From Insecure to Evil

Great story

Fantastic story! Please continue!

The seeds of self destruction are around Zinc. I think you need to reinpower just why Lori wants to risk so much for what she wants, beyond merely 'because she can'. I can't understand the grand scheme in her head .. but I want to !
Good story so far again. Thanks for continuing it.

bugs195
ppervert
Thank you both for your comments and encouragement, it matters.

peakmb
I appreciate you comment and suggestion peakmb. In my mind Lori doesn't see that she is 'risking so much' let alone everything and certainly not merely 'because she can'. I saw that ploy is her psycological methodology to manipulate Eric in a direction he had not yet shown any hesitation in going. I'm sure it this point she feels in part she is pushing the man she loves towards his own desires as her own desires are growing inside her and I also feel she is still confident she has a way out if things go differently than the way she hopes they will. I think her reamisters are complex, but clearly she is walking on thin ice if Eric reacts negatively, but that said, is it not plausible that she could still easily back pedal and claim she was just feeding into Eric's fantasy if the outcome was negative? Men often get in trouble when they think with their smaller head, perhaps Lori is falling into the same trap, or perhaps she was right all along. I will post the next short chapter, primarily because I wrote it before I read your comment and perhaps it will show I was considering addressing to some extent the very point you made. Thanks again!

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I wasn’t surprised that Eric arrived home almost an hour earlier than usual. He appeared a bit haggard, clearly his obedience had taken a toll. I had intended to have dinner and enjoy his discomfort a while in the privacy of our home, but I reconsidered.

I walked up close to Eric, I absolutely loved the look on his face. It was like he was begging without saying a word. “I had planned to eat when you got home, but you look like you might rather have me finish playing with you first and have a late dinner later.”

“If its okay with you Mistress, I would much rather be played with than eat.”

“Then take a shower and get all clean for me, but leave the big guy where I left him.” I swatted Eric’s ass as he waddled off to the shower. The increased depth of the plug powerd the gasp of breath I was expecting. I was already dripping wet and the night was young.

I was waiting for Eric when he exited the shower, he looked slightly refreshed. He was naked, hard, and the silver base of the big plug flared between his cheeks. I was fully dressed and I motioned for him to sit beside me on the foot of the bed. I was sure he noticed I had connected the lap top to the plasma screen when he passed it on the way to the shower and accurately assumed we’d be watching a video.

A little history will be helpful for you to understand the path that led to events that followed, both of our past and particularly of the last few weeks. Eric and I had discussed my prior sexual partners both before and after I’d become his mistress. Before it was a fairly typical discussion that most married people have, how old was I when I lost my virginity, how many partners did I have before him, and the like. I was honest with Eric to a point even then. I told him about Mark being my first and accurately accounted for every other man I had slept with prior to our marriage, the list was hardly lengthy. The nature of my relationship with Mark had so distorted my outlook on sex I’d found being with other men unsatisfying if not difficult. I did tell him Mark was rough with me and made me do certain things I didn’t really want to do. Eric never pressed for details, I think he assumed it was an unpleasant memory for me. He asked the usual male questions about cock size and who was the best in bed. I did admit to him that Mark was both thicker and longer than he was and that his was the biggest cock I’d ever had inside me. That was long before I understood how fragile a man’s ego was when it pertained to the size of his cock. Even at that stage in life, I learned from his reaction about the size of Mark’s cock that telling Eric that Mark also fucked me the best would have crushed what the honesty about the size of his cock hadn’t. I chose to parse my words and told Eric honestly that I’d never had a better relationship with anyone than I had with him. That was true then and it is still true now. It didn’t tell the whole story, but at the time Eric was satisfied.

After I made Eric my bitch so to speak, I brought up other lovers generically whenever I chose silicone dildos over Eric’s cock. I said devious little things like, “I miss having a big cock fuck me,” or “his big cock feels so damn good”. I never went beyond what little comments like that implied and Eric and I never asked any questions. He didn’t lack for intelligence either, so I was confident he understood the innuendo that I’d had bigger men and I missed them.

Following our first night with the videos I started referring exclusively and much more aggressively specifically to Mark as the lover the dildo represented. By saying things like, “It would be so hot for Mark to fuck me while you watched,” and “Fuck me Mark, make him my cuckold.” After I’d cum on ‘Mark’s cock’ I’d let Eric cum by jerking off on my tits or by fucking my used pussy. Regardless of the manner in which he came my favorite part was watching his obedience when I told him to clean up Mark’s mess. Eric took it all in stride as nothing more than role-playing what he had admitted was the cuckolding scene that turned him on the most. Some nights I found myself hoping he’d ask the question, he never did.

My heart had never pounded in my chest so strongly at the simple act of sitting next to my husband. My high anxiety was for good reamister; tonight sitting on the foot of our bed he would ask and I would answer.

Love your story and can not wait to you tell him what a bad girl you are.
cuckold sissy wendy white aka tinyboywayne

Love your story and can not wait to you tell him what a bad girl you are.
cuckold sissy wendy white aka tinyboywayne

I'm on pins and needles! This story is sooo hooot .... my lil diclet is straining at its cage!

Zinc,
Thank you for your post. Like everyone else, I await your next update with interest. Eric is clearly going along with things at present, whether as part of a fantasy or a truly desired reality, we don't yet know. But Lori came dangerously close to undermining his position at work today. Whatever Eric's desires, he would be unlikely to survive in his job if exposed and this threat could cause him to 'flip' back in some way. I think they jointly need some 'rules of engagement', and a safeword.

Still a cracking story, and a great place to stop ...

Zinc, just one word "WOW"

Please continue...

Incredible story. Watching the mental and emotional changes that he is going through, not sure why he wants to travel the road, but determined to complete the journey. Please continue your story.

This is just terrific,
Really looking forward to the continuation of this.
elina

Wow great post, just love it!

slavedogwayne
ppervert
peakmb
cuckold_2
Rub
elina
CUCKSLUT
Thank you all for your kind words and encouragement. This is the final chapter of this story. Thank you for your support and willingness to comment as well as read.

Beyond the need to coat him with saliva so his hand or mine could slide smoothly up and down his shaft Eric’s cock had spent very little time in my warm mouth recently. It wasn’t that I didn’t love doing it, in fact the opposite was true, I sincerely missed sucking my husband’s cock and feeling his strong hands on the back of my head. I remember the signs of his orgasm approaching as his pressure increased until he’d shove his cock into my throat and hold me there until he began to soften as I savored the salty bitterness of his cum in my mouth and the musky smell of his crotch in my nostrils. I knew it didn’t mesh with my dominant role, Mistresses don’t allow their boys or their bitches to do such things, but that didn’t diminish my longing. Tonight I found myself spending more time than usual enjoying the taste of his clean hard cock in my mouth. Only his quickly approaching orgasm gave me the strength to pull away from what I wanted almost as badly as what I had planned. I placed Eric’s hand where my mouth had been, he now instinctively knew my desire was for him to keep himself on the ragged edge.

“Eric, you are a wonderful husband. I have loved you almost from the day I met you and that love has only grown through the years. If anything in the last few months, your honesty and our openness with each other since we began living out your deepest fantasies has only made me love you more at a time in my life when I didn’t even think that was possible. The things I’ve done to you have stirred up a desire in me that I have repressed for so long it was all but forgotten. Lately I’ve had a fantasy of my own and I want to share it as honestly with you as you shared yours with me since I discovered your hidden dreams.”

Eric took his hand off his cock as I finished the last sentence. I reamistered that my fantasy could be anything, but as I have told you Eric is an intelligent man and part of me feared that he knew everything. I tried to stay calm, “Why did you stop?”

“I was close.”

“I like that.”

“I know you do Lori.”

I was relieved he almost immediately began to stroke himself again. I noted he called me Lori instead of Mistress and I was both glad and concerned he did. The conversation we were having was real, this was not role playing in any form and somehow his reference to me with my given name gave me comfort that he understood I was speaking from my heart.

“Eric I know you have fantasized about me cuckolding you, in the last couple weeks we’ve been acting out essentially that almost every time we were in bed together, but fantasy and reality are two very different things, I know that, but I’ve been fantasizing about it too and….”

“Are you telling me that you want to really fuck Mark?”

And there it was, the question that had been avoided was asked. I had long considered my answer, a simple yes would be almost as inaccurate as a flat denial. Eric continued to stroke himself, but at this point I wasn’t sure if it was with a contrived purpose of invoking my admission or because he was as excited as he appeared. He was still very hard and I accepted that as the proven indicator it had always been and continued, “I’ve never cheated on you and I never will. I have had that fantasy lately because of what we’ve been doing, but not just because we’ve been pretending my big dildo was him. It’s complicated, Mark wasn’t just rough with me and he didn’t just make me do a few things I didn’t want to, he dominated me much the same way I have you and lately the things I’ve been doing to you have left me dreaming of being used that way again. I’ve always been to ashamed to tell you, but now I guess I am rationalizing that you could understand how someone could enjoy being treated that way.” My courage was starting to wane. For the first time in weeks I honestly had no idea what Eric was thinking. I married a whore, my wife is a dirty slut, I stepped back. “I’ve been fantasizing about it, that’s all. Think of all the fantasies you’ve had over the years, now I have one, it’s that simple.”

“Oh I don’t think it’s that simple at all and you really didn’t answer my question.”

“I’ve been fantasizing about it, isn’t that enough.”

“It doesn’t sound like it is, but since we are being so honest this evening, in your fantasy am I there watching you be fucked like his little whore and when he cums all over you do you insist I lick up his cum, like your little bitch?”

Thank god he smiled as he said it or I would have taken his words as anything but encouragement to bare my soul. His smile made all the difference, Eric wasn’t angry, he wasn’t even shocked, perhaps he was smarter man that even I had given him credit for being and he was as aware this conversation would someday take place as I was. His pre-cum was flowing, he was still very hard, and he was continuing to pleasure himself despite the topic of our conversation.

I continued with a miniscule of renewed confidence, “You remember when you admitted that the videos you watched when you thought of me cuckolding you always depicted a wife getting fucked like a slut rather than one having another man make love to her?”

“Yes, of course, at the time that wasn’t a very pleasant admission.”

“Well, it was pleasant for me, but that’s not my point. Although when we are in bed together I can tell you get some sort of pleasure when I make you do things you dislike, mainly licking up your cum, but other things too. Some would see that as I like humiliating you or that you like me to humiliate you, and in our bedroom just between the two of us that’s fine with me. I guess since we are talking about it, what I did to you today would be a form of offense too.”

“You think?” He was still smiling and so was I.

“Anyway, when I have my little fantasy, that never crosses my mind. In a way it kind of involves me being if not humiliated by him at least used like a slut. I never even think about you being there, honestly I don’t think I’d like it if you were. In my fantasy you are always here at home and I am in New Jersey, with Mark. You know why I went and what I am doing and I don‘t hid anything from you. In my fantasy we talk the whole time, except when he’s fucking me of course. I guess it wouldn’t be honest to think that there is no form of offense involved, Mark knows you are my husband and he’d undoubtedly love the idea that a came back to him as a married woman just to be his whore, but in my fantasy there is no overt embarrassment of the man I love beyond the unavoidable, and none for me beyond the fact that I’m there to give him anything he wants and do anything he says. In my fantasy I fly home on the early flight the morning following being with him anxious to see you and for the record I do shower and clean up before I leave.”

“Well that would erase everything like it never happened don’t you think?”

It was a rhetorical question. “I come home into the open arms of my officially cuckolded husband.”

“And we live happily ever after? That is quite a fantasy.”

“I guess so.”

“You still didn’t answer my question, at least not directly.”

“You stubborn man. Yes Eric, if you were willing to be a cuckold, I’d want to fuck Mark, or since we are being real, I want him to fuck me. When it comes to Mark, he always does the fucking, I just the one who gets fucked.”

“Like a whore?”

“Yes Eric, like a dirty little married whore wife.”

“My whore wife.”

“Yes, always still be yours.”

“Well that is certainly a very vivid fantasy I think I will need to give some thought, but in case you’ve forgotten you shoved a ridiculously big plug in my ass today and my cock is about to explode with all this slutty wife talk so if you don’t mind, it looks like you had a video clip for us to watch and I’d like to get to that now.”

In some ways the discussion I’d both dreaded and looked forward to had gone better than I’d imagined. In all the times I’d played out every possibility and contemplated my exit strategy each step of the way I never considered Eric stepping out of his role as my submissive and listening to my desires as the man I love. He certainly didn’t cum in his hand telling me it was what he’d always hoped I’d do, but he didn’t get angry and tell me I was a slut that had crossed the line by any stretch either. Maybe it would never be more than a fantasy, but at least now it was one we would share as husband and wife.

“It seems a little silly now, but the video is another one of a wife who looks something like me getting it pretty hard. This time her husband isn’t there, but the guy makes some comments about her coming to get what she doesn’t get at home. I planned to tell you to imagine Mark fucking me and play with yourself when you watched it, I was going to let you go ahead and cum whenever you were ready if you wanted. Like I said, now it seems silly and I’m not even sure why at the time I thought it would be so hot.”

“Does the guy look like Mark?”

I had to chuckle, this night had taken I complete turn, “Yes, as close as I could get anyway.”

“Then let’s see it and as long as you give some commentary I’ll let you watch your hubby jerk himself off while he watches Mark fuck you. I’ll get to finally cum and to some extent you’ll get you experience this fantasy you have been dreaming about.”

“Eric struggled to last until ’Mark’ finished with me. I came twice myself during the fifteen minute clip while I lived out my fantasy in my mind and vocalized everything to Eric more unabridged than I ever had before while I watched my husband get off knowing he was as caught up in my fantasy as I was. Eric finished as ‘Mark’ unloaded on my face. I licked Eric’s cum off his hand and stomach and swallowed the cum I longed for without sharing the snowball I’m sure he was expecting. I removed the big plug as we showered, and applied some petroleum jelly when I realized that hours of being plugged had it’s consequences. We kissed and cuddled in bed like we hadn’t in months and fell arelax in each others arms. There were no secrets between us, no schemes, only honesty and love.


[u]Epilogue: Ten Years Later[/u]

I did ultimately visit Mark, on more than one occasion. When I was with him I was never anything less or more than his whore and while that did make Eric my cuckold he was always far more than that to me, but that is a story for another time. Writing even this much was my doctor’s idea rather than my own. He thought reflecting on how our marriage evolved into what he called a non-traditional relationship, would somehow help me to understand the whole of my life and in doing so ease my depression. I didn’t understand how one had anything to do with the other. In my doctor’s medical opinion, Mark was a predator who despite only being a few years older than I was manipulated me as young until the day I was legal to consent to what the my doctor always referenced as his use. As I transitioned into womanhood my sexuality was molded by that experience and the intensity and nature of my sexual relationship with Mark predestined me for what became my sexual future. While I will acknowledge that Mark was clearly opportunistic when I was young and although I did have mixed feelings about the way I allowed Mark to use me for his pleasure without any concern for mine during the years I was single, I didn’t always feel good about the things I did, but I never felt like a victim. My feelings about my times as Mark’s whore changed even more when I visited him after Eric knew and shared everything with me; by that point it was Mark that was being used as much as I was. Although my doctor never spoke to Eric he suggested that he too may have had some dramatic sexual event in his past, while hedging his diagnosis by indicating it was equally likely that he fell into the pattern of the male of above average intelligence that sought to expand his sexual horizons with fantasies and my discover of them and willingness to act upon them brought them to life. I often wondered if it was a psychiatrist ploy to start at the beginning no matter what the patient’s condition since that would involve many more expensive therapy sessions, but he was the doctor so I listened, I considered, and I wrote what you have read. I didn’t understand what my sex life had to do with the depression I sought his help for after Eric’s accident. I’d lost the only man I ever loved, I was alone and I missed him to the point of questioning if life was worth living. It’s only now after months of writing and rewriting, and reading and rereading the story of how my own sex life with Eric evolved that I have begun to heal. It wasn’t derived by discovering something obscure, to the contrary it was the conformation in my heart of something far more simple. The story of our evolving rules in our marriage was not a tale of domination and presentation, or a story of a hot wife and a cuckolded husband, it was simply our love story. Writing my own love story was my first step out of the darkness of the depression of what I’d lost back into the light of the love I’d been so fortunate to have experienced. Maybe sharing more about the years that followed the most intimate night Eric and I ever shared will help me regain my love for life even more though it will not bring back the man I love beyond the memories it will rekindle in my heart. Time will tell, but if I write, I hope you’ll read our love story.

GREAT STORY ZINC!!! you never dissapoint. I have little time so i only managed to ready the first one. But as soon as i get free time on the PC i will surely come back for the rest!!!. Your effort is very appreciated!!!.
Robert

Zinc,
My worries proved unfounded, this story proved to be a rare jewel on the site at the moment. With GH semi-retired, Stormy tied up and Timmy recovering from his illness, this is by far the best story to have been posted on the site for quite some time. Thanks for giving it to us.

the last part made me cry "love is forever with a true lover."
cuckold sissy wendy white aka tinyboywayne

roberto___2009
Thank you for your kind words and encouragement throughout.
peakmb
Thanks peak. Being mentioned with that trio who have contributed so much to this site means a lot. Your high praise for my story is very appreciated.
slavedogwayne
I think most writers hope their words stir emotions, desires, etc. I'm no different so I'm glad you absorbed them on a level that moved you. Anyone who has ever been there knows the truth of your quote, thanks for sharing it.

Zinc, this story hit the pit of my tummy. Can you reconsider another chapter ?

What a fantastic story from start to finish. Thank you 😊

Just finished it. Great work Zinc!. Honestly one of the best stories of the site!.
Robert

Zinc

I'm sorry I'm so late in commenting on this story. Lisa and I have been traveling and we've had very little time for reading. We both enjoyed the story.

In most, but not all cuckold stories, there is an element of sadomasochism. Frequently in these stories the SandM thrill overshadows reality. The husband is subjected to so much use that the story becomes a ridiculous farce. The question, why would any sane man subject himself to that life becomes the key question.

You wrote a story that successfully answers that question. Your hot wife dom always makes it clear to her submissive cuckold husband that she loves him. Our mutual friend Peakmb once observed in a comment about a story that domination and cuckolding without love is nothing more than infidelity and use. You successfully toed the line. You created a hot story that appealed to the masochist in many of us, but you kept it credible. You always made it clear that Lori loves Eric.

Thank you, both Lisa and I look forward to reading more of your stories.

GH

Thanks for your comments GH. I am glad you and Lisa enjoyed my story. I guess it's obvious that I agree with your sentiments and Peak's concerning being cuckolded by a dominating woman.

The story of Lori's time with Mark is alraedy written in my mind and explores these thought further, when time permits I'll share it.

Thank you Zinc! I have had some bad things happen to me and some people I care about recently. I also had some ugliness from being mistreated sexually by authority figures as a kid resurface too. I have been grinding through life out of a sense of duty and honor, with much less joy than normal. Seeing a story with such courageous love in it really lifted my mood. So thank you, and I hope that you may see many small joys in the next few days of your life!

PS, The fear of telling the woman that you love about ALL your kinks and fetishes is the worst fear I ever faced, and I loved how you made it real in the discussion scenes. I was happy that like me, there was no rejection arising from the honesty!

PPS, the hosers have spread your story in other places. FYI, Thanks again!

oldbearswitch
I'm glad you enjoyed the story and I anticipate writing more of her times iwth Mark. I am courious where else it has been posted. I'm not sensitive about reposting my caps or stories, but I am courious where.

Zinc
WOW what a story. I will re read it this week. Hope you continue writing about her life with eric and Mark

Old bear WOW read yourcomments and they are heart felt and honest. Thank you

Hi Zinc, I am pretty sure it was on literotica under a different name. I also saw it somewhere else, and it was probably listed as a different title and author there too.

I was searching for happy ending kinky stories using terms like "loving wife", " adoring wife", "loving marriage" with +cuckold, +femdom. I was hoping to find some stuff where the "bull" (me) is not an asshole, but still at least part as sadistic and kinky as I am, but where the wife actually still loves her husband no matter what she and I do. There were a few gems, but overall the search was sort of depressing . Ouch Some Wayne Rodgers stories feature more wife to cuck love than a lot of what is found via such a search. LOL.

I can see why subbies get turned on if mistreated, when younger I liked it if it did not go too far. I understand "too far" varies from situation to situation and permister to permister. I have even come to terms with how much I enjoyed being both dominant and cruel to others in a SEXUAL and TPE session type context. But in regard to how to daily-treat the actual living being, I think there are limits to what the permister in power should do. Otherwise its just atrocity and criminality. Debases the Dom as much as the sub. Just my opinion.

Thanks again for writing, and for giving me a chance to live past glories (and hurts) through your writings. Like other good writers here, I have learned more about me and what make my kinks tick from YOU'ns than any other source since the old guard types tried to help me 30 years ago when I was a kid.

I am faithful to a wife I love and adore, who wants no part of any kind of kink or fetish or alt sexuality. I do have an OK to take care of anything certain female friends might need from me, but I am not OKed to do anything that strays too far from vanilla. This is my only chance to explore any of the more extreme facets of human sexuality with intelligent and considerate folks. I would not go to a munch anymore, and they probably dont even have them anymore

I have decided to write the second part of this tale which was eluded to in part 1. I suggest you start from the beginning since I will build on what was written prevously rather than rebuild the characters and plot. Enjoy!

Watching kinky videos together became a regular part of our sex life after the evening I admitted to Eric that were times our bedroom role playing left me with the desire to actually follow through with Mark, if Eric was willing to accept becoming a cuckold. Videos in the cuckolding and cheating wife genre were our mainstay. BDSM videos in which a woman was completely used and by most standards used by her male dominant were also common, as were videos in which a female dominant was doing the same to her male submissive. We both saw them primarily as an extension of our fantasy foreplay without giving too much consideration to the very real implications of our acceptance of their themes. My simple suggestion that watching a video about this or that would get me in the mood spurred Eric to finding a new one based on my viewing preference. Our cast as always the same, ‘Mark’ was the hung male porn star whether he was dominating his submissive slut alone or fucking a lesser man’s wife while the cuckold husband helplessly watched. I was either the female dominant powering her submissive male to do what pleased her, the submissive whore ‘Mark’ used alone, or the cuckolding wife who enjoyed the best the two very different men in her life could give her. Eric roles in the videos were obvious. We shared our feelings of excitement and trepidation openly about the ways ‘Mark’ used me and the things the two of us made ‘Eric’ do. The type of scenes we watched generally set the tone for what we did together following their conclusion.

My dominance over Eric didn’t follow a pattern of more was better in some respects. I had no desire to feminize him or to reduce him to nothing more than some sort of mindless sex slave. Our love and our marriage had both grown stronger as a result of our complete honesty about both our fantasies and our very real lusts. That hardly means that our marriage was traditional in any commonly understood sense. I still enjoyed many more orgasms than he did and used my denial of his to keep him on the edge. It was very intoxicating for me to know my husband lived his life constantly in need of my sexual attention. Male denial most assuredly has a profound affect on male behavior and Eric was in no way an exception. He showered me with love, compliments and attention. Eric had learned instinctively to never pressure me for permission to ejaculate, although I knew he spent most days and nights desperately trying to satisfy me in hopes he receive my permission to do so. I had been given complete control of when and how his release took place by default and he’d become so accepting of that fact that despite his desire he refrained from requesting my permission until I indicated that I was ready to hear him beg for it. I balanced my acquiescence to his pleas with an appropriate number of denials of them so that he never knew if my enjoyment of his begging would result in pleasure for him or just an escalation of my own satisfaction through his sexual frustration. Regardless of the result there was never any doubt for either of us that Eric’s pleas were always true expressions of his very real need to cum. We grew beyond acting out any sort of fantasy roles as our bedroom play became a bigger part of our lives. I owned my husband’s sexuality and he was content to relinquish his rights as my husband to my manipulation. As might be expected, Eric spent far more time with his face between my legs than most married men. Having his mouth to bring me to a satisfying orgasm was something I never got enough of and I took complete advantage of his willingness to do so without any expectation of reciprocation. Breaking with what seems to be the stereotypical cuckolding evolution Eric and I still enjoyed intercourse together, perhaps more often than ever. I always had several orgasms and it was well established that having intercourse with me was no guarantee that he would earn my permission for his own orgasm, but I never found the idea of not letting my husband have sex with me erotic. Knowing I could deny my husband and still have a cock inside me whenever I wanted one was a perfect balance of control for me. Perhaps more traditional to the evolving activities of a dominant wife submissive husband I did spank Eric and to fuck him with various strap-on phalluses quite often. Nothing gave me that evil feeling of power I continued to crave like spanking him to that perfect shade of crimmister except ordering him as my permisteral little bitch while having my own substantial shaft of silicone manhood strapped between my legs. In some ways I was envious of the submissive little bitch he always became as I took him. It was an intense experience every time. So intense that it affect on both of our emotions for days. We didn’t often talk about what we were feeling, rather in the days that followed we were both very affectionate and spent more time in each others arms talking about more love than about reliving his presentation and my dominance. It was somewhat of a copout, but I do know from our very brief occasional discussion on the topic that Eric always felt far more emasculated by his enjoyment of his wife using his ass as her bitch’s pussy than he did by regularly licking up pools of cum or anything else I insisted he do for me. My own feelings following those evenings were to complex to put easily into words, I assume Eric had the same difficultly. We chose not to even try most of the time and just allowed our actions to express our feelings of love and appreciation for our exciting life with our soul mate as we slowly melded back into our usual states of mind. I will share one thing with you I was reluctant to tell Eric for obvious reamisters; every time I took Eric and used him that way the thought of Mark doing the same to me seldom left my thoughts in the days and nights that followed. Even as I share this account of our lives I still don’t completely understand why I felt the way I did each time, but every time I took Eric as my bitch I boiled with the desire to be with Mark for days.

It was the morning after such an evening as I was lost in my thoughts of lust that I received a phone call from my niece Nikki. Without boring you with the details she made it clear that there were some things going on within the family that needed my attention. I was always seen as the family authority because of the complexities of our family structure and when difficulties arose I was the permister expected to resolve the problems for rest of my family. Without hesitation I booked a flight for the following evening and made several calls to the other family members involved to encourage them to call a truce until I could get there. I pondered the possibilities for several hours before I made my decision. I showered and went shopping.

I had teased Eric mercilessly before, during, and after I’d used him the previously evening. I had him on the edge begging me to let him cum like a man dying of thirst begs for water for over an hour. I rarely make Eric wait longer than two weeks between, orgasms, but despite the fact that it had been almost three weeks last night I chose to cuddle with his hard cock between my legs against my well licked pussy and extend his denial a little longer. His frustration was obvious even though he didn’t verbally complain. My mind was already drifting in the direction it always did as I held his very hard sign of his sexual frustration between my thighs and fell arelax lost in both my own satisfaction and my building desires. I’m not sure what my motives are when I ultimately decide to deny him or allow him to finally get off. I do enjoy watching the intensity of his eruption after teasing him for days or occasionally for weeks equally as much as I enjoy the rush of leaving him aching after being so well satisfied myself. I don’t really think about it in the heat of the moment, I just decide his fate based on which outcome I find most erotic. I am very aware that there is a fine line, at least with Eric, between a completely submissive husband begging to do anything for release lost in the twisted pleasure/pain of denial and one who becomes angry when he is pushed past the breaking point. I can sense the change in Eric and I knew that the combination of what I had done to him last night and the three weeks his balls had been aching almost constantly might well have him very close to losing it. I’d walked this fine line with Eric before and I’d learned from both my mistakes and my triumphs, but this time the stakes were much higher. Every signal was going off, this was a night my husband desperately needed to be allowed to have sex with his wife to completion.

I’d arrived home only a few minutes before Eric that evening, just long enough to store the fruits of my sudden shopping spree in the closet. I was walking down the hall from the bedroom when he came through the front door I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and began to kiss him. They were not kisses a Mistress was bestowing on her submissive, they were kisses of passion and love. I hadn’t planned out my actions, as usual, I just did what came naturally.

Eric sensed the change in demeanor instantly, “Wow, where did that come from?”

“Are you complaining?”

“Not at all. Just very pleasantly surprised.”

“I’m glad to here that. I have a few more surprises for you tonight.”

“You know I never complain and I’m not going to start after that greeting, but I certainly won’t need any encouragement to beg for all I’m worth tonight.”

“You know I love it when you talk like that, so eager and needy. I’m getting worked up already, but let’s have dinner first, then later we will talk about some options I think you’ll find very enticing.”

We drank a bottle of wine with dinner and we were both feeling quite comfortable as we headed for the bedroom. Eric had showered before dinner, I took my time enjoying my bath and applying my makeup to complete the look I wanted, knowing he was eagerly waiting for me naked in our bed. Maybe I was going a bit over board, I actually found myself getting a little nervous, something I hadn’t experienced with Eric in a very long time. I had retrieved the packages I’d hidden in the closet prior to my bath. I removed the white baby doll lingerie outfit from the bag and took my time getting everything perfect. The outfit was marketed with some reference to it as wedding night attire, which seemed appropriate; sexy without making the statement, “You married a tramp.” The white baby doll top had a soft bra top built into it which was solid enough to support and cover the breasts completely. Material of tight white mesh flowed loosely from the breast far enough to cover most of my ass. The front was split in an inverted v-shape opening nicely to expose the matching mesh boy short styled panties, which were just tight and translucent enough to give a glimpse of the treasure hidden within. I rolled on white silk hose and completed the outfit with modest white sandals with a 2” heel. Any husband would have been happy to see his new bride climb into their honeymoon bed wearing this number. I should clarify before I continue that although dressing up was something I did often this was not in anyway my normal style, particularly since the tone of my relationship with Eric had changed. I always wore something that exuded authority, often leather or corsets, and occasionally themed outfits like a police woman mixed in for fun. In any case, they never suggested I was a woman to be made love to like this sexy, but somewhat innocent little number.

The room was warm and Eric was laying on top of the sheet fully exposed as expected. His erection rose a notch higher before I even said a word. At that moment, as his eyes feasted on me, I had no idea what was going through his mind given my very different appearance, but I was certain his desires were in stark contrast to my own.