“We’re going out to a friend’s house in a little while.”
“Where are we going?”
“To my friend Gail’s house, I have never met her husband, they live in a secluded area of the neighborhood on the river.”
“OK, are we having drinks or what?”
“Yea a few drinks, I just want to meet them and them you.”
You walk over to me and put your hand on my crotch. “I noticed a few stray hairs this morning where they shouldn’t be, why don’t you go take a shower, shave and I’ll lay out your cloths.”
I started to get hard. I keep my pubic area shaved as a silly sign of my sometimes submissiveness to my wife, I knew where she wanted me to shave.
“Sure, I’ll do that.” And off I went
I took my shower and shaved everything off. Afterwards, I sat on the edge of the tub and carefully removed any stragglers on my balls and finished a close shave around the base of my shaft. I was hard of course, I always get hard shaving for her. Afterwards I left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. My wife was lounging on the bed, fully dressed, I was very naked. There were no cloths laid out for me, she sometimes will do that if we are running late..
“What do you want me to wear?”
She got up, walked to me and cupped my balls. “You wearing it, you’re going like this.”
I flushed, turned a deep shade of red and just look at her smiling face.
“I told my friend how attentive you were toward me and we talked about it over lunch. I told her of your sometimes submissiveness, of your shaving, of how much I love you and you love me. She said her husband has been hinting about her being more dominate. I though this may be a good way to give them both a push into a new relationship. You don’t mind do you honey?”
I did mind and I was scared to death, but my cock was giving me away. It was very hard and dripping a little.
“Are you sure you want me to do this?” I mean, it’s going to be very embarrassing for me to be naked in front of the three of you and shaved on top of that! You really want me to do this?”
“First of all, I already told her about your shaving, now she just wants to see it for herself, and anyway, it’s about time others know you shaved for me. Second, you like being naked for me, you’ll love the embarrassment of being naked in front of strangers, and lastly you’ll be doing this for me because I asked you to do it, and that, I know is enough of a reason to go……naked and hard and shaved. Isn’t it?”
This woman really knew me. “Yes, I’ll do it for you.”
“I knew you would, let’s go.” She pinched and rolled both of my nipples in her fingers and then gave my balls a nice firm squeeze.
I followed her downstairs, into the garage and into the passenger seat of her car. She was acting as if everything was normal. This was surreal.
“You may want to lean the seat back and get below the window edge for the drive.”
I was now lying on my back, naked and hard as she drove out of the driveway. I was grateful for the dark evening and warm weather. My heart was beating a mile a minute.
It was only about a 15 minute drive and it was totally uneventful.
The car coasted to a stop and she said we were there. I put my seat up. We were in a secluded driveway of an upper middle class home. There were no neighboring homes in sight, it was wooded. She reached over and stroked me a few times and said she would go to the house and get Gail. With that she left the car and walked to the front door. From where I was sitting I could see Gail answer the door and they both talked and looked toward the car. Then they both started walking toward me. Now the reality of this scene was setting in and I was more than scared and about to be very embarrassed.
They both walked to the passenger side of the car and my wife opened the door. The interior lights went on and she told me to get out and meet Gail. I got out and stood in their driveway, naked and hard. Gail looked at me, my cock and then turned to my wife.
“I can’t believe he actually agreed to this!”
“He’ll do what I ask, within reason, wouldn’t you?”
My voice cracked.” Yes honey, I will.”
Gail said, “I love his shaved cock. My god he’s hard. When was the last time he came?”
I hadn’t though about it but it was clear my wife hadn’t let me cum for about a week, and it showed in my desperate cock.
“The last time he came was eight days ago. I have been keeping him hard and denied for this night. I wanted it to be a large orgasm and a lot of cum.”
This was the first time she mentioned I would have an orgasm in front of Gail and her husband. I was shocked and looked at her with wide eyes. She looked at me and smiled.
“Yes, you’re going to cum from my friends. I don’t know exactly when or how, but you will cum.”
My cock throbbed.
Gail noticed it and said,” That is amazing. Look at his cock. He’s standing here naked, embarrassed in front of two fully clothed women who are talking about how easily he is manipulated, openly discussing the most personal things, and his cock is bouncing in excitement.”
My wife said, “Its part of his desire to be submissive to me. He wants me to control his cock and his orgasms. He wants to please me, don’t you honey? You like the embarrassment of me telling you to do things you wouldn’t normally do or want to do, but will do if I ask.”
“Yes, it’s true”
My wife squeezed my balls and lovingly stoked my cock a few time. “We have a lot to talk about with Gail and Rick, don’t we honey?”
My heart was in my throat. What else? She wasn’t going to tell them all of my fetishes was she?
As if she could read my mind she leaned in and whispered in my ear,” A lot to talk about don’t we my little cum eating husband?”
I stood stock still. She wouldn’t!
Gail said, “What did you say?”
“Nothing, just a little secret between us.” She smiled and let go of my hard on.
Gail said, “Shall we go in and meet Rick? He is totally going to freak. I have told him a little of what to expect, but I’m sure he doesn’t expect this.”
We turned and started walking toward the house about 100 feet away. My wife told me to put my hands behind my back and she held them together by grasping my thumbs. My cock and balls swayed and bounced lewdly. Gail couldn’t or wouldn’t take her eyes off of it. “Very nice.” was all she said. At the door I paused slightly.
My wife said, “This is the real embarrassing part isn’t it? Being naked in front of two woman is one thing. You have been naked in front of me thousands of times, and naked in front of Gail was something. I told you to do and you did. Now you’re going to be naked in front of another male. Someone who is normally a dominate role model. And here you are shaved, naked and hard, walking between two women who are obviously in control.” She swatted me playfully on the ass. “You want your cock controlled? You want your orgasms controlled? You want me in control? Then this kind of thing might happen.”
Gail opened the door and said, “After you.” We walked in and they each took a hand, anticipating my overwhelming desire to cover up. Now I had no choice. I was so embarrassed I felt like I was going to die. My cock was giving me away again. The girls were all smiles.
Rick was standing by the fireplace with a drink in his hand, waiting, and watching television. He turned when we walked into the room. His mouth literally dropped open and his eyes looked as if they would pop out of his head.
Gail said, “Rick, meet my friends.”
The girls walked me over to him, still holding my hands. My wife release my right hand and I instinctively reached out to shake hands. Rick shook my hand and said, “Holly shit.,” and just stared at my cock, then looked at my wife and then Gail.
Gail said, “Be a dear and get our guests a drink.”
My wife said she would have a vodka tonic and said I didn’t need anything. She wanted me totally sober for the evening. “It will be a little harder on him if he stays sober, and I think we would both like that, wouldn’t we?”
I just looked down in embarrassment.
Rick left for the kitchen and Gail said, “Did you see the look on his face, it was priceless.”
My cock was pulsing a little. My wife put her hand on my heart and smiled. “Feel this.” Gail did the same and said, “It’s beating out of your chest, are you OK?”
I said, “Yea, I just never expected to be here, like this.”
It’s OK honey, it will get better, just do as I say, I’ll take care of you.” And my wife kissed me on the cheek.
Rick returned and my wife said, “Let’s talk.” She sat in a chair across from the couch. Rick and Gail sat on the couch, my wife motioned for me to come to her. “On your knees, next to me, legs spread.”
I couldn’t believe she wanted me to be so exposed. I kneeled and spread my legs. She looked at me and said, “A little wider honey, I want you totally exposed, hands on your legs.”
I spread my legs further and looked at my cock and balls, now totally exposed to these two strangers. I glanced up, they were staring at my cock. Gail was smiling and Rick had a look of amazement on his face. I looked at my wife, she was smiling that smile she gets when she is in control. Serene, dominate and knowing I will now do anything she could possible think of asking me. I may be in trouble, I thought.
My wife said,”First of all, let’s get a few things straight. My husband loves me very much and I love him. He is not my slave, he is my husband. He has a very responsible job and he is a good provider and my best friend. The fact that he is here naked in front of the two of you is an indication of how much he loves me and how much I love him. Every once in a while he likes to be submissive in our relationship, and when we agree he will be submissive, he promises to be submissive to my every wish. He is not a wimp. I love his cock and we love to make love, and we do often. My dominance is not 24/7, but more for fun, but taken seriously when we do it. He does what I ask when I am being dominate and he is being submissive. We are not public about this, in fact this is the first time anyone has known about this. Any questions so far? We will answer everything honestly and without hesitation, so fire away.”
Gail asked, “Why is he shaved?”
“Honey, why don’t you answer.”.
“It makes me feel more naked when I’m naked. It makes me feel more submissive when I am being submissive. It’s our little secret. It’s something I have to tend to daily and that makes me or keeps me horny.”
Rick, “So you shaved it because she asked you to shave?”
“No I shaved it first, little by little until it was all gone. Then my wife realized it was a sign of my submission and it embarrassed me a bit. I have kept it shaved since.”
Gail. “How does it feel being the only naked person in a room, shaved and hard, and we’re strangers?”
Me. “It is incredibly embarrassing. It’s almost impossible for me to do, but it is also very exciting because my wife asked me to do it. She told me to do it. I could not tell her no, or at least, I didn’t want to tell her no.”
There was another 10 minutes of mundane questions, then.
Gail, with a smile. “What did you whisper in his ear before you came in here?”
I was now totally screwed. I turned a bright shade of red and slowly turned to look at my wife. She was smiling. “Do you want to answer this or do you want me to answer this?”
I swallowed hard. “You better.”
“OK then, look into Gail’s eyes and do not look down or away, just look right at her.”
I did, Gail was looking at me with a quizzical look in her eye.
“My husband, after we make love and he cums in me, goes down on me and licks his cum from my pussy.”
Gail’s eyes got bigger as my wife paused to let that statement sink in.
“Now, every time he cums, I feed him his cum.”
Gail’s eyes were huge,
Rick said, “Gross.”
Gail slowly turned and looked at him and said, “No, that is so hot!” She looked at me and them my wife. “Will he eat his cum tonight for us?”
My head snapped to look at my wife. She was smiling. “I asked you to look into Gail’s eyes”
I slowly turned back to look at Gail, she was staring right at me, not my cock, but my eyes.
“Answer her”
“Yes, I will eat my cum for you if it is fed to me by my wife.”
Gail’s eyes were even bigger, she looked at my cock and saw it bounce. “Oh my god, he loves this, look at his cock!”
The three of them looked at my cock, it was dripping pre-cum and was very hard, strained and almost purple. It looked like it was ready to break.
My wife said, “Gail, ask Rick now.”
“Rick, look at his cock. Would you like to have a cock that hard and need to cum as badly as he needs to cum? Would you like to be stripped and naked in front of two women? Would you like your loving wife to know your deepest fantasies and help you realize them? Do you want me to control your cock, your orgasms, and your body? I know the answer to all those questions Rick, do you?”
Rick look as if he was in a trance, just staring at my cock.
My wife said, “Rick, Gail thinks you could both benefit from expressing your submissive desires and experimenting with it a little. Not right now, right now we’re going to enjoy our drinks, talk and we’ll leave early. Is that OK?”
Rick looked away from my hard on, glanced at my wife and then said to his wife, “Yea, OK. I’d like that”
Gail was obviously happy.
I got a little more comfortable with my hard on and relaxed a bit. There were a number of questions about my cum eating, orgasm denial and general questions about my submissiveness and my wife’s growing interest in dominance. I still hadn’t had a drink and was getting a little nervous about the three everyone else had. Gail wasn’t going to let me out of this house without me being fed my cum.
My hard on popped up a little more thinking about the embarrassment of my situation and the humiliation of eating “it” for them. It didn’t go unnoticed by the girls.
My wife, “What made your cock bounce and strain just then, honey?”
I turned and looked at her.
“Come on honey, we’re all friends here, you’re the only one naked, shaved and hard, well naked and shaved anyway, but we are all friends, what made your cock twitch?”
I just looked at her, really embarrassed now. There was a long pause.
She continued,”I’ll answer for you, OK. You want to cum and then you want me to feed you your cum in front of Rick and Gail. It would be about the most embarrassing thing that could happen, wouldn’t it? Look at Gail and Rick, don’t look away and answer these questions. Do you want to cum?”
I was looking at Rick, then Gail. She looked like she was going to cum. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to feed your cum to you so you can swallow it all?”
I was now just looking at Gail, her eyes were almost pleading. “Yes.”
“Look only in Gail’s eyes and answer in a full sentence.”
“I want to cum and then I want you to feed me all of my cum.”
Gail looked like she was going to pass out.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you, maybe you should stand up, face me and say it again.”
I did what she asked.
Standing naked in the middle of the room having just said out loud I wanted to cum and be fed my cum in front of two strangers was crazy. Now I felt like I was going to pass out.
My wife, “Gail, will you go get three pillows and a large beach towel. Rick, move the coffee table out of the middle of the room.”
Rick and Gail were back in a flash and now seating on the couch, my wife stood and motioned me to the middle of the room, facing the couch.
“I want to bring you to the very edge of coming two or three times, OK. Remember, don’t cum, but get as close as you can. Are you ready?”
With that she stood behind me and reached around, grabbing my cock, and lifted it up toward my stomach, exposing my balls. She had a firm grip and she slowly started pumping, pulling down hard stretching my cock head. There was a soft moan from Gail, we both glanced her way. She was mesmerized.
She brought me to the edge and I stopped her. I was rock hard and pointing up. I was gasping
Next she turned me sideways, grasped my balls with on hand and the other hand did it again. I stopped her just moment before I came. My hips were thrusting and I was breathing hard. Both Rick and Gail were squirming in their seats.
She moved me back and put a pillow on the floor. She laid the beach towel over the pillow and spread it out and told me to lie down with my head on the pillow with my knees pulled up to my chest. I was out of it now, I was just following orders if it would bring me relief. She told Gail to kneel on my right and Rick on my left and pull my knees to my chest and my butt up. She placed two pillows under my butt bending me in a “C” shape, my cock not far from my face. She kneeled between my upturned legs.
“You are now totally exposed, even your ass is now mine” With that she lubricated her index finger with the pre-cum from my cock and slowly slid it into my upturned rear. I gasped, as did Gail. With her other hand she grabbed my cock.
“Do you like my finger up your ass? You can tell me.”
“God yes” was all I could say as she slowly finger fucked my ass.
“OK, this is it, when you are ready to shoot, I want you to open your mouth, and we’re going for a shot right into your mouth. Gail will feed you the rest after you have cum.”
I glanced at Gail who was transfixed by my position, my hard cock and my finger fucked ass. “Look into my eyes as long as you can”
She lowered her face so I could see her and my cock at the same time. She started a very slow and torturous masturbation. I knew it would only be long seconds.
“Oh my god.” was the last thing I said as I shot a huge stream toward my face and my opened mouth. A perfect shot. The other five or six spasms hit my face, my neck, my chest, my stomach and then flowed down my cock. I was in a total spasm and Gail and Rick couldn’t hold me in position.
“OK, put his legs down. Now lick my hand clean.” I did.
“Gail get a spoon from the kitchen.”
She was up, gone and back in what seemed like a second. My eyes were closed and my dick was still in small spasms.
“Feed him Gail.”
I heard her say open and I did, a spoon full of cum went into my mouth and I swallowed.
Gail said, “Oh my God.”
She fed me five or six times until I assume all my sperm was gone.
“We’re going now, Gail will you help me get him up and let’s bring him to the car. The next thing I remember was sitting in the car. My wife was in the driver seat, the windows were down and Gail and Rick were outside my window.
My wife said, “Gail, lean in here a second” She did.
“Wipe that last drop of cum from the end of his cock.”
It was the first time Gail touched my dick and took a drop of cum from the end of my penis.
“Rick, lean in here” He did
“Open your mouth” He did for some reason, he still looked like he was in a trance and hadn’t spoken.
“Put your finger in his mouth” Gail did, he did not protest. He licked it clean.
Gail just looked at him with wide eyes and a knowing smile.
My wife said, “Thanks for a great evening. We’ll see you both again, I’m sure.”
And with that we drove home.
“Did you have a good evening honey?”
“Great, but I think I need to fuck you.”
“Oh, you do, you definitely do.”
Sunday, March 22, 2009
“Road Trip #3
My wife was right, it was an orgasm filled weekend. In fact it was like no other. By Sunday night my cock and balls were sore from over stimulation and I don’t think there was a drop of cum left in me. I had cum at least eight times since Friday night. The last orgasm Sunday evening was a marathon jerk off session with my wife watching the very last orgasm for the weekend. My poor cock was chafed and red, but I had cum for her every time she asked.
After having cum so much over the weekend, my body was expecting an orgasm first thing Monday morning. My wife knew my body would react this way and stroked me right to the edge of orgasm and then told me to come downstairs naked and have some coffee.
Standing in the kitchen with a dripping hard on my wife told me how the rest of the week was going to proceed. I would be naked and hard and brought to the edge of orgasm as much as possible. I would not cum. Next Saturday night we were going back to Gail and Ricks house.
I asked, “Do you really want me to suck his cock?”
“I think both you and Rick will think it’s a great idea by the time we get to Saturday night.”
At this moment, having cum less than 9 hours ago, I was pretty sure she was wrong. But then again, I was very hard and getting hornier by the moment.
“Hey, look at it this way, how much cum did you eat this weekend?”
My wife makes sure I lick, swallow or eat my ejaculate after ever orgasm, so it was a lot.
She said, “It was a lot over the course of the weekend. And on Friday night you tasted one drop of Rick’s cum, remember?
She leaned in to kiss me while holding my balls in her right hand.
“Cum is cum honey, we have already established you and Rich are cum eaters, now it’s just a matter of where you get it from.”
The thumb of her left hand was now rubbing a drop of lubricant into the head of my now very sensitive hard on. If my rear hadn’t be against the counter, I probably would have pulled back. She knew that and had placed me strategically.
She looked down at my straining erection. “Anyway, at this rate, buy Saturday night you’ll do anything to cum.”
I looked down and thought she may be right. But sucking a cock? That was pretty radical, and not something I had ever really considered.
She looked at me as if being able to read my mind. “Listen honey, you have been completely naked in front of those two while they remained dressed. You have told them about all of your fantasies while completely naked. You have cum in front of them while I finger fucked your ass, and then you ate your cum for them. Then Rick was the naked one, his wife made him cum and he ate his sperm for us. It only makes sense that the two of you are naked at the same time, and you continue eating sperm.”
Her thumb continued rubbing across the head of my cock and her other hand grabbed my balls. “It will be fine honey really, there is nothing to be concerned about.”
That certainly was easy for her to say, but I was concerned. It was not something I though I could do, but would if she asked me to. And there in lay the problem, she may just ask me.
The rest of the week continued about the same, only more. I was naked and hard more than I remember, but I was not allowed to cum. In the evening as we watched television, my wife had me remain naked and kept me or had me keep myself hard by not cumming for hours. We would then go to bed with me servicing her in any way she saw fit, and me going to sleep naked and horny. Yea, I could have jerked off, but I promised her I wouldn’t, and she knew I would not. It’s just part of the deal.
When she returned from shopping and the gym Saturday afternoon, I was almost crazy with lust. She came into the house and found me standing naked in the kitchen. My feet were back and I was leaning onto the counter top at about a 20 degree angle. This angle let my now permanently semi hard cock hang almost straight down. My balls were swollen and sore. They ached all the time. Even my prostate gland seemed sensitive, almost burning.
She walked into the kitchen and didn’t say anything directly to me. She went about her business of unpacking groceries and putting things away. I just leaned there, being quiet and still, my cock pulsing a little bit with each heart beat, a small line of lubricant hanging from the swollen head.
She finished with her chores and walked up behind me running her hands down my back and leaning in to kiss the back of my neck, she didn’t say anything. She pass me and walked to the phone and dialed.
“Hi, I think he would rather come over earlier rather than later. It’s 5:30 now, how about 7:00. (pause) Yea, I know it will still be light, can you leave the garage door open and I’ll back around so he can jump out and run into the house, you are very secluded, no one will see. (pause) Yea, he is too….he’s standing here in the kitchen with his legs spread and a hard on, not saying anything. (pause) No I haven’t talked to him about who will go first.”
I quickly say. “I would like to go first. I’d like to suck him off first. This horny, I know I can do it. After I cum, I don’t know.” She looked shocked, surprised, but she was smiling.
“He just said he would like to go first, he would like to suck Rick off first” (pause) Yea, it’s probably better not to discuss it with him, we’ll see you at seven.”
She walked over to me and lightly put her hand on my back. “OK, you have to make it about an hour or so, then we’ll leave. If we get there by seven, by 7:05 Rick should be done, by 7:10 you’ll have relief. Does that sound OK?”
“Yea, it sounds fine, I’ll just wait here.”
“OK, I’m going to take a shower and change and I’ll be back in 45 minutes. Are you sure you’re OK?”
“I have never felt like this in my life. If I move I may have a spontaneous orgasm. My cock feel huge, I mean look at it! And you were right, if I have to suck a cock to cum, OK, I’ll suck a cock. It still doesn’t thrill me, but right now…” My sentence trailed off.
She returned just after her shower, I was still partially hard sitting at the kitchen counter trying to think of other things. It wasn’t easy. She was wearing a bathrobe and her hair was still damp and up in a towel.. She took me by the hand and silently led me to the bedroom.
She put a pillow in the middle of the bed, took off her robe and laid naked, butt on the pillow and legs spread wide.
“Fuck me now.”
As I crawled between her legs and poised my raging cock at the entrance to her pussy she said. “We were not going to make you suck each other’s cocks, we just wanted to know how far we could take you both. But now we know you would do it. Now I know you would suck a cock for me if I asked. That is a very heady thing for me to know, and by the way, it’s something I’m pretty sure you are going to do at some point. Would you really do it, if I asked?”
“I would do anything you asked.”
“That is good to know. Fuck me now.”
With that I plunged my cock into her pussy and lightly kissed her lips. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and I came very, very hard.
After having cum so much over the weekend, my body was expecting an orgasm first thing Monday morning. My wife knew my body would react this way and stroked me right to the edge of orgasm and then told me to come downstairs naked and have some coffee.
Standing in the kitchen with a dripping hard on my wife told me how the rest of the week was going to proceed. I would be naked and hard and brought to the edge of orgasm as much as possible. I would not cum. Next Saturday night we were going back to Gail and Ricks house.
I asked, “Do you really want me to suck his cock?”
“I think both you and Rick will think it’s a great idea by the time we get to Saturday night.”
At this moment, having cum less than 9 hours ago, I was pretty sure she was wrong. But then again, I was very hard and getting hornier by the moment.
“Hey, look at it this way, how much cum did you eat this weekend?”
My wife makes sure I lick, swallow or eat my ejaculate after ever orgasm, so it was a lot.
She said, “It was a lot over the course of the weekend. And on Friday night you tasted one drop of Rick’s cum, remember?
She leaned in to kiss me while holding my balls in her right hand.
“Cum is cum honey, we have already established you and Rich are cum eaters, now it’s just a matter of where you get it from.”
The thumb of her left hand was now rubbing a drop of lubricant into the head of my now very sensitive hard on. If my rear hadn’t be against the counter, I probably would have pulled back. She knew that and had placed me strategically.
She looked down at my straining erection. “Anyway, at this rate, buy Saturday night you’ll do anything to cum.”
I looked down and thought she may be right. But sucking a cock? That was pretty radical, and not something I had ever really considered.
She looked at me as if being able to read my mind. “Listen honey, you have been completely naked in front of those two while they remained dressed. You have told them about all of your fantasies while completely naked. You have cum in front of them while I finger fucked your ass, and then you ate your cum for them. Then Rick was the naked one, his wife made him cum and he ate his sperm for us. It only makes sense that the two of you are naked at the same time, and you continue eating sperm.”
Her thumb continued rubbing across the head of my cock and her other hand grabbed my balls. “It will be fine honey really, there is nothing to be concerned about.”
That certainly was easy for her to say, but I was concerned. It was not something I though I could do, but would if she asked me to. And there in lay the problem, she may just ask me.
The rest of the week continued about the same, only more. I was naked and hard more than I remember, but I was not allowed to cum. In the evening as we watched television, my wife had me remain naked and kept me or had me keep myself hard by not cumming for hours. We would then go to bed with me servicing her in any way she saw fit, and me going to sleep naked and horny. Yea, I could have jerked off, but I promised her I wouldn’t, and she knew I would not. It’s just part of the deal.
When she returned from shopping and the gym Saturday afternoon, I was almost crazy with lust. She came into the house and found me standing naked in the kitchen. My feet were back and I was leaning onto the counter top at about a 20 degree angle. This angle let my now permanently semi hard cock hang almost straight down. My balls were swollen and sore. They ached all the time. Even my prostate gland seemed sensitive, almost burning.
She walked into the kitchen and didn’t say anything directly to me. She went about her business of unpacking groceries and putting things away. I just leaned there, being quiet and still, my cock pulsing a little bit with each heart beat, a small line of lubricant hanging from the swollen head.
She finished with her chores and walked up behind me running her hands down my back and leaning in to kiss the back of my neck, she didn’t say anything. She pass me and walked to the phone and dialed.
“Hi, I think he would rather come over earlier rather than later. It’s 5:30 now, how about 7:00. (pause) Yea, I know it will still be light, can you leave the garage door open and I’ll back around so he can jump out and run into the house, you are very secluded, no one will see. (pause) Yea, he is too….he’s standing here in the kitchen with his legs spread and a hard on, not saying anything. (pause) No I haven’t talked to him about who will go first.”
I quickly say. “I would like to go first. I’d like to suck him off first. This horny, I know I can do it. After I cum, I don’t know.” She looked shocked, surprised, but she was smiling.
“He just said he would like to go first, he would like to suck Rick off first” (pause) Yea, it’s probably better not to discuss it with him, we’ll see you at seven.”
She walked over to me and lightly put her hand on my back. “OK, you have to make it about an hour or so, then we’ll leave. If we get there by seven, by 7:05 Rick should be done, by 7:10 you’ll have relief. Does that sound OK?”
“Yea, it sounds fine, I’ll just wait here.”
“OK, I’m going to take a shower and change and I’ll be back in 45 minutes. Are you sure you’re OK?”
“I have never felt like this in my life. If I move I may have a spontaneous orgasm. My cock feel huge, I mean look at it! And you were right, if I have to suck a cock to cum, OK, I’ll suck a cock. It still doesn’t thrill me, but right now…” My sentence trailed off.
She returned just after her shower, I was still partially hard sitting at the kitchen counter trying to think of other things. It wasn’t easy. She was wearing a bathrobe and her hair was still damp and up in a towel.. She took me by the hand and silently led me to the bedroom.
She put a pillow in the middle of the bed, took off her robe and laid naked, butt on the pillow and legs spread wide.
“Fuck me now.”
As I crawled between her legs and poised my raging cock at the entrance to her pussy she said. “We were not going to make you suck each other’s cocks, we just wanted to know how far we could take you both. But now we know you would do it. Now I know you would suck a cock for me if I asked. That is a very heady thing for me to know, and by the way, it’s something I’m pretty sure you are going to do at some point. Would you really do it, if I asked?”
“I would do anything you asked.”
“That is good to know. Fuck me now.”
With that I plunged my cock into her pussy and lightly kissed her lips. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and I came very, very hard.
Road Trip # 4
As I caught my breath and reveled in post orgasmic bliss after a week of teasing, I buried my face into my wife’s neck and breathed deeply and slowly, slipping into a full body and emotional calm.
“Wow”, she said. “I bet that felt really good!”
I picked my head up and looked into her eyes and smiled. “I think I may have blown out a testicle.” I said with a smile. She chuckled.
As I slowly shrank and slipped out of her I rested my head on her breasts.
“Do you want to go down on me and lick up your cum?”
I lifted my head and looked at her again. “It’s so much easier if you just tell me to do it, you know that don’t you.”
“Yea, but it’s not my job to make it easier for you, you know that too?
“I agree, it’s not your job, but it does helps.”
I put my head back down on her chest and she hugged me to her. She was right it wasn’t her job. It was my submission, or better yet, it was my need, she slowly accepted. I rose up on my knees between her legs and kissed both of her nipples. I slowly slid my face down her stomach to her belly button and lightly kissed. I looked up at her face.
She was smiling, that smile. The one that says, see, I don’t have to tell you anything. I don’t have to make you do anything. You have to do what you have to do. You do it for your own reasons and you do it to prove something to me, but mostly to prove something to yourself
Yea, she was right, or maybe I made the look up in my head. It didn’t matter, that was my interpolations, and I was sticking with it
She was not going to help me.
I put my face back to her stomach and slid further down until my nose was resting at the top of her pubic hair. The course hair rubbing lightly on my upper lip, I move just an inch lower and breathed deeply, filling my lungs. I could smell her pussy, I could smell my sperm. This was the point where I knew I had to continue, but it also the hardest point to get by.
It helped when she pulled her legs up and spread them, holding her thighs just above her knees, opening herself to me as I slid down the last six inches so my face was even with her pussy. I placed both hands under her ass and lifted her slightly, looking right into her. I glanced up at her again, her head was now back and turned to the side, her eyes were closed and she was smiling. No encouragement, no commands, no suggestions. She knew what I had to do. It was now totally up to me.
I needed to be back into that submissive headspace, that place of peace and calm. That place where I will do things for her because I have to and I want to. After my orgasm, this one act brings me back to that head space faster than anything else I knew. It was immediate and finite.
I looked down again at her pussy. My sperm was slowly starting to drip from her and trickle down toward her ass. There was a fair amount, a large dollop actually. I knew there was much more just inside. This was a test. This was my test.
I spooned my tongue and starting just below the glob, licked upward and into her pussy as far as I could go with my tongue, collecting it all. I pulled my face away holding my mouth open, looking to see if I had gotten all that had leaked out. I had, it was now in my mouth. I could feel it on my tongue.
I then swallowed. This one moment, the first swallow was the act that brought me back to that place I needed to be. In fact it didn’t taste bad, it tingled my throat, not a burn, but a unique sensation. A sensation I knew most heterosexual men never would feel. I smiled to myself and started a very slow and sensual cleaning of her pussy, taking my time using not just my tongue but my whole face. I wished I could climb into her.
After about ten minutes, when she had cum and my face was covered in our combined juices, I crawled back up and held her head to my chest, throwing my leg over her leg and pulling in close.
I said, “Thanks, I really needed that.”
“You’re welcome and I know you did. How do you feel?”
“Fantastic. That was a heck of an orgasm. And that was a lot of cum. I can’t believe I ate the whole thing!”
She laughed and said, “Well, you have eaten a lot of sperm over the past year or so, Way more than I ever have.”
I thought about that. It was true. “Can we just lay here for a minute or two?”
”Sure we can, but I think we are still going out with Gail and Rick. It’s early and it’s Saturday, and we should take advantage of the evening and go get dinner and some drinks, what do you think?”
“Sure, I’m up for that. Did Gail let Rick cum too? Do you know?”
“No, I don’t think she did, she wanted to perpetuate the story a little longer, but we did talk about going out to dinner so I know that is part of her plan.”
“Did she tell him he wasn’t sucking a cock tonight, or is that part of the continuing story too?”
“You know, I really just don’t know. But I’ll get up and give her a call, why don’t you just lie here for a few minutes.”
“Thanks, that sounds great.”
With that my wife got up, threw on a bathrobe and heading toward the bedroom door. I knew she was going to make a drink and call Gail from downstairs so as not to disturb me.
I had dozed off. She woke me by saying we really should get going. I quickly jumped into the shower to rinse off, and then got into a pair of chino’s and a polo shirt. It was going to be a casual evening.
We met Rick and Gail at a local bar/restaurant. Good beer, decent enough food, close by, loud and busy enough that we were just one group of many Saturday night diners. If the rest of the patrons knew what I had just done, I wonder what their reaction would be.
Our meeting was enthusiastic. Rick and Gail were all smiles, as were we. It was fun to be with them in such a normal setting since our last two meetings were anything but normal. Interestingly enough, we got along great! We were not old friends, but we were acting like we were. We easily talked about local politics and the police blotter in the paper with its extremely bad writing and stupid events. We talked about sports, we talked about what we each did for a living. We talk about the economy, bosses and co-worker and filled the evening with fun stories and good times. The joking was on a high level and filled with innuendos and inside observations that made us smile if not laugh out loud. It was a heck of a lot of fun, and it was completely unexpected but appreciated by all. Hey, new friends, who would have thought!
We finished up and Gail suggested we go to their house for a drink. My wife and I agreed, as did Rick, but with some hesitation.
We stood to go, and it was obvious for the first time, that Rick was suffering with a major set of blue balls. He walks slowly at first and caught his breath. Gail smiled, my wife smiled. Heading to our cars, with the girls ahead I asked, “How are you doing?”
Rick said, “My balls feel like they are the size of grapefruit.”
I told him I was feeling his pain, or at least had. We split and headed to our cars.
Inside our car I said, “He hasn’t cum yet.”
“No he hasn’t, Gail told me. He also doesn’t know if he’s going to be sucking your cock tonight.”
I looked at her and wondered the same, I though we were past this topic for this evening at least, but now I wasn’t so sure.
She put her hand on my crotch and kneaded my cock through my pants. “You did shave while showering didn’t you?”
“Of course.” My pubic hair is shaved and I usually removed any stubble while showering. I have been shaved for years.
“Good. I think I’m going to ask you to strip, depending on how the rest of the evening goes. You have never stripped in front of anyone before. It should be interesting watching you undress for us. Do you think you would like that?”
My cock twitched under her hand. She smiled and looked at me. “Well I guess that answers that question. He’s the best lie detector in the world isn’t he?” She squeezed and smiled.
“Yea, he seems to have a mind of his own doesn’t he?” Damn, a dick is the most honest part of any man’s body that is for sure.
She played with my cock for the rest of the short drive to their house. She asked me what I though Rick was feeling.. How do blue balls feel and if an orgasm will relieve the ache, that sort of stuff, just chit chat.
We walked into the house and got a drink in the kitchen and picked up the conversation where we left off. All was normal, Rick was a little quiet, but the gals were in a good mood and laughing. After about 15 minutes my wife turned to me and out of the blue said, “Honey, strip.”
Well, that turned the room quiet.
I slowly put my drink on the counter, kicked off my shoes and started to undress. No one was talking, they were just watching. When I got to my boxers, my erection was back.
My wife said, “How does it feel?”
“It’s embarrassing, to say the least.”
“I bet it is, you may continue.”
I pulled my underwear down and my cock sprang out, bouncing. I placed my last piece of clothing with the others on a kitchen chair. I turned to face them, naked, shaved and hard. Here I was again, the only one naked with these three.
Gail said, “Excellent. I really like the way he does what you tell him, no questions asked, no hesitation. Don’t you Rick?”
He looked at her, almost in a daze and said, “Yea, it’s crazy.”
Gail went on, “It must be very liberating, not having to argue or to think about if you are going to do it, you know you are just going to do it no matter how embarrassing or uncomfortable it’s going to be.”
My wife said, “He could say no. We know there are limits. We don’t talk about it until we get to one, but he enjoys the embarrassment and humiliation. And you are right he will do what I ask because I ask. It is part of how he perceives his service to me, and I like playing with it. Its fun, I mean, look at him.” They did.
My cock was harder than ever.
My wife continued, “Sometimes he will do what he needs to do, without me asking. Wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, sometimes it’s to prove something to myself, or to you, or to others, I guess.”
Gail looked at me for a long moment, my cock bouncing and said, “Rick…Strip!”
And with that he started to undress. Not looking at us but looking past us, moving mechanically. When he got to his underwear, it was obvious he was hard. He looked briefly at his wife, at my wife and then quickly at me. He then looked down and pulled off his last piece of clothing, his cock springing out. He left his boxers on the floor and stood up straight looking ahead. His shaved pubic area was now smooth after a few weeks of shaving, no more red bumps. His cock was really, really hard! You could tell he hadn’t cum in a week of teasing. The head was engorged and a deep purple with a drop of pre-cum already on the slit. The ridge around his glans was pulsing and engorged. The veins in the side of his cock were swollen and very prominent, his balls bulging to the sides in their sack and were pulled up, his cock actually tilted up at about a 30 degree angle from his body. It was one abused, needy cock.
My wife said, “Oh my, look at that thing. It doesn’t even look like its human! Rick, how does it feel, are you OK?”
He looked down at his cock and stared at it for a moment. Then he said, “I have never felt anything like this before. It’s so hard it feels like it’s pulling on my prostate. My balls just ache all the time and are swollen in size. Even the skin on my cock feels tight, like my cock is too big for its skin covering. I have been dripping pre-cum for the past couple of days almost constantly. I have to be careful to check if I have a wet spot on the front of my pants”
In fact there was a strand of lubricant hanging about three inches from the end of his cock working its way to the floor in a continuous flow. Rick was trembling a little, almost like he was cold. The kitchen was in fact warm. We all stared at his throbbing cock for about 20 seconds of silence as it pulsed with his heartbeat. The girls had big smiles on their faces. I was impressed by the hardest cock I have ever seen, but poor Rick’s mind was somewhere else I thought.
Gail said, “Go stand over there so we can see you two together.”
He walked over, his cock and balls swaying and bouncing lewdly, and stood next to me. Our cocks were about the same size, but his was so hard and erect it looked more impressive.
Gail said, “I have been thinking about this picture I want to take, now don’t worry, no one will know it’s you two. It’s just a funny picture.”
She reached under the kitchen counter and pulled out three ribbons, red, white and blue, about a half inch wide and about a foot long. She also produced a digital camera. She walked to us and said, “Point your dicks at each other.”
We did.
“Now put them next to each other and kind of lean back a bit.” We did. Of course this was the first time I had touched another man’s cock, let alone with my own dick. It was very hard and very hot to the touch. She then tied the red ribbon just under my glans and around Rick’s cock at the base. The edge of the ribbon rubbing under the ridge of my cock was making this a lot more stimulating than Gail knew. She tied the blue ribbon just under Ricks cock head and around my cock base. I knew Rick was feeling the same glans stimulation because he caught his breath when she tightened the blue ribbon. If fact she deliberately adjusted the ribbon a few time, coarsely caressing his cock head with it. Then the white ribbon was tied in the middle. She had deliberately tied the ribbons tightly so we were held next to each other firmly. And with the ribbon below the ridge of our cock head, we really couldn’t pull away. She then grabbed the camera and from right above our cocks she snapped a picture. She looked at it and laughed, then snapped two or three others, one from standing on a chair. Of course we had to lean back a bit, thrusting our cocks towards each other to help her get the “perfect” shot. The tight ribbon and movement were having an effect on me, I couldn’t imagine what Rick was feeling. To the girls, we were simply two hard dicks tied with red, white and blue ribbon.
She looked at her results and said with a laugh, “I’m going to call this “Congressmen Frank and Kolbe tie the knot in a bipartisan, patriotic wedding.” We all laughed and looked at the digital picture. Our cocks were still lashed together causing additional stimulation as we laughed.
I pulsed my cock hard one time and Rick quickly said, “Don’t do that”.
I couldn’t help it, I looked at him and pulsed my cock again and he moaned and trembled just a bit.
The girls fell silent and looked at our tied cocks, then at Rick.
Gail reached out and grabbed Rick’s right nipple and kissed his neck. It was almost involuntary, I pulsed my cock again.
Rick looked down at our cocks, we were all looking at our cocks and he said, “Shit!”
He thrust his hips twice, just a few inches each time pulling on the ribbons tying our cocks and he tensed. Gail put her arm around his back and under his arms to support him and he started to cum.
His sperm jetted from his cock and splattered against my pubic areas. His hips thrust again and the sperm literally poured out of him soaking the base of my cock and my balls. His cock contracted again and even more shot out.
His cum was hot! I mean it felt really hot as it splashed on my body. His pulsing cock, lashed to my cock felt really strange! It was so hard it did not feel like it was flesh and blood. It felt ridged and ripples, like it was made of hard plastic or something. I didn’t know what to do, and in fact couldn’t do anything by watch with wide eyes.
Rick was yelling! I don’t think he knew he was but he was.
When it was over Gail asked him if he could stand for a second. My wife offered him some physical support as Gail untied the ribbons from our cocks. The blue ribbon was soaked with cum. Gail reached out and holding Ricks hands told him to kneel and relax, she too knelt down with him and held him. Both their faces were at my cock level. Rick looked up at my cock and then hung his head, as if resolved to the ultimate outcome.
I looked down at them. I looked at my wife and mouthed the words, “No. No blowjob.” Shaking my head no I mouthed silently, “not tonight.”
I looked at Gail who was now looking at me, Ricks head still down. I shook my head “no” and silently mouthed the words again, “No blowjob, not tonight”.
She nodded her head up and down, looked at her husband and hugged him to her. “Rick, you’re not going to suck his cock, not tonight anyway, so relax.” You could see the tension drain from his body. He relaxed and immediately started enjoying his orgasm, his mood changes.
“But you do need to eat some of your cum, OK?” He nodded his head up and down, “Sure.”
She wiped some cum from my pubic area and put her fingers in his mouth, he swallowed. She wiped some more from my balls and held her fingers out to me, “Do you want some?” My wife quickly answered for me, “Yes he does.” I laughed, and I lowered my head and she put her fingers into my mouth feeding me some of her husbands cum. There was that tingle again, that feeling in my throat, this time with someone else’s cum.
She wiped more cum from my balls with her fingers. I looked at my wife and said, “Honey, don’t you want some too? I mean, it’s only the neighborly thing to do!” I was smiling.
She laughed and said, “Sure, why not.” She sucked Gail’s fingers clean of Rick cum. We all laughed as she said, “Finger lickin good!” Gail leaned her head toward me, pushing my cock out of the way and licked the last major dollop of cum from my balls and swallowed, then she kissed Rick and shared the taste.
My wife then dropped to her knees and slid at least half of my cock into her mouth. Gail and Rick were as surprised as I was, but I was happier. Within a few minutes, I told her I was about to shoot. She continued sucking taking the first two spurts in her mouth, then one contraction on one cheek, a fourth squirt on the other cheek, and finishing in her mouth again.. She then pulled my hands downwards coaxing me to my knees. Stretching up above me and kissing down onto my mouth, she gave me my cum back in a sloppy snowball kiss.
My wife then wiped a glob of cum from her left cheek and held it out for Rick. He dutifully accepted it into his mouth with just a nod of acknowledgement. She did the same thing with the cum on her other cheek, this time for Gail. She too now ate my cum, no questions asked, no protest. What were they thinking? How easy it is to just do it, no questions asked? We all looked at each other and started laughing. For some reason it really was funny. Two naked men, two dress woman, on their knees in a kitchen with the taste of cum in everyone’s mouth. It was a very funny scene. I think the tension of our cock sucking reprieve was broken, and we were all happy to be in this ridiculous situation.
My wife said, “OK then, we have all had an after dinner drink and dessert, that usually means the evening is over, don’t you think?”
We stood and I slowly started to dress for the ride home. My wife suggested I should travel home pants less. We chatted a little more as they walked us to the door, Rick still naked but much happier, and relieved of his grapefruit balls.
Gail said as we were leaving, “Now listen, just because we didn’t make you two suck each others cocks, doesn’t mean that that isn’t going to happen, OK? I just want you to understand that. If we girls think it would be fun to watch, well, you may have to do it.”
Ricks cock twitched as did mine and as our eyes scanned from cock to cock, we laughing again.
My wife said, “The dick never lies.” We were still laughing as we said our goodbyes.
“Wow”, she said. “I bet that felt really good!”
I picked my head up and looked into her eyes and smiled. “I think I may have blown out a testicle.” I said with a smile. She chuckled.
As I slowly shrank and slipped out of her I rested my head on her breasts.
“Do you want to go down on me and lick up your cum?”
I lifted my head and looked at her again. “It’s so much easier if you just tell me to do it, you know that don’t you.”
“Yea, but it’s not my job to make it easier for you, you know that too?
“I agree, it’s not your job, but it does helps.”
I put my head back down on her chest and she hugged me to her. She was right it wasn’t her job. It was my submission, or better yet, it was my need, she slowly accepted. I rose up on my knees between her legs and kissed both of her nipples. I slowly slid my face down her stomach to her belly button and lightly kissed. I looked up at her face.
She was smiling, that smile. The one that says, see, I don’t have to tell you anything. I don’t have to make you do anything. You have to do what you have to do. You do it for your own reasons and you do it to prove something to me, but mostly to prove something to yourself
Yea, she was right, or maybe I made the look up in my head. It didn’t matter, that was my interpolations, and I was sticking with it
She was not going to help me.
I put my face back to her stomach and slid further down until my nose was resting at the top of her pubic hair. The course hair rubbing lightly on my upper lip, I move just an inch lower and breathed deeply, filling my lungs. I could smell her pussy, I could smell my sperm. This was the point where I knew I had to continue, but it also the hardest point to get by.
It helped when she pulled her legs up and spread them, holding her thighs just above her knees, opening herself to me as I slid down the last six inches so my face was even with her pussy. I placed both hands under her ass and lifted her slightly, looking right into her. I glanced up at her again, her head was now back and turned to the side, her eyes were closed and she was smiling. No encouragement, no commands, no suggestions. She knew what I had to do. It was now totally up to me.
I needed to be back into that submissive headspace, that place of peace and calm. That place where I will do things for her because I have to and I want to. After my orgasm, this one act brings me back to that head space faster than anything else I knew. It was immediate and finite.
I looked down again at her pussy. My sperm was slowly starting to drip from her and trickle down toward her ass. There was a fair amount, a large dollop actually. I knew there was much more just inside. This was a test. This was my test.
I spooned my tongue and starting just below the glob, licked upward and into her pussy as far as I could go with my tongue, collecting it all. I pulled my face away holding my mouth open, looking to see if I had gotten all that had leaked out. I had, it was now in my mouth. I could feel it on my tongue.
I then swallowed. This one moment, the first swallow was the act that brought me back to that place I needed to be. In fact it didn’t taste bad, it tingled my throat, not a burn, but a unique sensation. A sensation I knew most heterosexual men never would feel. I smiled to myself and started a very slow and sensual cleaning of her pussy, taking my time using not just my tongue but my whole face. I wished I could climb into her.
After about ten minutes, when she had cum and my face was covered in our combined juices, I crawled back up and held her head to my chest, throwing my leg over her leg and pulling in close.
I said, “Thanks, I really needed that.”
“You’re welcome and I know you did. How do you feel?”
“Fantastic. That was a heck of an orgasm. And that was a lot of cum. I can’t believe I ate the whole thing!”
She laughed and said, “Well, you have eaten a lot of sperm over the past year or so, Way more than I ever have.”
I thought about that. It was true. “Can we just lay here for a minute or two?”
”Sure we can, but I think we are still going out with Gail and Rick. It’s early and it’s Saturday, and we should take advantage of the evening and go get dinner and some drinks, what do you think?”
“Sure, I’m up for that. Did Gail let Rick cum too? Do you know?”
“No, I don’t think she did, she wanted to perpetuate the story a little longer, but we did talk about going out to dinner so I know that is part of her plan.”
“Did she tell him he wasn’t sucking a cock tonight, or is that part of the continuing story too?”
“You know, I really just don’t know. But I’ll get up and give her a call, why don’t you just lie here for a few minutes.”
“Thanks, that sounds great.”
With that my wife got up, threw on a bathrobe and heading toward the bedroom door. I knew she was going to make a drink and call Gail from downstairs so as not to disturb me.
I had dozed off. She woke me by saying we really should get going. I quickly jumped into the shower to rinse off, and then got into a pair of chino’s and a polo shirt. It was going to be a casual evening.
We met Rick and Gail at a local bar/restaurant. Good beer, decent enough food, close by, loud and busy enough that we were just one group of many Saturday night diners. If the rest of the patrons knew what I had just done, I wonder what their reaction would be.
Our meeting was enthusiastic. Rick and Gail were all smiles, as were we. It was fun to be with them in such a normal setting since our last two meetings were anything but normal. Interestingly enough, we got along great! We were not old friends, but we were acting like we were. We easily talked about local politics and the police blotter in the paper with its extremely bad writing and stupid events. We talked about sports, we talked about what we each did for a living. We talk about the economy, bosses and co-worker and filled the evening with fun stories and good times. The joking was on a high level and filled with innuendos and inside observations that made us smile if not laugh out loud. It was a heck of a lot of fun, and it was completely unexpected but appreciated by all. Hey, new friends, who would have thought!
We finished up and Gail suggested we go to their house for a drink. My wife and I agreed, as did Rick, but with some hesitation.
We stood to go, and it was obvious for the first time, that Rick was suffering with a major set of blue balls. He walks slowly at first and caught his breath. Gail smiled, my wife smiled. Heading to our cars, with the girls ahead I asked, “How are you doing?”
Rick said, “My balls feel like they are the size of grapefruit.”
I told him I was feeling his pain, or at least had. We split and headed to our cars.
Inside our car I said, “He hasn’t cum yet.”
“No he hasn’t, Gail told me. He also doesn’t know if he’s going to be sucking your cock tonight.”
I looked at her and wondered the same, I though we were past this topic for this evening at least, but now I wasn’t so sure.
She put her hand on my crotch and kneaded my cock through my pants. “You did shave while showering didn’t you?”
“Of course.” My pubic hair is shaved and I usually removed any stubble while showering. I have been shaved for years.
“Good. I think I’m going to ask you to strip, depending on how the rest of the evening goes. You have never stripped in front of anyone before. It should be interesting watching you undress for us. Do you think you would like that?”
My cock twitched under her hand. She smiled and looked at me. “Well I guess that answers that question. He’s the best lie detector in the world isn’t he?” She squeezed and smiled.
“Yea, he seems to have a mind of his own doesn’t he?” Damn, a dick is the most honest part of any man’s body that is for sure.
She played with my cock for the rest of the short drive to their house. She asked me what I though Rick was feeling.. How do blue balls feel and if an orgasm will relieve the ache, that sort of stuff, just chit chat.
We walked into the house and got a drink in the kitchen and picked up the conversation where we left off. All was normal, Rick was a little quiet, but the gals were in a good mood and laughing. After about 15 minutes my wife turned to me and out of the blue said, “Honey, strip.”
Well, that turned the room quiet.
I slowly put my drink on the counter, kicked off my shoes and started to undress. No one was talking, they were just watching. When I got to my boxers, my erection was back.
My wife said, “How does it feel?”
“It’s embarrassing, to say the least.”
“I bet it is, you may continue.”
I pulled my underwear down and my cock sprang out, bouncing. I placed my last piece of clothing with the others on a kitchen chair. I turned to face them, naked, shaved and hard. Here I was again, the only one naked with these three.
Gail said, “Excellent. I really like the way he does what you tell him, no questions asked, no hesitation. Don’t you Rick?”
He looked at her, almost in a daze and said, “Yea, it’s crazy.”
Gail went on, “It must be very liberating, not having to argue or to think about if you are going to do it, you know you are just going to do it no matter how embarrassing or uncomfortable it’s going to be.”
My wife said, “He could say no. We know there are limits. We don’t talk about it until we get to one, but he enjoys the embarrassment and humiliation. And you are right he will do what I ask because I ask. It is part of how he perceives his service to me, and I like playing with it. Its fun, I mean, look at him.” They did.
My cock was harder than ever.
My wife continued, “Sometimes he will do what he needs to do, without me asking. Wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, sometimes it’s to prove something to myself, or to you, or to others, I guess.”
Gail looked at me for a long moment, my cock bouncing and said, “Rick…Strip!”
And with that he started to undress. Not looking at us but looking past us, moving mechanically. When he got to his underwear, it was obvious he was hard. He looked briefly at his wife, at my wife and then quickly at me. He then looked down and pulled off his last piece of clothing, his cock springing out. He left his boxers on the floor and stood up straight looking ahead. His shaved pubic area was now smooth after a few weeks of shaving, no more red bumps. His cock was really, really hard! You could tell he hadn’t cum in a week of teasing. The head was engorged and a deep purple with a drop of pre-cum already on the slit. The ridge around his glans was pulsing and engorged. The veins in the side of his cock were swollen and very prominent, his balls bulging to the sides in their sack and were pulled up, his cock actually tilted up at about a 30 degree angle from his body. It was one abused, needy cock.
My wife said, “Oh my, look at that thing. It doesn’t even look like its human! Rick, how does it feel, are you OK?”
He looked down at his cock and stared at it for a moment. Then he said, “I have never felt anything like this before. It’s so hard it feels like it’s pulling on my prostate. My balls just ache all the time and are swollen in size. Even the skin on my cock feels tight, like my cock is too big for its skin covering. I have been dripping pre-cum for the past couple of days almost constantly. I have to be careful to check if I have a wet spot on the front of my pants”
In fact there was a strand of lubricant hanging about three inches from the end of his cock working its way to the floor in a continuous flow. Rick was trembling a little, almost like he was cold. The kitchen was in fact warm. We all stared at his throbbing cock for about 20 seconds of silence as it pulsed with his heartbeat. The girls had big smiles on their faces. I was impressed by the hardest cock I have ever seen, but poor Rick’s mind was somewhere else I thought.
Gail said, “Go stand over there so we can see you two together.”
He walked over, his cock and balls swaying and bouncing lewdly, and stood next to me. Our cocks were about the same size, but his was so hard and erect it looked more impressive.
Gail said, “I have been thinking about this picture I want to take, now don’t worry, no one will know it’s you two. It’s just a funny picture.”
She reached under the kitchen counter and pulled out three ribbons, red, white and blue, about a half inch wide and about a foot long. She also produced a digital camera. She walked to us and said, “Point your dicks at each other.”
We did.
“Now put them next to each other and kind of lean back a bit.” We did. Of course this was the first time I had touched another man’s cock, let alone with my own dick. It was very hard and very hot to the touch. She then tied the red ribbon just under my glans and around Rick’s cock at the base. The edge of the ribbon rubbing under the ridge of my cock was making this a lot more stimulating than Gail knew. She tied the blue ribbon just under Ricks cock head and around my cock base. I knew Rick was feeling the same glans stimulation because he caught his breath when she tightened the blue ribbon. If fact she deliberately adjusted the ribbon a few time, coarsely caressing his cock head with it. Then the white ribbon was tied in the middle. She had deliberately tied the ribbons tightly so we were held next to each other firmly. And with the ribbon below the ridge of our cock head, we really couldn’t pull away. She then grabbed the camera and from right above our cocks she snapped a picture. She looked at it and laughed, then snapped two or three others, one from standing on a chair. Of course we had to lean back a bit, thrusting our cocks towards each other to help her get the “perfect” shot. The tight ribbon and movement were having an effect on me, I couldn’t imagine what Rick was feeling. To the girls, we were simply two hard dicks tied with red, white and blue ribbon.
She looked at her results and said with a laugh, “I’m going to call this “Congressmen Frank and Kolbe tie the knot in a bipartisan, patriotic wedding.” We all laughed and looked at the digital picture. Our cocks were still lashed together causing additional stimulation as we laughed.
I pulsed my cock hard one time and Rick quickly said, “Don’t do that”.
I couldn’t help it, I looked at him and pulsed my cock again and he moaned and trembled just a bit.
The girls fell silent and looked at our tied cocks, then at Rick.
Gail reached out and grabbed Rick’s right nipple and kissed his neck. It was almost involuntary, I pulsed my cock again.
Rick looked down at our cocks, we were all looking at our cocks and he said, “Shit!”
He thrust his hips twice, just a few inches each time pulling on the ribbons tying our cocks and he tensed. Gail put her arm around his back and under his arms to support him and he started to cum.
His sperm jetted from his cock and splattered against my pubic areas. His hips thrust again and the sperm literally poured out of him soaking the base of my cock and my balls. His cock contracted again and even more shot out.
His cum was hot! I mean it felt really hot as it splashed on my body. His pulsing cock, lashed to my cock felt really strange! It was so hard it did not feel like it was flesh and blood. It felt ridged and ripples, like it was made of hard plastic or something. I didn’t know what to do, and in fact couldn’t do anything by watch with wide eyes.
Rick was yelling! I don’t think he knew he was but he was.
When it was over Gail asked him if he could stand for a second. My wife offered him some physical support as Gail untied the ribbons from our cocks. The blue ribbon was soaked with cum. Gail reached out and holding Ricks hands told him to kneel and relax, she too knelt down with him and held him. Both their faces were at my cock level. Rick looked up at my cock and then hung his head, as if resolved to the ultimate outcome.
I looked down at them. I looked at my wife and mouthed the words, “No. No blowjob.” Shaking my head no I mouthed silently, “not tonight.”
I looked at Gail who was now looking at me, Ricks head still down. I shook my head “no” and silently mouthed the words again, “No blowjob, not tonight”.
She nodded her head up and down, looked at her husband and hugged him to her. “Rick, you’re not going to suck his cock, not tonight anyway, so relax.” You could see the tension drain from his body. He relaxed and immediately started enjoying his orgasm, his mood changes.
“But you do need to eat some of your cum, OK?” He nodded his head up and down, “Sure.”
She wiped some cum from my pubic area and put her fingers in his mouth, he swallowed. She wiped some more from my balls and held her fingers out to me, “Do you want some?” My wife quickly answered for me, “Yes he does.” I laughed, and I lowered my head and she put her fingers into my mouth feeding me some of her husbands cum. There was that tingle again, that feeling in my throat, this time with someone else’s cum.
She wiped more cum from my balls with her fingers. I looked at my wife and said, “Honey, don’t you want some too? I mean, it’s only the neighborly thing to do!” I was smiling.
She laughed and said, “Sure, why not.” She sucked Gail’s fingers clean of Rick cum. We all laughed as she said, “Finger lickin good!” Gail leaned her head toward me, pushing my cock out of the way and licked the last major dollop of cum from my balls and swallowed, then she kissed Rick and shared the taste.
My wife then dropped to her knees and slid at least half of my cock into her mouth. Gail and Rick were as surprised as I was, but I was happier. Within a few minutes, I told her I was about to shoot. She continued sucking taking the first two spurts in her mouth, then one contraction on one cheek, a fourth squirt on the other cheek, and finishing in her mouth again.. She then pulled my hands downwards coaxing me to my knees. Stretching up above me and kissing down onto my mouth, she gave me my cum back in a sloppy snowball kiss.
My wife then wiped a glob of cum from her left cheek and held it out for Rick. He dutifully accepted it into his mouth with just a nod of acknowledgement. She did the same thing with the cum on her other cheek, this time for Gail. She too now ate my cum, no questions asked, no protest. What were they thinking? How easy it is to just do it, no questions asked? We all looked at each other and started laughing. For some reason it really was funny. Two naked men, two dress woman, on their knees in a kitchen with the taste of cum in everyone’s mouth. It was a very funny scene. I think the tension of our cock sucking reprieve was broken, and we were all happy to be in this ridiculous situation.
My wife said, “OK then, we have all had an after dinner drink and dessert, that usually means the evening is over, don’t you think?”
We stood and I slowly started to dress for the ride home. My wife suggested I should travel home pants less. We chatted a little more as they walked us to the door, Rick still naked but much happier, and relieved of his grapefruit balls.
Gail said as we were leaving, “Now listen, just because we didn’t make you two suck each others cocks, doesn’t mean that that isn’t going to happen, OK? I just want you to understand that. If we girls think it would be fun to watch, well, you may have to do it.”
Ricks cock twitched as did mine and as our eyes scanned from cock to cock, we laughing again.
My wife said, “The dick never lies.” We were still laughing as we said our goodbyes.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Contract Aftermath
You walk from upstairs to the kitchen.
I say, “hey bab”, you say “hey honey”.
I hear you in the kitchen, it sounds like you are getting a little bit of vodka.
You walk into the TV room, two small glasses in your left hand, one with an inch of vodka, the other empty.
You bend down and kiss me firmly on the lips, your right hand to my crotch, squeezing, then rubbing as you kiss me. You leave your hand in place and break our kiss.
“You want me to control your orgasms, OK, I’ll do that. You want to eat cum…?”
You show me the two glasses.
“Then you’ll eat cum..”
You say, “Wait 15 minutes, close everything up and then come to the bedroom”
I watch as you walk away, holding the two glasses out to your left in an exaggerated fashion, making sure I see them, allowing me to imagine what will happen in our bedroom. I was a little concerned about the empty glass.
In exactly 15 minutes I turn off the TV, turn off lights and lock up downstairs. I enter our bedroom, close the door and walk toward you. The contract for good health is on the bed, and your vodka and the empty glass are on the night stand.
“Get undressed and then come to your side of the bed”
I do, you tell me to kneel facing you on the bed, you get on your knees and grab my cock. “from now on this cock is mine, don’t even think about it as your cock any more….and I see you shaved again, why did you stop?
“I had a doctor’s appointment so I let it grow in for that.”
“I don’t care if the doctor sees you have a shaved cock or not….from now on keep it shaved completely smooth. In fact, get into the shower and clean up a little of this stubble.”
I shave as much as I can in the shower, then get out, put cream on my cock and balls and finish shaving the stray hairs, doing a neat and careful job. You look in from the bedroom, shack your head and laugh. I have to pull my hard cock from side to side and pull on my balls to shave, I must look ridiculous.
I come back into the bedroom, you tell me to get back on my knees on the bed facing you.
The embarrassment of shaving in front of her has brought me to within a couple of strokes of orgasm She knows that.
“Now we are going to fill this up”. You take the empty glass and hold it in front of my cock with your right hand and stroke my cock with your left.
I tell you I’m about to cum, I actually reach out and help position the glass to catch my semen so we wouldn’t make a mess. Then I orgasm hard…..and a lot. You catch it all and wipe the last drop from my sensitive cock head with the rim of the glass. You hold it up in front of me.
“What does this look like?”
”Looks like cum to me”, I say.
“It looks like cum to me too”, you say
“Maybe you better smell it to make sure” you say.
You hold it under my nose
“Smells like cum”, I say.
“I bet it does”, you say.
“Maybe you better taste it to make sure. Put your head back and open your mouth.”
I tilt my head all the way back, you bring the glass over my mouth and start to tip it. I close my eyes.
You pour my cum into my mouth.
“Don’t swallow yet, open your eyes and look at me.”
I open my eyes, tilt my head forward cupping my tongue to hold the cum in my mouth.
“Let me see. Oh you look much better with a mouthful of cum than I though you would.” you have a smile on your face.
“Ok…..now you can swallow”
I do,
You say, “How does it taste?
“It tastes like cum, that is for sure”, I say.
You kiss me and run your tongue into my mouth.
“Yup, that is what cum taste like. Get use to it cum boy. There is plenty more where that came from.”
we lie in bed and talk for a bit. You wipe a drop of sperm from the end of my penis and feed it to me, and then pour one final drop from the glass into my mouth. My cum eating fantasy just took a huge jump forward… and I love you for it.
I say, “hey bab”, you say “hey honey”.
I hear you in the kitchen, it sounds like you are getting a little bit of vodka.
You walk into the TV room, two small glasses in your left hand, one with an inch of vodka, the other empty.
You bend down and kiss me firmly on the lips, your right hand to my crotch, squeezing, then rubbing as you kiss me. You leave your hand in place and break our kiss.
“You want me to control your orgasms, OK, I’ll do that. You want to eat cum…?”
You show me the two glasses.
“Then you’ll eat cum..”
You say, “Wait 15 minutes, close everything up and then come to the bedroom”
I watch as you walk away, holding the two glasses out to your left in an exaggerated fashion, making sure I see them, allowing me to imagine what will happen in our bedroom. I was a little concerned about the empty glass.
In exactly 15 minutes I turn off the TV, turn off lights and lock up downstairs. I enter our bedroom, close the door and walk toward you. The contract for good health is on the bed, and your vodka and the empty glass are on the night stand.
“Get undressed and then come to your side of the bed”
I do, you tell me to kneel facing you on the bed, you get on your knees and grab my cock. “from now on this cock is mine, don’t even think about it as your cock any more….and I see you shaved again, why did you stop?
“I had a doctor’s appointment so I let it grow in for that.”
“I don’t care if the doctor sees you have a shaved cock or not….from now on keep it shaved completely smooth. In fact, get into the shower and clean up a little of this stubble.”
I shave as much as I can in the shower, then get out, put cream on my cock and balls and finish shaving the stray hairs, doing a neat and careful job. You look in from the bedroom, shack your head and laugh. I have to pull my hard cock from side to side and pull on my balls to shave, I must look ridiculous.
I come back into the bedroom, you tell me to get back on my knees on the bed facing you.
The embarrassment of shaving in front of her has brought me to within a couple of strokes of orgasm She knows that.
“Now we are going to fill this up”. You take the empty glass and hold it in front of my cock with your right hand and stroke my cock with your left.
I tell you I’m about to cum, I actually reach out and help position the glass to catch my semen so we wouldn’t make a mess. Then I orgasm hard…..and a lot. You catch it all and wipe the last drop from my sensitive cock head with the rim of the glass. You hold it up in front of me.
“What does this look like?”
”Looks like cum to me”, I say.
“It looks like cum to me too”, you say
“Maybe you better smell it to make sure” you say.
You hold it under my nose
“Smells like cum”, I say.
“I bet it does”, you say.
“Maybe you better taste it to make sure. Put your head back and open your mouth.”
I tilt my head all the way back, you bring the glass over my mouth and start to tip it. I close my eyes.
You pour my cum into my mouth.
“Don’t swallow yet, open your eyes and look at me.”
I open my eyes, tilt my head forward cupping my tongue to hold the cum in my mouth.
“Let me see. Oh you look much better with a mouthful of cum than I though you would.” you have a smile on your face.
“Ok…..now you can swallow”
I do,
You say, “How does it taste?
“It tastes like cum, that is for sure”, I say.
You kiss me and run your tongue into my mouth.
“Yup, that is what cum taste like. Get use to it cum boy. There is plenty more where that came from.”
we lie in bed and talk for a bit. You wipe a drop of sperm from the end of my penis and feed it to me, and then pour one final drop from the glass into my mouth. My cum eating fantasy just took a huge jump forward… and I love you for it.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Contract for Good Health
Contract -- For Health and Weight Loss
By: Your Loving Wife
This is a contract to help you lose weight, quite smoking and get in shape. It uses your desire to play with submissiveness and your natural strong desire to orgasm as the catalyst for success.
I will tease you most of the week, and I will be your orgasm facilitator on the weekends. Basically, you give and I take complete control of when, how and if you orgasm.
The schedule for the week would be, Monday – Friday evening, you should not expect to have an orgasm because you will willingly give me control of your orgasms. Friday evening through Sunday night, you will be encouraged by me to orgasm as much as possible. But there are rules.
1) If you don’t work out for one day, you are denied a day of orgasms.
2) If you don’t eat properly for one day, you’re denied a day of orgasms.
3) If you drink alcohol during the week, Sunday night through Thursday, you’re denied a day of orgasms.
So here is how it adds up. If you smoke one cigarette in a week, the first day you can expect to orgasm would be Saturday. If you don’t work out and drink one night, two infractions, the first day you could expect to cum would be Sunday, just one day of a two week period. If there are three infractions, you don’t get to cum at all for that weekend, and you start another week without having an orgasm and not being allowed to orgasm until the following Friday night at the earliest. Two weeks without an orgasm.
During the week I will tease you as much as possible to reinforce your horniness and remind you of our agreement while giving you an incentive to stay with the contract. I will insist you take a shower with me each day, I’ll stroke you cock, squeeze your balls or just pat your crotch while teasing you about your hard cock, full balls and no orgasms. Most importantly, you will give me back rubs, foot rubs and I will be physically close to you with kisses and touching as a constant reminder. Of course I expect oral sex when I want it, as often as I want it and as many orgasms as possible with no sexual release for you.
You will agreed that your sexual relief is in my hands seven days a week, but if you mange to get through the work week following the above constraints, you will be allowed to cum on the weekend starting with Friday night. It is not guaranteed because you still concede orgasm control to me, but Friday through Sunday night you would be allowed to cum at my discretion. In fact, Friday night through Sunday night I promise to encourage you to cum as much as possible so Monday through Friday evening you are that much hornier.
An example weekend could be, Friday evening making love followed by me telling you to masturbate for me before we fall asleep. Saturday morning should be the same, with a masturbation session in the middle of the day, and making love at night. Sunday the same, or any other combination I decide. To make sure you are not getting too good of a deal on the weekends, I will also make you “live your fantasy”, by having you lick your sperm from me after we make love or feed you your sperm after supervised orgasm. This helps establish the fact that there is “a price to pay” for the privilege of me allowing you to have an orgasm, and that price is making sure you “clean up your mess”. This contract will reinforce your fantasy of orgasm denial, orgasm control and a willingness to be sexually controlled and submissive to me. I know it is your fantasy and now it will be used to make you healthier and therefore happier.
You will also keep your pubic hair shaved. This helps reinforce my status as the “leader” in our sexual relationship and your submissiveness. This overtly physical display of your desire to be submissive is important to you so now it is important to me.
No matter how many times I let you cum, one time during the weekend you must “ask” to cum. You must make a request to orgasm when you think you can, but I make the final decision on how, or even if you do. Needless to say, you being naked and masturbating for me will become more common place, a totally embarrassing and stimulating thought for you, I know.
Also, at any time during the weekend, I can tell you to cum. You should then strip naked and masturbate for me or I will masturbate you. You have to try as hard as you can to cum every time, no matter how recently your last orgasm may have been. This should make for some fairly entertaining and embarrassing “jerk off” sessions. I will not necessarily supervise the whole session I would just tell you to bring me the results.
This contract is good for a month. If you are losing weight and getting in shape, I can decide to continue the contract. If I would like to change the contract, I can at any time. If I want to make love during the week, that is my decision and my decision alone, but you will probably not be allowed to cum. You can not ask for release or pester me about your horniness.
You MUST promise to abide by all of these rules until I decide to change them. My sexually control is complete and total for the duration of the contract.
You know this is the best thing for you. There really is no choice on your part. You want everything in this contract. Anything but total agreement is total rejection, and I know you will not do that because you need this. You have wanted me to take more sexual control, now I will and there will be a proof positive effect of my control. You will lose weight, get in shape and lovingly submit to me.
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Signature
____________________
Date
By: Your Loving Wife
This is a contract to help you lose weight, quite smoking and get in shape. It uses your desire to play with submissiveness and your natural strong desire to orgasm as the catalyst for success.
I will tease you most of the week, and I will be your orgasm facilitator on the weekends. Basically, you give and I take complete control of when, how and if you orgasm.
The schedule for the week would be, Monday – Friday evening, you should not expect to have an orgasm because you will willingly give me control of your orgasms. Friday evening through Sunday night, you will be encouraged by me to orgasm as much as possible. But there are rules.
1) If you don’t work out for one day, you are denied a day of orgasms.
2) If you don’t eat properly for one day, you’re denied a day of orgasms.
3) If you drink alcohol during the week, Sunday night through Thursday, you’re denied a day of orgasms.
So here is how it adds up. If you smoke one cigarette in a week, the first day you can expect to orgasm would be Saturday. If you don’t work out and drink one night, two infractions, the first day you could expect to cum would be Sunday, just one day of a two week period. If there are three infractions, you don’t get to cum at all for that weekend, and you start another week without having an orgasm and not being allowed to orgasm until the following Friday night at the earliest. Two weeks without an orgasm.
During the week I will tease you as much as possible to reinforce your horniness and remind you of our agreement while giving you an incentive to stay with the contract. I will insist you take a shower with me each day, I’ll stroke you cock, squeeze your balls or just pat your crotch while teasing you about your hard cock, full balls and no orgasms. Most importantly, you will give me back rubs, foot rubs and I will be physically close to you with kisses and touching as a constant reminder. Of course I expect oral sex when I want it, as often as I want it and as many orgasms as possible with no sexual release for you.
You will agreed that your sexual relief is in my hands seven days a week, but if you mange to get through the work week following the above constraints, you will be allowed to cum on the weekend starting with Friday night. It is not guaranteed because you still concede orgasm control to me, but Friday through Sunday night you would be allowed to cum at my discretion. In fact, Friday night through Sunday night I promise to encourage you to cum as much as possible so Monday through Friday evening you are that much hornier.
An example weekend could be, Friday evening making love followed by me telling you to masturbate for me before we fall asleep. Saturday morning should be the same, with a masturbation session in the middle of the day, and making love at night. Sunday the same, or any other combination I decide. To make sure you are not getting too good of a deal on the weekends, I will also make you “live your fantasy”, by having you lick your sperm from me after we make love or feed you your sperm after supervised orgasm. This helps establish the fact that there is “a price to pay” for the privilege of me allowing you to have an orgasm, and that price is making sure you “clean up your mess”. This contract will reinforce your fantasy of orgasm denial, orgasm control and a willingness to be sexually controlled and submissive to me. I know it is your fantasy and now it will be used to make you healthier and therefore happier.
You will also keep your pubic hair shaved. This helps reinforce my status as the “leader” in our sexual relationship and your submissiveness. This overtly physical display of your desire to be submissive is important to you so now it is important to me.
No matter how many times I let you cum, one time during the weekend you must “ask” to cum. You must make a request to orgasm when you think you can, but I make the final decision on how, or even if you do. Needless to say, you being naked and masturbating for me will become more common place, a totally embarrassing and stimulating thought for you, I know.
Also, at any time during the weekend, I can tell you to cum. You should then strip naked and masturbate for me or I will masturbate you. You have to try as hard as you can to cum every time, no matter how recently your last orgasm may have been. This should make for some fairly entertaining and embarrassing “jerk off” sessions. I will not necessarily supervise the whole session I would just tell you to bring me the results.
This contract is good for a month. If you are losing weight and getting in shape, I can decide to continue the contract. If I would like to change the contract, I can at any time. If I want to make love during the week, that is my decision and my decision alone, but you will probably not be allowed to cum. You can not ask for release or pester me about your horniness.
You MUST promise to abide by all of these rules until I decide to change them. My sexually control is complete and total for the duration of the contract.
You know this is the best thing for you. There really is no choice on your part. You want everything in this contract. Anything but total agreement is total rejection, and I know you will not do that because you need this. You have wanted me to take more sexual control, now I will and there will be a proof positive effect of my control. You will lose weight, get in shape and lovingly submit to me.
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Signature
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Date
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
It’s hard to explain…
“This is really hard to explain.”
”Well, I am a little confused, which is why I want you to explain it to me. Do you like eating your cum?”
“Well, the answer is yes and no”
“I can certainly understand the no part of that, but the yes part of you answer is what I don’t understand. I mean, it’s not something I would have asked you to do if you hadn’t told me you wanted to do it.”
I now flushed with embarrassment. I don’t think she could see my shade of red since we were in our car heading to meet friends for drinks and dinner, but I was pleasantly uncomfortable. I hadn’t expected this conversation at all, but I had always wanted to have it. Sitting in a car talking about such a personal thing with my wife was fine, but I think it would have been easier if I was in a more vulnerable position. The normalness of our environment made the abnormal ness of the topic that much more difficult to talk about. But here we were, and the conversation was started and I knew I would be honest and try to answer her questions. I really wanted to tell her exactly how I felt and this was as good a time as any.
“OK, the “no” part of the answer is easy, no, I would never eat my cum just to eat my cum. That is not attractive to me, I have never done it and I would never do it. I have thought about it of course, while masturbating, but it’s just impossible to do. There is nothing sexy about it, the taste and the texture isn’t attractive and, well, I just wouldn’t do it.”
“But you do do it, you lick it from me, or off of me, you have done it a number of times and you don’t seem to mind it, in fact you seem to like it. You have even written me little notes telling me you want to do it more often and you are now starting to like the taste”
I have written her notes telling her I want to do it, that I have enjoyed doing it when she asked me, that was true. The reason for the notes is that saying it out loud, even in the throws of passion are not easy for me, or for any man I would guess. Talking about it here would also be hard, but I now knew it was absolutely necessary.
“OK, here goes. You know that I like the feeling of being submissive to you. Not in a beat me or spank me or abuse me verbally kind of way, but in a loving and tender way. I love being in love with you and I love having you know how much I love you and desire you physically. I don’t want to be your slave or treated as a dog, I don’t want a Mistress or a Queen, I just want you to know I would do anything you ask of me, and I love to hold you, the feel of your skin, your smell, all of it.”
“I do know that honey, and I love you too.”
“I know, thanks, but this feeling of submissiveness…” I was now struggling for the right words for the concept.
“This feeling of submissiveness is not just an emotional thing, which it definitely is, probably 90%, but it’s a very physical thing too. And the 10% that is physically carries an unequal importance than the numbers would imply. By that I mean, the physicality of the submissiveness is a driving force in maintaining that submissive head space. And I enjoy that submissive head space, it calms me, it is uncomplicated, it is simple”
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”
“I’m not sure I can explain it but I’ll try. Men in general are physical beings. Spatially we see things more in form and function. It is one of the reasons there are more men engineers, mechanics, construction workers, we physically make things like bridges, buildings…wars, but that is another topic. We also see and desire woman in a much more basic sense, we see boobs, hips, butts, face, lips, eyes, and hair. Women on the other hand see the equivalent physical things in men, but the importance on those physically attributes is secondary to personality traits. Is a man funny, smart, kind, a good provider and such. The physical attributes, in general, are secondary for many women. But the physicality for most men, on first glance is important.
“Where are you going with this?
“My pubic hair is shaved.”
“Yes it is, I know that.”
“You never asked me to do that”
“That is right, I never have asked you to do that.”
“Over a period of time I trimmed, cropped and then finally just shaved myself bald.”
“Yes you did, and again, I never asked you to do that.”
” So when we shower together, it’s embarrassing for me to be naked in front of you shaved, but I like it. In fact I like being naked while you are dressed because my baldness amplifies my nakedness. Often it amplifying my physical desire for you, in that I’m usually a little hard, if not totally hard. When we make love, I have commented on how good my shaved cock looks sliding into you, and you have agreed. I have told you how good it feels to have your pubic hair against my shaved pubic area when I’m in you all the way”
“Yes you have.”
“All of those things are true, but here is that 10% thing, when we are going to sleep and I’m naked lying next to you, my nose pressed into your neck and one hand resting on your crotch, your pubic hair under my hand and between my fingers, I get hard. I get hard because of physical desire of course, but also because, in my head, my shaving is an outward, now excepted part of my submissiveness and you not being shaved amplify that your acceptance of my submissiveness. Whether spoken or not, that increases the psychological aspects exponentially. So a little thing like shaving has a huge effect in my head.”
“So it’s some sort of head game?”
”Well to a degree. In all things we are equal in that we share the burdens and responsibilities of our family and life together. My submissiveness says to me, and I hope to you, in some things I need you to allow me to serve you, physically or emotionally. I need you to not be my equal, but to take the lead I need you to allow me to love you, at some times, so much it hurts. I need you physically, to be in control at times, to physically direct what happens. More often than not, at night, while in bed using your body to direct my body, or take pleasure or give pleasure. The physically submissive part just exploits the psychological part. Giving control is what I need to do, you taking control is what I hope you will do. Again, this is a very subtle thing. It’s a pat on the crotch, a squeeze of my balls, a back rub for you, better yet an orgasm for you and not for me. It can also be an orgasm for me too, but only after doing something enjoyable for you.”
“OK, I kind of get that, but I still don’t really understand about the cum eating”
“I’m getting closer, just bear with me for a few more minutes.”
“OK, I can do that, are you embarrassed telling me all this?”
“Yes, but I like the embarrassment too, it is a physically thing, you know, beating heart, flushed skin and all, and it’s about time I told you I think, don’t you?”
“Yea it is, I just wish you had told me all this earlier.”
“I think I needed time to think about what I feel, to kind of think it out, so maybe this is the right time, we’ll see.”
“OK then, this is the right time, so tell me.”
“OK the cum eating part. Again, this is a physically manifestation that reinforced the psychological need of submissiveness. No heterosexual man eats cum. It is more than taboo, it is an affront on a man’s masculinity, it is gross, and it’s not done. Of course that is just bullshit because women are expected to take cum in their mouth and swallow all the time, but not real men. So when I ask you to make me eat my sperm, it’s not that I have a desire to eat my ejaculate, quite the opposite, especially after I orgasm. The desire is totally gone and the idea is unappealing, to say the least. But if you ask me to do it, or tell me to do it as part of my willingness to prove my submissive, the act of cum eating takes on a totally different dimension for me. For me to do it for you, at your direction is the ultimate example of my willingness to give myself physically in the most submissive way. And yes, when I first put my face to your cum filled pussy, the smell of my sperm is well, not appealing. But I also know I must swallow it all. I immediately drop into a submissive head space where the only thing that is important is doing what you asked me to do. It is not about eating cum, it’s about proving to you, unequivocally, that I will do whatever you ask. It is the ultimate outward display of my submissiveness. After I swallow my first glob of cum, I get a rush, you know, knowing I have done it. I feel like I have really proven something to myself, but more importantly, I have proved to you how much I love and need you. And then, licking and swallowing the rest of it is just pure pleasure. I mean, you have heard me moan when I do it. Your pussy is so slick and wet and warm. You are so open because I have just been in you, you are a beautiful pink because of our lovemaking. It is just unbelievable”
“Wow”
I look and you and smile. “Yea, wow.”
“So when I told you to pull out and come on my stomach and lick that off?
“After I got that first big dollop of cum on my tongue and swallowed it, just pure cum, not mixed with your wetness, I said to myself, I can’t believe it, I did it! I just swallowed pure cum from my wife’s stomach, and I LOVED it. At that moment in time I actually liked the way it tasted and felt in my mouth and down my throat. It was the craziest feeling in the world. I thought, she finally turned me into the cum slut I have always wanted to be for her. She now owns me!”
“Wow”
“Yea, wow.”
“So if I made you cum in a glass and poured it into your mouth that would take this whole feeling even further?”
”Ya, I think it would.”
“Are there other things that would take it further still?”
”There probably are, but I’m not ready for that yet, I don’t think”
“Do you know what those things are?”
“No I don’t really. I mean, my fantasy of being your cum eating husband are just now becoming a reality, so I haven’t considered other fantasies becoming a reality. I think some fantasies are best left as fantasies/”
“I agree, but I would like you to tell me all of them anyway. Can you do that?”
”I can and I would be happy to, we can go through some of my fantasy writings and we can discuss what kind of stuff we may be able to explore. The truth is, this is about as kinky as I can get, for at least a while”.
We had just parked at where we were meeting for drinks.
“You were kind of saved by the parking lot here, weren’t you?”
“Yea, I really was. “
“Do you need a moment for your cock to go down?”
I laughed, “I’ll be OK, I’ just hope there isn’t a wet spot on the front of my pants, I’ll have to get out to see.”
“That would be hard to explain”
We got out of the car, and though I could feel wetness from my pre-cum on my leg, there wasn’t anything on the front of my pants.
“Lucky you”, she says.
“By the way, I’m going to want you to lick it off my stomach again tonight, OK?”
”Please, I’m going to have another hard on by the time I get inside”
Now it was her turn to laugh.
She pulled my arm to her and hugged me to her breasts and said, “You really are my cum eating husband aren’t your?”
“Yea I really am, and I love it, thanks”
“You are very welcome”
”Well, I am a little confused, which is why I want you to explain it to me. Do you like eating your cum?”
“Well, the answer is yes and no”
“I can certainly understand the no part of that, but the yes part of you answer is what I don’t understand. I mean, it’s not something I would have asked you to do if you hadn’t told me you wanted to do it.”
I now flushed with embarrassment. I don’t think she could see my shade of red since we were in our car heading to meet friends for drinks and dinner, but I was pleasantly uncomfortable. I hadn’t expected this conversation at all, but I had always wanted to have it. Sitting in a car talking about such a personal thing with my wife was fine, but I think it would have been easier if I was in a more vulnerable position. The normalness of our environment made the abnormal ness of the topic that much more difficult to talk about. But here we were, and the conversation was started and I knew I would be honest and try to answer her questions. I really wanted to tell her exactly how I felt and this was as good a time as any.
“OK, the “no” part of the answer is easy, no, I would never eat my cum just to eat my cum. That is not attractive to me, I have never done it and I would never do it. I have thought about it of course, while masturbating, but it’s just impossible to do. There is nothing sexy about it, the taste and the texture isn’t attractive and, well, I just wouldn’t do it.”
“But you do do it, you lick it from me, or off of me, you have done it a number of times and you don’t seem to mind it, in fact you seem to like it. You have even written me little notes telling me you want to do it more often and you are now starting to like the taste”
I have written her notes telling her I want to do it, that I have enjoyed doing it when she asked me, that was true. The reason for the notes is that saying it out loud, even in the throws of passion are not easy for me, or for any man I would guess. Talking about it here would also be hard, but I now knew it was absolutely necessary.
“OK, here goes. You know that I like the feeling of being submissive to you. Not in a beat me or spank me or abuse me verbally kind of way, but in a loving and tender way. I love being in love with you and I love having you know how much I love you and desire you physically. I don’t want to be your slave or treated as a dog, I don’t want a Mistress or a Queen, I just want you to know I would do anything you ask of me, and I love to hold you, the feel of your skin, your smell, all of it.”
“I do know that honey, and I love you too.”
“I know, thanks, but this feeling of submissiveness…” I was now struggling for the right words for the concept.
“This feeling of submissiveness is not just an emotional thing, which it definitely is, probably 90%, but it’s a very physical thing too. And the 10% that is physically carries an unequal importance than the numbers would imply. By that I mean, the physicality of the submissiveness is a driving force in maintaining that submissive head space. And I enjoy that submissive head space, it calms me, it is uncomplicated, it is simple”
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”
“I’m not sure I can explain it but I’ll try. Men in general are physical beings. Spatially we see things more in form and function. It is one of the reasons there are more men engineers, mechanics, construction workers, we physically make things like bridges, buildings…wars, but that is another topic. We also see and desire woman in a much more basic sense, we see boobs, hips, butts, face, lips, eyes, and hair. Women on the other hand see the equivalent physical things in men, but the importance on those physically attributes is secondary to personality traits. Is a man funny, smart, kind, a good provider and such. The physical attributes, in general, are secondary for many women. But the physicality for most men, on first glance is important.
“Where are you going with this?
“My pubic hair is shaved.”
“Yes it is, I know that.”
“You never asked me to do that”
“That is right, I never have asked you to do that.”
“Over a period of time I trimmed, cropped and then finally just shaved myself bald.”
“Yes you did, and again, I never asked you to do that.”
” So when we shower together, it’s embarrassing for me to be naked in front of you shaved, but I like it. In fact I like being naked while you are dressed because my baldness amplifies my nakedness. Often it amplifying my physical desire for you, in that I’m usually a little hard, if not totally hard. When we make love, I have commented on how good my shaved cock looks sliding into you, and you have agreed. I have told you how good it feels to have your pubic hair against my shaved pubic area when I’m in you all the way”
“Yes you have.”
“All of those things are true, but here is that 10% thing, when we are going to sleep and I’m naked lying next to you, my nose pressed into your neck and one hand resting on your crotch, your pubic hair under my hand and between my fingers, I get hard. I get hard because of physical desire of course, but also because, in my head, my shaving is an outward, now excepted part of my submissiveness and you not being shaved amplify that your acceptance of my submissiveness. Whether spoken or not, that increases the psychological aspects exponentially. So a little thing like shaving has a huge effect in my head.”
“So it’s some sort of head game?”
”Well to a degree. In all things we are equal in that we share the burdens and responsibilities of our family and life together. My submissiveness says to me, and I hope to you, in some things I need you to allow me to serve you, physically or emotionally. I need you to not be my equal, but to take the lead I need you to allow me to love you, at some times, so much it hurts. I need you physically, to be in control at times, to physically direct what happens. More often than not, at night, while in bed using your body to direct my body, or take pleasure or give pleasure. The physically submissive part just exploits the psychological part. Giving control is what I need to do, you taking control is what I hope you will do. Again, this is a very subtle thing. It’s a pat on the crotch, a squeeze of my balls, a back rub for you, better yet an orgasm for you and not for me. It can also be an orgasm for me too, but only after doing something enjoyable for you.”
“OK, I kind of get that, but I still don’t really understand about the cum eating”
“I’m getting closer, just bear with me for a few more minutes.”
“OK, I can do that, are you embarrassed telling me all this?”
“Yes, but I like the embarrassment too, it is a physically thing, you know, beating heart, flushed skin and all, and it’s about time I told you I think, don’t you?”
“Yea it is, I just wish you had told me all this earlier.”
“I think I needed time to think about what I feel, to kind of think it out, so maybe this is the right time, we’ll see.”
“OK then, this is the right time, so tell me.”
“OK the cum eating part. Again, this is a physically manifestation that reinforced the psychological need of submissiveness. No heterosexual man eats cum. It is more than taboo, it is an affront on a man’s masculinity, it is gross, and it’s not done. Of course that is just bullshit because women are expected to take cum in their mouth and swallow all the time, but not real men. So when I ask you to make me eat my sperm, it’s not that I have a desire to eat my ejaculate, quite the opposite, especially after I orgasm. The desire is totally gone and the idea is unappealing, to say the least. But if you ask me to do it, or tell me to do it as part of my willingness to prove my submissive, the act of cum eating takes on a totally different dimension for me. For me to do it for you, at your direction is the ultimate example of my willingness to give myself physically in the most submissive way. And yes, when I first put my face to your cum filled pussy, the smell of my sperm is well, not appealing. But I also know I must swallow it all. I immediately drop into a submissive head space where the only thing that is important is doing what you asked me to do. It is not about eating cum, it’s about proving to you, unequivocally, that I will do whatever you ask. It is the ultimate outward display of my submissiveness. After I swallow my first glob of cum, I get a rush, you know, knowing I have done it. I feel like I have really proven something to myself, but more importantly, I have proved to you how much I love and need you. And then, licking and swallowing the rest of it is just pure pleasure. I mean, you have heard me moan when I do it. Your pussy is so slick and wet and warm. You are so open because I have just been in you, you are a beautiful pink because of our lovemaking. It is just unbelievable”
“Wow”
I look and you and smile. “Yea, wow.”
“So when I told you to pull out and come on my stomach and lick that off?
“After I got that first big dollop of cum on my tongue and swallowed it, just pure cum, not mixed with your wetness, I said to myself, I can’t believe it, I did it! I just swallowed pure cum from my wife’s stomach, and I LOVED it. At that moment in time I actually liked the way it tasted and felt in my mouth and down my throat. It was the craziest feeling in the world. I thought, she finally turned me into the cum slut I have always wanted to be for her. She now owns me!”
“Wow”
“Yea, wow.”
“So if I made you cum in a glass and poured it into your mouth that would take this whole feeling even further?”
”Ya, I think it would.”
“Are there other things that would take it further still?”
”There probably are, but I’m not ready for that yet, I don’t think”
“Do you know what those things are?”
“No I don’t really. I mean, my fantasy of being your cum eating husband are just now becoming a reality, so I haven’t considered other fantasies becoming a reality. I think some fantasies are best left as fantasies/”
“I agree, but I would like you to tell me all of them anyway. Can you do that?”
”I can and I would be happy to, we can go through some of my fantasy writings and we can discuss what kind of stuff we may be able to explore. The truth is, this is about as kinky as I can get, for at least a while”.
We had just parked at where we were meeting for drinks.
“You were kind of saved by the parking lot here, weren’t you?”
“Yea, I really was. “
“Do you need a moment for your cock to go down?”
I laughed, “I’ll be OK, I’ just hope there isn’t a wet spot on the front of my pants, I’ll have to get out to see.”
“That would be hard to explain”
We got out of the car, and though I could feel wetness from my pre-cum on my leg, there wasn’t anything on the front of my pants.
“Lucky you”, she says.
“By the way, I’m going to want you to lick it off my stomach again tonight, OK?”
”Please, I’m going to have another hard on by the time I get inside”
Now it was her turn to laugh.
She pulled my arm to her and hugged me to her breasts and said, “You really are my cum eating husband aren’t your?”
“Yea I really am, and I love it, thanks”
“You are very welcome”
Monday, February 2, 2009
What is the Blog About?????
My wife has read everything that will be posted here.
She is not my mistress, I am not her slave. She is my wife of many years, and I am her loving husband. Our lives are very normal, we have two kids, grown, and we share good food, drink and travel and truly enjoy each others company. There is not much that is too kinky either. We don’t have sex as much as I would like, that’s pretty normal. And she doesn’t share her fantasies with me very much, if at all. She kind of just goes with the flow.
But in each life, behind all bedroom doors, a little kink does exist, and here is ours.
Often I feel submissive. Not beat me with a riding crop submissive, but a need to be at her beck and call, to give her pleasure and forgo it for myself. I often find myself sliding into a mental state of vulnerability while holding her, or just being near her, often when making love to her. It is more of a feeling and a desire, than a lifestyle. She knows that about me because she has read all of the fantasies that I will post here, and they all share that same theme.
My pubic hair is shaved, she is not. She knows this is an open sign of my submissive tendencies, but we don’t discuss it. I have mentioned, while making love, that I love the way my shaved cock feels when pushed all the way into her and I can feel her pubic hair on my body. I now openly shave in front of her when we shower together, she doesn’t say anything. I shave almost daily to keep myself stubble free. I usually allow three months for it to grow in before my annual doctors’ appointment, but look forward to being bald as soon as that appointment is over.
I also feel that going down on her after making love and ejaculating in her, is the ultimate sign of my willingness to be submissive. I can not make myself do it if she does not tell me to do it. It’s just a really hard thing to do. But if she say, “go down on me” or “I’d like to cum now”, or “clean me up”, I will without hesitation go down on her and lick my ejaculate from her. She has on one occasion asked me to pull out and come on her stomach, and then told me to lick it up. I did, it was hard, but once I got my first tongue full of sperm, I cleaned her completely. I now don’t mind the taste of my cum and fantasize about it more than any other single fantasy. I would like this to be a every time part of our lovemaking but it is not at this time. It does happen often, but not often enough. Again, I can’t do it at all unless she encourages me, this seems to be a natural phenomena with many men after orgasm.
What will follow on this blog is a series of my original writings. They are extrapolated fantasies, based on a small amount of truth and reality. I have written a fair amount and shared them all, one way or another with my wife.
I’m not trying to make a statement or change anyone’s live. I do know that what we have together is fun and normal, and our lives, not my fantasies, are what are important. It’s about family, friends and being a good person, trying to make a difference, and being honest with everyone we meet. The rest is just fun.
She is not my mistress, I am not her slave. She is my wife of many years, and I am her loving husband. Our lives are very normal, we have two kids, grown, and we share good food, drink and travel and truly enjoy each others company. There is not much that is too kinky either. We don’t have sex as much as I would like, that’s pretty normal. And she doesn’t share her fantasies with me very much, if at all. She kind of just goes with the flow.
But in each life, behind all bedroom doors, a little kink does exist, and here is ours.
Often I feel submissive. Not beat me with a riding crop submissive, but a need to be at her beck and call, to give her pleasure and forgo it for myself. I often find myself sliding into a mental state of vulnerability while holding her, or just being near her, often when making love to her. It is more of a feeling and a desire, than a lifestyle. She knows that about me because she has read all of the fantasies that I will post here, and they all share that same theme.
My pubic hair is shaved, she is not. She knows this is an open sign of my submissive tendencies, but we don’t discuss it. I have mentioned, while making love, that I love the way my shaved cock feels when pushed all the way into her and I can feel her pubic hair on my body. I now openly shave in front of her when we shower together, she doesn’t say anything. I shave almost daily to keep myself stubble free. I usually allow three months for it to grow in before my annual doctors’ appointment, but look forward to being bald as soon as that appointment is over.
I also feel that going down on her after making love and ejaculating in her, is the ultimate sign of my willingness to be submissive. I can not make myself do it if she does not tell me to do it. It’s just a really hard thing to do. But if she say, “go down on me” or “I’d like to cum now”, or “clean me up”, I will without hesitation go down on her and lick my ejaculate from her. She has on one occasion asked me to pull out and come on her stomach, and then told me to lick it up. I did, it was hard, but once I got my first tongue full of sperm, I cleaned her completely. I now don’t mind the taste of my cum and fantasize about it more than any other single fantasy. I would like this to be a every time part of our lovemaking but it is not at this time. It does happen often, but not often enough. Again, I can’t do it at all unless she encourages me, this seems to be a natural phenomena with many men after orgasm.
What will follow on this blog is a series of my original writings. They are extrapolated fantasies, based on a small amount of truth and reality. I have written a fair amount and shared them all, one way or another with my wife.
I’m not trying to make a statement or change anyone’s live. I do know that what we have together is fun and normal, and our lives, not my fantasies, are what are important. It’s about family, friends and being a good person, trying to make a difference, and being honest with everyone we meet. The rest is just fun.
A Simple Solution #1
“I think your testosterone may be low”
“Well, that could be, I wonder if I can get that over the counter?”
I have not been able to maintain en erection as I use to
“I think I have a way to solve the problem,”
I looked at her a little confused, but willing to try anything at this point.
“OK, how do we do that?
”I have an idea”
With that she went to the cabinet and took out a glass and set it on the kitchen counter
Next she walked over to me stuck her thumbs in my pajama bottoms and with one moved pulled them all the way down.
“Step out”
I stepped out of my PJ’s and stood in the middle of our kitchen naked from the waist down.
“Take off your tee shirt”
I did, now I was totally naked.
“This is what we are going to do. And we are going to do this at least once a day, every day for at least two weeks to see if it works. Right now, I’m going to make you cum and I’m going to catch your sperm in that glass. Then you are going to get on your knees, tilt your head back and open your mouth. Then I’m going to pour the cum into your mouth and you’re going to swallow, returning whatever testosterone you produce back into your system. Seems like a foolproof plan to me,” you say with a smile.
I was starting to get hard.
“Oh, I see you like this idea” looking at my rising penis. She grabbed my stiffening cock and continues.
“Now sometimes you’ll lick it from me after we make love, that’s called eating a creampie. Or if I give you a blowjob, I’ll share it with you from my mouth, called snowballing. Or I may just have you lick it from my hands or my body or from your hand or feed it to you from wherever it falls”
I was now hard and embarrassed by my erection. I mean after all, I was, by getting hard, admitting I wanted to eat my own sperm.
“Now this first time is a little extreme I know, but we have to get you use to the taste and the idea, so this first time we’ll just do it my way. In the future, I’ll make it more fun for you…and for me.”
With that she grabbed my cock in one hand and my balls in the other and started pumping.
“Your erection tells me you’re probably a cum slut anyway and will enjoy this, but don’t forget to tell me when you’re about to shoot so I can put the glass in place”.
With that a pretty serious hand job started.
It wasn’t long before I was pushing against her hand and on the edge of orgasm.
“OK, I’m almost there, you better grab the glass.” I couldn’t believe I was helping her with this humiliating process.
She stopped squeezing my balls and grabbed the glass from the counter and kept pumping with her other hand. Within a few more seconds I was ready.
“Oh shit” and I shot the first of four or five spurts of cum into the glass. She slowed her pumping but milked all the sperm from the end of my cock, wiping the edge of the glass along the head of my cock to get the last drop.
“Quick, get on your knees and open your mouth before you think about this too much”
I did as I was told, head back, mouth open, I decided to close my eyes.
Then she did it, she actually poured my cum into my mouth. I couldn’t believe she actually did it, I couldn’t believe I agreed.
“Open your eyes and stick out your tongue, I want you to get the last drop off the edge of the glass”.
Again, I did as I was told and licked the last drop from the edge of the glass, smelling the pungent scent of sperm. As I look up at you, you, looking down at me with a knowing realization of your momentary power and of my submission.
“Now swallow it all, quickly, do it now before you chicken out,” you order.
One more time, I did as I was told. I swallowed it all, my first mouthful of sperm, but I bet it’s not my last, judging from the look on your face.
“There, that wasn’t so bad was it? Now you know how a woman feels after giving a blowjob.” She bent down and kissed me on the lips. I felt a little flush with embarrassment.
“I never thought I’d be kissing my husband with his mouth tasting like sperm” She laughed.
She hugged my head to her stomach as I remained on my knees and she said. “Look at you, on your knees, naked having swallowed a mouthful of cum” She looks down at me. “Do you feel like a slut, because you look like such a slut” She laughs and holds my face in her hands.
“How does it feel honey? You on your knees, naked, shaved, and submissive?” It was a rhetorical question, she knew I loved it.
She opened her bathrobe and pulled down her pajama bottoms. “While you’re there, you should lick me a little don’t you think?” She pulled my head toward her crotch. I breathed deeply, nestled my nose in her pubic hair and reached out with my tongue to taste her pussy. My eyes closed and my breathing slowed. A feeling of complete serenity came over me as I lost myself totally in her scent, her taste, the feel of pussy against my face. Her hands were on the back of my head encouraging me toward her, my hands on her hips. I was quickly lost in her, I moaned softly, my mind consumed in my passion for her, my servicing her at this moment. I was in heaven.
After what seemed like way too short a time she softly said, “OK, honey, that’s good enough”
She grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. I was slightly dazed.
“Now I want you to think about this all day because tonight I want you to lick your cum from me after we make love. I think getting a double dose the first day is a good idea, don’t you? She had a big Chesser Cat smile on her face, as if to say, you wanted to taste your cum, well now you’re going to get a belly full.
She reached between my legs and squeezed my balls. We both looking down, she wipes one last drop from the end of my cock with her index finger and holds it in front of my face.
“Here, get this last drop will you?”
I open my mouth and suck her finger clean.
“Don’t want to miss any,” she laughed..
She grabs my balls and squeezes.
“So you make some more today, so we can do this again tonight, OK?”
With one final hard squeeze she laughed shaking her head, rinsed the glass in the sink, puts it in the dishwasher and continued about her morning getting ready for work.
I grabbed my clothing from the floor and head upstairs to shower and shave and think about what just happened. It was a classic case of “watch out what you wish for.” On one hand I knew her little experiment wouldn’t work and it was just a game, but on the other, my cock was starting to stir already knowing I would be eating a lot of cum from now on. Not because I wanted to eat sperm, but because she was going to “make” me do it. That was the exciting part, being told to eat sperm by my wife, the woman I love. The feeling of submission, embarrassment and surrender was tantalizing.
I knew she was into recycling, but I never thought she would take it this far!
“Well, that could be, I wonder if I can get that over the counter?”
I have not been able to maintain en erection as I use to
“I think I have a way to solve the problem,”
I looked at her a little confused, but willing to try anything at this point.
“OK, how do we do that?
”I have an idea”
With that she went to the cabinet and took out a glass and set it on the kitchen counter
Next she walked over to me stuck her thumbs in my pajama bottoms and with one moved pulled them all the way down.
“Step out”
I stepped out of my PJ’s and stood in the middle of our kitchen naked from the waist down.
“Take off your tee shirt”
I did, now I was totally naked.
“This is what we are going to do. And we are going to do this at least once a day, every day for at least two weeks to see if it works. Right now, I’m going to make you cum and I’m going to catch your sperm in that glass. Then you are going to get on your knees, tilt your head back and open your mouth. Then I’m going to pour the cum into your mouth and you’re going to swallow, returning whatever testosterone you produce back into your system. Seems like a foolproof plan to me,” you say with a smile.
I was starting to get hard.
“Oh, I see you like this idea” looking at my rising penis. She grabbed my stiffening cock and continues.
“Now sometimes you’ll lick it from me after we make love, that’s called eating a creampie. Or if I give you a blowjob, I’ll share it with you from my mouth, called snowballing. Or I may just have you lick it from my hands or my body or from your hand or feed it to you from wherever it falls”
I was now hard and embarrassed by my erection. I mean after all, I was, by getting hard, admitting I wanted to eat my own sperm.
“Now this first time is a little extreme I know, but we have to get you use to the taste and the idea, so this first time we’ll just do it my way. In the future, I’ll make it more fun for you…and for me.”
With that she grabbed my cock in one hand and my balls in the other and started pumping.
“Your erection tells me you’re probably a cum slut anyway and will enjoy this, but don’t forget to tell me when you’re about to shoot so I can put the glass in place”.
With that a pretty serious hand job started.
It wasn’t long before I was pushing against her hand and on the edge of orgasm.
“OK, I’m almost there, you better grab the glass.” I couldn’t believe I was helping her with this humiliating process.
She stopped squeezing my balls and grabbed the glass from the counter and kept pumping with her other hand. Within a few more seconds I was ready.
“Oh shit” and I shot the first of four or five spurts of cum into the glass. She slowed her pumping but milked all the sperm from the end of my cock, wiping the edge of the glass along the head of my cock to get the last drop.
“Quick, get on your knees and open your mouth before you think about this too much”
I did as I was told, head back, mouth open, I decided to close my eyes.
Then she did it, she actually poured my cum into my mouth. I couldn’t believe she actually did it, I couldn’t believe I agreed.
“Open your eyes and stick out your tongue, I want you to get the last drop off the edge of the glass”.
Again, I did as I was told and licked the last drop from the edge of the glass, smelling the pungent scent of sperm. As I look up at you, you, looking down at me with a knowing realization of your momentary power and of my submission.
“Now swallow it all, quickly, do it now before you chicken out,” you order.
One more time, I did as I was told. I swallowed it all, my first mouthful of sperm, but I bet it’s not my last, judging from the look on your face.
“There, that wasn’t so bad was it? Now you know how a woman feels after giving a blowjob.” She bent down and kissed me on the lips. I felt a little flush with embarrassment.
“I never thought I’d be kissing my husband with his mouth tasting like sperm” She laughed.
She hugged my head to her stomach as I remained on my knees and she said. “Look at you, on your knees, naked having swallowed a mouthful of cum” She looks down at me. “Do you feel like a slut, because you look like such a slut” She laughs and holds my face in her hands.
“How does it feel honey? You on your knees, naked, shaved, and submissive?” It was a rhetorical question, she knew I loved it.
She opened her bathrobe and pulled down her pajama bottoms. “While you’re there, you should lick me a little don’t you think?” She pulled my head toward her crotch. I breathed deeply, nestled my nose in her pubic hair and reached out with my tongue to taste her pussy. My eyes closed and my breathing slowed. A feeling of complete serenity came over me as I lost myself totally in her scent, her taste, the feel of pussy against my face. Her hands were on the back of my head encouraging me toward her, my hands on her hips. I was quickly lost in her, I moaned softly, my mind consumed in my passion for her, my servicing her at this moment. I was in heaven.
After what seemed like way too short a time she softly said, “OK, honey, that’s good enough”
She grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. I was slightly dazed.
“Now I want you to think about this all day because tonight I want you to lick your cum from me after we make love. I think getting a double dose the first day is a good idea, don’t you? She had a big Chesser Cat smile on her face, as if to say, you wanted to taste your cum, well now you’re going to get a belly full.
She reached between my legs and squeezed my balls. We both looking down, she wipes one last drop from the end of my cock with her index finger and holds it in front of my face.
“Here, get this last drop will you?”
I open my mouth and suck her finger clean.
“Don’t want to miss any,” she laughed..
She grabs my balls and squeezes.
“So you make some more today, so we can do this again tonight, OK?”
With one final hard squeeze she laughed shaking her head, rinsed the glass in the sink, puts it in the dishwasher and continued about her morning getting ready for work.
I grabbed my clothing from the floor and head upstairs to shower and shave and think about what just happened. It was a classic case of “watch out what you wish for.” On one hand I knew her little experiment wouldn’t work and it was just a game, but on the other, my cock was starting to stir already knowing I would be eating a lot of cum from now on. Not because I wanted to eat sperm, but because she was going to “make” me do it. That was the exciting part, being told to eat sperm by my wife, the woman I love. The feeling of submission, embarrassment and surrender was tantalizing.
I knew she was into recycling, but I never thought she would take it this far!
A Simple Solution # 2
I had gotten home before my wife and got started on dinner. I knew she would only be minutes behind me.
Moments later the phone rang, she was calling from her cell.
We talked about dinner and our work day and then she said, “why don’t you get undressed and get out the glass, we’ll get the second dose out of the way when I come in. Oh, and could you make me a martini, I could use a drink”
It’s not like I had forgotten about my first “dose”, that morning, but I wasn’t expecting this to be a “cum on demand” event.
“You want me naked when you get home?” I asked incredulously.
“Yea, I do, and the glass on the counter, that’s right.”
I paused for a moment to digest her matter of fact tone. “Oh, OK…see you in a few minutes.”
“OK, I’ll be right there.”
I hung up and looked at the dish drain next to the sink. The glass she used this morning was still there. I reached for it and placed it on the counter, my cock twitched and I flushed remembering the start of our day. I started to undress, folding my clothing on a chair in the corner. By the time I was naked, I was three quarters hard and I hadn’t touched myself.
How could the embarrassment of being naked, jerked off and made to swallow my own sperm excite me? I couldn’t deny to myself or to my wife I actually knew the answer. It was the submissiveness of it. It was being naked while she was dress. It was the kinkiness and nastiness of having my wife of many years, the woman I love feed me my cum. It was embarrassing and humiliating and thinking about it made me very hard. I never should have told her of my cum eating fantasy and how I could never bring myself to do it and I needed her to make me. Or should I have?
As I heard her car pull into the garage and I looked down at my naked body and shaved cock and wondered, with embarrassment, how I should greet her. I decided I had to be proactive, so I walked to the door leading to the garage and opened it, staying inside the house but clearly visible to her as she got out of her car and opened the trunk to retrieve groceries. She looked up, smiled and shook her head.
“Come here and give me a hand.”
Our garage faces the side of the house with only one neighbor on that side, but still!
She glanced toward our neighbor home, “I don’t think they are home but hit the garage door closer and come here and help”
As the door was closing I walked out into the garage and to the back of her car, my cock bouncing and swinging lewdly, a string of pre-come hanging from the tip. She handing me two bags, one for each hand, closed the truck and wiped the pre-cum from my cock with a finger and held her finger in front of my face. I licked it clean. She pushed my cock up against my stomach, pressed her pelvis into me, pushing my butt against her car and kissed me, slowly running her tongue around my lips. I moaned.
“It didn’t take long for you to get in a state did it?” she said with a smile stepping back and looking down.
“You must really enjoy eating cum, huh?”
”It’s that and everything else” I said with some embarrassment.
“I know” she said. And she did.
I followed her into the house and placed the bags on the counter, next to the glass.
“I didn’t have time to make your martini, I’ll do that now”.
As she put the groceries away, I made her a drink and we chatted about things, nothing important, just husband and wife stuff. I liked the oddness of it, knowing what was coming, so to speak. After ten minutes or so, she picked up the glass and asked me, “do you want to do this now or after dinner?”
She had changed the dynamic. She wasn’t so much telling me I would be eating my sperm, she was asking me when I wanted to eat my cum. I wasn’t sure she was aware of the subtle shift, but by the smile on her face, she apparently was. My cock twitched.
“Now I think”, I said.
“Honey, you know that “now” is not an answer to the question. Tell me what you want to do.”
Check. My humiliation was almost complete, and would be by my next reply.
I was standing naked, shaved and hard in a room with my wife in business suit sipping a martini with one hand and holding an empty glass in the other. My skin flushed with embarrassment and my heartbeat picked up. I now had to ask her to make me eat cum.
I looked at her and squeaked out my request. “I think I would like to cum now and have you feed me my cum before dinner.”
“Well if that is what YOU want, come over here and lean against the counter and spread your legs”
Checkmate
Moments later the phone rang, she was calling from her cell.
We talked about dinner and our work day and then she said, “why don’t you get undressed and get out the glass, we’ll get the second dose out of the way when I come in. Oh, and could you make me a martini, I could use a drink”
It’s not like I had forgotten about my first “dose”, that morning, but I wasn’t expecting this to be a “cum on demand” event.
“You want me naked when you get home?” I asked incredulously.
“Yea, I do, and the glass on the counter, that’s right.”
I paused for a moment to digest her matter of fact tone. “Oh, OK…see you in a few minutes.”
“OK, I’ll be right there.”
I hung up and looked at the dish drain next to the sink. The glass she used this morning was still there. I reached for it and placed it on the counter, my cock twitched and I flushed remembering the start of our day. I started to undress, folding my clothing on a chair in the corner. By the time I was naked, I was three quarters hard and I hadn’t touched myself.
How could the embarrassment of being naked, jerked off and made to swallow my own sperm excite me? I couldn’t deny to myself or to my wife I actually knew the answer. It was the submissiveness of it. It was being naked while she was dress. It was the kinkiness and nastiness of having my wife of many years, the woman I love feed me my cum. It was embarrassing and humiliating and thinking about it made me very hard. I never should have told her of my cum eating fantasy and how I could never bring myself to do it and I needed her to make me. Or should I have?
As I heard her car pull into the garage and I looked down at my naked body and shaved cock and wondered, with embarrassment, how I should greet her. I decided I had to be proactive, so I walked to the door leading to the garage and opened it, staying inside the house but clearly visible to her as she got out of her car and opened the trunk to retrieve groceries. She looked up, smiled and shook her head.
“Come here and give me a hand.”
Our garage faces the side of the house with only one neighbor on that side, but still!
She glanced toward our neighbor home, “I don’t think they are home but hit the garage door closer and come here and help”
As the door was closing I walked out into the garage and to the back of her car, my cock bouncing and swinging lewdly, a string of pre-come hanging from the tip. She handing me two bags, one for each hand, closed the truck and wiped the pre-cum from my cock with a finger and held her finger in front of my face. I licked it clean. She pushed my cock up against my stomach, pressed her pelvis into me, pushing my butt against her car and kissed me, slowly running her tongue around my lips. I moaned.
“It didn’t take long for you to get in a state did it?” she said with a smile stepping back and looking down.
“You must really enjoy eating cum, huh?”
”It’s that and everything else” I said with some embarrassment.
“I know” she said. And she did.
I followed her into the house and placed the bags on the counter, next to the glass.
“I didn’t have time to make your martini, I’ll do that now”.
As she put the groceries away, I made her a drink and we chatted about things, nothing important, just husband and wife stuff. I liked the oddness of it, knowing what was coming, so to speak. After ten minutes or so, she picked up the glass and asked me, “do you want to do this now or after dinner?”
She had changed the dynamic. She wasn’t so much telling me I would be eating my sperm, she was asking me when I wanted to eat my cum. I wasn’t sure she was aware of the subtle shift, but by the smile on her face, she apparently was. My cock twitched.
“Now I think”, I said.
“Honey, you know that “now” is not an answer to the question. Tell me what you want to do.”
Check. My humiliation was almost complete, and would be by my next reply.
I was standing naked, shaved and hard in a room with my wife in business suit sipping a martini with one hand and holding an empty glass in the other. My skin flushed with embarrassment and my heartbeat picked up. I now had to ask her to make me eat cum.
I looked at her and squeaked out my request. “I think I would like to cum now and have you feed me my cum before dinner.”
“Well if that is what YOU want, come over here and lean against the counter and spread your legs”
Checkmate
A Simple Solution # 3
As I leaned against the counter she took my left nipple in her mouth and lightly kissed and then suckled it. My cock got even harder and I moaned. She then moved to the other nipple, never even touching my penis. My hips jerked involuntarily.
She stood up and looked at me. “You like that”
“YES” was all I could gasp.
She slowly rolled both wet nipples between her thumb and forefinger as she looked at my cock. My gasping reaction and lurching hips were a direct indication of the effect she was having on me. This sucking and rolling continued for over a minute as she increased her sexual attack on my nipples and I became audibly and physically more responsive, now gasping and catching my breath. My eyes were closed tight and I was grasping the edge of the counter, embarrassed in my nudity and spread legs, my erection, trying to compose myself enough to take all of her attention without moving from her grasp. I willed myself to stay under her twisting fingers and mouth but I was squirming and my cock pulsing and swinging, my knees starting to fail me. I couldn’t allow myself to pull away because I needed her over stimulation and I needed her to see the dramatic effect of her attention and how badly I needed this. And still not a touch to my cock making the onslaught all the more erotic.
I imagined what I looked like now in total slutty, willing submission to her and no longer caring that she knows, that she controls, that I am as venerable as a husband can be with his wife. I am slipping into a state of mind that is peaceful, concentrating only on my acquiescence of control. I half open my eyes, gazed directly into her eyes and say, “please, I need to cum, please make me eat my cum”.
She smiles and says, “In one more minute I will. Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
“God yes…look at me.” I loved the words “doing to you”, she knows her control.
“I’m almost in sexual overload, I have never felt so naked”. I said No one could be more naked, stripped, shaved and on the edge of an orgasm for many minutes at the hands of my fully dressed, loving wife.
“Please kiss me.” I said.
She leans in, kissing lightly, then deeper, then with passion and tongue. I moan loudly.
She leans back but doesn’t let go of my nipples and looks me up and down, a smile on her lips.
“You are so totally mine”
“I always have been yours, but this time you have taken me”
“Yes, that’s true, but now that I have taken you this far, what if I want more?”
“Anything you want, I will do”
“We’ll see about that.” She said with a smile.
“I’m going to make you cum now” I agreed, it was totally her orgasm to give.
She picks up the glass in one hand and grabs my cock in the other, firmly pushing back against my body. The head of my cock wet with pre-cum and bulging purple in her grasp. Another moan from me knowing this will not take long.
She pumped slowly, with me now wildly thrusting forward toward release.
Four more pumps and I said, “I’m going to cum”
She positions the glass and I think I may have screamed, I know I shot one, two, three, at least four spurts into the bottom of the glass. She kept milking and then after, wiped the edge of the glass against my now ultra sensitive cock head to get the last drop or two.
“Oh my God.” That was the extent of my commentary.
She stepped back and handed me the glass.
“This time, you get to do this all on your own, as your proof to me that you want this”
I reached out and took the glass with a post orgasmic shaking hand. I looked at it, a fair amount of my sperm in the bottom. It was no longer sexy, it was no longer desirable, it wasn’t what I wanted to do any longer. It was sperm in a glass, and I was a guy and guys don’t drink sperm from a glass.
“It’s important that you do this now, not just for me, but for you. Don’t think about it, what it is or what you want or don’t want. I am asking you to do this because you need me to ask you to do this. I will not force you, but if you don’t do it now, on your own, we will never do it again”.
I poured the sperm into my mouth.
“Hold it in your mouth for a second”
I did, looking at her, not wanting to move or to think.
“Swallow”
I did.
She took the glass from me and put it in the sink. She handed me her martini and I took a sip.
“I’m going to need to cum tonight, and you may get a third dose if you’re up for it, but right now let’s get dinner on the table. Throw on your pants and shirt and put your socks and underwear in the laundry room.”
I did as I was told and slowly came back to reality. We had a simple dinner and continued with husband and wife chatter. I felt great knowing we were so happy together, so normal. I guess that is what marriage after all these years really means, trust, no inhibitions, sharing secrets and fantasies and love. I hugged her and kissed her neck, and felt a slight stirring in my groin, again. Would I actually be eating a third load of sperm today? I bet even my wife hasn’t ever done that!
Did I say we were so normal? You know, I bet we are.
She stood up and looked at me. “You like that”
“YES” was all I could gasp.
She slowly rolled both wet nipples between her thumb and forefinger as she looked at my cock. My gasping reaction and lurching hips were a direct indication of the effect she was having on me. This sucking and rolling continued for over a minute as she increased her sexual attack on my nipples and I became audibly and physically more responsive, now gasping and catching my breath. My eyes were closed tight and I was grasping the edge of the counter, embarrassed in my nudity and spread legs, my erection, trying to compose myself enough to take all of her attention without moving from her grasp. I willed myself to stay under her twisting fingers and mouth but I was squirming and my cock pulsing and swinging, my knees starting to fail me. I couldn’t allow myself to pull away because I needed her over stimulation and I needed her to see the dramatic effect of her attention and how badly I needed this. And still not a touch to my cock making the onslaught all the more erotic.
I imagined what I looked like now in total slutty, willing submission to her and no longer caring that she knows, that she controls, that I am as venerable as a husband can be with his wife. I am slipping into a state of mind that is peaceful, concentrating only on my acquiescence of control. I half open my eyes, gazed directly into her eyes and say, “please, I need to cum, please make me eat my cum”.
She smiles and says, “In one more minute I will. Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
“God yes…look at me.” I loved the words “doing to you”, she knows her control.
“I’m almost in sexual overload, I have never felt so naked”. I said No one could be more naked, stripped, shaved and on the edge of an orgasm for many minutes at the hands of my fully dressed, loving wife.
“Please kiss me.” I said.
She leans in, kissing lightly, then deeper, then with passion and tongue. I moan loudly.
She leans back but doesn’t let go of my nipples and looks me up and down, a smile on her lips.
“You are so totally mine”
“I always have been yours, but this time you have taken me”
“Yes, that’s true, but now that I have taken you this far, what if I want more?”
“Anything you want, I will do”
“We’ll see about that.” She said with a smile.
“I’m going to make you cum now” I agreed, it was totally her orgasm to give.
She picks up the glass in one hand and grabs my cock in the other, firmly pushing back against my body. The head of my cock wet with pre-cum and bulging purple in her grasp. Another moan from me knowing this will not take long.
She pumped slowly, with me now wildly thrusting forward toward release.
Four more pumps and I said, “I’m going to cum”
She positions the glass and I think I may have screamed, I know I shot one, two, three, at least four spurts into the bottom of the glass. She kept milking and then after, wiped the edge of the glass against my now ultra sensitive cock head to get the last drop or two.
“Oh my God.” That was the extent of my commentary.
She stepped back and handed me the glass.
“This time, you get to do this all on your own, as your proof to me that you want this”
I reached out and took the glass with a post orgasmic shaking hand. I looked at it, a fair amount of my sperm in the bottom. It was no longer sexy, it was no longer desirable, it wasn’t what I wanted to do any longer. It was sperm in a glass, and I was a guy and guys don’t drink sperm from a glass.
“It’s important that you do this now, not just for me, but for you. Don’t think about it, what it is or what you want or don’t want. I am asking you to do this because you need me to ask you to do this. I will not force you, but if you don’t do it now, on your own, we will never do it again”.
I poured the sperm into my mouth.
“Hold it in your mouth for a second”
I did, looking at her, not wanting to move or to think.
“Swallow”
I did.
She took the glass from me and put it in the sink. She handed me her martini and I took a sip.
“I’m going to need to cum tonight, and you may get a third dose if you’re up for it, but right now let’s get dinner on the table. Throw on your pants and shirt and put your socks and underwear in the laundry room.”
I did as I was told and slowly came back to reality. We had a simple dinner and continued with husband and wife chatter. I felt great knowing we were so happy together, so normal. I guess that is what marriage after all these years really means, trust, no inhibitions, sharing secrets and fantasies and love. I hugged her and kissed her neck, and felt a slight stirring in my groin, again. Would I actually be eating a third load of sperm today? I bet even my wife hasn’t ever done that!
Did I say we were so normal? You know, I bet we are.
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