Chapter 3

As I tried to fall asleep, all I could think of was how my wife had made me reveal my fantasies of being cuckolded, and of her then returning to our marital bed where she'd make me lick and suck her overflowing pussy. I forced myself to remain on my back, knowing that if I were to lie on my stomach, my cock would instinctively rub itself on the sheet, and cause me to break my promise to not cum until she'd given me permission.

At one point, I even placed both hands beneath my back, hoping that would prevent them from finding my raging hardon if I did drop off. That did nothing to calm my feverish brain, though. Actually, it just further increased my lust, because I then began to have fantasies of Sharon handcuffing my wrists there, and then giving me all the sexual tortures I'd been fantasizing about for many years. I did have one fleeting thought about being glad she hadn't pressed me further for details about my daydreams, because if she'd forced me to tell her about what I wanted her to do to my worthless penis and my tiny balls, I was sure she'd never again want to have anything to do with me.

The morning did come at last, as most do, and when I finally awakened, my first thought was that she was already up. I hurried to the bathroom to get ready for work, and when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, it was all I could do to not call in sick. I was sure I hadn't slept much more than a couple hours all night, and my haggard appearance confirmed that.

As I completed dressing and walked down the hallway, I could hear Sharon singing and humming in the kitchen, and was sure she wasn't feeling any ill-effects of the night, as I was. Her glowing smile as I entered the room told me she was most definitely not feeling anything like that at all. Then, when she immediately hugged and kissed me with a passion that she'd never before displayed in the morning, my heart just melted with an overwhelming love for my beautiful wife.

We then sat at the breakfast table, sharing bagels and coffee. I tried to think of something to break the silence, but my poor brain was completely silent. Luckily, she didn't share my discomfiture, and said, "I've been thinking about what you told me last night. I have to know if you really meant it when you said those things, or if it was just your balls talking."

That was so direct and to the point that it took me quite awhile to come to terms with her implied question. After taking another sip of coffee to clear my throat, I began, "I meant everything I said then, and I still do right now. But, it has to be your choice; I wouldn't want you to do something like that if you didn't want to."

She chuckled, then said in a very-serious tone of voice, "Honey, when I fuck other men, it'll be my choice, believe me. And you'd damn well better be prepared to do your part when I come home with something for you. Do you understand? I'm serious about that. If I'm going to do that for you, then it's going to be for real, and you'll just have to live with the consequences. Will you promise me that you'll do what I want, no matter what?"

Once again, I was thinking with my small brain rather than the one in my head. I just nodded, then said, "I promise I'll do whatever you tell me to, no matter what it is. I just want you to be happy, and if letting other men make love to you will do that, then I want it, too."

She considered my answer for a long time, then, as she carried her cup and saucer to the sink, said, almost as an afterthought, "Okay, honey. That's good enough for me. Just remember your promise, because I'm going to hold you to it." She then placed the dishes in the sink, turned to me and leaned on the countertop, saying in a threatening tone, "And your promise applies to everything, no matter what, from now on, not just me having sex with other men. That means that no matter what I want you to do, or even maybe if I want to do something to you, you'll cooperate. Do you understand?"

Without waiting for my answer, she walked from the room, and I don't know if she even heard my faint reply of, "Yes, I understand."

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That day, as well as the previous night, have to be the all-time most-exciting in my memory up to that point. My wife had implied that she would soon be cuckolding me and forcing me to lick and suck her clean afterwards, which was certainly hot enough. However, as I replayed her parting words, I began to hope for even more. I just couldn't stop thinking about her telling me that my promise to obey her extended to my cooperating if she wanted to "do something" to me. Given the fantasies I'd had for years on just that subject, my lust knew no limits.

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When I hurried home after my final class of the day, I rushed through the door and immediately looked around for Sharon. Although we teach at the same community college, she has always chosen to teach only on a half-time contract. She was usually able to arrange her schedule so her last class would be over with by mid-afternoon, leaving time for shopping or whatever else she wanted to do. Of course, my male brain had confused intention with accomplishment, and I was already expecting to see her lying in bed beside another man, just waiting for me to come home and do my duty to her.

It didn't happen that way, of course. As usual, she was in the kitchen preparing the evening meal, and we greeted with our usual words and kisses. The only difference was that the kisses were more passionate, and that alone was enough to tell me that our relationship had entered a new stage.

After dinner, the night stretched interminably, and I was sure that our bedtime would never arrive. When it finally did, I prepared for the night in the usual manner, by showering and brushing my teeth, and then climbed in bed. She had usually done the same thing, except that she would take a bath rather than a shower, but on that night all she did was brush her teeth and undress. I was already under the covers when she walked toward the bed, and as I watched her swaying breasts in the light provided by the bedside lamp, I knew there could never be any other person in the whole world who was as beautiful.

As had been her practice during the prior two weeks, she hugged me against her body with more force than I'd ever thought her capable. Then, as she snuggled against my neck, she asked, "Do you want to eat my pussy tonight, honey? I think a nice orgasm would help me sleep lots better."

My only response was to roll to my back, and then to do my best to force out the single word, "Please."

She chuckled at my eagerness, then said softly, "I haven't had a bath all day. Do you want me to go take one before I sit on your face?"

I lost all doubt then about her ability to read my mind, because I was sure she already knew another of my fantasies, which involved her forcing me to give her oral sex days, or even weeks, after she had bathed. I know my voice was shaking as I forced out, "You don't need to do that. I want to do whatever you want."

She quickly sat up, then as she swung one leg across my chest, said, "Oh, you'll do that, all right. From now on, I own you. And not only that, if you don't get my pussy squeaky clean tonight, I may never take a bath again, and make you eat me every night."

My only response was to once again grasp her waist and pull her crotch toward my mouth. To my surprise, though, she resisted me long enough to say, "Not just yet. Smell it first." Then, as I inhaled as deeply as possible, she lowered herself far enough that her pussy hairs were rubbing against my face. As the heady aroma of her crotch completely captivated me, she began to slowly move her body up and down my face, starting from the part of her crack closest to her tummy button and continuing to where it ended at the base of her spine.

I knew that I was moaning and gasping for breath all the time she did that, but was simply unable to stop myself. I drew breath after breath through my nose, savoring her fragrance, and the way it changed from front to back. By the time she raised up to ask, "Still want to eat it, honey?," I was far beyond words, and my only response was to pull her down to my eager lips and tongue.

It was pretty obvious that she was almost as aroused as I was by this new twist in our love life. With my first lick along her delicious vagina, she began to sigh and moan almost as much as me. By the time I'd made one slow pass along its entire length, she was gasping for breath and grinding her pussy against my face. Then, as I sucked her hard button into my mouth and began running my tongue over it, she could no longer contain her passion, and, sighing deeply, she began to once more try to crush my skull.

Even that release didn't do more than temporarily take the edge off her arousal. She continued to sit in place for almost a full minute, then whispered, "Keep licking. I think you missed some places." Then, as I quickly obeyed her instructions, she moved her crotch down my face until my tongue was once again at the top of it. Then, moving very slowly, she pushed her body higher on my face, giving me time to savor every scent and every taste along the way.

I was sure she'd reverse her movements once my tongue had reached the lowest point on her pussy, but she didn't. Unlike what she'd done before, she didn't pause there, but maintained the very-slow pace, giving me time to lick her just as clean as possible. By the time the opening of her pussy had reached my upper lip, I was literally out of my head with lust, and was sure that what she was making me do couldn't possibly get any better. It did, though, because she still moved slowly up my face, until at last her front opening was centered over my nose, and her back opening was resting on my lips.

That had evidently been the position she'd been seeking all along, for she stopped in place, then gasped out, "Keep licking, damn you! Do it! Lick harder! Lick it clean, little boy! Hurry!"

I did my best to concentrate on following her orders, even though I had long since fallen deep into a familiar fantasy. For years I had dreamed of her allowing me to do such a thing, and now that she was actually demanding it, I was simply lost to reality. I licked with every ounce of strength in my tongue, then at her impassioned words, "Now! Suck it, you worthless cuckold!," I locked my lips around her puckered opening and obeyed her.

That must have been what she was waiting for, because just as I inhaled with all my might, she cried out, "Oh, fuuuccckkkk!" I'm sure it was very fortunate that her different position meant her thighs couldn't crush my head with their full force; otherwise, I would have been injured.

She then fell forward onto her outstretched arms, and remained there as I kept licking her backside. At last, her exhaustion overcame her, and she almost fell from my face and lay breathing heavily at my side. After awhile, she said, matter-of-factly, "Go clean up. I'm not going to kiss you like that."

Still lost in the fog of lust, I hurried to the bathroom. After thoroughly washing my face, I brushed my teeth once again, and then gargled with mouthwash. Hoping against hope that would make me acceptable for kissing, I almost ran back to the bed.

As before, she pulled me close to her and kissed me as strongly as ever. At last she pulled away, then after taking a few seconds to catch her breath, she whispered in my ear that she was nuzzling, "Did you like doing that?" I'm glad she was able to interpret my nod, because my throat and mouth weren't cooperating right then.

She evidently understood my answer, for she spoke again, saying, "Did it smell and taste really good?" Again I nodded, then at last found my voice long enough to say, "It was the best thing ever. I loved it so much."

By then her hand, which was resting on my back, began to tremble, and I just knew that it was my own arousal that was triggering hers. She told me in no uncertain words that was the case when she whispered, "I've been thinking about making you do that for a long time. A long, long time ago I read a story about a woman who made her husband do that to her, and she said that the longer she went without a bath, the better he liked it. Do you think you'd be the same way?"

All I could do was croak out, "Yes," before she continued, "She also said that she made him give her what she called "Immaculate Body Service," or "I.B.S." Do you know what that means, honey?

Her wonderful words struck right to the heart of my long-held fantasy, and all I could do was once again gasp, "Yes!" She then removed any doubt whatsoever about her meaning, saying, "If you know what it means, then I don't have to explain it to you, which is nice. It's so much nicer this way. That way, when I sit on your face and tell you to open your mouth, you'll know exactly what to expect, won't you? And you'll do it, too, because you promised me you would."

Again there was a pause as she allowed her words to sink in, and then she continued telling me about the story she'd read as a girl. "The woman said that her husband just about went crazy when she'd sit on his face and make him serve her like that. But the thing I remember most was the part where she said that after a few weeks, she started sitting on him facing his crotch. While she used his mouth, she'd whip him between his legs, and wouldn't stop until he'd done his duty as he was supposed to. Ever since I read that, it's just about the only thing I've ever thought about when you're eating my pussy. I'm guessing that, given the way you acted tonight, we'll be doing that very same thing before much longer, won't we?"

I was literally in tears by then, and I sobbed out my answer, "Yes! I've wanted that for so long! I just can't believe you've been wanting the same thing all these years. Please, make me do it now! I want it so much!"

She just chuckled, then rolled to her stomach saying, "I'm too tired right now, honey. Maybe we can do that some other time. Just think how much better it'll be if I don't take a bath for a few weeks." Then, laughing openly, she relaxed her body and said, "Rub my back."

So I did. And then spent another sleepless night on my back with my hands tucked beneath it.

Continued in Chapter 4.