From Insecure to Evil

A tale of transition as secrets are revealed. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

I’d finished the housework I had planed for the day so I decided to surf the net. When I typed the first letter of the website I wanted to visit the browser gave a suggested website that caught my attention; I was curious, so I clicked the link. The website opened my jaw dropped. I watched as a slide show of men being spanked, teased, and powerd to perform various emasculating activities for the entertainment of women who appeared to be their wives or girlfriends rather than professional dominatrix. There were tabs across the top of the home page which lead to sections focused on spanking, denial, ruined orgasms, powerd cum eating, pegging, and cuckolding. I knew Eric must have visited this website otherwise it wouldn't have been in our web browser. In a state of shock I searched the entire browser history and I found at least ten similar websites he’d visited recently. I’m far from being a prude, Eric and I had watched porn, but the things on this website went in very different directions than any videos we had watched together. Confused I stared at the screen, I felt very alone, like I’d just discovered Eric was cheating on me. When I thought more about it I, as I always tend to do, started to blame myself. Apparently I didn’t fulfill his needs so my husband found a place with women who did. On the other hand, Eric’s lack of honesty about his secret desires never even gave me a chance.

For the next couple weeks I watched the computers internet history and I saw that Eric visited that website and others regularly. I knew I had to put a stop to his secrecy, but I didn't know how or where to begin. It was becoming increasingly clear to me that I was hardly the type of woman that really excited my husband. I’ve always been a little insecure and because of the nature of my earliest experiences with sex the only sexual secrets I’ve kept from my husband have been the fantasies I’ve always harbored which involved me being completely submissive to a very dominating man, rather than the reverse. If nothing else I knew I needed to educate myself on how and why men fantasize about these sort of things in hope that it might help me at least understand what was going on with my husband. The biggest source of information was right in front of me, so I spent the rest of the day reading articles about female dominance, looking at all kinds of blogs, and joining various chat rooms. I spent every free moment reading everything I could find to educate myself and I had several chats with women who were once in the same position I found myself. I learned quickly that in real marriages the whores and slut wives of the stories who had unprotected sex with strangers and rushed home to plant the cum of their lovers on their husband’s face were a rare, but vocal minority. Some of the women claimed they were sexually faithful to their husbands, while a majority did admit they had slept with men other than their husbands and intended to do so again in the future, but insisted it was something only they only did occasionally. The one strange constant was that regardless of their frequency or variety of other sexual partners in every case the wives that visited these chat rooms insisted that their husbands either accepted or in most cases approved of their infidelity.

Mary and I hit it off from our first chat. We were much more alike than any of the other women with whom I chatted. She too was once rather shy and insecure and she had also discovered her husbands fetishes in much the same way I did. Mary was very honest about her own contradictory fantasies of being dominated by a man which gave me some inner peace as I admitted that her fantasies mirrored my own. On our second chat she went into detail about how her domination of her husband Tom has made it possible for her to take occasional trips to spend the weekend with her ex-husband Nathan with Tom’s approval. She explained that she divorced Nathan specifically because he treated her like his permisteral whore rather than a wife who he loved in any way. We shared a laugh at the irony that now all three of them get their own form of satisfaction when she chooses to spend the weekend willingly being the whore she divorced her ex for demanding. I found her details of her weekends with Nathan left me very wet and almost envious of her on some level.

She met her current husband Tom soon after she left divorced Nathan and they married a year later. Tom was then and still is the loving and caring man she always wanted to have as a husband. Mary insisted that everything that has happened between them has done nothing to diminish her love or desire for him, to the contrary, she insisted it had enhanced the marriage for both of them. In her words, Tom is and always will be the husband of her dreams, but she confessed in the same breath that no one has ever fucked her like Nathan. She was very familiar with the original website I discovered and gave me an instructional detailed account of how she had done almost everything to Tom that it depicted. The fact that this woman remarkably similar to myself was doing all these things to her husband somehow made it seem more plausible that I might be able to do the same. Mary described how Tom licked her to orgasm daily and she teased him verbally and physically to keep him constantly aroused. She explained how Tom was willing to do anything she wanted when he was aroused and how she used his willingness to dominate him. She found it particularly important to make me understand that even after several years Tom’s willingness to be spanked or clean up after himself as she put it, changed the second he ejaculated. She confined her spanking of her husband to times which he was aroused and willing, however she found powering him to eat his own cum so erotic that she insisted that he consume it the vast majority of the time and added that she found his reluctant obedience more exciting than if he actually enjoyed cleaning up his mess. Mary explained that she had never been with Nathan in front of Tom and had never returned to Tom covered in Nathan’s spunk. Prior to each departure, Mary teased Tom for a couple days about the nasty things Nathan was going to make her do for him without letting him cum and after she returned home she shared every sordid detail of what she’d willingly done for Nathan. For them, leaving Tom aching for release while Mary did anything Nathan wanted was more than enough to remind Tom he was her cuckold and allowed her the brief sexual euphoria of again being Nathan’s whore without the complications anything more might cause.

I spent I hours thinking about what I had read and all the chats I’d had with Mary. I began to understand Eric’s needs and consider my own satisfaction that with my new knowledge I could make my husband’s darkest secrets and sexual dreams come true. I wanted more than anything to be the one woman my husband wanted more than any other, but I was equally concerned that as I became what I now knew he wanted I’d become some caricature dominatrix rather than the woman he married. A fear that my whole plan was going to fall apart before it even started began to overwhelm me. I signed online and was relieved to see Mary was signed in. I spilled my guts to her in paragraph after paragraph explaining my fear of living my life pretending to be something I wasn’t and confessing that I wasn’t even sure I found bossing him around like some kind of bitch, spanking him, let alone fucking my husband’s ass particularly erotic.

Mary allowed me to get it all out before responding. Her first sentence both shocked and relieved me. “In the beginning I felt exactly the same way.” She went on to explain how her feelings had changed over time and that now she fully enjoyed everything she did with Tom and how she’d grown as a woman with the feelings of self-confidence she’d gained as her feelings evolved. I immediately asked for clarification about what she meant by her feelings ‘evolving’. Mary explained that she too didn’t find some of the things she now enjoyed very much particularly erotic at first, but she knew that Tom did and that he undoubtedly felt embarrassed and somewhat emasculated by his fetishes being exposed to the woman he loved. Mary insisted that my immediate reaction to Eric’s fetishes being exposed and the fact that he obviously got sexual gratification out of the things I would do to him and make him do for me was of extreme importance. She made it clear that what Eric, like all men who have these fantasies find erotic is NOT the actual acts they are made to perform. In fact few men other than true masochist would say that they love the pain of a spanking any more than any heterosexual man would choose to shove a vibrator or dildo in their ass on their own just for the fun of it, let alone eagerly lick up their own cum by choice. Mary went on to say that what these particular heterosexual men DID find erotic was that the woman in their life wanted or better yet demanded that they perform these acts their woman’s immense sexual gratification by making them submit to them by being ‘powerd’ to perform such acts to please them. She assured me she and Tom had talked about their feelings in great detail and she was confident Eric would feel exactly the same. I was immediately concerned that I wouldn’t find doing those things to Eric erotic and that the whole thing might blow up in my face if I discovered that I didn’t. Mary didn’t offer much me an out, she insisted it would be critical for Eric to believe that I was equally if not more excited than he was about my new position in our bedroom and that only though my excitement would he find true satisfaction. She even went on to suggest that unless I was ready to embracing my place as the woman of my husbands fantasies I should consider just ’let relaxing dogs lie’. I knew she was being honest for my own good, but I signed off dejected and spent the night lost in my thoughts.

I week later when told Mary I was ready to try my best to fulfill my husband’s needs while exploring my own. She suggested a video website she thought would give me a first hand glimpse of what was to come so that I could decide for myself if I regardless of my conflicted feelings would be able to give Eric the reassurances of my longing for and excitement in his presentation that he would need. I sat behind the computer as the video began. At first I was again shocked as the men moaned and pleaded as they submitted to every imaginable act requested or demanded by their wives. After I managed to get over my initial discomfort I found myself becoming fascinated by the power of the women as their men provided them earth shattering orgasms while they were often denied them any reciprocation. The way the women stood over them, full of confidence as they spanked and teased their helpless husbands was intoxicating erotic. Although Eric loved when I allowed him to fuck my ass, I had never considered the prospect of turning the tables on him, but watching the men melt into putty as the women mounted them from behind with a various array of strap-ons and vibrators was undeniable arousing to me even though I still felt uncomfortable with the idea of fucking my husband’s ass. The cuckolding videos were the hardest for me to grasp as plausible. Although at this point I wondered, but I still couldn’t imagine that Eric really wanted to watch me, or sit at home while I go went to fuck other men, let alone lick their cum out of me when they finished, but I couldn’t help but think about the way Mary and Tom had resolved his place as her cuckold and I couldn’t deny that I still envied her opportunities to fulfill both her and Tom’s fantasies. I had never seriously desired act on my own fantasies, but watching as the women urged their husband’s reluctant faces into their cum filled pussies after they’d finished with their lovers turned me on immensely, as did the various ways the women made their husbands lick up their own cum for the privilege of ejaculation. At the very least, I found myself very eager to have Eric’s face between my legs after the next time he filled me. I still wasn’t convinced everything I now knew I was going to do to Eric would be a huge turn-on for me, but I did know that seeing him melt under my control like the men on the screen would be more than enough to make it very erotic for both of us. When I explained that to Mary she was genuinely happy for me and only suggested that I keep any conflicting details about why I was excited to myself and just let him know how much doing those things to him turned me on and make my insistence that I demand he be willing for me to do them to him again and often crystal clear.

great start! more please...
Robert

Yes please. Keep it coming.
Utter_Rotter
Writer and decadent

An exciting, well written start. I'm looking forward to reading more.

Thanks

GH

YES! I agree, great start. I just wonder how evil this wife will get?????

roberto___2009
Utter_Rotter
goodhusband
Rover68uk
Thank you for the encouragement. It is appreciated.

Chapter 2

I went shopping. The first thing I wanted was sexy new lingerie. I walked into a small shop where I've bought a few nice things before and looked around a bit. I was the only customer in the shop and it didn't take long before the sales girl in the shop to came over to me.

"Can I help you?" she asked polite.

The girl was very attractive and appeared no more than 21 years old. My shyness struck me immediately.

"I’m looking for something special that will make me look very strict.”

"I think I have something for you right here," She replied without hesitation.

I followed her and she pointed me to a black leather set consisting of a bra, thong, and a garter belt with matching stockings. I immediately fell in love with it and I grabbed a set in my size.

"You should try it on first." I knew she was right.
I headed to the changing rooms, took off all my clothes and put on the set. The feeling of new lingerie always excited me, my nipples were hard and very pronounced as they jutted through the leather bra. I looked in the mirror of the changing room and liked what I saw; my breasts looked great and the whole thing fit perfectly. Just when I was about to take it off the girl asked me to come out of the room.

"I would like to check if you have the right size, "it is amazing how many women purchase the wrong size bra."

Typically I’d be too shy to step out of the privacy of the dressing room but she was just trying to help and I didn’t want to be rude. I took one more glance in the mirror and stepped out into the shop.

"Wow, you look hot!”

I blushed at the compliment.

"Awesome curves, but I’ll make sure the bra is the right size."

She fiddled with the bra and without hesitation manipulated my breasts more than seemed necessary. She had to see and feel my hardened nipples. She squatted down and rearranged the thong and the garter belt with equal self pronounced freedom and I felt the thong getting wet from my building juices.

"Everything seems perfect." The girl said finally, "If you change back to your other clothes I will pack your new set for you."

I knew she would notice how wet I’d left the thong. What would she think? I undressed and handed it to her though the door, for some reamister a devilish smile crossed my face at the thought of my arousal be evident. Maybe I was really changing. I dressed in my street clothes before exiting to pay the smiling clerk.

After a short walk I stood in front of a sex shop that I’d found on the internet which specialized in BDSM. I took a deep breath and with my heart beating in my throat I opened the door and entered. The smell of leather and latex filled my nose. The shop looked nice, the lights were dimmed and there was some music playing in the background. I walked in and looked around. I was amazed at all the stuff you could buy as it became clear far more people enjoyed these activities than I thought. I began filling the list I’d made in my head, a riding crop was on the top of the list. I tapped myself on my thigh with the beautiful black leather one that caught my eye and I decided to take it. The next was a strap-on. It didn't take me long to find an amazing assortment, but I didn't have a clue what style or size I should buy. After a few minutes of clueless staring at the at the wall of phalluses a lady from the shop approached me.

"Can I help you make a choice?" she asked.

I did my best not to get shy, but I failed again. "Well...not really." I stuttered nervously.

"Please, let me help you." Her calm voice eased my fear.

Then she added, "Even the most experienced mistresses where nervous their first time."

How could she possibly have known that I wanted to be a mistress, or that this was my first time?

She responded like she’d read my mind, "After 20 years in this shop I have developed a sixth sense for dominant and submissive feelings. Don't worry I will help you to get everything you need for an amazing first night."

Her words made me feel much less nervous.

"But before I can help you I need to know more detail about what you have in mind and your subs level of experience."

I dove in and told her my whole story, at the end she nodded knowingly and smiled.

"I can help you get everything you’ll need to break him properly and if you have some time I’ll make sure you know how to use each item."

I spent two hours in the shop, I was deluged with tips and advice on topics I never dreamed I’d be discussing with a strange woman in public. When we were both convinced I was prepared I paid my bill and headed home renewed with self confidence.

Chapter 3


The following evening Eric and I were watching TV. There wasn’t much on and after half an hour Eric said he was going to the study, ’to get on the net a for bit‘. I knew that my opportunity had arrived.

When Eric had been upstairs for about fifteen minutes I gathered my courage slipped upstairs as quietly as I could and looked through the crack in the study door. Eric was sitting behind his computer with his headphones on. His right hand was between his legs and I it was easy to guess what he was doing with it. I saw a small bit of the screen which confirmed my thoughts. I slipped into the bedroom and changed as quickly as possible. I grabbed my crop and walked back to the study. I took a deep breath and threw the door open.

Eric turned around in panicked shock; his headphones flew off his head as he tired to hide the website and cover his erection at the same time but he knew it was too late. He stuttered some excuses and was too ashamed to even look at me. When he finally did raise his head and realized how I was dressed his jaw dropped and I saw his cock begin to rise.

"Not what you expected, little boy?" I asked with a smile on my face. He was far too embarrassed to respond.

"Follow me on your hands and knees, like a good slut."

The sound of Eric crawling behind me down the hall to the bedroom was incredibly erotic. Commanding my embarrassed husband to do as I pleased was much easier than I had feared. I felt surprisingly comfortable, but I was unsure why.

We entered the bedroom and I ordered Eric to strip and lie down on the bed.

"Lay down on your stomach slut, arms and legs spread!"

The moment he laid down I tied his wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed with some restraints I hidden under the corners of the bed. I positioned him with his feet on the pillows facing the foot of the bed so it was easy for me to access his face. I placed a chair in front of him. In that position Eric had to struggle just to lift his head so he could look at me. Without saying a word we stared into each others eyes, him helpless, me in control. I remained silent until he broke and began talking.

"I am sorry Lori, I promise I will never do that again."

I saw more in his eyes than embarrassment, he truly regretted his actions. I’m sure he genuinely feared I was royally pissed off by catching him jerking himself off to other women. Little did he know my anger over his internet fetishes had vanished days ago. I was ready to take full advantage of what I’d learned and find out how much fun I could have in the process.

"Please untie me Lori I will make it up to you, I promise I will." Was he pleading with me, begging me? I knew instantly I liked hearing him beg.

"You will make it up to me alright, but untie you? I think not. I have all sorts of new toys and I am going to have some fun with you now that I know you get off on being a little slut. You won’t have to jerk off to what other women do to their men anymore, you are about to learn what being a bitch for your wife is all about."

His eyes dropped as he lowered his face into the bed full of embarrassment. He missed the devilish smile that lit up my face. I stood and started to spank his ass with my crop. Eric’s tight ass was quickly somewhere between bright pink and red and his whimpering was becoming louder and his movements were growingly frantic. I lifted the ball gag from the bag and placed the ball in his mouth. I pull the strap tight as I calmly commented about not wanting the neighbors to hear him. I also tied the blindfold in place leaving him in darkness to intensify he feeling of helplessness. His further whimpering was nothing more than mumred moaning as he flapped like a fish out of water as I whipped him. I began to notice I was actually enjoyed the knowing that he found what I was doing to him erotic despite his body language to the contrary. I was hardly beating him to a pulp, but it was clear that as I flexed my crop on to his red cheeks its sting was more than merely uncomfortable. Who would have thought that I’d enjoyed whipping my husband, listening to his moaning and watching his pointless effort to avoid my new found pleasure. I felt strangely powerful and extremely desirable at the same time. I gave him a few more strokes after I was sure he’d had enough, I couldn’t help myself. I stood silently for a moment admiring what I’d done to him before I removed the ball gag.

"Did you enjoy that slut?"

"Yes mistress."

Even though I anticipated it, his answer sent shivers through me. I wasn’t sure on what level he could have actually enjoyed being whipped, more likely he just thought better of saying anything I might not like to hear. Either way, his response excited me more than I had imagined.

"Great then we can continue." Before Eric could response I put the ball gag back in his mouth. He was mumbling something about having had enough, but I knew he needed more and I was growing more anxious to give it to him by the second.

I removed his blindfold and stood in front of him. I slowly spun around to show off my lingerie before taking off my bra and thong. I walked away to get the double strap-on the store clerk had recommended, there was a ball for inside my pussy as well as a shaft for obvious purposes, not too big, not too small, just right to break him in as the clerk put it. I took a seat on the chair and place my legs on his shoulders so he had a good view. I started to fuck myself slowly with the shaft of the strap-on. I saw pure lust in Eric’s eyes as he watched me fuck myself like a wanton whore. I continued my own pleasure until I felt my juices flowing freely. I removed the shaft and slid the ball shaped part of the strap-on all the way up my pussy before securing the straps carefully. My new cock swayed from side to side as I walked to the other side of the room with to get some lube. I stood in front of him, allowing him to watch as I rolled on a condom and coated the my new sheathed cock with lube. I stroked my cock until I was convinced it was lubed up properly and I took my place behind Eric and squeezed more lube into his ass. I worked my fingers into his ring as I had been instructed until I sensed him loosening up. I leaned back and soaked in the scene in front of me, he was shaking as I placed the phallus against his lubed puckered hole. “This isn’t a big thick cock like I’d like to have fuck me, but its big enough you’ll know your ass is mine. I want fucking your ass to be about pleasure for both of us.” I methodically slid my cock into him for the first time. From underneath the ball gag I heard an increasing louder moaning. I took my time, how long this took me was not important, the only requirement was that I succeeded and I wouldn’t stop until I did. I whispered calming words into his ear as I held my position, as he adapted to my evasion. As he relaxed I slowly fed my cock into him until after several minutes I hit bottom. I paused with my cock buried in his ass. “Now am going to fuck you like my little whore, are you ready, bitch? I waited for him to mumble what sound like conformation before I started to fuck Eric in earnest, momentarily regretting that I had used the ball gag and wishing I could have heard his response if I had insisted he beg me to fuck him. The feelings going through my mind of what I had accomplished had my head spinning and my juices flowing. The part of the strap-on which was inside my pussy pushing me closer and closer to my own orgasm each time I powerd my cock into him, without realizing it I began to increase my pace. I lost myself in my own excitement, I was thrusting into him thinking only of the pleasure the bulb inside me was giving me and the orgasm which I desperately needed. My climax was something like I've never felt before, I lost control over my entire body, I screamed and moaned and shouted all manner of vile things at Eric as I thrust into him like I was possessed until I collapsed exhausted on top of him, lost in the pleasure of my intense climax. I regained awareness as Eric's moaning filled my ears. It was only then I realized how lost I’d been and how hard I’d fucked him, I hoped I hadn't hurt him to badly just to get myself off. I realized I had buried my cock as deep as I could with my final thrust as I withdrew the length of my new shaft from him and hurried to undo his ball gag, but before I could apologize for getting carried away, he said, "Thank you mistress," and I knew all was well.

Very hot! I look forward to more

GH

Very hot! I look forward to more

GH

awesome, just awesome zinc!
Robert

Wonderful story. This is going to get so good!

Really hot. I hope my girlfriend gives me a surprise like that.

A most excellent start to a well written and exciting story! Thank you for sharing and perhaps I may learn some tips as well on how to take more
control of my subbie!

goodhusband
I'm glad you're reading this one.

roberto___2009,demonic1000
Thank you for your kind words and encouragement.

youngcouple
Since that is the case I hope she does too. You know the saying though...be careful...

celticman
I'm glad you liked it and who knows maybe you will be able to find something that will be helpful, time will tell.

I'll post another segment shortly...

We showered together and kissed like teenagers. I washed his tender ass and had him stroke himself for me until he was begging me to let him cum. At that point I slapped his hand from his engorged penis, rinsed off the remaining soap off and exited the shower. The look on his face was priceless as I looked back and saw him standing there with his used ass, ragging hard on, and aching blue balls.

I was laying in the bed with my legs spread when he exited the master bathroom. “Eat me,” was all it took and he was face down lapping me like he was dying of thirst. I was enjoying every minute but given the magnitude of my earlier orgasm it took quite some time before I eventually felt another one building.

“We are going to end like this every time with your face between my legs until you take my cum. You’ll learn not to worry about your own orgasms so much, but you’ve been a good boy tonight so I’ll allow you a very special treat tonight. Would you like to fuck your Mistress?”

“Oh God yes Mistress, more than anything.”

“Then have at it. You can fuck my pussy as hard as you want, for as long as you want, then I’ll let you take my cum. You’ve been a good bitch for me and this seems the perfect way to finish off our first night.”

I knew with the time Eric had spent in his fantasy world he was well aware of what I intended to require him to do. Maybe at that point the even thought he wanted to have me grind his face into my pussy full of his cum. His hard cock felt great inside me, but I knew the feeling would be very short lived. “Fuck me hard bitch! Fuck me like I fucked you!” With that he erupted in a few strokes like I’d never seen him before.

I allowed him to empty himself into me completely before I spoke, “Now get down there and show me what a good bitch you are by cleaning up your mess before I cum in your mouth.”

As Mary had warned me, Eric like Tom was reluctant. I pressed his shoulders downward, urging him to do what I wanted. He began tentatively, but either after he had consumed most of his own load or as he sensed my excitement building he began to lick me with purpose. I came again of course and Eric ended our first night of many to come by takeing my cum like he had his own. I allowed him to tenderly lick me for some time before I pulled his cum covered face to mine.
“I love you Eric, but never keep anything you need from me again.”

“I won’t Mistress, never again, I promise.”

“You may call me Lori, your Mistress is done with her bitch for tonight.”

“I love you, Lori.”

“I love you too, Eric.

As we cuddled Eric drifted into relax quickly. I felt a great since of satisfaction that I had literally worn my husband out. I needed to come to grips with my feelings. I realized I was indeed experiencing that different kind of closeness that Mary had described. My husband and I had crossed a barrier and I knew I was the one and only woman who had ever led him to experience his fetishes. Before tonight I was sure he never dreamed they would be anything more than his secret erotic fantasies.

I had to sort out of my own feelings and what I was going to say to Eric in the morning. Mary had been so accurate to this point I was confident Eric would wake up feeling at least uneasy if not completely embarrassed or humiliated about what I had done to him and his reaction to it. Overall, I was a pleasantly surprised that I enjoyed topping him far more than I originally thought I might. I played each scene back in my mind and reflected on my own feelings. I’m clearly not a sadist, any dominance solely for the purpose of causing him pain would never appeal to me. I felt what I can only describe as evil as I enjoyed whipping him, all be it in a strangely sexy and desirable way which I wasn’t sure I fully understood, but I knew immediately it was a feeling I craved. Maybe it was only in seeing the way his very real presentation to me aroused him, knowing that it was me and not any fantasy woman he truly wanted to use him. I remembered how Mary insisted that what Eric would find most erotic was that I and demanded that he perform these acts for me and my expression of the sexual pleasure I got out of making him submit to me while experiencing his darkest fantasies. Knowing that to be true did help me understand my own erotic feelings I had experienced while I watched him flinch as I enjoyed the stinging he endured as I reddened his ass.

Even though at the time I got completely lost in the moment as I reflected on the roughness of the language I’d used as I told Eric what a whore he was and that I was going to fuck his slutty ass for the rest of his life, the simple thought of fucking Eric’s ass in and of itself still doesn’t seem particularly erotic to me. His response to it was however very exciting, more so knowing he allowed himself to enjoy it primarily because he believed it was something I wanted, something I was demanding he do, something I was insisting that he submit to for my pleasure and sexual gratification. I know now it isn’t something that turns me off and that damn bulb inside my pussy felt so good I was certain I could declare his ass as mine to fuck at will, as Mary put it, again and often.

Making him eat his cum was as hot for me as I expected. Insisting he do that on a regular basis would be easy. It was amazing to me that after one night, allowing him to cum without insisting he lick it up in the future would in some way always seem like a waste of an opportunity.

I concluded that at the very least I didn’t dislike anything I’d done to Eric and at best I may have found an erotic side of myself that I never knew I was missing. I was confident that as long as he believed he was doing it for me he would be willing to do almost anything to be a good slut and other opportunities that offered me were already whirling through my thoughts. I was now confident that in the morning when Eric’s fragile male ego would need reassurance to temper his embarrassment that I’d be more than ready to make it very clear that I was very sexually excited by what I’d done to him. Demanding that he accept that he was going receive much more of the same treatment for my pleasure seemed much easier now than I ever thought it would. Eric’s going to spend more time than he ever imagined with his face between my legs. Just knowing the man I love would think of me as the wife of his dreams every time I allow him to take another orgasm from my wet crotch after I use him as my slut should have been enough, but I already knew I was addicted to the reality that I had the power to manipulate Eric to accept literally anything I wanted as if it were some designer have that flooded my brain with endorphins. The opportunity to feed the new evil craving I’d discovered within myself while exploring my own darkest desires had arrived.

great zinc...each chapter gets better and better, congrats!
Robert

Zinc,
Great characters and a great story so far. With great power comes great responsibility. I wonder how long it will take Lori to realise it.

Zinc

This story continues to be excellent. You have made Lori a very complex character which I think is important to a story. I look forward to reading more.

roberto___2009
I'm glad you are following along and enjoying it. Thank for your continued encouragement!

peakmb
I permisterally believe the point you make in your reply is accurate. Certainly in many stories that particular characteristic in women who dominate their husbands is omitted. I perfer to focus on a loving relationship that evolves, but on some level remains on some level a non-traditional love story. Clearly in this genre the woman is in control and the responsibility for the future health of their relationship is in her hands. Time will tell.

goodhusband
I trust though my comments you are well aware of how much I enjoy your writing. I too have certain psycological aspects of this fetish which I enjoy and it is that which ultimately is at the core of the stories I write, although the physical activities included vary. I rarely, if ever have commented about my permisteral thoughts about cuckold stories or caps which focus on the IR aspect as a primary focus. While I recognize IR sex is a fetsh for some in its own right, cuckolding is powerful enough for me without race as a factor and I generally choose not to address it for that reamister and allow the readers to picture the characters in there own mind as the choose. I'm sure as you mentioned that some would choose not to read my stories for that reamister among others. Hopefully enough still enjoy them and the few who comment keep me motivated to continue. Although I will readily admit I don't have the stamina to keep with a story to the extent gifted writers such as yourself have demontrated repeatedly.

I have had a minor technical difficulty that delay my posting of the next chapter for a couple days, but it is minor and I will post more soon. Thank you for following along and for your comments. I'd get bored quickly without them.

Chapter 4

I couldn’t wait to chat with Mary after I sent my boy off to work the following morning, fortunately she was online.
“Hey girl, I DID IT!”

“OMG! How did it go?”

I was typing a mile a minute as gave Mary all the sexual details of my hot first evening as my husband’s Mistress. Then I added that I had mounted his face and rode it to a wonderful climax before I sent off to work hard and horny. Mary said she was impressed and even a little surprised by the extent of what I’d done to Eric the first night and my morning follow through. Apparently she had worked her magic on Tom much more gradually. We concluded I must have had something in my permisterality that made me more naturally open to being dominant than she was initially and that led her to ask how I felt about what I’d done. I tried my best to explain how erotic what I described to her as ‘feeling evil’ was to me.

“I realized I’m not a sadist and I don’t get pleasure from physically hurting Eric just to cause pain, but I’m having some inner conflict because I recognize that I was incredibly aroused by the evil I’d felt within myself when Eric reacted to the pain I intentionally inflicted.”

Mary interrupted only to ask more specifically to define what I meant by evil.

“Not evil as in mean, hateful, or degrading. The feeling is more like I’m being manipulative or controlling, like I have to power to scheme such that I could make him to do literally anything I wanted.”

“It sounds like my protégé has become quite the evil bitch overnight.”

“He’s the bitch, I’m the evil Mistress.”

“Considering what you did to him I guess you’re right. Now all you have to do is decide what your evil side wants and what you need to do to make it happen.”

“Since all I have to do is tell him to eat me and spread my legs I plan on getting off a lot more. loved my tease and denial fun this morning, he was practically begging me just to let him jerk off this morning when I told him to put his hard little penis away and go to work. I loved doing it.”

“Maybe you are evil.”

“I told you, but it gets worse, I’ve been wondering how you got Tom to let you start seeing Nathan.”

“Damn girl, you top your guy one night and you are ready to make him your cuckold. Now I know you’re evil, but for women like us being ‘evil’ per your description anyway isn’t a bad thing. I’m sure Eric will love it just as much as Tom does, but cuckolding him is taking things to a whole different level. Just because he likes being your submissive slut and doing anything you want him to just so you can rub your cum in his face doesn’t necessarily mean he is ready and willing to let you fuck around, but given the websites you told me he visited I’m sure he’s squirted in his own hand thinking about it many times.”

“You really think so?”

“I’m sure of it, but just because a man has fantasized about his wife getting pounded by some stud doesn’t mean he wants it to really happen. I’d bet big money it turns him on, but he certainly wouldn’t be the first guy that gets off imagining something that in reality he’d never want to be more than a dark fantasy.”

I read what Mary typed twice. I was more than a little disappointed. I hadn’t considered that Eric might want that particular fetish to remain a fantasy. “How did you find out Tom wanted to do more than just fantasize about it?”

“Like I said before, I didn’t move as fast as you did. I made him show me the websites I knew he frequented and we read stories and watched videos together. I could see when his cock got hard and I made him explain why. I was surprised to learn how erotic he found the embarrassment of his own arousal when I powerd him to be my bitch and do as I please. Like you I found great pleasure in making him perform tasks that both emasculated him and aroused him. I guess what you describe as feeling evil really gets me off too. I insisted from the beginning that Tom be completely honest with me and explain his feelings, why certain things turned him on, why others didn’t. He was very embarrassed to admit he not only found the cuckold videos hot, but that he often imagined me as the wife getting fucked and himself as the cuckold husband. At the same time he assured me that even though the fantasy of being a cuckold excited him he would never want me to really be with anyone else.”

“So how did you change his mind?”

“I don’t know that I really ever did. I introduce the idea of other men fucking me more as role-playing than anything else. I started by using dildos bigger than Tom’s cock and tell him how much I liked big cocks and how I badly needed to fuck men that could give me what I really need. Then I started telling him I thought about him licking up my lover’s cum every time I made him clean up his mess. He doesn’t even like licking up his own cum so he really hated that part, but I loved it. I could make him admit he got turned thinking about me fucking other guys when he got horny and it wasn’t to tough to get him to agree that if I wanted it he couldn’t stop me from making him lick up my lover’s jizz. Eventually I told him the truth about why I’d left Nathan and working him in as my imaginary stud in our bedroom with me as his whore and Tom as my bitch just came naturally after that. It took a while, but eventually I realized I wanted to do more than pretend and Tom reluctantly acquiesced to my desire. Tom knows that occasionally I’m going to tell him that I want to be Nathan’s whore and that what I want sexually I get. Whether its something I want to do to him, something I want him to do for me, or something I want to do with another man. I’ve found that being with Nathan is more erotic to me now that I’m Tom’s wife than it ever was when I was Nathan’s. Once I get the itch, I send some texts to Nathan and I share the exchange with Tom. Nathan is always very graphic. He enjoys putting Tom down and making me admit that I need his big cock again because Tom’s little penis isn’t enough for me. He always goes through a ritual of making me admit I’ll always be his whore and promise I’ll do anything he wants before he agrees to allow me to visit so he can use me. It’s mostly just psychological foreplay; it makes him feel more like a dominant master and me feel more submissive slut, and it defiantly makes Tom feel like a cuckold.”

“You show him every text, even the really bad ones?”

“Every single one. I’m completely honest about how horny the thought of being Nathan’s slut gets me and how horny another man’s wife wanting to be his whore badly enough to follow his rules gets Nathan. I tell Tom both what I hope and what I’m afraid he’ll do to me. I always have Tom reserve the hotel room that Nathan and I will use and usually talk to Tom until Nathan arrives and again as soon as possible after he’s finished with me while I’m still satisfied and sore from Nathan’s use. When I get home I tell Tom every detail of what a total slut he made me and I make sure he knows how much I loved having his big cock again. Detailing how intensely Nathan made me cum for him always drives Tom crazy with lust. Then I thoroughly use Tom as my bitch before I eventually let him get off and make him imagine he‘s licking up Nathan’s cum. Tom always gets aroused, he can’t help it, me making him my cuckold excites him. Tom has accepted that in return for taking care of his needs he has given up his right to my sexual exclusivity. While Tom must always remain faithful and he’s accepted that I won’t. He gets very jealous reading our raunchy texts before I leave and I always deny his orgasms the last couple days while I tell him how hot I am and how badly I need Nathan. Tom gets crazy with envy knowing that I’m so submissive to Nathan I’ll do anything he wants. Even though every time is very erotic for both of us, if I could honestly tell Tom he is the only man I’d ever want, he’d be relieved, but I can’t because we both know that’s not true, at least not yet. Being a cuckold turns Tom on, but I never said that it is something he wants. He’s as jealous and full of envy as he is filled with lust.”

I was stunned. I’d completely misunderstood. “I thought Tom wanted it as much as you did.”

“Some of the things I do to Tom he wants, others he needs even if he doesn’t want them at the moment. He does get very aroused when I go to Nathan. It excites both of us, we both know it’s going to continue until I decide otherwise. It’s not like he gets mad or angry, he just gets jealous, envious, and horny, he accepts it, but telling you he wants me to do it isn’t true. I want it, or maybe even need it and that is why I cuckold my husband.”

I didn’t know what to say; fortunately Mary continued.

“Don’t go all silent on me, it’s not as bad as it seems. The real question, the only question, is what do you want? After all, you are the evil mistress who can make him do anything, right?”

I thought about what Mary was implying, I had the power to make Eric accept even this, whether he wanted me to or not. “I really think I could.”

“I know you could and it sounds like you have already decided that you will. Do you have a man in mind?”

I had told Mary early on that I shared her fantasies about being submissive to a dominant man, but until now I hadn’t told her why, I hadn’t ever told anyone.

Great story.

Can't wait for the next chapter.

A very good segment. You are doing an excellent job of portraying the complexity of a dom/sub cuckold/hot wife relationship.

Thank you

I look forward to more.

GH

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Zinc,
Strange echo, echo there but you are keeping this story boiling up very nicely. I really like what you doing so far. Thanks.

Very good

Thanks

GH

Awesome zinc. Love the direction this is taking.
I also have fantasies about having a dominant wife, who is submissive to her big dicked lovers.
What i don't get is why no porn film maker makes a movie out of stories like this. This is waaaaay hoter than same old thing you see in porn. I believe (in cuckolding at least) that the story is much hoter than the actual sex scene.
Congrats!.
Robert

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My thanks to you both.
roberto___2009
I share you lust for this type of movie. I guess it would require pornstars would could act better than most and cost more money tp produce. Although I like you believe there would be a large market for the resulting film. Some of the foreign films are more on this line, unfortunately I don't speak Italian. Marc Dorcel has done some where the acting is done mostly without dialog.

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Eric and I fell into a rhythm as I increased my control of our sex life. I took a much different path than my teacher. I wanted to be Eric’s only source of sexual stimulation so initially I banned Eric from watching any type of porn and installed parental controls on our home computers to make sure he’d follow my new rule. His phone was provided by his company and he was too afraid it was monitored like the computers at work to take the chance. Unlike some women in my position, I liked the idea of Eric playing with himself, I enjoyed him being hard as well as horny, provided he never came without my permission. There were two rules I insisted he never *** and I promised that I’d stop everything if he ever did. The first was that I had sole control of when and how he was allowed to have orgasms and the second was requiring his complete honesty at all times. For him, the fear of losing his dream was a more than adequate deterrent and I’m confident he was always completely obedient. I tested his refusal to lie in the beginning by putting him in positions where lying was much easier than being truthful, he passed on every occasion. I allowed him orgasms often enough that I felt he could wait between his moments of release and devised ways he could earn one for himself when he felt he couldn’t. I became insatiable for his oral attention and his s******* grew equally with my desire. I was a very happy, extremely horny wife.

During the following six months I purchased a variety of toys and restraints I found interesting try out on my husband. I enjoyed them to varying degrees as I experienced the high I got from essential using him is my permisteral sex toy. Although I was having more orgasms than I ever dreamed I’d want let alone need, the psychological euphoria of pushing Eric’s obedience further was what seemed to really get my juices flowing. I had no specific desire to feminize Eric and despite his clear enjoyment of activities that might indicate otherwise to the less informed I was confident Eric found neither bisexuality or homosexuality erotic. Ironically, I found my strongest psychological feelings of control came from coercing Eric into admitting he enjoyed things his male ego insisted he shouldn’t and I’m equally confident he felt the most submissive to me when I insisted he do so. To simple make him suck my cock or take it up his ass was hot, but manipulating him into a position that in order to cum he would show me how much he wanted to be my bitch by giving me an enthusiastic deep blowjob to work me up and begging me to fuck him like a whore until I ‘came in his ass’ took my pleasure to another level. Forcing him to clean up his mess was now the norm rather than the exception, Eric still disliked it as much as ever and whether it was because of that fact or despite it, I always felt the need for one more orgasm after I watched him struggle to do what he knew I both wanted and expected. I never found punishing him for misbehavior necessary, but spanking and whipping him continued to be my favorite form of foreplay. I realized that my ultimate desire was to feel like I could make him do literally anything.

I eventually decided Mary’s method of watching videos together and seeing Eric’s embarrassment when I required him to verbalize why certain scenes excited him would be erotic for me. I waited until he was at that begging stage that I now loved before I unveiled my plan. I had him connect the laptop to the plasma screen in the bedroom so that the videos would be closer to life size. I explained that following the videos I would ask him questions and I wanted his simple direct answers to the questions I asked without any lengthy explanations. I added that he was to specific in his reference to the acts depicted. For example fucking was fucking not having sex, eating cum was eating cum, and so on. I instructed him to play with himself as he watched and I started the first of the videos I’d selected.

It was a FemDom scene; the husband was bound in the center of the floor of what appeared to be an average family room. His wrist cuffs were attached to thigh cuffs and a spreader bar was secured between his ankles. His bindings powerd his face into the carpeted floor as his vulnerable ass pointed lewdly upward. His wife circled him as her impressive strap-on far larger than any I’d used with Eric waved with each step. She began to assaulted him with first a large flogger and later a leather strap on his back, buttocks and thighs, gradually increasing her power and his discomfort. She alternated using her bare hand to slap his exposed balls and cock. Her blows in those areas while less powerful were no less painful for her spouse. His pleas for her to stop were as exciting as her unyielding persistence while she ignored his cries for mercy.

Finally she heard what she’d been waiting for, “Please fuck me Mistress, I’ll beg, I promise I will.” She stopped as soon as he’d broken. He was shivering at her feet as he continued, “Take my ass Mistress, fuck it however you want, just please don’t beat me anymore. I won’t complain, I’ll just take it like a good whore, I promise.”

“Look at yourself, begging to be ass fucked, what a dirty little slut did I married!” She mounted and sodomized her husband without any concern for his pleasure. She pounded him relentlessly until she reached her own violent climax. She withdrew from him and grabbed his used cock and balls with both hands and milked his orgasm into her palm. Grabbing a hand full of hair she lifted his face from the carpet. He lapped up his own cream without further instruction until the scene ended.

“He was quite a little bitch, how would you like it if I treated you more like that?”

Eric was still very hard. He’d continued playing with himself until the video stopped as I’d instructed. “I like how you fuck me better.”

“Very good Eric, now you may explain why.”

“She seemed mean, like she didn’t care about him at all, she only wanted to hurt and humiliate him. Your spankings do hurt and I’m tender and bruised for days sometimes, but your attitude is different and that matters to me. The way you make me show you how much I want to come by trying to give you a really good blow job and the way you tell me to move my ass so I’m a good fuck for your cock is both really embarrassing and emasculating, but I still always feel like you love me the whole time you make me do those things. I don’t think I’d like being a bitch for you if felt like you didn’t.”

I was very happy with Eric’s honesty. “I do love you sweet cheeks. I never want you to doubt that, no matter what I decide I want to do for myself or what I make you do for me.”

As surprising as it may seem given my almost immediate interest in the subject when I took the initiative to make Eric my sub hubby, I had never brought up cuckolding directly or even by innuendo beyond expressing how much I love big cocks when I was having him get me off with one of my larger dildos. Tonight that would change. “I’ve picked a couple cuckolding videos for us to watch together. We’ll watch both then I have a few questions for you.” Eric was blushing like an embarrassed little boy. I couldn’t believe how immediately uncomfortable he became. I motioned for him to stroke himself as I started the clip.

I was watching Eric’s reactions more than I was the videos. I’d seen both several times while I was selecting what I felt were the two perfect clips to give me some of the answers I needed. Both featured women who I resemred in both body type and hair color and had stereotypical cuckolding themes; a hung guy fucking a horny wife as her husband helplessly watched. There was one very intentional distinct difference between the two however, the first couple were passionately kissing and touching each other. It more like they were making love than simply fucking, of course their pace did pick up towards the end of the scene. The second was the polar opposite, the stud was fucking her like the horny slut she was pure and simple. Positioning her how he wanted her, gagging her with his cock many times as he verbally berated her before he pounded her so deeply she as least appeared to be pushing back against his hips in a feeble attempt to lessen the depth of his thrusts. After several minutes he grabbed her by her hair as he ripped his engorged tool from her, she obediently slid to her knees for the cursory facial. His load was impressive by any standard and the scene ended with a close up of her smiling cum drenched face as she looked directly at her husband for the first time. She motioned for him to come to her and pulled his lips to hers for cum soaked kiss as the scene ended.

I’d thought about the exact wording of my questions. I was sure Eric had fantasized about being cuckolded. I wanted to know which scene turned him on the most and I was careful to avoid the possibility of, ‘I’d never really want you do be with another man’, as an answer to my question. “The first question is multiple choice, if you were the cuckold which scene would have turned you on more, (a) the first or (b) the second?”

Eric paused, I waited. He had stopped playing with himself half way through the second scene, but he was still rock hard so I knew I had the upper hand to get some answers. Finally Eric broke the silence, “(b)”.

“So given the choice you’d rather me be with a guy that fucked me like a slut than one who passionately made love to me?”

Eric’s response again did not come immediately. He was honestly considering my questions which actually made his answers much hotter for me to hear. “Yes, I would.”

“When you jerked off to these websites before I caught you was that the kind of cuckolding scene you came to while you imagined watching me being fucked like a whore?”

“I’m sorry Lori, it sounds awful, but the truth is fantasizing about you being another man’s whore was got me off, but someone else making love to you never did anything for me.”

“If me getting fucked like a slut got you off then why did you stop playing with yourself half way through that scene?” It was not a question I’d planned to ask Eric and I was uncertain of his answer.

“I had to stop, I was about to cum.”

I was surprised I hadn’t seen the signs of him being so close, but needless to say I was extremely excited by his admission. As you would imagine I was dying to ask him how he would feel about me really getting used like the woman in the second video whether he was watching or not. Of course my mind was fill with a scene of Mark fucking me senseless and blowing his load on my face while Eric watched. Somehow I managed to power myself to be patient in the name of long term success. “I’ve had a wonderful time sharing these clips with you and discussing your feelings about them. You’ve made me a very happy tonight, so I think a reward is in order. I’d love for you to pound me like that stud, fuck me as hard as you can until you explode all over my face like he did. Would you like that?”

Of course I knew he would and that he would cum in minutes if not seconds. Eric moved into position without even uttering the obvious response. “After the stud fucks me I’d like to look into my loving cuckold’s eyes just like she did and have him lick my lover’s cream off my face before he makes me cum with his mouth. Would you like that too?”

Eric had slid his hard cock into me before I even finished the question. At that moment maybe I believed he’d declare he wanted to watch me get fucked in front of him and that he was equally ready to lick another man’s cum off my face. Eric’s pause surprised me because I knew how eager he was to have the rare chance to fuck me in a more masculine way. “Lori, I can’t honestly say I’ve ever really liked licking up my own cum, let alone doing it while we are both imagining it being someone else’s. I know you love to make me do it so I do what I know you want. Is that enough for you?”

“Knowing I can make you do anything for me is the one thing I want most. It sounds evil, but knowing you’ll let me do things you don’t like almost makes it even better, at least for me.”

Eric didn’t verbally respond, he just started pounding me with all the power he could muster. I nearly came on his cock for the first time in months when he started telling me what a slutty wife I was to want to get fucked by a stud while my husband watched. I’d have cum in a few more strokes if he hadn’t ripped his cock from me and shot his spunk onto my face. He looked into my eyes, neither of us exchanged words, we both knew what the other was thinking. Eric kissed me deeply as he passionately licked every remnant of cum from my face with more enthusiasm than he’d ever previously shown. Eric whisper in my ear when he’d finished, “I’ll do anything you want, anything.” Then he slid downward and did what he knew I wanted.



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Oh! This is absolutely brilliant. Thanks and I can't wait for the next installment 😃

awesome chapter!
Robert

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Thank you both for you responses. Interest seems to have slowed, but I'll press on

The changes over the next few weeks began subtly and were centered around Eric’s assertion. I began to referring to his words uttered in the heat of passion as ‘his promise’. Eric was the type of man who’s word was his bond so I felt that it would make his words more binding if I planted the seed that his ***ness to do anything I wanted would be tantamount to breaking his solemn promise to the woman he loved. It was a psychological ploy, but within two weeks Eric was referring to what he had said as ‘keeping his promise’ the same way I did whenever we brought up the topic.

I trained him in various scenarios, I told him what I wanted in advance and praised him for keeping his promise when he’d obeyed. His obedience took many forms, I had him get himself right to the edge of climax a specific number of times while he gave me a prescribed number of orgasms, fully aware the evening would end without any relief for his aching balls. At the end of the evening when he’d reached both goals I’d thank him for keeping his promise, lay my hand on his hard cock and swollen balls, and drift off to relax.

Eric still loved to fuck me enough he jumped at it every time I gave him the chance, even after I made it clear that I’d required him to clean up after himself. There was something about knowing I was going to have his face down there licking it as soon as he finished that made the feeling of his cum squirting into me euphoric and watching him struggle to lap up his load never failed to give me a final volcanic orgasm.

In contradiction to my own desires, I devised another scenario where I wanted Eric to choose to jerk himself off instead of fucking me when I gave him the opportunity to do either. I laid there teasing him that if he’d rather play with himself than fuck me I’d have to find someone else to take care of me. My increasingly ever present evil grin was plastered on my face while he came in his hand. When he finished I’d tell him that since he chose to jerk off, I wanted him to lick his hand before he used his mouth to make me cum. Eric found it much more difficult to lick his cum from his own hand than from my pussy, I made a mental note. My wants were even more complex on other evenings where I dictate a whole series of events I wanted to occur. In all cases Eric complied completely and each and ever time I thanked him for keeping his promise and told him how much it meant to me and how much I loved him for giving me the confidence that he’d never break his vow.

To this point my dominance had never extended beyond the bedroom, and regardless of what I’d done to him night before. After Eric licked me to my morning orgasm, he showered and went to the office as he had before our life changed. He was the Senior Vice President of the division; at his office there was no question he was in charge and his authority was never questioned. I had no desire to change that, we lived a very good life, but I knew that extending my control of Eric beyond our bedroom and into the world where he controlled everything would all but ensure that Eric had reached the point that he would yield to my wants over his own desires no matter how much the two were in conflict. It wasn’t a common occurrence, but I had visited Eric at the office various times over the years. I always called first, so when I told Eric I needed to stop by when he had a second he didn’t seem surprised or alarmed. I arrived at 2:00pm aware his next meeting was in thirty minutes. I greeted his secretary, who happens to be rather stunning, and she let Eric know I was there and motioned for me to go in before even hanging up the phone.

Eric always looked the part of the successful executive and the aura of his posh office enhanced that image. Even the strength with which he embraced and kissed me as I stepped inside his office felt completely different than they did at home. I’d been worked up ever since I put my plan into motion, but for that split second I tasted and felt him as the strong masculine man I’d married my desires went in the completely opposite direction. For some reamister the thought, more accurately the momentary fantasy, of him raising his hands to my shoulders and pushing me down to my knees while telling me to take it out and suck him off before he sent me home flashed through my mind.

I snapped back to reality when he stepped back and spoke, “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?”

I quickly got a hold of myself and reinstituted my plan. “I want something, so I came by so you could keep your promise.”

Eric wasn’t immediately uncomfortable, but that masculine strength that turned me on so much drained from his face as I watched. “How can I help you Lori?”

His reaction was difficult to gage, but his attitude clearly didn’t instantly shift into the mentality of the submissive little boy who does my bidding at home. It still felt like he was talking to me like a client or worse yet a subordinate who had interrupted his day with a complaint. “I didn’t come here for you to help me, I came here for you to obey me, to keep your promise, and give me anything I want.” I took a few steps back and leaned against his desk and hiked my skirt to reveal my bare pussy. “I want my bitch to get on his knees and lick me until I cum on his face.”

I knew I was putting a lot on the line and for an instant I wasn’t sure if it was going to be an utter failure or the smashing success I’d envisioned. Eric’s cock never lied, I stared at it for an answer, afraid to look in his eyes for fear he’d see through my entire plan and declare it for what it was, attempted manipulation. The bulge began to form just before Eric took his first step; I was relieved. He walked to the office door and quietly locked it. My evil calm had returned fully by the time he dropped to his knees and breathed in the scent of my crotch before he began to service me with his tongue. I came quickly, as planned. His hard on was as obvious as his cum covered face when he stood.

“Nicely done bitch. Now drop your pants and bend over the desk.”

Licking your wife’s pussy in your office, even if she had demanded it was one thing, but bending over your own desk with your dress slacks at your knees for her amusement was another. I sensed that Eric was concerned, but now fully aroused from takeing my cum he was completely under my spell and complied submissively. I removed the butt plug from my bag and applied an appropriate amount of lubricant. Eric didn’t dare look back at me, he kept his face down on his desk and simply allowed me to do as I wanted. I’m sure he was completely unaware as I began exactly which toy I was feeding into his ass. He was tighter than normal since his only form of foreplay was eating me to orgasm. The plug I chose was the largest one I’d ever successfully used on him. I’d tried to use what I called the big plug on him several times, but I only got it past the widest part of the taper and fully lodge inside him on one occasion. Today was important and I was determined, but I knew I only had a few minutes so I’d brought a slightly smaller one I’d always been able to bury inside him just in case. I don’t want to be misleading, the big plug wasn’t a monster to anal aficionados, but for Eric it pushed him to if not beyond his limit. Eric must have realized it was the big plug that I was using as it continued to get thicker as I worked it in and I’m not sure if it was the setting combined with his eagerness to get his pants back up and resume his more traditional role in his office or the fact that my use of the double dildo on his ass had indeed opened him up over time, but he spread his cheeks wide and even pushed back against me while he grimaced with substantial discomfort until a very feminine little shriek escaped from his lips when it popped past his stretched sphincter. The satisfaction I felt would be difficult to describe.

“You may pull up your pants now, I got what I wanted.” Eric pulled his slacks up without immediately being able to stand fully upright. “I expect to find that where I left it when you get home, but I want you to always remember the way you keep your promise means the world to me. I love you for that and I always will.” Eric tried to walk as normally as possible as he escorted me to his door. Although the reamister for his completely abnormal stride would have been obvious to me, knowing my husband as I do, I was confident others would find a more plausible explanation, or Eric would create a reamisterable excuse for his new shuffle.

His secretary seemed relieved when the door opened. She held out a folder and told Eric his 2:30 pm was early and waiting in the conference room. I watched Eric shuffle down the corridor while I waited for the elevator content my evil side had reached a new pinnacle.