I Made Her Do It - Pt. 01

As it is with many couples, our foray into the world of kink began with me and my wife, Chris, talking about our fantasies. We didn't just throw it all out there; that would have been too scary. We fed each other small bits to see how the other would react. When there was no sense of alarm, or worse, disgust, we opened a little more.

I think some background would be helpful. I'm Nathan, I'm 25 and I met Chris when I was 22 and she was 18. I was recovering from the end of a five year relationship with my childhood sweetheart and Chris was new to the world of dating and a virgin. This was hard to believe given how attractive she is. At five foot eight she is leggy, having some of the sexiest thighs I had ever seen. Her butt is perfect and her breasts are small and cute, the way I like them. Her deep set eyes are light gray and capped with contrasting dark brown eyebrows that matched her shiny, long, dark brown hair.

Chris grew up in a very religious and dysfunctional household where her father was basically the king and she and her mother his subjects. To hear her mother tell it, sex was awful but wives were duty bound to let husbands have sex. Her mother warned her that anything other than sex with a husband was evil and sex with a husband was a necessary evil to keep peace in the family and prevent divorce. Her mother added that men were naturally disgusting in the area of sex.

Although I grew up in a liberal secular family where sex was not talked about with negativity, my sexual exploits were limited to my long term, high school girlfriend and one interesting encounter after our breakup.

My friends knew I was mourning the loss of my girlfriend and on one particular evening gathered to console me with beer and pot. I had the best sound system and with the girlfriend out of the way (their view, not mine) my place quickly became the best place to gather and commiserate the lack of upward mobility in our mundane lives. They kept me in the dark about their true plans for the evening.

Four friends were over that evening and the festivities were going as expected. Nothing unusual. Nothing special, just a good solid buzz. Then a fifth friend showed up with a tall blond woman. They joined us in beer drinking and pot smoking. A while after they arrived the friend that brought her asked if they could use a bedroom, bringing a shy smile to the woman's face. I said "sure" and they slipped off.

The rest of us giggled and commented on how brazen and rude it was of our friend to bring some slut over here to use the facilities, speculating on why he didn't take her somewhere more private. They all knew, of course; I was the only one not in on the secret.

After about 15 minutes the friend emerged without the woman. He said, "This one can't get enough; does anyone else want to have a go at her." One of guys jumped up and said, "I'm next," scurrying off to the bedroom to pound a second load in the woman.

Gary, the guy who brought her and drove the train out of the station, so to speak, explained that he met the girl a few weeks ago and she had soon after confided that her favorite thing was pulling trains. This sent my mind cascading as it had long been my favorite fantasy to be in on a train. It wasn't just about being in the lineup and letting my my cock slide into a pussy stretched loose and saturated with cum, though that thought was a turn on. I wanted to hear the sloshy sounds of my cock ramming into a well used slut pussy. I loved the thought of seeing a pussy hanging open and dripping from receiving multiple cocks in rapid succession. But the hottest of all of my related fantasies was smelling and tasting a pussy that several guys had just used as a cum dumpster. All I knew for sure was that I wanted to be last in line.

Every time a friend came out of the bedroom another one jumped up and rushed to replace him. I sat quiet. The last guy, other than me, had taken a turn and all eyes turned to me. While the goings on were not unusual to this particular group of friends, they all knew I was the least experienced with this level of kinkiness. "Well," one of them asked, looking at me daringly.

"My turn, I guess," I said as I got up and headed to the bedroom, trying to act cool, as if this kind of thing happens to me all the time.

I entered the room and looked at the beautiful woman on the bed. Even In the dimmed light I could see her glistening pussy with its cum glaze. It looked beautiful, but more than that it looked delicious in the sexual sense of the word.

We made eye contact and she said, "What would you like?"

"I could really use a blow job," I said, and she moved toward me as if to blow me as I stood in front of her. "No," I said. "Lay on your side." She did and I lay next to her in a 69 position and she looked at me astonished. "I need to taste you," I said.

"Oh," she said with obvious surprise. I think it was the first time a guy had been willing to eat her used pussy. We lay next to each other and she went to work on my cock as I dove face first into her pussy, instantly getting my face coated with the cum covering the area. My first thought was that it tasted as sexy as it looked. I sucked and slurped on her messy cunt as she ravaged my cock with her hungry mouth. We came together.

For me it was a confirmation that my fantasies were indeed as wonderful as I had imagined, especially eating used pussy. It was that fantasy in particular that I brought to my marriage, but even after we started sharing fantasies it was not one that I felt comfortable mentioning to Chris. I did talk about how hot it would be to see her with another man, but she said she didn't think she could do that.

I took a different approach and started asking if she was curious about how a bigger cock would feel, and she told me that girlfriends had confided how good something nice and thick feels. I told her I loved her very much and wanted her to have that experience. That seemed to open a door for her.

She had all of the questions you would expect from a typically possessive wife defending her home turf, accusations really. She was sure it was all about me wanting an open relationship so I could go screw other women. Assurances to the contrary were repeated endlessly.

We continued to share openly, with her finally admitting that the idea of screwing another guy excited her. She also confessed to being very curious about feeling a big cock enter her. I, of course, given my favorite fantasy, would have been fine with several cocks taking turns, but was sure that would never happen.

"Honey," she said one evening, "I can't get past all the religious crap my mother programmed into me, but I might have a plan for how to deal with it."

"Religious crap?"

"Yeah that sex is basically evil but acceptable under the three Ms: monogamy marriage and mundane."

I plodded carefully forward. "Are you convinced that I'm not interested in bedding other women?"

"Yes, I think so."

"So our only obstacle to you fucking other guys is this programming as you call it?"

"Yes."

"And what is your way around it?"

"On several occasions Mom said that wives were duty bound to let husbands do what they wanted with their wives and that it was to keep them from straying and breaking up the family."

"That doesn't explain anything."

"I'm getting there. Do you think you would eventually stray if I never do anything as slutty as sleeping with another guy."

I suddenly saw where she was going and answered accordingly. "Yes, I might eventually feel like I have to go outside the marriage if I'm going to live out my fantasies, which I think people have a right to do."

"It sounds like you're saying that to save our marriage I'll need to let other men fuck me."

I was pretty sure our discussion was making her as hot as it was making me. Our talk became an exquisite foreplay. "Yes dear. I need this and you are duty bound to satisfy your husbands needs."

"Does this mean that you'll be wanting me to let men put their cocks in my mouth and pussy?"

"Yes, of course. How else are you going to prove your willingness to be the slut I need. You obviously don't want me getting those slut needs met by other women, thereby risking our marriage."

"Yes, that's right. I'll do whatever you tell me to protect our marriage. I'm curious though, if I'm sucking another man's cock, will you want me to let the guy finish in my mouth and then swallow his load, the way I do for you?"

"Wouldn't it be rude to spit it out? I mean a lover would want to know that you appreciated his efforts to release a nice load of sperm in your mouth and the best way to show appreciation would be to swallow and say 'thank you.'"

"So, are you saying that to save our marriage I'll need to fuck other men and drink the loads they squirt into my mouth?"

"Exactly."

"Well, if it's to save out marriage I guess I'll have to, but can we practice now, and can we pretend that you're another man?"

"Okay. Give me a minute to think of something." We were sitting in our living room and after a few minutes of thinking I said," I have several single friends, as you know. Why don't I pretend to be one of them."

She immediately said, "Kevin" tipping her hand as to what she had been fantasizing about.

"Okay. Why don't you go put a short dress on for Kevin." I'd been teaching her little things to do and say to turn me on, but really with the hope that one day she could use them to turn other men on. She scampered off while I thought up dialogue.

She came back wearing one of my favorite slutty outfits: a super short white dress, black stockings and garter belt, and black high heels. She only wore this at home to seduce me. The dress was so short all of the stocking tops showed and a bit of thigh above them.

I looked up from my place on the couch and said, "Nathan said he had some business to take care of and that he'd be back in an hour."

"Kevin, I didn't know you were here. I usually only dress like this when Nathan and I are home alone."

"You look fantastic. I may owe you an apology."

"How's that?"

"I'm sure you've caught me staring at you from time to time. You're so beautiful and sexy I can't help myself. Now with you dressed like that I can't take my eyes off of you."

"It's okay" she said, coming over and sitting fairly close to me on the couch. "I guess if someone else was going to see me dressed like this I'm glad it was you. And about the staring, I'm sure you've caught me looking at the bulge in your crotch."

I wanted to break character to ask if she really checks out Kevin's crotch, but I didn't.

"I haven't noticed, but I'm glad you're taking an interest."

"I have, but only because Nathan says a good wife should be willing to take care of a husband's friends."

"I feel like I'm in a dream, like this can't really be happening."

She stood in front of me and pulled her dress up to bring her panties into view. They were light blue with a dark blue spot in the crotch where a wet spot was forming. "Kevin, you're making me wet and it's making me want to suck your cock. Would it be okay? Nathan wants me to, but to be honest, I'm crazy ready to have another man's cock in my mouth. I know I'll like it."

"Are you sure Nathan's okay with this?"

"Yes. He says he wants his wife to be a good slut and that he'll go out slut hunting if I can't be what he wants."

"So you're just doing it for him?"

"Yes, this is what Nathan wants."

Looking up at her I said, "If he wants you be a good slut, then get on your knees." As she did I pulled my pants and underwear off and sat with my rigid cock in my hand. "Are you sure this is what he wants," I asked her.

"Yes, please fuck my mouth Kevin. Help me be the slut my husband wants me to be."

I note that she was incorporating some of the things I had taught her about turning men on.

I reached for the back of her head and pulled her mouth onto my shaft. She stopped to spit on my cock for lubrication, the way I had taught her, before resuming her stroking and sucking.

"You suck that cock good and I'll reward you with a mouthful of cum. Would you like that?"

"Yes, please. Nathan would be disappointed in me if I didn't make you cum in my mouth. I want him to smell you on my breath when I kiss him so he'll know I was a good slut for you."

She finished me off and afterwards asked. "Are you going to make me suck off Kevin for real."

"I think that would be a good start to what's going to be your new marriage saving roll in our sex life. Were you serious about checking out his crotch?"

"Yes, and if my fantasies are an indication I'm already a slut; I just need to get over the head trips my mother and her religion laid on me about sex. Trust me I'm eager to fuck Kevin; you just have to make me and I hope we can do it soon."

"I insist it be very soon. We have to get this marriage back on solid ground," I said half kidding and half serious. "We just have to figure out how to break the news to Kevin."

In our dialogue we slipped in and out of character. It was fun, sometimes actually planning the logistics and sometimes engaging the pretense of needing to do this to save our marriage. We both knew that wasn't exactly true, but also that there was a hump, pun intended, to get over.

"Let's do it the way we just did it. Invite him over and when he gets here I'll be in our room dressing up as if I don't know he's here. I'll call your cell phone and you pretend you're being called away to some business emergency. I'll come out dressed like a slut and pretend I thought only you were home. I can improvise from there."

I realized it was time to divulge my most secret fantasy. "Since it will be your first time at being a slut to save our marriage, I think you should blow him and then fuck him."

"Do I have to?" she asked smiling.

"Yes, of course. That'll be best if your going to show me a willingness to be a good slut wife to save our marriage." And here I summoned my courage. "I think it would be interesting to see how you taste after Kevin fucks you full of cum."

"That is interesting," she said. "So we've changed the plan to one where you're here when I fuck him."

Slipping back into her reluctant character she said, "If I have to do this for us I will, but it's only for us. It's not like I'm going to enjoy this."

Chris and I talked and decided that we would have Kevin over for drinks and after we were buzzed I would mention how incredible she looks in a short dress. We would see how he reacts. "By the way he looks at you," I said, "I'm guessing he'll say something about wanting to see and we can ad lib from there. Maybe you can ask if you should put on stockings too."

"Ooh, I like that."

The plan was set in motion. I called Kevin and asked him if he wanted to join us for a BBQ and drinks on Saturday evening. He was quick to say yes. I left what Chris would switch into up to her, only advising that it should make her look cock hungry. I also suggested that what she wore prior to the change should be sexy but not slutty, explaining that we wanted the change of clothes to have a big affect and that she looked sexy no matter what she was wearing.

Chris and I could feel each others nervousness. I'm sure she was questioning our plan like I was. What if we had misread Kevin's desire to fuck her. What if he thought the whole idea of me being okay with him fucking Chris was just too weird. What if fucking her in front of me affected his ability to get an erection. I shared my concerns with Chris, who actually seemed less nervous than I was.

"Look," she said, "I've caught Kevin checking me out, I mean one time it'll be my tits, another time my ass, and every time I give him a knowing smile to let him know I don't mind. Trust me, there's chemistry. I don't think he would make a pass at me because of you're friendship, but I do think he'll jump at the chance to fuck me with your permission, even if he doesn't know I'm only doing it to save our marriage," she added, with a facetious grin.

I considered that this was something Chris had obviously wanted more than she had let on. I found that realization to be very titillating. I was confident that whatever programming Chris had yet to overcome would soon be dissolved. I also thought that our "save the marriage" roll playing would continue after she took the plunge into the slut wife world.