Wife gets what she really wants! Part 1

Part 1

My wife and I had been married for about five years before “the” event happened which changed our lives. I say “the” like it was something big, and it was in a sense, but really it was just the argument we had were my wife spelled out her real feelings for me.

We had been at the mall all day shopping. I had purchased a very expensive necklace for her hoping it might help me get lucky that night. You see she had not been interested in sex for quite awhile. The last two years had seen our sex lives go from mediocre to virtually non-existent. It had become quite frustrating to continually have to jack off to attain any satisfaction. So far she had never given me any explanation other than “she just didn’t like sex all that much.”

Well on the way out of the parking lot I first tried to put my arm around her. She rebuffed this feeble attempt at closeness right away. Then as we got in the car I tried to put my hand on her leg. Again she pushed it away. She further showed her lack of interest by moving her leg where I would have to stretch to reach it at all. She let out a frustrated grunt that indicated there should be no further attempts on my part.

“Honey, what’s the matter?” I asked hoping I might still be able to talk my way into some action later this evening. (Hey, yah never know…)

“Nothing.” She said coldly. Obviously there was something.

“Come on I know something’s bothering you. What is it?”

“Nothing, I said.” She replied still more coldly. As if that was possible.

“Meggan, I know when your not happy. It’s painfully obvious you’re mad at me or something. What did I do now?” I asked playfully.

“It’s not what you did…” her voice trailed off so that the next was almost a whisper”…it what you can’t do.” She finished.

Now make no mistake my wife is very attractive. About 31, she is tall at 5′ 10″. She’s has a little meat on her but not much. She weighs in at about 130, but trust me she wears it right. She has the prettiest shock of blonde hair I’ve ever seen on a woman. Not to mention breasts that are big, supple and attentive when excited. She wears a 38c bra and usually has trouble with em staying put. I may have messed up many things in my life but I sure as hell married right.

“What did you say? I asked, already knowing. I have excellent hearing and had caught every word.

“Nothing, honey. Let’s just go home.” She said flatly.

“No, I want to talk about this. I think I heard what you said. You said it’s what I can’t do that bothers you. What the hell does that mean?” I wondered ominously.

“Honey…I don’t think you want to have this discussion. Let’s just go home. I’m tired.”

“Yes I do want to have to this discussion. What is the matter with you?”

“You really want to know, Mark? Do you really want to know what’s bugging me?” She asked confident I wouldn’t like the answer.

“Yes” I said meekly, now wondering if I really did.

“Ok I’ll tell you. I guess I should have said something about this a long time ago. Look it’s just that…well I like you and all but…I just think this whole marriage thing isn’t working out. I mean it’s not that you don’t try. I know you do, and that’s sweet but I need more…from my man. More than I think you can give me.”

Ok I was mortified. Was she telling me she wanted a divorce? I couldn’t let that happen. This couldn’t be the end of it could it? I loved her too much. I resolved to do whatever she wanted right then and there.

“What can I do to please you? Whatever it is just tell me. I’ll do it!” I said practically begging her.

“Mark…” she began. Shaking her head, and flashing a patronizing smile “You don’t get it do you? I thought I might be able to be gentle with you…but I guess you’re not gonna take the hint. Look, a lot of this comes down to sex. You’re just not very good. I’ve tried to get into it for a long time but…look that little thing you call a dick is just too pitiful. There I said it! I need a real man with a real man’s cock! Not some little boy with such a… well such a little girly wee wee!”

Well I had asked for it. And there it was all at once. I couldn’t argue. I had always been a smallish guy. Small build, small frame, the works. Unfortunately for me that also meant a small dick. I could manage about 5″ when it was hard. When flaccid it was just downright pitiful. I should have known this was coming. I remembered my vow to myself not to loose her and shook loose the cobwebs.

“I’m sorry honey, I know I don’t have much down there but I try. I really don’t want to loose you. Please I’ll do anything for you. Anything you want. Please, I don’t want you to go. We don’t even have to have regular sex. I can just…you know, I can just eat your pussy out or something. You always said I wasn’t bad at that, right?” I stammered hoping this wasn’t going to be the end.

“Hummph…yeah, you’re not too bad at that. It’s true. That’s about the only thing that’s kept me with you since we first got married. Look Mark, I know you love me. I’m sorry about this. Really I am, but honestly I just don’t see how this can work anymore. Look I’ll just tell you. Before we married I was a big slut. I can’t tell you how many guys I’ve been with. More than thirty at least. I just love a man with a nice big dick. What can I say? I think we should just accept this and move on.”

“No, wait. Please…” I stammered desperate to find a solution that could keep our marriage intact. My mind raced, hoping beyond hope that I could find some way of talking her into staying “what if…” I couldn’t believe I was about to suggest this “What if I…let you fuck other men? I mean you could go out when you need to, and I could stay home and when you’re done you could come back to me. How does that sound”

She just looked at me. I could swear that her jaw almost literally dropped. She stared at me gauging how serious I was. After a minute she quizzically scrunched up her forehead.

“You’re really serious aren’t you? Look Mark. I don’t know about that. That wouldn’t be fair to you at all. Would it? I mean, I mean if I were to even seriously consider any kind of arrangement like that it would have to be on my terms. I could do whatever I wanted to whoever I wanted. If you ever threw a fit or tried to argue with me, you’d have to leave right then and there, no questions asked.”

I just shook me head yes. A bit dejectedly, realizing I might have kept my marriage intact in name only. She really was going to fuck someone. I had a feeling I knew who too. I kept that to myself for now.

“I could live with that Meggan. Anything to be with you.”

“Anything… huh? Look Mark I’m dead serious about this. My first instinct is that we should just divorce and part ways as friends. When I say I want to fuck, that means I’m going to be fucking a lot. I’ve got five years of lost time to make up for. Not to mention that I wouldn’t have much tolerance for you messing anything up or getting in my way. Basically from now on you’d have to do anything I told you to do, without question. And make no mistake I mean anything!”

Essentially she was telling me I would be her slave from then on. No “ifs”, “ands”, or “buts”.

“Ok, Meggan. I’ll do anything you tell me to without question. Just please don’t leave me. I love you.”

She chuckled at this. “I know you do Mark. It’s very sweet of you to say that. It really is. I tell you what when we get home I’ll give you one little last hurrah, before our new agreement takes effect, but I warn you I’m not going to give you any extra chances. You do what I say, when I say or you’re gone.”

“I will Meggan. I won’t fail you” I said resigned to my fate.

When we got home Meggan made good on her promise, though not as I had hoped. She informed me right away tha
t from then on anytime she allowed me to have “sex” with her it meant I could eat her pussy. She let me know my dick would never again touch her p
ussy. If it came to that she would buy a nice big strap on and let me fuck her with it. She was very adamant about this. No more girly dick for her! Would could I do but agree?

She also told me that I would be allowed to jack off occasionally but that my sex life was totally under her control from then on. I agreed again, totally at her mercy. It was then she decided to experiment a little just to test me I suspect. Just to see if I’d meant what I said. I had no idea how far she was going to take this but I was willing to do anything to keep her so I just rode it out.

She first dropped her pretty little skirt and plopped down on our couch. She licked her fingers and began to touch her beautiful little pussy, it was a very sexy sight, and I got hard immediately. I stood at the doorway across the room from her. She told me I should come closer on my hands and knees so I got on all fours and crawled to her from across the room. She didn’t wait to instruct me. She grabbed the back of my head and mashed my face into her luscious pussy. It was already dripping wet and it was all I could do to take a breath without smothering.

After many minutes of continually plunging my tongue inside her delicious pussy, and alternatively licking her clit in a steady rhythm she began to cum. She mashed my face into her musky softness even harder. I was afraid she was going to hurt herself with the pent up forcefulness of her rhythm. She moaned loudly and squeezed my head with her legs, applying pressure to it from all sides. I was in pure ecstasy. I don’t think I ever had such a wonderful experience with a woman since. After a few minutes which stretched out to be about five she slowed down and finally relaxed. I started to pull away.

“I didn’t tell you to stop…BITCH!” she said, once again asserting her dominance. I thought you said you didn’t mind me being in control?” I immediately put my mouth back on her pussy and resumed giving it the proper attention. She smacked my ass hard with her palm. I winced but knew better than to stop licking her dripping pussy. I just grunted hoping she’d understand that I was agreeing to her terms.

She began to run her fingers through my hair. “You were always a pretty good pussy eater. I’d forgotten that. Now let’s see what else you can do!” With that she pushed my head back out of her pussy and rolled over on her stomach so that she was kneeling over the couch. With one hand she spread her ass cheeks, and with the other she pushed my sloppy, wet mouth over her asshole. ‘Lick it real good too, bitch! Use that mouth good! She said feeling my tongue bathe her crack in lust.

This continued for another ten minutes. I flicked my tongue over her sensuous asshole, savoring its delicate smoothness, and longing to keep my face here forever, and I could have too, if her desires had gotten the best of her. She quickly flipped back over on her back and placed my face back in her pussy. She now instructed me to lick both her pussy and ass at once. Which I did without hesitation.

It was then that I noticed she had started to giggle. I wondered what she was going to do when suddenly I felt something very warm and salty splash onto my lips. Then a stream of the stuff splattered across my lips, tongue, and face. She started laughing at me as I realized she was pissing on me. This was something I hadn’t counted on at all. I didn’t move though. I just let her do it. Humiliating as it was, I still couldn’t bear to loose her by objecting to this new torment.

She relaxed after this and settled in while I continued licking her pussy. After another half hour of this she had cum a couple more times. When she finally had enough I realized she had more in store for me than I had bargained for. She told me since I had done so well. I could jack off on her pussy. I had to be careful not to touch her love organ with my little girly cock, as she had now taken to calling it, and I was. Even I knew that. It took me about a minute and a half to splash her delightful little love box with my juices. Just when I started to sit back she grabbed my head. “Where the hell do you think you’re going? You stupid bitch! From now on you are never to leave a pussy you are servicing dirty like this. Lick it clean!”

So I did. I slowly licked all my jizz from her pussy. At first I was hesitant, as I had never done this before. But by the time I was finished I had begun to appreciate the taste and smell, particularly when mingled with her own musky sweetness.

I spent the rest of the afternoon doing menial chores around the house for her. When I’d finished I was ordered to draw her bath. As the evening wound down I found myself scrubbing my wife’s smooth skin and caressing it with a washcloth. She even made me wash her hair and shave her legs. It seemed I was also to be her personal groomer.

end part 1