Subject: I want to go down on my wife... Version 2 (husband humiliation) From: dondi@tir.com Date: 1996/09/19 Message-Id: <51q6v6$mvv@ramp2.tir.com> Downloaded from Virtual Stories: "http://myweb.id.lv/vs/" (down for now) I want to go down on my wife after she's had sex with another man! Version 2 I have been married to my current wife for just over a year now. She's the woman I had always dreamed of meeting, much less marrying. My wife, Jennifer, is very attractive, young and flirtatious. This is my third marriage, and I'm now 42 years old. Jennifer on the other hand, has only been married one other time and is 26 years old. As I said, she is very attractive, blonde, 5' 2", 108 lb., 37-23-35. Most men we know remark at her beauty, which flatters her and thrills me. You see, like many married men, I have always harbored a fantasy that my wife would fuck other men, with my knowledge. I've had this fantasy for well over twenty years, all through my previous marriages. The irony of this has been that each of my previous wives has cheated on me without my knowledge, and I only came to learn of their behavior through acquaintances after each divorce. Had I known, I might have encouraged my wives to share the details with me. The biggest part of my fantasy doesn't involve watching my wife with other men, only hearing the intimate details shortly afterwards as I am going down on her. While I probably had the opportunity to clean each of my previous wives pussies after they had been fucked, I never got to really see what a well fucked pussy looked like (both of them insisted on cleaning up immediately after intercourse, even when we had fucked), nor did I have the opportunity to relish the smell and taste, and since you can't find these images depicted in magazines, I've had to rely on the words of others to describe the details. I do remember several occasions with my previous wives and how they insisted that I not go down on them, only relenting after we had already started intercourse, and the heat and wetness of their pussies as my tongue bathed their moist openings. Jennifer knows that my favorite part of sex is to go down on her, which she dearly loves to have me do, as my cock is not that large, nor can I fuck very long without ejaculating from over excitement, rendering me useless for several hours to recuperate. Until recently she had no knowledge of my fantasies. Jennifer heard tapes of me having phone sex... confessing... As I travel frequently and have had my fantasy for many years, I've wanted to know and have a woman fantasize with me. That led me to call several phone sex lines. After numerous dud calls and only a few very exciting calls, I took to recording my phone sex calls. I only saved the recordings of the conversations I thoroughly enjoyed, and often they would be to the same person so that I could explore all the possibilities with that woman. My recorded conversations were for my own personal use, very graphic, and were spoken in a way that I could never relate to any woman that I had ever met, much less was married to. I asked my phone partner to be my wife, assume my wife's name, and put her into several situations where she would confront me with the knowledge that she had found out that I wanted her to have sex with other men. I asked her to humiliate me mildly with the knowledge, and she would become the dominating partner in our marriage. Over the past 2 years, I've collected nearly a dozen hour long tapes verbalizing my fantasies. They typically began the same way: with my 'wife' finding out about my fetish and then taking action to make the fantasy become reality. I encouraged my 'wife' to tell her boyfriends about her husband and to make sure that her pussy was well used and showed evidence of her earlier fucking. My 'wife' was always sure to make me eat her pussy after returning from a date and would occasionally let me fuck her, whispering in my ear all the time that she could barely feel my dick as it slid in and out of her pussy and that she was glad to have a husband who so thoroughly enjoyed getting sloppy seconds. Often it would be my responsibility to bathe and dress her in something very provocative that I would have to go out and purchase the day of her date. Sometimes I would have to meet her date and fix them a drink as they fondled and talked about my inadequacies. I encouraged my 'wife' to take me on her dates so that I could observe her slutty behavior short of her fucking another man, which she would do in privacy. I also encouraged her not to have her lover wear a condom so that I was sure to get very sloppy seconds or more! Recently, Jennifer found my tapes as I had been careless and left them in my traveling suitcase. I did not know that she had found them as I did not have to go out on business for several months. How do you think Jennifer is going to react? Jennifer confronts me about the tapes and magazines I had been noticing a change in Jennifer's behavior as she has been encouraging me to go down on her more often, almost nightly, and fucking has become almost non-existent. If I did want to fuck her, she'd be too tired and would occasionally masturbate me by letting me rub my cock against her legs while I was eating her. Sometimes she would openly ask me to masturbate while I was licking her so that she can watch my come shoot. On nights that we do not have sex, I had taken to fucking her very slowly while she was asleep so as not to wake her. Her pussy is always wet enough for me to enter her easily as she sleeps. Several times she has awaken and has not moved to let me discover that she knows what I am doing until I have orgasmed, only to comment with a smile and a coy laugh that she hoped that I enjoyed myself. I have to admit I like the changes in the clothes she has chosen to wear, and she has become more active at working out, going to the gym 3 to 4 nights a week and often on the weekend for several hours. Jennifer's wardrobe has become more risqué, with shorter dresses, tighter fitting clothes, and lower cut blouses. One day upon coming home from work, I walked into the bedroom to find my stash of magazines and the tapes strewn on the bed. The magazines were open to my favorite stories of wives having sex with other men and a tape was loaded into the cassette player. Jennifer walked in behind me and queried, "Suppose you tell me what this is all about?" I stammered, "They're just things I've collecting over the years." I knew Jennifer could see the embarrassment in my face, but I'm sure she couldn't tell how my heart was racing from the anxiety of being found out. "I believe it took years to collect! But they're not all from years ago. I've seen the dates of the magazines, and you even have some pictures of me taped to the side of some of the stories! And the tapes! They're of you asking some woman to be me fucking numerous other men and coming home to have you clean her, no my pussy!! Now do you want to try and explain again?" I spoke in a low trembling voice, "They're magazines and tapes that have stories like my fantasies." "I suppose what that means is that your fantasy is to have your wife have sex with other men and then come home to you and tell you all about it?" A sheepish, "Yes." "I think you left out a minor detail about wanting to lick her well-fucked pussy afterwards, didn't you? You just want to married to a slutty tramp don't you?" Again a low, "Yes." "This is quite a revelation. I would never have guessed that I'd have married a man who wants me have sex with other men, much less who wants to know about it and then be told of the details while he's cleaning my pussy filled with the cum of another man with his tongue!" Jennifer continued, "You know I've known about the magazines and tapes for about a month, but I didn't know how to confront you with it! I wasn't sure if you wanted this in your fantasies or in real life! I guess I've got my answer, huh!" I didn't respond. "I suspected that was going to be the answer. Now I've got two choices; either getting a divorce or living the life of a married woman whose husband wants her to be a slut." Jennifer walked around and pushed the magazines off the bed, and I just stared at floor. "I have to admit, most women would kill to be able to be married one man and yet have sex with any other man she chooses, any time, any where." Jennifer paused and then spoke again, "Take off you clothes and lay down on the bed, but don't get any ideas; you're not getting your cock in me tonight!" I did as she instructed and noticed she too was disrobing. "Now tell me, not some phone sex operator, about these fantasies of yours." Several of my fantasies... Jennifer had me take my cock in hand while laying on the bed and insisted that my eyes roam her nude figure. She let me touch her body as she insisted that I tell her some of my fantasies. She took my hand and pushed it down to her very wet pussy, and my fingers easily slipped into her vaginal opening. "Is this how you want my cunt to feel every night when I come home to you?" I stammered a "Yes!" Jennifer then pushed my face to her slimy pussy opening and told me, "Inhale the smell of a real well-used pussy!... Now tell me of some of your fantasies." When I didn't know where to begin (or feigned ignorance), Jennifer helped by asking me how I imagined she'd entice someone to fuck her. I responded that it might be someone from her office, maybe a salesman, who's always coming on to her; but this time instead of declining his advances, she might take him up on a nooner or even call to tell me that she's going to be late as she's going to dinner and a motel to be fucked. Another thought was that she might go out dancing one evening which full intentions of meeting a stranger and spending several hours joined at the crotch with him. Still another thought was to have her come by my office dressed to thrill, meeting the boss and inviting him to dinner one evening. Then when he arrived, I'd be responsible for the dinner preparations and pouring the drinks and catering to them, but give them plenty of time to fondle and fuck upstairs in our bed. Yet another fantasy would be to go on vacation for a week or so and have her dressed to thrill throughout the vacation, even on the flight to our destination. Once there, we would go places together but separate. I would be her shadow watching as she flirted with other men and then went back to our motel room to ball them while I waited for my turn. After her conquest left, then I would be allowed to come in, clean her up with my tongue and prepare her for yet another rendezvous. One of my favorite parts of this fantasy is to have her wear a tiny bikini to the beach, the kind that when it gets wet becomes transparent. She goes to get a suntan with me sitting on another towel some distance away snapping pictures of her occasionally. I imagine that several young men come by, and she asks them to put suntan lotion on her, cooing as their fingers get closer and finally touch her sexual regions. She then asks them to join her in her room, but first she points to me informing them of her impotent husband getting his rocks off watching her being fondled. As they leave, they come to me to inform me that Jennifer will be well cared for as Jennifer grabs a cock in each hand snickering. I inform her that she won't be needing the swimsuit for what she's up to and she comments, "You're right!" Looking at each of the boys and getting a towel she tells them, "Here, each of you take off part. Then leave the suit here for my husband to guard while we go have our fun. No doubt he'll want to sniff the crotch! When we're done, one of you come back here and tell my husband it's his turn and describe how good my pussy felt. He'll find out how much cum you left in me while he's cleaning me out later." By the time I had finished relaying the first fantasy to Jennifer, my cock had already gotten hard, which only served to convince her that my desires were sincere, and my tongue had feasted on her wet lips several times. Upon the completion of my confession, Jennifer had her own comments... Well if it's a SLUT you want, a SLUT you'll get! "Get down there and lick me clean. Stick your tongue in there as deep as it can go! You like that, baby? That's just the way I'm gonna taste to you from now on! Let's see if you really want your fantasies to come true! I LOVE to fuck, you of all people should know that! But if you get your jollies knowing that other men are fucking me, then we'll just make that happen! I hope you don't mind masturbating, because that's the only way you're gonna be gettin' your rocks off for a while! Just think, a married man with a SLUT for a WIFE, and he can't even get a piece of ass. While other men get to fuck YOUR WIFE, you get to fuck your FIST! We're gonna start a new rule in this marriage tonight: BOYFRIENDS FUCK... HUSBANDS SUCK!!! You got that, husband dear. My new boyfriends can fuck me all they want, and when they're done, all you can do is clean me out!" My head spun as Jennifer continued her tongue lashing, and I continued lapping at her hole. "Here let me help since you can't seem to get enough of those juices." Jennifer lifted her ass and slanted her body so that it looked as if I were drinking from a cup and she contracted her cunt muscles to feed me the nectar from within. "Tomorrow we're gonna go out and get me some slutwear, and the day after that we're going on vacation, together but separate. I kind of like the idea of attracting a couple of studs at the beach and then making you wait for them to finish for your turn! Let's see how you like your fantasies now, WIMP!" Jennifer's true to her word... Jennifer led me through the malls and bought several arm loads of revealing clothing for our vacation. With each outfit she selected, Jennifer whispered in my ear how many men's cocks each outfit would raise to attention as they spotted her. She also commented that she was going to enjoy mounting as many cocks as she possibly could over the next weeks and then have me clean her up for her next encounter. Jennifer decided for us that we'd be going to a tropical location for our vacation and described the vacation as "kind of like a honeymoon with only one of the wedded getting laid!" Jennifer thought that a tropical location would offer her the opportunity to show off her body both day or night! As we headed for the airport Jennifer kept commenting that she couldn't wait to get another cock buried up her snatch. She added that she hoped he was well endowed and could blow a lot of cum into her! She asked me whether or not I thought she looked fuckable. I had to admit she looked extremely sexy in her short dress and tried cop a feel of her to which she simply pushed my hand away. "You gave up your chance to touch, now you'll just have to settle with sloppy seconds!" She chuckled that she might even try and take on several men so that I'd have a good time as well when I finally did get my chance to have sex with her! I must have had a peculiar look on my face as I thought of embedding my cock in her when she quickly commented, "Down boy! I only meant you be able to have me with your tongue." At the hotel Jennifer fell into the bed as I struggled with the luggage. She recounted the number of hardons that she been responsible for and wondered how many more she could create. Jennifer made me help her out of her clothes and assist her in getting dressed and freshened up to go to the beach. She took great pride in causing my dick to also become erect at seeing her totally nude before donning her minuscule bikini. "I hope you can't get rid of that hardon all day honey! I want you stay hard thinking about me when I bring some man back to this room to plow my pussy!"