Jim Trillin had never even hinted at his sexual fantasies to his wife Bree. He didn't want her to know how he dreamed about being dominated, teased and denied, even cuckolded. Of course he didn't because he was very uncertain about how far he would want her to go in real life. Maybe just the T&D, he told himself, and a little domestic domination. But Bree was clever. She noticed how, when they watched the movie SAVING SILVERMAN, he paid special attention to the scenes in which a guy is pushed around by his fiance, who makes him go down on her and allows him to masturbate as his only sexual relief. She picked up some other clues and decided to see what she could get him to admit.
At the same time, she had gotten back together with her old girlfriend Stacey. They had both liked the same guy, a big stud named Dave. Stacey married him and Bree somehow ended up with Jim, probably because he brought home a large paycheck and didn't give her any backtalk. But in chatting with Stacey, Bree had gotten interested in having Jim give her oral sex, something she had never bothered with. She just let him have his quick ride atop her once a week, with his tiny dick in her neatly shaved pussy, and his lack of staying power always had him finishing in less than two minutes. So that was the situation, the stage was set, when Bree put her plan into action.
When Jim got home that Friday night he was surprised and happy to find his desirable wife in a new bustier with see-through cups over her shapely breasts. The garter belt, stockings, and super-sexy shoes only added to the delightful effect. She took him by his necktie and led him to the bedroom, where she sat on the edge of the bed and seductively told him to get undressed. He hurried to obey and, by the time he was naked, his undersized pecker was half hard. She told him there was a bottle of red wine in the fridge, along with two chilled glasses. He tried to get his robe off the back of the door but she firmly told him not to. Feeling odd because he had to scoot through the house completely undressed, and a bit stimulated that she was telling him what to do, he poured the wine and returned to hand her one. Jim took a swallow just to steady himself. Wine tended to go right to his head, as his wife well knew.
As she sipped her wine she said, "Love, why don't you kneel down in front of me and give my calves a nice massage. You don't mind doing that for me, do you?"
Of course he didn't. As Jim knelt and put his hands on one stockinged leg, and stole a peek at her uncovered pussy, his hard-on grew to its full, though limited, length. Bree patted his head, as if he was an obedient pet.
"You know," she said thoughtfully, "I was thinking of something we could try to spice up our sex life. You know, when guys are horny they can become very attentive to their wives. It might be fun if we played around in bed but didn't let you finish. I thought of a perfect way to make that work. Want to try it, Jimmy?" He was kneading her firm calf as he answered shakily, "That sounds like... fun."
She handed him his wine and he drained the glass before giving it back. Then Jim returned to the pleasurable job of rubbing his wife's lovely legs. As she had intended, the alcohol lowered his resistence to her probing.
Bree said casually, "That feels so good. I might just keep you down there for an hour. I could have you do my feet, too." She parted her thighs. "And have you do something else for me as well." Her hands went out and she toyed with his ears. When he whimpered with need she knew she was on the right track. "I know you've never done it for me before, sweetheart, but why don't we try having you use your mouth on me." One of her hands went to the back of his head and gently coaxed him forward until his face was directly in front of her smooth mound. "Right there." She gave the sides of his face a squeeze between his thighs. "Start with just a kiss. A nice long kiss."
Feeling more and more excited, Jim pressed his puckered lips to her sex and placed a light kiss there. She kept her hand on the back of his head, so he didn't stop. After several minutes she told him to begin using his tongue. Then she had him push it inside. Finally, she got him to tenderly lap and suck her clitoris, which brought her close to an orgasm.
"You're making me feel soooo good, Jimmy," she approved. "Don't stop, darling. Don't you DARE to stop."
That hint of threat drove him to greater efforts and a few minutes later she experienced the only orgasm of her married life. After a long afterglow she had him get on the bed with her, on his back. Bree's soft hand went to his organ and stroked it lovingly. She fingered his little balls and then unexpectedly moved so she could lick his nipples. He gasped at the new sensation. It was incredibly exciting. She varied her teasing and kept him on edge for nearly a half hour.
"See?" she said as she suddenly stopped all at once. "That was fun for me and I could see that you really enjoyed being teased that way. You did enjoy it, didn't you?"
"I..." He took a deep breath. "Yes, I really did."
"It's fun to play games in the bedroom, isn't it?"
He nodded. "Those games are... amazing."
"I wonder what else would be fun."
"Well, you know," he said, taking the bait. "Things like telling me what to do for you, and making me wait a long time before you let me finish, and dressing really hot when we go out and -- "
He realized what he was saying. Jim had blurted out his cherished fantasies. He tensed, expecting her to react negatively. Instead, he got the opposite response.
"Oh, Jimmy, those are marvelous ideas. And they fit in with what I was saying before, about how teasing you and not letting you finish would make you pamper me in bed -- and all the time. This is going to be so much fun."
It was done. She had gotten him to admit what he dreamed of and then she sealed the deal by showing enthusiasm for HIS desires. What could he say? That he didn't want to go along with what he had told her he wanted? No, he had let himself be trapped by his own words. Now Bree was going to have some major fun, and all of it at his expense.
"Let's start right now," she went on. "We'll go out for dinner and I'll dress really sexy. You'll be so proud to show me off."
"Oh, okay," he agree uncertainly. "Sure."
"And I have the perfect thing to wear." She gave him a sly look. "Something new. You're going to love it."
That made him feel better. He did get off on seeing her in, well, anything tight or revealing, preferably both. What did she have in mind? And when had she gotten it? He remembered seeing an empty shipping envelope in the trash. And she did get those catalogs from Victoria's of Hollywood, or whatever that company was called. She sent him to get showered. His head was filled with visions of her in some moderately naughty outfit. As he stood under the shower thinking about how she had taken control in the bedroom he desperately wanted to handle his little dick but thought better of it. If they played more games later she would notice how difficult it was for him to get aroused, which always happened after he had finished.
When he was showered and had brushed his teeth he returned to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his middle. Jim was shocked at what he saw. Bree was standing there in tiny shorts, a snug top that left her midriff bare, no bra to contain her large breasts or hide her slightly visible nipples, and shoes that would have been perfect on a cheap whore. She had also piled on the cosmetics, adding to the trampish look. She had even changed her hair slightly, teasing it up and spraying it. He stood there staring.
Bree told him, "I can see you like me this way."
"Well, I'm not sure I..."
She pointed to his crotch. "No, I mean I really can see you like it."
He looked down and was startled to see that he had an erection. It must be from having her get him so excited before and not letting him finish. He didn't usually get hard that easily.
"I... um... guess you're right," he offered meekly.
"Sure," she told him. "It's not a big bump but I can still see it." She laughed happily.
He wasn't sure if her amusement was caused by roleplaying or if she was making fun of his limited endowment. Either way, he didn't have long to think about it because she strode up to him on those trashy heels and wisked away his towel. It was his own wife but somehow he was ashamed to be seen that way. She stood there with the towel in her hand, not offering it back, so he hurried over to his dresser to grab a pair of jockey shorts. When he bent slightly she flicked his naked butt with the towel. It didn't hurt much but it was another act that could be taken as disrespecting him. Jim was confused. He was also still stiff.
They went out to a place along the highway called The Blue Light. Inside it was dimly lit. There were drinkers at the bar and a few couples at the tables. Men noticed Bree in her blatantly inviting outfit. She had picked out nerdy clothes for Jim, baggy trousers, a yellow shirt, and a sweater vest, along with argyle socks and loafers with tassles on them. He felt foolish. He also felt terribly jealous with so many strange guys staring at his desirable wife. Worse, every one of them was taller and better built than him, so he didn't dare to stand up to any of them. Instead, he followed his wife to a table and sat across from her. She had picked a spot where people would pass by and be able to view her, which her husband couldn't miss them doing.
"Gee," he said uncertainly. "Maybe you shouldn't have dressed quite so... er... revealingly."
"Nonsense, Jimmy. We agreed to do it this way, didn't we? After you made the suggestion. You're not backing out now, are you? You know, with your tiny dick, it wouldn't bother me to just cut out sex altogether. Is that what you want?"
She was cool but firm. He felt panic. Of course he didn't want that. He considered himself lucky to have such a gorgeous wife and now, to have her trying to cater to her desires. At the same time, having all those male eyes on her was making him shudder.
"No, no," he insisted. "I'm sorry. You're right. It was my idea. I really appreciate you... uh... playing along. Really. You didn't overdo it. I guess I'm just a bit... jealous."
"Sure, but that's kind of sexy, too, don't you think? Having all those guys ogle me, knowing they'd love to take me to bed, imagining them slamming me with their big cocks, giving me orgasms like you've never been able to, and leaving me thoroughly satisfied. Mmmmm. It's fun... as a fantasy. Like you wanted. Right?"
He suppressed a self-incriminating groan. "Absolutely. You're a hundred percent right." Where had her remark about not having any sex come from? And those descriptions of other men -- taking her. He was shocked but, he noticed belatedly, hard again. "I'm sorry," he apologized submissively.
"That's okay. Here comes our waitress."
The server was a cute girl. She had the top buttons on her blouse undone to show her impressive cleavage and attract tips. When she saw Brees clothes she smiled at her.
"Wow, where did you get that cool outfit?" she wanted to know.
"Oh," Bree answered offhandedly. "My husband here likes to see me dress extra hot when we go out. He gets off on other guys staring at me."
The girl grinned at Jim. "Pervert," she said teasingly.
He blushed and lowered his eyes. The waitress took their orders. Unasked, Bree selected for both of them. She got herself a cocktail and allowed him only a ginger ale. Her meal was a delicious surf and turf and his non-meal was a chef's salad. After the waitress served them she stood there with a question on her face.
Bree said, "What is it, dear?"
Her tone was so welcoming that the young woman relaxed. She said curiously, "Your husband wanting to see other guys, you know, checking you out. Is that some sort of...?"
"Kinky thing?" Bree supplied. "Very much so. You wouldn't believe how horny it gets him. I think what he really wants is to see is me in bed with some incredible stud."
"Oh." The waitress fell silent. Then, thinking she might have asked too much, she said, "I'm sorry if I was..."
"No, no, dear," Bree gently corrected. "Don't apologize. It's a sign of weakness." She sipped her drink. "He's just a sick little fuck."
The girl giggled. Jim lost his cool. To his wife he said, "Bree, honestly, I don't think you should be discussing this with -- "
His wife snapped, "Jimmy, shut up. And apologize to this sweet young lady."
"But I..."
"A-POL-O-GIZE."
He lowered his eyes. "I... I'm sorry, Miss. I hope you'll excuse my outburst. Sometimes I don't think."
"Sometimes?" Bree said with a smirk. Then, to the waitress, "Thank you dear. I'm sure he'll leave a wonderful tip." She paused for effect. "Or I'll take him home and spank his sissy ass with my hand until he cries like a schoolgirl." She glared at Jim. "Won't I, Jimmy?"
He cringed but knew he had to reply. "Yes, dear. I'll leave a very large tip."
"And it will come out of your pocket money, Jimmy. I know I don't allow you much to begin with, but you'll never learn to behave if I coddle you."
His narrow shoulders slumped. "I understand. I'll try harder."
The waitress was getting into the spirit of the scene. She moved alongside him and tickled his ear. Then she leaned so close that one of her large breasts, straining at the front of her blouse, was against his shoulder. He took a nervous breath.
The waitress told him, "If I catch you looking at my body, Jimmy, I'll tell your wife. I wonder what she'd do than, sissy? Maybe swat your fanny with something a lot harder than her hand."
He responded shakily, "Y... y... yes, Ma'am."
"You'd better hope somebody doesn't give her the perfect item to use on your backside or you'll be very sorry, won't you?"
"Y... yes, M... Ma'am."
The young woman winked at Bree and then sashayed off. It took an effort for Jim not to watch her cute bottom.
The rest of the meal went smoothly, for which he was glad. Then Bree made him go under the table to check and see if there was anything on the bottom of her shoe. He didn't find anything but, of course, touching her footwear and seeing her legs up close got him aroused and flustered. Trying to get back out he managed to hit his head. When he finally reemerged the waitress was back. She was handing Bree a large wooden spoon liberated from the kitchen, to use on his ass. Jim swallowed uncomfortably. His wife made him thank the young lady for her thoughtfulness. And yes, the tip he left was huge.
That's when they moved to the bar. Bree sat her attractive ass on a barstool, positioning herself between two tall, broadshouldered men. Jim had to stand meekly behind her and reach over the intervening space to pay for her first drink. One of the guys who had spotted the way she treated her spouse at the table, leaned toward Bree.
He said, "You know, pretty lady, you shouldn't bring your nephew in here. He's not old enough to be around men and booze."
She laughed merrily and gave his forearm a squeeze. Jim froze up inside from jealous anxiety. Bree said, "I like the way you think. And the way you look. Your glass is about empty. My 'nephew' would be happy to pay for your next round."
"He would?"
"Sure. Anything that makes me happy, makes him happy."
"So the drink'll be from you? I guess I'm going to owe you something in return." When she gave him a smokey, encouraging look from half-lidded eyes he went on, "I think you're trying to make me feel obligated to go to bed with you."
Instead of shying away, Bree said, "Well, that 'nephew' is, unfortunately, my husband. He doesn't have the tools to do the job in our bedroom, so I need somebody with a big hammer -- the bigger the better -- to fix what's wrong."
He put his hand on her thigh, high up, and Jim almost blew a blood vessel. "I've got exactly the right equipment, baby. And my apartment's five blocks from here."
"Great," she said. "You can drive me, and 'nephew' back there'll follow in our car. Like I said, he just wants me to be happy."
Poor Jim was whimpering. The bull finished his drink, stood, and gave Bree his arm. Then he glared down at Jim and slammed his fist into the little man's midsection, doubling him forward. Bree laughed at her husband's pain, then smacked him in the side of the head. He had to follow them out and bring the car around. He watched his wife and her 'find' share a long passionate kiss at the curb before they got into the guy's big flashy car. Then, his stomach aching, his nerves on edge, he followed them and parked half a block from where they stopped. He rushed to catch up to them inside. He needn't have hurried because they were busy enjoying another liplock, this one accompanied by mutual fondling. They all got into the elevator and, with the privacy it provided, the horny couple escalated their vertical foreplay. By the time they all reached the apartment door, Jim was trembling visibly.
The big hunk turned to Jim. "Hey, go back down. Take the stairs. The exercise'll do you good and we could use a few minutes to ourselves. Go to the bar across the street and get us a bottle of their best whiskey. Tell 'em to put it on Hank's tab."
Bree rubbed his broad chest through his thin shirt. "Junior can pay for it himself. He still has some allowance money. And Jimmy, make sure you take the stairs coming back up, too."
"Sounds good," Hank agreed. He openly fondled Bree's knockers.
Jimmy scurried off to the bar. He nearly emptied his wallet of its meager reserves paying for the alcohol. Then he trudged back up the steps and to Hank's door, which was unlocked. As soon as he entered he heard his wife giggling. He followed the sound to the bedroom door and then stopped. He coughed into his hand to let them know he was back.
Bree called out, "Get in here with the bottle, errand boy."
Jim opened the door and when he saw what was happening, couldn't move. Standing by the bed, the pair were almost done undressing each other. His wife sank to her knees and slid Hank's boxer shorts down his sturdy, hairy legs. As she did that, the man's cock sprang up, half erect, already at the seven inch mark, with a thick bulbous head. She took it between her soft, small hands and raised it reverently to her puckered lips to kiss it over and over. In less than a minute she had brought it to its full length of nine inches and added to its thickness as well. Jim stood there goggle-eyed, scarcely believing how much more Hank had to offer than he did. Bree fitted her lips around the knob of his cockhead and sucked it with spirit and passion. Jim almost lost his stomach.
After a few minutes Bree reluctantly pulled her lips off the all-night-sucker and glowered at her husband. "What are you staring at, weakling? Take that bottle to the kitchen, get two glasses, put some ice in them and pour us each about three fingers. And don't measure with your skinny little fingers. Imagine you're using Hank's big thick ones."
Jim did as he was told. He returned with the drinks and found the couple on the bed, naked, Hank kneeling between Bree's outstretched legs. It was more than Jim could endure.
"P... please, B... Br... Bree," he sputtered. "Don't do this. W... we're m... m... m... married."
"Too bad," she spat back. "Because I need to get f... f... f... fucked by a real man's cock." The pair on the bed laughed at her cruel imitation of her husband's newly acquired stutter. "You can drop your pants to your ankles and then kneel on that wooden chair, facing us."
He was too crushed to say anything else, or to not obey. He undid his trousers and let them fall, then made his jockey shorts follow. With difficulty he shuffled to the chair, got himself kneeling uncomfortably on it, and angled himself so he was facing directly at the amorous couple. As he was steadying himself, so as not to fall off the chair, Hank shoved half his cock into Bree's eagerly waiting pussy. She groan loudly and grabbed his arms.
"That's incredible, Hank. Give me more. Give me all of it. I need to be filled up. That wimp husband of mine will never feel the inside of my pussy again with that ridiculous little tiddler of his." She swore loudly as the stud sank himself into her up to his heavy balls. Then he began pumping her, in no hurry, taking her on a half hour ride that left her swooning and full of his heavy load of sperm. When they were done Hank rolled to the side and lay there. On his perch, Jim was weeping. He had lost his wife and knew it. She would cheat whenever she pleased and delight not only in the pleasure it gave her, but also in the pain it caused him.
*** Two weeks later, after many more trips to Hank's apartment, Bree and Jim were at home. He was watching his favorite TV show and she was flipping through a catalog of slutty lingerie, seeking something new for her husband to pay for and her lover to rip off her body. Her cell phone rang. She had left it on top of the TV. She got up to retrieve it and intentionally stood in front of the big floor model set so Jim couldn't see his program. She also talked loud so he couldn't hear. She even leaned on the TV with her broad ass sticking straight at her spouse, a clear message about how little she cared if he had a view of the screen. Bree was talking to one of her girlfriend Stacey, who now knew about her infidelity. They were swapping competing sex stories and Bree was winning.
Finally Jim, upset by everything, unthinkingly let out his anger. He said indignantly, "Bree, can't I even watch one TV show?" When she turned and sneered at him he knew how big a mistake he had just made.
"As a matter of fact, no, you can't. As of right now you're television privileges are revoked -- for good. You'll get as much TV as you get sex, which means none." She laughed, then told her friend on the phone what she had just done. Speaking again to Jim she added, "And now that you'll have all your former TV time free, you can start doing all the housework around here. It'll keep you out from under my feet."
He got up numbly. No more TV? That had been the one form of enjoyment she still allowed him. He wouldn't even have those few hours of relaxation now. Bree plumped herself down into his vacated recliner. She used the remote to change the channel and then went back to gabbing with her friend. Jim went to the kitchen and began desultorily washing dishes. When Bree was finally done with that call she came out and told him to switch to cleaning the bathroom. And so he wouldn't get his clothes dirty, he could do all his housework in the nude. He started to say something but then thought better of it. He was beaten. Stripping down to nothing, he neatly folded his clothes and put them in the bedroom. Then he got a bucket and brush to begin the long job of scrubbing the bathroom. Just wait, Bree thought to herself, until he finds out that I'll expect him to do it over again tomorrow and every day after that.
*** The next night she got a call from Hank. After chatting awhile and saying trampy things about having sex with her lover, loud enough that Jim couldn't miss them, she ended the call. She went to her husband, who was naked, flat on his belly, using a dustmop to clean under the furniture. She told him they were going to Hank's place -- again. He only whimpered, having been ordered not to speak around her. Then he got dressed to drive her.
When they arrived at Hank's apartment Jim got an enormous shock. Waiting for them was, not Hank, but a stranger. Bree went straight up to him, threw her arms around his neck, and gave him a deep lingering kiss. Jim's knees threatened to buckle. He forgot the no-speaking rule.
"Wh... what's happening?"
His wife looked at him as if he was a complete idiot. "Hank lost a sports bet with Gary here. Hank didn't have the twenty bucks handy to pay him so Gary gets me for the night."
"B... b... but that's, um, almost p... p... prostitu... tution."
"Big fuckin' deal," Bree told him. "Hank says Gary's cock is as big as his, so what do I care what you call this, loser?"
Gary shook his head. "Honey, your poor excuse for a husband doesn't have a spine."
"Yeah, no spine and no cock. Do you mind if I make him watch us? If you do a really good job of screwing me, you might even get to see loverboy here shed real tears."
"Sounds good. Hank says you have the jerk strip before you get slammed."
"Right, and then we think up some uncomfortable place for him to be while we get it on. Last time he had to kneel on a broom handle for the whole hour we were in bed. It hurt his sissy knees like hell."
So they made Jim stand at the end of the bed and then bend until his chin was on the footboard. It was an uncomfortable position and would keep getting worse the longer he stayed that way. Bree and Gary took their time making out, getting undressed and enjoying foreplay. Gary went to the kitchen to mix them some drinks. He came back and they resumed warming each other up. Then they were on the bed and going at it like a couple of crazed teenagers. Jim had to watch them with a perfect view of Gary's thrusting cock slamming his wife's waiting pussy. They came at the same time and Gary emptied his balls into her, leaving her overflowing with his thick glistening cum.
Not until they had snuggled and Bree had told Gary over and over how fantastic he was in bed did they allow Jim to straighten up. His back locked and he had to hobble around in pain, which they thought was funny. Gary had a mean streak and he made Jim get on the bed, on his belly, between Bree's legs and lap all that oozy sperm out of her. Jim was sickened but too afraid and too cowed to not obey. He cleaned up and swallowed every salty drop. He still couldn't believe that Hank had used her to pay off a 20 dollar bet, as if she was a hooker. Worse, she had gone along with and enjoyed it.
*** After that Bree kept her husband on a short leash, berating him for the slightest mistake in his chores, denying him the simplest privledges, not even letting him eat foods he loved, and keeping him so horny that he would say or do anything to gain permission to play with himself and, if he was lucky, to finish that way -- while she ridiculed him and called him 'jerk-off'. His life was a miserable mess, with her mocking him openly, and treating him like a worthless fool.
Often, while he was scrubbing out the toilet bowl with a tiny brush or standing in the corner with his bottom spanked -- she loved to wallop his buns with that wooden spoon the waitress had given him -- and a pair of her soiled panties over his head, crotchband against his nose, he would think about how all this had started. It was hard to believe that he had harbored a few fantasies and, when his wife got him to reveal them, he had been dragged down to such a low state. Jim was a total cuckold, houseboy, and body slave. Pauperized, teased and denied, spanked, and thoroughly broken, he had nowhere to go but down.
Bree had made him go far beyond his fantasy -- and was getting him hopelessly addicted to his wretched new life. But there was one more step she intended to take.
*** When she had Jim in a particularly off-balance state, three weeks since his last ejaculation, and after she had been bedded by another of Hank's buddies, she made her move. Bree invited her friend Stacey over with her husband Dave. She was super-sexy and he was tall and handsome. Jim was serving them snacks when his wife made the announcement.
"I'm so glad we came to our agreement," she said to the couple. "It'll be like a four-person swap club. Or rather, three people and Jimmy." They all laughed at that. "I get taken to bed by Dave, which I've wanted for years, and Stacey gets her pussy licked by my wimp husband until she pops. And Stacey, make sure he gives you more than one climax. If he doesn't try hard enough you can slap his face or put him over your lap for a spanking. He acts like a naughty boy so that's how you need to treat him."
Jim stood there, dumbfounded. They were going to do all that? He would have to serve Stacey in bed? He nearly dropped his tray of cheese, crackers and salami.
"Cool," said Dave. And then to his wife, "I'll want a complete report, babe. If he gets too far out of line I might have to step in and use him for my punching bag." Then, to Bree, he admitted, "I've always wanted to get you on the sheets too, honey. Everybody gets their fun." He turned his attention to Jim. "Or almost everybody."
"No, no," Bree told him. "That's the best part. I'm training Jimmy to crave all the teasing and abuse he gets, and not being allowed to finish most of the time. I mean, look at him right now, at that tiny bump showing under his pants." She snickered. "Jimmy, let that monster of yours loose and give our guests a good laugh."
Her husband blushed deeply but did what she said. His little dick stuck out, hard and bearing a drop of clear liquid on its tip. It might leak a bit more but that was as close as he would get to finishing tonight. In fact, Bree had decided to push him for a new record, a full month without relief. And she was already thinking of how much longer she could go the next time.
"So let's do it," she said. "I get hot just thinking about cheating on my shit-for-brains spouse. And I know he'll feel right in his place while he slurps your pussy, Stacey."
"I'm sure," she said, unfastening her wrap-around skirt and letting it fall. "I worked out at the gym today and didn't bother to wash afterwards. It'll be nice and salty for him."
Jim quivered. He said sheepishly, "Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you for being so thoughtful."
They all laughed at him. Then the four paired off and headed for two bedrooms. It was going to be a long night -- especially for Jimmy, whose fantasy had gone so far beyond what he had wanted, and was now his entire life.
