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.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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.
________________________________
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.
________________________________
Signature
____________________
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.
A Simple Solution #4
The evening progressed uneventfully as expected. I was still amazed at what had happen this day and could not believe that I had two orgasms, and was willingly fed my cum by my wife. The thought of it was disconcerting and stimulating at the same time.
We were standing in our bathroom getting ready for bed, my wife in a long tee shire and me naked. I knew she was horny, she had told me she was and needed to cum. I was more than willing to help, I love going down on her and would spend every night between her legs if she would let me.
I also had to assume that her manipulation of me, stripping me, making me beg to cum and willingly eating my cum had gotten her juices flowing so to speak.
Looking in the mirror at her nipples poking through her tee shirt and thinking about giving her a back rub and feeling her skin beneath my hands and lips was having an effect on me. I was starting to swell, even after having cum twice today. For some reason my growing erection and nakedness was a little embarrassing to me.
“Well aren’t you the randy boy? Look at him.”
Though not completely hard, I was getting there without a touch.
I hopped into bed first, and she joined me after stripping off her tee shirt.
“A back rub would be nice”
I straddled her hips and started working on the knots in her neck, shoulders and upper back. My cock nestled nicely on her ass. I was going to take my time, slowly working down her back and loosening the muscles around her spine.
I move to her ass, kneading her cheeks slowly but firmly. After a minute or two I deliberately spread her cheeks so I could see her asshole. I knew she knew what I was doing and hoped she was feeling the thrill and embarrassment of having such a private area being so completely exposed to my view. I held her ass open and brought my lips to the top of her crack and kissed. Still holding her open, I lightly flicked my tongue across her hole, and then waited a moment. I then pressed my tongue more firmly onto her ass and then probed her and licked. I felt myself slowing slipping into that mindset of needing to please her, reveling in her body. It was like a high, a place of submission, a space in my head where I could only think of her body, her taste and my desire to please.
I worked down her legs, I kneaded her feet, slowly, one at a time. I’m not a foot fetish kind of guy, but I could imagine how good this must feel and my cock hardened again knowing I was pleasing her.
Shortly after, she rolled onto her back and pulled her knees up, offering me her pussy. I needed not further encouragement. This is what I live for, her pussy.
I was now totally lost in her. Her taste, her smell, her wetness drove me further into a calm and intense sexual excitement. I needed her wetness on my face and I rubbed my face into her. I was now moaning and could not lay on my stomach because the friction of the bed on my cock may make me cum.
I got on my knees and move slightly to her side, one of her legs flat on the bed. She reached out and started playing with one of my nipples. I was now completely in subspace, I moaned again and my breathing slowed.
I kept my fingers in her pussy and got on my knees presenting my cock to her mouth. She took me in her mouth, sucking as I finger fucked her. There is no more beautiful sight in the world than my wife with my cock in her mouth. And I mean that. She is a great cock sucker, and she knows it and enjoys it. I could only do this for a short time or I would cum in her mouth, and she had other plans for my cum.
I put my mouth back to her pussy and move my cock away from her mouth. She reached out and caressed my balls and then squeezed them rather hard. I stayed in place but groaned. I started working on her pussy with even more enthusiasm. Her ball squeezing can be hard at times and I like it, but again I had to will myself to stay in place and worked more enthusiastically with my mouth.
She reached an orgasm shortly after, clamping my head between her legs. This is where I should live, held in place by my wife after an orgasm.
In a few minutes, after she calmed, I was hard but not hard enough to make love. I had already cum twice today and I didn’t think three times was in the cards.
She asked, “Can you make yourself cum?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll try”
“Then lie down and jerk off for me”
I got onto my back and she put her head on my chest, watching me stroke my cock. I had to work hard at it having cum just hours before, but after about five minutes of very serious cock beating, I told her I thought I could cum soon.
She said, “I’ve never seen a cock beaten so hard, this is amazing!”
That was all it took, I did cum, but only a few drops.
She put her hand on my hand on my cock, turned to look at me and said, “Good”.
She then wiped the few drops from my cock and stomach with her fingers and brought them to my mouth.
I opened and sucked the last bit of cum for the day from her fingers. I didn’t think anything of it.
“You have eaten more cum just today than I have in years. How did you like it?”
“It was absolutely great, thanks” Yea, I thanked her for feeding me my cum, how odd but totally honest.
“Good, there will be more tomorrow” She put her hand on my hard working balls and patted.
“Fill those balls up again OK Honey?”
“I’m working on it as we speak.”
And with that we held each other and fell to sleep.
We were standing in our bathroom getting ready for bed, my wife in a long tee shire and me naked. I knew she was horny, she had told me she was and needed to cum. I was more than willing to help, I love going down on her and would spend every night between her legs if she would let me.
I also had to assume that her manipulation of me, stripping me, making me beg to cum and willingly eating my cum had gotten her juices flowing so to speak.
Looking in the mirror at her nipples poking through her tee shirt and thinking about giving her a back rub and feeling her skin beneath my hands and lips was having an effect on me. I was starting to swell, even after having cum twice today. For some reason my growing erection and nakedness was a little embarrassing to me.
“Well aren’t you the randy boy? Look at him.”
Though not completely hard, I was getting there without a touch.
I hopped into bed first, and she joined me after stripping off her tee shirt.
“A back rub would be nice”
I straddled her hips and started working on the knots in her neck, shoulders and upper back. My cock nestled nicely on her ass. I was going to take my time, slowly working down her back and loosening the muscles around her spine.
I move to her ass, kneading her cheeks slowly but firmly. After a minute or two I deliberately spread her cheeks so I could see her asshole. I knew she knew what I was doing and hoped she was feeling the thrill and embarrassment of having such a private area being so completely exposed to my view. I held her ass open and brought my lips to the top of her crack and kissed. Still holding her open, I lightly flicked my tongue across her hole, and then waited a moment. I then pressed my tongue more firmly onto her ass and then probed her and licked. I felt myself slowing slipping into that mindset of needing to please her, reveling in her body. It was like a high, a place of submission, a space in my head where I could only think of her body, her taste and my desire to please.
I worked down her legs, I kneaded her feet, slowly, one at a time. I’m not a foot fetish kind of guy, but I could imagine how good this must feel and my cock hardened again knowing I was pleasing her.
Shortly after, she rolled onto her back and pulled her knees up, offering me her pussy. I needed not further encouragement. This is what I live for, her pussy.
I was now totally lost in her. Her taste, her smell, her wetness drove me further into a calm and intense sexual excitement. I needed her wetness on my face and I rubbed my face into her. I was now moaning and could not lay on my stomach because the friction of the bed on my cock may make me cum.
I got on my knees and move slightly to her side, one of her legs flat on the bed. She reached out and started playing with one of my nipples. I was now completely in subspace, I moaned again and my breathing slowed.
I kept my fingers in her pussy and got on my knees presenting my cock to her mouth. She took me in her mouth, sucking as I finger fucked her. There is no more beautiful sight in the world than my wife with my cock in her mouth. And I mean that. She is a great cock sucker, and she knows it and enjoys it. I could only do this for a short time or I would cum in her mouth, and she had other plans for my cum.
I put my mouth back to her pussy and move my cock away from her mouth. She reached out and caressed my balls and then squeezed them rather hard. I stayed in place but groaned. I started working on her pussy with even more enthusiasm. Her ball squeezing can be hard at times and I like it, but again I had to will myself to stay in place and worked more enthusiastically with my mouth.
She reached an orgasm shortly after, clamping my head between her legs. This is where I should live, held in place by my wife after an orgasm.
In a few minutes, after she calmed, I was hard but not hard enough to make love. I had already cum twice today and I didn’t think three times was in the cards.
She asked, “Can you make yourself cum?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll try”
“Then lie down and jerk off for me”
I got onto my back and she put her head on my chest, watching me stroke my cock. I had to work hard at it having cum just hours before, but after about five minutes of very serious cock beating, I told her I thought I could cum soon.
She said, “I’ve never seen a cock beaten so hard, this is amazing!”
That was all it took, I did cum, but only a few drops.
She put her hand on my hand on my cock, turned to look at me and said, “Good”.
She then wiped the few drops from my cock and stomach with her fingers and brought them to my mouth.
I opened and sucked the last bit of cum for the day from her fingers. I didn’t think anything of it.
“You have eaten more cum just today than I have in years. How did you like it?”
“It was absolutely great, thanks” Yea, I thanked her for feeding me my cum, how odd but totally honest.
“Good, there will be more tomorrow” She put her hand on my hard working balls and patted.
“Fill those balls up again OK Honey?”
“I’m working on it as we speak.”
And with that we held each other and fell to sleep.
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