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A Change in My Wife Ch. 01

By: wed81



This is the story of how my sex life changed dramatically, thanks to a tenant of ours. My wife, who I will call Sally, is a beautiful woman. She has retained her figure over the ten years of our marriage and is my best friend. Unfortunately, until recently, our sex life stunk. Once a week if nothing else got in the way, roll on her and get it over with. Oral sex was out of the question, and anything more kinky than that was not even discussed. All that changed, thanks to John.

John rented a house from us. It was investment property we were going to resell eventually, but for now, his rent pays the mortgage. Without it, we would be in a bind. I work, so Sally manages the property.

She got a call from him one day telling her the air conditioning was out. Now, in South Georgia, that makes the place unhabitable. After several calls, she found out it was going to be a week before it could be fixed. John said he would withhold rent for that period, which he had a right to do under the lease. So Sally went over to talk to him.

He came to the door in a pair of gym shorts. 

"Hi, Sally, come in."

"Thanks. Listen, John, I really need for you to change your mind about the rent. The economy has really hurt us, and without that, we will have a hard time making ends meet."

"I know," he said. "But I can't stay here, and I need the money to pay for a hotel."

Sally told me later she was a bit desperate at this point. We knew John had some money put aside and could afford to be out of the place for a few days. We really could not afford to be without the money.

"Isn't there anything we can do? It's pretty bad."

At this point, John raised an eye brow. "What did you have in mind?"

"I really don't know, John. But I want to be able to buy food this month."

John thought for a moment, then said, "Sally, listen, I have an idea. You may not like it, and I think of you as a friend, so I hesitate to suggest it."

"John, I'm pretty desperate. If you have a way, I'll listen. If I don't like it, we can forget it happened."

John continued to back off, and Sally pressed. Finally he said, "Well, OK. Here's the thing. I have always thought you have a beautiful body. If you will let me see your breasts, I think we can do a no interest loan until you can repay me."

"I'm a married woman!" Sally the prude was genuinely shocked.

"No, no. I don't want you to cheat on Thomas. I just want to see your tits."

Sally thought for a minute. How bad could it be? "Nothing else?"

"Nope." 

So, with a sigh, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her plain white bra-covered 34Cs. Her hands trembled a bit as she reached behind her and unhooked the bra. She revealed her breasts to another man for the first time since our marriage. She says she began to be a bit excited at this point. Then John reached for the bra.

"Hey! You said nothing else."

"Just let me hold it." So she handed it over, and John dropped the bombshell.

"Now, I have this, and Thomas will never believe nothing happened. So, you are going to do something for me."

"I will not have sex with you!" Sally was genuinely angry at this point.

"Not with me. With Thomas. You are to put on your shirt and go home. When he comes in, show him you are not wearing a bra and tell him you have a surprise. Then give him a blow job and swallow his cum."

"Gross! I've never done anything like that."

"Then it's time you learned. Either that or I go to Thomas with the bra and tell him you came on to me."

Sally shuddered. Although I would not have believed John and probably would have kicked his ass for the suggestion, Sally was under a lot of stress and not sure how I would react. So she sighed again and reached for the shirt.

"When you're done, have him call me and thank me." John leered at her.

So it was that when I came home, my wife called me from our bedroom, "Honey, please come in here. I have a surprise for you."

When I entered the bedroom, she was standing by the bed looking beautiful. Something was different, but I could not put my finger on it. She was blushing deeply when she spoke.

"Take off your clothes and lie down. Don't ask any questions until I have given you the surprise, OK?"

She did not have to ask me twice. Sex on Friday afternoon meant nothing more for at least a week, but if she wanted me naked, the sex could be worth it. I stripped in less than a minute and lay down.

"Now just enjoy," she said. She began to slowly unbutton her shirt, revealing her tits. Now I knew what was different. She was not wearing a bra! Now, I have tried without success to get her to go braless, at least around the house, so she knew this would be a turn on. By the time she got the shirt off and stood there in only her jeans, I was rock hard. She slowly approached the bed and spoke in her most sultry voice, "Just lie back and enjoy, big boy. I am going to do something you have always wanted but never gotten."

With that, she kissed me softly and began to work her way down my body, kissing my neck gently. When she paused to suck on my nipples, I let out a groan. As she continued South, it became obvious what she had in mind. My mind was racing. I had a dozen questions, but she had said not to ask, so I kept my mouth shut. Her mouth felt wonderful on my cock, but it was probably the shortest blow job on record. She had barely begun to bob her head up and down before I called out to tell her I was about to cum.

She looked up at me, lust in her eyes, and said, "I want to swallow it."

She barely made it back to my dick before I erupted with cum. True to her word, she swallowed it all. 

At that point, I had to know, so the story came out. I called John to thank him, and it really got interesting. That, however, is another story.

A Change in My Wife Ch. 02



I had John on speed dial on my cell phone. He picked up immediately.

"Hello, Thomas."

"I just called to say thanks. You certainly helped make my Friday interesting."

He chuckled. "No problem. Is she there?"

"Yep."

"Put the phone on speaker."

I looked at Sally. Her face was flushed and her nipples were hard as rocks. She was actually rubbing her pussy through her jeans. I pushed the button that put the cell phone on speaker, and John spoke again.

"You both know Thomas would never have believed me, don't you?" 

We agreed together.

"That means that little miss conservative Sally liked giving head and being told what to do, doesn't it, Sally?"

My wife shuddered and spoke softly, "Yes."

John's voice got more assertive, "I couldn't hear you. Speak up!"

Sally flushed even more, but spoke up, "Yes."

"That's yes SIR to you, slut."

Again she shuddered, rubbing through her jeans more vigorously, "Yes, sir."

"Very well. Now y'all can stop this at any time, and we'll go back to landlord and tenant, but it turns me on to tell people what to do, and I think you both enjoyed it. So we can either stop now or see where it goes."

I raised my eyebrows at my wife of more that ten years, our signal that meant I am ok if you are. She spoke again,"I think we would like to continue, sir."

"Good. Understand that you will obey me absolutely. You can refuse, but at that point the game is over. Now stop playing with yourself. The night is young. You are to shower separately, Thomas first. While he's getting ready to go to dinner, Sally is to call me on her cell. I have other instructions for her. Thomas, nothing fancy. Khakis and a polo shirt will do"

"Yes, sir," we both replied. I went to take my shower. When I finished, Sally was still naked to the waist, her nipples standing out like pink erasers. She told me to wait for her downstairs, so I went down and watched Sports Center while she did whatever she had been told.

When she came down, she wore the same button up shirt, now with a matching skirt. Her still hard nipples made it obvious that she was not wearing a bra. She came over and kissed me. I was thrilled with the evening and excited about whatever our new boss might have in store, but I also was concerned about our marriage. Important as sex is to me, our relationship was more vital. I spoke hesitantly.

"Are you OK with this?"

Sally smiled, "I'm more turned on than I've ever been in my life. We can always stop if it crosses the line. So I'm OK if you are."

I kissed her. "I have wanted an improvement in our sex life for a long time, but I didn't know how to go about it. Let's see where it goes."

My cell phone rang. It was John. He told me to go to a restaurant about thirty minutes from the house and that both of us were to keep our cell phones with us. Given our financial circumstances, he told me to send him the bill. We left.

The trip to the restaurant was uneventful. John had sent us to an Italian chain restaurant. When we arrived, we asked for a booth as John had instructed. We both love Italian food, and the meal was wonderful. As we finished our entrees, Sally's cell rang.

"Hello, sir," Sally giggled a bit at the form of address. There was a pause, and she blushed a deep red. Then, "Yes, sir." She hung up and announced that she had to visit the ladies' room. She asked me to order coffee and left.

She returned, still red-faced and clutching something in her right hand. The waitress had just served coffee when Sally sat down across from me. She handed me the item in her hand. I immediately realized that I was holing a pair of panties.

"John said to give you these. They should still be damp," she said breathlessly.

Damp was an understatement. They were soaked. We finished the coffee quickly and paid the bill, keeping the receipt for our new master.

When we got back in the car, Sally's phone buzzed, this time indicating a text. She read it, blushed again, and unbuttoned the third button on her blouse, revealing a curve of breast in the dome light. During the thirty minute trip, her phone buzzed three more times, each time causing my conservative wife to lose another button. By the time we got home, she was sitting with her shirt completely open, exposing her beautiful tits. When we pulled in the carport, she turned to me. "Get me inside now. I need to be fucked." I didn't have to be told twice. We made it to the kitchen, where I bent her over the table, pulled up her skirt, and shoved my cock into her from behind, a new position for us. She was soaking. I rammed her violently. She screamed with pure pleasure as she came, and I followed with my second load of the night, this one deep inside her.

As we finished, the phone rang again.



A Change in My Wife Ch. 03



Friday night's call was uneventful, just insuring that we had arrived at home and telling us to expect more the next day.

The next morning, it was my cell phone that rang. We had gotten out of bed early, at least for us on a Saturday. Saturday was our day to stay in bed and have "roll over on her" sex, but after cumming twice on Friday, something I had not done since our honeymoon more that ten years ago, we got out of bed and went down for breakfast. Sally stayed naked to the waist, something John had told her to do in one of their earlier conversations. In any event, I looked at my cell, and the caller ID said it was John. 

I picked up. "Yes, sir?"

John's voice was assertive, more so than I had ever heard from him. "I think today is a shopping day. Do y'all have any sex toys?"

My turn to blush. "No, sir."

"You will go to the adult bookstore on East Main. I have an account there. I will text you a list of what to buy. You will leave immediately upon receipt of the list. Clear?"

"Yes, sir," I was interested. I had driven by the store, but had never been inside. What could he have in store for us now? Things just kept getting more and more interesting.

He spoke again. "While you wait, I think it's Sally's turn for some oral pleasure. Where are you now?"

"In the kitchen."

"Then get under the table and make her cum." He hung up.

I looked at Sally. "I have my instructions," I said. I dropped to my knees and crawled under the table. Sally wore gym shorts. As I pulled them down, I realized that in the excitement of yesterday, I had not realized that she had shaved her pussy, something she had refused to do just a month before. As I began to kiss my way up her right leg, I whispered, "I like the new look."

As I neared her pussy, I heard my wife's breathing grow ragged. I kissed my way around her puss, intentionally avoiding her clit, which, thanks to the new, bald look, was easy to see. When I finally arrived at the spot, Sally shoved her hands under the table and pressed my face into her pussy, which was sopping. The smell was exhilarating. I found myself getting hard again. In a few minutes, she began to hump my face and moan. Like me earlier, the excitement of a new experience made her cum in record time. 

After cleaning, I checked my cell. The list was there. I dressed in jeans and a polo shirt and called to Sally, "I have to go out. Instructions."

She met me in the foyer and kissed me. "Don't be too long." It came out as a purr. 

I drove to the store, about twenty minutes from the house. I did not check the text until I was in the parking lot, conveniently located behind the shop. The text message contained several items that shocked me; still, things were going too well to stop now. The list told me to buy the following items:

1. Large bottle of lubricant

2. Anal training butt plugs

3. Medium size vibrator

4. Nipple clamps

5. Handcuffs

6. Collar

I was pleasantly surprised at the anal training kit, although I suspected that that was where Sally would draw the line. She did not even like me to brush my finger there during sex. But it was John's money. It was the clamps. Cuffs and collar that shocked me. I had never really been into bondage, but the thought of my lovely wife bound and totally at my disposal was too good to pass up. 

The store was well lit and well organized. It did not take me long to find the items John had told me to buy. The assortment of other items they carried was amazing; I could have spent a fortune if I did not have specific instructions. I paid for the list and left, storing the bag in the trunk. I had visions of being pulled over and trying to explain butt plugs and nipple clamps to a police officer.

I got home, pulled into the carport and got the bag out of the trunk. When I went through the kitchen door, I found my wife kneeling nude in the middle of the floor. She looked up at me, her eyes full of lust, and said, 'I got a call."

She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to me. She sat up, undid my jeans, and pulled them and my shorts to the floor. I was already hard, a state that now seemed constant, and Sally put her hands behind her back and leaned forward. She kissed the head of my cock lightly and licked her way down the underside to the base. Then she took my balls, one at a time, in her mouth and sucked lightly on each. After kissing her way back to the head, she engulfed my dick and began to blow me in earnest. This time I was able to hold out a bit longer, but soon I felt the pressure build and shot my load in her mouth. She swallowed and smiled.

"What did you bring me?" She asked.

"Can't tell you," I replied. "You'll have to wait on another call."

It was a call that seemed forever in coming. I straightened myself up, and Sally put on panties and jeans. We spent the afternoon straightening the house and taking care of weekend business. About mid afternoon, Sally put on a blouse and went to the grocery store. When she got home, she was flushed and her nipples were prominently displayed through the blouse.

"What?" I asked.

"He's coming over for dinner."



A Change in My Wife Ch. 04



He's coming over? What the hell? One of John's first conditions had been that he would not touch Sally; he did not want her to cheat on me, he just wanted control over our sex life for a time. I raised my eyebrows. When you have been married as long as Sally and I, sometimes that is all that is required. 

Sally spoke, "I know. I'm not sure what's going to happen. But he said we can stop anytime. Plus, he's already seen my tits."

Now that in and of itself was a change. For all the time I had known her, Sally had referred to her breasts. I had never heard the word "tits" from her before. And she had a point. We could stop at any time. Still. 

She rose from her knees and went to get her panties and jeans, all that John allowed her to wear around the house. This kept both of us in a state of almost constant arousal.

I spoke again. "What if he wants to go further?"

She looked over her shoulder at me, Further?"

"What if he wanted to touch your tits?"

Sally paused for a moment. Clearly, she was considering how to phrase her response. Finally, she said, "I would probably be OK with if you were. I don't want to do anything to cause problems between us. But before this weekend, I never realized how much I could enjoy sex. Frankly, I would do just about anything he wanted right now."

"Anything?" I asked. "What if he wants to fuck you?"

"I think I would draw the line there," she said. "But anything else you're OK with I would do."

The next question and answer was really the turning point for us in our sex lives. I asked, "Would you suck his cock?"

Sally looked at the floor and blushed. "If you told me to."

I was surprised, but began to see where this might lead. I pushed, knowing what was in the bag in the corner. "What if one of us told you to put plugs in your ass so it would get stretched out to be fucked?"

Again, the language was new to us. But I wanted to push her; to see if she really would do what I told her, not just John. Again, her response surprised me.

"Not if John told me. But I would if you did."

"So you really want to take orders from me?" I held my breath.

"Yes," she almost shouted. "That's what I've learned since Friday morning. I do want to take orders sexually, but not from John. From you."

I made a decision. "Good. Then we don't need to wait for John. I'll tell him tonight. I do think he deserves a reward, though, don't you?"

"Whatever you say, sir." I got a tingle at the word "sir."

"Go take a shower and shave everything. I will be up shortly."

To tell the truth, I needed some time. All this had happened very quickly, and I needed to consider my position. Did I really want Sally to do anything with John that she had not already done? How would we both feel about it? Really, though, those were secondary questions. The real issue was me. Could I give her what she so obviously needed? In the end, I had to try. 

I heard the shower stop and made myself wait half an hour before heading up to the bedroom. When I got there, Sally was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked. She looked up at me happily.

"I wasn't sure how you wanted me, sir."

There was that word again. I began to feel myself stir again despite the recent blowjob. But now was not the time. We did not have all that much time; it was already late in the afternoon. I turned to my wife and brought out the bag.

She raised her eyebrows. "We're going to owe John some money."

I nodded and brought out the cuffs. I attached them to her wrists and ankles, then I brought out the collar. When I spoke, I tried to sound authoritative.

"When you wear this, you belong to me. In the future, I may direct you to get it or you may put it on yourself. Once it is on, however, it stays on until I remove it. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." Sally lifted her hair so I could place the collar around her neck. I caught my breath. She was stunning, standing there in a collar and cuffs and nothing else. I took a moment to enjoy the view. 

There was, of course, another reason as well. I was about to put the first plug in her ass. While she had simply refused to blow me in the past, her back door had been most definitely off limits. I had tried to play with it a couple of times, but on each occasion, she had become furious and the sex had stopped. This would be the ultimate test. I took a breath.

"I am now going to begin to prepare your ass to be fucked, slave. In order to make it as pleasant as possible for you, we will spend a few weeks stretching you out. You will wear the plug for at least an hour each day, on your own time, moving up once a week under my supervision. Am I clear?"

There was a pause. I expected some resistance, but she simply nodded and bent forward over the bed, reaching back to spread her cheeks. John was really onto something. I applied a generous amount of lube to the plug and smeared it over her virgin hole. Then, slowly and gently, I pushed the plug into place. There was a gasp at first, then Sally relaxed and let me complete the task. 

Now she was really hot. I was ready to take the next step when the doorbell rang.