Brenda and Bobby

My name is Robert Franklin. My friends call me Bobby. I work for Roger Carr. You know him. He's that guy on television, The Roger Carr Auto Group. He owns eight auto dealerships in the city. He's the guy whose motto is "Buy a car from Carr". Alright, he may not be the next bard, but he sure does know how to sell cars.

It was October 24th, Roger's birthday. Every year he throws a gala party for all of his employees and their wives. If you work for Roger, this is the social event of the year. Its always held in the ballroom of a downtown luxury hotel. They hire a big dance band and put on a night of dining, dancing and celebrating. The ***** flows freely and everyone has a good time.

The party was in full swing. The cocktail hour had loosened everybody up. We had all consumed a wonderful prime rib dinner. The happy birthday speeches for Roger were over and the band had just started playing.

The dance floor filled quickly. At the same time others gathered around tables for takeing and talk.

My wife Brenda and I joined a group of close friends at one of these tables. People started ferrying takes and bottles of wine from the bar and everyone was soon feeling very loose and social.

I was engrossed in a conversation about the local NFL team. Brenda was talking to some of the other wives.

I stopped for a moment and just gazed at my wife. Brenda and I were both 36 years old. We were each on our second marriage. We were a month away from celebrating our third anniversary.

Brenda is gorgeous. Her auburn hair and brown eyes highlight the perfect features of her beautiful face. She belongs to a health club and her figure is proof that she uses it regularly. She is a very sexy woman with a large bust, narrow waist and full round ass that catches a second glance from any healthy man that she encounters.

I still can not fully understand why she married me. At 5'8" I am barely 2 inches taller than she is. People describe me as a man of slender build with slightly feminine features. I am hardly that well muscled linebacker type that Brenda could so easily attract if she chose to.

Brenda tells me that she loves my mind and intellect. We are both well educated. We enjoy quality restaurants, gourmet cooking and fine wine. We have seamister tickets to the opera and love art gallaries, old movies and good books. We truly enjoy each others company and can easily spend an entire evening talking and takeing wine.

I am ashamed to admit that it is certainly not my sexual prowess that attracted her. My 4 inch penis is considered small on anyones scale. To make matters worse, I have a tendency to climax quickly. Brenda cheers me up by telling me that I am very s*******ed with my tongue and indeed I spend many hours orally satisfying my gorgeous wife. Shortly after we were married we also purchased a large rubber cock which I have become very good at using on her. One of her favorites is to have me lick her clit while I work that large rubber penis in and out of her sopping wet cunt.

As I gazed at my gorgeous wife I started feeling guilty. I know that she loves to dance. I am a good dancer and I also enjoy dancing, but tonight I was tired and my preference was to sit at the table, take wine and chat.

Somewhat reluctantly I decided that I needed to be a good husband so I leaned over and rubbed Brenda's arm. "Sweetheart, Would you like to dance."

Brenda turned to me and smiled. "I would love to Bobby, but your tired. Thankyou, but I know that you would rather sit here and talk and take. I'm okay. I'm having a good time."

"Hey, how about me then."

It was Bill Steadman. He was seated across the table from us. He was the new car sales manager at one of our dealerships. Bill was a very handsome man. You might say that he was the well muscled linebacker type.

"I love to dance and my wife stayed at home tonight. I could really use a dance partner. How about it Brenda. will you dance with me."

Brenda looked at me. "Baby, Do you mind if I dance with Bill. I would love to dance and this way you can sit here and relax with your friends."

"No sweetheart, I wouldn't mind at all."

She turned back to Bill, "I would love to dance with you Bill."

Bill stood up, walked around the table and pulled Brenda's chair out for her. As she stood up He took her hand and gallantly asked, "May I have this dance madam?"

Brenda laughed and said, "Yes please kind sir."

With that he led her off to the dance floor. I watched them leave then returned to the connversation at the table.

The time passed quickly. From time to time Bill and Brenda would return to the table, check in, have a quick glass of wine and return to the dance floor. Everyone was having a good time.

Finally, I was starting to get tired. I looked at my watch. It was after midnight. The crowd on the dance floor was thinning. Some people were getting their coats and leaving.

It had been a while since I had seen Brenda and Bill. I started to scan the dance floor. Finally I spotted them. They were in a dark corner on the far side of the floor. The band was playing a slow romantic ballad and they were dancing very close.

I started to watch them carefully. They were dancing like two high school kids at the prom. Brenda's arms were around Bills neck, her cheek was pressed against his chest. Bills right hand was massaging Brenda's ass. His left hand seemed to be between them. It appeared to be very likely that he was cupping her right breast.

My first wife divorced me eleven years ago. She came home one night and announced that she had been relaxing with another man. At the time of the divorce I was deeply hurt by this announcement.

Later on my attitude started to change. I still do not know why, but I started to fantasize about my ex wife and her lover. I started to have fantasies about her having sex with him while we were married. I found internet chat rooms and web sites that talked about cuckolding and hot wives. These fanatasies were secret. I did not share them with anyone, especially Brenda. I was afraid to. I also did not fully understand them, but I did know that the were very exciting for me.

As I watched my new wife being fondled by another man I realized that I should probably be angry, but I wasn't. I was fascinated and even more I was becoming very aroused.

I withdrew from the conversation at the table so that I could continue to watch them without being disturbed. They turned several times while they were dancing. There was no doubt anymore. Bill was fondling Brenda's ass and he also had his hand inside her blouse. Oddly, I wasn't jealous. I was excited. Deep inside of myself I knew that my cuckold fantasy was in a very small way becoming a reality.

The band finished its final number. As the dance ended I watched Bill take my wife into his arms and kiss her full on the lips. This was not a thankyou peck on the cheek. This was a full blown passion kiss.

Finally Brenda broke off the kiss. She took a moment to straighten herself before letting Bill take her hand and lead her back to the table.

As they approached the table, I noticed that Brenda's lipstick was smeared and that she had missed a button hole when she rebuttoned her blouse.

Several of the other wives looked up at Brenda and then glanced over at me. Apparently I was not the only one at the table who noticed what had been going on.

Somehow the idea that others knew that my wife was not being completely faithful added to the excitement. Brenda had humiliated me. It was very slight, very subtle and actually unintentional since holy water probably had alot to do with her indiscretion, but she had humiliated me in front of others and I was finding it very exciting. For me apparently, part of the excitement of being cuckolded was being humiliated. I guess its maybe a form of masochism.

When Brenda and Bill got to the table, she turned to Bill and said, "Thankyou, you are a wonderful dance partner. I had a really good time." Then she turned to me. "Baby its late, lets get our coats. Its time to go."

As we turned to leave, I heard Bill Steadman say, "Hey Bobby, thankyou for letting me borrow your wife tonight. I had a really good time. you have a very hot wife."

There was something about the tone of his voice that seemed to have a condescending or sneering quality about it and the choice of the phrase "very hot wife" carried a strong connotation. Somehow this made me even more excited.

These are pictures of pornstar Stephanie Wylde. To me she epitomizes the sultry qualities of a hot wife

Part II

Brenda snuggled up against me as we drove out of the parking lot and got onto the freeway.

"Baby thankyou for letting me dance with Bill Steadman."

Brenda's speech was slurred. She had obviously had alot of wine.

"He is such a hunk. He is so sexy." Then she started to giggle, "And he has a really big cock. God it is so big. It makes that tiny little thing of yours feel like a little boys cock."

Suddenly she stopped herself. "Oh my god sweetheart. I am sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I don't know what got into me. Please forgive me."

She started to rub the inside of my thigh. "I love your cock. Its just the right size for me."

Her had moved to my crotch and she froze. I had an erection. I had a very stiff erection. For several moments Brenda was obviously contemplating this odd reaction of mine as she squeezed and examined my erect penis.

Finally she said, "I don't understand baby. I start to babble about feeling another mans cock and then blurt out to you how much bigger it is than yours. I was being takes and stupid. I thought you would be mad or hurt. But baby you have the hardest erection that you have ever had since I have known you." Brenda paused and thought again. when she continued, she formed her words carefully. "Baby do you get excited when you think about me being with another man?"

Well here it was on the table. I was scared to answer truthfully, but I knew that I wanted to. The wine I had consumed certainly fortified my courage. I decided that being honest was the right thing to do. I tried to gather my strength. Finally, I just kind of had to blurt it out. "Yes sweetheart, it does." I paused for a moment to catch my breath and then continued. 'I don't know why, but seeing you with another man is a really erotic fantasy for me. I don't understand it, but I know that that is how I feel."

Brenda stared at me for a moment. She didn't move, she didn't say a word. Finally, she leaned against me. Her hand went back to my crotch and she started to rub my cock again. As she did this she kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "When we get home I want you to eat my pussy."

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Part III

As we walked into the kitchen, Brenda grabbed me and powerd me to my knees. There has always been a subtle dominant/submissive flavor to our sex life, but never so overt as this.

She lifted her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and panties. She pulled my face to her naked crotch.
"Eat me."

I buried my face between her legs. She was sopping wet. I don't know how long I licked her like that. I would have loved to continue all night. Finally she stopped me by grabbing my hair and pulling me up. She yanked my arm, and pulled me into the bedroom.

"Undress me." This was not a request but rather and order. I did as I was told and carefully undressed her and hung her clothes in the closet for her.

Brenda lay down on the bed. "Strip."

Again I did as I was told.

She rolled over onto her stomach.

"Lick my asshole."

This has been part of our lovemaking from the very beginning. Brenda loves this. It was also another example of the dominant/submissive part of our relationship. Brenda has never licked my ass. The subject has never even been brought up.

I do not believe that I have ever wanted to lick Brenda's asshole more than I did that night. On internet porn sites, I see references to people who just like to eat each others asses, kind of like 69ing each other. I don't understand this. To me licking another permisters ass is one of the ultimate means of expressing presentation to that permister.

I always have believed that Brenda felt exactly the same way about this. Tonight she reinpowerd that belief.

Just as I was preparing to spread the cheeks of her ass, she rolled over and grabbed me very aggressively by the throat. As she held my face directly in front of hers she said, "Tonight I let Bill steadman unbutton my blouse and feel my breast. He slipped his hand inside the cup of my brassiere and played with my nipple. I enjoyed it. I also stroked his erect cock through his pants. It was fun to feel a cock so much bigger than that little boy peepee that you have."

She paused and looked me in the eyes for a second. Then she continued. "You have two choices right now. You can be a man and throw me out of this bed or you can be a wimp and roll me over and lick my butt."

She paused again. After a moment she asked, "Well whats it going to be, man or wimp."

She sat up on the bed staring into my eyes. After a moment she laid back. Gently I rolled her over onto her stomach, spread the cheeks of her ass and reverently began placing gentle kisses on her asshole.

As my tongue began to penetrate her dark tunnel, I heard my wife say, "Oh Bobby I love you so very much."

My tongue probed and kissed my wifes sumptuous rear for several minutes. Brenda was giving me plenty of time to express my presentation to her.

Finally she rolled over. "Go and get the cock from my dresser."

Shortly after we were married, Brenda realized that she could never be totally satisfied with just my meager equipment. We needed something more. The cock was the answer. We found it in an adult novelty store. It is really quite amazing. It looks and feels just like a real cock. Brenda selected one that is nine inches long and quite thick. It quickly became a regular part of our sex life.

I handed the cock to Brenda. She took it from me and brought it to her lips and gave it a gentle kiss on the head. As she kissed it, she looked at me and gave me a taunting smile. "Bill's cock was at least this big. In fact I will bet that Bill's cock looks very much like this one."

Brenda parted her lips and rubbed the head of the cock against her tongue. "If he were here right now I would take his cock into my mouth just like this." Brenda closed her lips around the cock and started to suck it. For several seconds she fellated it. She seemed to be almost in a trance while she did it. Obviously her imagination was creating a wonderful fantasy at this moment.

Finally, she stopped and handed me the cock. "This is Bill Steadman's cock. I want you to put it into me."

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs. I was incredibly excited. Her fantasy had swept me up as well. I had just watched my wife give another man a blow job and now I was being required to guide his cock into her wet pussy. This was every cuckolds dream.

I placed the head of Bill's cock against the lips of Brenda's vagina. It was much bigger than my cock. I went slowly. I did not want to hurt her. I pushed for a moment and Brenda gasped as the head slid into her.

Now I started a slow even rhythm, pushing in and pulling out. With each push, Bill's cock penetrated my wife further. Brenda began moving her hips to meet Bill's thrusts. She was enjoying her fucking. Soon she was taking his entire cock right down to the base.

I quickened the pace of the thrusts. Brenda began to moan as she drove her hips to meet this wonderful invading cock.

"Lick my clit while my lover fucks me."

I changed position so that I could continue pumping the rubber cock in and out of my wife while my tongue found her engorged clit.

I was not being gentle now. My tongue whipped Brenda's clit. The sensitivity she feels there in the early stages of sex was long gone. At the same time I pounded the cock in and out of her cunt.

Brenda started to cry out. Her crys were just little yelps at first, but soon they grew to shrill screams. Suddenly she grew ridgid. There was a moment much like the calm before a storm. Brenda began screaming again as the waves of orgasm rolled through her body.

I stopped licking her clit and held the cock stationary as my wife enjoyed the full pleasure of her climax.

Finally, her muscles relaxed and her body grew limp. I pulled the rubber cock out of her cunt and set it on the night table.

I laid down on the bed next to her. Brenda put her head on my shoulder and cuddled up to me. After several minutes I realized that my wife had fallen arelax. At first I was kind of shocked. She has always been a very considerate lover and has always been very concerned about my satisfaction. This was the very first time that Brenda had gone to relax without helping me get off first.

As I laid in bed contemplating this, I realized that even though it was a fantasy, this was our first cuckold like experience. It suddenly seemed appropriate that I should be going to relax unsatisfied. I was now truly submissive to her. Her satisfaction was all that mattered. Mine was secondary.

That night I went to relax unsatisfied for the first time in our marriage. As it turns out, it was soon to become a very common occurrence.

It keeps getting better and better.

Part 4


We slept in Sunday morning. We were both pretty tired. The events of the previous evening had worn both of us out.

I was the first to get up. After getting dressed, I went downstairs and started preparing a simple breakfast of toasted croissants, fresh fruit and tea.

As I was slicing the fruit, I heard Brenda coming down the stairs. She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. We ate, drank tea and read our Sunday Newspapers. It was a very pleasant morning, but nothing was said about the events of the previous night. It was almost like we were avoiding the subject.

After breakfast we went for a walk,came home and turned on the NFL football games. Brenda and I are both big football fans. We cheered for our local team and watched the second game while we did some domestic chores.

finally at 5:00 pm Brenda suggested that we sit down in the living room and have a glass of wine. I opened a bottle of California Zinfindal poured two glasses and sat on the couch next to her.

There was a moment of awkward silence. We both knew that we had to talk about last night and we both knew that this was the time.

Brenda was the first to speak. "I was pretty takes last night, but not so takes that I don't remember everything that happened." She paused. "My first fear is that I might have hurt our marriage." She
took my hand. "Bobby I love you so much. I never want to do anything that will hurt you or hurt our relationship."

I squeezed Brenda's hand. "You didn't. In fact I found all of last night to be very exciting."

Brenda looked at me with a very serious expression. "You weren't just playing a sex game last night, The idea of my being with another man really does excite you?"

I swallowed hard. I could have backed away at this point, but I did not want to. I decided to forge ahead. "Yes, very much. I can't explain why. I know it doesn't make any sense, but it excites me more than anything else in the world and I am hoping that it also excites you."

Brenda stared at the floor and thought for a few minutes. finally she looked up at me. "It does. I was obviously very excited last night and I was excited all day today and I am even more excited right now."

She continued."I don't know what to make of all this. I have been thinking about it all day. I am afraid that it might hurt our marriage. I love you so much Bobby. I don't want anything to damage what we have.

I took her hand. "We trust each other, we love each other and most of all we enjoy each other. Thats a pretty strong foundation to work from."

Brenda squeezed my hand. "I know, but I lost my first husband because I cheated on him."

"I know that and I lost my first wife because she cheated on me. But there is a difference here. My first wife didn't really like me and I didn't really like her. That was the real reamister we got divorced and from what you have told me, you and your first husband had similar feelings."

Brenda laughed.

I continued. "Also your going to be doing this with my permission. you won't really be cheating."

"How about you? Do you want me to do this because you want to relax with other women? Are you asking me for an open marriage? I don't think I can handle having you relax with another woman." She laughed. "I guess that makes me kind of a hypocrite. I want to relax around but only if you promise not to."

I laughed to."No baby I am not asking for permission to relax with other women. You are woman enough for me. I promise to remain ever faithful."

"You mean you are willing to let me relax with other men, but you will commit to remaining faithful to me."

"yes, that is exactly what I mean."

Brenda shook her head. "I am really confused."

She thought for a moment then looked up. "You look at pornographic web sites on the internet. I know you do, I have walked into the room too many times as you were quickly shutting your computer off." She laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not mad, In fact you should feel free to look at all the porn you want to if we decide to do this. Thats the least I can give you for what you are giving me."

She paused to regain the track of her thoughts. "What I want is some web sites that you visit that deal with this. Do you know some? I need to learn more about your fantasies. I want us to understand each other very well if we decide to pursue this."

She looked at me. "Do you have some web sites for me to look at?"

I nodded and said, "Yes."

"Good, Open up my lap top and make them favorites for me. Then why don't you make us some dinner while I look at the sites. We can talk more after dinner."

I got Brenda's Lap top and opened up the CuckoldPlace.com web site and made it a favorite. Next I opened up cuckoldlist.com and also made it a favorite. I knew that it would not provide as much information and background as Cuckoldplace, but it would provide her with lots of links to peruse.

I brought my wife her laptop and said, "Try Cuckoldplace first. Its the best site. If you exhaust that, go on to the other site.

I'll go start dinner.

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Part 5

In the kitchen I made some fettucini alfredo, a small salad and some garlic bread. It took me about a half hour. I set the dining room table and poured us each another glass of the zinfandel (we both have a strong preference for red wine.).

I walked into the den and found Brenda glued to her computer screen. I kissed her on the cheek to get her attention and said, "Come on babe, lets eat."

We were both hungry and for the first few minutes of dinner there was little conversation as we concentrated on satisfying our appetites.

Finally, Brenda broke the ice. "There are alot of different fantasies relating to this cuckold stuff. Is that the word you use, cuckold? Is that what you want me to make you, a cuckold?"

I laughed. "Well yes, but technically your too late. I think that my first wife beat you to it."

"But thats the term you use?"

"Yes, I believe so."

"And I gather that I would be a hot wife." She smiled. "I rather like that. Its a good title, Brenda, hot wife."

Then she paused for a moment. "There seem to be alot of variations to this cuckold fantasy. Its still all rather confusing."

There was a moment of silence again. Finally Brenda looked at me and asked. "Okay. so tell me about your fantasy. How do you fit into all this cuckold stuff? I think that that might help me the most."

I knew this question was coming and I had been thinking about the answer all day.

I started slowly, choosing my words carefully. "Well, even though we have never discussed it, I think that we both know That you are the dominant sexual partner in our relationship and I am the submissive one."

"Why do you say that"

"Well lets look at last night. I licked your asshole. I did it because you ordered me to do it. In fact, last night You demanded that I do it."

Brenda laughed. "I was takes. I guess I was pretty uninhibited."

"Well I am glad that you did't have any inhibitions. I really had fun last night. But anyway, listen, the point is that in all of the time we have been making love, you have never licked my ass."

"Do you want me to?"

"No, thats exactly the point. I do not I want you to. In fact it is very important to me that you never lick my ass. For me, licking your ass is a symbol of my presentation to you. I want you to do things to express dominance over me, not presentation."

Brenda nodded and said, "I understand." Then she smiled "I like the direction this is going so far, keep talking."

That was all the encouragement I needed. "I love submitting to you. I love the idea of formally establishing you as the dominant partner in our relationship. I can't explain why, I just really get excited about the idea."

"If it makes you feel better, your getting me really excited right now."

"Thats how cuckolding first fits in. As the dominant partner, it is your right to find pleasure as you choose. My needs and wants are always secondary to yours in our relationship."

"Oh baby, I am loving this."

I ignored her comment and kept going. "That is why you can be free to relax around, but I can't. As the dominant partner, your pleasure is all that matters.

"And your willing to give this power and these privileges to me?"

"I think that surrender is a better verb choice. I am willing to surrender this power and these privileges to you."

"Are you telling me that you want to be my slave?"

"I am not sure that I would pick that term. I think that there might be better ways to describe my role in our marriage.

"Go on, explain."

"Being a slave has lots of connotations. I would prefer to just be your submissive husband. I mean you can treat me like a slave if you want to, I'm giving you that right. But there are certain things about the slave/mistress relationship that I am less excited about. Take today for example. I really enjoyed reading the Sunday paper and having breakfast with you this morning. I loved going for a walk with you holding your hand. I loved watching the football game with you this afternoon. Most of the time, I just want to be your husband."

I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts. This was an important point to me. "What I mean is that I want to sit and share a bottle of wine with you in the evening. I don't want to kneel at your feet while you take wine. I love our marriage and I love our relationship and friendship. I just want to add a new dimension to it."

I paused. Brenda was listening carefully so I continued. "As your submissive husband I would still be willing to do most of the menial chores around the house. I would love to wait on you and serve you."

"Stop for a minute. I think I understand this. I am relieved that you feel this way. I don't want a slave and I am still willing to do some chores and you don't have to wait on me hand and foot." She smiled. "There are going to be many times when I take advantage of that offer, but I think that they will be evenings that I designate for play."

She thought for a moment. "I think that much of this will just work itself out."

Brenda then took my hand and looked directly into my eyes. "I love the idea of your being my submissive husband and I promise to be vey creative about finding ways to express my dominance over you." She smiled a very wicked smile. "I think that I am going to really enjoy this."

"I kind of hoped you might."

Brenda stood up. "Okay submissive husband. Its time for your to clear the table and wash the dishes, but before you do that pour me another glass of wine and bring it to me on a tray. When you are done with the dishes, open another bottle of wine and join me in the den. I am going back to the internet."

I watched as my sexy wife walked to the hallway. In the dining room door she stopped and looked back at me. "We have some more talking to do, but tonight is not going to be all work. If you haven't figured it out, I have designated this as an evening for play. Tonight when we are done talking, we are going to explore some of the boundaries of our new relationship."

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Part 6

Before clearing the table, I poured another glass of wine for my wife. I put it on a tray just as she requested and brought it into the den.

Brenda's attention was already riveted on her computer. As I set her glass of wine on the table next to her, I was able to sneak a quick peek at what she was looking at.

I was excited to see that she was reading the story "Good things come In Small Packages". This was one of my favorite cuckold stories at CuckoldPlace.

As I walked back to the kitchen I shuddered as I realized that she might be getting some ideas from that story that might make my life alot more difficult in the future.

I quickly cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. I opened another bottle of wine, put it on a tray with two glasses and joined Brenda in the den.

As I was pouring us each another glass of wine, Brenda looked up at me and asked. "So with all this dominant stuff, do you want me to start wearing leather and whip you?"

I nearly spilled the wine as I burst out laughing. I quickly stopped as I realized her question was serious."Well not really, at least not unless you want to. I mean thats sort of fundamental to this. You get to do whatever you want to me. I am yours. I belong to you. But, your wearing leather and whipping me would not be a big turn on for me."

Now it was my wifes turn to laugh. "Thats a huge relief. I don't really think I look good in leather and chains."

"Good, because, I'm not really into that kind of pain."

"Okay, now I'm confused again. What does that mean? That kind of pain? Are there other kinds of pain?"

Now I was being very serious again. "Yes, very much so. I do believe that I am a masochist, or at least sort of a masochist."

"Tell me more."

"Well, I am not particularly aroused by physical pain, but I am very aroused by mental pain."

"Give me an example."

"Okay, You let Bill Steadman fondle your breast last night. I saw him doing it."

"I thought we were being more discreet. I guess I was really takes."

"Its okay, I loved it. Watching my wife being fondled by another man at a work party was incredibly humiliating. It got me really hot, as you noticed in the car on the way home. Later on when you and Bill walked back to the table hand in hand, your lipstick was smeared and your blouse was misbuttoned. Several of the wives at the table noticed it and realized what was going on. They looked at you and looked at me several times. It was very humiliating."

"So you want me to humiliate you."

"Yes, very much. Like I say, I do not understand any of this, but it is what it is."

"What are other ways that I can humiliate you?"

"I loved it when you talked about how much smaller my cock is than Bills. Listen sweetheart, we both know that I am a pathetic lover. Its time to acknowlege that fact. I give you full permission to torment me about that."

Then I paused for a moment. "Of course you understand that the ultimate offense is your openly relaxing with other men."

"Exactly What do you mean by openly"

"I mean that there is absolutely no reamister that you should feel the need to keep this aspect of our marriage a secret."

Part 7

I think that Brenda was actually stunned by that statement.

"Did I just hear you correctly? You are willing to let me relax with other men and you don't care who knows about it?

"I guess so." Now it was my turn to be confused. "Maybe I want to think about that, but....Well no, I mean yes." I hesitated for a minute, trying to regain my thoughts. "I do care who knows about it, but the more people who know, the more humiliating it will be for me." I paused, "Are there some people that I would prefer did not find out? Of course. Some of them are obvious, my mom and dad, my brother and my sister. You understand. But there are others who should know."

Brenda stopped me. "I understand. Listen, there are people that I want to hide this from also. I am not really anxious to have the world think I am a slut." She paused, "I think that we both understand what you meant. You get off on people knowing that I will be partying with other men. Sweetheart, this is also an issue that will take care of itself with time."

I started to respond. Brenda held up her hand. She was changing the subject. "Honey in the story I just read the wife has some cute little names for her husband. If I remember, she used needle dick, pin dick and bug fucker. Bug fucker was her favorite. I think that you should have some nice nicknames to, don't you?"

The last small part of me that still had a shred of dignity wanted to say no, but my dick was already starting to get hard. Hanging my head, I said, "As the dominant partner, it is your perogative to give me any name that you choose."

My wife laughed. "I take that as a big yes." She thought for a minute. "Well I like the names from the story. Pin dick is very nice and bug fucker is wonderfully creative."

Brenda stopped. A moment passed during which she was obviously thinking. "The problem is that you not only have a pathetically tiny dick, you also cum faster than anyone I have ever met. I think that we have to come up with a name that truly reflects your total lack of prowess as a lover."

Brenda was silent for several minutes. Finally she looked at me and said, "I think we will start with Little Quickie. Yes, Little Quickie, I like that. Thats your new name, at least until I can think of something better."

Suddenly, Brenda started to laugh outloud. "I can't wait to call Madeline and tell her all about this."

I froze. Madeline was Brenda's closest friend. She hated me. She blamed me for stealing her "bar hopping sister" from her. She also loved to make it clear that she was never able to understand what Brenda saw in me. At our wedding she whispered into my ear that she was certain Brenda would have a lover within 3 months. Brenda was obviously planning to begin my offense immediately.

Just as I was starting to appreciate the full potential of the offense that I was facing, Brenda raised an even more frightening issue.

"Hey little quickie, I have one more question for you. I am curious about all this denial stuff and the chastity cages. From what I have read, it seems to me that we should be seriously considering this issue."

I was speechless.

"I mean quickie, you really have to admit that your dick is pretty much worthless and that little dribble of goo that you try to pass off as semen is really not very valuable to anybody."

Brenda took a moment to consider all of this. It didn't take her long to come up with a solution. She looked up at me with that wicked smile. "After reading many of the posts on your web sites, It is clear to me that you are going to have to get used to eating cum.'

I must have jumped at this statement because Brenda stopped and said, "Yes quickspurt, If I do decide to take a lover, you can be assured that you will be licking up his deposit everytime I come home from a date."

My wife leaned back in a very relaxed pose. "I think that the rule is going to be that if you get to cum you are going to have to lick up everything that that pathetic little dick of your squirts out. That way you can start to get used to the taste of cum"

Brenda then gave me a nasty smile and said, "That only leaves the issue of should we lock you up."

After thinking for a moment she shrugged and said, I guess we can let time resolve that question."

Part 8

Brenda held up her glass and motioned for more wine, As I poured she stretched and said, "So Little Quickie, I imagine that you are wondering how all of this is going to shake out?"

After filling Brenda's glass, I set the bottle of wine down. I was nervous. I didn't know if I should sit or stand.

Brenda picked up on my nervousness. "Quickspurt, I think that this is a good time for you to kneel at my feet."

The full significance of my wifes statement hit me as I dropped to my knees. Our mutual positions in this marriage were now well understood and well established.

"First of all, I accept the surrender of power and privileges that you offered me earlier. Our marital positions are now mutually acknowleged and agreed upon. I am the dominant partner and you will submit to me in all ways."

Brenda leaned forward and grabbed my face in her hands. "Do you agree to this?"

"Yes dear, I do."

"For the rest of this evening you are to refer to me as Ms. Adams. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ms. Adams."

When we got married, Brenda chose not to take my name. I am Bobby Franklin and She is Brenda Adams. Adams is her family name.

"This next week, I expect you to legally change your name to Robert Adams. It will become your name wherever you go, at work, socially and with your family. Everyone we know will be informed of your name change. Do you agree to this."

I was horrified. Things were happening very fast, too fast.

Brenda grabbed my face. "As my submissive husband it is only right and proper that you take my name. Do you agree?"

Fully realizing the offense that I was about to face, I said, "Yes Ms. Adams, I agree."

"Very good, but there is one more small detail. I also expect you to change the spelling of your name to Bobbi ending in an i. Bobby with a y is a mans name and you are certainly not a man quickspurt. I expect your signature to become, Bobbi Adams. I expect that everyone that you know will from this next week on know you as Bobbi Adams."

The phrase be careful what you ask for because you might just get it was going through my mind as I looked my wife in the eyes and said, "I will do that Ms. Adams."

Brenda relaxed. "Lets talk about my taking lovers. Bobbi, I very much want to do this. You cannot possibly imagine how much I yearn for the feel of long hard fuck from a big cock."

I looked up at my dominant wife. I was so deeply in love at that moment. "I want you to do this. I know that I am a pathetic lover and I want you to be happy and satisfied."

"Thankyou baby, I want that to. But, you have to understand something. I don't want to just run around letting guys shove their cocks into my pussy and mouth all the time."

Brenda paused and smiled for a minute. "yes, I suppose I am going to do some one night stands, especially in the beginning. I really need some big hard cock right now. But baby,in the long run, for really good sex, I need to get to know a guy for a while. I need to build an emotional bond with him. That makes the fucking so much better. Sweetheart, if we do this, I am not only going to find casual dates and let them fuck me, I am going to want to get a boyfriend. Do you understand the difference?"

For the first time, I started to get worried. I started to wonder if this whole thing wasn't backfiring. Tentatively I asked, "Are you going to fall in love with another guy and leave me?"

Brenda pulled me up to the couch with her. She took me in her arms and kissed me. After a moment she said, "I don't know. I suppose that that is always a possibility. There is a reamister that our culture stresses fidelity. Sex is a very emotional issue. Were fooling ourselves if we don't acknowledge that."

"But I don't want to lose you."

"I don't think that you will. I love you Bobbi. I love you so very much."

"I love you to. But what if you fall in love with a guy with a really big cock who also loves you."

"That may happen, but first of all, we can reduce the chances by being careful about the men I form relationships with."

"What do you mean?"

"I think that we should look exclusively for married men."

"But that doesn't seem right. I don't want you to start breaking up other marriages."

"Baby, I am not going to start going out to trap unwitting husbands. I will let guys pursue me. If a guy is out on the make, either his marriage is already in trouble or he is a chronic cheat and this is a regular part of his marriage. The second guys are the guys that we want to find."

"But what if you end up with the first guy?"

"Well first of all were going to try to avoid that guy and I think that I am pretty good at telling these two kinds of husbands apart. Remember sweetheart, my first husband divorced me for cheating on him. What he didn't know and what you didn't know until tonight is that I slept with so many guys during my first marriage that I lost count."

Brenda looked at me. She was boasting, there was pride in her eyes. The funny thing was that I was also proud of her. My wife was a true hot wife.

She continued. "Secondly, it is a well established fact that when most married men have affairs, they tend to dump the woman they were involved with as soon as they get divorced. Most men get into affairs because they are unhappy with their current wives. They are looking for a way out. They use the "other woman" as a way out and dump her as quickly as they can."

"Okay, but what if he doesn't want out?"

"Sweetheart, we are playing a dangerous game, but understand this, I love you very very much and I believe that you also love me very very much. We both want to do this. There maybe times when you are going to worry. It might seem at times like I prefer my lover to you,"

Now she stopped. "There may be times when I do prefer my lover to you. but sweetheart always remember, I will always love you. You are my best friend, You are my soulmate. But most of all you offer me something that few other men can offer me."

"What's that?"

"You offer me the freedom to cheat. Honey, you are married to a chronic slut. Madeline was right. She didn't allow enough time, but eventually I am going to cheat on you or any other man that I am married to. You are my perfect husband. No matter what happens or who I am with I promise you that I will always come back to you. I fully understand that you are probably the only man in the world that I can be married to."

Brenda paused. She was watching me, trying to read my reaction to what she was saying.

"Honey, I love the dominant/submissive game that we are beginning and by the way, we are going to start playing it really hard in a few minutes. But honey understand this. I need you alot more than you need me."

She stopped again, but this time her eyes were pleading with me to believe her.

"You can build a lasting relationship with another woman. I am not sure that I can have a lasting relationship with any man other than you. Baby, sex is really important to me. Sex with lots of men is really important to me, but I need the Sunday breakfasts reading the paper and the walks in the sun every bit as much. You are the only man that can give me both."

Brenda pulled me to her and kissed me hard on the lips. After several seconds she pushed me away. I wanted the moment to continue. I was feeling hurt until I realized what she was doing.

My wife wanted a more meaningful kiss. I watched as she unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them down and kicked them off.

Brenda now sat on the couch next to me in her t shirt and panties. she leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Baby can you accept the fact that some of my lovers are going to be boyfriends?"

I nodded and said, "Yes".

"Can you accept the fact that at times it might even appear to you that I love my boyfriend more than I love you?"

I swallowed hard and again said, "Yes".

"Can you accept the fact that at times I might actually love my boyfriend more than I love you?

This was it then. This was the real commitment. This scared me. I hesitated, but as I hesitated I thought about everything that Brenda had just said and suddenly I understood. She was right. We would always love each other and as her cuckold I had to have faith in that fact.

Confidently now, eagerly now I answered, "Yes".

"Do you understand that no matter what happens, you will always be my submissive husband, my cuckold?"

"Yes"

Do you understand that I will always be your dominant wife, your hot wife?'

"Yes"

Brenda pushed me to the floor and rolled over on the couch so that her panty covered ass was sticking up in the air.

"Pull down my panties and demonstrate your presentation to me and your acceptance of all of my terms. You know how."

Reverently I pulled my wife's panties down and slid them off of her legs. Now I was a man of purpose. I knew what I was doing and I knew what I was committing to. I wanted to make the commitment. I now knew that we were born to be together.

I understood that I was asking for a difficult life, but it was going to be an exciting life and a life where my fantasies were completely fulfilled. I loved Brenda and I now knew that I belonged to her, that I wanted to belong to her, that I longed to belong to her.

I spread Brenda's ass cheeks apart and placed my lips against her asshole. As I kissed and licked her, I willingly surrendered my manhood to my dominant wife.

Goodhusband, this is one of the best stories ever. It is rather exciting but somehow real at the same time... Great stuff!

paparas

I am glad you enjoyed it.

I hope you enjoy the next installment.

GH

Part 9

I kissed and licked my wifes rear for several minutes. Finally, Brenda reached back and pushed my face away and stood up.

"Enough talk quickspurt, its playtime." As she was saying this, Brenda stopped herself. "No, I am wrong. We have one more chore to do tonight before we can play. But before we do that, I think we need to get a little more comfortable. Come on needle dick we need to go into the bedroom and change."

I followed my wife into our bedroom.

"Strip those clothes off quickspurt while I find something more suitable for you."

I undressed as I watched my wife dig through her lingerie dresser. She was obviously pulling out two outfits.

As she was doing this, she started explaining. "You know quickie, I think you and I are pretty much the same size. Your a little taller that I am but your also a little skinnier."

When she was done, there were two sets of lingerie laid out on the bed. She turned around. I was standing naked in front of her. My little dick was standing at attention.

Brenda started to laugh. "That little pee pee of yours really is pathetic." She sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. "Come over here and kneel down between my legs." She spread the lips of her cunt apart. "Look at my clit dickless. Look at how big it is. I suspect that that is one of the reamisters that I have such a strong sex drive." Brenda rubbed it for a second. She seemed to shiver with excitement." "Give it a quick kiss baby, just for me."

I leaned forward and gave her clit a quick kiss. As my lips touched my wifes cunt I was immediately aware of how wet she was.

"Ooo thats nice. Now listen puny, I think that it is kind of ironic that I have such a big clit for woman and you have such a tiny dick for a man." She paused. "Do you know what I think, I think your little dick is really a big clit."

She reached out and grabbed me by the hair. "Stand up sissy, lets take a look at your clittie." She pulled me up and reached out and took hold of my cock.

It was almost too much for me. I very nearly came right there.

Brenda realized what was happening. She grabbed my left nipple with her right hand and began to viciously twist it.

I screamed out, "Oww that hurts."

Brenda laughed and said, "Its supposed to." She twisted even harder. I grimaced from the pain.

"Remember, I get to do anything to you that I want. You might not get off on pain, but I think that maybe I might get off on inflicting it on you."

She let go of my nipple. "There that should have helped you get control of your urges. Now maybe we can inspect your little clittie without having to worry about it spitting your useless cum all over my fingers."

My wife lifted my dick up and inspected it on the top and the bottom. "Yes, it is a pathetic excuse for a cock, but it makes a really nice clitoris." She looked up at me. "Quickspurt, I think you make a much better girl than a man. I think that we are going to have to work on developing your feminine side."

I have never admitted this to anyone, but I have fanasized about crossdressing for most of my life. I don't know how Brenda was able to sense this, but she had just opened another avenue of excitement for me.

Brenda reached over and picked up a short pink lace nightie, with matching pink lace panties and pink elastic top nylon stockings.

"These were a gift from a guy I used to date during my last marriage. I think that they should fit you. Put them on quickspurt."

While I was dressing, Brenda put on a black lace nightie that also had matching panties and nylons.
As she was pulling on the nylons, she said, "I think that in my case, the panties will only get in the way tonight. but, you should wear yours. I doubt that your little clit will be getting very much attention when we start playing."

I kind of struggled getting the nylons on and Brenda had to show me how to roll them up my legs.

When I was done dressing she said, "Step back, lets have a look at you." she surveyed me. Oh yes. You really make a cute girl. I always thought that you might with your feminine features and slight build. Walk over, look at yourself in the mirror."

I stood in front of the mirror. I guess I kind of felt silly at first, but after moment I started getting used to the look and I started to feel kind of sexy.

"You really don't have very much body hair, but we will have to get rid of the little you have. I expect you to start shaving your legs. You can do that in the morning before you go to work. Tonight as part of our playtime we can shave each others pussies."

I looked at her, obviously questioning her choice of words.

She laughed. "Oh yes baby. You have a clittie. Your not a man anymore. Your cute little crotch is a pussy now."

Then she sneered at me. "But dickless remember something, you might have a pussy, but I am the only one in the house with a cunt."

Brenda stared at me for several seconds. The look of superiority in her face was almost frightening to me. At that moment she was a dominant bitch.

Her expression softened almost immediately. For several seconds she was quiet as she obviously thought about all of this.

"Tomorrow night after work we will go shopping together. We need to buy you a more feminine wardrobe."

I looked at Brenda in horror. "Oh don't worry, I am not going to make you wear dresses." she laughed. "At least not outside of the house." She paused. "But I think that we can find some mens clothes that have a more feminine feel to them. Also your going to throw away all of your mens underwear. Its exclusively panties and panty hose for you now girlie." She laughed again. "Your going to feel really hot at work."

I was feeling kind of nervous about all of this, but I had to admit to myself that I was really excited about it also. There was a really hot combination of offense and sexiness in Brenda's demand.

"Enough of this now. Sissy, On the top shelf of my closet there is a pink and white shoe box. Inside you will find a pair of black patent leather spike heels. Fetch them for me."

Brenda's choice of verb excited me as I retrieved her shoes. I had never seen these before and didn't have any idea that she owned them.

Brenda saw my puzzled look. "Baby I have alot of things left from my first marriage and my cheating days. I dated an older business man for a while. He was quite wealthy and had some very kinky tastes. He used to like to take me to Vegas and have me dress like a whore." Brenda smiled as she recalled the old memories. "He had a really big cock and loved to make me suck it in public situations like the back seat of a taxicab or on an elevator. He was so hot"

She caught herself. "Anyway he bought me these slut shoes. Now put them on me. I want to wear them tonight."

When I was done, she stood up. "come on sissy its time for our last chore. Lets go back to the den."

In the den she sat down on the couch. "Bring me the telephone. Its time I start making plans to get back into circulation. I need to call Madeline."

I brought her the phone and as she dialed she motioned for me to get on my knees between her legs. As she waited for Madeline to pick up she pulled my face to her pussy. She wanted me to eat her while she talked to her friend.

"Hello Maddie. Its Brenda. Hows life girl......Hey listen Maddie are you and the other girls going to Baxters this week after work?.....Thursday....okay... Do you mind if I join you?..... Oh yea baby I'm back in circulation......No I'm still married to the wimp and yes were still together.....Listen I'll tell you and the others all about it over dinner on Thursday, I have to go right now, the wimp is on his knees licking my pussy and I'm having a little trouble keeping my concentration......Yea he really is.....Yes we have alot to talk about Thursday. I'll see you at Baxters, usual time?...yea 6:00 o'clock.....Okay I'm looking forward to it to. It will be just like old times. Bye."

Brenda handed me the telephone. I set it on the end table for her.

As I did this, she explained. "Baxters is a supperclub out on the North side of the city. Its a kind of singles bar for mature adults, only there are alot more - married but looking types - than there are singles. I used to go there every Thursday evening with Madeline and some other girls. We have dinner and then hang around for the dancing. The place is alwyas full of hot older guys, you know guys who are in that 30 to 50 range. Most of the men that I had affairs with during my first marriage, I met at Baxters."

Brenda pulled my face up so that she could look me in the eyes. "Little Quickie, There is a very good chance that I am going to cuckold you this coming Thursday night."

Awesome story!!! I love that you placed it in the context of a real marriage, can' wait to see what happens Thursday Night

tef

Thankyou Glad you liked it.

GH

OH, MY GOD! This is the most incredible story I've had the good fortune to come across in eons! Congratulations on an ability to convey the REAL feelings that so many of us share. My gf is only inches away from "Brenda" in her dominance and voracious sexual appetite. I can't wait, like tef fulton, to find out what happens on "Thursday night".
Thanks for the fantasy...

cuckbob

Thanks for the feedback. Im glad you are enjoying the story. Sounds to me like your girlfriend is one hot woman. I think that alot of the guys here would love to find a woman like that. Treat her right (you know what I mean).

GH

GH,

Anxiously awaiting the continuation of your story. Elizabeth has great fantasies involving "one night stands" during our frequent sexual events. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to pass along a true story of her extrasexual activities in the future. I'll keep working on her. She's wonderful and I am indeed a lucky man.

Truely understands the needs, fantastic

Brenda pushed my face away and looked down at me. "Well little quickie, our chores are done. Its playtime." She put a finger up to her cheek pretending to think. "Lets see, what game shall we play first?" After a short pause she said, "Oh I know?" She gave me an evil smile. "Tiny dick, do you like my shoes?"

I wasn't sure what was happening, but I sort of nervously stammered out, "Yes Ms. Adams, I like them very much."

"Do you think they're sexy?"

"Yes Ms. Adams, I think that they are very sexy."

"Should I wear them Thursday night when I go out looking for a lover?"

"Yes Ms. Adams, I believe that you should."

"Your my husband tiny dick. Are you sure that you want me to find a lover? I mean, I am going to be very naughty with that man when I find him."

Brenda leaned over and grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face up so that it was even with her face. "Quickspurt, I am going to take his great big cock out of his pants and lick it and then I'm going to put it into my mouth and suck it. I want you to close your eyes wimp and imagine your sweet wife with another man's cock in her mouth."

Brenda gave me a minute to form this vision in my mind before she let go of my hair and let me fall back to my knees.

"At the same time that I am sucking his cock, my lover is going to be unbuttoning my blouse, undoing my brassiere and playing with my big tits. You like to play with my big tits don't you quickie?"

"Yes maam."

"Well quickie, On Thursday night my big tits are going to become playthings for my lover. Not for you, my husband, but for my lover. He will be enjoying the pleasures of my body while you will be sitting at home imagining another man with his hands and mouth all over these beloved breasts." Brenda lifted her nightie and as she held her large breasts up for me. She whispered, "Maybe he will even give me hickeys all over my tits so that you can appreciate how much he enjoyed them. "

"Now quickie, do you know what I am going to let my lover do when he is done playing with my tits?"

I knelt there silently in front of her. I was not sure exactly what to say.

"Come on tiny dick, you know what I going to let him do. I want to hear it from your lips."

She was right of course, I knew exactly what she wanted me to say. "Your going to let him fuck you."

Brenda clapped her hands like he was praising a dim witted young. "Very good. Your right tiny dick. I am going to let him fuck me and unlike you quickspurt he is going to fuck me for a really long time. And guess what, when he is really hot and fucking me really hard and I am screaming with delight, I am going to let him shoot his thick fertile cum deep inside of my hot wet pussy.

Brenda's fingers slipped to her crotch as she was telling me this. She place first one then two and finally three fingers into her cunt. After a moment she sighed and said, "do you know what the really best part is quickspurt?." She didn't bother to give me time to answer. "When he is all done we are going to take a break and after a little bit his big cock is going to get hard again and he is going to fuck me allover again."

My wife grabbed hold of my hair again and again pulled me up to her. She pulled her fingers out of her cunt. She was very excited and her fingers were dripping with her secretions. She pushed her three fingers into my mouth. "Taste me quickspurt. Taste me now and then think about how good I am going to taste when I come home to you Thursday night with my lovers cum dripping from my well fucked cunt. Your going to get to eat my pussy when I get home so that you can appreciate my lovers gift also."

Brenda let go of me and laid back. She took a moment. When she had regained her composure she said, "Quickspurt, do you know why it is so important to you that I get laid Thursday night?" She started laughing. "Because babydoll, I am not going to let you have an orgasm until I have been properly fucked."

My heart sank at this news. I was really horny and I had been hoping that we would have some good hot sex with the rubber cock tonight and Brenda would let me cum, maybe even let me fuck her."

Brenda must have seen my forlorn face, because she said, "Oh baby, I want Thursday night to be really important for both of us. While I am out you can be imagining how much fun I am having with my lover and you can be anticipating the wonderful reward you will get when I get home. Just imagine how much fun you will have licking my lovers cum from my cunt as you imagine my fingers taking hold of your tiny cocklet and stroking you until you spurt your little dribble of cum. It will be so much fun."

My face must have given away my added disappointment when I heard Brenda's plan for the end of the evening.

"Oh baby, why the sad face? Its going to be so wonderful." Suddenly she stopped. Her expression of understanding told me she knew why I was disappointed. My wife smiled at me. Oh baby, You didn't think that I was going to let you fuck me when I got home did you?"

I just sort of knelt in front of her hanging my head.

"Oh sweetie thats so cute." She paused, "No baby, I don't think that you will ever be allowed to fuck me again. My pussy was meant for real men. Look at you in your pink nighty and panties with your little clit sticking up. Oh sweetie on Thursday night when I get home, my cunt is going to be so stretched out that I wouldn't even be able to feel your little clittie inside of me, and besides, you would just slosh around in there. No baby, I'm sorry, but its better this way. Trust me on this."

She saw that I was still disappointed. She pulled me up to the couch and sat me on her knee. she pulled my face to her large breast and put her nipple into my mouth." I still love you baby, and in our own way we are still going to have wonderful sex. But you are never going to get to fuck me again and you need to get used to that idea. My cunt is now reserved exclusively for my big cocked, masculine lovers."

As always, just Great GH! I love the direction this is going do PLEASE continue

Time seemed to stand still while Brenda and I cuddled on the couch. She stoked my hair while I suckled at her breast. We were both happy.

It was Brenda that finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry Bobbi."

I looked up at her. "Sorry for what?"

"I so wanted to be dominant and humiliate you tonight. I wanted to give you the night of your life."

"You did baby. I have had a wonderful time so far."

"I know, I've had fun to, but I'm not used to this. Oh, I love you so much, its so hard for me to be mean to you. I had such hot plans. I was going to make you lick the soles and heels of my shoes and twist your nipples and then as kind of the big finale, I was going to give you a golden shower." She paused, "I read about all that stuff on your internet site. It was going to be so hot. I'm sorry baby, I feel like I let you down."

"Hey baby, its okay. Like I say, I have really had fun. You were really good, you know, telling me about what you were going to do with your lover and all."

"Was I?"

"Yea baby, you were."

"Its just that when I told you that I wasn't going to fuck you anymore, I felt like I had to be nice to you for awhile. I just thought that I was being too mean to you at one time. Also its been kind of intense since last night. I think I need a break."

"Are you having second thoughts about what you said? I mean about not fucking me anymore?"

Brenda thought for a minute. "No, I think that its the right thing for both of us." She looked at me and smiled. "I mean thats the ultimate offense isn't it? Your married to me. I am your wife. It's your marital right to fuck me, but I am not only going to deny you that pleasure, I am going to give it to other men."

I laughed. Brenda understood me way too well. It was kind of scary. "Your right sweetheart. If we are going to do this, we should do it right." I paused, your also right about things getting a little intense." I took her hand. "Honey you have given me a little preview of your plans for me. I am really excited. I would love it if you would do all those things to me and more. But I agree that we need a little break to relax. and I think I know just what to do."

I got up and went into the bathroom and started running a bath. As I was doing this, I called to Brenda. "Baby, I will have everything ready in a few minutes. Just relax for a moment."

While the bath was running I went to the refrigerator and got a bottle of champagne and opened it. I took two glasses from the cupboard and put everything on a tray. I brought the tray into the bathroom and set it by the tub.

I went into the den and took Brenda by the hand. I led her to the bathroom. "Ms. Adams your bath is ready. May I undress you?"

We got into the tub together and I poured each of us a glass of champagne.

We sat in the bath takeing champagne and taking turns shaving each others legs and genitals. It was wonderful. When we were done, I dried Brenda as she stepped out of the tub and we went into the bedroom where she taught me to give her a pedicure and paint her toenails. When I was done she watched as I gave myself a pedicure and painted my toenails.

As the evening drew to a close, we got into bed. The big rubber cock again played the role of Brenda's lover. We repeated the scenario from last night, I licked my wifes clitoris as her lover pushed his big hard cock in and out of her cunt. Brenda's tension was finally released in the form of three orgasms.

I went to relax that night with an erection. Brenda was true to her word, I was not to be allowed any release until she was well fucked by a real man with a big hard cock. As I went to relax I was looking forward to Thursday with the excitement and the anticipation of a 10 year old looking forward to his birthday.

Monday morning I had business to attend to. Brenda had given me several commands. I was facing a major lifestyle change and it was going to be obvious to the people around me. This was exactly what I wanted, still, I had to find a way to continue my professional life in this new role.

My first problem was my current employer. Roger Carr was a conservative right wing Christian. He was not going to accept my new lifestyle easily. A job change seemed to be a necessity.

Luckily, I was one of the better tax accoutants in the metropolitan area. At 7:30 I called Renee Turner. Renee ran an accouting firm known for its open attitude about the lifestyles of its employees. We met at 8:30. By nine she understood enough about my new lifestyle to understand what I was seeking. By 9:30 we had hammered out a contract. I would give my notice to Roger and start working for Renee in 30 days. I would take a pay cut, but what the heck, I made plenty of money.

I met with Roger Carr at 10:30. I was very frank. He called me every name he could think of. Pervert, fag, wimp and sissy were the ones I remember. He tried to throw me out of his office. I reminded him that I was his chief accoutant. I pointed out that I understood his books better than anyone in his employ. He had three choices. He could pay me a months salary and I would work every day for the next month. He could pay me a months salary and I would be available to answer questions from his corps of accountants for the next month but I would not have to come into the office. His last choice was that he could throw me out and I wouldn't ever give him or any of his employees the time of day let alone any assistance with his books.

As I left his office, I gave him my cell phone number and told him he had one hour to make up his mind.

He called me twenty minutes later. I would be paid a months salary. His accountants would be contacting me for help, but I did not need to come into work.

I may be my wifes wimp, but I am sure as hell not anyone elses wimp.

I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon with the name change. By the end of the week I would legally become Mr. Bobbi Adams.

I met Brenda in the late afternoon. We went to the mall and went shopping. We both bought several sets of lingerie and I bought enough panties and hose to replace all of my male underwear. We also went to several mens and womens clothing stores. I ended up with a number of mens shirts and slacks with a slightly feminine cut. We also purchased several sets of very feminine blouses and slacks. The blouses had ruffles and flowers and the slacks zipped in the rear. Brenda told me that she could hardly wait to see me wearing these.

At dinner that night we both talked about how excited we were. Thursday could not come fast enough.

Wow!

Awsome story. Please continue...

GH,

You're keeping me very excited! You're quite a writer. I hope I can last till my GF gets back from DC next Saturday before I have an eruption.....

Terrific job, please continue.

This is one of the best I've ever read.....I can't wait for more.....

Newbie, cuckbob and Reaper

Thanks to all three of you for the feedback, I am enjoying writing this story. writing is however, time consuming and I am turning it out as fast as I can, but please be patient with me. I may have to slow the rate of production in the near future.

Cuckbob - Someone once said the the first criteria for judging erotica was, does it give you an erection. I don't remember who said it. As bad as my memory is these days , it might have been Donald Duck. But I believe that the observation is correct and I hope that my story is adding to the fun that you and your girlfriend will have on Saturday night.

Gh