and over again. My cock was hard. I had never felt those sensations before. She worked her way across both feet with her mouth never saying a word. When she finished she slowly kissed her way to my, by now, incredibly hard cock. She pulled down my shorts and slipped it into her mouth, sucking me. It was insane. I hadn't been with anyone for a few months and it was evident. I couldn't resist. I rubbed my hands through her hair and gave her a warning that I was about to come. Her head never moved, she lowered herself over me and I felt myself spilling into her mouth over and over again, moaning. We laid together for a while then she quietly gathered her stuff and said good bye. We got together again a couple of days later as we usually did, again just the two of us. She stood in front of me. She was terribly skinny, and to be honest with you, not a woman that I found physically exciting. She had very small breasts and tiny little nipples, barely any weight on her. However, it wasn't her body I was thinking about, and my excitement was evident. She started slowly removing all of her clothes. I remember the look on her face but I still can't place the emotions that were on it. Was she afraid, excited, cold? She finished removing her last piece of clothing and sat on the floor at my feet. She looked up at me and without saying anything, pulled my feet to her mouth and started sucking them. I laid my head back, letting her mouth explore me. After a long session of kissing my feet, she started to remove my clothes and I ended up naked leaning back on the couch. She worked her away across my body, kissing my legs and inner thigh, getting closer and closer to my cock. She reached her hand between my legs and pushed a finger to my ass and I moaned. She as the first person to touch me there since Debbie and my excitement was intense. I saw Lisa smile, sliding her fingers against my ass. My cock twitched uncontrollably. She stood me up and got on her knees behind me. She pulled apart my bottom. I felt her warm breath against my deep places, her face getting nearer and nearer until her tongue was upon me. I jerked. She pushed herself in hard and harder, her hand reaching around emptying me of my juices until I couldn't stand. I collapsed on the couch and again we laid there without talking. Once again, she quietly got her stuff and left. We had a lot more love making sessions, most of them similar. She would always sit at my feet and start there. I wasn't aware of it then, but she was obviously submitting to me. We continued on for a couple of years before she moved on, but by this time it was obvious to me, I liked power games. Part of the reason she moved on was that I met my future wife. She was barely in college when I met her. It took a while for me to realize it but we fell in love. She had tantalizing long black hair and deep brown eyes. At first we were friends. She tried dating a couple of my friends, but the relationships fizzled. Eventually we found each other. Like most marriages, we had a period of courting that culminated in a wedding a couple of years later. By all accounts we were pretty normal. At least she was normal. "What would you want me to do to you most in the whole world?" She said as we both fell onto our honeymoon bed. I considered it for a while. I knew what it was but would she accept it? I felt humiliated even thinking of asking my bride to consider something so deviant. So odd. "I would never leave you if you," I thought about my words carefully. Of course I would never leave her, I couldn't even imagine it. I thought the words would help soften what I wanted to say next. "If you, would spread my legs," I looked down ashamed to finish, "and lick me between my legs, up to my bottom." The silence pressed hard against me. We might have both been drunk, but there was some instant sobering going on. I should have thought of another way to let her know. I was devastated that the drink had loosened my lips so much. "I would never do that," she answered very quickly and succinctly. For a while things were indeed normal. We had sex like rabbits. In the bathroom, in the kitchen, wherever we could find a place for one of us to lie down or hold on. We were newlyweds. Once in a while I'd find myself craving her touch against my ass but I was too shy to say anything. I hoped she'd come to it on her own. On nights where I'd sleep nude, I'd turn my back to her to let her spoon me then press my butt up against her, almost always getting erect. If she noticed, though I don't think she did, she didn't let me know. Once in a while I'd find myself home alone and the desire would over take me. I'd lock our bedroom door and find her vibrator. I'd lay there and gently insert the device, the motion of the motors sending my body towards ecstasy. It would feel like all the tension in my body was released. When I finally pushed the shaft out I would lay there and relax, sometimes touching myself to come and sometimes not. It was my secret. Years went by like this with very little change. I would think about my prior relationships once in a while and they would excite me. I never really acted on it so our sex life, still rather plain, slowed to a reasonable level. The first time I thought about doing something a little different was after we'd been married several years. I heard about the unfortunate passing of Lisa and thoughts of her were constantly popping into my head. The feelings of her wrapped around my toes and lapping at my ass would drive me mad. I would wonder how I could get my wife to cooperate. I put a plan into action. I would do to her what Lisa did to me. Then I could hint about my desire for the same. It was a bold move. Like I said our sex life was pretty plain and there was certainly a good chance that my wife would stop me before I even got started. I waited for the right chance and finally found it one night as she sat in our living room reading a book. I was scared. Silently I walked into the room and stood at her feet. She looked up at me and smiled. I started slowly removing my clothes until the last stitch was removed. It felt funny standing there completely naked. She just looked at me and smiled. I lowered myself to he floor and hesitantly pulled one of her feet to my lips. I felt my body stir, something was exciting me. I pulled her big toe into my mouth and let my tongue gently explore around it. I started to lose myself. I let my tongue explore her entire foot. I didn't know if she was reading her book or relaxing, I didn't bother looking. If I was going to do this, it was going to be just for her. It had to be just for her because I wanted it to be just for me. I shifted to her other foot. I could hear her getting excited, her body responding to me. It was exciting me. I pulled the toes through my mouth, running my tongue between each one. Working across her feet with my wet kisses. I didn't have a foot fetish, but there was something that was sexy about being like that. Sitting on the floor nude at my wife's feet sucking her toes. A feeling that I can only explain as submitting came over me. I started to think about only her pleasure, though I was certainly very excited. I looked past my wife's book and up into her eyes. I could tell by the way her body was shifting that she was interested, but she looked like she was reading her book. My cock shuddered. The thought of me there at her feet nude pleasing her while she read her book was actually exciting me. I pressed my hands to her hips and worked her pants and panties off. I bent down to kiss her ankles and felt a rush of cool air through my slightly spread bottom. If I had ever seen my wife with her pants completely off and her top still on I couldn't remember when. There was something about that look, especially the white work blouse, that really worked for me. I shifted between her legs and slowly kissed the insides of her thighs, working from her knees to her full black bush. I loved eating her, though she never really seemed to get completely off on it. She would always tell me that me being inside of her and the closeness of sex was what she really enjoyed. In a way I knew that going down on her was as much for me as her. I took in her odor, my tongue lapping against her thighs and outer lips, her wiry hair rubbing through my teeth and nose. I worked my tongue between her lips and felt her shudder. She was soaked and my tongue easily slid around her, finding her sweetness exhilarating. I pushed her thighs wider and wider working my tongue all around. I could feel my own excitement surging to my hips, my cock swollen hard. Eating her like this was driving me mad. I reached my hands up to touch her breasts, but her arms were in my way. She was still reading her book. Slowly my hands went back to her hips and I wondered was she really reading? I shifted my hands under her thighs and spread her openings wide for easier access, my tongue burrowed into her hole, she shook. I worked my tongue around and around inside of her before slowly pulling it out. I really didn't want to do what I did next, but I so wanted it done to me that I lifted her ass up a little and let my tongue drift against her anus. My stomach twitch and fluttered as I felt her first clench her entire body then instantly relax, her opening widening. She was so wet my tongue slipped inside. I had done it. I gulped. I explored her for what felt like minutes, my tongue entering and exiting her, sliding up and down the tight crevice. She was moaning and panting, but the book never left her hands. I kept exploring finally pulling up and finding her clit, I licked it. Her response was immediate. I felt the familiar change of her juices as she sprayed them upon my face. She was coming. Her thighs twitched and jerked, her hips pressing against my face. I pulled her in and out of my mouth, then pressed my tongue flat against her. Finally I felt the touch of her hand in my hair, pulling me tight to her body. She held me there for a while, while her body finished its joy. I could smell her all over my face and taste her deep in my throat and my own excitement was refusing to abate, shifting uncontrollably between my legs. "Shouldn't you put my pants back on?" she looked down at my and smiled. I grabbed her pants and sat on the floor by her feet while she read the book wondering what she was going to do with me. She didn't do anything, just let me sit there. Occasionally she rubbed my head and said that I had made her feel good. "What did you think?" I asked her the next day. She hadn't said anything about the night before. I had stayed with her like that for over an hour, nude at her feet. I touched her feet and rubbed her thighs before finally quietly gathering my things and going to the bedroom. She came in later and lay behind me. I was still naked and as I would usually do, I pressed into her spoon. My cock shuddered as she wrapped her arm around my chest and pulled me tight. We fell asleep like that. "It was nice," she smiled, "I liked it a lot. Why did you do it?" I gave her a sham answer about how I wanted to please her, to spice up our sex life a little. "It seemed to please you," she looked at me, "last night you woke me up when you were humping the mattress and pressing your butt against my hips." A wave of shame crossed my face as the disjointed memory flooded back into my mind. I couldn't remember the dream only the cold wet sensations of the come flooding out of me, my wife's warm body pressed to my ass. I hadn't come at night like that since I could remember. A Husband's Story of Woe "I'm sorry," I looked away embarrassed. "Don't be, it was sexy," she smiled. "Everything was sexy." I bit my lip, it was now or never, though it hadn't even dawned on me that never was an option. "Would you," I smiled at her, "do that for me?" "No," she shook her head quickly. I pressed her as to why not and she kept saying she wouldn't feel right. She was brought up that women were men's equals and that flew in the face of it. It wouldn't turn her on at all, no matter how much it turned me on she professed. "You now how you think it would be hot to see me with another girl," she held my hand, "but you wouldn't consider being with another man? That's kind of how this feels to me." There it was. Never was an option. I could tell she meant it too. For a while we went about our lives as normal. Then the economy went bad and I had the unfortunate circumstance of being laid off. I stayed home for a while to take care of things around the house. Jobs were scarce, and as time went by it was obvious that I wasn't going to find anything quick. I took solace in my hobby, cooking. I would make fancy dinners, great bread, or comfort food depending on the day. It started feeling good. The house was cleaner, my wife had gotten a promotion so money wasn't that tight. I was more or less a happy kept man. "I want to tell you something," she was laying in bed spooning me, my naked body pressed tight against her. "I came that night." I knew what she meant. She meant the night I went down on her, gave myself to her. I felt my bottom press into her. I didn't understand what she was saying. Did she want me to do it again? What did she mean she came that night? Of course she did, all over me. I tasted it for a couple of days afterwards. "I know," I pulled her arm close to my bare chest. "No, I came that night after," she reached her hand down to my cock and started to stroke me. "I must have been excited too, because when you came and your ass was pressed against me, I came." I felt my cock shudder in her hands and the first bit of sex slipping out of me. She felt so good, her breasts tight against my back, so tight I could feel her hard nipples. I felt her hips pressing towards me. She pushed me over onto my belly and slid on top of me like Debbie had done so long ago. The memories flooded back to me. She reached under me searching for my cock. I felt the first shudder of excitement pumping from my loins and into the sheets below. She had mounted me and was thrusting her hips into my ass cheeks. I spread my legs wider, I couldn't hold back, my cock pumping incessantly. She kept riding me, I could fell her body shaking and shuddering. She pulled my hips up to her and tried to rub her sex all over me finally releasing in a series of loud moans, her wetness dripping to my ass and beyond. She collapsed on top of me exhausted. I couldn't move, the cold feeling of my love all over my belly. I was shocked and embarrassed. "That," she panted as she kissed my back, "was amazing." She started asking me to "do that one thing again, with my toes" until I agreed. I felt a little funny doing it again, since it had obviously backfired. Any fear I had was quickly taken over by the joy of the feeling of submission. That's right. All the power exchanged before I was playing with my wife were very passive on my part. I simply went along with the woman but didn't really press any particular way. I let her guide me. While I was still letting my wife guide me, I was actually letting her guide my actions. At first it was exhilarating. As I undressed that second time I was unable to contain my sexual excitement, my cock jerking in front of her. Again she sat there reading, and again I pleasured her until she had to hold on. Then she'd let me sit at her feet and caress her before I finally left. It became something I started doing a lot, each time it felt a little less exciting, but still felt good none the less. "Have you ever," she squeezed my bottom as way lay in bed another evening, "you know, put something in there?" "No," I shuddered, ashamed that I was lying but more ashamed if she had found out the truth. "Are you sure?" she pressed, squeezing me tighter. "I think you have and you don't want to tell me." I sat there quietly. She kept squeezing me and the sensation was, as usual, very erotic. She slid her hands between my legs. I felt my stomach quiver. She had asked me why I would shake uncontrollably as she slid her hand down from my ass to my balls. I tried to answer, the best response I could come up with was that it made me feel extremely vulnerable. I felt like it was a place that only I should touch. To her that must have sounded like an invitation to touch me there. She would do it when she wanted me to talk about something that I was uncomfortable with. And she would make me explode, her hand reaching through my legs massaging my cock until I sprayed myself to exhaustion. I had no idea really, why it turned me on so much. I still don't. The feeling is overwhelming and I can barely think when someone is there. Now she was using it to get the answer she wanted from me, I don't know if she wanted the truth but she knew I'd prefer to come another way. She knew I'd want her to stop. "Alright," I moaned barely in control. "I have, okay?" So I came clean. I told her about Debbie and Lisa, without the gory power details I felt she didn't need to know. How I explored my anal fantasies and how they would sometimes haunt me. "You ever do a man?" she looked at me to see if I was telling the truth. "No," the answer was definite and immediate. "I am not turned on at all by men." "Can I," she smiled and bit her lip, "you know, put something there?" She reached around and squeezed me. I could feel my cock harden against her belly. Any answer other than yes wouldn't have been accepted, and I knew that. I was okay with it. My secret was out, and quite frankly, if she wouldn't kiss me there, this sounded like one of the biggest turn ons I could think of. "Sure honey," I kissed her, "someday." Turned out someday was right then. She reached into her night stand and produced a pretty pink gel vibrator and a pair of condoms. "I wondered why I was always running out of batteries and condoms," she pushed me onto my belly and positioned herself between my legs. I could feel the cool of the lubricant as she pressed the vibrator against me, not turning it on. She slid it up and down through my cheeks. I was tormented each time it slid against my opening, wanting it inside of me so bad. Finally, she started pushing against me, opening me up to slowly slide it inside. I let out a huge groan of pleasure and pain as I felt her push the shaft in as deep as I could take it. She twisted the control and knob and instantly my body began to shake. The whirring motors sending my body into convulsive ecstasy. The feeling was incredible. The combination of the familiar massage of the vibrator combined with her hands sliding underneath me, through my legs against my shaft, sent my body lurching against her. She let her hands drift all the way to the end of my shaft, and gripped me tight. I could feel my cock pulsing. It wasn't going to stop. She pressed her hips to mine, using them to hold the vibrator within me. She leaned me onto the bed. I felt like my orgasm would never subside. Her weight pressing the vibrator hard against me, my whole body shook and shivered. When I felt like I could take it no longer she gently rolled off me and turned the vibrator off. She started rubbing my back and bottom. Slowly the shaft began to work it's way from my ass. It was agonizingly slow. I wanted to reach back and pull it out but she was holding me down. She put her hand between my legs. Finally I felt my body shudder and push it all the way from me. I felt both incredible and incredibly embarrassed at how incredible I felt. She enjoyed it a lot. She'd do it once every week or two. Either she'd come against me or roll over afterwards and have me or the vibrator. It didn't seem to get old at all, to her or me. It was an incredible release, one that left me feeling relaxed for days afterwards. "Your birthday is coming up," she told me over dinner. "What's your biggest fantasy? One that hasn't come true yet." I was silent. I didn't even know. I tended to fantasize about things that had happened. I thought hard and could only come up with one thing. "Two watch two women," I said not really convinced that it was a fantasy of mine, "maybe join in I guess?" "Really?" she looked at me, "that's your biggest fantasy?" I told her I couldn't think of anything else. She started listing off things, sex in different places or different ways. Sex with different people. I honestly didn't think any of them would be as exciting. It was a cliché fantasy, but it certainly sounded incredibly hot. "I don't think I could do that," she kept on eating. "I don't know that it could work for me." She left it at that and I didn't think about it. My birthday was actually three months away so it didn't seem to make sense to ask anyway. Besides, she had created such erotic tension in the house that I could barely keep my mind on anything but the bulge between my legs and the pain of not coming often enough. "I'd like you to wear these today," she smiled handing me a pair of perfume scented panties. "For your birthday, so when I think about while I'm at work I'll get really hot." I had worn panties before. Her panties, when I was alone and playing with the vibrator, but I certainly hadn't worn them all day, and not on my birthday. I looked at them. They looked tight and had barely any fabric for the rear. I could smell the strong scent of perfume. I touched them tentatively. "You want me to wear these?" I looked at her. "I have to go shopping. I was supposed to go to lunch with friends." "They won't know," she bit her lip. "Just me. That just makes it more exciting." I caved in and she watched intently as I switched from my boxer briefs and into the silky panties. They felt tight against me. "And I'd like you to shave, you know," she nodded down and winked, "down there." I knew. She had hinted at it for a while. I used to ask her, but I had given up years ago never making any headway. I nodded my understanding. I didn't mind, I would occasionally trim up when I felt it was unruly anyway. She went to work and I hit the showers. I shaved and shaved, constantly replacing the shaving gel. I couldn't resist using her peach scented option. I pressed the razor across my entire body, from my knees to my neck. Something about the thought of wearing panties and shaving with her gel was enticing. Making me hard with desire. I was getting into it. I spent the day exactly as planned. Constantly the smell of the perfume or the peach scent of the shaving gel reminding me of my predicament. It turned me on more and more until I was unable to hide my erection in my pants. I sat through my lunch squirming and shifting, trying to keep the bulge from pressing hard against me. The thought of any of the people I was eating with knowing my secret was unbearably erotic and humiliating at the same time. I couldn't help but be turned on, but I was ashamed someone might find out. When I got home I couldn't stop touching myself. I kept feeling the smooth skin, reaching my hands into my pants to touch the soft balls. I kept adjusting myself in my pants, trying to keep my shaft within the confines of the panties and not have it pressed hard against the elastic. I felt ready to burst with every step. I didn't know what she had planned for me, but I was sure I was going to like whatever it was. I felt like I had no choice. "I know it's your birthday, but I bought take-out," she came home early. I could barely contain my lust. I wanted her then and there anyway she wanted. She didn't want me then of course, she wanted dinner. We sat through a very light meal. I wouldn't have wanted to eat much anyway and I was sure she felt the same. I could barely contain my excitement. I wanted her. "Now," she finished her meal and looked at me, "I want us to go to the other room and we do, you know, you're thing. I want you to give in to me. I need you to excite me for what I'm gong to do for you." She smiled and looked into my eyes. I felt a slight fear welling inside of me. What was she going to do? I didn't dare ask, the thought of not knowing making my lust grow until I could have burst without help. We went to the living room and she sat on the couch. Slowly I undressed, my cock jerking with each piece of clothing I dropped to the floor. I started to pull down my panties but she shook her head no. I smiled. I bent down to her feet and started sucking her toes. I could feel my cock stiff against the silky fabric of the panties, pressing me deeper into desire. "I want you to do something," she whispered. "I want you to say you'll do anything I want tonight." I was afraid of what she meant. Anything she wanted? What was there I wouldn't do? Why was she making me agree? I let my tongue drift around her, unable to answer. "Honey," she continued, "I promise that I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. I want to please you on your birthday you've been so good to me lately. I'm going to give you a pleasure that I know you want." The words "please me" sent shivers down my spine. Was the power shifting a little? Was she giving in to my desires? She knew what I wanted most, yet she had never said she would do it. Just the thought of her mouth between my cheeks sent me nearer to orgasm. "Yes," I hesitantly nodded and tried to gulp down the lump in my throat. She lead me to the bedroom. "I'm going to tie you to the foot of the bed and the dresser," she positioned me. She found some old ties of mine. Why I had ties I never really knew. I wore them at funerals and weddings mostly. Wrapping a tie tight around my left wrist, she yanked it down to the bed post, then bent for my foot. By the time she was done I was unable to move, each of my limbs firm against their anchor. "I'm going to go get ready," she patted my butt. "I might be an hour." She turned off the light and left the room. What had I done? I wondered about what was happening as I stood there in the dark. Nothing I had done seemed like it should have lead to this, but it had. What happened to the shy virgin I had married? Did I just marry her too early to know who she was? Did I help do this in some way? Was it my fault? It was sort of my fault I thought. I had to take the blame. I kept going along with it. I was the one who let her know how much it excited me. But that was the stuff we had been doing before. Where I gave her pleasure without looking for any in return. Like Lisa or Debbie had. Forgoing their pleasure to give me mine. My wife, it felt like, wanted both to please me and for me to please her. This was different, this was constantly evolving. My upper body weight was mostly wresting on my arms, like I was doing a perpetual push up. I wanted to lie down, to rest, but I couldn't. The agony of standing there and the daunting thoughts of what she was going to do to me wrestled for my attention. I felt my cock wax and wane and finally, near exhaustion, there were voices in the hall. Voices. She wouldn't bring a man. I knew that. She had asked me to set the rules and we wrote them down. I had one, she was never to touch another man. Not with me there, not without me there. Never. She quickly agreed. It made what I was doing okay. I knew she wouldn't cheat on me. I thought about what had brought me here. I knew a lot of it was feeling insecure about not having a job. If she wanted to please me this way, I thought, why should I resist. I didn't have anywhere to go and it was certainly something I was enjoying. My cock pressed tight against the silk, and some of it, I thought, was pushed upon me while I was oblivious. I wasn't prepared for what happened next. "He's at the foot of the bed," my wife gently cooed to someone in the hallway, "why don't you climb in and I'll turn the light on." Someone was with her. I gulped. Someone was going to see me like this. Tied to the bed, wearing panties. I felt ashamed but my cock stiffened at the same time. I prayed I didn't know the person. I heard the rustle of someone getting onto the bed in front of me. I could smell sex all over. Suddenly I was blinded by bright lights, quickly I closed my eyes trying to adjust to the brightness. I blinked over and over again until I could finally see. What I saw made my stomach drop to the floor. I felt all sick, humiliated and on the brink of sexual explosion at the same time. Sandy. Sandy was what my wife was not. She was younger than my wife. She was smaller than my wife. She was blond, had blue eyes, a tight small butt. We had worked together, the three of us before I had gotten a laid off. She was one of the friends I met lunch earlier that day. I felt my first memorable adult tears in my eyes. In one fell swoop my wife had done so many things to change our relationship. She made me feel small all day, wearing panties. She had said I would feel more like the stay at home spouse but it was different than that. It felt demeaning, and I was ashamed that being demeaned was turning me on. Then there was Sandy. My wife knew from the moment the three of us met that I had a crush on her. That I wanted to protect her. If I were to pick on person to cheat on her with, it would have been Sandy. She asked me several times if I thought she was attractive, full well knowing the answer. "I don't," was always her response to whatever I said. "I think she's kind of plain." It was jealousy and I knew it. Sometimes I'd foster it. We all spent a lot of time together. At first we just bonded, all of us hanging out with each other. However, she could see me flirting and having fun. I never once thought about consummating a relationship with her. I was married. I was loyal, I assured her. I did fantasize about it though and I am not ashamed to admit it. Now she was in front of me, in just her panties on my bed, with my wife. I was standing with a ladies blue thong wedged between my cheeks in front of a woman who, if I wasn't married, I would have tried harder to get into bed with. Any chances of that now seemed to have vanished. "He is wearing panties," Sandy pressed her cheek against my wife's. "And he doesn't have any body hair. You weren't lying." They had talked about it? When? Before the two of them had lunch earlier in the day? She said no one would know. It killed me. Did Sandy tell anyone? She was just conniving enough to do that. It was certainly not outside of her character. I looked into my wife's eyes. I didn't have anything to say but I tried to find words but I could find only soft sobs. My cock never stopped aching. She began to speak. "Remember a couple of months ago when I asked what your biggest fantasy was?" she looked at me with a surprisingly loving look. "I thought you would answer Sandy. At least me and Sandy." Her words shocked me. Of course she had hints of my infatuation with Sandy, but I never once let on that I would cheat on her. Only longingly in the back of my mind had the thought occurred to me. "So I talked to her," I watched her hands slowly inching towards Sandy's hips. How could she do this to me. Someone she knew I wanted. Someone she knew I actually loved without any sex involved. Someone I cared for. My cock twitched. I was beholden to the day, not the moment. She had driven me wild enough that I could not resist being turned on, though at that moment I wanted to be as far away as I could, curled in a ball. A Husband's Story of Woe "I told her I wasn't jealous of her anymore" they started kissing in front of him. "and that I had an idea." They started touching. I wanted to fall forward but I feared I would have broken my arms. I wanted to crawl to them, to be with them. My wife couldn't do this to me. I wanted them to be with me, not in front of me. I said I wanted to watch, but not these two women. I loved them both too much. Again I felt tears come to my eyes. My cock though, it was still pressed tight against the panties silkiness, my cold wet juice pressing its tip. "We kissed that night," Sandy interrupted. "For hours. We couldn't stop." I felt my cock go berserk. I wanted it to explode. More than that, I wanted this to end. I couldn't hear what I was hearing and not want to get away. My wife had cheated on me with one of our best friends. I pushed hard against my ties and tried to loosen them. I wasn't going to watch this. I felt used and closer to ending at least this if not our relationship than I ever had before. The thought of the two of them together was burning my mind. My wife knew what she was doing. She had done the one thing that most possibly could torment me the most. She'd taken a fantasy of mine and warped into a way to humiliate and belittle me. I looked for courage. Any courage to stop what was happening. I stared at the two of them. There hands started exploring each other's body. I felt torn thoughts drifting through my head. Love, lust, hate, humiliation all echoed inside of me. I could barely hold myself up the weight of my thoughts such a burden. "Honey," I looked at the floor. "I want this to stop now. Untie me." "You're in no position to argue," she smiled and shook her head no. It shocked me. As far as I was concerned if she didn't untie me right then and there that there must be some sort of law. But was I willing? Most of me really just wanted to get next to them. She giggled and started to take off her panties, then reached for Sandy's. My wife had trimmed, a lot. I wondered if she did it for my birthday or for Sandy. My stomach knotted up, I was jealous. I felt my cock twitching. Despite my feelings of hurt, the sight of them, naked in front of me was beginning to bring my lust to the fore. I kept protesting, doing everything I could to get free. I pressed harder and harder, but the ties only felt tighter. Then there was the sight of Sandy. Her bare shaven lips spread before me. Pink and glistening. My protests slowed. I could almost taste her in my my mouth, against my tongue. I wanted to taste her so bad. I wanted to be with her. My wife worked her way to the end of the bed, her face directly in front of mine. She stuffed her panties into a ball and arranged the slender part so it faced my tongue. "Honey," she pushed them deep into my mouth, "be quiet. And let's take these off." She ripped the panties from my side dropped them to the floor and then positioned Sandy's pair over my head. My eyes staring through either leg hole. All I could smell or taste was the two women in front of me. Their smell permeated my being. I don't know if it's true, but I swear I felt my whole body relax and my anger subside as the odor filled me and I looked on. I couldn't resist the sight in front of my eyes and I quickly felt lust exploding through me. First they kissed. They kissed for what seemed like forever. I watched the clock and then them, I couldn't take it. My cock, unable to rub against anything simply throbbed and pulsed. I couldn't let my seed free. My balls ached watching their entwined bodies. Their breasts pressed together tight in a picture I still cannot forget. It was forty minutes before I saw their hands venture further than each others breasts. Finally Sandy had put her hands on my wife's ass. I let out heavy pants as I watched her pull her cheeks apart and then let them slide back together. I was in agony. I couldn't think of anything but something or someone touching my throbbing cock. My arms burned holding up my weight, to the extent that I was shifting left and right to keep only one arm active at a time. How I wanted to be free. With them. They continued and after an hour more, I saw my wife slip her head between Sandy's legs. I shuddered and let out several loud moans. I thought I was coming. My entire body started to shake and I felt goosebumps all over me. Every hair on my body was on end. I pulled on my ties, shifting the solid oak dresser towards the bed. "Whoa boy," Sandy smiled, "you wanted to watch." The words were appropriate. I felt like a stallion that need to mount his mare. I couldn't resist any thought of not being free, not finding one of their holes and exploding inside of it. I couldn't think of anything else. I worked and worked against the ties. My fingers constantly trying to untie them. Sandy came in front of me. I saw her reaction as my wife burrowed into her. How could she be doing this to me. She hated Sandy. She had said so many times, though she never seemed to show it. She had always been friendly. Maybe it was only the jealousy. As Sandy's ecstasy subsided I watched as my wife unbearably slowly inched her hips up Sandy's body. Her ass cheeks in my plain view, I watched as she spread her legs wide and slipped her moist love over Sandy's face, letting out a loud moan. I felt my cock spring to attention. The sight of my wife, her clean shaven pussy, getting eaten had often crossed my mind in fantasy. The thought of her being eaten by Sandy had not. It was a thought too dangerous to have considered. My lust welled inside of me so high I could feel it in my throat. I needed to be free. I needed them. I yanked on my arms and legs with as much strength as I could muster. My wife shuddered violently and grabbed Sandy's hair. I knew what was happening, she was filling Sandy with her light juices. I was mesmerized. I couldn't look away. She jerked and pulsed on Sandy's face, something I had dreamed of doing so many times, until she had nothing left to give. They had made love for over two hours. I had been tied up for almost four, but my cock still throbbed with mad desire. "So you said," Sandy held my wife close to her, "If I slide my hand between his legs and grip his cock." She paused. I felt sick. I knew what was going to happen next. I knew what she was going to say before she could slowly spit it out. I knew that I had no choice but to feel humiliated when I came. Humiliated by a woman I loved and desired. At the same time the thought of her hands touching me for the first time sent butterflies through my stomach. The thought of what it felt like to have her touch me was the only thing I could think of. How her hands would feel. Nothing else was important. "He comes like a ten year old," my wife finished her sentence. I felt my cock jerking in anticipation. As much as I wanted to feel it lose the seed that was causing me to ache I hated the degrading feeling of coming like this. Coming with a hand between my legs. I felt Sandy's cool hand slip between my cheeks. "Make sure you touch his asshole," my wife said encouragingly touching herself in front of me. She did. My body convulsed. I knew that the slightest touch against my cock was going to send me beyond control. I felt her cool fingers drifting too slowly towards my cock. "My god his balls are so soft," her hands cupped my heavy sack. How it ached. All day pressed into the panties producing seed because of my lustful thoughts. She lingered there gently lifting and rubbing me. The want of her to touch my cock sent every nerve in my body on alert. My body went rigid. She slid her index finger to the tip of my shaft and incredibly slowly pulled it straight back, letting it finish by gently pushing into my anus, and then wrapped me in her soft hand. She gave two or three gentle squeezes. My juices were too near not to be motivated to escape. She let my throbbing cock go. The minute her fingers brushed me I convulsed. The bed and dresser shook violently as my seed shot hard out of me. I begged her to put her hand back on my cock but she kept avoiding it. Touching anything but the thing I wanted most. She rubbed her hands over my ass, holding my balls as I my load shot forth. I watched my wife as I suffered. I felt pangs of ecstasy. I had sobs of both pleasure and humiliation. The shuddering not ending for over ten minutes. It was the single longest most intense orgasm I have ever had. To this day, nothing can compare. I felt the ties loosen and I let my body collapse. I didn't have any strength left. I was beaten down physically, emotionally and mentally. I fell onto the bed their warmth surrounding me. I was angry but I was too tired to be mad. I held both of them in either arm while Sandy gently rubbed a warm cloth around my loins to clean me of my sex. We rested and talked. They explained to me what happened. How my wife went to her house after work and drank two bottles of wine before she could tell Sandy what she was thinking of doing. "I didn't know what came over me," Sandy rubbed her hands over my bare chest. "I kissed her right then and there." My wife explained, in excruciating detail, what happened that night. From their loving embraces to their eventual climax and then her return home. "You said I smelled like sex," she held me closer to her large warm breasts, her heart beating wildly in my ear. "I told you I had played with myself and rubbed it all over for you. You said it was hot and I felt so guilty, but it was an incredible turn on to think of you kissing Sandy's love off of me." She explained that both of them couldn't resist each other and how they both would say no, but found themselves drifting together regardless. "I wanted to tell you," I could feel my wife start to cry, "but I was so scared that you would leave me." I felt her hug me reassuringly. Who she wanted to reassure I didn't know. Did she know how close I was to waking up in the morning calling a divorce lawyer? Still, the softness of her breasts, the way she held me to them that night, was comforting, even then. Her crying started to reel me in. She loved me. "I couldn't live without you," she pulled me tighter, my mouth tantalizingly close to her nipple at the wrong time. I lay there in thought, her seductive skin softening the blow of the evening. I felt content to deal with the problems in the morning. Besides what was I going to say to the lawyer? My wife tied me up to the foot of the bed and made love to a woman I have fantasized making love with for the last five years. Then she allowed that woman to bring me to the single most wonderful orgasm I have ever felt in my life while I watched my wife naked on the bed playing with herself. The feel of her breasts was terribly seductive. She has very large beautiful breasts and I loved to feel them, pull the nipples to my mouth. She, however, felt self-conscious of them. She'd get annoyed when I played with them for more than a moment during love making. She even had called off my advances several times when she felt over fondled. I learned to treasure the moments she held me near them and only enter by invitation. After what had happened, and how close they were to me, I felt invited. I needed the comfort of pulling her nipple into my mouth and feeling her breast warm against my face. I gently kissed her breast and slowly found her prize. It was a feeling I have no way to describe, the way I felt right then. I couldn't remember the last time I felt like I could have my wife's breast and not be constantly aware of the way she felt about it. She held my head to her and rubbed her fingers through my hair. I don't know what came over me, but I started to cry again which only made her hold me to her breast tighter. I felt Sandy gently sliding behind me. I had nearly forgotten she was there, rubbing my back. The feeling of her hips pressed against my buttocks and her small hard nipples against my back slowly eased my tears. I felt my loins stir. Even though I had spent all my energy and was left barely able to hold my wife's breast, lust was filling me. "I feel bad," Sandy whispered in my ear, "about the way I made you come." I wanted to answer but my wife was pulling my head so hard against her that I couldn't get free. I didn't want to get free but I did want to give her credit. I tried to shake my had no but it wouldn't move. Sandy started gently kissing my back slowly getting lower and lower. I felt her breasts against my butt, spreading it apart ever so gently, her mouth kissing the small of my back. I got harder than I imagined I could at that moment. I wanted her tongue against my ass so bad I pushed myself higher and higher towards her. She gently grabbed my hips and rolled me to my back. "So now I'm going to make up for it," she smiled and looked up my body at me. My mouth was still latched against my wife's breast. I couldn't imagine what she thought seeing this same sight. To this day I wonder what her emotions could have been. What she was feeling as Sandy gently started to rub me and kissed the skin all around my once again hard cock. I felt her breasts pressing against my thighs as she slowly pulled herself towards my cock. Her mouth was so gentle, kissing the shaft the most intense tiny little kisses I have ever felt. I felt my wife shifting my head, now pressing me to her other breast. I couldn't stop watching. My wife hadn't blown me in so long. Usually I would close my eyes when I was getting a blow job and let the feeling just come welling up inside of me. Not this time. I drank the entire moment in with my eyes, the feeling in my mouth, the feeling in my loins. She pulled my cock into her mouth and all I saw was her beautiful blond hair. I felt it brushing my skin, skin that had been covered with hair the day before but was now bare. I wanted to touch her hair, but I felt awkward with my wife there. I left my hands holding her breast to my mouth, and suckled as I was suckled. I gulped. I felt my manhood swelling beyond the point where I had control. I tried to pull my mouth off of the breast to warn her, but I couldn't. I couldn't get free. I pulled my wife's nipple deep into my mouth and held it there as the first explosion of what little come I had left shuddered into Sandy's mouth. I felt fear and embarrassment. I didn't want to come in her mouth without telling her. As much as I had expended what I thought was all my energy during my last orgasm, this one felt nearly as intense. Sandy pulled my cock in and out of her mouth until it had shrunk so small it was barely visible against my balls. Finally my wife's grip relaxed and I pulled in several deep breaths. "I'm sorry," I muttered ashamed, "I didn't mean to come like that. I wanted to tell you." I kept my back turned to Sandy. I was afraid to look at her. "Happy Birthday sweetie," I felt Sandy's warm arms encircle me pulling me tight. "I wanted you to do that." I had been swallowed before, but not like that. Not with a breast comforting me in my mouth, relaxing the sexual tension and making me slower to explode. Not with the gently softness that Sandy provided, the gentle sucking. Her pulling the energy from me as much or more as I was giving it up. It makes me hard thinking about it now. We fell asleep with me sandwiched between them. My hands exploring my wife's breasts, I could feel Sandy's soft hair resting on my back. We didn't move all night. At least I was too exhausted to move. We went out to breakfast at a diner the next day and Sandy politely excused herself to run her weekends worth of errands. As much as the breakfast was awkward, being along with my wife about to have a discussion about the previous night was much worse. We did what most couples would have done. We avoided it. "I want to," I held her hand, "just have some normal nights. No crazy stuff, just me and you." I was tired of the games. As sexy as the previous night was it was doubly horrifying. She had brought someone into our secret game. Even though it was someone I wanted, it was too much for me to bear. I couldn't imagine anyone else knowing what I was doing. What I allowed her to do. We tried to have a date night a few days later. We went to dinner and movie and came home. She had gotten all made up for me. A new haircut, new clothes, a sexy set of underwear. When we got home she was hot as ever, pawing me on the way to the couch. I felt like a man again. She stood in front of me slowly relieving herself of her outer clothes, revealing a beautiful lacy set of black underwear. I felt myself stir slightly. She was sexy. All the things that we had done felt distant looking at her like that. She turned on the television and picked a porn that she knew I would probably enjoy. Two women playfully tickled each other on the screen. I felt her head descend to my hips. Slowly she unbuttoned my pants. My cock was free. I let my mind drift through any thoughts I could think of as being sexy but my cock wasn't cooperating. Her sucking slowed then stopped. "Did you drink too much?" she looked up at me. "What's wrong am I not exciting?" I don't know if it was performance anxiety. I felt stirring inside of me, but I couldn't get hard. She was sexy I assured her, it was me. After trying everything we could she finally climbed up on top of me. I looked up at her beautiful body, her pussy open and so close to my eyes. I pulled my mouth up and started to explore her silky wetness. I pulled her into my mouth and thought about Sandy doing the same thing. My stomach fluttered. I felt ashamed tried to use the embarrassment of my wife cheating on my with another woman to get turned. My cock stiffened in my hand for a moment then quickly waned. It wasn't working. She came on my face that night. Not at all what either of us had anticipated. Several more times we tried to be normal, but the only way I was able to come was with her behind me. While each exploding orgasm would rock me to exhaustion, it wasn't what we wanted. It wasn't what she wanted. For all of the game playing we had fallen into, she let me know she needed me that way again. She told me how she missed me on top of her, pushing her to the bed. She wanted me to take her all night long and the next morning. I couldn't perform. I talked to the doctor about something to help. She told me to try to focus on what was working but offered a prescription. I tried both things, but what was turning me on wasn't a good thing to focus on if my wife wanted me inside of her. I tried the pill, but it made me uncomfortably hard and unable to climax at all. We fell back into our deviant pattern, this time only a little worse. My wife was still seeing Sandy, though I didn't know for sure. Hints of it here and there were around. She didn't talk about it. Except for my birthday I would never have known. The thought of her with Sandy in bed was enough to keep me perpetually excited. Even if their affair had stopped it was still filling my head with fantasy. I started wearing panties a lot more, at my wife's wishes. She told me that it made her stronger at work, and made her feel better. I don't know if it was in exchange, but she started wanting me to suck on her breasts, to hold my head against her. Something about what we were doing was starting to fulfill me in a way I cannot explain. "I want you," she whispered in my ear while rubbing me back in my old bed at my parents house. It was Christmas eve and the whole family was there. She couldn't be serious. I felt her hands rubbing my ass. She was serious. I could feel my body tense. What was she thinking? I couldn't get caught. It was bad enough that a close friend found out, but if my family did, I would die. I shook my head no. A Husband's Story of Woe She kept rubbing me for a while and then slid down into an air mat on the floor. I started to doze off. I snapped back to as she silently slid behind me. She wasn't done. I felt something cold between my cheeks. She couldn't put a vibrator in there, she knew it would make me moan. I looked at the headboard. My sister was in the next room. I couldn't stand it. I was scared. I felt her searching with the cool rod to find my opening. I tried to hold tight, but the lube was overpoweringly slippery, allowing her to eventually press in. I had to relax or I was going to be in pain. I bit my lip and grabbed the corners of the bed. She was in me deeper than she had ever gone before. I realized she was wearing a strap on this time, not just her vibrator was in me. She grabbed my hips and thrust over and over again until I felt my body shuddering and writhing wildly against the sheets. The headboard smacking the wall gently with each of her thrusts. I felt my own cock stiffening her constant thrusting rubbing it hard against the mattress. I started to panic, how could I explain the sheets if I let loose on them. I tried to move, but her body pressed me tight. I felt the warm juice start to flow from me, soaking deep into the sheets. She pushed a long time after that. Reaching around and rubbing my chest or pulling my hips up to hers. She filled me over and over again until I felt her body arc, shudder violently and then collapse on top of me. She let the shaft linger in my ass for a while, her weight tight against my back. I prayed that no one had heard us. "Merry Christmas," she whispered. She let out a sigh and slowly pulled off from on top of me, leaving me to sleep on my childhood bed an all too familiar large spot of come at my waist. I lay there collecting my thoughts. Every thing she did was just a little bit more than before I thought. She's inching me towards madness and I'm gladly letting her. I tried to gather myself. To make a plan on how to free myself from her binds, but I couldn't. The releases were just too powerful to let go. I knew if I left her and found someone else I would only long to have her back. I had gone through it before. "We heard you last night," my sister and her husband said over dinner, "it sounded like you had a good time." I looked away embarrassed. They heard us. How much did they hear? We stopped trying for regular sex in the following weeks. I was obviously not able to keep it up long enough that way for her. Once in a while she'd start me and then crawl beneath me, but I never lasted long. I don't know if in a way she trained me to come only on way, but I felt that was my only option. I felt more humiliated each time. She'd make me ask her to do it, almost beg her. My balls would ache from a need to be released before she'd let me. "Tonight is valentine's day," my wife held me tight before leaving for work, "and I know something that you really want." The entire day was spent wondering what she meant. Her way of hinting to me at something happening but not even giving me a hint at what it was drove me mad with desire. My thoughts flickered through any number of things she could be thinking. When she finally got home I was on the edge of explosion. She brought me to the bedroom and told me to get onto the bed on my belly. She pulled out a rolling exercise pin she had used when she pulled her hamstring and slipped it underneath my belly, pulling my cock so it was straight down between my legs. I felt a flush of excitement coming over the fear as she tied my arms and legs to the bedposts. I felt helpless when she tied me up. What was she going to do? My body shivered in anticipation. She put a blindfold over my eyes and complete darkness enveloped me. I could hear her movements but didn't know where next touch was going to be. A pair of panties silently was stuffed into my mouth. My cock throbbed, its top pressed hard against the exercise roller. She reached her hands to my ass and started rubbing and rubbing me. I felt myself loosen and relax in anticipation of being touched or entered. I quivered, rolling back and forth with each massage. I felt the warm breath nearing my ass and suddenly I jerked. I felt my cock dripping its first come. How I wanted to feel that tongue on me. My body tensed. Finally I felt it, a tongue pressed tight against my ass. I let out a load moan and started rolling faster and faster. I pressed my ass to her face, smashing against it. I stopped in horror as I felt a man stubble pressing between my cheeks. I flailed pulling away but the tongue pressed deeper and deeper, pulling my ass apart wider and wider with his hands. The feeling of the tongue was still hot against me. My cock wasn't listening to my mind. It jerked over and over again. I wanted it to stop but I couldn't talk, the panties deep in my mouth. Slowly the feeling of release started to come over me. I felt my body shake and jerk. At first I didn't know what it was I felt between my legs, but soon I knew. His cock pumped repeatedly against me. He pulled his body on top of me. He felt really big as in muscular. I felt his cock touching mine and rubbing against it. I could here the pants of my wife. She was obviously still in the room and watching with some pleasure. Why did she does this? Why was it exciting him. I wondered about the man. Did I know him? Who was he? Why would he do this? My wife promised not to touch a man I thought. I never made her promise not to bring one for me. I felt a lump in my throat. His cock started pressing harder and harder against me until he pressed inside. A wave of sensations I had never had flew over me. I felt the heat of his shaft, so different from the toys my wife would use. It felt burning hot inside of me. It was so big it was tearing me apart. The feeling of his cock pulsing inside of me sent my stomach to my throat. It felt like something alive was inside of me burrowing through my body. I moan louder and louder as his hot burning shaft poked into my belly. I couldn't help but try to thrust with him. He started thrusting harder. The only sounds he ever made that night was the panting in my ear as he pushed his cock with one hard thrust after another. I felt him stiffening inside of me until his cock was so hard it wouldn't give. I could feel my insides shift, trying to conform to his straight hard shaft. The entire top of my shaft kept pressing on exercise roller. It was agony. I felt the need to come, but the stimulation I was getting wasn't allowing it. I felt at the mercy of something, someone to help me. I wanted to come so bad with that cock in my ass. I felt his first juice squirt into me and then more and more until my entire belly felt filled with his warm fluid. He kept thrusting and thrusting, finally his energy spend he collapsed on top of me. I groaned, my stiff cock agonizingly close to orgasm. He withdrew his softening piece and slowly pulled away. He disappeared quietly. I felt his come dripping from my ass to my cock, working it's way down the length of it slowly. I rubbed my cock on the roller trying to get it in a position, and position to come. I felt a warm wet touch between my legs. It felt so good, so pleasant. Finally I realized it was a wash cloth. My wife, or someone anyway, was cleaning my bottom. It felt so insanely good to be cleaned up like this. I started to shake. Then I felt a tongue again between my cheeks, but this time the skin on the person's cheeks was smooth. I moaned as her tongue went lower and lower until she was licking up and down the length of my shaft. I exploded in a wave of moans and thrusts. The tongue slowly going up and down, never changing it's speed even though I desperately wanted to go faster and faster. I rolled there in agonizing ecstasy until I spent my last bit of energy in one last thrust and collapsed. Whoever was behind me left me there. I still don't know who it was, my wife claims it wasn't her. Was it Sandy? A while passed by, I don't know how long, before she had come to untie me. I didn't say anything about what happened that night. I didn't know what to think. A few weeks later it was nearing her birthday. "I want you to," I sat on the floor at her feet naked after she had a long day at work. "I really do. Just once." "What about your rule?" she looked down at me past her book. "You said never, I respect that." We talked about it. It took a few days but she agreed. I had already found a bunch of men on an Internet site that were interested. One looked particularly good. I wanted her to have another man. We got married after dating for a few years, but my wife had never actually been with another man. It was my gift to let her do it. I said I just needed to be in the house. She could have one night and that's it. She settled on the man that I had chosen. He was big and dark. He was young, only a graduate student. When he came to dinner I made them a meal and retired to our study. A few minutes after sitting down my wife came in. "He won't do it if you're not watching us," she looked at me, "he said it makes him feel uncomfortable." I didn't want to watch. It made me sick thinking about it. How could I watch? It was okay if I let her do it, I thought, but not to see her do it. I protested. "Please," she begged me, "he's going to leave." I went and watched. I couldn't bear to see them touching. Her head lowering between his legs. I sat there squirming terribly, trying to find something to keep me looking away. I couldn't take it. I slowly crawled over to them on my knees and silently grabbed his cock and held it for my wife to suck. The only way I could watch them was to join in. I started to feel ashamed of myself. I wasn't gay. I knew I wasn't gay but I could easily take a cock into my hands like that. I hadn't complained when she surprised me with that man weeks earlier. I didn't want to be with a man, but the thought wasn't repulsive like it used to be. It was something I could do for her. We played in the living room for a while before moving onto the bedroom to finished our lovemaking. He took my wife first, gripping my cock the entire time, making me harder and harder. My wife screamed in joy. His sending thrust after thrust deep into her body until she slowly subsided. He pulled his cock from her, it was still stiff. My wife and I turned to suck him, but he pulled me by my cock to meet his. He held me tight against him and kissed me passionately. My stomach jumped to my throat. I felt like I had now down the unthinkable as I sat there with Gabe's hand on my cock, his tongue searching my mouth. I had let a man kiss me. I'd already been fucked, but that seemed okay after all the things my wife had done. Kissing was different. My body went limp. He pulled my hips up to him and pressed them wide. He pushed the palm of his hand against my shaft and started rubbing it hard up and down, position his cock on my anus. He shoved it in with a jolt. It was huge. I don't know how big the man I had that blindfolded night was, but Gabe must have been twice his size. The heat in his loins filled me, joy flowed through me with each thrust. My wife pulled my head to her chest and held me against it. I felt her hand rubbing my cock and looking up at Gabe. I looked up too. His face was contorted and I could feel him inside of me, hardening and pressing tight against me. His first thrust shocked me, sending flutters throughout my body. He came forever, his body shaking inside of me. I felt jolt after jolt of his cock pushing my belly around. My own come came spraying out on my belly, my wife's hands jerking me slowly. I fell back and sighed against her chest. Gabe stayed for a while before he excused himself. We never saw him again. "How come you had him use a condom," he rubbed my wife's back, "and the last guy didn't?" "I knew the last guy," she smiled. "I trust him." I wondered who he was. Who the woman was. She never would say more than that. It still haunts me that I might know them and they did that to me. Since then things have changed a lot. For one thing my wife and Sandy both got laid off. They closed the entire office. This left all of us in a bind with no income. After talking to my wife, Sandy moved in. They still have their time together and very occasionally I get to watch, but never join in. It is tormenting, but we've found ways to make it work. One of them helping me with my problem afterwards. I've come to terms with my submission and haven't really felt guilty or ashamed of it in some time. So, as I sat here on the floor telling my wife the story about why I am this way, her hand finding the top of my head and rubbing me through the hard parts. I find myself being asked to give in entirely. To leave my job and stay home again. To go back to what we had when she was driving me mad. The fear is sweeping over me again. I've learned that by now, I haven't been able to say no.