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As I made my way out the door, I admonished my husband,
“Okay Tom, I’m going to be gone for at least three hours today, try not to spend it all wanking off to porn. It’s a beautiful day, try to get out and get some fresh air, maybe take on those overgrown hedges along the back fence.”
“Yes, Janet.” he replied, making me feel like a nag.
I made it sound like I was half-joking about the porn, but we both knew it was the truth. I didn’t actually begrudge him the occasional online indulgence, provided it didn’t cut into his availability when I wanted some. Tom just had a higher libido, at least that’s what I told myself. That, and a more varied set of sexual interests. Admittedly, I was a bit vanilla in the bedroom.
My comment to him ended up being what lingered in my head during the alone-time that was my drive. I again pondered whether there was anything he was viewing that I might be willing to do with him. I’d asked him that before, and he dismissed the notion, implying that he’d already suggested most of the things he watched, and I had rejected them. I convinced myself there were a few areas where I might know myself better than he did, and resolved to revisit the idea with him.
I knew my best chance of securing his cooperation would be during foreplay, once the sexual momentum reached a sufficient pitch. He is easiest to maneuver via his joystick controller. I idly stroked him and began,
“You know, it’s been quite a while since we talked about how you supplement your sex life by watching porn. And I want to make a more concerted effort to expand my repertoire in the bedroom. See if maybe I can’t figure out some additional way to… maybe facilitate some of the enjoyment you get from your sessions. How does that sound?”
“Uh, not quite sure what it means, but… go on.”
“So, to do that, I want to see a sampling of the stuff you look at. Like, the whole panorama, as well as the highlights. Here’s what I propose. You use a dedicated browser for all your porn surfing and don’t clear the cache. That gives me the big picture of everything you look at.
“Ookaaaayy… “
“And in addition, you bookmark your top — however many — favorite videos of every session. I’ll review things weekly, make notes and observations for my own benefit, then clear your cache to avoid confusion. We’ll save the bookmarks indefinitely, although I may organize them in folders. So, how many do you think?”
“How many what?”
“Videos; what’s a realistic number? How many favorites would you normally have in a single session? Top 3, 5, 10?”
“Five. Five seems doable.”
His voice was tense. What seemed doable was him achieving orgasm in short order, if I didn’t slow down.
“Honey, here’s the hard part — you need to be honest. No selectively deleting the nastiest URLs in your history. And you have to actually save the best videos, including whichever one makes you cum. No being embarrassed about the content!”
I assumed some of it was pretty out there, and would be embarrassing stuff to have your wife know about. But as sneaky as he was, I knew if I could get him to agree, he’d be true to his word. And I knew how to get him to agree. I lightened my grip and stroked him faster.
“Mmm, that feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Uh huh.” The power of speech seemed to elude him as he approached the cliff he so desperately wanted to launch himself over.
Do you want me to make you come like this? Do you want to shoot for me?”
“Yes!”
“Then promise me. Promise you’ll let me see everything you jack off to. Every last nasty, kinky porn site that gets you off. I want to see them all. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes! Yes, I promise! Please, make me come!”
I cranked it up to 11 and pointed his dick at his chest, letting him fill the depression around his belly button with his spunk. He practically cried with relief. I amused myself by playing in his puddle with my fingers, taking little tastes, sharing a little with him. A relatively new wrinkle in our playtime, but one he seemed open to, so far.
I checked up on his surfing weekly, as planned. At first, I was surprised by the sheer variety, then even more so by the extreme nature of some of it. I couldn’t help but see my husband as something of a pervert after all that. I literally showered after the first time, Ankara escort but the images still dug in, refusing to leave. Sometimes, late at night, when I let them, they ran free in my brain.
I found that some of them were less repellant than others. A select few even became an effective masturbatory aid for me. Those scenes often depicted things we already did together. It made me wonder why they would appeal to him. I quickly dismissed the thought that it might be for the same reason they appealed to me.
For me — who never watched porn much, the production quality and lack of pretense just had a fresh appeal. Far more realistic than the boom-chicka-boom VHS films I had seen in my younger days. But he would be accustomed to modern-day productions. It had to be something else that made these seemingly ordinary performances rank among his favorites.
As the weeks went by and the amount of data increased, I went back through his bookmarked videos, and started a folder to collect the ones that featured vanilla sex. I’d play snippets of them, specifically looking for common elements. Beyond the obvious — that they depicted similar activities – what they all prominently featured was dirty talk. One or more of the characters was invariably very vocal, and their dialogue was not the uninspired “Yes, do it; give it to me”, etc. It was creative dirty talk. Visceral words, conveying lewd imagery, meant to fuck with the mind. It didn’t get me off, but I certainly understood the power of it.
I realized I had found what I was looking for. I didn’t want to do any of the things we didn’t already do, but I could talk about them. Hell, I could talk about them real good! Tom didn’t know, but I had previously dabbled in writing erotica in college, thinking it might be a way to bring in some extra cash. It never did, but it gave me enough experience to learn my strengths and weaknesses; and dirty talk was definitely a skill I had honed to a cutting edge.
For days, I mulled over how I would introduce the topic. Should I just start talking dirty in the middle of our next playtime, or did I need to prepare him for this? The only thing that came to mind was that I wanted to adopt the style he preferred, as well as the genre.
I asked him and he claimed he couldn’t choose, so I just experimented with a few the next chance I got. Everything I said was spoken softly, into his ear, while I stroked his cock.
I started off talking about pussy eating, since I knew it was one of his favorite things we did. I wanted to prime the pump, but also do a little calibration — figure out how short his fuse was tonight. It’s never very long, but sometimes it can be very short.
Once I had his full attention, I conjured the notion of watching him in various scenarios. Observing his reactions, I quickly found he had a preference for being in a passive role. So, I launched into this little story…
“Honey, I know you don’t realize this, but one day soon, you’re going to come home to the sound of me being fucked in our bedroom. And you’re going to have a choice to make. Are you going to turn around and leave, march upstairs to put an end to it, or just stay frozen in place, listening?
I’m pretty sure a loser like you would just listen. Just like you’re listening now. I bet you’d start rubbing yourself through your pants. Would that turn you on, baby? Knowing I’m getting fucked, hearing it happening, and feeling powerless to stop it?
Or would you rather sneak upstairs where you can hear better, and maybe crack the door open just enough to peek in and see me taking another man’s cock? Would you be bold enough to crawl in the door, keeping low, hoping to remain unseen as you desperately stroke your little thing? Would that make those little stones of yours crawl up inside your body?
Or maybe you want to get caught. What happens then? Does my lover beat your ass in front of me, just to see if it turns me on? Do you think it would?
Or how about if he makes you suck his cock? I mean, what if he’s just so much bigger, so much stronger than you; that he just manhandles you to the floor and shoves his slimy cock into your mouth? What if he rams it down your throat and face-fucks you in front of me?
Would that be the ultimate for you, or would the finale have to feature his cum? Escort Ankara How would you want him to deliver it, huh? A facial? A direct injection down your throat? Or do you wanna taste it? Roll it around in your mouth, appreciate the texture, the lumps, the sliminess? But maybe you want to see his cum entering your mouth too. Maybe you want him to make you play with it with your fingers. Reach into your mouth and show him how long a strand you can pull out and plop back in.”
He came so abruptly, it was like that final mental image had flipped an electrical switch to his balls, and they spasmed three times before any sound escaped him.
“Aaaaaarrrrg! Uuunh. Uunh. Uh.”
Whaddaya know, we have a winner!” I proclaimed.
“Oh my God! Oh, baby! Holy shit!
“I think I might be able to put together an entire monologue around the idea of cum eating. Does that sound like something you might like to hear?”
“Yes! Yes! Please!”
He threw himself on me and kissed me so passionately, I would have sworn he was about to fuck me senseless, if not for the fact that he had exploded not more than a minute ago.
He had reacted so strongly to the idea of watching me being fucked, that I settled on the cuckold theme quickly. From there, it was simply a matter of envisioning the smorgasbord of ways there were to consume cum. Naturally, I wanted to throw in some belittling, since he seemed to lean submissive. He also seemed to enjoy a bit of small penis humiliation, which surprised me. I always thought his dick was quite average, his size was never an issue for me.
I brushed up on some of the major keywords I wanted to be sure to incorporate, then dropped it on him during dinner the next night.
“As soon as we’re done here, I’m taking you upstairs and giving you a talking to.”
I put on a stern voice, hoping I could get him moving toward whatever sub space might be available to him. His reaction, after a broad smile, was the unmistakable look of gears turning. I wanted to grease those gears, so I switched to my best ‘little girl’ voice.
“I’m going to masturbate you, honey. I’m going to jerk off your little dick tonight. Would you like that?”
He nodded vigorously, eyes wide, but seemingly unsure of his place in this unfamiliar new episode.
We finished dinner quickly after that, and within minutes, were seated on the edge of our bed, him naked, me fully clothed. I held his little penis in my hand and told him,
“While I’m tugging on this poor excuse for a dick, I want you to focus on more than just the orgasm you so badly want. I want you to think of what happens afterward. Where will your sperm end up? Look at you, just sitting there, staring blankly at me. You fucking, pathetic excuse for a man! You have no idea what is going to happen to you! And even if you did, you’d be powerless to stop it. So, I’m just gonna go all James Bond villain on your ass, and reveal my entire diabolical plan.
You know how it starts? You know what you’re gonna do for me tonight? You’re gonna eat your own cum. You’re gonna do it for me. I’ll even let you tell yourself I’m making you do it. But that’s not all. No, that’s just the start! You’re gonna do it for me every time you come, from now on. Because I own this dick, and I own every drop of cum that weeps out of it. And I’ve decided your belly is the only suitable place for it.
And when you get used to eating your own cum, every time? Then I’m gonna start feeding you the cum of other men. First, I’ll date them, let them fuck me at their place. I’ll bring their cream pies home in my panties, and let you feed off those for a while. Let you lick their spunk out of the gussett of my dirty panties. Once you acquire a taste for it, and start to crave it – and believe me, you will — I’ll let my dates drive me home, so I can suck them off right in our driveway. Then I’ll bring it to you in my mouth. I’ll hover over you and feed it to you, like a mother bird feeds her babies!
Then I’ll start inviting them in, so you can watch. I’ll let you watch them spray all over me, then I’ll let you lick it off my tits. You’ll lick it off my face, too. You’ll lick it off my asshole. Then I’ll let you eat it off my pussy, then out of my pussy. And then, you pathetic cuck, I’ll allow you to eat it out of my freshly fucked asshole!
And Escort Bayan finally, I’ll let you take it straight from the source, from the cock itself! I’ll feed you the cocks of other men… real men. Men with cocks much bigger than yours. Men whose cocks hang down from sheer weight and swing obscenely as they walk. Men whose big balls produce more sperm than yours ever could.
I’ll jack those men off into your mouth, and you’ll willingly take their cum, every fucking drop of it! Then they’ll jack themselves off into your mouth, and again, you’ll wait with your cum-hole open, tongue sticking out, desperate to catch it all. Then you’ll jack them off into your mouth, grateful for the honor of being allowed to touch their superior cocks.”
I had to slow down; he was on a knife’s edge. It took him the rest of the way more slowly, as I told him how I would continue to conquer his world.
“Only after you’ve managed to milk their cocks directly into your waiting mouth; only then will you be allowed the privilege of taking their cocks into your mouth. Of sucking them to completion, the way every cocksucker dreams! Eating their cum, slurping it down like it sustains life itself! You’ll be so addicted to their cum by then, you’ll receive it with a reverence that you cannot yet fathom! You’ll welcome their nut milk into your mouth, and savor every slime trail they leave in your throat. And when you feel your belly full of their cum, that’s when you’ll know you’re a cumslut! You’ll be my cumslut! Any questions?”
“Oh God, baby; how did you learn to talk so dirty! That was amazing! Where did that come from?”
“From those stories you read, silly! The stuff on Literotica. It’s all there. I just strung together the juiciest ones.”
“Well, it worked! I think I would’ve cum even if you hadn’t been jacking me off! The way you said those things! It just felt so…so real!. I honestly believed you wanted to see me do all those things!”
“You mean, like the one you’re going to do right now?”
I looked down at my cupped hand. He followed my gaze and saw the pile of cum in the palm.
“Really? You want me to actually do that? Eat my own cum out of your hand?”
“Why not? If it turns you on that much to hear about doing it, just imagine what it would be like to actually do it? Go on, baby, do it for me. Do it because you know I’ll get off on seeing you do it.”
“You would? Oh, fuck! I thought that was all just talk! You really do want to see it! My God, what’s happened to you?”
“What do you mean, nothing has happened to me! You’re the one who’s different. You’re the one who going to eat cum because I tell you to. I’m just giving you what I know you want. Even if you can’t admit it to yourself… yet. Now lick it up and eat it!”
He looked deep into my eyes and saw his future. It seemed to scare him at first, but I held his gaze confidenlty while I stroked his head. It all happened for him right there, the moment he bent his head down into my lap and tentatively dipped his tongue into the cooling pool of slime I held for him. I watched him bring the first taste into his mouth, and I continued to stroke his hair reassuringly.
“Thaaat’s right, baby. Eat up your nasty cummies! Take a bigger taste. You’ve got to get used to it, remember? Only after you get used to it, can you move on to those other things. Those much more exciting things!”
“Y-you mean, you really want all those things to happen… I mean, for real?”
“I do if you do, baby. So, do ya?”
“That depends.” His voice softened, he seemed to get smaller.
“Oh yeah? On what?”
“Will you really watch me do it, and talk me through every single thing?”
“It will be my pleasure, darling.”
I fed him the remainder of his ejaculate and watched him try to decide what he thought about the taste. I knew it didn’t matter. He wasn’t eating it because he thought it might taste good. He was eating it because I told him to. And because he loved how it felt to be told to do something degrading. Something that required him to submit.
He also did it because he knew it excited me to see it. Not because of any visual appeal, it was the witnessing of his humiliation. His willingness to do it for me, to make me happy. And the acts I would perform in the future? Well, they were no different than the conventional acts I had always performed with him. The fact that they would now be with other men? That seemed a small price to pay for my husband’s happiness. And the fact that those men would have larger cocks than my husband? Well, sometimes in a marriage, a wife just has to make sacrifices.