CHATTING WITH HIS WIFE by Throne
Kip was sitting at the dinner table, finishing his dessert, a slice of cake left over from the wedding he had attended with his wife the day before. He was thinking about the reception when she called him from the living room.
"Dear," Abby said in her clear contralto voice. "As soon as you're done out there, please come here. We need to have a chat."
He was immediately concerned. A chat about what? He mentally ran over his behavior at the reception. After a glass of champagne he danced with several of the women, holding them extra close during the slow dances. But he hadn't thought Abby noticed it. He hadn't even seen her in the reception hall for about a half hour. He popped the last forkful of cake into his mouth and, still chewing, hurried to see what she wanted.
Abby stood there, arms folded, a cool look on her face. He swallowed the cake and wiped icing from the corners of his mouth with his fingers, then had to lick his fingertips to get rid of the sticky residue. She pointed to the easy chair and he sat there, feeling dwarfed by the huge old piece of furniture. His wife stepped in front of him and, for a long moment, said nothing. Kip allowed himself to unhurriedly run his eyes over her. As always, he was entranced by his wife's grace, beauty, and sexuality.
Like him she was about 5 foot 8, though in heels she had a height advantage. Abby's thick coppery hair, worn shoulder length, with bangs, framed her patrician face. Though her features were somewhat regal -- face long, cheekbones pronounced, nose straight, chin a bit sharp -- they were dominated by her overripe mouth, lips full and expressively mobile, and at the moment colored with deep red lipstick that contrasted with her almost pale complexion.
Her body was also long, with modest breasts and hips that flared only slightly. Her legs were shapely and her feet small. At the moment she was wearing a one piece dress, light blue, with a wide black belt. She also had on flesh colored stockings and blue pumps with two inch heels. None of what she wore was calculated to arouse male attention yet her natural sensuality excited his libido even as she stood there doing nothing.
"I'm sure you noticed that I was away from the reception for a while yesterday," she noted casually. "I was with Don Foreman. He and I used to double date with my friends who got married yesterday. Don had a room in the hotel where the reception was. That's where the two of us went while you were, as several people told me later, dancing with all the ladies."
Kip had his head tilted back to watch her mouth as she spoke. It had been a year since he wedded Abby and, for him, it had been 12 wonderful months. He was thrilled to be with such an enticing female. At the same time, he knew that he was incapable of provoking from her, with his best efforts, the kind of excited reactions she got from him without even trying. Another thing he couldn't provoke from her was an orgasm, despite all that he took for himself, always quickly because she got him too excited to maintain his control. He had a bad feeling about the time she had spent yesterday with Don.
His worst fears were realized as she said, still sounding quite reasonable, "We went upstairs in the elevator. We were alone in there and shared a long deep kiss during the ride. We got out at his floor and went straight to his room. The instant the door was closed, he began to undress me. Don't look so shocked, Kip. I was totally willing. And I started unbuttoning his shirt, too. We kissed again. Your kisses are awkward and uncertain. His were assured and very definite in their intent. He held me in his arms, made me feel like he owned me. Then he stopped to get a bottle of wine he had put in the mini-fridge, uncork it, and pour us each a glass. He watched me take a sip. When I asked him why he wasn't drinking his, do you know what he said? He told me he wanted to taste it from my lips first. That's the sort of thing you have never said since I met you."
Kip couldn't break away from her penetrating gaze. "But, Abby, you shouldn't have gone there with him. I mean, we're... married."
"We are. And we will continue to be. But he can give me something that you cannot. He can make me happy in bed. I knew that from sleeping with him before I met you. And yesterday he demonstrated that he has only gotten better with time."
"You mean... The two of you...?"
She sighed. "Yes, Kip. We had sex. How long did you expect me to get by on your fumbling attempts at playing the male role? How long did you imagine I'd make do with your selfish concern only for your own satisfaction? Answer me that."
"I only... It's just that I get overexcited. I know you have needs but I'm never sure how to..."
She shook her head. "Let's finish this chat in the bedroom. Come along."
Abby turned, giving him an eyeful of her shapely backside in the well-fitted dress. As she walked away he was mesmerized by the sway of her bottom. He got up clumsily and followed. In the bedroom she told him to strip and lay on the bed on his back. Unsure of himself, he did as she said. Then she sat alongside him, still dressed.
"Look at you," she said with a tolerant smile. "You're getting excited just from this."
He asked nervously, "Is it... Is Don better because... I mean, is his -- um -- penis bigger than mine?"
"It is, dear. He has eight inches to your six. And he's quite thick. But that's not the reason. Before we got married I was with plenty of guys the same size as you. Oh, don't look so shocked. What did you think? That I stayed home and preserved my virginity? But guys with the same measurements as you got me off every time. If you and Don switched what you've got between your legs, I'm sure he could still satisfy me and you couldn't." She sighed. "It's just you, Kip. So I'm going to see Don whenever I please, probably at least twice a week, to get what I need."
"But Abby," he said with his voice quaking. "That's not..."
"Not what, Kip? Fair to you? The way things have been for the last year hasn't been fair to me. I gave you plenty of chances. I suggested that you use your mouth on me, but you think that's -- what was the word you used? -- icky." She chuckled. "So now we're going to do it my way."
"I..."
She shushed him. Then she reached over to lightly tease one of his nipples. He gasped and his nascent erection grew firmer. "Now I'll talk and you'll listen," she told him gently but firmly. "On the nights that I go out with Don you'll stay here. I'll have a list of chores for you each time, so that you don't get restless with too much time on your hands. You can help me get ready. Wash my back in the shower, paint my toenails, lay out the clothes I ask for. That sort of thing. When I get back you'll do whatever I say, like get me a glass of wine. Or rub my back, which I'll probably need because Don really works me over in bed." She got a dreamy look on her face. When Kip frowned she played with his other nipple, bringing him to full erection and distracting him from what he was thinking. "Understood?"
Breathing audibly, he answered, "Yes, dear." After a pause he carefully inquired, "And will you be -- er -- using your hands on me? Like now? And... other ways?"
"You mean will I be jerking you off? No, darling, you'll be doing that for yourself. What? You don't like that, either? Well, it's the way we're going to do it from now on."
"But I could..." He swallowed with difficulty. "... could do what you said. Use my mouth on you."
"Too late for that, honey. You're lucky I'm still going to let you see me in the shower and watch me get dressed. I could forbid you to ever see me naked again. But I'm being nice. I figure it'll help you when you play with yourself."
He blushed at her choice of words. It made him feel like a naughty boy with a dirty habit. She went back to teasing the first nipple and took his wrist with her free hand, directing his fingers to his cock. When he touched himself his hips jerked.
"Get a grip on yourself," she advised.
"I'm sorry. It's just that I'm kind of shook up."
"Dear, I didn't mean calm down. I meant get a grip on your dick. Go on. Be good and do what I tell you, unless you don't want to be allowed even to do that."
He quickly took hold of his penis and, still red in the face, experimentally stroked himself, feeling utterly ashamed. Even so, it felt good.
"There. See? You can do it. I'm sure you had plenty of practice before we got hitched. Right?"
Without thinking, he nodded. "Yes. I mean..."
She snickered. "It's okay, sweetie. I didn't really doubt it. And I imagine you've even done it since we got married." She drilled him with her gaze and asked very seriously. "Haven't you?"
He cringed and lowered his eyes. "Only a few times. It's..."
"No need to explain, love. You were a part-time jerk-off then and you're going to be a full-time wanker now. Honestly, it's the best solution all around."
He felt defeated. Meekly he said, "Yes, dear." He was still stroking himself. "Should I -- uh -- do it now?"
"Oh no," she told him firmly. "In fact, you can stop. Kip?"
He moaned softly and removed his hand. "I... I'm sorry."
She had him feeling vulnerable and guilty. That pleased her. She had to suppress a grin. Look at him, buck naked, aroused, and not allowed to cover himself or get any sexual relief. She had been practical up to that point but now the new control she had over her husband was getting her wet. Her nipples were hard. She got a special thrill from what she said next.
"Kip, I'm going to limit how often you're allowed to ejaculate. You'll be able to play with your dick several times each week. I know that'll make you feel good and I don't want to be mean. But I don't want you getting into a new version of your old selfish mindset. So you can pull your pud but not squirt. Of course, I'll have to watch, just to be sure. And then, maybe once a week, or every ten days, I'll let you shoot into a wad of tissues. I think that's fair. Don't you?"
"You're going to... watch me?"
"Well, lover, you've been masturbating inside my pussy. I mean, that's what sex with you has been like. And I've certainly watched you while you did that. So yes, I'm going to be there keeping an eye on things every single time. Correct?"
"Well... okay," he said miserably. Then, a spark of hope in his voice, he wondered out loud, "Will you... touch my chest? Like you were doing earlier?"
"Play with your nipples? No, Kip, I won't. I will not be touching you at all. You're going to have to be your own partner. I'll have Don and you'll have you. And that's that."
Without any prompting from her he said, "All right."
"I know you might be concerned about my happiness," she went on, thrilled by how smoothly everything had gone. Now she wanted to add the finishing touch. "But don't worry. Don is a fantastic lover. Foreplay with him is incredible. And of course I try very hard to satisfy him as much as he does me. We just go on and on and on. Then there's the main act. He has absolute control and can keep going until I'm thoroughly satisfied. If you were one tenth that good we'd still be having sex, Kip. But you're not. You can't make me wrap my legs around you and holler. You can't do anything for me in the bedroom. But I'll be well taken care of." She smiled dreamily. "Very well taken care of."
"Y... yes, Abby."
"Right now I'm going to call Don to tell him how understanding you're being. You can stay here and rub my calves while I talk to him. We have to make plans for our first date. I don't mind you listening in. Hey, maybe you can even make suggestions -- after I'm done talking to him." She chuckled. "I'll try not to let it turn into phone sex, though with Don anything could happen."
She laughed out loud. Kip wasn't sure if she was just tickled by that idea or if she was laughing at the lowly state to which she had reduced him. Either way, his marriage was ruined. He had been un-husbanded. It was demeaning. And he would be so frustrated from not being allowed to finish -- to finish himself -- except when she decided he could. Once a week? Or every ten days? Or -- She could make it for as long as she chose. He had a frightening vision of her extending his enforced celibacy to a month at a time, all the while having him help her in the bath, assist her when she dressed, and give her rubdowns, like he was doing then to her firm calves. Naked, his penis rigid, his balls drawn up tight, he kept massaging her lower legs.
"Hello, Don?" she said into the phone. "Everything is set. We are going to have so much fun together. Why don't we start tomorrow night? Yes? Oh, that's perfect. I can't wait. You want me to wear what? That is so dirty. If I wear that to bed it's going to make me feel like your whore. So that's how I'll behave, like a complete slut who'll do anything and everything you say. Hope you can wait until then."
She snapped her fingers at Kip and indicated that he should switch to her other leg. Then she went on chatting with Don, talking about where they would go to eat and how eager she would be all through the meal to get back to his place. Kip felt worse and worse. He knew he was going to feel that way all the time from then on. And he was already distractingly horny. How much worse would that become? He dreaded to think about it.
What would his new life be like by their second anniversary? Or their fifth?
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Kip was sitting at the dinner table, finishing his dessert, a slice of cake left over from the wedding he had attended with his wife the day before. He was thinking about the reception when she called him from the living room.
"Dear," Abby said in her clear contralto voice. "As soon as you're done out there, please come here. We need to have a chat."
He was immediately concerned. A chat about what? He mentally ran over his behavior at the reception. After a glass of champagne he danced with several of the women, holding them extra close during the slow dances. But he hadn't thought Abby noticed it. He hadn't even seen her in the reception hall for about a half hour. He popped the last forkful of cake into his mouth and, still chewing, hurried to see what she wanted.
Abby stood there, arms folded, a cool look on her face. He swallowed the cake and wiped icing from the corners of his mouth with his fingers, then had to lick his fingertips to get rid of the sticky residue. She pointed to the easy chair and he sat there, feeling dwarfed by the huge old piece of furniture. His wife stepped in front of him and, for a long moment, said nothing. Kip allowed himself to unhurriedly run his eyes over her. As always, he was entranced by his wife's grace, beauty, and sexuality.
Like him she was about 5 foot 8, though in heels she had a height advantage. Abby's thick coppery hair, worn shoulder length, with bangs, framed her patrician face. Though her features were somewhat regal -- face long, cheekbones pronounced, nose straight, chin a bit sharp -- they were dominated by her overripe mouth, lips full and expressively mobile, and at the moment colored with deep red lipstick that contrasted with her almost pale complexion.
Her body was also long, with modest breasts and hips that flared only slightly. Her legs were shapely and her feet small. At the moment she was wearing a one piece dress, light blue, with a wide black belt. She also had on flesh colored stockings and blue pumps with two inch heels. None of what she wore was calculated to arouse male attention yet her natural sensuality excited his libido even as she stood there doing nothing.
"I'm sure you noticed that I was away from the reception for a while yesterday," she noted casually. "I was with Don Foreman. He and I used to double date with my friends who got married yesterday. Don had a room in the hotel where the reception was. That's where the two of us went while you were, as several people told me later, dancing with all the ladies."
Kip had his head tilted back to watch her mouth as she spoke. It had been a year since he wedded Abby and, for him, it had been 12 wonderful months. He was thrilled to be with such an enticing female. At the same time, he knew that he was incapable of provoking from her, with his best efforts, the kind of excited reactions she got from him without even trying. Another thing he couldn't provoke from her was an orgasm, despite all that he took for himself, always quickly because she got him too excited to maintain his control. He had a bad feeling about the time she had spent yesterday with Don.
His worst fears were realized as she said, still sounding quite reasonable, "We went upstairs in the elevator. We were alone in there and shared a long deep kiss during the ride. We got out at his floor and went straight to his room. The instant the door was closed, he began to undress me. Don't look so shocked, Kip. I was totally willing. And I started unbuttoning his shirt, too. We kissed again. Your kisses are awkward and uncertain. His were assured and very definite in their intent. He held me in his arms, made me feel like he owned me. Then he stopped to get a bottle of wine he had put in the mini-fridge, uncork it, and pour us each a glass. He watched me take a sip. When I asked him why he wasn't drinking his, do you know what he said? He told me he wanted to taste it from my lips first. That's the sort of thing you have never said since I met you."
Kip couldn't break away from her penetrating gaze. "But, Abby, you shouldn't have gone there with him. I mean, we're... married."
"We are. And we will continue to be. But he can give me something that you cannot. He can make me happy in bed. I knew that from sleeping with him before I met you. And yesterday he demonstrated that he has only gotten better with time."
"You mean... The two of you...?"
She sighed. "Yes, Kip. We had sex. How long did you expect me to get by on your fumbling attempts at playing the male role? How long did you imagine I'd make do with your selfish concern only for your own satisfaction? Answer me that."
"I only... It's just that I get overexcited. I know you have needs but I'm never sure how to..."
She shook her head. "Let's finish this chat in the bedroom. Come along."
Abby turned, giving him an eyeful of her shapely backside in the well-fitted dress. As she walked away he was mesmerized by the sway of her bottom. He got up clumsily and followed. In the bedroom she told him to strip and lay on the bed on his back. Unsure of himself, he did as she said. Then she sat alongside him, still dressed.
"Look at you," she said with a tolerant smile. "You're getting excited just from this."
He asked nervously, "Is it... Is Don better because... I mean, is his -- um -- penis bigger than mine?"
"It is, dear. He has eight inches to your six. And he's quite thick. But that's not the reason. Before we got married I was with plenty of guys the same size as you. Oh, don't look so shocked. What did you think? That I stayed home and preserved my virginity? But guys with the same measurements as you got me off every time. If you and Don switched what you've got between your legs, I'm sure he could still satisfy me and you couldn't." She sighed. "It's just you, Kip. So I'm going to see Don whenever I please, probably at least twice a week, to get what I need."
"But Abby," he said with his voice quaking. "That's not..."
"Not what, Kip? Fair to you? The way things have been for the last year hasn't been fair to me. I gave you plenty of chances. I suggested that you use your mouth on me, but you think that's -- what was the word you used? -- icky." She chuckled. "So now we're going to do it my way."
"I..."
She shushed him. Then she reached over to lightly tease one of his nipples. He gasped and his nascent erection grew firmer. "Now I'll talk and you'll listen," she told him gently but firmly. "On the nights that I go out with Don you'll stay here. I'll have a list of chores for you each time, so that you don't get restless with too much time on your hands. You can help me get ready. Wash my back in the shower, paint my toenails, lay out the clothes I ask for. That sort of thing. When I get back you'll do whatever I say, like get me a glass of wine. Or rub my back, which I'll probably need because Don really works me over in bed." She got a dreamy look on her face. When Kip frowned she played with his other nipple, bringing him to full erection and distracting him from what he was thinking. "Understood?"
Breathing audibly, he answered, "Yes, dear." After a pause he carefully inquired, "And will you be -- er -- using your hands on me? Like now? And... other ways?"
"You mean will I be jerking you off? No, darling, you'll be doing that for yourself. What? You don't like that, either? Well, it's the way we're going to do it from now on."
"But I could..." He swallowed with difficulty. "... could do what you said. Use my mouth on you."
"Too late for that, honey. You're lucky I'm still going to let you see me in the shower and watch me get dressed. I could forbid you to ever see me naked again. But I'm being nice. I figure it'll help you when you play with yourself."
He blushed at her choice of words. It made him feel like a naughty boy with a dirty habit. She went back to teasing the first nipple and took his wrist with her free hand, directing his fingers to his cock. When he touched himself his hips jerked.
"Get a grip on yourself," she advised.
"I'm sorry. It's just that I'm kind of shook up."
"Dear, I didn't mean calm down. I meant get a grip on your dick. Go on. Be good and do what I tell you, unless you don't want to be allowed even to do that."
He quickly took hold of his penis and, still red in the face, experimentally stroked himself, feeling utterly ashamed. Even so, it felt good.
"There. See? You can do it. I'm sure you had plenty of practice before we got hitched. Right?"
Without thinking, he nodded. "Yes. I mean..."
She snickered. "It's okay, sweetie. I didn't really doubt it. And I imagine you've even done it since we got married." She drilled him with her gaze and asked very seriously. "Haven't you?"
He cringed and lowered his eyes. "Only a few times. It's..."
"No need to explain, love. You were a part-time jerk-off then and you're going to be a full-time wanker now. Honestly, it's the best solution all around."
He felt defeated. Meekly he said, "Yes, dear." He was still stroking himself. "Should I -- uh -- do it now?"
"Oh no," she told him firmly. "In fact, you can stop. Kip?"
He moaned softly and removed his hand. "I... I'm sorry."
She had him feeling vulnerable and guilty. That pleased her. She had to suppress a grin. Look at him, buck naked, aroused, and not allowed to cover himself or get any sexual relief. She had been practical up to that point but now the new control she had over her husband was getting her wet. Her nipples were hard. She got a special thrill from what she said next.
"Kip, I'm going to limit how often you're allowed to ejaculate. You'll be able to play with your dick several times each week. I know that'll make you feel good and I don't want to be mean. But I don't want you getting into a new version of your old selfish mindset. So you can pull your pud but not squirt. Of course, I'll have to watch, just to be sure. And then, maybe once a week, or every ten days, I'll let you shoot into a wad of tissues. I think that's fair. Don't you?"
"You're going to... watch me?"
"Well, lover, you've been masturbating inside my pussy. I mean, that's what sex with you has been like. And I've certainly watched you while you did that. So yes, I'm going to be there keeping an eye on things every single time. Correct?"
"Well... okay," he said miserably. Then, a spark of hope in his voice, he wondered out loud, "Will you... touch my chest? Like you were doing earlier?"
"Play with your nipples? No, Kip, I won't. I will not be touching you at all. You're going to have to be your own partner. I'll have Don and you'll have you. And that's that."
Without any prompting from her he said, "All right."
"I know you might be concerned about my happiness," she went on, thrilled by how smoothly everything had gone. Now she wanted to add the finishing touch. "But don't worry. Don is a fantastic lover. Foreplay with him is incredible. And of course I try very hard to satisfy him as much as he does me. We just go on and on and on. Then there's the main act. He has absolute control and can keep going until I'm thoroughly satisfied. If you were one tenth that good we'd still be having sex, Kip. But you're not. You can't make me wrap my legs around you and holler. You can't do anything for me in the bedroom. But I'll be well taken care of." She smiled dreamily. "Very well taken care of."
"Y... yes, Abby."
"Right now I'm going to call Don to tell him how understanding you're being. You can stay here and rub my calves while I talk to him. We have to make plans for our first date. I don't mind you listening in. Hey, maybe you can even make suggestions -- after I'm done talking to him." She chuckled. "I'll try not to let it turn into phone sex, though with Don anything could happen."
She laughed out loud. Kip wasn't sure if she was just tickled by that idea or if she was laughing at the lowly state to which she had reduced him. Either way, his marriage was ruined. He had been un-husbanded. It was demeaning. And he would be so frustrated from not being allowed to finish -- to finish himself -- except when she decided he could. Once a week? Or every ten days? Or -- She could make it for as long as she chose. He had a frightening vision of her extending his enforced celibacy to a month at a time, all the while having him help her in the bath, assist her when she dressed, and give her rubdowns, like he was doing then to her firm calves. Naked, his penis rigid, his balls drawn up tight, he kept massaging her lower legs.
"Hello, Don?" she said into the phone. "Everything is set. We are going to have so much fun together. Why don't we start tomorrow night? Yes? Oh, that's perfect. I can't wait. You want me to wear what? That is so dirty. If I wear that to bed it's going to make me feel like your whore. So that's how I'll behave, like a complete slut who'll do anything and everything you say. Hope you can wait until then."
She snapped her fingers at Kip and indicated that he should switch to her other leg. Then she went on chatting with Don, talking about where they would go to eat and how eager she would be all through the meal to get back to his place. Kip felt worse and worse. He knew he was going to feel that way all the time from then on. And he was already distractingly horny. How much worse would that become? He dreaded to think about it.
What would his new life be like by their second anniversary? Or their fifth?
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