Chuck fucked hard his mother 8217 s rounded ass
- 2 years ago
- 14
- 0
Chuck White 2 free porn video
Chuck White
2
Things Are Gonna Change
"7...lick, 8...lick, 9...lick, 10...lick, Sir, I want you to be my
wife's lover. 11...lick, 12...lick, 13...lick"
.....................................................................
"Things are gonna have to change."
"Yes, Dear."
And they did but it happened so gradually that I didn't quite realize
what was going on until it was too far along to stop. It started that
very night when she suggested I fix dinner. As mentioned, I was more
than happy to leave her company after she had discovered about all of
the porn I had been looking at. Being in that much trouble with my
wife I was inclined to be extra nice and agreeable to her. For a long
time after that.
My wife never mentioned anything about what she had seen in my
history. She was there for hours so I know she pretty much saw the
whole of what I had been looking at. In the days that followed there
was a sort of marose atmosphere around our house. Me feeling like an
adolesent that got caught with a stack of Hustler magazines with the
centerfolds glued together.
My wife, I'm not sure what she was feeling. I wouldn't say anything
bad about the way she treated me but I wouldn't say she was
particularily cordial either. She occassionally made a suggestion
about something I should do such as pick up after myself more or help
with the laundry which all seemed fair enough.
Like I said, everything happened gradually and eventually I found that
not only was I picking up after myself but her as well. Little by
little she started leaving things laying around that once she would
have put away like a coffee cup in the living room or the groceries on
the counter.
I was fixing dinner several times a week before I realized it. She'd
flatter me by saying the Cordon Blue I'd fixed last week was really
good, why didn't I fix it one day this week. I was still feeling a
little guilty and was trying to stay on her good side so I didn't mind
helping out. It had not been so long ago that she had discovered my
fondness for sissy and cuckold porn and that was still fresh in my
mind; especially since she had never said anything adverse else about
it.
I kept waiting for the dreaded hammer to fall and it never did. That
worried me because deep down I knew that she had me dead to rights.
She had done nothing wrong, being a loving, hard working wife. I had
not been satisfied with what I had and had looked elsewhere to get my
kicks.
Our relationship did change, in some ways subtly and some ways not so
subtle. How could it not when your spouse finds out what a sick,
perverted excuse for a man she is married to. It was one thing for her
to have known that I crossdressed and she could ignore that and
pretend like she didn't really know but totally different after having
seen me in all my regal 'schoolgirl' glory.
How could she now look at me as her knight in shining armor when most
likely she had the image in her minds eye of me laying under her
licking another man's cum from her snatch and then licking cum from
his cock? That's what the videos I watched would have suggested. I'm
sure other seeds and images were planted in her mind considering where
my internet history had led her.
Is that what I wanted, to be her cuckold?
I didn't know. I had never given it any serious thought, it was just
something exciting to look at while I masturbated. Was I likely to
have ever tried to talk my wife into something like that? Not really.
It was just fantasy. Now it had a whole different meaning. At the very
least there was the insinuation to her that this is what I desired.
How would your spouse feel if she thought that you wanted to share her
with other men? Would she feel debased by that, like she meant that
little to you or would she take it as a compliment that you thought
she was that hot? Most likely she would feel like she was just a chess
piece in your perverted sexual fantasy games.
All of these and many other thoughts coursed through my mind day after
day as I awaited what? A divorce. An apology from her for not being
more understanding. A punch in the mouth or frying pan to the head in
my sleep. None of this happened. Life went on and little by little
things changed between us.
Increasingly, she became more aggressive, more bossy. Things that had
been suggestions became orders of a sort. It's kind of hard to explain
but what once was, "Why don't you make some of that delicious spinach
quiche again," changed to "What's for dinner, I'm famished." From,
"Hey, could you wash a load of my clothes today, I have a hair
appointment after work," turned to "My blouse and slacks are wrinkled.
Didn't you take them out of the dryer right away. Now you'll need to
iron them."
That was when I started to notice that she had been ordering me around
lately and I had been obediantly complying without even realizing what
had taken place. The epiphany was startling and it both pissed me off
and scared me. And yet, at the same time, deep inside there was a
perverse little thrill at being used like that. At realizing that I
was becoming her little minion.
It had been months since Janice had caught me En Femme and discovered
my perverse fantasies. Was this change in position her trying to
fulfill my fantasy or was it just her taking advantage of her
situation to make things easier for herself since she had me over a
barrel? Was she doing this because she thought it was what I really
wanted? Bigger question, did I really want this?
Another aspect of our change in relationship was sex. Or should I say,
the lack thereof. I was no longer sleeping in her (our) bedroom
anymore and any advances I made were quickly dismissed with an excuse
of being tired. I didn't feel in a position to be very insistant about
the issue; I mean, I could understand how her thoughts of sex with me
from that fateful day would have a whole different meaning for her.
So, I masturbated. Nothing new.
From that point on, I paid more attention to how she went about
ordering me around. Without doubt she was flat out telling me what to
do. There was no more please and thank you about it. It was as if she
expected it of me and I readily complied like I had been doing, only
now, I was consciously aware that I was being manipulated.
I bagan to think about the situation and wasn't sure how I felt about
it. Part of me was still feeling guilty for turning to internet porn
for my kicks so I felt like I owed her something. Another part said
that she couldn't hold this over me forever. And then there was that
'other' part, the deep inner voice saying, 'isn't this what you were
fantasizing about anyway?' And...wasn't it?
The question. Did I really want to turn fantasy into reality?
....................................................................
"So, how longs it been since you wore a butt plug?"
??????? Where the hell did that come from? "What's that, honey?" I
asked.
"I said, how long...has it been...since you wore...a butt plug?"
Janice replied.
"I don't know what you're talking about, baby," I stuttered.
"Oh come off it! You know you have several butt plugs and dildoes and
other interesting things as well," she challenged, "I found your
secret stash. You have some pretty interesting apparrel besides that
school girl skirt outfit too."
I was dumbfounded. How do you answer a question like that? I already
tried denial and it was obvious from her litany of my private
collection that she had in fact found it. How could I admit to her
that I had ever used a butt plug or dildo?
"Answer me, dumbass!" she bellowed. "And don't try lying about it. We
both know what a perv you are. I found them. They're yours. And you've
used them, so answer the damn question. NOW."
When did I become Dumbass!? And how did it get to the point where she
thought she had the right to talk to me this way? I guess being found
out by her that afternoon months ago had greater ramifications than I
had realized.
Not only was I slowly becoming her housekeeper but now she thought she
was totally in charge and talked down to me as though I were a kid.
"Not since before that day when you....you know....caught me dressed."
"I thought I said not to lie about it, didn't I?" she countered. "I've
been checking your 'box of secrets' every so often and I can tell
you've been at it recently. Answer me."
It looked like I wasn't getting out of this one but I was so
embarrassed that she had found my special toys and knew that I used
them. Why else would I have a collection of sex toys if not to use
them? With my head hung low, I admitted, "One day last week."
There, I'd admitted to my wife that I liked to wear buttplugs. I
wanted to crawl under the woodwork. I felt like such a sleaze. (And
deep inside there was a thrill, butterflies in my stomach from being
made to own up to such perversity.) I felt like I shouldn't even be in
the same room as her. Not because I was so embarrassed but because I
just felt too lowly for her to have to share the same air as me.
"See, that wasn't so hard! Now we're gonna have a talk," she said.
"Well....more like I'm going to talk, you're going to listen and we'll
see how things go. It was important to this conversation that you
admitted that." Then she grabbed my chin and turned my face to look
her squarely in the eyes and said, "It will also be important that you
be honest about some other things as we get to them. You not only need
to be honest with me but...yourself as well."
"Since that day as you put it, 'I caught you dressed,' I've been doing
a lot of research about all this kinky shit you're into. I've got a
good understanding about how all that stuff works now. You obviously
get off on the idea of being cuckolded and sissified."
I started to protest and she put her hand up to stop me, then
continued, "I'm talking now, you just listen to what I say. Then
you'll get a chance to answer."
Wow! I couldn't believe this was the same woman I walked down the
aisle with. She wasn't the kind to take charge this way. She had never
scolded me like this before or anything of the sort and now I found
myself meekly listening to her demands.
"As I said, you would obviously get off on being a sissy cuckold. I've
been experimenting here and there, bossing you around, belittling you,
treating you like my underling and you haven't resisted in the least.
As a matter of fact, it appeared that you were, if not happy, at least
content to play that role."
Janice paused briefly to let that sink in, then continued, "You will
recall a couple years ago you admitted to me that you crossdressed so
there is no denying that you want to dress like a woman. Right?"
This was a lot to take in all at once. It was hard enough dealing with
this new personality of hers much less the idea she was convinced that
I wanted to be a cuckold sissy. I was sitting there trying to get my
head around the idea that my wife was even confronting me with all
this when she barked, "RIGHT? You better start paying attention if you
know what's good for you. I asked you a question, I expect an answer."
"I....I don't know what to say. This is all so sudden. I don't know
what I think and I'm not used to you acting this way either," I
wimpered.
"Well, you'd better get used to it if you plan on staying around here
dipshit." Hands on her hips, staring me down, "You've got two choices.
One, you can pack up and leave and my lawyer will be in contact with
you or two; you can realize that this is an opportunity to fulfill
your dreams and do as you're told. Again, you like to dress like a
woman, don't you?"
"Yes."
Even though she knew I crossdressed. Even though I'm the one that had
confessed it to her a few years ago. Even though she'd seen me that
day; I had the hardest time admitting it to her. (And yet....those
inner butterflies swarmed even as my face turned red. Yes, some of you
know exactly what those buttterflies feel like don't you. It's almost
like a drug.)
In a condescending tone she said, "That's better. Next time I ask you
a question, answer me without all your bullshit. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
I knew what she meant. How many times have I read scenes playing out
similar to this? How many times had I watched cuckolded husbands on
video say it?
"Yes, Ma'am."
That one little word added to my answer was so covered in meaning.
Said everything as to how our roles had changed. Had given my consent
to be her underling and assured that from now on, I would be at her
beck and call and answer to her. My standing no longer mattered.
"See. You liked that, didn't you? Saying Yes, Ma'am to me." She
smiled, but it didn't entirely look friendly.
"As I said, I've done a lot of research and I know exactly what a wimp
like you needs. That's right....I called you a wimp. Get used to it,
it's what you are," she challenged.
Looking very serious, she continued, "But remember this, you're the
one that embraced all of this, not me. You're the one that exposed me
to these ideals. I had never heard of such things before.
Always...remember...that."
I looked at her dumbfounded. A wimp. She thought I was a wimp. Was I?
"Asshole, I ask a question, you answer. Get it?"
"What question?" I asked.
"I asked if you liked saying Yes Ma'am and you ignored me. Start
paying more attention or there will be consequences."
"Yes, Ma'am," I answered obediantly. "I do like it." (And the
butterflies darted from head to toe in excitement.)
Aspen
- 16.05.2021
- 7
- 0
