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Subject: {ASSM} "Turnabout" (MF Femdom rom) by Creampie Eater
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Turnabout
---------

"Can I talk to you?" I asked Greg as we finished
praying and got up to leave.  We were at the regular
Friday morning Men's Bible Study.  "Do you have to
go?"

"No, we can talk," he replied.  He allowed me to lead
him to a quiet corner in the church's parlor where we
meet.  "What's up?"

I got right to the point.  "How much do you charge for
divorces?"  Greg was more than my buddy, he was a
lawyer.

"Um, I don't do divorces," he said, "but are you
serious?  Are you thinking of leaving Perra?"

"Shit, that's right.  I forgot you do corporate law,"
I replied, embarrassed now that he had spoken what I
had been considering for years.  I avoided his
question.  "Do you know how much is reasonable?"

"You didn't answer me," he said, not letting me off
the hook.  I had also forgot that he enjoyed courtroom
litigation and was tough on witnesses.  "Are you
thinking about leaving Perra?"

I abandoned hope of not answering.  "Look, she left me
years ago.  Maybe not physically, but emotionally. 
I'm just thinking about making it legal."

"Have you spoken to Kip?" he asked.  Kip was our
pastor.  I shook my head, no.  "Have you tried
counseling?"

"You know she is in therapy," I replied.  My wife
suffered from depression, but her therapy never
included me.  She went on Prozac and Lithium and
talked to the psychiatrist just enough to get her
prescription refilled.  "We have never gone together."

"Look, I think you both need to go into counseling. 
You need to see if you can save the marriage."

"Greg, I'm not going to rush into anything," I told
him.  "I've been unhappy for 10 years or more, so I
know I can wait a bit longer.  I just wanted to have
an idea of the cost, so I can begin to face the
reality of where I am."  I looked at my watch.  I'd be
late for work, and this discussion had been a bad
idea.  "I need to go," I concluded.

Greg and I walked out, and he put his arm around my
shoulder and gave me a buddy-hug.  "It'll work out,"
he said, "but the operative word is work.  You need to
work at it."

We separated in the parking lot, going to our cars,
which were parked next to each other.  I couldn't get
in without replying to his last statement.  "Greg, I
have been working at it.  Perra needs to work at it
too.  I guess I'm just tired of being the only one who
does the work."

Greg looked at me thoughtfully, then we said our
good-byes and drove off.

Perra called me on my mobile when I was almost to the
office.  The one effort she made in our relationship
was to call me ten times a day.  "Hey, where are ya?"
she asked.  It was her normal introductory question
when she called my mobile.

"I'm getting off the freeway," I explained.  I didn't
say her call was inopportune.  One thing I like about
my Friday commute was that it was a half hour later
than normal, and I therefore got to listen to "The
Engines of our Ingenuity" on NPR.  Of course, Perra
called right after the show started.  I would miss the
best part and end up being confused.  I just turned
off the radio.

"Oh, so you're almost there?"

"Yep.  Turning onto Dairy Ashford now."

"What's your schedule like today?" she asked.  I work
what's called a 4 and a half day week, which means I
officially work 9 hours Monday through Thursday, and 4
hours on Friday.  In reality, I normally go home later
on Friday, using the spare afternoon to catch up on
paperwork.

"I don't have much to do today, so I'll probably leave
here at 2:30 and avoid the rush hour," I replied.

"OK," she said.  "I don't have any volunteering to do
at the school, so I should be around all day."  That
was information I didn't need.  We rung off when I
went into the parking garage, because the cell signal
always got dropped.

Her letting me know she was home irritated a fresh
wound.  We had enjoyed increased romance lately, so
that we had sex almost weekly on Friday afternoons. 
This was a big improvement over the previous frequency
of once a month, or less.  Fridays had gotten to be
almost dependable.  But in the last month, she had
rebuked my advances.  She had asked me to stay home
last Thursday, to clean the garage.  I was done in an
hour, and she was very happy.  Then she traipsed off
with her friends, returning home after picking up the
kids at school, so there was no sex.  I came home
Friday, only to find her gone again, decorating a
friend's house for her 40th birthday party.  Saturday,
we stayed out late at the party, then she begged off
on sex claiming she was tired.  Sunday her period
started.

So, I was feeling very cranky at her.  I judged she
was more considerate to her friends than to me, and I
was right of course.  All recent advances, even to
just snuggle, had been rebuffed.  That had occasioned
my decision to investigate my divorce options.  I was
sick of feeling lonely when I was with her.  The truth
is that if we hadn't any children, she would be
ancient history.

Perra called again a few hours later. "Hey, are you
busy?" she asked, her voice sounding a bit weird. 
What I didn't learn until later is that Greg had
called his wife Donna, and blabbed about our
conversation.  Donna in turn called Perra.  Perra
called me.

"Not right now," I said.  "What's up?"

"Would you want to meet me at Cafe Adobe for lunch?"

"Well," I said, wondering how to tell her I didn't
want to spend time with her, "I guess I could.  What
time?"

"How about 1:00?" she proposed.

"That'd be great," I said.  Maybe I could get smashed
on their Signature Margaritas.

"I'll be running an errand, so if I'm not there, try
to get a patio table, OK?"

"Will do," I said.  "See ya then."

I left the office in plenty of time (I have an
aversion to being late), and arrived ten minutes
early.  I got the patio table and was on my second
Corona when Perra arrived.  My jaw dropped open when I
saw her.

Those who read my stories know I have a hair fetish: I
like what are termed "inverted bobs," where the hair
is longer in front than back, with the nape revealed
and sometimes buzzed.  I don't hide my fetish very
well, and have given up trying.  My wife knows it all
to well, and yet has always resisted satisfying this
urge of mine.  Last week I brought home a book on how
to "cherish" your spouse.  Under the section on how to
be attractive, women are advised to style their hair
in ways pleasing to their husband.  Rather than
accepting this advice, my "loving" wife used every
opportunity to bring it up in front of her friends,
laughing about it.  Clearly, she had told them of my
fetish and was mocking me.  Yet another reason in my
long list to feel unloved and unwanted.

She had held onto her shapeless layered blob of a
hairstyle, letting it grow out until it was definitely
unflattering.  I knew it was because she was damn sure
not to do anything I liked.  She'd cut off her nose to
spite her face.

But here, now, she was walking to the table in a
glorious inverted bob!  Seeing my reaction, she smiled
broadly, and leaned over to kiss me.  Her lip-length
hair framed us, and my hand found her buzzed nape.  A
brief hello kiss turned into more, because I could not
remove my hand from her neck.  Gently, she reached up
and caressed my hand, then plucked it from her neck.

"Surprised?" she said.

"Very!" I smiled.  She sat opposite me, and I caught
the attention of the waitress.  I ordered Perra a
Shiner Bock, then turned back to her, smiling again. 
"I just love your cut!  Why'd you do it?"

Perra's smile disappeared instantly, and she looked
down.  I was marveling at her precisely-straight part
when she said, "Because I don't want to lose you."

"Lose me?" I asked, confused.  "Why would you think
you are losing me?"

She looked up, fighting back tears.  "Because I got a
call from Donna today after you talked to Greg."

Oh.  Shit.  "I have not been very happy," I said
quietly.

"I know I haven't been much of a wife," she said,
seriously understating the obvious.  "But that is
changing as of right now.  I want to be a good wife
for you, to give you what you want.  I know I've not
shown much interest in pleasing you, and you have
every reason to doubt that I am serious.  So I got my
hair cut like you want to show you that I am serious. 
So... will you stay and let me try to make it up to
you?"  It sounded like a speech she had rehearsed, but
her eyes were very moist.  I was exceedingly
skeptical, still, but I was willing to stay for a
while.  Like I told Greg, I had been miserable for so
long, what was another month or year?

"Honey, I love you," I said, "and I didn't want to
hurt you."  The beer arrived, interrupting the making
up.  When the waitress left, I just said, "I'll stay."

Immediately, Perra brightened.  So much so that she
slid around the table to sit next to me, right where I
could ogle her new haircut.  She saw me out of the
corner of her eye, and smiled a secret smile.  It was
like we were suddenly lovers again, and I liked the
feeling.  As she read over the menu, she accepted my
hand caressing her neck.

The waitress arrived and took our order.  Then, Perra
pulled a smallish soft gift-wrapped package from her
purse.  "I have a surprise for you," she said.

"Really?" I replied.  She hadn't given me anything for
a long time.  I took the package and slowly opened it.
I was puzzled to see it was a pair of cotton panties.

Perra leaned over and whispered in my ear.  "Those are
the panties I left the house in." 

Immediately, I popped a boner.  That's not quite
right, because I had been hard since I saw her in her
new haircut.  Now, though, I was making a tent of my
pants.  "Are you serious?"

"I thought you wanted me to do that sometime?" she
pouted prettily.

"I did.  I do!" I blurted like a fool.  I saw her
clothes for the first time.  She was wearing cute
clogged mules and what I considered a sundress:
sleeveless and mid-thigh.  My mind was imagining her
pantiless under her skirt.  It was very exciting!

"I'm glad," she told me, smiling brightly.  "Now, if
we could just get our lunch...."

"What's the hurry?" I asked.  I imagined us sitting
her all afternoon, drinking beer with her being so
cute and sexy.  Like a lot of guys, I liked my wife
showing off and being attractive to other men.  It
made me feel special that she was with me.

She turned to me, gripping my hand.  "I thought we'd
go home and spend the afternoon in bed."  To punctuate
her idea, she kissed my knuckles, brushing my skin
with her tongue.  Damn.

We hurried through our meal, although I decided I
wasn't very hungry after all.  Her new attitude was
very appealing, and I wanted to have as much time as
we could before the kids got home from school.  The
meal over, we got up to leave.

"Hold on," she said, "come with me to the restroom." 
I followed her, and Perra stopped in the hallway
outside Los Caballeros and Las Damas.  "Make sure no
one is coming," she said, then lifted her skirt.  Sure
enough, she wasn't wearing panties!  I watched,
amazed, as she rubbed her index finger through her wet
crotch.  Then she walked to me, and wiped her finger
on my mustache.  "Just a little something to smell on
the drive home," she smiled.  I inhaled deeply, giddy
with her aroma.

After passionately kissing her in the parking lot, we
drove home.  I greatly exceeded the speed limit, and
still she got home before I did!  I swear the Mercury
Villager was airborne.  A red light finally separated
us less than a mile from our house.

She was waiting for me with a glass of champagne in
the kitchen when I got home.  I toasted her and she
me, and we kissed. "Unzip me, will you?" she asked,
turning around.  I did, but somehow my lips and tongue
were drawn to her freshly clipped nape.  As I kissed
her there, she let her dress drop to the floor, and
she was nude but for her shoes.  No bra!

I was in heaven, but something nagged me.  Finally my
mind latched on it.  "Where's Audi?" I asked,
referring to our rambunctious, needy Australian
Shepherd bitch.  I couldn't remember the time I came
home and she didn't demand my immediate attention.

"I put her in a kennel overnight," Perra replied.  "I
thought we might not want her demanding to be petted."

"Good call," I smiled in return, turning her around to
kiss her.  My mind clear, I kissed her neck, then her
collarbone then began kissing her breasts.  Her
nipples hardened between my lips, a feeling I always
treasured.  Her areolae wrinkled up as her whole
nipple-area got hard.  I kissed one, then the other,
until Perra was making soft moans.

I kissed down her stomach, dropping to my knees in
front of her.  I spread her luxuriant forest of pubic
hair with my hands, finding her very wet already.  One
of the things I never understood was how she didn't
want sex.  When we had sex, she reacted
enthusiastically and orgasmed easily.  But, I couldn't
ever convince her to have sex.  It was frustrating,
and I hoped Perra's new attitude put the problem
behind us.

I tongued her flowing pussy only for a minute or so,
before Perra pulled me up and kissed me.  Before, she
resisted kissing me after I gave her oral attention,
so this was a new thing too.  But I was even more
thrilled when she told me huskily, "fuck me first, and
then eat me."  Wow!  I thought she only tolerated my
desire for creampies, but here she was asking for me
to eat hers!

I pushed the chairs away from the table, and set her
on it.  Then I moved the chairs so she could rest her
feet on them.  Her pussy was open to me, and I quickly
dropped my trousers and pulled my sport shirt over my
head.  I put my cock at the entrance to her, and
slowly inserted myself.  We both gasped at the
pleasure of my penetration.  Sex for us rarely
includes fucking, because she has a tilted canal that
makes intercourse uncomfortable sometimes.  As a
consequence, she is always tight and without practice
my endurance is, um, "limited".  So with the intense
pleasure of fucking a tight pussy, my inexperience, my
desire to eat my cum from her, and her whispering "cum
in me, cum in me," I quickly did just that.

I felt like I pumped a gallon into her, endless spurt
after spurt.  I could feel how sloppy she was, with
her soaking wet before I even entered her and dumped
my cum.  When I pulled out, it was like sliding out of
a bowl of yogurt.  I didn't know whether to be turned
on or repulsed, so I decided to be turned on.

I slid a chair over and put her cute shoes on my
shoulders.  As I leaned into her crotch, her legs
spread to reveal an intensely creamy sight.  My cum
was pouring out like melted sour cream drips from a
baked potato.  Her entire crotch was glistening with
her fluids, my fluids, and our delicious mixture.  Her
hairy pubes were matted with juices, wafting with the
pungent scent of sex.  I dipped my tongue into her
hole, licking and gently sucking both it and her clit.

As Perra began to hump my face, making little crying
noises, I diverted more and more attention to her
clit.  I would lick through her entire valley,
splitting her lips with my tongue made broad, then
tickle her clit with my pointy tip.  A few kisses and
suckles on her clit, and I'd repeat.  As her pussy
flooded (she gets very wet), cum came pouring out. 
She warned me she was cumming, and I pressed my lips
between her labia and around her hole, sucking gently
and rubbing her clit with my fingers.  I was rewarded
with a mouthful of goo, which I swirled in my mouth
like a wine taster, savoring the delicious taste.

Although she had made great strides, I didn't think
she would be receptive to a creampie-snowball.  I
gulped it down, but then she muttered, "kiss me".  I
helped her to sit up, then kissed her madly.  Her
tongue was deep in my mouth, searching for the
creampie.  I couldn't believe the almost complete loss
of her inhibitions.

"MMMmm," she said, kissing me still, "that was very
nice.  Wanna go up and take a shower and do it again?"
 I could only hug her in loving gratitude.  This was a
dream come true.

We showered for a long time, kissing like newlyweds. 
She let me wash her body, then her hair, and held my
face to her neck when I kissed her there.  She washed
me, cleaning my cock thoroughly.  I was floored when
she knelt and took my dick in her mouth.  That was
only the second BJ she'd given me in 16 years of
marriage!  She stopped before I came, claiming she
wanted to save my cum for later, but still!  Taking my
dick in her mouth was a big thing for me.  Not so much
because it felt good, but because it signaled an
acceptance of my sex organ.

Standing and momentarily forming a string of pre-cum,
she kissed me.  I was excited to think I was kissing a
mouth that had so recently sucked cock, but when she
reached for the razor and told me I needed a trim, I
was even more excited.  It was an unusual feeling to
have someone else shave my pubes.  Normally, I keep
myself smooth but for a 'soul patch' an inch wide
above my cock, so I am used to being shaved.  But it
was weird for her to do, since I had always suspected
she disliked my smooth look.  She did a very thorough
job on me, even removing the soul patch so I was
perfectly hairless done there.

When complete, she ran her nails over me, sending
tingles through me.  It felt incredibly sexy.  Then,
she smiled at me and suggested I "hop out of the
shower and get the scissors and a couple new blades." 
When I looked puzzled, she asked, "you DO want to
shave ME don't you?"

I was out and back in within seconds.  I washed her
matted fur, then turned off the water.  Using the
scissors, I cut her pubes close.  She was very
helpful, moving her legs where I needed to gain access
to her crotch.  I collected the hairs before rinsing
her, so that our shower wouldn't plug.  Then I got out
and flushed the droppings down the toilet, and got
back in to rinse her.

"Why don't you sit on the vanity?" I suggested, and
she agreed.  I set a towel down for her to sit on,
then started the water running in the sink so that I
could rinse frequently.  I had dreamed forever of
shaving Perra, and had written stories about it
frequently, but here I was doing it for the first
time.  I was exceedingly cautious, since the Mach III
blades I use are very sharp.  I was very nervous, but
soon she was smooth... slick even.  I could see her
pinkness, and it was very exciting.

"Let's go to bed," she said, and we did.  She had me
lay on my back, then straddled my face to let me lick
her now-hairless pussy.  She was sopping wet (still?),
and soon slid down to impale herself on my cock.  It
was easier to last this time, having had my first
orgasm and her pussy now being slightly stretched. 
But it was incredible to feel her wet clit so clearly
against my sensitive pubic mound.  It was all I
dreamed it would be.

As I found myself rising to orgasm, she pulled off me
and presented her just-fucked hole to me for
inspection.  It was open still, and I could see her
glistening wetness inside.  I moaned, and then she
settled her pussy on my face again.  I felt her
fingers begin to fondle her clit, and my mouth joined
them before returning to licking her insides.

She soon came, sitting on my face.  Then, when she
calmed down, she slid back down to take my cock inside
again.  She leaned over and kissed me passionately,
not at all bothered by how recently I had licked her
pussy.  In fact, her kisses were like an animal,
savage and raw.  She was like another person, someone
who liked sex!

She fucked me for a while, then slid back up to cum on
my face again.  This time, when she took me into her
pussy, I came quickly.  She continued to fuck me,
telling me that she was going to sit on my face and
let me clean her while she cleaned my cock.  I was to
keep as much cum in my mouth as possible, because she
wanted to share.  With the hot imagery, it took a
while for my erection to subside.

When it did, she kept her word.  I had my first 69,
with Perra cleaning creampie from my cock.  Since we
had fucked for so long after I came, my cock and pubes
and balls were coated with cream.  Her pussy was
drenched in it, and when she knelt and leaned over me,
it squeezed out as I watched.  Good Lord!  I caught as
much in my mouth as I could, feeling myself getting
hard while she suckled me.  I couldn't believe how hot
I was.  I was getting hard again!

When I was hard enough to penetrate her, she reversed
directions again and sat on my pecker, then leaned
down to kiss me and share our cream.  My mouth was
full of the gunk, and she had some coating her lips. 
It was the most pleasurable, most cum-centric fuck of
my life.  Again, she slid off me to let me lick her
pussy, but this time she immediately formed a 69 to
clean my cock of our juices.  Then she laid on me and
we kissed again as I entered her soaked box.  Talk
about hot!

Before disengaging again, she told me she wanted to
try something new.  I asked her what, thinking it was
almost as good as sex could get.  "I want to try
'doggy style'" she told me.  I was surprised, since we
had always enjoyed either the missionary or
woman-superior position.  But I quickly agreed, and
she got on her hands and knees.  We both groaned as I
pushed into her.

I fucked her nice and hard for quite a while.  I could
feel sloppy wetness coating my legs and hers, as it
dripped down.  "I never knew this would feel so good,"
she moaned, her hands massaging her clit, pressing it
against my pistoning shaft.

"It feels great, "I grinned, feeling like a porn star
for once in my life.  I paused, sliding back so that I
could eat her pussy for a minute.  I took a quick
slurp of her asshole, which made her gasp then moan. 
She had always warned me away from her butthole.  I
wondered who this new woman was that I was fucking,
because she sure didn't seem like my wife!

I leaned over her and began kissing her bristly nape. 
I loved the weight line she had; it was part of my
kinky fetish.  Lost in the world of her bob, I heard
her say something.  I pushed back, asking her to
repeat herself.  "I said, I wonder if I could request
something, and you wouldn't think I was being too
weird."

"God, I love you so much, you could ask anything," I
said with feeling.

"OK, so when you feel like you are about to cum..." she
paused, as if not sure she wanted to continue.

"Yeah?"

"I wonder if you would cum all over my nape and then
lick it off?"  She said it quickly, as if blurting it
out.

"You serious?" I said, thinking I must surely have
misheard.  It was too good to be true!

"Will you?" she asked.  I felt her begin to shove back
at me, and at the same time trying to squeeze my cock.

"Oh God yeah," I moaned, overcome.  I had to cum right
then!  I pulled out of her, pushing her forward and
into the bed.  I slid up and pointed my cock at her
nape, stroking madly.  I shot my load onto her nape,
sticky strands coating her and splashing into her
longer hair and weight line.  It felt so deliciously
kinky, and it made me feel so damned loved, to share
this with my bride.  She was feeding my fetish, at
long last!

When I stopped shaking, I slide back down to lay on
her and nuzzle her nape.  She struggled to sit up,
because I was crushing her.  I let her up, and she got
on her knees, letting me hug her.  She guided my hands
to her pleasure points, covering them with her hands
and instructing me as I licked her nape clean of my
cum.

"Put your cock between my cheeks," she instructed. 
"Pretend to assfuck me."

'What now?' I wondered, delirious in pleasure.  I
rocked my limp dick back and forth against her
asshole, while her hands instructed me to rub her clit
and my mouth paid attention to her neck.  In moments,
I felt her begin to shake, and she kept shaking for a
long while.  Finally, she fell over, collapsing in
post-orgasmic exhaustion.

Again, something nagged at me.  I looked at the clock:
3:15!  "Honey," I said in a panic, "we need to pick up
the kids from school!"

"MMmm," she said dreamily.  "No we don't.  Junior is
going home with Matthew, and Sophie is going home with
Chelsea.  We don't have to pick up anyone; we have the
house all to ourselves."

"You thought of everything!" I said in appreciation
and gratitude.

"I thought of you," she said, sleepily.  "Now turn on
General Hospital and let's take a nap.  We need our
rest if it's going to be a long night."

I flipped on the TV, tuning into the soap opera.  Then
I lay next to my wife, my suddenly loving and giving
wife, and listened to the problems of other people
until I dropped off.  My problems were forgotten.

PART 2

My newly found happiness allowed me to fall into a
deep restful sleep.  I had a very pleasant dream, full
of hearty sex.  I dreamt Perra gave me a long slow
blowjob, frustrating in that she did it so slowly that
my need to cum grew and grew without exploding over
the top.  My frustration and extreme hardness became
almost painful so that I began to wake.  As my head
cleared of post-sleep grogginess, I began to realize
that my wife was slowly sucking my cock.  How much of
my dream was dream?

I had almost feared that the satisfying sex was all a
dream, but here she was giving me another blowjob.  "I
love you," I told her.

"I love you too," she said, letting my cock slip from
her mouth.  "I hope today proves it."  Smiling, she
pushed me flat onto my back, then mounted me.  Her
pussy was extremely wet, and felt so good. She was sat
still, massaging her clit and infrequently squeezing
me with her pussy muscles.

"Today has been perfect," I said.  "It is everything
I've dreamt about."

"I know," she said. "You did send me all those
letters," she pointed out.  I had sent her hot
fantasies early in our marriage.  Then as the sex
faltered and finally stopped, I sent her pleas for
sex, begging her to fulfill me in the way I needed. 
Since nothing had ever happened, I assumed she had
thrown them away, unread.  I thought about how nasty
my fantasies and pleas had gotten, and wondered if she
planned to do everything.  That thought almost made me
cum on the spot.

"Don't you cum!" she warned, pulling off me.  "I want
to see how long I can keep you on the edge without
letting you orgasm."  It was an idea I had expressed
many times.  Now that she was doing it, I wondered if
it was a good idea; my cock hurt already from the
extended erection.  She went back and licked her juice
from my cock.

"Damn that's sexy," I said.

"What?  Licking your dick after you've been in me?"
she wondered.

"Yesssss," I said, shuddering a little as her tongue
swirled around the ledge beneath my head.  Her lips
wrapped around my head, and she swirled her tongue
around, getting it very wet.  She pulled off with a
wet smack.

"I bet you like the thought of me licking juices," she
posited.  "I bet you'd like to see me eat another
woman."

"Oh honey," I said, not quite answering.  I didn't
need to.  She knew she was right.

"Would you like to see me with another man too?  Maybe
another couple?  My face in her pussy while he fucks
me?"

"Damn!" I groaned.  That was one hot image!  In my
fantasies, I joined a couple, servicing them both. 
But her verbal explanation made the scene appear
vividly in my imagination.

"Well, not today," she said, leaving the option of
another day hanging out there.

"But maybe?" I gasped.  My balls were churning.

"Maybe," she allowed.  Wisely, she stopped touching my
cock.  I was ready to explode and further attention
would cover her face in cream.  She moved up and began
to suck and nip at my nipples.  "Maybe you'd like me
doing this while she sits on your cock?"

"Yessss," I said.  "That sounds so sexy!  Ow!"  Her
teeth pinched my tender little nipples too hard,
causing me pain.  As she sucked it, the pain went away
to be replaced by a burning pleasure.

"And every so often she'd pull off and let me clean
her juices from your cock?"  I could only moan in
response.  "Maybe I'd lick her a little before she sat
on your cock again.  Like this," she said, licking my
nipple like an ice cream cone.  Then she swirled
around, finally pressing her tongue hard, as if
shoving it into the fantasy woman.  I could picture
her splitting the woman's pussy open, muff diving
deeply.

"Perra, you are driving me wild!" I said.  My cock was
bobbing up and down, convulsing in a need to cum.  I
was drooling a big puddle of pre-cum.

"That's the idea," she giggled.  She switched to my
other nipple, having made the first completely erect. 
It was a very weird feeling.  "What would you do while
I eat her pussy?"

"I'd watch," I said honestly.  I reached out and
touched her sexy clipped nape.  "And I'd rub your
neck."

"That feels nice," she said, stopping so that she
could concentrate on my attentions.  She moaned a
little as I ran my fingers over her bristles, then up
past her weight line and into her longer layer.

"Thanks for cutting your hair," I said.  Of everything
she had done today, this was the most meaningful.  Not
only had she done it for me, but it was a highly
visible display to those who knew my fetish.  Her
friends would know she'd cut it for my sake.  In a lot
of ways, a woman's hair is a picture of her
self-image, and that image now included me.  "I love
you for it," I told her.

"I know," she sighed happily.  Then she roused herself
and began to kiss my nip while I still stroked her
hair.  She worked it into an erection too, blowing on
it and then the other.  They ached in a most
pleasurable way.

"What else would you do while I eat Caren?" she asked.
 Suddenly, she had put a name on the fantasy woman. 
Caren was one of the women I suspected would enjoy a
nice foursome.  It was highly plausible Perra could
talk her into some swinging, if she even needed
convincing.  Now I could clearly picture Perra between
Caren's legs.  It was a great picture!

"I'd eat you, but I'm afraid it'd block the view," I
said.

"How about if you suck Mike, since he's been fucking
me?" she suggested.  Good Lord!  Now she was stroking
my bisexual side too.  Mike was Caren's husband.  I
groaned, sexual energy pouring over me as Perra opened
another long-closed door.  Admitting my bisexual urges
to her several years ago had been hard, especially
knowing she'd reject them (which she subsequently
did).  Having her now using those urges in a fantasy
was a big switch indeed!

"Hold on," Perra said, hopping off the bed.  She went
into the closet, and I heard her rummaging around. 
She returned with my "toy box", which was actually an
old Lands End nylon briefcase filled with my private
sex gear.  Perra had cringed at the idea of using sex
toys, but now she pulled out my large life-like dildo,
still attached to the strap-on harness.  I'd used the
dildo on myself many times, but the harness was used
only in my fantasies.

She detached the dildo from the harness, then hopped
back on the bed and got on all fours over my head.  I
could look up at her flowing pussy while her face was
near my cock.  "This is the view you'd get," she told
me.  She reached back and let the dildo fall onto my
lips.  "Now suck Mike," she said, "get him ready to
fuck me some more."

She guided the dildo into my mouth, forcing in two
inches of the 10-inch shaft.  I nursed at it, getting
'Mike' wet, imaging his cock drooling precum.  As if
reading my mind, Perra pulled the dildo out and put it
into the puddle of precum on my belly.  She coated the
head thickly, then brought the dildo back into my
mouth.  Now it was even more sexy, like I could
concentrate on removing his precum before he fucked my
wife.

I was moaning wildly as I worked the dildo.  "You're
pretty good at that," she marveled.  "Now, you take it
and fuck my pussy like Mike would fuck me."

She let loose her hold on the dildo and lowered her
face to my hip.  I gripped the dildo, and guided it to
her opening.  Then I slowly inserted it while sitting
up to wriggle my tongue on her clit.  Thankfully, she
spread her knees farther apart, lowering her self so I
could lay back and still tongue her pussy.  While she
whimpered at the size of 'Mike', I slowly pushed in
the dildo all the way I could--it seemed to hit
something before the last two inches went in--then
pulled it out.  I licked the union of the dildo and
her pussy, cleaning the ample fluids off.  Then I
pushed in again, carefully judging the depth.  I
fucked my wife with the dildo, imaging another man was
doing it.

 From time to time, I'd pull off and suck gently at her
opening.  Her juices drained out and into my mouth. 
As I pushed in the dildo again, I slobbered the juices
onto her clitoris, bathing it.  Perra loved it.  She
moaned loudly when I short fucked her opening, popping
the fake dick's head rapidly in and out of her while I
tongued her sensitive pleasure bud.  Her moaning got
loud and then she was cumming.  I watched as her pussy
clenched around the dildo, throbbing so damn sexily.

Her orgasm made me hunger even more for my own. 
"Please let me cum," I begged when she fell off me and
laid panting next to me.  I repeated my request, more
urgently, when her chest stopped heaving.

"OK," she said, rousing herself.  Then she picked up
the fantasy again.  "So if you cum in Caren, you want
me to eat it out?"

"Only if you give it to me in a snowball," I said.  "I
want to eat it out too," I pouted.

"A snowball?" she asked.  I explained that a snowball
was when she kept cum in her mouth, and then shared it
with me.  "MMmmm, so if I suck off Mike, you'd want me
to snowball you too?"  Her eyes had a malicious gleam.

"Yes," I groaned, imagining my new super-sexy wife
bobbing on Mike's cock, her cute bob a-bobbin'. 
Unlike many guys, I hadn't spent much time imagining
my wife with other guys.  Not only had it not really
interested me, since I was somewhat jealous, it seemed
too far-fetched to even fantasize about.  Now, though,
it seemed almost plausible to think of her and another
guy together.  Shit!

I didn't have to imagine her cocksucking for long. 
She moved into position and began to nurse at my cock.
 Holy shit, she was sucking me again!  She seemed well
past her distaste for hummers now.  Even so, she
wasn't very talented at it, not having had much
experience.  "More suction," I instructed, moaning
loudly when she immediately sucked harder.  My balls
throbbed, wanting to shoot.  "Now slide up and down on
it, trying to get as much of my dick in as you can." 
Oh!  It felt so good, but "Less teeth!" I cried out,
when she accidentally bit on me.

"Sorry," she murmured, after spitting out my dick.

"It's OK," I said, "but it is distracting when
everything else feels so good."

"Hmmm, well maybe we should rent a sex movie tonight
so I can see how to do it," she smiled, licking me. 
"Seems to me you said you wanted to eat me while we
watched porn together."

Yes, I had said that, about 15 years ago.  She had
quite a memory for my fantasies; it was a crime she
hadn't acted them out until now.  "No need to rent
porn when we have a cablemodem," I told her.

"You can show me what you mean, later," she said. 
"But now, you need to cum in my mouth so I can
snowball you!"  Wow!  Saying that, she went back and
sucked earnestly at me.  She worked in almost my
entire length, until I was at her gag spot.  She held
me in, sucking hard.  Then she added the twist of
jacking my shaft with her hand while sucking my head,
and I lost it.

"I'm cumming," I grunted.  In the past, my declaration
caused her to shrink away.  Most often, she'd be
handjobbing me, and when I came she shifted her hand
so as to not get splashed.  Now though, she kept on
jacking me while sucking my head, keeping the pleasure
up.  Streams of semen boiled out of my balls and
through my urethra, splashing into her mouth while she
mumbled "uh huh, uh huh" as if she liked it.

I laid flat, my chest now heaving.  Perra pulled off
me, moving to my face with her lips pressed tight.  Oh
God, she was going to snowball me!  I thought about a
story someone posted at my Yahoo group recently called
"Sticky Lips", where his wife would go out into the
parking lot and blow guys, coming back in with a
"tight lipped smile".  The wife would kiss him,
shoving the cum into his mouth.  That image came to
mind with Perra's tight-lipped smile.

She moved down as if to kiss me, but instead her
fingers urged my mouth open.  I laid there, my mouth
open, in eager anticipation.  Instead of bringing her
mouth to mine, she let the cum drool out in a slobbery
stream.  Her first aim was poor, but soon my cum and
her spit were pooling in my mouth.  I wanted to get
hard again, because this was so damn exciting.  I had
a mental orgasm when she finally brought her mouth to
mine and kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth
and swirling it around in the cum stored there.

The racy moment then devolved into a very hot kiss and
finally ended with a passionate loving kiss.  The
afternoon was totally about lovemaking, despite the
torrid sex.  She was finally, finally!, loving me in
the sexual way I had always wanted.  Our ugly past was
now in the past, and I could forget the pain and
longing and loneliness.  I loved Perra with my whole
being.  I didn't think it was possible to love her
more at that moment.

"Well, that was fun," she giggled, laying her head on
my chest and closing her eyes.

"I'll say," I laughed.  "I love you so much, Honey."

"I love you too," she said, and then we were quiet for
a long time.  I thought she had fallen asleep, when
she asked, "are you hungry?"

"A little," I admitted.  On cue, my stomach gurgled,
which made us both laugh.

"Why don't we take a quick shower to clean up, and
then you can run to CiCi's and get us a couple
pizzas?"

"Sounds good," I said.  Perra got up and I followed
her into the bathroom.  Again, I washed her head to
toe, and she did the same for me.  She surprised me by
paying particular attention to my anus, which she had
heretofore treated like enemy territory.  Having her
touching me there was strange, despite my years of
longing for that touch.

I got out of the shower first, toweling off.  I went
to the chest of drawers to pull out underwear, and she
called out "no underwear!"  I felt a twinge of
excitement, thinking she was wanting me to be a little
racy in public too.  "Put on your gray gym shorts and
a t-shirt."  My gray shorts were a soft cotton, like a
stretchy t-shirt.  I threw them on with a Blood Center
T I had gotten for donating blood (practically all my
t-shirts were freebies from somewhere), then went
downstairs to call the pizza place.

I ordered two large pizzas, a pepperoni and an alfredo
pizza.  The alfredo pizza had a white creamy
sauce--and maybe it was alfredo sauce--covered with
mozzarella.   I was told it would be fifteen minutes
before the pies were ready.  "Be back in twenty," I
yelled upstairs to Perra.

I drove first to the grocery store, where I bought
roses for Perra.  It was now nearly 6:00, and people
were getting their evening meals, so checkout took a
while.  The pizzas were ready when I got to CiCi's,
and I got home 25 minutes after I left.

Perra was in the kitchen when I entered.  Her hair was
wet, slicked straight back except for her bangs, which
were curled forward to play up her pretty blue eyes. 
The mass of wet hair really emphasized her weight line
and clipped nape, making me horny despite how severe
it appeared.  She was wearing strappy high-heeled
shoes that she had bought for my benefit years before,
and had only worn once.  Other than that, she was
nude.  I couldn't help but stare at her bald pussy,
which made her laugh.

"Down boy," she smiled.

"I'm hungry!" I said, licking my lips and still
staring.  We both laughed at the cheesy
double-entendre.

"Then let's eat!" she said.  We opened both boxes on
the table and enjoyed a couple slices from each pie. 
I didn't want to get overfull, so I slowed down. 
Seeing me pause, Perra said, "Get me a Shiner?"

I went to the fridge, returning with a long-necked
Shiner Bock.  I twisted the top off, and handed it to
Perra.  She took a long pull, gasping for air.  The
cold beer sounded good, but I didn't want a whole one.
 "Can I have a taste?" I asked.

"Sure," she said, holding out the bottle, then
suddenly pulling it back.  I was puzzled as she slid
the pizzas aside, then got up to sit on the table. 
She had a mischievous smile, and spread her legs.  I
watched astounded as she put the bottle to her pussy,
and slid it in!  The long neck went a couple inches
into her pussy, and she slowly pumped a couple times. 
Then she handed it to me, telling me to have a good
taste.

"Damn, honey," I said, putting the now-tangy bottle to
my lips.  It tasted of pussy and beer; what a great
combination!

"Like the flavor?" she asked.  I told her I loved it. 
"Then maybe you'd like some pizza?"

"I'm kinda full," I said.  Truth was that I could eat
more, but I didn't want that sleepy feeling.

Perra didn't believe me.  I watched her grab a slice
of pepperoni pizza and pull the cheese off.  Then she
smeared the slice all over her pussy, covering it with
sauce!  Daintily, she plucked a pepperoni slice off,
rolled it up, and inserted it half-way into her cunt. 
Damn!

"Damn!" I said.

"Are you sure you're too hungry?" she pouted.  Then
she laughed as I dove between her legs.  Like the
eager slut I am, I licked at the sauce voraciously.  I
saw that the red dye used in the pizza sauce slightly
colored her flesh, which made it all the hotter for
me.  I bit at the piece of pepperoni last, trying to
fuck her with the little thing.  Mostly, I was just
shoving my face against her fleshy pussy.

She gave me a second piece of pizza, this time
actually pushing the tip into her juicy hole to get
sauce inside.  I took my time, trying to make her hot
while I had my second slice.  Perra had a seemingly
endless supply of juices, which were seeping out of
her continuously.  I didn't think pizza eating could
get sexier.

"Hey, go into the garage," Perra said.  I was puzzled,
but did as she instructed.  I waited until she called
me back in a minute later.  She was still sitting on
the table, but now here knees were closed.  "What
would you do if you came home from work and found me
like this?"  She spread her legs, revealing that she
had wiped several slices-worth of alfredo sauce onto
her pussy.  "What if I had been fucked by four guys
and left this for you?"  The alfredo sauce looked just
like sperm, globby and sticky, covering her crotch and
inner thighs.  There was sauce smeared thickly between
her lips, looking for all the world like a creampie.

"Oh God," I muttered, pulling a chair over to sit down
and begin cleaning her from her "gangbang."

"Yeah, clean their cum from me," she whispered,
humping at my face.  "Eat me like the slut you are." 
She put her heels on my shoulders, then pulled them
off and said, "Take your clothes off."  I quickly
shuck my clothes, and sat down.  She put her heels
back on my shoulders, which dug into my muscles deeply
as she resumed humping my face.  The pain was wicked,
but it sure stroked my submissive side.  I rose
quickly towards orgasm until I was moaning hard.

"You are so fucking sexy," I muttered.

"Mmmm, thanks," she said.  "Would you really clean my
pussy if other guys left their cum in me?"  Her tone
implied that she thought the idea was hot too.

That made me think.  Would I?  Part of me said "yes,
fuck yes," but the other part worried over death and
disease.  "Maybe," I concluded, "if we knew them
well."

"Oh, so if it was the guys from our Sunday School
class, you'd do it?" she laughed.  That kinda took the
zip out of the moment, because it seemed so
improbable.  "But what other guys do we know well?"
she pointed out.  It was true; I had devoted so much
of my life to my kids and family and work, that I
hadn't cultivated a group of close male friends.

"Maybe I should make some friends," I said, continuing
the fantasy.

"Maybe you should," she said.  Then she grabbed my
head and pushed it hard against her pussy.  I was
getting alfredo sauce on my face, but I didn't care. 
This was hot!  Suddenly, she pushed me away.  "Go get
on a condom.  We need to keep your load so you can eat
a gangbang's worth at once."

I flew up the stairs to get the sex bag where I keep
my condoms.  It wasn't there!  "Honey, where's the toy
bag?"

"Down here, you fool!"  I could hear her good-natured
laughing.  I flew down the stairs twice as fast,
arriving in time to see her putting on heavy red
lipstick.  I only stared, feeling my balls twitch. 
"Do you like it?" she smiled.

"Hell yes," I said enthusiastically.  Her blood red
lips and slicked back hair made her look like a butch
dyke.  I realized then that her hair wasn't wet; it
was held back with gel or something.

She watched me seductively, then peeled back the
cheese on the last slices of alfredo pizza.  She wiped
as much sauce as she could off, then smeared it onto
her pussy.  She was very messy looking!  "C'mon," she
purred, "you're the last guy at my gangbang."  I
scampered over as she got one last fingerful, and put
it in her mouth.  Hurriedly, I pushed into her as she
pulled my face into a alfredo snowball.  The illusion
was very real.

I cupped behind her head with my hand supporting her
head as I fucked her as hard as I could.  I felt her
pushing against me, urging me to go deeper as I slid
in and out.  With the strong gel, her hair was rigid
and her weightline felt even more pronounced as I
fondled her nape.  I knew I wasn't going to last much
longer, but when she moaned, "fuck me as hard as Grady
did," I lost it.  Grady was my boss!  "Grady left a
big load for you at the gangbang," she panted, totally
into the fantasy.

Then it was my turn to give her a big load.  Problem
was, the condom captured all the cum, so I couldn't
feel her insides getting sloppy.  But knowing I was
going to eat it later made it stronger all the same. 
My balls felt like they turned inside out as I kept
cumming into my faux gangbang wife.

I pulled out of her before I softened, and fell across
the table next to her.  I panted hard, exhausted. 
That had been a hard cum, and I felt so satisfied,
physically, sexually, and emotionally.  I closed my
eyes, wanting to rest.

"Feel tired honey?" she asked, hopping off the table
with a click of her heels on the tile.  I murmured I
was.  "Good, then give me your condom and stay there
while I get ready."  Ready?  For what?  Still, I was
drowsy and did as she said.  I barely got up enough to
turn and follow her with my eyes.  She tied the condom
into a knot to keep the fluids in, then put it in the
fridge.  Next, she went to the toy bag and pulled out
a couple things.  Noticing that I was watching her,
she showed the items to me: the dildo harness and
small 'starter' dildo.  The she smiled pretty damned
evilly.

Trembling in anticipation of my oldest fantasy
fulfilled, I watched intently as she seemed to move in
slow motion.  She put the harness on, sliding one leg
through the sturdy leather straps, then the other. 
Then she pulled it up and belted the front buckle. 
She tightened the leg straps, and it was on firmly. 
This harness features a small prong that sticks out,
to which the implements are affixed.  She aligned the
hole in the didlo, then slid it onto the prong.  She
held the dildo like a man holds his dick to pee,
smiling privately at the sense of having a cock.  Then
she looked up at me through her bangs, her eyes
finding mine.  Oh God, she was beautiful!

She stepped to the pantry, and she pulled out the big
can of Crisco we had formerly reserved for french
fries.  "I have Slippery Stuff in the toy bag," I
pointed out, all weariness now gone.

"I know," she said, advancing on me, "but this seems
nastier, doesn't it?"  She set the big can next to me,
then continued to the garage.  I was puzzled until I
saw her returning with a couple pairs of the latex
gloves I kept for when I was put finishes on
woodworking projects.  I couldn't help but watch as
she put on a pair of gloves, then reached in the
Crisco.  She had a handful, which she smeared onto the
dildo.  It was heavily coated with white grease, and
she stroked it.  "This is a pretty powerful feeling,"
she told me.  "I might get used to this."

"Ohmygod," I moaned.  I still had not the slightest
erection, but I was mentally cumming like crazy.

"Put your chest on the table, and spread your cheeks,"
Perra ordered.  As I did, I realized this was a
scenario from one of my stories to her.  She was going
to take me, use me, fuck me.  I knew what was going to
happen, and I couldn't stop shaking.  I had written
the scene for her so many years ago, and I had lost
all hope.  Now it was coming true.

I felt her finger penetrate me, forcing my willing
asshole open.  I hadn't played with the toys in ages,
having lost the thrill when I thought my fantasy had
no chance of coming true.  Her finger wedged into me,
opening my butt, paining me slightly.  I knew I should
relax, but it was damn hard in my excited state.

I had thought that she would be tentative with me. 
She had never really touched my asshole before.  I
thought she would feel the taboo, hesitating as she
explored.  Instead, she plumbed me with great
authority, corkscrewing in and out with her finger.  I
felt my psyche sliding more into submissiveness as she
became more overtly dominating.  This was so
pleasurable on so many levels it is hard to describe.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Oh honey," I moaned, not really answering the
question, but she knew what I meant.

I felt the tip of the dildo against my dilated
opening, and then she slid it in.  "Damn," she
giggled, "its really greasy back here."

"I'm sorry," I apologized, although it was in no way
my fault.

"Don't be," she giggled again.  "I think it'll make it
easier to really fuck you."  Accordingly, she pressed
her hips to my buttocks, then began to just plain fuck
me.  I mean, she humped me like a hound on a sexy leg!

The problem was that I was so greasy, I couldn't
really feel the pleasure of it sliding in and out. 
But soon the Crisco began to melt, dripping down my
leg.  The loss of the grease increased the friction,
making it far more pleasurable.  I let out a groan of
pure pleasure, even though I was still not getting
erect.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"Fuck!  No!" I grunted, loving the pleasure so much.

"Good," she said, "because I'm switching to the big
one."  I had three dildos: the small one that went
with the harness that she was using, a big 10" x 1.5"
one that also fit the harness, and a huge 12" x 2.5"
diameter one that was soft, shocking pink, and had
enormous balls that formed a base.  It didn't go in
the harness, but I could sit on it and it felt damn
great once I got used to it.

She pulled out of me, and I felt a great rush of
grease slip out.  "Gross!" she exclaimed.  "Go use the
toilet while I get the next one ready."  She was
already pulling the latex gloves off.

Dutifully, I went into the potty and excreted the
grease.  I felt my asshole, cringing at how hot it was
already.  I would be sore very soon.

By the time I left the bathroom, Perra had the new
dildo attached to the harness.  She led me into the
living room and at her command, I knelt in front of
her to begin sucking her dick.  My first task was to
get it slippery with saliva, and then I bobbed on it,
sucking madly.  I had never felt more submissive,
kneeling before my loving wife and giving her a nice
blowjob.  I had never loved her more.

"I want you to keep my dick in your mouth," she said. 
I looked up at her, nodding my acceptance.  "Good,
because I need to say some things and I don't want you
interrupting."  Her commanding tone stroked me, and
for the first time I began to get hard again.  "First
of all, I know you have needs and I know now how I
have been neglecting them.  I've gotten all your
emails.  And letters.  And notes.  But I never really
thought about how much these things meant to you.  I
know I have been selfish, and I am sorry."  Despite
her command to keep the dildo in my mouth, she pulled
it out and leaned down to kiss me deeply.  "I love you
honey.  You must know that now."

"I do," I said, chancing to speak.

"Shhhh," she smiled, and stood upright to stick her
cock back in my mouth, then she continued.  "I don't
know what all you need, but I want you to know that
today is just the start.  I'm going to work hard to be
the wife you want and need, and I am going to read
your emails and letters and notes to see if I can't
figure out what you need. I know you have a submissive
side, and I have liked trying out this domination
stuff.  So that will be part of it, I am sure.  I will
also keep my hair cut like you want, and if you are a
good boy I'll let you buzz my nape between visits to
the salon.  Would you like that?"

I could only moan.  Smiling, she began to move her
hips, fucking my mouth.  "Tell you what," she said, 
"you said we could find some videos on the 'net on how
to cocksuck.  How about we both watch and learn?"  She
pulled the cock out of my mouth, picked up the toy
bag, and took my hand to lead me upstairs to the den.

She sat at the computer and I sat in the chair off to
the side.  I could operate the computer because we
have a wireless keyboard and mouse.  I started up
Xnews, and navigated to an erotic multimedia
newsgroup.  There were 29000 files there, comprising
several hundred video clips.  Of particular interest
were a series titled "Gag Factor".  I instructed Xnews
to download several of these, launching them when they
were downloaded.  It only took half a minute for the
first to come up (gotta love cablemodems!).

Series are often labeled something like "Gag Factor 6
- scene 1a", with the parts of one scene running from
"1a" to sometimes "1k" or so.  I always download the
'b' part, since the introductory bullshit is over and
the action is heating up.  I can see if the actors
suit my fancy.  So I'll download 1b, 2b, 3b, etc.  In
this case, I struck paydirt right off the bat.  The
"1b" part featured a cute asian girl with a sexy bob
and bangs, having a guy forcing her to take his cock
in her throat.

"This isn't exactly lovemaking," I murmured, "and I
don't think I could ever force you to do this."

"No, but I can see myself forcing you," Perra replied,
clearly fascinated.  Boing!  My erection went to full
strength.  I quickly closed the video window ant
Alt-Tabbed back to Xnews.  I queued up parts 1a and
1c, since that completed scene 1: I needed all of that
cute girl I could get!

Scene 2b popped up then.  This one had a blonde,
wearing her hair in cornrows and beads.  She didn't
interest me so much, but Perra liked the scene.  First
she gagged on the cock, then she hawked up a mouthful
of saliva, then she was put on a bed on her back with
her head hanging off so that the guy could fuck her
throat at will.  I fast forwarded to the end (it was a
5-minute clip and we only had 30 seconds to preview it
before 3b popped up), and Perra instructed me to get
part 2c too.

The other scenes (3b to 7b) were similar enough to not
warrant super attention.  When 1a came on, beginning
to complete scene 1, Perra rolled the deskchair back
and told me to start sucking her cock while she
watched.  "Put on a condom first," she instructed,
seeing my erection when I stood.

1a and 1c didn't really interest Perra, since I was
attracted to the scene primarily by the pretty bob. 
But she loved scene 2.  She watched 2c several times
in its entirety, where the guy spent minutes just
fucking her face as she began drooling saliva.  The
scene ended with her getting a huge load in her mouth,
which then dribbled out and into her nose.  It was
pretty extreme, and I knew she wasn't watching it
thinking that she wanted to try it.  She had designs
on me!

Perra took the keyboard and mouse and checked out
other videos.  She was drawn to a series entitled
"Strappin' it on and shovin' it in", which were Femdom
videos featuring guys taking the strap-on.  My wife
was getting rapidly educated in using me.

"Come on," she said finally, "let's go to bed."  We
went across the hall to our master bedroom, where she
took off the strap-on harness.  We laid on the bed,
kissing madly.  When we had switched to a
Dominant/submissive mode during dinner, we hadn't
abandoned lovemaking.  Some people can't understand
that D/s is about loving each other enough to give
what is needed.  I never felt more loved when Perra
finally took control.  It had taken a lot of love for
her to assume that role, to do something so boldly
different than she had done before.  I hadn't felt
that kind of love from her, honestly, since we were
married.  Today some dam had burst, and was filled
with emotion for her.  I couldn't imagine anything
better than kissing her right then.

Of course, she had other ideas.  "Did I do OK?" she
asked, peering at me with those pretty blue eyes.

"Better than OK," I replied.  I kissed her.  "You gave
me the greatest gift ever."

"It is kinda fun when you get used to the idea," she
smiled.  "It made me really horny!"

"Really?" I said, reaching down to touch her soaked
pussy.  It was sopping wet!  "Want me to do something
about it?" I asked.

"Mmmmm, yes," she sighed.  On that cue, I began to
slide down.  "Wait. Stop," she said before I got too
far.  "From now on, I want to sit on your face when
you lick me, unless I tell you differently.  OK?"

"Oh, God," I moaned.  I had begged her before to sit
on my face.  I loved that position, with her in
control and her pussy my entire world.  Until today,
she had resisted being on top.  Why, I wasn't sure,
but I wasn't about to ask then.  The fact that she had
asserted some firm control really enhanced the allure
of the situation too.  I didn't realize it at the
time, but she had begun altering our sexual life into
what it would become. 

I scampered back up and lay flat on my back.  She
moved on top of me, and I had a brief view of her
smooth crotch before my face was encased between her
thighs.  Her juices spilled out just as soon as I
parted her with my tongue, and my mouth was flooded
with her hot fluids.  I tried hard to make her cum,
and I soon succeeded.  When she got close, she began
grinding her muff on my mouth, then squeezed my head
as she came.  It was a very physical event, and
frankly I loved it.

"MMmmm, that was nice," she told me, "but I still feel
like I could have another."  Holy shit!  My wife was
now getting multiply orgasmic.  She slid down me, and
mounted my hardon.  "Fuck me until you cum, and then
I'll sit on your face again," she told me coolly.  I
sure dug this new dominant attitude of hers.

Despite the fact that I had cum more this day than any
other in my life, and despite the fact I was wearing a
condom, I was primed to pop off soon after she sat on
me.  She fell forward, on her hands and knees as I
screwed her.  I marveled at her look, pretty blue
eyes, blood red lips, and all.  She was so beautiful,
and she was letting me fuck her as hard as I liked.  I
came quickly, filling the condom.

I wasn't even soft before she made good on her
promise.  She slid up and straddled my face, her
just-fucked hole gaping open.  There was no creampie,
but she needed some attention anyways.  As she
suggested, her orgasm came quickly and she collapsed
off me.

"Gosh, that was just what I needed," she smiled. 
"Whew!"

I got off the bed and slipped the condom off my
shrinking cock.  "You want me to put this one in the
fridge too?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said.  "And can you bring me some water?" 
As I turned to leave, she asked me to come back.  I
returned and she quickly cleaned the residual cum off
me with her mouth.  She pulled me down to a quick
kiss, then sent me on my way.

I hurried down and put the load of cum in the fridge
next to the other one.  Then I made her ice water and
hurried back up.  She was still recovering from the
last orgasm, and gratefully accepted the water.  "Man,
this strap-on thing she gets me ready to cum," she
remarked.

"Does this mean we can do it again?" I asked
hopefully.

"Count on it!" she smiled.  "But I'm gonna research
and see what I can do to make myself cum while doing
it."

I described a video I had on CD, where two women fuck
a guy.  The dildos they use were L-shaped, with the
shorter leg going up their pussies.  That gave them
some vaginal and clitoral stimulation while they took
the lucky bastard's mouth and ass.

"Wow," she said, "that's sounds good.  Leave me that
CD and I'll watch it.  I'll see what else is out there
too."  I was thrilled to hear her thinking about
making it such an active part of our lovelife.

"So, how do you feel?" I asked.  I wanted more, of
course.  I never wanted this day to end!

"A bit tired," she admitted.  She saw I was ready for
more, despite the fact that my next erection was a
long while away still.  "Why don't you show me that
you can take that bigger dildo in your butt?"

Now, I have an very long and wide exhibitionist
streak, so putting on a show was very exciting for me.
 I detached the dildo from the harness, and licked it
to get it wet.  Then I sucked it.  I had deep throated
it before, and I did again after a little practice. 
Perra oooohed and aaaahhhed, calling me a "good
cocksucker".

"Maybe I'll have you get Mike ready to fuck me," she
commented.  I wondered if she was really considering
approaching Caren and Mike, or if it was hot talk.  I
wasn't sure anymore.  She might do it!  "Would you
like that?  Sucking a real cock?"

"Yyeessssssss," I hissed.  "A nice fat big one.  While
you watch."  I might as admit the truth since she
seemed open to the idea.

"And then he'd fuck you?" she said softly.  Her
fingers were rubbing her clit again.

"Or you," I smiled.

"Maybe," she said, "but let me see you take that
dildo.  Now."  She had a commanding tone that made me
shiver with excitement.

I got the jar of slippery stuff from the toy bag,
since the Crisco was downstairs.  She watched intently
as I lubed my hole up, sliding my finger into my
closed but loosened butthole.  Then I added a second,
and it was time for the dildo.  I greased that up, and
bent over to give her a better view of my backside. 
It took a moment to position it correctly, and then I
pressed the bead into me.  The dildo bowed with the
strain as I forced the fat head past my sphincter. 
This initial thrust was always the most painful part. 
I grimaced out Perra's view, pressing harder and
trying to relax until I felt the head sliding in. 
Then I got the wonderful rush as my anus was filled
with the rubber dildo.

"Ahhhhh," I moaned.

"Does it feel good?" she asked, sounding doubtful.

"You have no idea," I sighed.  "It is heaven."

"It looks so big!"

"It is big," I replied.  "Big and wonderful."  I slid
the dildo in all the way I could, then slowly pulled
it back out.  I felt my insides collapse, leaving me
wanting to be filled again.  I imagined it was what
women felt when they were fucked.  So satisfying to be
filled, so needy when the cock withdrew.

"What about the other one?" she inquired.

"What other one?"

"The big pink one," she reminded me.  "The floppy pink
one."  It was made of silicon, so it was extremely
soft and flexible despite it's huge size.

"It doesn't fit the harness, so I have to sit on it,"
I said.

"Damn," she said.  Her fingers were flying over her
pussy now, circling her clit like crazy.  "You can
take it though?"

"Yes," I moaned, so turned on by the physical
sensation of fullness and her overt interest.

"Then maybe I'll see if I can find one that size that
fits the harness," Perra informed me.  The thought of
her wielding that monster was unbelievable.  She
rolled off the bed, and put the harness back on.  Time
for a good strapping!

At her command, I handed her the dildo and while she
affixed it I rolled another condom on.  She waited
patiently for my fumbling fingers to put it on my
semi-erection.  When I was ready, she told me to cum
and kneel before her.  "Suck my cock and beg to be
fucked," she smirked.

I did as she asked, only too aware that the dildo I
was sucking had recently been in my ass.  It didn't
taste of poop or anything; the greasy Crisco discharge
earlier had pretty much cleaned me out.  The thought
of it was a headfuck though.

I begged her earnestly to screw me.  I pleaded and
cajoled.  Finally, she agreed to do it, but only if I
first got mouth fucked like that braided chick on the
Gag Factor video.  A little afraid, I laid on the bed
with my head hanging off.

I gotta admit, Perra did a damn good job of mimicking
the guy on the video.  She fed me that dildo, and
forced it into my throat.  I regretted then that I had
shown her my deepthroat skills.  She face fucked me
and I felt myself gagging time and again.  She was
happy though, amazed to watch the bulge of the dildo
as it entered my throat.  At one point, she held the
dildo in my throat, so close to me that she smothered
my face with her body.  I fought the rising fear that
I would suffocate.  Finally, I pushed gently on her
leg, hoping she'd pull out.  She did, and I coughed up
a mouthful of spittle that seeped into my nostrils and
down my face to my forehead.  It was gross!  Perra,
though, liked it so much that she tried doing it
again.  She was truly developing a nice knack for
cruelty.

Finally, she tired of that game, and had me stand up. 
"Bend over and hold your ankles," she said.  Where did
she get this stuff?  I complied, and she pressed the
head of the dildo against my sphincter.  I shut my
eyes tightly, preparing for the thrust.  When it came,
it was less painful than I imagined.  She had lubed up
again!  Then I was filled with the glorious dildo, and
she began sliding in and out of me.

"I'm going to fuck you until you cum," she told me. 
"But don't you dare touch your dick."  That meant it
would be a long time coming, which I thought would be
fine with me.

We did lots of positions, trying to see which were her
favorites.  She liked me leaning over the bed, and she
liked me on all fours.  Didn't much like me on my
back, with my legs over my head. Didn't like me
sitting on her cock, sliding up and down, because she
liked fucking me not the other way around.  She liked
having me on the bed, my hips supported my pillows,
but she was afraid the friction of my cock rubbing the
pillows would make me cum too soon.

She liked being in the bathroom, with one of my knees
on the vanity and having me suck the pink dildo as it
sat on the countertop.  I think she liked it the most
because she said she was going to show Caren and Mike
how I loved being a girl; she said I would suck Mike
as Caren and her took turns making me squeal.  We had
a trip to their house (they live in Dallas, and we
live in Houston) arranged over Memorial Day, and I
began to really look forward to it.

The plausibility was increased amazingly when I
thought about all the wild stuff that she had done
that day.  Nothing seemed too outrageous, even having
her make me a slut in front of Caren and Mike. 
Understand, this really rubbed some very long-held
fantasies.  She was giving my deepest fantasies voice,
and practically saying they were OK.  I felt such a
giddy sense of validation, that my love for her poured
out of me.

And my cum poured out of me too.  My balls hurt a lot
when I came.  Perra was fucking me and telling me how
she hoped Mike was uncircumcised when I squirted the
remaining glue-like sperm that I possessed.  The heady
sensation and euphoria was tempered by the feeling I'd
been kicked in the nuts.  I collapsed onto the vanity,
begging her to stop and let me rest.

Bless her heart, she peeled the condom off and took it
downstairs to join the others in the fridge.  She came
back up with a glass of Bailey's on the rocks.  She
led me to the bed, and we snuggled, watching Leno and
falling asleep.  It was the best day ever.

I slept like a baby.  My alarm was turned off, the dog
didn't need to go out, and the kids weren't pouncing
on me to go for doughnuts like on a typical Saturday. 
I woke up slowly, becoming aware that my wife Perra
was sucking on my erection.

"Good morning," she smiled, then sliding onto my
saliva encased prick.

"Morning!" I said, cheerfully.  I smelled coffee, and
looked to see a cup on my nightstand.  Now this was
decadence: getting a hummer from a loving wife and all
I had to do was enjoy it.  Perra had started yesterday
with no BJ skills at all but now she had me arching my
back, loving her attention in a major way.  That made
me wonder about cumming, since I didn't have a condom
on.  "When I cum, will you snowball me?"

Perra spit out my cock.  "No, when you get close, I'm
going to drain the cum from the condoms into my pussy
and you'll add your load to my sloppy insides.  Then
I'm gonna sit on your face and you can see what I'll
be like after I'm gangbanged.  How'd that be?"

Wow!  "You better get that extra cum inside, because
you're making me want to squirt now!"

"No, you'll cum when I want you to," she smiled
sweetly.  "I am enjoying making you ready to cum."

"But I'm ready!" I whined.  My orgasm would be too
delicious.

"But I'm not," she said, firmer this time.  "And you'd
better get that self-centeredness out of your mind,
because despite appearances, I am in charge."

I was confused.  "I'm confused," I told her.

"You've had your day of fun, and now it's my turn. 
But instead of a day, I get to have a lifetime of fun.
 You said you want me to try Domming you?  Fine.  I
will try, and I am starting now.  You will not cum
until I want you to. Understand?"

I nodded.  Perversely, the idea that she was
controlling my orgasms now made me want to cum even
more.  At the same time, I was getting a major mental
rush from not cumming.  I was excited to follow her
instructions.  Such are the strange mental gymnastics
of a submissive man.

She perfected her cocksucking that morning, making me
gasp at times with need. She even insisted I stroke
her nape, which was borderline cruel.  She never
threatened me with anything if I gave in to my urges,
but pride and a desire to serve kept me from cumming. 
Finally, she looked up at me with her blue eyes and
told me to follow her downstairs.

She led me to the kitchen, where I saw a pot of water
with floating bags of condoms in it.  She had
obviously warmed them up.  On the table were both the
large strap-on and the huge flexible pink dildo.  "Put
on the strap on and fuck me," she told me.  She laid
on the table on her back, grabbed her legs, and spread
'em wide.

I again did as I was told, feeling very kinky to be
sporting a heavy rubber dick.  I pushed in the tip
against her flower, and slowly inserted it.  She'd
already been fucked by it once, but there had been
times that even my smaller size had hurt her.  She
whimpered as the thing slid in, not so much from pain
as from need.  I found she was incredibly wet,
covering the dildo instantly with her lubricant.

I fucked Perra with the strap-on, aware that my use
was only as a loving robot.  I was giving her pleasure
and deriving none of my own besides satisfaction.  She
came twice, squeezing the dildo hard while her fingers
frigged her clit.

After the first one, she muttered "keep going" through
clenched teeth.  After the second, she instructed me
to stop.  "Now fuck me with the pink one," she told
me.  I looked at it, comparing it to the already large
one I just had pulled out.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes," she moaned, picking it up and handing it to me.
 "I want you to see how stretched out I'll be when all
your new friends fuck the hell out of me."  Damn!  I
put the tip against her opening, which was still open
and showing vivid pink inside, and pushed it in
slightly.

The head was the biggest part, and she stopped my
progress a couple times.  Slowly it went in until most
of it was inside my wife.  "Lick me until I get used
to it," she moaned.  I lowered my face and licked at
her clit, feeling her jerk as if jolted by
electricity.  I kissed and licked her pleasure bud for
several minutes before she told me to slowly pull it
out "but not all the way."  Then I was told to push it
in slowly, and hold it.  This went on for several more
minutes, until the holding period was over and I
slowly slid it in and out, fucking with the dildo my
wife and knowing that her pussy was being stretched.

Finally, she had me pull it out the way out.  When I
did, her cunt remained open.  It looked like a very
wet cave, dark and yet calling out for spelunkers.  I
moved in and stuck my tongue in, aware that she was
barely touching it.  She was that stretched open! 
Then I impaled her again, listening to her moan.  She
begged me to fuck her harder, and I did.  Eventually,
I got into a mode where I popped it in and out of her
opening several times, then sank it deep and twisted
it inside.  After a minute of that, she came yet
again.  I envied her orgasms!

"Pull it out," she panted.  When I did, she told me to
get the pot of warm condoms and then to wait in the
garage.

"How are you going to do it?" I asked, curious.

"I'm going to use a pin to prick just the end, then
squirt the cum into me like it was coming out of a
toothpaste tube."

I looked around.  "What pin?" I asked.

"Don't be an smartass," she smiled.  "Get me a pin and
then wait in the garage."

I did just what she asked.  I was sweating in the hot
garage when she called me back in.  She looked
unbelievable.  She was still lying on the table, her
legs up.  Her pussy was stretched and open, and I
could see cum threatening to spew out.  It really did
look like yesterday's prudish wife was today's
gangbangee.

"My God!" was all I could think to say.

"I hope you don't mind," she smiled, "but I've been
letting your friends fuck me.  I think they left a
present for you inside me."

"Perra, you are too much!" I said.

She reached down and massaged the outside of her
pussy.  "Shut up and come fuck me.  Then you get to
eat the whole thing."  I thought I could detect a purr
of excitement from her.

I was already hard and I had no fear in hurting her
gaping pussy, so I just moved in and jammed myself
home.  It was like fucking yogurt.  She was wet and
sloppy, with hardly any friction.  Part of me thought
it was gross as hell, but the bigger part reveled in
the fantasy of having my wife shared with other men.

"Don't waste time," she counseled.  "Cum in me and
prepare to suck their cum out."  I resisted as best I
could, feeling my orgasm building.  It was quiet
except for the sounds of sex and our heavy breathing. 
"Jesus," she said suddenly, "I can hear how fucking
sloppy I am!"  I instantly became aware of the squishy
sloppy sounds slurping out of her pussy.  That sent me
over the edge, but I kept moving in and out while I
shot the entire contents of my testicles into her.

I didn't even have time to catch my breath before
Perra reasserted her dominance and demanded I lay down
on the floor.  Weary, I did as I was told.  She hopped
off the table and immediately sat on my face.  But
even though the motion was quick and direct,
tablespoons full of creampie clopped out and fell onto
my face and hair.  I stuck my tongue inside her gaping
maw, swirling my tongue around as if I was french
kissing it.

Too soon, she came and squeezed almost all of the vast
creampie out.  Then she collapsed onto the tile next
to me.

After the intensely sexual day we'd shared, it seemed
very strange to return to a normal life.  After the
faux gangbang and creampie deluge, we had to hurry and
pick up the kids from the friends we had stashed them.
 Perra and I took a quite shower, and she let me wash
her hair.  The we dressed and raced around the house
to make sure no trace of sex was visible.

We got the kids from the friend's, then picked up the
dog at the kennel.  Suddenly, life was back as it was.

POSTLOGUE

After that day, things really did get back to normal. 
In fact, to outward appearances, my sex life was
worse.

At my urging Perra subscribed to a FemDom newsletter
called DOMestic, which is like a self-help group for
Domme's and their slaves.  Of course, I was forbidden
to read it since she was learning about my special
needs and desires.  It's a wonderful resource for
those who are lovingly committed to each other in a
D/s relationship.

After reading DOMestic for less than a week, things
began to change at our house.  First and most
drastically, I was forbidden to masturbate.  Well, not
really, since I was told to get myself hard every day,
but to not cum.  That was a wicked blow, but I felt
loved even more because Perra would feel my sack once
in a while and remark at how nice and full I was
getting.

Then I was told to begin writing love letters to her
everyday.  Doing that it is hard to not fall more
deeply in love.

A big change in our boring sex life was that every
time we made love, somebody got fucked.  Most often,
it was Perra, who loved having me squirt inside her
then pretend it was someone else and "made" me eat it.
 Sometimes I'd fuck Perra with one of the dildos, and
sometimes she would fuck me with one of them.

She hasn't stopped mentioning her desire to watch me
blow Mike.  I was startled one time to hear her
telling Caren about how I liked eating creampies,
explaining exactly what that meant.  I was shooed out
of the room, so I don't know what else she told her. 
As I said earlier, we are planning on going up to
their house in Dallas soon and now I am slightly
nervous, fearful, and excited.

So, in summary, I am having less sex than ever before,
but I am having the time of my life.

***THE END***

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