Say The Word

Say The Word (bi)

I took a fishing trip to the far great North once and I almost died. If it weren't for the hospitality of the indigenous Inuit people I would have.

I was brought in from the cold, wrapped naked in warm hides. And if that wasn't enough a beautiful naked maiden slept with me to keep me warm. I don't know if this is how all Inuit would have done it. But this is what the young ladies father did.

Within a month Pipaluk became my wife. Soon we moved back to New York where, with the help of Hollywood movies, she learned quickly to fit in - mostly.

She learned English well, except for the sex words. This was an area her upbringing didn't prepare her for. Her family certainly did a lot of things differently than mine anyway. Probably in part because of how many generations lived in one house.

Pipa, whose name means 'sweet thing', was an innocent childish angel. Until I changed her.  

I just wanted her to talk dirty in bed, just a little. But as my mother would say, 'the littlest pebbles can make the biggest ripples.' Or as Pipa's mother would say, 'when the smallest icebergs tip over they are the biggest.'

So about two years into a pretty good marriage, it was an average night, if not boring, and we were just watching something equally boring on the History Channel.  

I looked down at the top of her head and with my dick close to her pure mouth I wanted to tell her that she was the most adorable cocksucker. It would have thrilled me to no end. I would have finished in a New York minute. But I didn't dare use that word.  

She wasn't actually sucking me. Her head was resting on my shoulder while her tiny hand lightly touched my balls. Really it was resting on my thigh and just the side was in contact with my testicle. She did move it a bit to caress me. But she left the actual jacking up to me.  

This was how we watched TV some nights when I had needs. She never seems to have needs. When she does have sex I feel like it's because to her it's a marital duty. Furthermore, sex is only for the weekends, and only on the bed, and only in complete silence.

But to her there was no conflict between watching tv and fooling around at the same time because I had once explained that stuff with a hand wasn't sex and she always believed me. I had actually said if it wasn't intercourse then it wasn't sex. Though I didn't use the word 'intercourse' because she wouldn't have known the word. I did this to get around the weekend only rule. This may have been a mistake, and to quote my wife, 'little bears become big ones.'

So there we were, me jacking off with her hand next to my balls. Eventually my breathing grew short. My hand yanked urgently. And she moved out of the way really fast when I warned her it was time. If nothing else she was understanding of my needs.

I cleaned up with a rag in the master bath scheming about how I might change her.  For us. We needed something more than a Saturday romp and a few handjobs during the week. No marriage could survive long with only that and I think she knew it too. Just neither one of us knew how to fix it.

"Honey, she said, "Does this Canadian show look good?"

"I don't know. I can't see the TV from in here. Just start it. I'll be there in a minute." And that was our hum drum night.

The next day I walked past a newsstand and the cover of a woman's magazine said, "The Best Porn for Women." I bought it on the spot.  

The article said that all women are turned on by erotic images; they just don't always know it. Turns out they did this test where they put sensors inside women's vaginas, had them watch porn, and asked them if they were aroused. Half the women reported being aroused but all of them showed physiological responses of arousal.  The thing that caught my attention was that it said ALL women get turned on. So obviously that would include women raised north of the arctic circle.

So I rented a very very mildly sexy movie. But swapped out the cassette with a porno specifically recommended to me by the guy in the store so we would 'accidentally' watch the wrong movie. The porn was also super tame, not even really X-rated - more of a hard R. It was supposed to have some suggestive scenes and language. I figured I would gradually amp up the heat over time.  

I came out of the bathroom without my pants. This was the signal that tonight was one of those nights that I had a need. We hit "play" and I climbed into bed whereupon she snuggled up next to me. We always started with her hand on my chest but knowing what I needed she moved it down over time.  

These days shows on cable can be pretty raunchy so she never noticed anything was off. In the movie this girl was in bed with her boyfriend then she ended up pleasuring him with her mouth. It showed some side boob and the quickest glimpse of his erection. The penetration was not actually shown as we could only see the back of her head. The critically important thing, the reason I chose the movie, was that it would not be obvious that it was a porno.  

Unfortunately, Pipa fell asleep half way through my handjob. Her hand was still in contact with my balls and I finished just fine making sure not to get any on her.  The event was effective if not totally lacking in passion.

Cleaning up in the bathroom I heard her say, "Sorry Honey. I guess I dozed off. Looks like it turned out OK for you?"

"Yep. Just cleaning up now."

"Hey, it's only seven o'clock. You were fast. Must have been the movie. It looks kind of racy."

"I bet you're right." I was afraid to ask but I couldn't resist, "Did you like it?"

"I DO! Let's start it over and I won't fall asleep this time. The storyline is so different, in a good way. With the love triangle and all. You know Jack, where I grew up there was no such thing as a love triangle. Is that what did it for you?"

"The storyline, huh?" That magazine was right. She didn't even know why she liked it. "Oh, right." I answered, "The storyline. And the language. The language did it." I had to get her turned on by the language.  After all, my whole goal was to introduce dirty talk to our love life. If someday I could just get her to say something dirty, something like, "My pussy is wet.", well then I'd be satisfied.

When I returned to bed she'd switched it back to the Canadian show. "I'm just gonna nod off again. Let's pick up on the first one where it left off tomorrow. Then we can find out which man she choses." She rolled over then asked me one more question, "What was the best line? The word that did you in?"

I so wanted to say 'cocksucker' but honestly I didn't even know if they used the word. With reservations I told her, "It was the word, you know, the word 'blowjob', just hearing the word adds a thrill to the story."

"You English are a mystery. Or is this a man thing?"

On my way home the next day I stopped by the video store and got one that was just a smidgen more explicit.  

Emerging pantsless from the commode I found that she already had a movie for us. "What happened to yesterday's movie?" I asked.

"Oh, I finished that on my own."

"Good thing I got us another."

"Oh I already did that too. It's starting now."

The new movie was called "Splendor": a movie about two guys who move in with one woman. It turned out to be racy too. Her subconscious must be working overtime.  Maybe I'd already wakened something in her. I hoped the vocabulary would be spicy.

In the movie the three of them ended up in bed all together. I was really expecting to see the movie imply that she gave both guys a blowjob the way it was unfolding. When the woman in the movie was naked and sandwiched between both studs Pipa's hand actually cupped my balls.  

I lost it, shooting my load before I could even warn her. "Aiiaii!" She screamed. "You're gonna shoot me in the eye."

"No, I promise, I pointed it away."

"Well, warn me next time."

"Sorry, I was just too excited."

As I stood in front of the sink with a wet washcloth I heard her talking to me. "You're missing your favorite part, Jack. The part where they become best buds."

"Why would that be my favorite part?"

"Oh, because they used that word you were talking about."

Honestly, I wasn't following. Shouting back from the bathroom I asked, "What word is that dear?"

She called back clearly, "Blowjob."

I came dashing back into the room, "Did you just say it? What I thought you said?"

"It's no big deal. I was just describing the plot as it unfolded."

"Say it again! Let's make love. I can do it twice if you just say the word." I'd forgotten it was a weekday.

"Oh honey. You're unbelievable. You can't do it again. But don't you want to hear what happened in the movie when you were out of the room? Then if you still want to make love..." I couldn't believe what she was agreeing to.

I climbed in bed next to her, "What did I miss?"

"Ok, so the three are in bed and there's all this tension. We know the two guys both like the girl. But which guy does the girl like? The director alludes to the idea that she likes them both."

Then I asked all excited, "And she uses the word blowjob?"

"No no wait. So the scene cuts and we're supposed to conclude that some sexual activity occurred." Just hearing her say 'sexual activity' seemed like a milestone too.

"Then the two guys are talking in the bathroom and Paul says, 'That was an amazing blowjob, buddy.' Right? And we're all thinking that there was a blowjob between her and Paul."

I was floored. She just said the word two more times.

"And Ray answers back, 'Yea, a great blowjob. Thanks buddy.' Right? He said 'thanks buddy'." She wore this huge amused grin, "That just blows my mind!"

After that she leaned over and we kissed passionately. More passionately than in years. She heard the word blowjob twice in a movie then she repeated it three times and the next thing you know we're making passionate love on a Tuesday. With actual PIV intercourse. I would kill to make this a regular thing. Part way through our lovemaking it dawned on me that while my bride knew a blowjob had been exchanged - she might not actually know what one was.

The very next night I emerged from the bathroom in my nightclothes. She seemed disappointed, "Oh, you don't have any needs tonight?"

"I guess not." Apparently, with those lame words, I blew my chance for more action.

Disappointed, I got in bed and we snuggled. She started talking, "I saw this list of all the best movies on Netflix with love triangles. Since it's your new favorite genre I've got one cued up."

I don't know why she thought it was my favorite genre 'cause I didn't really care. If I was lucky there would be some dirty words in it.

We watched this old film called "Entertaining Mr. Sloane" It was a pretty fucked up movie about this guy who gets taken in by a brother and sister but then gets blackmailed into having sex individually with both when they catch him committing a murder. The next thing I know her hand was down my pants touching my growing penis. I couldn't stop myself. Suddenly my dick was jerking and twitching. I was all ready to rouse her with a warning so I wouldn't shoot her in the eye if it came to that.

I guess I must have unwittingly pushed on her shoulder because the next thing I knew the tip of my dick had touched my half asleep wife's lips waking her up. I was SO apologetic, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, really, it was an accident."

She put her head back up on my shoulder, "Accidents happen. It's alright." I was resigned to accept my lost orgasm. But her hand never left my dick even now that she was fully conscious. With a single hip thrust I pushed my erection through her encircling fingers and shot all over my chest, warning her, "Here it comes!"

She got up on one elbow, "I didn't know you could do it like that. Without your hand?"

"Oh yea, your hand is a thousand times better than mine."

"Oh." She rested on my shoulder again. A few silent minutes went by and then she said, "Well, since it's better, we should do it that way every time." Ecstatic, I grabbed some tissue and wiped up without even going to the bathroom.

In a short while both of us were falling asleep. I mused, "The movie didn't even have any sexy words in it. I think it was your hand." Then I felt bold, "And your lips."

She slurred mostly asleep, "It was the plot."

Not taking any chances, I came to bed naked the next night. We watched a foreign flick. Two teens were on a roadtrip with an older woman. The dance scene was crazy and boring. In it the three are dancing then from nowhere the boys are dancing with each other. She must have agreed this was the boring part because it was exactly then that she started, not just touching my dick, but actually stroking it. Ten seconds into the hand job and she leaned down to briefly touch her lips to my penis. There was no doubt it was intentional.

"Now! Now! Get out of the way now!"

As I was cleaning up she said, "It couldn't have been the word. If they said 'blowjob' we wouldn't even had known it since it wasn't in English."

I had to agree, "Yea, it wasn't the words."

"Admit it. It was the plot." And now she was arguing with me about who was right. Just like any other couple.

"Nooo, it wasn't the plot. It was your hand and lips."

"How would you know without really trying the different options. You've been telling me for a week it's the words and now you're changing your mind. You obviously don't know." Her hand lingered on my now shrunken dick. "Look. Nothing is happening. It doesn't seem to be my hand. It was the plot."

"It was your lips."

"It's ok to be confused." She said. "You're like a weed in a river." This was a saying I didn't know but I think she was saying I was stupid. She had never doubted me before. Then looking deep into my eyes as if searching my soul she suggested,"We'll just have a puzzle."

"A puzzle? How's that?" Then I figured out what she meant, "You mean a test?"

"Don't you see? Every movie we've seen this week had a love triangle and that's what's doing it for you. Sexual tension. Not knowing who will go with who. We're going to have a threesome and then you'll see."

I was floored, "Do you even know what a threesome is?"

She spoke fast and full of fire, "Don't be a jerk and assume I don't know things. It's a ménage à trois, which is French and translates into a household managed by three people. In the movies this could be another name for a love triangle. But in the real life it could be any time three people have to work together really closely."

As wrong as she was, I wasn't willing to go down that rabbit hole, "Um, never mind."

She smiled smugly and I let it go.

Unfortunately, two days later I got home from work and there was a guy sitting at our kitchen table. She introduced him as Mark from her night class. She kept giving each of us tasks to do to get dinner ready so in no time the three of us had served dinner.

So after a time I asked, "So what's the purpose of our party tonight? Just socializing or do you two have a project due?"

Setting dessert on the table she answered matter of factly, "He's here for our ménage à trois." I literally spit out my wine.

"Honey," I pleaded, "can I see you in the other room?" Once there I explained, "Mark's expecting to have sex with us."

She giggled, "Don't be silly. I asked him to have a threesome with us and he's just being helpful."

"A threesome! What the fuck! Sex, that's the normal meaning of that phase, and that's what he expects for his needs. And, and I could never stand to see another man put his penis in your..." We had never used a word together for that part of her. So I just looked down at her pussy."

Weirdly, alluding to the word and visualizing Mark putting his cock in her pussy made my heart beat fast and my stomach flutter. But I needed to protect her innocence, "Just promise me that'll never happen."

She giggled again then said, "Ohhh, oh I see. Of course, no, no worries. We won't be having any sex. I would never." I figured she would set things straight now.

We went back into the kitchen with Mark and she instantly and bluntly said, "You know we're not gonna be having any sex today. Now come into the bedroom with us."

I had no will to withstand the mounting sexual tension so I gave in. Anything was better than never-ending boredom. I'd die to have an exciting sex life. She had me lie down on the bed while she crouched on her knees between my legs. It was too weird with Mark standing right there. But at the same time this was the most sexual thing I had ever known my wife to do. I just couldn't get the image of her blowing me out of my mind and I was powerless to stop it all from happening.

She placed her hand on my crotch over my cock. After a minute she announced, "See? Nothing. It's not the touch." It was only then that I understood the test she had mentioned days earlier.

Mark was like, "Of course not. He's gotta take his clothes off. Skin to skin."

I shouldn't have gone along with it, but I hadn't felt this level of lust for two years now. As soon as I was naked, and extremely nervous, she put her hand on my dick once again.

To my embarrassment, in a long moment, she announced, "Nothing." Then without a shy bone in her lovely body she bent over and pressed her lips to my cock. She didn't suck or lick, she just held them there. And to my shame, despite the overwhelming desire in my chest, my dick never stirred. She lifted her lips off of my reluctant dick long enough to look me in the eyes and enunciate, "Blowjob." Then, apparently still not knowing what a blowjob is, she waited patiently for anything to happen.

I was desperate for anything real to happen, "I think if Mark went home it would work."

She dismissed my thought with a laugh, "That's no test." She looked to Mark, "Your turn. Put your hand here."

I was sure he would just walk out. Instead he took two strides as confident as can be and put his hand on my dick. Pipa declared, "It's starting to look like a spear needs a target. Which means you were wrong." The pressure was too much. How could I be expected to rise to the occasion under these circumstances?

Mark asked her, "What's supposed to happen?" His confusion only made me feel worse while emboldening Pipa.

In reply she merely answered, "Just as I thought. That's not going to do it. Switch!"

I just kinda watched them to see who was gonna do what. Mark took my place while Pipa pulled me up next to her.

With no delay she placed her hand on Mark's cock and we watched it start to grow. "Hmm?" She said, "What's that mean?"

Grabbing my hand, she plopped it down on the expanding member. It only swelled more. She looked at me with a look that was half perplexed and half scowl. "I didn't expect that."

Before I knew what was happening her luscious lips were planted firmly on the underside of Mark's big cock and he was ecstatically telling us how much he liked her lips on his big dick and he even used those two words. That man looked so incredibly happy that inexplicably his arousal turned me on beyond anything I'd ever felt. Mumbling, with her lips still in contact with his flesh, she said the word: 'blowjob' causing my cock to grew as hard as a rock.

But, just as she did when she and I were alone, she was waiting for him to cum as proof that it was the touching or the words that had the effect. Of course, he didn't cum.

Finally my sexy snow queen gave me a questioning glance, "There's only one thing left to try." She pointed the imposing spear at me, "it's your turn to put your lips on it."

"Pipa, I don't know about that!? I've never done anything like that before."

"Come on, Jack, I put my lips on his big dick." And when I heard her say 'big dick' my own grew two inches. "You have to do it. The strength of the pack is in the wolf."

Defeated by her insistence and my own throbbing dick I bent over fearfully touching my lips ever so l lightly to the demanding and needy cock.

And with my lips on the manly beast she put her mouth next to my ear and whispered the word clear as day: "Blowjob."

She sat back to appraise the results, "Look! You're BOTH big.

Then she said the word again but with a sexual excitement in her voice I had never ever heard before: "Blowjob!"

Looking to me expectantly our guest joined in: "Blowjob!"

A second later and the two of them were spitting the word out of their mouths: "Blowjob, bulowjob! BLOWJOB. Blooowjobb."

I was warming to the idea. I mean, what I really wanted to see was my wife giving Mark's big cock a blowjob. But if all she did was say the word with such desire then I could be the one to blow his cock.

Mark had his own answer to the dilemma, "You should both suck my cock together."

Pipa seemed to not even know he was in the room. Looking deep into my eyes with a heaving chest she pronounced, "Baby, I think I was wrong. It IS the words. You're always right. He said those words and now I have this uncontrollable urge to suck his cock. It's the words, Jack!"

I was so incredibly turned on hearing her talk about sucking a cock, I practically screamed, "Yes, it's the fucking words."

Instead I exclaimed in great zeal, "Oh. Well, then you should suck this cock!" I waved it at her.

My yearning to see her lips sucking a cock, any cock, gripped me tightly and I whispered hoarsely, "It's OK. Suck it."

She pressed her full red lips to the bottom of his pulsing rod. I was enthralled. But when I noticed her throat muscles swallowing and her lips pursing as she sucked on the one little spot where she'd made contact my own cock started pulsing to match her rhythm even as it was confirmed that she had no idea what a blowjob actually was.

Mark was like, "No, you gotta lick it too. And suck on the end."

The look on her face of utter bewilderment was palpable. I wanted to see her plunge down on Mark's cock. To lick it till it was slick. To slide her lips up and down. To bring it to the back of her mouth and just maybe to take it down her throat. How long would it take her to comprehend even the best directions we might give?

So I offered to help, "It needs to be slick first." She didn't understand so I elaborated, "lubricated... slithery..." And saying so I just knew there was only one way. Time possibility somehow I don't know. I can't imagine quite a bunch of these things anger and intelligence Cathedral

Taking the big cock from her hand and grasping it firmly I ran my tongue all over the thick spear's shaft. "Now do that."

I gave it back to her and she licked the base all over to Mark's loud delight. My own dick pulsed and twitched more strongly as I fought the urge to waste my load on the bedspread. "Am I doing it right, Jack?"

Mark said, "You're doing amazing darlin'. Now Jack, show her how to grease the knob."

Turning to face me she asked with total innocence, "Grease... the... knob...?"

Mark never waited for me to answer. He just grabbed my head, pulling my lips to his shiny bulbous helmet while jamming the cum-whetted knob into me. And I felt Pipa's eyes on me the instant it started.

It felt hot and alive and I swear I could feel his heartbeat. And it needed one of us to suck it. So I swirled. I lapped. And I let strings of saliva fall onto his club, finally giving the end a kiss before handing it back to Pipa.

My eyes were riveted on the place where her lips touched his cock. She wrapped them around the fat end swirling and lapping as I had demonstrated. She only did it for about a minute until she pointed it back to me, "What next?"

Gobbling up the big cock I plunged deep then bobbed repeatedly wanting nothing more than to bring him close to his climax. I didn't know how tiring it was to suck a cock, so growing weary I stopped to catch my breath, "Your turn."

She bobbed as I had and it was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen in my life. She didn't grow tired like I had and apparently there was no stopping her.

Eventually, Mark thrust wildly into Pipa's mouth screaming, "Oh yea! Eat my slimy spunk!" With a series of loud grunts and groans I witnessed his balls contract along with multiple spasms while he creamed her virginal mouth with his spoo.

Tough as nails trooper that she was, she took it all, never once trying to pull off or complain in any way. But when he was done she didn't stop either. Her cheeks were hollowed out as she sucked every last drop of cum through Mark's tube.

Finally, with much thrashing and evasive jerking, he pushing her off exclaiming, "Shit! It gets too sensitive. You gotta stop at the end."

If she noticed, she didn't care. Sitting up she wiped her lips with two fingers then Pipa slapped my arm with her other hand and I was sure the unexpected disgusting flavor of Mark's cum had infuriated her. "Mmm, that's better than igunaq." There was no escaping the broad smile that had crept across her face. "All this time I could have been devouring your slimy spu-unk and you never once offered it to me." And for good measure she slapped my shoulder again, licking her fingers clean.

Then it was my turn to grin, "Tell you what, if you and Mark suck my big cock I'll be sure to let you devour my slimy spunk."

A tiny shiver ran through her sexy body, "Oh those words. Say 'em again, Jack."

I laid down where Mark had been as he got up next to Pipa. "I want you and Mark to lick my big cock all over then I'm gonna feed you all my slimy spunk."

Pipa practically dove onto my cock taking it half way in on her first go. She left barely any room for Mark but he squeezed his head down between my legs sucking my balls into his mouth.

She started sliding her lips up and down, plunging my cock into her mouth, then she suddenly stopped, "Use the words, Jack. Use them all."

"Yes Pipa. Suck me, suck my cock like a good girl. Suck it hard and I'll give you my creamy treat. Yes! Suck the crown. Tongue the frenulum... Lick my meatus..."

It had been barely a minute before I couldn't hold out any longer, "Here it comes. Eat my spunk, baby!" And I filled her up as fast as she could swallow.

Exhausted I fell back onto the bed only to suffer the same fate Mark had, "Aagh, stop. Whoa that's too much."

For the second time this evening she sat up wiping cum smeared lips, stuffing my errant splooge back between into her mouth with a huge smile. Mystified, I asked, "Still better than iguanak?"

Pipa corrected me, "Igunaq." Next, without knowing why I wasn't keen on the idea she bent over to kiss me, "Here, have a taste for yourself." At least the bitter crap wasn't Mark's.

She was ecstatic, "Yummy, right?" I made a sour expression. "How soon till you can do it again? Because I want it with breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

"Give me five minutes and you can have another. But honestly, It's only normal to do it once a day."

I'd forgotten about Mark until he added, "If it's alright with you I can provide a serving a day too."

I started to object, "Hang on there. She's MY wife..." Then the absolute heat of seeing her with a cock in her mouth overtook me again, "But if I can watch..."

"If you watch you gotta help her like today." Reflecting on the experience I agreed with a nod. Mark continued, "And I'm gonna want to finish in your mouth once in a while."

Pipa ribbed him with her elbow, "Hey! That's supposed to be mine."

"But you have Jack whenever you want him. Don't be greedy. There's plenty to share."

Pipa kissed me, "Yea, we'll share like this." There were definitely some things about this I didn't like. But it certainly wouldn't be boring.

After Mark left I asked, "Pipa? What on Earth gave you the idea that we should have a man into our bedroom?

She fell into deep contemplation. At first she said, "You have needs... I have needs... He had needs..." but then she rejected that as the reason.

At last she had an answer for me in the form of one of her sayings, "a bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song."

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