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Subject: {ASSM} Many Days to Come ( F/m, Wife, Femdom, Cuckold, Bi )
Date: Wed,  2 Jul 2003 07:10:02 -0400
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Many Days to Come
by Dark Dreams <ddwriter@nightdreams.org>

I still can't believe it happened.  My wife and I have been married for 10
years.  Jessica is 29, a sexy brunette with a 36D-26-36 body on a 5'7"
frame that she has kept in shape as a competitive triathlete.

You'd think that being married to a woman like that would be a
prescription for a very hot sex life.  But it wasn't.  Jessica was raised
in a very protestant household, and has always treated sex in a very
puritanical style.  We don't make love very often, and when we do, we make
love in the missionary position only.  Often, she seems to be in a hurry
to get through both the foreplay and the act itself.  When we are through
making love, she usully rolls over and goes to sleep.  Although I have
always considered myself to be a good and attentive lover, our sex life
has never been that great.

All of that changed recently.

I came home from work at the usual time.  She was not downstairs when I
called to her.  I walked up the stairs to our computer and found her
sitting in front of the monitor with tears in her eyes.

"How could you?" She said, weeping.

I looked at the monitor knew in an instant what files she was talking
about.  Years of being in a passionless relationship had caused me to
develop a rather involved fantasy world around sex.  I had several graphic
stories and photos.  I don't know if it is because I felt emasculated by
the fact that I seemed unable to satisfy my wife, or because I am
naturally submissive, but for the last several years, I had began to take
a greater interest in female domination.  Many of the stories and pictures
I had collected over the years involved women taking control of their
marital relations and dominating and cuckolding their husbands.

"Jess, I don't know.  It's just fantasy." was my embarrassed and stuttered
response.

She pulled away as I tried to move closer to her.

"I can't talk to you right now.  I need time to think."

I was devastated.  Although my fantasy world was a major part of my life,
I had never hoped that my wife would ever see it.  It seemed like too
great a risk for her to know about it.  Would she reject me?  If not, how
much of my fantasy life would she want to explore?  How much of my fantasy
life would I want to explore?

I didn't have any answers when she rose from her chair and left the room.

To try and smooth things over, I decided to cook dinner. I put a few
bottles of wine in the fridge to chill and set about to preparing the
meal.

She was still reticent to speak with me as we sat down to eat the meal
that I had prepared so I had to settle for stilted small talk throughout
the salad and pasta courses.  Wine was flowing freely, however, and the
drinks must have loosened my tongue quite because I decided that I wanted
to have a frank discussion with her about our sex life.

I wanted her to open up more to me physically, and wondered why she felt
so constrained in our lovemaking.  She looked hurt when I mentioned this,
and got real quiet, closing up the way that she often does when I try to
get her to talk about sex.

I got very frustrated by her silence and growled  "Why can't you talk
about sex with me?  What are you afraid of?"

At this point, she was on the verge of tears, but I decided to press on.
"Jessica", I said, "Whatever it is, I think we should just get it out into
the open."

"Fine," she said, with a hint of steel in her eye and an edge in her
voice, tears drying. "If you want the truth, the truth is that you do not
satisfy me in bed.  You did to some degree when you were younger, but your
cock has always been too small.  I never wanted to tell you that because I
was afraid to hurt yourfeelings."

I was devastated.  But in all honesty, it was a truth that I had known for
years but had never wanted to admit.  I didn't utter a sound as she kept
on.

"But after reading all of your perverted little fantasies," she said,
taking full advantage of my stunned silence, "I realize that I want you to
know the truth because I want to fuck other men."

"But honey..."

"Don't you 'but honey' me.  I've spent most of the last 10 years without
cumming from your pathetic little tool, and now I read that you actually
get off on thefact that you can't satisfy me.  You don't deserve to fuck
me anymore."

"But.."

"No.  I don't want to talk about this. What I want you to do is to clean
up this mess from dinner and to think about whether you want to continue
this relationship knowing that things are going to be changing a great
deal in this household.  Now I'm going out for awhile, and we'll talk
about this when I get back.  I'll expect you to have made your decision by
then."

With that, she got up from the table and left the room.  My mind was a
mess as I started to clear the dishes from the table.  Part of me was
devastated, but I noticed that my cock was rock hard my stomach was filled
with butterflies. Elation?  Fear?

I had just finshing cleaning the cookware and dishes and was wiping down
the table when I saw my wife come downstairs and head out to the garage
without saying a word.  While I was busy cleaning the dining room and
kitchen she had showered and changed.  And boy had she changed.  Gone were
the jeans and sweatshirt that she had worn to dinner, replaced by a little
black dress and sandals.  Her hair was natural but I caught a hint of the
lilac which lingered faintly where she had walked.

After she left, I poured myself a glass of wine and went upstairs to our
bedroom.  I was pretty shaken up and needed to relax, so I changed into
shorts and a tee shirt, got onto my bed and smoked a joint to calm down.

I had no idea where my wife had gone, but I knew that she was going out to
seduce some man and probably to have sex with him.  As I turned that
thought around in my mind, I could picture her provocatively dancing with
some handsome, well-built stranger in her sexy black dress.  I could
picture her laughing and flirting suggestively as they had drinks.  I
could picture his hand on her ass as she led him outside, and his hand
massaging her legs and pussy as he drove her to his house.

I could picture how the dress draped below her perfect breasts and clung
suggestively to her perfect form, accentuating her pale skin as they
kissed in front of his house.  I could see the spark of desire in her blue
eyes as she unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off of his broad shoulders.
 I could see that spark turn into a smouldering lust as her tiny hands
caressed his cock as it swelled in anticipation as she unzipped his pants
and slipped them down to his ankles.  I could smell her passion as he
stepped out of his slacks and picked her up and carried her to his bed.

Whatever voice in my head that should have been putting a stop to all of
these thoughts paled against my mind's eye vision of my wife's face as she
approached orgasm while some nameless, faceless stud fucked her into
oblivion.  I could even see the wedding ring on her finger as she clung to
his shoulders, seemingly for dear life as she shuddered through waves of
pleasure that I had never been able to give her.

I fell asleep masturbating to images of my wife's pleasure.

When I woke up the next morning, I realized that I was alone in bed.
Jessica didn't come home last night!  Revulsion set in as I realized my
wife had probably gone out and fucked some strange man and that I had
jacked off thinking about it.

I got up and headed for the shower.  My mind was still in a fog, and I had
no concept of how to reconcile the incredibly frightening life altering
experience that I had gone through the previous day.

When I stepped out from the shower I was startled to see Jessica perched
sexily on the bathroom counter.  She had come in very quietly and was
still wearing the black dress and sandals from the previous night, but her
hair was mussed, and even through the steam in the bathroom, she reeked of
sex.

Her legs were parted slightly and her little black dress revealed her
inner thighs all the way to her still-soaked panties as she coolly
appraised me in my wet, naked state.  Her eyes started at my feet and
raised up along my body. She paused long enough for her lips to curl into
a dismissive smirk when she came to my member before travelling up my body
and fixing her gaze directly into my eyes.

"Have you made your decision, pet?"  The cat preparing to eat the canary.

"Jessica please don't do this." I whined.

"Quiet!" her voice hit me like a whip cracking.

She continued, in a cool, commanding voice "If you decide to stay with me,
I intend to make all of your fantasies come true.  I can see just by
looking at you that you stayed up half the night wanking your little
pecker imagining what I was doing last night.  Well, your fantasy has now
come true. All that remains to be seen is whether you are man enough to
live to see your desires fulfilled in perpetuity."

Her look softened as she slithered down from the counter and closed the
few steps between us.

"Jess.."

"Shhh..." she said, looking softly into my eyes.  "Don't talk," she said
softly as she gently pressed her hands down on my shoulders, willing me to
sink to my knees. "Isn't this what you want," she said as she moved behind
me, lilac mixing with her musk as she caressed my shoulder and back.  She
continued her circle around me and moved with sultry grace into our
bedroom.

I knelt there for a minute, my heart racing a thousand miles per hour,
desire battling ego and fear as I fought to make sense of what was
happening.

I got up and followed her.  She was laying on the end of the bed, propped
up on elbow, one knee up, casually stroking her pussy through her sheer
panties.  She paused long enough to fix me with a look that I
instinctively knew I must answer.

I knelt down and crawled between her legs and began kissing her perfect,
muscular legs and feet.  Starting at her toes, tongue trailing up the
soles of her feet, kissing her ankles, and calves, tongue kissing the
sides of her knees and inner thing as I gradually worked my way up towards
the object of my desire.  Even as I got close to her knees, I could see
the residue of semen on her inner thigh.  I could smell her fresh desire
over an older, muskier scent which gave off an acrid, unfamiliar tangy
taste as I licked the new moisture and older residue from her thighs and
panties.

The scent grew stronger when she pulled back her panties to reveal her
flowering cunt to me and was overwhelmingly heady  as I moved my face
closer to her pussy.  As I started to stick my tongue out for a tentative
lick, I could see that though she was engorged, she was also red and puffy
from sex.

I will never forget the look of satisfaction on her smile as I looked up
at her, as my lips and tongue touched her pussy in an act of submission
and commitment that would redefine our marriage today, and for many days
to come.

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