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Dim-witted Husband
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I was a dim-witted tubby of five feet six inches height and average
looks. At the age of twenty four I had already lost some of my hairs. I
worked at Wallmart as merchandizing assistant. Have you ever noticed the
staff who filled up the shelves, or filled up the shopping bags standing
right next to the sales counter? I believe you would have noticed their
presence, but nothing more than that. I was one of them. I was one of the
invisible who were never noticed and remembered by anyone. I have no idea
why Sarah noticed me.
32-years old Sarah was an awe-inspiring beauty with extremely attractive
facial grace, tall and curvy figure, golden brown hairs and hazel eyes.
On top she was one of the successful corporate lawyers of the city. You
can imagine how shocking it would be for me when she asked me for a date.
You can understand how my astonishment when she took me to her large
house, inside her sophisticated bedroom, and onto her luxurious bed.
Wouldn't it feel like a dreamy dream when she asked me for marriage?
Wouldn't I feel the luckiest guy on earth?
I did.
Even after three years I feel the same.
Sarah is a marvelous woman. She is smarter than anyone I have ever me.
She knows everything. She can see the future. Shouldn't I be proud of
myself for being her husband? Shouldn't I be happy? So what if my role in
our marriage has been traditionally associated to wives? By keeping our
house clean, properly managing her clothes, shoes and jewelry, preparing
and serving delicious meals to her, and purchasing her undergarments and
some other personal items, am I not providing her a quality life? Doesn't
this mean I am playing a major role behind her successes? Honestly, I
never get why people make fun of me. Am I the only househusband?
Probably they are jealous of me. I've heard there was a big queue of men
interested in Sarah. They were greatly disappointed when she chose me.
Her parents, siblings, and many other close relatives were disturbed by
her decision. Some of them opposed her directly. Some tried to stop her
by other means. Rest kept hating me. But no one could do anything. Sarah
was a strong-will woman. When she made up her mind it was extremely hard
to stop her. She married me. I don't know why.
Lot more than being Sarah's husband I am happy that she is glad of her
decision of choosing me. I learn about it from her talks with her female
friends during the Saturday cards party. Many times her friends gather at
our home. Although I am not allowed to stay with them for long, moving
between kitchen and living room for serving then drinks and refreshments
allows me to hear many of their conversations. And numerous times I have
heard telling them that she was so happy to have married me. Also, I was
'the best finding' of her life. Once I also heard her thanking Fiona for
recommending me. Well, I do not know when and where she saw me, and when
she recommended me. But I am very happy that she did. And I always want
to thank her. Problem is that whenever I see her directly she gives me
angry looks. If I ever try to speak to her she snaps back at me. She
scares me. I do not understand her at all. So I never look at her
directly. In fact, I keep my eyes lower in presence of all of Sarah's
friends, as most of them behave same.
I am the best cook in town. These are not my words. I can't compare
myself to others as I have not been to many good restaurants. This is
something Sarah tells me regularly. And her comment values a lot. See!
Almost all of her lunches with her clients and co-workers occur at
expensive places. That has made her a connoisseur. She can easily tell if
something has more salt or less, more spices or less, more cooked or
less. Although she doesn't hold herself whenever something is wrong, she
says I am still far better than everyone else. Now here is something. I
never cooked in my past life. I have learned it in the cooking school
Sarah enrolled me right after she proposed me for the marriage, which
followed by my quitting my job and start living at her house. It is
greatly satisfying that my efforts have succeeded so much. These days I
can make almost everything in the recipe books. And I have a huge bunch
of recipe books. I also receive a monthly magazine that contains three to
four recipes. But I wish I knew how to use computer. Sarah could then buy
one for me. I have heard that there is a great place inside the computer
where there are lots of recipes. They call that place internet. Sadly,
Sarah says I can never learn how to use a computer. Even the kind of cell
phones she use are so hard for me. That is why I use the kinds I have
always used, in which I simply need to press numbers and green or red
buttons.
My cooking skills are famous among all of Sarah's friend. That is why I
cook dinners even if their Saturday cards party is hosted at Maria's,
Rita's, or Cassandra's home. I know you would say if I am so good why I
do not cook at the places of Tania, Fiona, and Margarita? Look! These
three are married, and their husbands also cook. But clearly, they are
not as good as me. That is exactly why none of them are taken to other
four houses, but just me. And as they are not good, they would feel
humiliated if I would cook better than them at their own homes. But
honestly, I would love to go to their house only if that would be for
helping those husbands in washing and serving. I would love to talk to
them. I would love to have some friends with whom I can talk more openly
about my life. I believe these men would not react like Jack. As Jack
hates Sarah, and I really don't understand why, I do not like to talk to
him much. Since a while he has also stopped calling me.
Sarah also says I have magic in my hands and fingers. Somehow when I
touch an article of consumption it changes its taste for her. That is why
she asks me to make her drink even if the bottle is right next to her.
That is why she asks me to take out a cigarette from the box and lit that
up for her. This is the only thing she is wrong about. She does not know
the truth. It does not happen because I have magic in my hands or
fingers. It happens because she loves me deeply. That is why my touches
to her things make her feel so good.
My childhood friend Jack and my sister Linda say I am a henpecked
husband. Sarah is too bossy towards me. In one sense they are right. But
the idea behind their words is not completely true. Look! They don't know
her as much as I do. They don't know that she is never wrong. She is
always right. Comparatively, I never realize when I am wrong until Sarah
explains it to me. Few months back I would have done such a big blunder
that even the thought of it makes me sad. I thought it was important for
me and Sarah to attend the baby shower of Jack's daughter. I did not
realize that Jack had only invited us as a formality. Otherwise, his wife
Martha would hate our presence there. Being dim-witted, I never realized
that Martha had some weird mentality. She would hate the presence of
couples without children in such an event. And if we would have gone
there Martha would have angered at Jack. And by attending that party I
would not only have hurt Jack and his happy marriage life, I would have
also vexed a pregnant woman. See! I should have never accepted Jack's
invitation without asking Sarah. Realization of my selfish thought
saddened me so much that I would have started crying. But Sarah sorted
everything out for me. First she called Jack and told her that I had got
heavy fever, for which we would not be able to attend the baby shower.
Then, solely to help me fight my emotions, she called Cassandra and told
her to host a cards party at her home. Normally they did not held a cards
party on Sunday evening, as most of them had places to go there.
Therefore, Cassandra denied at first. Once Sarah reminded her that they
did not have their cards party previous night as some of the friends
needed to attend another event, she agreed. I already knew Sarah would
convince her. After all, it was for me. I needed to make myself busy to
fight my turmoil. And cooking and serving dinner, serving the women
drinks and refreshments, washing dishes in between, and cleaning the
kitchen later, would surely keep me on my toes for next few hours. I
would have no time to think about the blunder I intended to commit. Sarah
loved me so much that she could not let me keep that emotional turmoil.
Now tell me. Shouldn't I do exactly as she tells me to do?
I think you would have realized now why I am so happy in my life. Sarah
loves me deeply. She also intends to save me from all possible dangers.
These days lots of people are robbed. Sometimes the robbers also shoot
the people. That is why she gives me limited funds for my personal
spending, and for buying grocery and house accessories. Don't get me
wrong. If I need something I can tell her. Once a month Sarah takes me to
shopping and buys me expensive branded clothes, shoes, watches, and
whatever else I need. Well, I don't like that she disregard all my inputs
for those purchases, I know the reason why she does that. I have such a
bad taste. I do not know how rich people dress themselves. I know nothing
about current trends. And she wants to see me only in best clothes.
Sometimes I wish Sarah would give me little higher budget for fuel. I can
only drive between my home and the grocery store. It would be fun to
drive freely my luxurious car all across the town. But she cannot let me
do this. Oh man! So many accidents occur these days. She cannot take such
a huge risk. I am the true love of her life. She will never be able to
forgive herself if anything ever happen to me.
But she knows how much I enjoy driving. That is why she sometimes let me
drive her car. See! Although the car she bought for me three years ago
was an expensive model, even then it was two years old. So it is five
years old now. The sports car she drives is new. Every year she switches
her car with newer model. Driving her car is far more fun. And therefore,
whenever we are returning from a party I drive us home. And I tell you a
secret here. Sometimes I even exceed the speed limit. Sarah never notices
as she is too drunk. I hope she never learns. Otherwise, she's so careful
about my being that she would start using cabs instead. She uses cabs to
get home whenever I am not accompanying her to a place. Her car is
brought home by a tow truck. Rita owns a towing company so that option is
always available to her. And then I would not be able to drive her cars.
I know you would ask why she does not take me to the events she attends.
Well, I have explained already why I should not go to her Saturday
parties hosted Tania, Fiona, and Margarita's homes. There are multiple
reasons why she does not take me to other places. Many times she needs to
have business conversations with her clients or prospects during parties.
For such conversations it is necessary for her to sit with them alone.
Hence, she would not keep me closer there. And as I would have no friends
there, I would get bored. Therefore, it would be better for me to stay at
home and enjoy watching television. Parties involving her family member
and close relatives has different issue. I have told you already that
many of them do not like me. Some even hate me. They might behave badly
towards me. If that would happen, she would get angered at them and fight
with them, and in result, end up her relationship with them. She does not
want to lose them as they are her family. Hence, she needs to make this
sacrifice, even though she hates going to those parties without me. For
me it is not entirely bad. As I said already, staying home, I can enjoy
watching television.
Well, not everything is good in my life. No one knows this except me,
Sarah, and Tania that I have a very serious illness. Tania, commonly
referred as Dr. Jenkins, knows this because she is my doctor. Otherwise
no one should learn about it, as this could cause great humiliations to
me as well as Sarah. I don't exactly remember the name of my illness,
neither did I understood the technical details she gave me, but let me
tell you whatever I could grasp. Basically, I used to masturbate a lot in
my previous life. I used to masturbate almost every day. That damaged my
testicles somehow, and made me infertile. No medicine and no surgery can
help me. Not even IVF. And technically, there is no cure. However, Tania
is a great doctor. She has found a cure for this seemingly incurable
decease. Although its timeline is very long, the mechanism is very
simple. As there is no medicine, my testicles need to recover naturally.
For that we need to bring long gaps between each of my orgasms. That's
it! And that is why my penis is locked in a chastity device. Look! It is
too hard to control the urges for months. As I do not have the key I
cannot make a blunder.
Yes, I know you would ask why Sarah is even married to me. Well, this is
the thing. She loves me deeply. That is why she is making such a big
sacrifice. Otherwise, she desperately wanted babies. That is why she had
held my medical checkup, not just for checking me for aids. And this had
happened right after she started dating me. The news of my illness had
kind of broken her apart. She had found me a good companion. She intended
to spend rest of her life with me. But my condition was terrible. Look!
My disease had caused my penis contagious. This meant it could not
penetrate her vagina. We could not have sex until I was fully cured. And
Tania had already warned as that the cure might take years. Hence, even
if she accepted delay in her original plans of quicker pregnancies, she
could not live a life without sexual relief.
Solution Dr. Jenkins proposed was instantly seemed workable to me. Sarah
already enjoyed taking orals from me. In fact, she found it so good that
I needed to go all the way during all three times we had went to bed
together. My tongue was magical. I also had so great pussy-eating skills
that I depleted all her energy every time. Hence, we could never have sex
yet. And therefore, I needed to have my own orgasm by jerking off myself.
So, I though Sarah would take Tania's suggestion positively. She did not.
Look! Cunnilingus has its own pros. Penetrative sex has its own. And a
woman needs to get penetrated regularly. Hence, Sarah was right. She
could not completely rely on taking orals from me.
Once again Tania came up to my rescue. She proposed two more solutions.
One was to use dildo. That also at first could not buy out Sarah. Usage
of dildo would deliver the feeling of masturbation, and not real sex.
Tania said I could wear it. This made this option acceptable. However,
when we tried it in real, we learned that wearing a dildo around waste
was not very good option. Its one end needed to be held by something for
moving it back and forth properly. And holding it with hand brought us
back to first point zero. Finally we find which place of my body could be
used for holding one side of the dildo. You might have got it already. My
mouth! And let me tell you something very funny. There are actual
specialized dildos that can be strapped around the face. They are called
face dildo. And we use one of this kind regularly.
Second option Tania suggested was extremely harsh. And that was for Sarah
to have sex with other men. Well, I understand that sexual intercourse is
not always done for love-making. Many times it is done solely for
finishing off the sexual urges. And in that regard Tania was right. But
it was greatly depressing for me. See! I was a traditional kind of man. I
considered sex out of marriage was kind of cheating. It was extremely
bad. Good for me, Sarah also had no inclination towards this option. She
promised me that she would never have sex with another man, as she was
sure that I would be able to perform well with my tongue. And honestly, I
always do that passionately. No matter how much my jaw and tongue ache, I
keep licking. And most night I successfully deliver her around three mind
blowing orgasms. I do not want her to think ever that her sacrifice for
me was a bad decision. I even lick her anus with same passion. Look!
Sarah enjoyed anal sex too, and my best tool of lovemaking was my tongue.
So it was natural for her to ask me that. I do not mind. In fact, I am
happy that she is satisfied with whatever I have available for her.
Initial gap between my orgasms was one week. Currently it is six months.
And once I have this masturbation two months later, next gap would be a
year. Yeah! I know this is too much. But Dr. Jenkins says that the year
gap could be the last one. About seventy percent of the patients are
cured by then. And I truly hope it happens to me. Because it is very
scary to think of another stage, which would deny me an orgasm for two
years. And honestly, it is damn scary to think about the poor souls who
are not cured even with that stage. According to Dr. Jenkins, about three
percent of the patients are cured after four years delay, and one percent
after eight years. Oh boy! I don't know what would happen to me if this
disease of mine took that long. Sarah would be maddened. She desperately
wants a child. And she is dying to have proper sex with me.
Early few months the chastity device I wore was made of soft rubbery
material. At that time it also distressed me a lot. But honestly, that
one was luxury compared to the one I wear now. Problem with that was it
used a metallic padlock. This meant I could not visit various places due
to presence of metal detectors. Hence, Sarah needed to buy me another.
This device has a non-metallic mechanism built itself. Sadly, this one is
made up of a hard plastic material that has very rough dotty surface,
even inside the cage. Although it does not bleed me, that surface feels
like spikes whenever my penis try to erect. It is extremely painful
whenever it does. And trust me, if you don't get orgasms for months, and
you daily watch the most beautiful woman in alluring business clothes,
tempting dresses, and sexy lingerie, then you also sleep with her and eat
her dazzling pussy and ass for half an hour or more every day, you remain
in constant arousal day and night. Many times in night you wake up. Even
in her absence during the day you feel heavy stimulations. Try to imagine
the pain I am going through since years. Sarah knows this, and she has
tried to find out a better device all across the globe. She even asked
the manufactures to make custom device for me that would be lot more
comfortable. Sadly, the construction of this special device requires it
to use only that harsh material. Many times I have asked her to switch me
back to the old device. But she is right. I cannot face the humiliation
if a metal detector catches me with that device. There is no choice but
for me to bear that unbearable pain. After all, this is only until I am
cured.
But yes, the positive aspect of this device is also very good. See! We
could not have gone to Cancun for our honeymoon, as all the fights
checked thoroughly for metals. The new device allows me to accompany
Sarah in her out of town visits. Of course she does not take me always,
but sometimes she does. And travelling is always greatly entertaining for
me, whether it is in her sports car or by air. It is true that I do not
get much sightseeing of those cities as I mostly stay inside the places
we lodge, but whatever I get to see is still fun. Besides, staying at the
homes of some of Sarah's married friends is very pleasant, as I get to
talk to their husbands. We talk about recipes, different methods of
cleaning and washing, and also TV serials we have watched or currently
watching. We also talk about how loving and caring our successful wives
are. It is also good to compare ourselves. I talk to them freely and
openly. Only secret I cannot share with them is about my illness. And
sometimes it seems to me they are also hiding something from me. So it is
ok. We all have some secrets to keep. Another secret I keep from them is
about the maintenance spankings Sarah delivers me.
Yeah, I know what you would be thinking. Sarah loves me so much, then why
she spanks my bottom so hard with a paddle or a cane that I cry aloud
like a baby? And maintenance spanking even for punishing me against a
mistake. She does this every Friday evening before sending my face
between her legs. It does not make any sense, right? Well, early on I did
not understand her either. Now I do. Look! Sarah's love for me is
enormous. She does not want to have even slight change in her feelings
for me. Major problem with me is that all my positives are easily
contestable. This makes me easily replaceable. Hence, it is crucial for
the success of our marriage that until I am cured I remain none less than
perfect. I do no mistakes. However, I am not a smart guy. I am unable to
do things perfectly, or should I say, without proper motivation. Sarah
says pain is best motivator. Probably she is right. Pain of her intense
spanking last entire week. This keeps reminding me that I should be
double, or triple careful in everything I do. I keep full focus on my
daily chores. I do my best in preparation of breakfasts and dinners. I
eat her pussy with full concentration, even if my chastity device starts
hurting heavily.
Friday maintenance spankings are also helpful in saving lots of time rest
of the week. Look! As my ass cheeks keep burning for entire week, even
light tap on them, or simple grab of those is very painful. And
therefore, if Sarah feels I have done something that worth punishment all
she needs to do is bend me over the kitchen countertop or back of the
couches and spank me with her bare hands. She even does not need to lower
my pajamas and shorts in order to make me cry.
I know hurting me hurts her a lot. She loves me so deeply, and it would
be very painful for her to deliver me this much pain. One thing I do not
understand though. Why does she get aroused when she gets sad? Look!
Whenever I go down on her after she has delivered me spanking I find her
pussy dipping her juices. Her first orgasms occur quickly. Normal nights
she gets satisfied with one or two orgasms. On Fridays, and also other
days when she punishes me hard, she takes even five consecutive orals.
This is weird. Maybe I will learn more about her with time.
When I say I am happy and satisfied with my current life it is for it as
a whole. Of course I do not like some aspects. In fact, I hate the
chastity device and its painful effects. I hate the maintenance spankings
and punishments. It is saddening that she does not take me to most large
parties, and wherever she takes me, I act more like a waiter or cook
rather than her companion. Sometimes I also feel lonely for having no
close friends with whom I can share my feelings. But, look, this is only
for the time being. Sarah has told me multiple times that my life will
dramatically change with my cure. Once I will be able to fulfill my main
husband duty of providing her real sex and children, I will no longer
remain a futile husband. Therefore, not only the chastity device will be
removed, but also there will not be the need of ensuring my perfection in
many of my additional duties. Hence, the maintenance spankings will stop.
Furthermore, as I would be the father of her children, most of her close
relative will accept me as the family member automatically. She would
then be able to take me with her to many of the large parties. Oh boy! It
would be so great. I hope my cure does not take too long.
One thing you must understand clearly. Although I receive pain regularly,
I do not feel agony or grief. The fact that I am the husband of such a
successful and beautiful woman gives me enough pride to counter all the
negative aspects of my life. It is true I would love to have more fun
with her gorgeous body, and have sex with her, the available options are
also greatly satisfying. Look! I had never seen such an elegant pussy and
ass in any of the porn magazines. I know I do not have the right to say
this, as I have never been with another woman, but I believe her pussy is
most delicious. I have read in many erotic stories in past that a pussy
smells bad. Hers do not. In fact it is so good that sometimes I wish she
would let me sleep with my nose on it. Same can be said for her asshole.
I have a question. An anus should smell foul, right? This is from where
shit excretes, right? Let me tell you something funny. Her bottom always
smells like a flower. I know it is because of the body-wash she uses
during her shower. Still, isn't it surprising that in more than a
thousand nights I have never found her ass smelling bad? I love licking
it.
She also lets me kiss and suck her perfectly rounded boobs. And, oh boy!
Her boobs are just as rounded as coconuts. They look unreal. When naked,
she as whole look unreal. Almost like a statue solely created to
elaborate feminine beauty. Although my chastity devices hurts me a lot
when I have my sight on her naked self, it does not matter during the
moment. I feel so proud that this body belongs to the woman I have
married. I am the luckiest man on earth to have her as my wife.
Let me tell you something very complicated. I cannot tell you how, but
since about a year or two whenever Sarah orgasms with my oral job I also
feel as if I have climaxed. Do not get me wrong! I do not ejaculate. And
I do not have natural orgasm. But I receive feelings of such great
satisfaction that even my masturbations in previous life never delivered.
I have thought about it a lot. Maybe my love has connected my mind to
hers in such a way that I feel her orgasms. That can be the only reason.
And this is the exact reason why I believe she feels my pain. See! She
loves me as much as I love her.
So, here is the thing I want to tell you actually. If you are someone
like me, and a gorgeous woman like Sarah approaches you, do not get
scared and run away. She might have fallen in love with you. Just let her
do whatever she wants to do. Just follow her, and one day, you will be as
happy as I am.
--- The End ---
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