================================================================ C D E' S S T O R Y A R C H I V E All stories in this archive are the property of the author. They may be downloaded and read by private citizens. They are not to be used by commercial web sites. Persons using this material on commercial sites will be *vigorously* pursued by the hounds from hell, or my legal team, whichever is deemed necessary. (These stories were written for *adult* entertainment and should not be accessed by children, or childish people masquerading as adults. ================================================================ TITLE: THE ILLNESS (M+/F, MM, MF, Inter, Impreg, FemDom) TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Copyright c September 1999 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit. This story may be freely distributed for personal use with this notice attached. All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons. Story Content:(M+/F, MM, MF, Inter, Impreg, FemDom) WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS. TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE AUTHORS NOTE: The two stories below demonstrate how an idea can be carried in two different directions, but share strong similarities. 1st Story: The Illness Author: C.D.E. The assistant invited me in. My wife was already in the office with the doctor. I sat beside her. She greeted me with a peck on the cheek. She had been having problems remembering where she'd been at times, especially after having gotten provocatively dressed and then disappearing until the wee hours of the night. Also it apparently seemed to only occur when I was out of town on business. I typically travel once a week and am gone for at least three nights. Apparently she'd been shielding this illness from me for quite a while, until I arrived home a day early from a business trip and was there when she came in at 3 AM, disheveled and obviously raped. That is because she reeked of semen and heavy sex. Upon seeing me at home and in her condition, she confessed about the sleep walking type illness that caused her to dress and go out at the strangest of times. She also told me that she thinks there may be a connection between the many strange phone calls she's been getting for someone name Susie Q. Her name is Susan, and she always insist upon being called that. I knew she would never agree to being called Susie. "Well, all the tests are in, including the hypnosis analysis, and I'm afraid we have good and bad news." The Doctor said in a professional tone. He went on to explain that my wife was suffering from a split personality condition where the other personality was a nymphomaniac and desired to date many men, manly black men. "Yes I know that's a shock to both of you, the Hypnotist also gave your wife a polygraph test and she passed. That is, he confirmed that she's acted out her role as a black man's white slut, and has been doing so for over five years." "What? We've only been married for 3 years!" I exclaimed. "Well anyway, Mr. Smith, that's the good news, that is, we know what the problem is. The issue now is what do we do about it?" I inquired about treatment and medication. The doctor replied that the only successful treatment was Implementation Role Play Therapy. "R-Role playing?" I stammered. "In other words Mr. Ruston, you have to become part of the role playing. You have to assume the role of the cuckold to help your wife get well. You have to be prepared for strange black men to come by your house, whether you're home or not, and sex your wife. Because of your wife's mental state while being affected by this condition, it'' not uncommon that the most abject degradation and humiliation may be demanded by her of you, or her having her black lovers possibly force them upon you at her request." I inquired what type things. The doctor paused for a few moments and spelled out what he meant. "I could use clinical names, but in layman's terms, the most common acts would be for you to orally attend to your wife's vagina after her strange men friends have ejaculated in her. This is a most common act required by women in her state of mind when affected by this malady. Additionally, she, or the men friends may also require you to perform oral cleanup duties for them, or all the way to completion, that is where you take the men's ejaculate in your mouth and swallow it. There are some other things they may be required of you, but I think you see the picture." "I-I-I g-guess I-I do." I replied flush in the face and stammering. The doctor and my wife and I talked on. We were joined by two of his assistants, one a beautiful blond, she looked hard, and a big muscular black man. "Francis I think we have to do what the doctor is recommending. Yes it'll be a little difficult on you, but if you really mean you love me as much as you say you do, you'll go through the therapy." After more talking and soul searching, I reluctantly agreed. The doctor complimented on doing the right thing. The therapy was to start that same day. My wife left with the big black man. The doctor and I talked a moment before I joined my wife with Black male assistant. They were nude and she was sucking his huge cock. I knew she was putting the best on the outside as she appeared to enjoy doing so for his benefit, you know not to hurt his feelings. He was indeed huge. The doctor selected him for his size because this is the type man my wife's alter ego sort. "Honey, see how big he is. Come take a lick. You might as well get use to it, after all, you'll be cleaning him up after he fucks me and then you'll be coming here three times a week to suck him off too." My wife added. "And after Nurse Glenda uses the dildo kit to open up your ass, you'll be getting that twice a week too. That's part of the Deluxe therapy treatment package y'all bought." The black man interjected. OVER A YEAR LATER Well, the therapy seem to be working somewhat. My wife still goes out, but her memory is much better. She has 5 regular black studs that come by. She demands I orally clean her after each leaves or while they're there if necessary. That is, if her pussy needs refreshing for them. I know them all and they know me, but don't count me as they come to be with my wife, namely when they get erections. The therapy has helped me deal with being and feeling inconsequential when they are there. Also, since I don't get to have regular sexual intercourse with her often - it's been over a year now - I have been getting off through masturbation and often I come when the men have intercourse with me, that is when they fuck my ass. It's actually better than I thought it would be. I was devastated when my wife announced she was pregnant by one of her five regulars, or that it could be from one of their 30 or so friends, who she occasionally fucked. The doctor was more elated than I, because he said that the baby would aid the chemistry of trace elements that was causing the imbalance in her brain, which was causing the affliction. However, he let me know that it might take several babies before the body heals itself in this manner. I groaned loudly. "Additionally, you definitely are not to discourage her from having more babies and you should probably buy a large supply of condoms, as in order for the psychological part of this therapy to work, none of the children can biologically be yours." The doctor added with a serious look as he stared me in the eyes. I groaned even louder. ###END OF STORY #1### Story #2 Story Title: Affliction of Love Author: C.D.E. CAST: Husband-Stanley Wife-Sandy Sandy's Mother-Mrs. Jackson "Stanley, Dr. Morgan is simply saying that the therapy is working, he's not saying she's cured of her psychological affliction." "I know Mrs. Jackson. I was just hopping she was, well you know, closer to being normal." "She will one day, as long as you provide your continuing support and devotion to her needs. You are not giving up on her are you?" "Oh no, you know I love her too much. I-I just wish that I didn't have to do all the things that's required of Dr. Morgan's therapy." "I understand how you feel and can see that you could possibly feel some slight humbleness. However, it's all for a good cause... her long term well being that is." "I-I understand, b-but it's so painful sometimes to see her going out with her other men and I have to stay home and baby-sit the kids. Who incidentally, none of which belong to me." "Stanley Jones! How many times have I told you to not even think negatively of the children? I don't mind you venting because she's going out with men other than you, but I will not tolerate you ever hinting anything despairingly about the children. Understand? Do I have to call your mom over and us have another talk with you about this subject?" "O-Oh n-no ma'am. I-I'm sorry. P-Please forgive me. I-I didn't mean anything negative about the kids. Y-You know I care for them j-just as if they're mine." "In the eyes of the law they are yours Stanley." "I-I know Mrs. Jackson. I-I didn't mean for my statement to be interpreted in a negative manner." "Okay, I'll take your word. But I warn you, your mom and I love our three grandkids even if you're not the biological father." "I love them too. It-it's just that I wish Dr. Morgan's therapy did encourage her using birth control protection more often, t-than relying on her lovers to use condoms." "Stanley we've gone over this so many times. You know Dr. Morgan's therapy strives to make Sandy inwardly see the dangers of her yearnings to date and sex different men, while unprotected and running the risk of becoming pregnant. However, her getting pregnant three times has increased her responsibility for her actions. That is clearly evident. Why she's stayed on the pill longer and longer after having each baby." "I-I know Mrs. Jackson... a-and I'm thankful for her progress, b-but, well what I'm trying to say, it's been stressful on me all these years." "I know it has Stanley. She knows that she's blessed to have a good and understanding husband like you who steadfastly adhered to his vows and accepted his wife for better or worse, in sickness and health. As your mother- in-law, you know I praise you for how good you've been to her and the children." "Thanks for your praise Mrs. Jackson. It's good to hear your compliments after all I've had to go through the last six years after it was discovered that Sandy had this subconscious desire to be a wanton slut and come home to me inseminated by other men." "Even with her condition, she still saw you as a pillow of stability in her world. Otherwise she could've left you and you wouldn't have anything - her or the beautiful results of her affairs." "I-I know you and mother have both told me that countless times. I-I guess I see your points, b-but I just wished things could've been different." "As I said Stanley, I understand your plight, but at the same time I know you understand your responsibility to your wife." "Dr. Morgan constantly reminds me every time Sandy and I go in for our counseling sessions." "By the way, y'all went two days ago. How was it?" "I'm afraid Sandy maybe getting the urge to go off the pill again." "No!" "Yes. I'm afraid so. As usual, Dr. Morgan, didn't discourage her. He only asked her if she was ready to accept the consequences of becoming pregnant again. Her answer was that she did. She also went on to say that it still felt good to have children by other men for our family, especially since I've been such a good father to the three we already have. I really became irate at her answer and told her so in no uncertain terms. It was then that Dr. Morgan reminded me of my wife's condition and that I must be patient with her until she fully understands her actions and the consequences of those actions on our marriage." "He is of course correct. Don't you think?" "Y-Yes, of course. Again, sometimes, I forget." "Well anyway, what was her answer to Dr. Morgan's question?" "Well, it seems that she has this weird idea that she's getting me to prove my love for her by being a slut to other men and that her getting knocked up is a bonus." "Stanley! I will not having you using words like `knocked up' and `slut' in this house! Please, my daughter is a decent girl. She just has a malady that we can aid in curing her of, not by condemning her actions. Remember, we all have to be supportive toward her, especially you." "Y-You know I am Mrs. Jackson. I-I'm sorry for m-my choice of words." "Apology accepted. Now go on." "Yes ma'am. Well anyway, seeing my reaction, the doctor had us take a break. It was during the session break that he had a talk with me and persuaded me to let Sandy know that I did love her but that she didn't have to go to such extremes to have me show her I only had a deep and true love for her. I did as he requested, as I have in the past. Well anyway, I apologized to Sandy for my outburst and did as Dr. Morgan requested when our session resumed. She accepted my apology and we kissed and made up. She let me know that she still had not changed her mind about bringing home other men's babies to me. I just looked at her with wild eyes. It was then that the Dr. Morgan asked me if I could come up with a better way of me proving my love that had such permanent implications, that is with the same impact as daily seeing the fruits of her three previous bouts of blatant adultery, and yet loving her nevertheless. "I thought for a long while. When I couldn't match what she'd done already, Dr. Morgan advised that I should continue to think on the question until I could come up with a good answer. In the mean time I was to accept my wife's methodology as sound. "I was quite stunned at the doctor's obvious concession and actual endorsement of what she's been doing. I-I can't help it if I couldn't think of a quick reply. In fact, I really got upset with her and Dr. Morgan, for he complimented her for her foresight and told me to think about what my wife had said as he ended the session. I was fuming, because all he did was condone her assertion that she's helping me prove my undying love to her by me accepting her infidelity and bringing home other men's babies into our marriage." "Stanley, I can somewhat see your point, but can you really fault her logic?" His mother-in-law replied. "W-Well no, but I-I don't see why she has to humiliate me the way she does. I'm looked on as the biggest cuckold and fool in town." "Stanley, showing love to someone often means ignoring what others think. She often tells you that doesn't she?" "S-She does Mrs. Jackson, but it-it's hard to ignore when people snicker and giggle behind your back and look at you funny, especially when we're out with the kids. I really wished the, I-I mean o-our kids had not been by three of her old flames. Especially since she specifically told me that they weren't good marriage or father material." Stanley spoke pathetically. "And all three have praised you as the better person in that department, that is you'd make a good daddy for their children." Stanley also thought the three men's compliments were humiliating also, even though well meaning. "Another important subject Stanley. Now you know you're still expected to provide your part of the therapy, you know to suck her cunt clean of her lovers jism whenever she comes home all loaded up with a cunt full of their cum." "I...sigh! ... know. Plus anyway, if it'll help reduce her chance of becoming pregnant by them, it's probably beneficial." "That's the right attitude Stanley. Don't walk around looking like everything is gloom and doom. Things are looking up. Like the doctor said, he's sure Vivian is close to snapping out of this little affliction, after having maybe, two or three more babies." ###END### Send comments to C.D.E. at ccwriter@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ The Kristen Archives