TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE
Copyright c JUNE 2002 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved
This may not be reproduced in any form or sold for
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All Characters And Events Depicted In This Are Purely
Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.
Story Content:(Cuckold, M+/F, MF, Impreg, FemDom)
WARNING: THIS IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY. DO NOT READ
THIS IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE
READING A FICTIONAL OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT
GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED,
PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED,
SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND
OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS.
TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE
TITLE: Don't Ask, Don't Tell
AUTHOR: C.D.E.
CAST:
Wife-Maria
Husband-Milford
My lovely just came in from an evening out. It's
3:30 AM. She nudges me to see if I'm awake. As I
acknowledge that she awoke me, she has me roll over on my
back, and as soon as I'm in position, I feel the heat,
smell, and wetness of her juicy drippy and gooey
surrounding and almost smothering my upturned face. After
a moment, I get my nose clear for proper breathing. I then
immediately get busy licking and the flowing and
draining juices running and oozing from her very wet, and
obviously very fucked pussy.
Tonight she doesn't provide me any hand pleasure to my
aroused prick. She seems only intent on grinding her
sloppy on my face as well as encouraging me verbally
to suck her pussy.
I tongued her off and she got two orgasms in the
process. She was very happy with my actions. Moments
later, she rolled off my face and fell asleep. She left me
with a face covered with smeared fuck slop, and the taste
of the same, that she and some made in her pussy.
I have to say that my vivacious and I have to
attribute the success of our 12-year marriage to the same
policy the US Military has applied to gays.
The philosophy in our marriage is rather simple. I
don't ask her about many of her activities and she doesn't
tell me everything that she does. That's not to say I
don't know about her activities. The truth is that there
is plenty of evidence to make me wonder about her
faithfulness.
She's quite a beauty. Slim to medium build
with 38C tits, a 24-inch middle and 36 inches of the most
provocatively shaking hips that's always turning heads.
This is all packed in a 5'6", 120 pounds frame.
Me on the other hand am a class A nerd. An
unpretentious one at that too, and not much taller than her
or anywhere as handsome and muscular as the type of
that turn her on.
Then you say, how did I attract such a knockout?
Well, I'm not totally sure myself. Well, don't let me lie.
I know why. It's because I adopted the "Don't Ask" part of
our current marriage philosophy before we were married.
You see I didn't ask whose semen was in her juicy
the first time she fed me her gloppy hairpie. Which
incidentally was the first time she let me lick her
too. She claimed she was that way from being so aroused by
my presence. She assumed I didn't know what a fucked
looked or tasted like.
My experience as a cream eater went back to the
time a cousin tricked me in to her fucked pussy,
several times after she came in from dates. I was nineteen
at the time. I was 22 when Marie served me up a fucked
cunt in my face.
I felt bad about being thought so little of, but the
absolute look of pure delight as I gave her that first
probing lick and then went in for full mouth to
contact was etched in my memory. I knew then I'd do
whatever it took to please her and keep her gorgeous self
mine - so I could enjoy that look, if for nothing else.
The taste of her creamy, semen flavored was
comparable in taste to that of my cousin, who didn't look
half as beautiful as Maria. However, the mere thought that
I could please such a beautiful woman was almost like an
erotic addiction.
It almost went without saying, we both knew my little
prick wasn't going to do the job of providing her the
sexual pleasure a woman like her wanted or needed. As
you'll later see she told me that size in that department
doesn't matter when there is love between two people. At
least not on me is what she meant, but very important on
her lover studs. Anyway, more to come on that.
However, while we were dating, and during our
engagement, she only permitted me tongue time in her juicy
snatch, which 9 out of 10 times always had some other man's
sperm in it.
She let me know that we were not to have full
intercourse until we were wed. However, I suspected she
was sleeping around and being a slut for several other
the whole time we were going steady and engaged. I said
nothing but thought of myself as the patient tortoise, as I
lapped and her sloppy slimy for over 8 months
prior to our wedding.
The wedding was beautiful, even if I say so myself.
However, it's still hard for me to believe today, some
fourteen years later, how much fuck slop I lapped and
sucked from my new bride's reddish inflamed pouting gash
before I even got her to the bridal suite.
It all started after the reception when we returned to
her mother's house to undress in preparation for departing
on our honeymoon early the next morning at 4:30 AM. It was
10:00 PM when we arrived at her mom's place.
Not long after we got there, about a dozen showed
up. They wanted to see Maria one more time. Many had been
at the wedding. I recognized them. Many had winked at her
she marched down the aisle. I pretended to not see their
supposedly sly actions.
I caught Maria on her way out of the bedroom to greet
them dressed only in a flimsy robe. It was obvious, she
was virtually nude underneath.
"Maria darling, I'll tell them that you're indisposed
now and that you're sorry you won't be able to..."
"Oh don't worry Milford dear, I'll talk to them. You
help in the kitchen while I talk to the guys." She
said as she blew me a kiss and walked away to see the noisy
group of men.
"B-But..."
"Oh don't worry about her. Come help me with the
dishes and stuff. You have to trust your new
sometime. Plus, we need to spend some quality time
together, son."
I blushed slightly at my new mother-in-law's words, as
she stood behind her daughter.
As my new mom-in-law and I washed dishes, rather loud
music and dancing could be heard from the room down the
hall where Maria and the uninvited guests -at least I
didn't invite them - were now apparently dancing.
Maria's repeatedly refused to let me leave the
kitchen and even blocked me from leaving on two occasions.
After the second time I obediently sat down to enjoy her
forced company as I worried about what was happening to my
scantily clad Venus of a new and more than likely a
room full of relatively well intoxicated men.
Maria's didn't seemed worried in the least.
About an hour later, Maria came into the kitchen where
we two were now looking at TV.
I was so relieved to hear and see her. At least I was
glad to hear her voice. When I did look around to see her,
she was holding her lips.
"Milford darling, from all that dancing with the
and thinking about you non-stop, my is over flowing
with love cream. Be a dear and suck it out for me."
"M-Maria! Your is present!"
"Oh go right ahead, she's told me all about how you
eat her pussy, er, love cream. You have nothing to be
ashamed of. You're with here. Go ahead and suck
that pussy, after all, it's legally yours now. She's your
wife, remember?"
No matter how much I tried to not do as my new bride
desired, the two insisted and persisted. It wasn't until
after a stream of viscous fluids began to run down her
inner thighs when the two women began to get a bit edgy and
forceful with me. It was also at that moment that my
entered the kitchen.
After a brief greeting, and a quick run down to her of
my shyness, she too was on my case. With the three of them
looking on, I was shamed into dropping to my knees and
performing oral extraction duties of what I, and I'm sure
everyone in the room, knew was a hefty load of from
one or more pairs of balls in the room down the hall. I
was suppose to be the naive one.
In a hurry to lessen my shame, I quickly slurped and
sucked and licked my new bride's obviously adulterous cunt.
Even I knew I was being treated even more terrible than
before. I decided to say nothing, after all, I had over
eight's month's invested in this relationship and I wasn't
about to loose my new bride on my wedding night even if I
had to compete my tongue against probably bigger and better
endowed dicks, just down the hall from me.
"Thanks darling. I knew you wouldn't want your new
bride dancing with other and have juice running
down her legs." Maria said as she kissed me on the forehead
and darted back toward the room with the blaring music and
probably more dicks and balls to be emptied, waiting for
her to return.
"You did good, Milford, I can see why my Maria is so
blindly in love with you. You suck good. Here's a
towel to wipe her love juices from around your mouth."
Maria's replied as she handed me a paper towel to
wipe the gooey gunk from my face.
"I've told him many times, when he's complained about
Maria only letting him suck her cunt, that the husband who
sucks his wife's real good, is a husband that holds
onto his through and then." spoke out
boldly, which caused me to turn a deeper red.
Mother and Maria's kept me occupied in discussions
while my new bride was down the hall partying. Maria
returned about 20 minutes later wanting more tongue action
from me. Again her was filled with "Love Cream" from
her thoughts about me.
I thought to myself "Give me a break", but it was
apparent that the three wanted me to repeat my earlier
actions, which I did. However this time the slime
was so viscous and mucky, my mouth seemed glued together.
The hot coffee I was drinking really came in handy to help
me to loosen it so I could it down.
"Bravo son, if you keep that up for your lovely bride,
you'll never have a need to worry about losing her."
Mother said.
"As long as you exhibit such tender loving care toward
my daughter, you'll keep her love forever." Maria's
added.
"T-Thanks." Was all I could think of saying at the
moment, as I was too perplexed about the surrealism of the
situation that was happening to me at the moment.
Here I was in the kitchen talking with my and
mother-in-law, while my brand new bride was down the hall
partying, and obviously, willingly, getting a train pulled
on her. Then when my new bride's gets too full or
sloppy, she brings it to me for refreshing so she can
present it to some other lucky big dick who only sees her
as a loose piece of ass, instead of the beautiful heavenly
body, I do. To further add to the bizarre situation, I'm
vacuuming her slimy fuck slot while both our moms are
looking on and applauding and encouraging me on.
Before the party was over and the un-invited guests
left, Maria made 7 trips to the kitchen and to my
mouth and slurping tongue. It was obvious the stuff she
was feeding me was filling, as I never got hungry and
didn't feel like a late night snack as I usually do.
Maria, claimed she was tired from dancing and went
immediately to bed after giving me a deep French kiss. It
was so obvious her breath reeked of jism, but I said
nothing.
For the three hours of sleep we were to have prior to
catching our flight, I slept fitfully. Maria slept soundly
as she lay beside me. Before we retired for our pre-flight
nap, my request for any kind of sex with her was soundly
turned down. "Wait until we get on our honeymoon honey,
don't be too anxious, I'll give you some. You've earned
it. But for now, get some sleep. I'm tired." She said
yawning. Seconds later, she was out like a light. All I
could do was look at her beauty all curled up next to me
and place my arm around my new slut wife, who I'd yet had
the opportunity to fuck.
As I laid there sleepy, but in a vexatious state, I
thought back to the past.
HOW WE MET
I met Maria at a church social. I'd just moved into
town after having graduated from college. I was working
for an established company in town. Everyone made the
assumption that if you worked for the company, you were
doing well. Anyway, I hoped that the saying was true,
because I'd been poor all through and I needed the
money to pay off loans and to buy clothes and a car and
such stuff.
Maria seemed completely out of place at the social,
but later found out that she frequently donated her time to
church activities. The first time I saw her, she was
serving food in a buffet line at a church dinner.
One of the church busy bodies whispered to me that
Maria was looking for the right to marry and that I
might just be the one. I assured her that my success rate
with women was almost zero. "Besides, with a that
beautiful, I'm sure she has plenty of better looking men,
and I might add, with more money than me, beating down her
door to take her out or to make offers of marriage." I
told the lady who was attempting to be Cupid.
"You place too much emphasis on looks and money.
A woman often doesn't place as much emphasis on that as you
think. Being there for her emotionally, may mean more than
all that other stuff combined.
"You seem to be a sweet that is not
pretentious or have a macho ego and thinks he's God's gift
to women. With a success rate of zero, does that mean
you're virgin too." The lady asked. I was totally caught
off guard.
"Ma'am, I-I didn't say that." My slight stammering as
well as the slight flush on my face caused her to smile, as
if she could see right through me.
"There's no need to be ashamed of being in that
condition man. It may be an asset. I'm going to put
a word in Maria's ear about you. Bye now."
I never got the woman's name and really never thought
much more about meeting. However, I did think about Maria
and how pretty she was.
To my utter surprise, a week later she called me at
home one Friday evening as I was settling down to the
beginning of another boring night and the beginning of an
even more boring weekend.
She apologized for being so forward to call me. She
had gotten my name from the woman I'd talked to at the
church last week. Maria was wondering if I could help out
as a chaperone for a church sponsored Sock Hop dance at the
Church gym that evening. The other fellow that was suppose
to be there had to cancel.
Well working the teen dance with her changed my life.
We had many things in common, The same type books, similar
TV shows as well as Stamp collecting. Her collection was
modest compared to mine, but it was delightful to know that
she was no dumb beauty.
One social led to another and then to dates and then
to another and so on and soon we were at the altar and
married.
Prior to us being married, Maria's policy that would
be no intercourse as she was saving that for our wedding
night. However to cool our passions when we were dating,
she ended up jacking me off and eventually, after we became
engaged, I went from being able to caress her with my
fingers to being able to tongue her to delightful orgasms.
As I was not that experienced sexually, she taught me
how to lick her pussy.
She'd revealed she was not a virgin but offered no
background on her previous lovers or her love and sex life.
I felt it better not to ask. After all, she always said
that marriage was like starting over with a clean sheet and
those two people make a clean start. I took that to mean
that we shouldn't pry into each other's past.
THE HONEYMOON
"Darling, you didn't last long, please do me a favor
and give me some of lovely tongue of yours to finish me
off." She asked of me after I'd finally able to put it in
my new for the first time.
Wanting to make up for my not being able to sustain
myself for an adequate periods of time to get her off, I
did as she asked of me, even though I'd never put my face
in a messy before. However I did so because I
assumed it was just our mess. However, as I tried to just
lap her clit, she pressed my head tightly to wet syrupy
runny and not only demanded I lick her but suck her
cunt out also. I could tell she was in the throes of
passion so I accommodated her seeing as how excited I was
making her. It's always a good feeling when a guy can make
a women feel good like she was responding.
I was pleased at my efforts and the fact that I gave
her two very rousing orgasms with my oral efforts.
However, as I was doing so, it dawned on me that she
seemed to have more whitish colored fluids that looked a
lot like semen in her delectable than I'd put in
there. I knew I could never shoot off the volume I thought
I ate out of her. I had a few glasses of champagne, but I
wasn't that mellow or tipsy, or was I?
"That was so delightful Milford darling. They say,
the type of love you make on your wedding night, you should
do it all the time. I want you to suck my from now
on after we make love." Maria said sweetly and in the
loveliest of voices.
I tried to respond before she turned over and went to
sleep. But the viscous nature of the slime from her
had my mouth so gluey I couldn't speak readily. I had to
wash the gooey slime with some champagne. When I returned
to bed she was sound asleep.
It had been a busy day for us and I was very proud I'd
been able to lose my virginity as well as give my new bride
such sexual pleasure that zonked her out so pleasantly.
We were too poor to have a proper honeymoon, but we
did go away for a weekend at a nearby resort.
After the wedding, and during our brief honeymoon,
Maria reiterated to me that she valued trust very highly in
a marriage.
"Milford, the lack of trust has ruined countless
marriages. I hope ours won't be one that is plagued with
us not trusting each other. As you know, on
their wives is much more prevalent than the other way
around. Because of that, I might be more questioning of
your activities. You should expect that, after all you're
a husband who will be out working and away from home more
than I, your domestic spouse. However, if you truly love
and trust me, you will accept my explanations, when and if
I decide to provide them, about my activities with my
friends." She told me.
"Isn't that a little one sided?" I asked.
"Dear, see you're already saying you don't love or
trust me."
I assured her I did and not wanting to cause a fuss
over what I was sure was just an inconsequential thing, I
told her that I would accept her outlook on things.
"Thank you Milford. Now so that you won't get upset,
some of my friends have said they'll be dropping by to see
how I've been doing since having my name changed to yours.
Some will be my boyfriends. They've asked if you are
the jealous type and possibly insecure and not trust your
new bride going out to lunch or dinner or dancing with
friends. I assured them you weren't that type. I told
them you trusted me completely. Was I wrong darling?"
"O-Old boyfriends... Dinner... Dancing?" I stammered
as I sat down to try and sort through what I'd heard my new
wife tell me. These were not inconsequential activities.
"Do you trust me or not Milford? That's the
question."
"W-Why yes Maria dear, you know I do, b-but y-you know
h-how other people talk a-and h-how easily rumors get
started. If I was along with you and your friends, people
wouldn't be so eager to..."
"No darling, you must trust me. I've already told all
my friends you do. If you're tagging along with me
everywhere I go, they won't think you love me, as love and
trust go together. Also, since they'd suspect you were
there to watch over me, they'd lose respect for you as a
modern husband. They'd see you as insecure in your manhood
not to trust me being alone with them. I've already
committed my word to my friends that you trust me fully.
Are you implying that I don't have equal rights in making
commitments in this marriage, or that you'll support my
commitments?"
The idea of my manhood coming into play made me re-
think what she was saying. Plus, I didn't want anyone to
think I didn't support my when she made commitments.
"I-I'm sorry Maria dear. I do trust you and I do
support your commitments. P-Please forgive me if-if there
was any hint that I..."
"You don't have to say anymore darling. Thank you for
being so understanding and your love and most of all for
your faith and trust in me."
A TRUSTFUL MARRIAGE
"Maria, you just kissed that and l-let him feel
all over your ass." I said in an alarmed tone as my
walked in the open front door.
"We were just saying goodbye and I thanked him for
dinner. Remember our agreement on trust? If there was
something to what you saw that threatened our marriage or
my love for you, I certainly would've have mentioned it to
you. Unless I do, don't worry in the least darling... or
for that matter, don't even ask me. Okay?"
"If-If that t-the way..."
"Yes darling that's the way I want it. Now let's
enjoy ourselves. Honey, I need your love so badly. Would
you please come suck my pussy? I really feel so sexy and
in need of your tongue and lips right now."
I did as she wanted. She didn't wait to go to our
bedroom, she just hiked her dress up and asked me to pull
down her crotch-wet panties.
Almost in a flash, she pulled my head in her very wet
and slick gamy muff. It was obvious someone had been
playing in her pussy. I could assume it was just fingers
having been put in there had it not been for the amount of
obvious sticky semen I was out and knew now by
taste.
I got her off. Actually she got off twice and wouldn't
let go of my head until she thoroughly ground her wet
syrupy muff tightly against my face for those two rousing
orgasms.
When I inquired about letting me put it in for a
quickie, she told me to save it for Friday night, our
regularly scheduled night for sex.
The above scene is typically repeated at least 2 - 3
times a week and virtually every Saturday night, after she
comes home from being out with one or more of her
friends.
I've met many of her friends, all of whom have been
men so far. They praise me for having such a beautiful
wife.
It's nothing for me to come in from work and find one
or more of them leaving. They always like to shake my hand
when they do so. Whenever I come home and are leaving
our house, no matter if they shake my hand or are waving
bye to me as they are backing our of our driveway, I know
my will have this burning desire for me to eat her
out. Since trust and love go together, I say nothing but
show my love by going down on her and doing my part to keep
my happy. I guess I should be glad there is nothing
going on that will threaten the stability of our marriage.
I assume if there was she'd tell me. So far, as she hasn't
said anything to me about it.
At our two year anniversary party, she presented me
with a present. It was a report from her OBGYN. The
report confirmed that we were 7 months away from having an
addition to our family.
A few days later, friends of hers hosted a party at
our home to celebrate her pregnancy.
The invitees at the party, which were friends of hers
and a few of my co-workers quickly applauded our good
fortune. I too was caught up in the moment. However
later, after I was sipping on my celebration drink and
kissing my inseminated wife, it dawned on me that for the
last three months I hadn't had regular intercourse with
Maria. During that time, she either had jerked me off as I
was her sloppy or we did a sixty-nine.
It was next to impossible to get close to her after my
celebration kiss so I could tell her that the report might
be in error. She was dancing constantly with our guests.
I guess there wasn't much I could say. After all, she was
the only woman present and it would be impolite for the
host's not to spend some time dancing with the invited
guests. I made a mental note to remind her next time she
gave me a surprise party to be sure and make sure she have
the bring their wives or girlfriends along.
To my total surprise, after talking to six of my
office mates, three of whom are and the others
single, I discovered my had also been out to lunch
with all of them and had dinner with several of them more
than once. They said she'd wanted to know more about the
work we did after meeting them at the office Christmas
party I took her to which was about six months after our
wedding.
"Yeah, Milford boy, she said she wanted to hear
about what we did from a different perspective than you
gave her. She really took an interest in what we and the
others did for the company. She had so many questions that
I know it took me five lunches and four dinners to address
them all." Spoke Kyle who was slurring his speech due to
the amount of champagne and beer he'd swigged down.
As I worked the crowd, my other co-workers had similar
stories and quickly praised me not only for my wife's
charming assets but also her interest in the operations of
our company.
I guess I should've been pleased, but all I remembered
from Maria was how boring my work sounded, even though I
brought home a decent paycheck. However, all the co-
workers she went out with were from the Marketing and
Public Relations part of my group. They were all gabbers,
and handsome hunks who were so slick and skillful, they
could make a pile of beans seem exciting.
During the rest of the party, she and one or the other
of the were constantly going into the kitchen and other
parts of the house. When I would try to find her to talk
to her, some the other would always intercept me and
want to talk. They were persistent and so as to be a good
host, I couldn't be impolite and desert them.
After all of the guests had departed and as we were
cleaning up, I let Maria know that it was possible that the
report was wrong about her being with child, due to the
fact that she and I hadn't had intercourse in over three
months.
"Oh no Milford darling. I'm certain. I've missed two
of my monthlies and I really feel like a mommie to be. No
darling, you're going to be a daddy of our baby." She said
as she kissed me and warmly embraced me before we went off
to bed.
As usual, she wanted me to kiss and lick and suck her
wet gooey snatch. Her kisses also had a similar flavor as
the stuff in her cunt, so I had a suspicion she'd probably
been cocks at the party too, while the others kept
me occupied. I said nothing of my suspicions, because
that's all they were. I had no real proof other than the
apparent I was currently digesting as I buried my head
in her very moist, warm, soft hairy crotch.
I knew if I continued with this line of questions, I
knew I was bound to conflict with the issue of trust, so I
thought it best to avoid that subject. Beside, it was
apparent whoever the was, she hadn't plan to leave
me for him. It appeared our marriage was safe. After all,
she did say it was "our baby" and that I would be the
"daddy". However, on further thinking, I realized she
didn't say I was the father.
TWO YEARS LATER
I came in from work early one day to see my lovely
Maria wearing only her bra, but it was off her tits, still
hooked but under her exposed luscious tits. She was
sitting on a towel with her legs spread slightly cocked up.
It appeared her was draining onto the towel she
sat on. She had a martini in her hand.
The other disturbing thing was that there were three
men in the room, one of them was my co-worker Kelly. I
remember him leaving work early.
The three gents were all nude and their clothes strewn
in a various piles nearby. It was apparent an orgy had
taken place in our front room.
"Hi honey, I didn't expect you home so early." Spoke
Maria as if nothing was out of place or wrong. "I took the
baby over to mom's for the afternoon." She added.
"O-OH, I-I see." I replied slowly still surveying the
room.
Kelly as well as the others also waived as well as
gave me with a casual verbal greeting. I almost couldn't
believe this. It was indeed surreal.
"T-T-The air conditioner a-at work w-went out. T-They
let us o-out early." I stammered nervously.
"Darling your timing is impeccable. My could
use a good tongue lashing and right now. C'mon over
here and do me please." My said as she spread her
vivacious legs and scooted her crotch up so that more of it
was exposed. The sight was unbelievable. Her usually well
trimmed bush was a total mess as well as coated with
glistening slime. I could see a ropy strand oozing out of
her stretched slit.
Judging by the size of the men's penises in the room,
it was apparent that she'd been well stretched.
"W-What? N-Now?" I stammered more in shock than
anything else.
"Of course. You fellows don't mind do you?"
There was an instant almost simultaneous reply as the
three gave their blessings to me doing as she asked of me.
"M-Maybe t-this is-is a b-bad time for..." I tried to
reply and walk toward the rear hall. To do so I had to
pass the three nude sitting on a nearby couch.
"C'mon Milford darling. This is fine right here. You
can kneel right on the carpet here. After all, I might
leave spots on the floor if I walk too far. I'm quite
juicy."
One of the named Nelson, stood up, he didn't block
my way, but he was a head taller than me and his standing
was a bit intimidating, especially in regard to what he
said as he stood.
"C'mon Milford, after all this is your house, your
castle. You have the right to eat your wife's
anywhere in it you want."
When I took another step, the other two gents stood up
and blocked my path out of the room. I took that as a
signal, that they wanted me to suck on the they'd
all apparently had their dicks in earlier.
I turned and looked at my wife, who now had the
sweetest smirking smile I'd ever seen.
"W-Well, if-if y-you insist dear." I-I said meekly.
I put my attache case down and laid my coat aside as
well as removed my tie before keeling. All the while all I
could stare at was her reddish distended messy running
slimy muff and thinking how I had to put my face there with
those looking on.
EIGHT YEARS LATER
We have three beautiful kids now. My has
surprised me each time she came to me pregnant with each
one. She is currently 4 months pregnant. This time she
didn't give me any warning, but just pulled out her
maternity wardrobe.
For a six month period prior to her pregnancy, all I
got from her was a slimy wet drippy to suck and hand
jobs.
In fact, it was somewhere in the four months into this
six month period that our third child was conceived. I
distinctly remember her telling me that she was two months
pregnant about the fourth month. Even at that, she still
didn't let me put it in until 2 months later, despite my
pathetic begging to let me do so.
It was sort of odd that here I was fucking my own
for the first time in about for the first time in 6 months
and here she was 4 months pregnant.
To make a long short, I came to realize that
many times the only way I was going to get some was
to suck it. That became a mainstay of our marital
arrangement as well as her or me jacking my meat off for
relief.
The idea of masturbation and the normalcy of it for me
has become almost institutionalized in our marriage. Many
times when my seem to want to embarrass me even more,
she would dictate for me to myself while she
looked on and supervised me, no matter how I tried to
wiggle out of doing so.
The first time I refused to do so for her, she told
our Moms. In no uncertain terms, both said that as her
husband, I should consider that as normal as intercourse,
and that I had an obligation to perform in this manner.
"And especially so if you're aroused" - my said in
an imperial tone to me. They threatened to use corporal
punishment if I didn't comply with my wife's wishes, since
- in their viewpoint - the only reason I wouldn't do this
for my is that I was saving it for another woman. No
matter how I tried to dwell on the subject of masturbation
being less manly and humiliating, it carried no weight with
this female inquisition team of my and our Moms.
The end result, I was forced to agree, in writing,
that I accepted jacking off myself, as being an accepted
form of sexual intercourse, that is, when my did not
want to have intercourse with me. Additionally, she would
have the right to supervise me at any time, as well as our
Moms. I really fought the idea of me doing it for our
Moms, but my concern was not even considered. My
humiliation was complete when I was told then and there to
drop my pants for the group. I didn't want to, but
stressed that she wouldn't tolerate disobedience. The look
in her eyes told me I'd better do as I was told. I did. I
truly felt like I was a mama's as I blushed and
unbuckled my pants.
To my utter embarrassment, I was made to jack off as
the women raised their dresses and exhibited their womanly
and arousing cunts. The group urged me to stroke my meat
at their directions. I was also made to lick each
before me as I kneeled and masturbated myself under the
group's supervision.
I was highly perturbed. The written statement I had
to sign didn't even have such words "As not in the mood".
It simply stated if she "didn't want to." Oh what a cruel
gauntlet we under endowed, easygoing males have to walk.
The issue of me being unfaithful seem to be another
area where there was continual scrutiny where I was always
put on the defensive to prove my faithfulness to my wife.
Both her and mine, seemed to continually dwell on
that point.
As part of this continual surveillance of my
activities to ensure I was being faithful, all my time had
to be accounted for when I was away from home. If I got
caught in traffic and was a bit late coming home, as much
as by 15 minutes, I had to write a reason and put it in a
log, which was reviewed my not only my but by our Moms
also. I am intensively interrogated if they are suspicious
of any of my reasons.
So readers, as you can see, despite the ordeal I've
had to endure over the years, love, trust, and the policy
of not asking questions I may not want to know the answers
to, has kept my marriage intact and cohesive.
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