37 comments/ 90561 views/ 22 favorites Wife Turns Husband Ch. 01 By: visionsofjohanna She was out again. Late. Always late. I lay awake in bed, trying to read, but instead thinking "Where is she? Why doesn't she want to stay at home with me? Why does she have to be so late?" I couldn't concentrate on my book as I lay there alone in an empty house. Things hadn't exactly been perfect since the wedding. Her career had taken off while mine had faltered. We still did the same things, but I could tell there was some resentment there on her part. Some gradual loss of respect. We argued more often, and the sex which before the marriage had been going great, became less frequent. We'd tried to spice things up by telling each other our fantasies. She asked me to be rough with her, to force myself onto her. We tried it one night but I was too concerned about hurting her and kept asking if she was ok, which spoiled the fantasy for her and she cut me off in a huff and we both slept unsatisfied and hurt. I confessed to her some submissive fantasy I had about being tied up by a woman, which we never acted out like hers. Instead she had me masturbate while she described a scenario which was ok but I think she was still angry about me fucking up hers. We did this pillow-talk thing a few times, but she put a stop to it one night, accusing me of being selfish. I sensed there was some disappointment in her that my fantasies weren't so masculine, and it made me regret being open with her. When I lost my job last month our relationship hit a new low. We hadn't had sex since, our arguments grew worse, and she'd taken to regularly going out after work with her workmates drinking. When I complained she'd snapped at me, "When you have a job, then you can go out. I work hard all week paying the bills, I deserve a bit of fun." Her fun had lasted to two in the morning this night. I heard her keys at the door and switched off my light and pretended to be asleep, lying face down. I didn't want her to know I'd been staying up worried. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing how hurt I was. I felt her get into bed beside me. For a while she did nothing, then without warning she rolled and put her legs over mine, and her body on top. I could feel her breasts pressing into my back , her pussy on my ass, and smell the alcohol on her breath from her mouth on the back of my neck. "Do you know what time it is", I murmured, pretending to wake. "Sssshhh", she whispered. She started grinding her pussy into my ass, thrusting in an out as if she were a man. I wasn't sure how to react, but it had been so long since we last had sex I decided to go along with her role play. She continued in silence for some time, pushing her weight down on my ass with her pussy. I found myself moving to meet her rhythms, wondering if this is how it felt for women. She kept going, kissing and then lightly biting the back of my neck. After a while I felt her hand snake down and her finger pressed against my asshole. I tensed at the sensation. She was drunk and wasn't so gentle, and her fingernail hurt as it pushed, trying to open me. As I reacted in pain she brought her finger around and hooked it into my mouth. I could smell my own shit on the finger which was unpleasant, but it was clear she expected me to lube it with my saliva, so I sucked it as best I could. As I sucked her finger she gave a little slighly derisive laugh, as if this had confirmed something in her mind. I didn't like that laugh, but thought maybe this is part of the game and didn't stop sucking. Part of me was curious about this new experience, but another part of my brain was warning me "maybe you shouldn't do this, she was already losing respect for you. Be the man". But in the end I was grateful for the rare intimacy. She seemed to like me sucking, and moved her finger in and out of my mouth. The phallic symbolism wasn't lost on me. She then took her finger out of my mouth and started pushing it against my anus again, this time harder. She gradually worked her index finger in up to the knuckle, and I didn't even have time to get accustomed to the sensation when she started pushing it in and out. With her longer fingernail it hurt, and I was on the limit of how much pain I could bear when it started slowly to get a bit easier and I found my cock reacting. She got her hips behind her hand, and was pushing in with her whole body, pretending it was like a penis as she pushed it into me. To my surprise I came quickly, almost automatically without the usual build up. I don't think she even realised I'd cum until she reached under to check my cock which was now soft and discovered my stickiness. This also seemed to amuse her. She wiped her hand off on my back, then pulled her finger out of my ass and rolled off me. When I went to hold her tenderly, something I'd normally do after sex, she pushed me away, and that's the way it ended. She hadn't spoken a word the entire time. When I look back in hindsight as to why she did it, I think she felt guilty and wanted to give me a treat, but I also think her feminising me the way she did made her feel better about her actions, her betrayal. Maybe it was just a first step in her trying to manipulate me, to make it seem like it was something I wanted. No one wants to be the bad guy. The next week came and she was out again. I tried calling her but her phone was switched off. We hadn't spoken at all about last week's lovemaking. I was feeling a little ashamed about my reactions, that I'd cum from her finger in my ass, worried that she might think I was gay, even though I'd never been sexually interested in men. When she came home I didn't even know what time it was, but she woke me by pissing then flushing with the door open. She took off her clothes and crawled across the top of the bed covers on all fours. "You said you would be home hours ago. I tried calling you but your phone was...", I accused her before she shut me off with a hand on my mouth. She crawled up my body and placed her knees either side of my head, then lowered her pussy right down on my face without warning. I'd licked her a couple of times, but never like this. With her sitting on my face. Again I had to make a quick choice between complaining and going along with it, and again I was weak. I knew I shouldn't let her go out like she does and should show my anger, but instead I stuck out tongue and dragged it up her pussy. It was a little bit sour, and I could still taste the urine. I did broad strokes for a while, using the flat of my tongue, but not getting much reaction I moved my focus to her clit, pushing it around as forcefully as I could with my tongue, sometimes sucking it in. This seemed to get a reaction and before long she started to grind her pussy, not only against my tongue but my chin and nose. Her juices covered my face as she set the rhythm she wanted. She continued this for a while but seemed frustrated that I couldn't make her cum. She lifted up and I thought maybe she was going to sit on my cock, but instead she turned around facing away from me and lowered her ass down on my face. I know she's had more sexual partners than me before we married and was more experienced, but I'd never licked anyone there, and never seen her this aggressive. Her hands pulled her cheeks apart so there was no doubt what she wanted. Her asshole was right on my mouth, so nervously I pushed my tongue forward. It was bitter and tasted of shit, but not that strong as to be unbearable. She pushed her weight down, encouraging me, and I pushed harder, eventually forcing open the tight ring of muscle of her anus. Her asshole was tight, but I managed to start pushing in and out, though it was tiring on my tongue, which felt coated and heavy. I was having difficulty breathing as her ass enveloped my face, but she seem unconcerned with my struggles. While I fucked her ass with my tongue, she started masturbating vigorously with her fingers on her clit. Part of me thought, "What are you doing. She's fucking stayed out to three in the morning and instead of yelling at her and calling her a bitch, you've got your tongue up her ass while she frigs herself." I'd had a few chances to assert myself, to stick up for myself, and hadn't. As she came, squeezing my tongue with her ass almost pulling it out of my throat, my head was still confused with the sudden changes to our sex life. This was on a whole other level to my timid fantasies of being tied up, and I suspected she was using it to avoid confrontation of her behaviour. What I didn't know was that it was to hide something much worse, and I was being played and pushed into a direction for her own ends, not for mine. She'd seen a weakness in me and was exploiting it, setting me up for her betrayal. She may even have been with him that night. Wife Turns Husband Ch. 02 All it takes is a millisecond, a smile that doesn't look quite right. In that instant I knew they weren't going to give me the job. Body language doesn't lie. "Thank you for coming to the interview, we'll be in touch with all our candidates" Now the professional smile was back in place, but with that sinking feeling in my stomach I thought, "Fuck. What now? What do I say to my wife?" I had been too nervous. Too desperate. No one wants desperate. It had been my only interview in two months and I'd blown it. On paper my c.v. looked a great fit. Now all I could think of was how to break it to the wife. Since I'd lost my job the cracks had widened in our marriage. My wife seemed to want to spend less time in my company, preferring to go out drinking with her workmates, and when she was at home she was more short-tempered. I tried to make myself useful, cook dinners and clean the house, but I knew this wasn't what she wanted. She'd find petty reasons to complain, and when I'd defend myself our arguments would escalate. Our sex life had taken a strange turn. We hadn't made love in the conventional way for over two months, but the last few times she'd come home very late and very drunk she'd been aggressive in bed, and used me in ways I wasn't totally comfortable with. Like she wanted to show me through sex that she was in charge, and I was... I don't know what she thought I was. Something less than a man. I'd hoped me getting a job would turn things around, and I'd put my hopes, too much of them, in getting this one. I though maybe I could be the man I used to be. And I'd failed. I phoned her at work. She got straight to the point. "How did the job interview go, honey?" "Well it was going well, but I got a bit mixed-up when they asked me about report writing. I don't have a good feeling about it" "I see". Her voice was cold. "I'm going to keep checking the job ads each.." She cut me off, "I have a meeting to go to. We'll talk when I come home. I might be late" I was feeling very down. It wasn't just the work situation. I loved my wife but I was having doubts if she still loved me and it was eating me up inside. I ate dinner alone and was watching midnight TV when she finally came home. I was dreading having an argument with her, but instead she gave me a long look when she walked in the door, and then surprised me by giving me a long comforting hug, holding my head. I was grateful as a puppy, and clung to her like a drowning man clings to a lifebuoy. We stayed like that for a long time. It felt like ages since I'd held her like that and felt the warmth of her body. When I put my hand on her ass she didn't push it away. Instead she whispered, nibbling my ear lobe: "Let's do something different tonight, honey. Take your mind off it" I was hoping to make love the way we used to, but I didn't want to break the moment. I kissed her and said ok, but in doing so noticed just a speck of white powder on the edge of her nostril. She'd been taking coke? In a small way it spoiled it for me. Did she now only want to have sex with me when she was either really drunk or high? And who'd had she got it from, and who had she been doing it with tonight? But it still seemed a better alternive to arguing, so when she took my hand and led me to the bedroom I followed. She went to the wardrobe and came back carrying some of my ties. "If you won't be using these, at least we'll get some use out of them" Her reference to my joblessness stung a bit. "You said a few times you wanted to be tied up. Let's do it. Take off your clothes and lie on the bed" I stripped off my suit and lay naked down on the bed, feeling a bit exposed. She took my wrists and tied them tightly to the bedhead. She tried to tie my feet but the ties wouldnt stretch to the corner posts, so she tied my ankles together with one and then knotted it to the other which she then secured on the edge of the bedframe. She then went to the bathroom. I could here a long sniff. She was doing another line of coke, and she wasn't trying hard to hide it. Why did she need to do it? Yes, this being tied up had been an unfulfilled fantasy of mine, but now it was happening I was a little frightened and combined with the cold air from lying their naked it had caused my cock to go soft. She came back into the room still wearing her skirt and heels, but when she stepped up to stand on the bed above me, one foot either side of my naked body, I saw she had no panties, her pussy exposed. She seemed to tower over me. "Oh", she said looking at my cock, sounding disappointed. "Is my poor baby haing trouble. I thought this was your fantasy?" She lowered herself, squatting down to sit on my chest. I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my skin. She raked her fingernails down my chest. "What a shame. You don't mind if I please myself, do you?" "No", I replied, my own voice suprising me with how croaky and weak it sounded. I was a bit intimidated, looking up at her with her hand on her hips looking down at me. She leaned right out to one side and started rummaging in her side drawer, almost losing her balance. When she straightened back up, in her hand she had a medium size metallic vibrator, smooth and chromed. I'd not seen it before. She slowly inserted it into herself, then started to work her pussy with it while I watched, almost hypnotised. It was happening so close in front of my face I could smell her cunt. She played with her nipples with one hand, while she moved it in and out with the other. After several minutes of this she pulled it out and then moved forward and said: "I want you to hold it steady for me" "How, my arms are tied" "Hold it with your mouth." I wasn't exactly sure what she meant, but it souunded like an order, not a question. She turned the vibrations on and pushed the blunt end into my mouth. I open it wide to let her do it. It tasted of her sex and made my jaw vibrate. She squatted over my face, turning around to face my bound feet, and using her hand guided the vibrator back into her lowering pussy no more than four inches from my face. It's difficult to describe the minutes that followed. All I could see was her pussy and ass crack fringed by her skirt before they came sliding down the vibrator to cover my eyes, nose, mouth and chin and all became a moist hot darkness. Then she raised off and there was light and air again, only to come pounding back down. It felt like I was being punched repeatedly in the face by a boxer, but instead of boxing gloves it was her ass and pussy. I could hear the wet slap, slap, slap as he squelched down onto my face, up and down. My jaw ached and my face was glistening wet with her juices. When she got aroused she'd sometimes become very wet like this. As she got close to orgasm, she suddenly stopped lifting off, but instead squatted there pushing down, frigging her clit with one hand and her other hand on my chest for balance, her pussy clamped onto my face like an alien, and my nose wedged tight up against her asshole. I couldn't breath and started to panic, bucking to try and throw her off but the ties and her weight prevented me. I was trapped in her wet, sex-smelling darkness. Maybe my struggles put her over the edge, because thankfully she came, clamping my face with her ass cheeks as she did so. She groaned and rolled off just as I was getting light headed, and I gasped for air, spitting her vibrator out. For a while we lay their collapsed, both recovering, breathing deeply. Then I felt her hand on my cock, gripping it as she shifted around to lay beside me. "Did you like what we did the other night?", she whispered in my ear, "When I used my finger on you?" To remind me she touched my asshole with her finger tip, while she slowly wanked my cock with the other. This time I decided I would be a bit more macho, clenching cheek to prevent her. "Not really. It hurt." "Oh, I think you did", she said. "I saw you'd cum, you know?. Besides, it always hurts the first time" "What about", her voice changed to a slow heavy whisper and I knew she was launching into a sex fantasy, "if I were to bring back another girl, and we were to have threesome? Would that turn you on?" "Yes" I said, as she continued to wank me. "Would you like to see her and me together?" "Yes" "Me licking her pussy" "Yes" "While you were tied up?" "Yes" "What about if we both sucked you off together? Would you like that?" Her hand got a bit firmer, a bit faster as it went up and down my cock. "Yes" "Uh huh. What about if she sat on your cock. Would you fuck her" This was dangerous ground. We'd never talked about fucking other people before, even in fantasy. Warning bells went off in my head. I needed to be careful "I don't know. I'd want to make sure you were ok with it" "But you'd still fuck her, wouldn't you" Her hand got faster I could feel my orgasm starting to build. "err" "Wouldn't you?" Her hand other hand cupped my balls. I needed to come. "You'd fuck her wouldn't you?" "Yes" I admitted. Suddenly she stopped, though her hand was still on my cock. My orgasm build up slowly disapated. "So you would fuck her! What about if it was a threesome with another guy?", she said "Oh, I don't know about that, babe", I said. I didn't like the idea of it at all. It sounded like were moving into dangerous territory. "What, so it's ok for you to fuck another girl but we can't have a threesome with a guy?" "No it's not that", I knew I'd been argued into a corner, "I thought this was just fantasy" "It is fantasy. And you're being really unfair. Aren't you supposed to be the one tied up" She said, and gave my nipple a playful twist. I got the sensation it wasn't the only thing being twisted here "You're right", I said, "I'm sorry" "It's alright, honey", she said. "Now close your eyes" She started again to wank me, then whispered in her heavy slow voice: "You're tied up here and there's a knock at the door. You hear me answer it. It's a man's voice. You hear us talking and laughing. You see the bedroom door swing open and I lead him into the bedroom. I say 'don't mind him, he's just my husband'. We lay on the bed next to you. He kisses me up and down my body. You can't do anything but watch. I unzip his pants and make him hard with my mouth. He pulls my legs apart and fucks me with his long cock. He fucks me hard right in front of you!" Her hand worked up and down my cock shaft as she told me the story. I was trying not to but I could feel myself building to orgasm. I'd passed that point of no return "He fucks me every which way. Doggy style, on my side, in my mouth. He even makes you.. Just then I exploded in orgasm and my wife gave a twisted grin in what looked like triumph. "I knew it!" she said, "you want to see me fuck another guy." I didn't. It was the last thing I wanted. Even before we were married I would have had reservations, but with things as unstable as they were I'd never want to let a third person into our strained relationship. But I was ashamed at having come like I did, so instead I said nothing. She'd played me like a violin, and only she knew where the tune was heading.