Message-ID: <36452asstr$1021151405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20020511112339.92843.qmail@web9008.mail.yahoo.com> From: Creampie Eater MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 11 May 2002 04:23:39 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} "Turnabout" (MF Femdom rom) by Creampie Eater Date: Sat, 11 May 2002 17:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw DISCLAIMER: This is a story about sex between consenting adults. If you are not an adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, read something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you know it. Even so, caveat lector. NOTES: Check out my archive at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/creampie/www Also, you can join my Yahoo eGroup called "Creampiestories". It has just completed being transferred from a Yahoo Club. Fans and aficionados discuss creampies and post stories. I post my stuff there first, to sorta test the waters. :) The URL is: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/creampiestories As always, comments can be sent the old-fashioned way to CreampieStories@yahoo.com. I adore comments, good and bad, but rarely receive them. Why not send comments today to the authors you read on ASS and ASSM, including me? Note too that this story, like all my stories, is Copyright (C) 2002 by Creampie Eater. All Rights Reserved. No commercial posting is allowed. Please drop me a note asking permission to post on your personal web site. No modification whatsoever is allowed. Turnabout --------- "Can I talk to you?" I asked Greg as we finished praying and got up to leave. We were at the regular Friday morning Men's Bible Study. "Do you have to go?" "No, we can talk," he replied. He allowed me to lead him to a quiet corner in the church's parlor where we meet. "What's up?" I got right to the point. "How much do you charge for divorces?" Greg was more than my buddy, he was a lawyer. "Um, I don't do divorces," he said, "but are you serious? Are you thinking of leaving Perra?" "Shit, that's right. I forgot you do corporate law," I replied, embarrassed now that he had spoken what I had been considering for years. I avoided his question. "Do you know how much is reasonable?" "You didn't answer me," he said, not letting me off the hook. I had also forgot that he enjoyed courtroom litigation and was tough on witnesses. "Are you thinking about leaving Perra?" I abandoned hope of not answering. "Look, she left me years ago. Maybe not physically, but emotionally. I'm just thinking about making it legal." "Have you spoken to Kip?" he asked. Kip was our pastor. I shook my head, no. "Have you tried counseling?" "You know she is in therapy," I replied. My wife suffered from depression, but her therapy never included me. She went on Prozac and Lithium and talked to the psychiatrist just enough to get her prescription refilled. "We have never gone together." "Look, I think you both need to go into counseling. You need to see if you can save the marriage." "Greg, I'm not going to rush into anything," I told him. "I've been unhappy for 10 years or more, so I know I can wait a bit longer. I just wanted to have an idea of the cost, so I can begin to face the reality of where I am." I looked at my watch. I'd be late for work, and this discussion had been a bad idea. "I need to go," I concluded. Greg and I walked out, and he put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a buddy-hug. "It'll work out," he said, "but the operative word is work. You need to work at it." We separated in the parking lot, going to our cars, which were parked next to each other. I couldn't get in without replying to his last statement. "Greg, I have been working at it. Perra needs to work at it too. I guess I'm just tired of being the only one who does the work." Greg looked at me thoughtfully, then we said our good-byes and drove off. Perra called me on my mobile when I was almost to the office. The one effort she made in our relationship was to call me ten times a day. "Hey, where are ya?" she asked. It was her normal introductory question when she called my mobile. "I'm getting off the freeway," I explained. I didn't say her call was inopportune. One thing I like about my Friday commute was that it was a half hour later than normal, and I therefore got to listen to "The Engines of our Ingenuity" on NPR. Of course, Perra called right after the show started. I would miss the best part and end up being confused. I just turned off the radio. "Oh, so you're almost there?" "Yep. Turning onto Dairy Ashford now." "What's your schedule like today?" she asked. I work what's called a 4 and a half day week, which means I officially work 9 hours Monday through Thursday, and 4 hours on Friday. In reality, I normally go home later on Friday, using the spare afternoon to catch up on paperwork. "I don't have much to do today, so I'll probably leave here at 2:30 and avoid the rush hour," I replied. "OK," she said. "I don't have any volunteering to do at the school, so I should be around all day." That was information I didn't need. We rung off when I went into the parking garage, because the cell signal always got dropped. Her letting me know she was home irritated a fresh wound. We had enjoyed increased romance lately, so that we had sex almost weekly on Friday afternoons. This was a big improvement over the previous frequency of once a month, or less. Fridays had gotten to be almost dependable. But in the last month, she had rebuked my advances. She had asked me to stay home last Thursday, to clean the garage. I was done in an hour, and she was very happy. Then she traipsed off with her friends, returning home after picking up the kids at school, so there was no sex. I came home Friday, only to find her gone again, decorating a friend's house for her 40th birthday party. Saturday, we stayed out late at the party, then she begged off on sex claiming she was tired. Sunday her period started. So, I was feeling very cranky at her. I judged she was more considerate to her friends than to me, and I was right of course. All recent advances, even to just snuggle, had been rebuffed. That had occasioned my decision to investigate my divorce options. I was sick of feeling lonely when I was with her. The truth is that if we hadn't any children, she would be ancient history. Perra called again a few hours later. "Hey, are you busy?" she asked, her voice sounding a bit weird. What I didn't learn until later is that Greg had called his wife Donna, and blabbed about our conversation. Donna in turn called Perra. Perra called me. "Not right now," I said. "What's up?" "Would you want to meet me at Cafe Adobe for lunch?" "Well," I said, wondering how to tell her I didn't want to spend time with her, "I guess I could. What time?" "How about 1:00?" she proposed. "That'd be great," I said. Maybe I could get smashed on their Signature Margaritas. "I'll be running an errand, so if I'm not there, try to get a patio table, OK?" "Will do," I said. "See ya then." I left the office in plenty of time (I have an aversion to being late), and arrived ten minutes early. I got the patio table and was on my second Corona when Perra arrived. My jaw dropped open when I saw her. Those who read my stories know I have a hair fetish: I like what are termed "inverted bobs," where the hair is longer in front than back, with the nape revealed and sometimes buzzed. I don't hide my fetish very well, and have given up trying. My wife knows it all to well, and yet has always resisted satisfying this urge of mine. Last week I brought home a book on how to "cherish" your spouse. Under the section on how to be attractive, women are advised to style their hair in ways pleasing to their husband. Rather than accepting this advice, my "loving" wife used every opportunity to bring it up in front of her friends, laughing about it. Clearly, she had told them of my fetish and was mocking me. Yet another reason in my long list to feel unloved and unwanted. She had held onto her shapeless layered blob of a hairstyle, letting it grow out until it was definitely unflattering. I knew it was because she was damn sure not to do anything I liked. She'd cut off her nose to spite her face. But here, now, she was walking to the table in a glorious inverted bob! Seeing my reaction, she smiled broadly, and leaned over to kiss me. Her lip-length hair framed us, and my hand found her buzzed nape. A brief hello kiss turned into more, because I could not remove my hand from her neck. Gently, she reached up and caressed my hand, then plucked it from her neck. "Surprised?" she said. "Very!" I smiled. She sat opposite me, and I caught the attention of the waitress. I ordered Perra a Shiner Bock, then turned back to her, smiling again. "I just love your cut! Why'd you do it?" Perra's smile disappeared instantly, and she looked down. I was marveling at her precisely-straight part when she said, "Because I don't want to lose you." "Lose me?" I asked, confused. "Why would you think you are losing me?" She looked up, fighting back tears. "Because I got a call from Donna today after you talked to Greg." Oh. Shit. "I have not been very happy," I said quietly. "I know I haven't been much of a wife," she said, seriously understating the obvious. "But that is changing as of right now. I want to be a good wife for you, to give you what you want. I know I've not shown much interest in pleasing you, and you have every reason to doubt that I am serious. So I got my hair cut like you want to show you that I am serious. So... will you stay and let me try to make it up to you?" It sounded like a speech she had rehearsed, but her eyes were very moist. I was exceedingly skeptical, still, but I was willing to stay for a while. Like I told Greg, I had been miserable for so long, what was another month or year? "Honey, I love you," I said, "and I didn't want to hurt you." The beer arrived, interrupting the making up. When the waitress left, I just said, "I'll stay." Immediately, Perra brightened. So much so that she slid around the table to sit next to me, right where I could ogle her new haircut. She saw me out of the corner of her eye, and smiled a secret smile. It was like we were suddenly lovers again, and I liked the feeling. As she read over the menu, she accepted my hand caressing her neck. The waitress arrived and took our order. Then, Perra pulled a smallish soft gift-wrapped package from her purse. "I have a surprise for you," she said. "Really?" I replied. She hadn't given me anything for a long time. I took the package and slowly opened it. I was puzzled to see it was a pair of cotton panties. Perra leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Those are the panties I left the house in." Immediately, I popped a boner. That's not quite right, because I had been hard since I saw her in her new haircut. Now, though, I was making a tent of my pants. "Are you serious?" "I thought you wanted me to do that sometime?" she pouted prettily. "I did. I do!" I blurted like a fool. I saw her clothes for the first time. She was wearing cute clogged mules and what I considered a sundress: sleeveless and mid-thigh. My mind was imagining her pantiless under her skirt. It was very exciting! "I'm glad," she told me, smiling brightly. "Now, if we could just get our lunch...." "What's the hurry?" I asked. I imagined us sitting her all afternoon, drinking beer with her being so cute and sexy. Like a lot of guys, I liked my wife showing off and being attractive to other men. It made me feel special that she was with me. She turned to me, gripping my hand. "I thought we'd go home and spend the afternoon in bed." To punctuate her idea, she kissed my knuckles, brushing my skin with her tongue. Damn. We hurried through our meal, although I decided I wasn't very hungry after all. Her new attitude was very appealing, and I wanted to have as much time as we could before the kids got home from school. The meal over, we got up to leave. "Hold on," she said, "come with me to the restroom." I followed her, and Perra stopped in the hallway outside Los Caballeros and Las Damas. "Make sure no one is coming," she said, then lifted her skirt. Sure enough, she wasn't wearing panties! I watched, amazed, as she rubbed her index finger through her wet crotch. Then she walked to me, and wiped her finger on my mustache. "Just a little something to smell on the drive home," she smiled. I inhaled deeply, giddy with her aroma. After passionately kissing her in the parking lot, we drove home. I greatly exceeded the speed limit, and still she got home before I did! I swear the Mercury Villager was airborne. A red light finally separated us less than a mile from our house. She was waiting for me with a glass of champagne in the kitchen when I got home. I toasted her and she me, and we kissed. "Unzip me, will you?" she asked, turning around. I did, but somehow my lips and tongue were drawn to her freshly clipped nape. As I kissed her there, she let her dress drop to the floor, and she was nude but for her shoes. No bra! I was in heaven, but something nagged me. Finally my mind latched on it. "Where's Audi?" I asked, referring to our rambunctious, needy Australian Shepherd bitch. I couldn't remember the time I came home and she didn't demand my immediate attention. "I put her in a kennel overnight," Perra replied. "I thought we might not want her demanding to be petted." "Good call," I smiled in return, turning her around to kiss her. My mind clear, I kissed her neck, then her collarbone then began kissing her breasts. Her nipples hardened between my lips, a feeling I always treasured. Her areolae wrinkled up as her whole nipple-area got hard. I kissed one, then the other, until Perra was making soft moans. I kissed down her stomach, dropping to my knees in front of her. I spread her luxuriant forest of pubic hair with my hands, finding her very wet already. One of the things I never understood was how she didn't want sex. When we had sex, she reacted enthusiastically and orgasmed easily. But, I couldn't ever convince her to have sex. It was frustrating, and I hoped Perra's new attitude put the problem behind us. I tongued her flowing pussy only for a minute or so, before Perra pulled me up and kissed me. Before, she resisted kissing me after I gave her oral attention, so this was a new thing too. But I was even more thrilled when she told me huskily, "fuck me first, and then eat me." Wow! I thought she only tolerated my desire for creampies, but here she was asking for me to eat hers! I pushed the chairs away from the table, and set her on it. Then I moved the chairs so she could rest her feet on them. Her pussy was open to me, and I quickly dropped my trousers and pulled my sport shirt over my head. I put my cock at the entrance to her, and slowly inserted myself. We both gasped at the pleasure of my penetration. Sex for us rarely includes fucking, because she has a tilted canal that makes intercourse uncomfortable sometimes. As a consequence, she is always tight and without practice my endurance is, um, "limited". So with the intense pleasure of fucking a tight pussy, my inexperience, my desire to eat my cum from her, and her whispering "cum in me, cum in me," I quickly did just that. I felt like I pumped a gallon into her, endless spurt after spurt. I could feel how sloppy she was, with her soaking wet before I even entered her and dumped my cum. When I pulled out, it was like sliding out of a bowl of yogurt. I didn't know whether to be turned on or repulsed, so I decided to be turned on. I slid a chair over and put her cute shoes on my shoulders. As I leaned into her crotch, her legs spread to reveal an intensely creamy sight. My cum was pouring out like melted sour cream drips from a baked potato. Her entire crotch was glistening with her fluids, my fluids, and our delicious mixture. Her hairy pubes were matted with juices, wafting with the pungent scent of sex. I dipped my tongue into her hole, licking and gently sucking both it and her clit. As Perra began to hump my face, making little crying noises, I diverted more and more attention to her clit. I would lick through her entire valley, splitting her lips with my tongue made broad, then tickle her clit with my pointy tip. A few kisses and suckles on her clit, and I'd repeat. As her pussy flooded (she gets very wet), cum came pouring out. She warned me she was cumming, and I pressed my lips between her labia and around her hole, sucking gently and rubbing her clit with my fingers. I was rewarded with a mouthful of goo, which I swirled in my mouth like a wine taster, savoring the delicious taste. Although she had made great strides, I didn't think she would be receptive to a creampie-snowball. I gulped it down, but then she muttered, "kiss me". I helped her to sit up, then kissed her madly. Her tongue was deep in my mouth, searching for the creampie. I couldn't believe the almost complete loss of her inhibitions. "MMMmm," she said, kissing me still, "that was very nice. Wanna go up and take a shower and do it again?" I could only hug her in loving gratitude. This was a dream come true. We showered for a long time, kissing like newlyweds. She let me wash her body, then her hair, and held my face to her neck when I kissed her there. She washed me, cleaning my cock thoroughly. I was floored when she knelt and took my dick in her mouth. That was only the second BJ she'd given me in 16 years of marriage! She stopped before I came, claiming she wanted to save my cum for later, but still! Taking my dick in her mouth was a big thing for me. Not so much because it felt good, but because it signaled an acceptance of my sex organ. Standing and momentarily forming a string of pre-cum, she kissed me. I was excited to think I was kissing a mouth that had so recently sucked cock, but when she reached for the razor and told me I needed a trim, I was even more excited. It was an unusual feeling to have someone else shave my pubes. Normally, I keep myself smooth but for a 'soul patch' an inch wide above my cock, so I am used to being shaved. But it was weird for her to do, since I had always suspected she disliked my smooth look. She did a very thorough job on me, even removing the soul patch so I was perfectly hairless done there. When complete, she ran her nails over me, sending tingles through me. It felt incredibly sexy. Then, she smiled at me and suggested I "hop out of the shower and get the scissors and a couple new blades." When I looked puzzled, she asked, "you DO want to shave ME don't you?" I was out and back in within seconds. I washed her matted fur, then turned off the water. Using the scissors, I cut her pubes close. She was very helpful, moving her legs where I needed to gain access to her crotch. I collected the hairs before rinsing her, so that our shower wouldn't plug. Then I got out and flushed the droppings down the toilet, and got back in to rinse her. "Why don't you sit on the vanity?" I suggested, and she agreed. I set a towel down for her to sit on, then started the water running in the sink so that I could rinse frequently. I had dreamed forever of shaving Perra, and had written stories about it frequently, but here I was doing it for the first time. I was exceedingly cautious, since the Mach III blades I use are very sharp. I was very nervous, but soon she was smooth... slick even. I could see her pinkness, and it was very exciting. "Let's go to bed," she said, and we did. She had me lay on my back, then straddled my face to let me lick her now-hairless pussy. She was sopping wet (still?), and soon slid down to impale herself on my cock. It was easier to last this time, having had my first orgasm and her pussy now being slightly stretched. But it was incredible to feel her wet clit so clearly against my sensitive pubic mound. It was all I dreamed it would be. As I found myself rising to orgasm, she pulled off me and presented her just-fucked hole to me for inspection. It was open still, and I could see her glistening wetness inside. I moaned, and then she settled her pussy on my face again. I felt her fingers begin to fondle her clit, and my mouth joined them before returning to licking her insides. She soon came, sitting on my face. Then, when she calmed down, she slid back down to take my cock inside again. She leaned over and kissed me passionately, not at all bothered by how recently I had licked her pussy. In fact, her kisses were like an animal, savage and raw. She was like another person, someone who liked sex! She fucked me for a while, then slid back up to cum on my face again. This time, when she took me into her pussy, I came quickly. She continued to fuck me, telling me that she was going to sit on my face and let me clean her while she cleaned my cock. I was to keep as much cum in my mouth as possible, because she wanted to share. With the hot imagery, it took a while for my erection to subside. When it did, she kept her word. I had my first 69, with Perra cleaning creampie from my cock. Since we had fucked for so long after I came, my cock and pubes and balls were coated with cream. Her pussy was drenched in it, and when she knelt and leaned over me, it squeezed out as I watched. Good Lord! I caught as much in my mouth as I could, feeling myself getting hard while she suckled me. I couldn't believe how hot I was. I was getting hard again! When I was hard enough to penetrate her, she reversed directions again and sat on my pecker, then leaned down to kiss me and share our cream. My mouth was full of the gunk, and she had some coating her lips. It was the most pleasurable, most cum-centric fuck of my life. Again, she slid off me to let me lick her pussy, but this time she immediately formed a 69 to clean my cock of our juices. Then she laid on me and we kissed again as I entered her soaked box. Talk about hot! Before disengaging again, she told me she wanted to try something new. I asked her what, thinking it was almost as good as sex could get. "I want to try 'doggy style'" she told me. I was surprised, since we had always enjoyed either the missionary or woman-superior position. But I quickly agreed, and she got on her hands and knees. We both groaned as I pushed into her. I fucked her nice and hard for quite a while. I could feel sloppy wetness coating my legs and hers, as it dripped down. "I never knew this would feel so good," she moaned, her hands massaging her clit, pressing it against my pistoning shaft. "It feels great, "I grinned, feeling like a porn star for once in my life. I paused, sliding back so that I could eat her pussy for a minute. I took a quick slurp of her asshole, which made her gasp then moan. She had always warned me away from her butthole. I wondered who this new woman was that I was fucking, because she sure didn't seem like my wife! I leaned over her and began kissing her bristly nape. I loved the weight line she had; it was part of my kinky fetish. Lost in the world of her bob, I heard her say something. I pushed back, asking her to repeat herself. "I said, I wonder if I could request something, and you wouldn't think I was being too weird." "God, I love you so much, you could ask anything," I said with feeling. "OK, so when you feel like you are about to cum..." she paused, as if not sure she wanted to continue. "Yeah?" "I wonder if you would cum all over my nape and then lick it off?" She said it quickly, as if blurting it out. "You serious?" I said, thinking I must surely have misheard. It was too good to be true! "Will you?" she asked. I felt her begin to shove back at me, and at the same time trying to squeeze my cock. "Oh God yeah," I moaned, overcome. I had to cum right then! I pulled out of her, pushing her forward and into the bed. I slid up and pointed my cock at her nape, stroking madly. I shot my load onto her nape, sticky strands coating her and splashing into her longer hair and weight line. It felt so deliciously kinky, and it made me feel so damned loved, to share this with my bride. She was feeding my fetish, at long last! When I stopped shaking, I slide back down to lay on her and nuzzle her nape. She struggled to sit up, because I was crushing her. I let her up, and she got on her knees, letting me hug her. She guided my hands to her pleasure points, covering them with her hands and instructing me as I licked her nape clean of my cum. "Put your cock between my cheeks," she instructed. "Pretend to assfuck me." 'What now?' I wondered, delirious in pleasure. I rocked my limp dick back and forth against her asshole, while her hands instructed me to rub her clit and my mouth paid attention to her neck. In moments, I felt her begin to shake, and she kept shaking for a long while. Finally, she fell over, collapsing in post-orgasmic exhaustion. Again, something nagged at me. I looked at the clock: 3:15! "Honey," I said in a panic, "we need to pick up the kids from school!" "MMmm," she said dreamily. "No we don't. Junior is going home with Matthew, and Sophie is going home with Chelsea. We don't have to pick up anyone; we have the house all to ourselves." "You thought of everything!" I said in appreciation and gratitude. "I thought of you," she said, sleepily. "Now turn on General Hospital and let's take a nap. We need our rest if it's going to be a long night." I flipped on the TV, tuning into the soap opera. Then I lay next to my wife, my suddenly loving and giving wife, and listened to the problems of other people until I dropped off. My problems were forgotten. PART 2 My newly found happiness allowed me to fall into a deep restful sleep. I had a very pleasant dream, full of hearty sex. I dreamt Perra gave me a long slow blowjob, frustrating in that she did it so slowly that my need to cum grew and grew without exploding over the top. My frustration and extreme hardness became almost painful so that I began to wake. As my head cleared of post-sleep grogginess, I began to realize that my wife was slowly sucking my cock. How much of my dream was dream? I had almost feared that the satisfying sex was all a dream, but here she was giving me another blowjob. "I love you," I told her. "I love you too," she said, letting my cock slip from her mouth. "I hope today proves it." Smiling, she pushed me flat onto my back, then mounted me. Her pussy was extremely wet, and felt so good. She was sat still, massaging her clit and infrequently squeezing me with her pussy muscles. "Today has been perfect," I said. "It is everything I've dreamt about." "I know," she said. "You did send me all those letters," she pointed out. I had sent her hot fantasies early in our marriage. Then as the sex faltered and finally stopped, I sent her pleas for sex, begging her to fulfill me in the way I needed. Since nothing had ever happened, I assumed she had thrown them away, unread. I thought about how nasty my fantasies and pleas had gotten, and wondered if she planned to do everything. That thought almost made me cum on the spot. "Don't you cum!" she warned, pulling off me. "I want to see how long I can keep you on the edge without letting you orgasm." It was an idea I had expressed many times. Now that she was doing it, I wondered if it was a good idea; my cock hurt already from the extended erection. She went back and licked her juice from my cock. "Damn that's sexy," I said. "What? Licking your dick after you've been in me?" she wondered. "Yesssss," I said, shuddering a little as her tongue swirled around the ledge beneath my head. Her lips wrapped around my head, and she swirled her tongue around, getting it very wet. She pulled off with a wet smack. "I bet you like the thought of me licking juices," she posited. "I bet you'd like to see me eat another woman." "Oh honey," I said, not quite answering. I didn't need to. She knew she was right. "Would you like to see me with another man too? Maybe another couple? My face in her pussy while he fucks me?" "Damn!" I groaned. That was one hot image! In my fantasies, I joined a couple, servicing them both. But her verbal explanation made the scene appear vividly in my imagination. "Well, not today," she said, leaving the option of another day hanging out there. "But maybe?" I gasped. My balls were churning. "Maybe," she allowed. Wisely, she stopped touching my cock. I was ready to explode and further attention would cover her face in cream. She moved up and began to suck and nip at my nipples. "Maybe you'd like me doing this while she sits on your cock?" "Yessss," I said. "That sounds so sexy! Ow!" Her teeth pinched my tender little nipples too hard, causing me pain. As she sucked it, the pain went away to be replaced by a burning pleasure. "And every so often she'd pull off and let me clean her juices from your cock?" I could only moan in response. "Maybe I'd lick her a little before she sat on your cock again. Like this," she said, licking my nipple like an ice cream cone. Then she swirled around, finally pressing her tongue hard, as if shoving it into the fantasy woman. I could picture her splitting the woman's pussy open, muff diving deeply. "Perra, you are driving me wild!" I said. My cock was bobbing up and down, convulsing in a need to cum. I was drooling a big puddle of pre-cum. "That's the idea," she giggled. She switched to my other nipple, having made the first completely erect. It was a very weird feeling. "What would you do while I eat her pussy?" "I'd watch," I said honestly. I reached out and touched her sexy clipped nape. "And I'd rub your neck." "That feels nice," she said, stopping so that she could concentrate on my attentions. She moaned a little as I ran my fingers over her bristles, then up past her weight line and into her longer layer. "Thanks for cutting your hair," I said. Of everything she had done today, this was the most meaningful. Not only had she done it for me, but it was a highly visible display to those who knew my fetish. Her friends would know she'd cut it for my sake. In a lot of ways, a woman's hair is a picture of her self-image, and that image now included me. "I love you for it," I told her. "I know," she sighed happily. Then she roused herself and began to kiss my nip while I still stroked her hair. She worked it into an erection too, blowing on it and then the other. They ached in a most pleasurable way. "What else would you do while I eat Caren?" she asked. Suddenly, she had put a name on the fantasy woman. Caren was one of the women I suspected would enjoy a nice foursome. It was highly plausible Perra could talk her into some swinging, if she even needed convincing. Now I could clearly picture Perra between Caren's legs. It was a great picture! "I'd eat you, but I'm afraid it'd block the view," I said. "How about if you suck Mike, since he's been fucking me?" she suggested. Good Lord! Now she was stroking my bisexual side too. Mike was Caren's husband. I groaned, sexual energy pouring over me as Perra opened another long-closed door. Admitting my bisexual urges to her several years ago had been hard, especially knowing she'd reject them (which she subsequently did). Having her now using those urges in a fantasy was a big switch indeed! "Hold on," Perra said, hopping off the bed. She went into the closet, and I heard her rummaging around. She returned with my "toy box", which was actually an old Lands End nylon briefcase filled with my private sex gear. Perra had cringed at the idea of using sex toys, but now she pulled out my large life-like dildo, still attached to the strap-on harness. I'd used the dildo on myself many times, but the harness was used only in my fantasies. She detached the dildo from the harness, then hopped back on the bed and got on all fours over my head. I could look up at her flowing pussy while her face was near my cock. "This is the view you'd get," she told me. She reached back and let the dildo fall onto my lips. "Now suck Mike," she said, "get him ready to fuck me some more." She guided the dildo into my mouth, forcing in two inches of the 10-inch shaft. I nursed at it, getting 'Mike' wet, imaging his cock drooling precum. As if reading my mind, Perra pulled the dildo out and put it into the puddle of precum on my belly. She coated the head thickly, then brought the dildo back into my mouth. Now it was even more sexy, like I could concentrate on removing his precum before he fucked my wife. I was moaning wildly as I worked the dildo. "You're pretty good at that," she marveled. "Now, you take it and fuck my pussy like Mike would fuck me." She let loose her hold on the dildo and lowered her face to my hip. I gripped the dildo, and guided it to her opening. Then I slowly inserted it while sitting up to wriggle my tongue on her clit. Thankfully, she spread her knees farther apart, lowering her self so I could lay back and still tongue her pussy. While she whimpered at the size of 'Mike', I slowly pushed in the dildo all the way I could--it seemed to hit something before the last two inches went in--then pulled it out. I licked the union of the dildo and her pussy, cleaning the ample fluids off. Then I pushed in again, carefully judging the depth. I fucked my wife with the dildo, imaging another man was doing it. From time to time, I'd pull off and suck gently at her opening. Her juices drained out and into my mouth. As I pushed in the dildo again, I slobbered the juices onto her clitoris, bathing it. Perra loved it. She moaned loudly when I short fucked her opening, popping the fake dick's head rapidly in and out of her while I tongued her sensitive pleasure bud. Her moaning got loud and then she was cumming. I watched as her pussy clenched around the dildo, throbbing so damn sexily. Her orgasm made me hunger even more for my own. "Please let me cum," I begged when she fell off me and laid panting next to me. I repeated my request, more urgently, when her chest stopped heaving. "OK," she said, rousing herself. Then she picked up the fantasy again. "So if you cum in Caren, you want me to eat it out?" "Only if you give it to me in a snowball," I said. "I want to eat it out too," I pouted. "A snowball?" she asked. I explained that a snowball was when she kept cum in her mouth, and then shared it with me. "MMmmm, so if I suck off Mike, you'd want me to snowball you too?" Her eyes had a malicious gleam. "Yes," I groaned, imagining my new super-sexy wife bobbing on Mike's cock, her cute bob a-bobbin'. Unlike many guys, I hadn't spent much time imagining my wife with other guys. Not only had it not really interested me, since I was somewhat jealous, it seemed too far-fetched to even fantasize about. Now, though, it seemed almost plausible to think of her and another guy together. Shit! I didn't have to imagine her cocksucking for long. She moved into position and began to nurse at my cock. Holy shit, she was sucking me again! She seemed well past her distaste for hummers now. Even so, she wasn't very talented at it, not having had much experience. "More suction," I instructed, moaning loudly when she immediately sucked harder. My balls throbbed, wanting to shoot. "Now slide up and down on it, trying to get as much of my dick in as you can." Oh! It felt so good, but "Less teeth!" I cried out, when she accidentally bit on me. "Sorry," she murmured, after spitting out my dick. "It's OK," I said, "but it is distracting when everything else feels so good." "Hmmm, well maybe we should rent a sex movie tonight so I can see how to do it," she smiled, licking me. "Seems to me you said you wanted to eat me while we watched porn together." Yes, I had said that, about 15 years ago. She had quite a memory for my fantasies; it was a crime she hadn't acted them out until now. "No need to rent porn when we have a cablemodem," I told her. "You can show me what you mean, later," she said. "But now, you need to cum in my mouth so I can snowball you!" Wow! Saying that, she went back and sucked earnestly at me. She worked in almost my entire length, until I was at her gag spot. She held me in, sucking hard. Then she added the twist of jacking my shaft with her hand while sucking my head, and I lost it. "I'm cumming," I grunted. In the past, my declaration caused her to shrink away. Most often, she'd be handjobbing me, and when I came she shifted her hand so as to not get splashed. Now though, she kept on jacking me while sucking my head, keeping the pleasure up. Streams of semen boiled out of my balls and through my urethra, splashing into her mouth while she mumbled "uh huh, uh huh" as if she liked it. I laid flat, my chest now heaving. Perra pulled off me, moving to my face with her lips pressed tight. Oh God, she was going to snowball me! I thought about a story someone posted at my Yahoo group recently called "Sticky Lips", where his wife would go out into the parking lot and blow guys, coming back in with a "tight lipped smile". The wife would kiss him, shoving the cum into his mouth. That image came to mind with Perra's tight-lipped smile. She moved down as if to kiss me, but instead her fingers urged my mouth open. I laid there, my mouth open, in eager anticipation. Instead of bringing her mouth to mine, she let the cum drool out in a slobbery stream. Her first aim was poor, but soon my cum and her spit were pooling in my mouth. I wanted to get hard again, because this was so damn exciting. I had a mental orgasm when she finally brought her mouth to mine and kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth and swirling it around in the cum stored there. The racy moment then devolved into a very hot kiss and finally ended with a passionate loving kiss. The afternoon was totally about lovemaking, despite the torrid sex. She was finally, finally!, loving me in the sexual way I had always wanted. Our ugly past was now in the past, and I could forget the pain and longing and loneliness. I loved Perra with my whole being. I didn't think it was possible to love her more at that moment. "Well, that was fun," she giggled, laying her head on my chest and closing her eyes. "I'll say," I laughed. "I love you so much, Honey." "I love you too," she said, and then we were quiet for a long time. I thought she had fallen asleep, when she asked, "are you hungry?" "A little," I admitted. On cue, my stomach gurgled, which made us both laugh. "Why don't we take a quick shower to clean up, and then you can run to CiCi's and get us a couple pizzas?" "Sounds good," I said. Perra got up and I followed her into the bathroom. Again, I washed her head to toe, and she did the same for me. She surprised me by paying particular attention to my anus, which she had heretofore treated like enemy territory. Having her touching me there was strange, despite my years of longing for that touch. I got out of the shower first, toweling off. I went to the chest of drawers to pull out underwear, and she called out "no underwear!" I felt a twinge of excitement, thinking she was wanting me to be a little racy in public too. "Put on your gray gym shorts and a t-shirt." My gray shorts were a soft cotton, like a stretchy t-shirt. I threw them on with a Blood Center T I had gotten for donating blood (practically all my t-shirts were freebies from somewhere), then went downstairs to call the pizza place. I ordered two large pizzas, a pepperoni and an alfredo pizza. The alfredo pizza had a white creamy sauce--and maybe it was alfredo sauce--covered with mozzarella. I was told it would be fifteen minutes before the pies were ready. "Be back in twenty," I yelled upstairs to Perra. I drove first to the grocery store, where I bought roses for Perra. It was now nearly 6:00, and people were getting their evening meals, so checkout took a while. The pizzas were ready when I got to CiCi's, and I got home 25 minutes after I left. Perra was in the kitchen when I entered. Her hair was wet, slicked straight back except for her bangs, which were curled forward to play up her pretty blue eyes. The mass of wet hair really emphasized her weight line and clipped nape, making me horny despite how severe it appeared. She was wearing strappy high-heeled shoes that she had bought for my benefit years before, and had only worn once. Other than that, she was nude. I couldn't help but stare at her bald pussy, which made her laugh. "Down boy," she smiled. "I'm hungry!" I said, licking my lips and still staring. We both laughed at the cheesy double-entendre. "Then let's eat!" she said. We opened both boxes on the table and enjoyed a couple slices from each pie. I didn't want to get overfull, so I slowed down. Seeing me pause, Perra said, "Get me a Shiner?" I went to the fridge, returning with a long-necked Shiner Bock. I twisted the top off, and handed it to Perra. She took a long pull, gasping for air. The cold beer sounded good, but I didn't want a whole one. "Can I have a taste?" I asked. "Sure," she said, holding out the bottle, then suddenly pulling it back. I was puzzled as she slid the pizzas aside, then got up to sit on the table. She had a mischievous smile, and spread her legs. I watched astounded as she put the bottle to her pussy, and slid it in! The long neck went a couple inches into her pussy, and she slowly pumped a couple times. Then she handed it to me, telling me to have a good taste. "Damn, honey," I said, putting the now-tangy bottle to my lips. It tasted of pussy and beer; what a great combination! "Like the flavor?" she asked. I told her I loved it. "Then maybe you'd like some pizza?" "I'm kinda full," I said. Truth was that I could eat more, but I didn't want that sleepy feeling. Perra didn't believe me. I watched her grab a slice of pepperoni pizza and pull the cheese off. Then she smeared the slice all over her pussy, covering it with sauce! Daintily, she plucked a pepperoni slice off, rolled it up, and inserted it half-way into her cunt. Damn! "Damn!" I said. "Are you sure you're too hungry?" she pouted. Then she laughed as I dove between her legs. Like the eager slut I am, I licked at the sauce voraciously. I saw that the red dye used in the pizza sauce slightly colored her flesh, which made it all the hotter for me. I bit at the piece of pepperoni last, trying to fuck her with the little thing. Mostly, I was just shoving my face against her fleshy pussy. She gave me a second piece of pizza, this time actually pushing the tip into her juicy hole to get sauce inside. I took my time, trying to make her hot while I had my second slice. Perra had a seemingly endless supply of juices, which were seeping out of her continuously. I didn't think pizza eating could get sexier. "Hey, go into the garage," Perra said. I was puzzled, but did as she instructed. I waited until she called me back in a minute later. She was still sitting on the table, but now here knees were closed. "What would you do if you came home from work and found me like this?" She spread her legs, revealing that she had wiped several slices-worth of alfredo sauce onto her pussy. "What if I had been fucked by four guys and left this for you?" The alfredo sauce looked just like sperm, globby and sticky, covering her crotch and inner thighs. There was sauce smeared thickly between her lips, looking for all the world like a creampie. "Oh God," I muttered, pulling a chair over to sit down and begin cleaning her from her "gangbang." "Yeah, clean their cum from me," she whispered, humping at my face. "Eat me like the slut you are." She put her heels on my shoulders, then pulled them off and said, "Take your clothes off." I quickly shuck my clothes, and sat down. She put her heels back on my shoulders, which dug into my muscles deeply as she resumed humping my face. The pain was wicked, but it sure stroked my submissive side. I rose quickly towards orgasm until I was moaning hard. "You are so fucking sexy," I muttered. "Mmmm, thanks," she said. "Would you really clean my pussy if other guys left their cum in me?" Her tone implied that she thought the idea was hot too. That made me think. Would I? Part of me said "yes, fuck yes," but the other part worried over death and disease. "Maybe," I concluded, "if we knew them well." "Oh, so if it was the guys from our Sunday School class, you'd do it?" she laughed. That kinda took the zip out of the moment, because it seemed so improbable. "But what other guys do we know well?" she pointed out. It was true; I had devoted so much of my life to my kids and family and work, that I hadn't cultivated a group of close male friends. "Maybe I should make some friends," I said, continuing the fantasy. "Maybe you should," she said. Then she grabbed my head and pushed it hard against her pussy. I was getting alfredo sauce on my face, but I didn't care. This was hot! Suddenly, she pushed me away. "Go get on a condom. We need to keep your load so you can eat a gangbang's worth at once." I flew up the stairs to get the sex bag where I keep my condoms. It wasn't there! "Honey, where's the toy bag?" "Down here, you fool!" I could hear her good-natured laughing. I flew down the stairs twice as fast, arriving in time to see her putting on heavy red lipstick. I only stared, feeling my balls twitch. "Do you like it?" she smiled. "Hell yes," I said enthusiastically. Her blood red lips and slicked back hair made her look like a butch dyke. I realized then that her hair wasn't wet; it was held back with gel or something. She watched me seductively, then peeled back the cheese on the last slices of alfredo pizza. She wiped as much sauce as she could off, then smeared it onto her pussy. She was very messy looking! "C'mon," she purred, "you're the last guy at my gangbang." I scampered over as she got one last fingerful, and put it in her mouth. Hurriedly, I pushed into her as she pulled my face into a alfredo snowball. The illusion was very real. I cupped behind her head with my hand supporting her head as I fucked her as hard as I could. I felt her pushing against me, urging me to go deeper as I slid in and out. With the strong gel, her hair was rigid and her weightline felt even more pronounced as I fondled her nape. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, but when she moaned, "fuck me as hard as Grady did," I lost it. Grady was my boss! "Grady left a big load for you at the gangbang," she panted, totally into the fantasy. Then it was my turn to give her a big load. Problem was, the condom captured all the cum, so I couldn't feel her insides getting sloppy. But knowing I was going to eat it later made it stronger all the same. My balls felt like they turned inside out as I kept cumming into my faux gangbang wife. I pulled out of her before I softened, and fell across the table next to her. I panted hard, exhausted. That had been a hard cum, and I felt so satisfied, physically, sexually, and emotionally. I closed my eyes, wanting to rest. "Feel tired honey?" she asked, hopping off the table with a click of her heels on the tile. I murmured I was. "Good, then give me your condom and stay there while I get ready." Ready? For what? Still, I was drowsy and did as she said. I barely got up enough to turn and follow her with my eyes. She tied the condom into a knot to keep the fluids in, then put it in the fridge. Next, she went to the toy bag and pulled out a couple things. Noticing that I was watching her, she showed the items to me: the dildo harness and small 'starter' dildo. The she smiled pretty damned evilly. Trembling in anticipation of my oldest fantasy fulfilled, I watched intently as she seemed to move in slow motion. She put the harness on, sliding one leg through the sturdy leather straps, then the other. Then she pulled it up and belted the front buckle. She tightened the leg straps, and it was on firmly. This harness features a small prong that sticks out, to which the implements are affixed. She aligned the hole in the didlo, then slid it onto the prong. She held the dildo like a man holds his dick to pee, smiling privately at the sense of having a cock. Then she looked up at me through her bangs, her eyes finding mine. Oh God, she was beautiful! She stepped to the pantry, and she pulled out the big can of Crisco we had formerly reserved for french fries. "I have Slippery Stuff in the toy bag," I pointed out, all weariness now gone. "I know," she said, advancing on me, "but this seems nastier, doesn't it?" She set the big can next to me, then continued to the garage. I was puzzled until I saw her returning with a couple pairs of the latex gloves I kept for when I was put finishes on woodworking projects. I couldn't help but watch as she put on a pair of gloves, then reached in the Crisco. She had a handful, which she smeared onto the dildo. It was heavily coated with white grease, and she stroked it. "This is a pretty powerful feeling," she told me. "I might get used to this." "Ohmygod," I moaned. I still had not the slightest erection, but I was mentally cumming like crazy. "Put your chest on the table, and spread your cheeks," Perra ordered. As I did, I realized this was a scenario from one of my stories to her. She was going to take me, use me, fuck me. I knew what was going to happen, and I couldn't stop shaking. I had written the scene for her so many years ago, and I had lost all hope. Now it was coming true. I felt her finger penetrate me, forcing my willing asshole open. I hadn't played with the toys in ages, having lost the thrill when I thought my fantasy had no chance of coming true. Her finger wedged into me, opening my butt, paining me slightly. I knew I should relax, but it was damn hard in my excited state. I had thought that she would be tentative with me. She had never really touched my asshole before. I thought she would feel the taboo, hesitating as she explored. Instead, she plumbed me with great authority, corkscrewing in and out with her finger. I felt my psyche sliding more into submissiveness as she became more overtly dominating. This was so pleasurable on so many levels it is hard to describe. "Are you ready?" she asked. "Oh honey," I moaned, not really answering the question, but she knew what I meant. I felt the tip of the dildo against my dilated opening, and then she slid it in. "Damn," she giggled, "its really greasy back here." "I'm sorry," I apologized, although it was in no way my fault. "Don't be," she giggled again. "I think it'll make it easier to really fuck you." Accordingly, she pressed her hips to my buttocks, then began to just plain fuck me. I mean, she humped me like a hound on a sexy leg! The problem was that I was so greasy, I couldn't really feel the pleasure of it sliding in and out. But soon the Crisco began to melt, dripping down my leg. The loss of the grease increased the friction, making it far more pleasurable. I let out a groan of pure pleasure, even though I was still not getting erect. "Does it hurt?" she asked. "Fuck! No!" I grunted, loving the pleasure so much. "Good," she said, "because I'm switching to the big one." I had three dildos: the small one that went with the harness that she was using, a big 10" x 1.5" one that also fit the harness, and a huge 12" x 2.5" diameter one that was soft, shocking pink, and had enormous balls that formed a base. It didn't go in the harness, but I could sit on it and it felt damn great once I got used to it. She pulled out of me, and I felt a great rush of grease slip out. "Gross!" she exclaimed. "Go use the toilet while I get the next one ready." She was already pulling the latex gloves off. Dutifully, I went into the potty and excreted the grease. I felt my asshole, cringing at how hot it was already. I would be sore very soon. By the time I left the bathroom, Perra had the new dildo attached to the harness. She led me into the living room and at her command, I knelt in front of her to begin sucking her dick. My first task was to get it slippery with saliva, and then I bobbed on it, sucking madly. I had never felt more submissive, kneeling before my loving wife and giving her a nice blowjob. I had never loved her more. "I want you to keep my dick in your mouth," she said. I looked up at her, nodding my acceptance. "Good, because I need to say some things and I don't want you interrupting." Her commanding tone stroked me, and for the first time I began to get hard again. "First of all, I know you have needs and I know now how I have been neglecting them. I've gotten all your emails. And letters. And notes. But I never really thought about how much these things meant to you. I know I have been selfish, and I am sorry." Despite her command to keep the dildo in my mouth, she pulled it out and leaned down to kiss me deeply. "I love you honey. You must know that now." "I do," I said, chancing to speak. "Shhhh," she smiled, and stood upright to stick her cock back in my mouth, then she continued. "I don't know what all you need, but I want you to know that today is just the start. I'm going to work hard to be the wife you want and need, and I am going to read your emails and letters and notes to see if I can't figure out what you need. I know you have a submissive side, and I have liked trying out this domination stuff. So that will be part of it, I am sure. I will also keep my hair cut like you want, and if you are a good boy I'll let you buzz my nape between visits to the salon. Would you like that?" I could only moan. Smiling, she began to move her hips, fucking my mouth. "Tell you what," she said, "you said we could find some videos on the 'net on how to cocksuck. How about we both watch and learn?" She pulled the cock out of my mouth, picked up the toy bag, and took my hand to lead me upstairs to the den. She sat at the computer and I sat in the chair off to the side. I could operate the computer because we have a wireless keyboard and mouse. I started up Xnews, and navigated to an erotic multimedia newsgroup. There were 29000 files there, comprising several hundred video clips. Of particular interest were a series titled "Gag Factor". I instructed Xnews to download several of these, launching them when they were downloaded. It only took half a minute for the first to come up (gotta love cablemodems!). Series are often labeled something like "Gag Factor 6 - scene 1a", with the parts of one scene running from "1a" to sometimes "1k" or so. I always download the 'b' part, since the introductory bullshit is over and the action is heating up. I can see if the actors suit my fancy. So I'll download 1b, 2b, 3b, etc. In this case, I struck paydirt right off the bat. The "1b" part featured a cute asian girl with a sexy bob and bangs, having a guy forcing her to take his cock in her throat. "This isn't exactly lovemaking," I murmured, "and I don't think I could ever force you to do this." "No, but I can see myself forcing you," Perra replied, clearly fascinated. Boing! My erection went to full strength. I quickly closed the video window ant Alt-Tabbed back to Xnews. I queued up parts 1a and 1c, since that completed scene 1: I needed all of that cute girl I could get! Scene 2b popped up then. This one had a blonde, wearing her hair in cornrows and beads. She didn't interest me so much, but Perra liked the scene. First she gagged on the cock, then she hawked up a mouthful of saliva, then she was put on a bed on her back with her head hanging off so that the guy could fuck her throat at will. I fast forwarded to the end (it was a 5-minute clip and we only had 30 seconds to preview it before 3b popped up), and Perra instructed me to get part 2c too. The other scenes (3b to 7b) were similar enough to not warrant super attention. When 1a came on, beginning to complete scene 1, Perra rolled the deskchair back and told me to start sucking her cock while she watched. "Put on a condom first," she instructed, seeing my erection when I stood. 1a and 1c didn't really interest Perra, since I was attracted to the scene primarily by the pretty bob. But she loved scene 2. She watched 2c several times in its entirety, where the guy spent minutes just fucking her face as she began drooling saliva. The scene ended with her getting a huge load in her mouth, which then dribbled out and into her nose. It was pretty extreme, and I knew she wasn't watching it thinking that she wanted to try it. She had designs on me! Perra took the keyboard and mouse and checked out other videos. She was drawn to a series entitled "Strappin' it on and shovin' it in", which were Femdom videos featuring guys taking the strap-on. My wife was getting rapidly educated in using me. "Come on," she said finally, "let's go to bed." We went across the hall to our master bedroom, where she took off the strap-on harness. We laid on the bed, kissing madly. When we had switched to a Dominant/submissive mode during dinner, we hadn't abandoned lovemaking. Some people can't understand that D/s is about loving each other enough to give what is needed. I never felt more loved when Perra finally took control. It had taken a lot of love for her to assume that role, to do something so boldly different than she had done before. I hadn't felt that kind of love from her, honestly, since we were married. Today some dam had burst, and was filled with emotion for her. I couldn't imagine anything better than kissing her right then. Of course, she had other ideas. "Did I do OK?" she asked, peering at me with those pretty blue eyes. "Better than OK," I replied. I kissed her. "You gave me the greatest gift ever." "It is kinda fun when you get used to the idea," she smiled. "It made me really horny!" "Really?" I said, reaching down to touch her soaked pussy. It was sopping wet! "Want me to do something about it?" I asked. "Mmmmm, yes," she sighed. On that cue, I began to slide down. "Wait. Stop," she said before I got too far. "From now on, I want to sit on your face when you lick me, unless I tell you differently. OK?" "Oh, God," I moaned. I had begged her before to sit on my face. I loved that position, with her in control and her pussy my entire world. Until today, she had resisted being on top. Why, I wasn't sure, but I wasn't about to ask then. The fact that she had asserted some firm control really enhanced the allure of the situation too. I didn't realize it at the time, but she had begun altering our sexual life into what it would become. I scampered back up and lay flat on my back. She moved on top of me, and I had a brief view of her smooth crotch before my face was encased between her thighs. Her juices spilled out just as soon as I parted her with my tongue, and my mouth was flooded with her hot fluids. I tried hard to make her cum, and I soon succeeded. When she got close, she began grinding her muff on my mouth, then squeezed my head as she came. It was a very physical event, and frankly I loved it. "MMmmm, that was nice," she told me, "but I still feel like I could have another." Holy shit! My wife was now getting multiply orgasmic. She slid down me, and mounted my hardon. "Fuck me until you cum, and then I'll sit on your face again," she told me coolly. I sure dug this new dominant attitude of hers. Despite the fact that I had cum more this day than any other in my life, and despite the fact I was wearing a condom, I was primed to pop off soon after she sat on me. She fell forward, on her hands and knees as I screwed her. I marveled at her look, pretty blue eyes, blood red lips, and all. She was so beautiful, and she was letting me fuck her as hard as I liked. I came quickly, filling the condom. I wasn't even soft before she made good on her promise. She slid up and straddled my face, her just-fucked hole gaping open. There was no creampie, but she needed some attention anyways. As she suggested, her orgasm came quickly and she collapsed off me. "Gosh, that was just what I needed," she smiled. "Whew!" I got off the bed and slipped the condom off my shrinking cock. "You want me to put this one in the fridge too?" I asked. "Yeah," she said. "And can you bring me some water?" As I turned to leave, she asked me to come back. I returned and she quickly cleaned the residual cum off me with her mouth. She pulled me down to a quick kiss, then sent me on my way. I hurried down and put the load of cum in the fridge next to the other one. Then I made her ice water and hurried back up. She was still recovering from the last orgasm, and gratefully accepted the water. "Man, this strap-on thing she gets me ready to cum," she remarked. "Does this mean we can do it again?" I asked hopefully. "Count on it!" she smiled. "But I'm gonna research and see what I can do to make myself cum while doing it." I described a video I had on CD, where two women fuck a guy. The dildos they use were L-shaped, with the shorter leg going up their pussies. That gave them some vaginal and clitoral stimulation while they took the lucky bastard's mouth and ass. "Wow," she said, "that's sounds good. Leave me that CD and I'll watch it. I'll see what else is out there too." I was thrilled to hear her thinking about making it such an active part of our lovelife. "So, how do you feel?" I asked. I wanted more, of course. I never wanted this day to end! "A bit tired," she admitted. She saw I was ready for more, despite the fact that my next erection was a long while away still. "Why don't you show me that you can take that bigger dildo in your butt?" Now, I have an very long and wide exhibitionist streak, so putting on a show was very exciting for me. I detached the dildo from the harness, and licked it to get it wet. Then I sucked it. I had deep throated it before, and I did again after a little practice. Perra oooohed and aaaahhhed, calling me a "good cocksucker". "Maybe I'll have you get Mike ready to fuck me," she commented. I wondered if she was really considering approaching Caren and Mike, or if it was hot talk. I wasn't sure anymore. She might do it! "Would you like that? Sucking a real cock?" "Yyeessssssss," I hissed. "A nice fat big one. While you watch." I might as admit the truth since she seemed open to the idea. "And then he'd fuck you?" she said softly. Her fingers were rubbing her clit again. "Or you," I smiled. "Maybe," she said, "but let me see you take that dildo. Now." She had a commanding tone that made me shiver with excitement. I got the jar of slippery stuff from the toy bag, since the Crisco was downstairs. She watched intently as I lubed my hole up, sliding my finger into my closed but loosened butthole. Then I added a second, and it was time for the dildo. I greased that up, and bent over to give her a better view of my backside. It took a moment to position it correctly, and then I pressed the bead into me. The dildo bowed with the strain as I forced the fat head past my sphincter. This initial thrust was always the most painful part. I grimaced out Perra's view, pressing harder and trying to relax until I felt the head sliding in. Then I got the wonderful rush as my anus was filled with the rubber dildo. "Ahhhhh," I moaned. "Does it feel good?" she asked, sounding doubtful. "You have no idea," I sighed. "It is heaven." "It looks so big!" "It is big," I replied. "Big and wonderful." I slid the dildo in all the way I could, then slowly pulled it back out. I felt my insides collapse, leaving me wanting to be filled again. I imagined it was what women felt when they were fucked. So satisfying to be filled, so needy when the cock withdrew. "What about the other one?" she inquired. "What other one?" "The big pink one," she reminded me. "The floppy pink one." It was made of silicon, so it was extremely soft and flexible despite it's huge size. "It doesn't fit the harness, so I have to sit on it," I said. "Damn," she said. Her fingers were flying over her pussy now, circling her clit like crazy. "You can take it though?" "Yes," I moaned, so turned on by the physical sensation of fullness and her overt interest. "Then maybe I'll see if I can find one that size that fits the harness," Perra informed me. The thought of her wielding that monster was unbelievable. She rolled off the bed, and put the harness back on. Time for a good strapping! At her command, I handed her the dildo and while she affixed it I rolled another condom on. She waited patiently for my fumbling fingers to put it on my semi-erection. When I was ready, she told me to cum and kneel before her. "Suck my cock and beg to be fucked," she smirked. I did as she asked, only too aware that the dildo I was sucking had recently been in my ass. It didn't taste of poop or anything; the greasy Crisco discharge earlier had pretty much cleaned me out. The thought of it was a headfuck though. I begged her earnestly to screw me. I pleaded and cajoled. Finally, she agreed to do it, but only if I first got mouth fucked like that braided chick on the Gag Factor video. A little afraid, I laid on the bed with my head hanging off. I gotta admit, Perra did a damn good job of mimicking the guy on the video. She fed me that dildo, and forced it into my throat. I regretted then that I had shown her my deepthroat skills. She face fucked me and I felt myself gagging time and again. She was happy though, amazed to watch the bulge of the dildo as it entered my throat. At one point, she held the dildo in my throat, so close to me that she smothered my face with her body. I fought the rising fear that I would suffocate. Finally, I pushed gently on her leg, hoping she'd pull out. She did, and I coughed up a mouthful of spittle that seeped into my nostrils and down my face to my forehead. It was gross! Perra, though, liked it so much that she tried doing it again. She was truly developing a nice knack for cruelty. Finally, she tired of that game, and had me stand up. "Bend over and hold your ankles," she said. Where did she get this stuff? I complied, and she pressed the head of the dildo against my sphincter. I shut my eyes tightly, preparing for the thrust. When it came, it was less painful than I imagined. She had lubed up again! Then I was filled with the glorious dildo, and she began sliding in and out of me. "I'm going to fuck you until you cum," she told me. "But don't you dare touch your dick." That meant it would be a long time coming, which I thought would be fine with me. We did lots of positions, trying to see which were her favorites. She liked me leaning over the bed, and she liked me on all fours. Didn't much like me on my back, with my legs over my head. Didn't like me sitting on her cock, sliding up and down, because she liked fucking me not the other way around. She liked having me on the bed, my hips supported my pillows, but she was afraid the friction of my cock rubbing the pillows would make me cum too soon. She liked being in the bathroom, with one of my knees on the vanity and having me suck the pink dildo as it sat on the countertop. I think she liked it the most because she said she was going to show Caren and Mike how I loved being a girl; she said I would suck Mike as Caren and her took turns making me squeal. We had a trip to their house (they live in Dallas, and we live in Houston) arranged over Memorial Day, and I began to really look forward to it. The plausibility was increased amazingly when I thought about all the wild stuff that she had done that day. Nothing seemed too outrageous, even having her make me a slut in front of Caren and Mike. Understand, this really rubbed some very long-held fantasies. She was giving my deepest fantasies voice, and practically saying they were OK. I felt such a giddy sense of validation, that my love for her poured out of me. And my cum poured out of me too. My balls hurt a lot when I came. Perra was fucking me and telling me how she hoped Mike was uncircumcised when I squirted the remaining glue-like sperm that I possessed. The heady sensation and euphoria was tempered by the feeling I'd been kicked in the nuts. I collapsed onto the vanity, begging her to stop and let me rest. Bless her heart, she peeled the condom off and took it downstairs to join the others in the fridge. She came back up with a glass of Bailey's on the rocks. She led me to the bed, and we snuggled, watching Leno and falling asleep. It was the best day ever. I slept like a baby. My alarm was turned off, the dog didn't need to go out, and the kids weren't pouncing on me to go for doughnuts like on a typical Saturday. I woke up slowly, becoming aware that my wife Perra was sucking on my erection. "Good morning," she smiled, then sliding onto my saliva encased prick. "Morning!" I said, cheerfully. I smelled coffee, and looked to see a cup on my nightstand. Now this was decadence: getting a hummer from a loving wife and all I had to do was enjoy it. Perra had started yesterday with no BJ skills at all but now she had me arching my back, loving her attention in a major way. That made me wonder about cumming, since I didn't have a condom on. "When I cum, will you snowball me?" Perra spit out my cock. "No, when you get close, I'm going to drain the cum from the condoms into my pussy and you'll add your load to my sloppy insides. Then I'm gonna sit on your face and you can see what I'll be like after I'm gangbanged. How'd that be?" Wow! "You better get that extra cum inside, because you're making me want to squirt now!" "No, you'll cum when I want you to," she smiled sweetly. "I am enjoying making you ready to cum." "But I'm ready!" I whined. My orgasm would be too delicious. "But I'm not," she said, firmer this time. "And you'd better get that self-centeredness out of your mind, because despite appearances, I am in charge." I was confused. "I'm confused," I told her. "You've had your day of fun, and now it's my turn. But instead of a day, I get to have a lifetime of fun. You said you want me to try Domming you? Fine. I will try, and I am starting now. You will not cum until I want you to. Understand?" I nodded. Perversely, the idea that she was controlling my orgasms now made me want to cum even more. At the same time, I was getting a major mental rush from not cumming. I was excited to follow her instructions. Such are the strange mental gymnastics of a submissive man. She perfected her cocksucking that morning, making me gasp at times with need. She even insisted I stroke her nape, which was borderline cruel. She never threatened me with anything if I gave in to my urges, but pride and a desire to serve kept me from cumming. Finally, she looked up at me with her blue eyes and told me to follow her downstairs. She led me to the kitchen, where I saw a pot of water with floating bags of condoms in it. She had obviously warmed them up. On the table were both the large strap-on and the huge flexible pink dildo. "Put on the strap on and fuck me," she told me. She laid on the table on her back, grabbed her legs, and spread 'em wide. I again did as I was told, feeling very kinky to be sporting a heavy rubber dick. I pushed in the tip against her flower, and slowly inserted it. She'd already been fucked by it once, but there had been times that even my smaller size had hurt her. She whimpered as the thing slid in, not so much from pain as from need. I found she was incredibly wet, covering the dildo instantly with her lubricant. I fucked Perra with the strap-on, aware that my use was only as a loving robot. I was giving her pleasure and deriving none of my own besides satisfaction. She came twice, squeezing the dildo hard while her fingers frigged her clit. After the first one, she muttered "keep going" through clenched teeth. After the second, she instructed me to stop. "Now fuck me with the pink one," she told me. I looked at it, comparing it to the already large one I just had pulled out. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yes," she moaned, picking it up and handing it to me. "I want you to see how stretched out I'll be when all your new friends fuck the hell out of me." Damn! I put the tip against her opening, which was still open and showing vivid pink inside, and pushed it in slightly. The head was the biggest part, and she stopped my progress a couple times. Slowly it went in until most of it was inside my wife. "Lick me until I get used to it," she moaned. I lowered my face and licked at her clit, feeling her jerk as if jolted by electricity. I kissed and licked her pleasure bud for several minutes before she told me to slowly pull it out "but not all the way." Then I was told to push it in slowly, and hold it. This went on for several more minutes, until the holding period was over and I slowly slid it in and out, fucking with the dildo my wife and knowing that her pussy was being stretched. Finally, she had me pull it out the way out. When I did, her cunt remained open. It looked like a very wet cave, dark and yet calling out for spelunkers. I moved in and stuck my tongue in, aware that she was barely touching it. She was that stretched open! Then I impaled her again, listening to her moan. She begged me to fuck her harder, and I did. Eventually, I got into a mode where I popped it in and out of her opening several times, then sank it deep and twisted it inside. After a minute of that, she came yet again. I envied her orgasms! "Pull it out," she panted. When I did, she told me to get the pot of warm condoms and then to wait in the garage. "How are you going to do it?" I asked, curious. "I'm going to use a pin to prick just the end, then squirt the cum into me like it was coming out of a toothpaste tube." I looked around. "What pin?" I asked. "Don't be an smartass," she smiled. "Get me a pin and then wait in the garage." I did just what she asked. I was sweating in the hot garage when she called me back in. She looked unbelievable. She was still lying on the table, her legs up. Her pussy was stretched and open, and I could see cum threatening to spew out. It really did look like yesterday's prudish wife was today's gangbangee. "My God!" was all I could think to say. "I hope you don't mind," she smiled, "but I've been letting your friends fuck me. I think they left a present for you inside me." "Perra, you are too much!" I said. She reached down and massaged the outside of her pussy. "Shut up and come fuck me. Then you get to eat the whole thing." I thought I could detect a purr of excitement from her. I was already hard and I had no fear in hurting her gaping pussy, so I just moved in and jammed myself home. It was like fucking yogurt. She was wet and sloppy, with hardly any friction. Part of me thought it was gross as hell, but the bigger part reveled in the fantasy of having my wife shared with other men. "Don't waste time," she counseled. "Cum in me and prepare to suck their cum out." I resisted as best I could, feeling my orgasm building. It was quiet except for the sounds of sex and our heavy breathing. "Jesus," she said suddenly, "I can hear how fucking sloppy I am!" I instantly became aware of the squishy sloppy sounds slurping out of her pussy. That sent me over the edge, but I kept moving in and out while I shot the entire contents of my testicles into her. I didn't even have time to catch my breath before Perra reasserted her dominance and demanded I lay down on the floor. Weary, I did as I was told. She hopped off the table and immediately sat on my face. But even though the motion was quick and direct, tablespoons full of creampie clopped out and fell onto my face and hair. I stuck my tongue inside her gaping maw, swirling my tongue around as if I was french kissing it. Too soon, she came and squeezed almost all of the vast creampie out. Then she collapsed onto the tile next to me. After the intensely sexual day we'd shared, it seemed very strange to return to a normal life. After the faux gangbang and creampie deluge, we had to hurry and pick up the kids from the friends we had stashed them. Perra and I took a quite shower, and she let me wash her hair. The we dressed and raced around the house to make sure no trace of sex was visible. We got the kids from the friend's, then picked up the dog at the kennel. Suddenly, life was back as it was. POSTLOGUE After that day, things really did get back to normal. In fact, to outward appearances, my sex life was worse. At my urging Perra subscribed to a FemDom newsletter called DOMestic, which is like a self-help group for Domme's and their slaves. Of course, I was forbidden to read it since she was learning about my special needs and desires. It's a wonderful resource for those who are lovingly committed to each other in a D/s relationship. After reading DOMestic for less than a week, things began to change at our house. First and most drastically, I was forbidden to masturbate. Well, not really, since I was told to get myself hard every day, but to not cum. That was a wicked blow, but I felt loved even more because Perra would feel my sack once in a while and remark at how nice and full I was getting. Then I was told to begin writing love letters to her everyday. Doing that it is hard to not fall more deeply in love. A big change in our boring sex life was that every time we made love, somebody got fucked. Most often, it was Perra, who loved having me squirt inside her then pretend it was someone else and "made" me eat it. Sometimes I'd fuck Perra with one of the dildos, and sometimes she would fuck me with one of them. She hasn't stopped mentioning her desire to watch me blow Mike. I was startled one time to hear her telling Caren about how I liked eating creampies, explaining exactly what that meant. I was shooed out of the room, so I don't know what else she told her. As I said earlier, we are planning on going up to their house in Dallas soon and now I am slightly nervous, fearful, and excited. So, in summary, I am having less sex than ever before, but I am having the time of my life. ***THE END*** Comments to creampiestories@yahoo.com gratefully accepted. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? LAUNCH - Your Yahoo! Music Experience http://launch.yahoo.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+