Monday's Book Sample

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Breaking in Her Husband

A Dominant Wife Story

His Orientation

 Marcus Johnson might have shaken his head at his predicament but it is hard to shake your head when it is locked between the vise like thighs of your wife.  He might have waved off any criticism of his choices but it is hard to wave when your hands are tied firmly behind your back.  He might have run away from his responsibility in the matter but it is difficult to run when you are on your knees with your booted feet tied together and lashed with a separate lead up to your hands.  In reality the only moves that Janine was going to allow him to make was the wagging of his tongue against her clit and slit.  Well he was also allowed to slide his nose up and down her nether lips as well.  In fact she loved the feel of his nose pressed inside of her.

As Janine looked down at her thoroughly bound husband she smiled with pleasure.  She loved the idea of him being submissive to her but he resisted that notion at every turn.  It was only because he lost the bet that he had agreed to this one weekend as her slave.  As she exploded with her second orgasm of the night she reached out and rubbed the back of his head to let him know that he had done a good job.  And then as an afterthought she said. “You know slave I think I may take me a lover.”

This caused him to try to pull back from her still quivering cunt.  Just to show him she was still in charge she gave him a hard lash across his shoulders with her riding crop.  “No one told you to move, slave.  It was just a thought; we can talk about it when your mouth has finished cleaning the juices from my pussy and thighs.  And she pulled him firmly back into place and urged his tongue to start anew.

An hour later he was still tied and on his knees but his head was no longer between his wife’s legs.  Instead she sat back in her easy chair, well it used to be his easy chair, and stretched her high-heeled boots out and brushed the toes across his lips.  She studied his reaction and was pleased that he was playing his part well enough not to pull his head away but rather even stuck his tongue out so that she could wipe some of the dusty leather across his wet tongue. 

Then she got up and walked a circle around him.  She inspected to make sure that the line keeping his hands in place was still tight.  She checked the knots around his high heel boots that she had insisted he put on before forcing him to his knees.  She admired the nylon panties that she had made him wear.  “You are almost the perfect slut She said..”

a book sample for Saturday

     Here is a small sample from one of my books.  If you find it interesting the complete book is available on Amazon.Com for the Kindle Store.  Here is the direct link:

     Cuckold's Anonymous http://amzn.com/B00MJQ6CMS

Cuckold's Anonymous

It was like any other room that 12-step programs use.  A couple dozen hard folding chairs arranged so that everyone had a good view of the podium.  There was a small table with a large coffee pot along one wall.  As I walked in I noticed that there were only about half of the chairs occupied.  People were spread out so that no one was really close enough for them to talk to each other.  That was not why they were here.  Eventually someone would get up and talk but not as a one on one type of thing.  They were here to admit that they had a weakness of some kind and perhaps to get held to overcome it.

This was my first visit to this particular group although I had been to several alcoholics anonymous meetings.  And I figured this was probably something similar.  When the big hand was straight up and the little hand was on the eight someone would walk to the microphone and announce they were ready to start.  I imagined that then someone would also offer some type of prayer or benediction, probably the "Serenity Prayer".  And then one by one people would offer their confessions of stupidity.  After a couple hours the meeting would break up and folks might congregate into twos or three and say to each other how much they needed to get these things off their chest.

I studied the group and was surprised when I noticed that a woman sat all alone in the far back row.  She was as far from the podium as she could get and I wondered what her purpose in being here was.  I thought some about walking back and asking her but just then the microphone came alive and I figured that I best find a seat before I stood out like a sore thumb.  After all I was not here to share.  I was only here to listen and record.

A tall thin man was tapping on the end of the microphone to get people's attention and only when most everyone was quiet and looking directly at him did he begin to speak.  "I want to welcome each of you here tonight and we will get started in just a few minutes, however I do need to ask someone to leave first.  Marcie I see you in the back corner.  You know this is a closed meeting to members of the female sex.  Would you please make this easy on everyone and vacate the meeting room?"

Everyone in the room was looking back over their shoulders in anticipation of what was to come next.  After what was a definite pregnant pause the woman rose from her seat but made no effort to walk towards the exit.  I studied her dress and demeanor and I could see that she was perhaps a little overdressed for this type of occasion but not so much that she seemed totally out of place.  She wore a plain cotton dress that came down below her knees and buttoned high on her neck, not showing anymore skin than what would be appropriate.  Her hair was done up in a bun in back and she wore a string of large pearls around her neck.  I could not see what she was wearing on her feet but I assumed they were probably flats from the fact that she was standing very firmly in place with her feet together.  If she had worn shoes with much of a heel she probably would have had to distribute her weight outward to maintain her posture.  She wore a minimum of makeup although you could tell her lips were a little pinker than if she wore no lipstick.  In all she was very attractive but not so much that she was trying to attract anyone and I wondered why the speaker was so adamant on her leaving.

Finally she spoke.  "Bill we have been over this before.  I have just as much right to be here as any other member of this group.  How do you know that I do not have something worthwhile to contribute?"

"Because you are a woman.  That is why.  How do you expect these men to open up and share their experiences if one of the people responsible for their miseries is in the room?"

"I don't remember you having any problem talking to me when we were married.  I am not leaving this room until I am good and ready.  You could call the police if you wanted but I think you know they would not respond.  We have been through that farce before.  Now why don't you get on with the meeting?  Maybe I will contribute, maybe not.

I had to admire her she had spunk.  I made it a point that when the meeting was over I would spend some time with her. 

Bill looked like he knew he was whipped, but then from her comment about them being married at one time I figured this was not the first time he had been whipped by this woman and probably literally.  "Alright settle down everyone.  I guess we will just have to ignore Marci and go on as if she isn't here.  Let's start with the serenity prayer."

I bowed my head not out of respect but rather just so I didn't stand out from the rest of the worshippers.  I had heard the words hundreds of times before so I didn't bother listening closely.  I was just happy that it was a short prayer so we could get on with what we were here for.

When it was over and a chorus of amens was uttered, Bill again spoke to the group.  I notice a few new faces tonight would any of you like to stand up and introduce yourselves?"  He tried to avoid looking directly at anyone particular person's face but for some reason his gaze seemed to fall directly on mine.  So I decided that I would draw less attention by doing as he asked than by trying to avoid the issue.

I rose to my feet and said.  "Hi, my name is Jack."  To which I got a chorus of "Hi, Jack."  And I was grateful that we were not in an airport or a bus terminal.  "I am just here to observe tonight being my first night and all. Perhaps I may share another time."  And I sat down without looking to the right or left.

"Alright then."  Bill spoke.  "Who would like to share something with the group?"

A Few of the Stories

Everyone looked around and shortly a short pudgy man stood up from near the middle of the room and made his way towards the podium and microphone.  "Most of you know me."  He began.  "My name is Roger and I am a cuckold."

"Hi, Roger."  Was the refrain from almost everyone's voice.

Roger then launched into his tale of woe.  From what I could gather he was no longer living with the woman that had turned him into a cuckold.  But I guessed that once a cuckold, always a cuckold.  Roger related to the group how hard it was to continue with life once he had made up his mind to leave his cheating wife.  She didn't allow him to take much with him and he had very little funds of his own so he was living in a shelter for battered men although he did not describe exactly what she had done to batter him.

This was pretty dull stuff for me.  I wished he would elaborate a little bit about how he came to become a cuckold.  I really didn't care how hard life was for him once he had committed to leaving the life.  And I imagined that because of the rules against sharing things that were said in the room, there was probably only one person I would be able to get that story from unless Roger was willing to tell me himself.  I was glad when he finally sat down and another man took his place.

The next man up was someone that I would not have figured to be sharing in this group.  He was about six-foot four and weighed perhaps 220 pounds and it did not look like any of that weight was fat.  He wore a short-sleeved shirt and you could tell that his arms were solid muscle and he had a neck the size of a small bull.  His face was so overly handsome that he could have literally taken his pick of most any woman he wanted.  So I was anxious to hear how he came to be in this group.

"Hi my name is Phil and I am a cuckold. "  And of course he had to wait for the obligatory "Hi Phil." to be tossed back at him.  "This is my first time here and so I guess I need to share a little background with you before I get to where I am now.  I got married a little more than ten years ago to what I thought at the time was the sweetest most loving woman in the world.  I am sure many of you know what I mean when I say that I loved her so much that I would do anything for her.  And truthfully I still would if she would have me back.

Well everything went along very well for the first few years.  We planned on having children and we really tried but nothing seemed to work.  And then we went to a fertility doctor to try and find out what the problem was.  Well, it turned out that I was sterile.  They could not tell exactly why but the problem was definitely with my low sperm count.  So we talked about various other options like adoption or perhaps artificial insemination.  But Charlotte didn't like either of those choices.  She wanted the child to be of her own flesh and blood so adoption was out and she wanted to be able to choose a donor that she knew and was comfortable with.   And of course she reminded me that the infertility problem was not her fault but mine.  Of course I tried to reason with her and show her that what she wanted was not possible within the confines of a true marriage.  We had many knock down drag out fights about the subject until finally she seemed to let it drop."  He hesitated at that point apparently trying to decide how much more he wanted to confide to a group of total strangers.  But sometimes it is easier to talk with strangers than friends and family and he went on.

"Well, we had a uneasy truce for a couple of years but we grew further and further apart.  We still had sex but more and more infrequently.  And the actual act took less and less time.  And then she started going out with the "girls".  At first it was once a month for lunch and then twice a month for dinner and a movie and then it was once a week and she didn't bother to tell me where they were going or what they were doing.  I wasn't suspicious at first but then she changed the way she was dressing to go out.  In the beginning she wore just casual clothes, jeans and a blouse with normal everyday flat-soled shoes.  Then dresses replaced the jeans, the blouses became more revealing and the shoes became fuck me pumps.  You know what I mean, shoes with heels so high that if you fell off of them you would kill yourself. She had not dressed that sexily since the first year of our marriage. 

Then she got all dolled up one Friday night.  She was wearing a skirt so short that I could tell she was wearing garters and not pantyhose and her blouse was so sheer that I could see she was not wearing a bra and I could plainly see her nipples through the material.  I tried to say something to her about how she was dressed but she just blew me a kiss and walked out the door.  "Don't wait up."  She yelled as she closed the door.

I had a few drinks and watched a little television and finally curiosity got the better of me so I went up to our bedroom and started going through her drawers.  They were full of lingerie that I had never seen before.  It looked like she had been spending hours shopping at Victoria's Secrets.  I knew she had not bought the stuff for me so I became suspicious as to exactly who she was showing it to.  Well, she did not come home that night or the next night.  The next time I saw her was late Sunday afternoon and she looked like she had been rode hard and put away wet.

I confronted her and demanded to know exactly where she had been, whom she was with and what they were doing.  Her answer was to tell me that I didn't want to know and that she was tired and was going to clean up and go to bed and she would appreciate it if I would move into the guest room so that I did not disturb her sleep.

Well the move into the guest room became permanent.  I did not know for sure that she had taken a lover but all the signs were there and so I hired a private investigator to find out for sure.

The next weekend came and again she got all dressed up and left the house early Friday night.  Again I did not see her until Sunday afternoon and again she refused to talk with me about where she had gone or what she was doing.  But by then I already knew.  The investigator had followed her when she left the house and reported to me that she had met with my best friend at a motel where she stayed in a room with him for the entire weekend.  He even managed to get some pictures of her through the window of the two of them kissing like newlyweds."

At that point he seemed to lose control and a few tears started to fall from his eyes.  When it became obvious that he would not be able to continue with his narrative Bill asked for someone else to share and it began all over with another man named Fred.

I started to tune him out because from attending a few alcoholics anonymous meetings, I figured all the stories would be similar with each progressive one trying to beat out the one that went before it.  And then I heard Fred say, "I am here because of my own stupidity."  And that got my interest fairly quickly.

"What I mean by that," Fred continued, "is the whole thing was of my making.  I had this foolish idea in my head that it would be really exciting watching my wife with another man.  I don't know if I got the idea from surfing the wrong sites on the Internet or if I was surfing those sites because I had the idea in the back of my mind and wanted to explore the idea.  In any event in almost every instance of Internet fantasy everything worked out for the best for the couple.  The woman always had a wonderful time enjoying the benefits of having a lover on the side and the husband was ecstatic just being allowed to watch or sometimes participate.  In the end everyone was happy.

So I broached the subject with my wife and her reaction was that I should immediately seek psychiatric help since I had obviously lost my mind.  But dear, I reasoned have you never had fantasies about being with another man, maybe someone younger than me, someone with a stomach like a washboard, someone with a cock like a stallion?

"Well when you put it like that, how could I not be interested?  So why don't you run right out and bring one like that back to me.  But keep in mind I am not settling for two out of three."  And then she laughed and walked away, probably to find the number to the nearest loony bin.

I should have been intelligent enough to let the matter lie but obviously intelligence is not my strong suit.  But I did let it lie for a while but I kept surfing the Internet and garnering more and more ideas of how wonderful it would be to see my wife writhing under another man moaning because she was being stretched wider and deeper than I could possibly accomplish.  Now isn't that just the dumbest thing you have ever heard?  Well probably not because I would bet dollars to donuts that the vast majority of you sitting here tonight started out exactly the same way."  And then from the back corner of the room came a noise of two hands being slapped together in complete agreement.

Fred halted his narration and looked back to where Marcie was now standing up and almost cheering.  "I would be glad to relinquish the floor to the lady if she would care to come forward and share what is on her mind."

And to that Bill put the kibosh in a hurry.  "No, Fred, you continue with your story.  Marcie sit down and be quiet or so help me God I will have you forcibly removed from this meeting.  This is my last warning."

"Oh shut up Bill.  You couldn't control me when we were married, what makes you think you can control me now.  You know that Fred was entirely right, everyone of you wimps are here because you started a ball rolling that you weren't man enough to stop.  Most of your wives did not go out and decide to find a lover although they probably should have.  Most of you pushed them into someone else's arms and then was surprised when they preferred the other man or maybe in some cases another woman.  So, Bill sit yourself down and let Fred continue with his story.  It is too bad that the media is not here so they could record it for posterity.  Go ahead Fred, continue."

And I smiled inwardly and then Fred started his story again.

"I think all of you know that Marcie is right.  I should have left it alone but I was thinking with my little head and not my big one and every time I thought of my wife with another man my little head began to swell and my big head began to contract.  So I kept pushing and plotting and conniving, trying to make something happen that would eventually prove disastrous to my marriage.  I am not going to bore you with the details but I will say this any husband that thinks bringing another sexual partner into the marriage will improve things, better think again."

He put down the microphone and walked back to his seat and again Marcie was applauding him as he went.  I was almost beginning to think that maybe he was a plant that she had encouraged to tell his story so that she could agree with it.  But I knew that all I was going to get out of this group would be bits and pieces of a much larger story.

a book for Sunday

He had tied her to their bed and left her with no way to get loose.  If he had taken the few extra seconds to gag her she might have died there.  But a neighbor had heard her screams and she had been rescued.  But now the nightmares had taken over and she had sought help from a therapist.  Too bad it was an evil therapist.  Read her story in "A wife afraid to be tied."  Here is the link:

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The Evil Therapist

This is a morsel from my book "The Evil Therapist".  If you want the full meal you can get it at the kindle store from Amazon.com.  Here is the direct link:

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Loretta Marks had just finished the kind of day that would have sent most psychologists running to their local bar to obliterate what they had seen and heard from their minds with hard liquor.  As a rape crisis counselor Loretta saw and heard the worst of the worst.  She counseled women and occasionally men that had been tortured abused and violated by other humans who saw them as mere prey.

And many of them had the marks to show for their ordeals.  Loretta had a photographic memory and so every bruise, cut; whip mark and cigarette burn was imprinted on her mind the same as a photograph is imprinted on a camera disc. And that attribute would be what would send most other people in her position screaming into an asylum.

But Loretta was not like most psychologists.  Loretta loved her job and she reveled in seeing every mark of torture that her clients bore as signs of what they had gone through at the hands of other humans.  While most therapists cringed when they saw the tears streaming down their clients faces Loretta had to work hard to hide her joy.

And now that her day was over she could not wait to get home and use and abuse her male slave.  He had also been one of her clients, a man appointed to her by the courts after his wife had forced him to sign over all his property to her and then had unceremoniously kicked him to the curb.  He had sought refuge in a homeless shelter and eventually had found his way into Loretta’s office.

Most of the people she treated, she actually tried to heal.  After all she had to maintain a certain percentage of successes or she would eventually lose her practice.  But Don had been one of those cases that she did not want to recover completely from his ordeal at the hands of his wife.  She could see potential in him, a male that could be molded to her will.  She had to congratulate his now ex-wife.  The woman certainly had a talent for breaking the opposite sex.  And Don was so completely broken that Loretta only had to plant a few seeds in his mind that he deserved everything his wife had given him.

Within a few more sessions she had him admitting that he wanted to crawl under her desk and lick the dirt from her shoes.  Of course she could not allow him to do that.  It would have been unethical.

But when she finally pronounced him cured and ready to reenter society she had led him to her secluded home and installed him as her personal slave and maid.  And of course part of his duties was to keep all of her footwear clean and spit shined.  The spit was required to come from his tongue.

A Wife Afraid to be Tied

Here is a sample from my book "A Wife Afraid to be Tied".  It is the story of woman who tries to overcome her greatest fear and is available from the kindle store at amazon.com  Here is the direct link:

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As I arrived at my Mother's house I was surprised to see all the cars parked around the property.  I had been led to believe that this was just a small gathering of some female friends and family but I could see that my definition of small was different than that of my mother. 

I made my way into the kitchen as that was where I knew I would find my mother.  As usual she was busy laying out food and beverages for her guests.  She spied me as I entered and gave me a huge smile.  “So the guest of honor has finally arrived?” she asked. 

“What are you talking about, Mom?  I don’t even have any idea of why I am here, so obviously I cannot be the guest of honor.  So, come on, spill the beans and tell me what is going on.”

“Well, Linda tells me that you are having a little problem with your love life and so I decided that maybe it was time we spiced things up a little bit.”

“And just how did you plan on doing that?  I don’t think that anything that could go on with all of these people in attendance could make much of a difference in my bedroom.”

“You just might be surprised.  Why don’t we go into the living room and find a place to sit a spell.”  She held out a glass to me.  I could tell right away by the aroma that it contained alcohol and I gladly accepted it.  I took a small sip and then followed my mother into the living room.

As we positioned ourselves in a couple of chairs she announced that it was time to get the action started and immediately music began to play.  The room got strangely quiet and then I saw three very large and very muscular men enter.  I was sure at that point that I knew what was about to take place and I really wanted no part of it.  So I got up and turned to my mother.

“Look, mom, I appreciate what you think is going to somehow make me feel better but three male strippers are not the answer.  I don’t want to spoil your fun so I will just take my leave.  You and Linda and the rest of your guests will have more entertainment without me.”

“Sit, down Mary.” My mother demanded.  “I went to a lot of trouble to set this evening up and you are going to sit and at least pretend to like what you see.”

“The hell I will,” I said with a raised voice.  “I am not some little girl that you can snap your fingers at and I will obey.  I am leaving whether you like it or not.”

But as I started for the door two strong sets of hands grabbed me at each elbow and pulled me roughly back into the chair.  Before I could hardly react I found my hands bound tightly behind my back.  And soon my feet were bound to the chair legs making it impossible for me to rise.

“Untie me this instant.  What in hell do you think you are doing?  If you untie me now we can just laugh this off and pretend it never happened but if you don’t there are legal repercussions that will take place.”

My mother stood up and walked directly in front of me.  She snapped her fingers and instantly a rubber ball was placed to my lips.  I knew what was happening and I refused to open my mouth but my mother grabbed both sides of my cheeks and began to squeeze.  I had no choice but to open my mouth to relieve the pressure on my jaw and the ball was then rammed home.  Two straps were pulled behind my head and fastened and I was not only helpless but muted as well.  “Now, young lady, we will have no more of your insolence.  Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

I really had no choice at that juncture and so I started to relax.  It felt kind of liberating knowing that I had no options but to follow along with what others wanted.  I could not believe that my mother would have me tied up and gagged in her own house.  What possible reason could she have for doing so?  And then all three men began swaying to the music and seductively started to unbutton their shirts. I found it strange that what just a few moments ago had seemed foolish and obscene, I now found to be titillating.  It seemed to take them forever to get that first layer of clothing undone, but it was well worth the wait.  All three of them were as solidly muscled as three men could be without being what you would call muscle bound. 

I soon found myself fantasizing about what it would be like to be held in those strong arms and a heat began rising from my nether region and spreading outward and upward.  And then I felt my temperature rise even more as they began to remove their pants.  This took way too much time as I was now lusting to see what kind of muscle they were concealing from my view.  I felt my breath coming quicker and quicker and I was afraid that everyone in the room would be aware of my state of rut.  I almost imagined that the odor from my sex was plainly apparent to the entire crowd.

When their pants were finally pulled off and twirled about the room before being tossed to whoever they landed on, I can honestly say that I had never seen three more perfect masculine bodies in my life.  All that was hiding the last vestiges of their skin was a small pieced of silk or satin that left little to the imagination.  I could see three very large bulges that I desperately prayed would be released at last from their confinement. And as each of the men hooked their thumbs into their waistbands and began to lower the cloth they began to seductively sway their way over to me.  Very soon I had partially exposed cocks to the right of me, to the left of me and directly in front of my face. And all I could think or was why were they still partially covered?

I could feel the heat in my cheeks and I knew that everyone in attendance would know that I was blushing.  My mother came over and whispered something in the men’s ears, which caused them to close in around me even closer.

I could not believe how excited I was beginning to feel.  The moisture between my thighs was accumulating in my panties and I was afraid that when I finally got to stand up that the back of my white pants would be wet.  The men got closer and closer and one of them lowered his tight shorts just enough and his erect penis shot straight out and swiped across my face.  Involuntarily I jerked my head back but then remorse set in as he tucked it away and moved behind me.  But another quickly took his place swaying back and forth seductively and this time when the meat came out I did not move away but rather tried to make as much contact as I could.  I cursed under my breath wanting the damn ball gag out of my mouth so that something much more interesting could replace it.  As I have mentioned before oral sex has never been my thing but right now I would have given a lot to feel that long hot piece of flesh slide over my tongue.

By now my cunt was dripping into my panties and I swear I could almost smell myself.  And it was obvious that one of the male strippers must have been able to as well as he sort of did the limbo in reverse right in front of my lap.  He made a big show of doing deep breathing exercises and I could hear the crowd oohing and aahing as if they knew exactly why he was doing them.  And then he stood directly in front of me and lowered his protective covering exposing the largest of the three members.  He made no attempt to keep it from making contact with my face and I was so grateful when he actually took it in his hand and wiped it across my lower lip.  I could feel a slight drop of pre-cum as it made its path across and all I could think of was why could I not stick my tongue out and lap it up.  And being right under my nose the clean but manly scent of his cock was driving me wild.

Only when he moved away and my eyes could focus on something other than the most delectable piece of man flesh I had ever seen did I notice several of the other women in the audience trying to reposition their pants.  Apparently I was not the only one that had a moisture problem.

The dance was all too soon over and the men began putting their clothes back on.  The last dancer, the one with the largest package came over to me after he was again fully dressed.  He bent down close to my ear and whispered so that only I could hear him.  "You are one hot momma.  I would really like to spend a little more time with you.  The next time with you tied down to my bed."  And he reached down and unbuttoned the top of my blouse and inserted what I figured was a business card into the cup of my bra.  He made sure that his thumb brushed across my very erect nipple as he did this.  "Give me a call anytime if you would like to see more of me.  I know I want to see a lot more of you."

Only when the dancers had departed did my sister come to me and begin removing the ball gag.  As she pulled it from my mouth the first thing I did and I swear it was instinctual was to run my tongue across my lower lip.  This did not go unnoticed by Linda and she gave me a big smile.  "Can you be a good little girl now if I untie you and let you up?"

"Maybe," I replied.  "Unless of course you have some more surprises for me.  Just don't put that gag back in my mouth though.  It really hinders the activities."

Joke Book

This is just one joke from a book written by a friend of mine.  It is entitled Politically Incorrect or Dirty Jokes.  I have provided the direct link below.

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32. “A bell hop helped an old man and a young girl to their room.  He had been told that they were just married and he figured that she must have married him for his money.  The next morning he saw the old man coming into the lobby with a bounce in his step and a gleam in his eye.  A few minutes later he saw the man’s wife making her way slowly and what looked to be painfully into the lobby as well.  He could not control himself and went over to the young woman and said, “How is it that your husband, who must be 65 years old, looks to be in such good shape this morning and you a very young woman can hardly walk?”  She replied, “He told me that he had been saving up for 40 years and I thought he meant money.”

Reader's Choice

Here are the links to just four of my books.  All of them deal with dominant women and reluctant slave husbands.

Addicted To High Heels or a Slave To My Wife's Boots Link: http://amzn.com/B00JHPKFEA

Cruel Wife Slave Husband Link: http://amzn.com/B00JV81D2G

My Wife's Revenge  Link: http://amzn.com/B00KLNAERK

How My Wife Became Julie's Slave Link: http://amzn.com/B00KP0LDDI

a book snippet

Here is a snippet from one of my books.  It is entitled "How My Wife Became Julie's Slave"  and is available from the Kindle Store at Amazon.com  Here is the direct link:

http://amzn.com/B00KP0LDDI

“You won’t be working up a sweat with the use of my body anytime soon unless you start doing as you are told.”

“So that is how it is going to be?  Either I knuckle under to your demands or I get shut out in the sex department?  Well, I have news for you.  If you don’t want me in your bed, I bet I can find someone else that will.”

“Two of us can play that game.” She said matter of factly.  “But I bet once I tone a few muscles, I can get another man before you can find a woman that wants your flab.”

And she walked out of the room before I could even think of a comeback.

Although my pride was hurting I did not want to continue the argument with Jill.  And she did not mention what had transpired again.  We went to bed that night but she did not welcome my advance but simply turned her back to me and went to sleep.

Several days went by with the two of us having an uneasy truce.  Every night after dinner she would make her way down into the basement and be gone for an hour.  And then she would return with her hair wet and put up in a towel.  And while she was gone, I would take out a beer and sit in my easy chair.  And then one night I went up to my bedroom and stripped off all my clothes and inspected myself in the full length mirror.  I indeed had quite a few extra pounds that needed to be shed.  The thought of taking my clothes off in front of anyone with Peter in the same room sent shock waves of humiliation through me.  But then I had no intention of taking my clothes off in front of anyone other than my wife.  Did I?

It was then that I made a decision.  I could stay stubborn and take matters into my own hands when it came to sex.  Or I could swallow my pride and maybe get back in Jill’s good graces.  So I slipped on a pair of shorts and an old sweat shirt along with my walking shoes and headed down to the basement.  Jill was just starting to sit down at the rowing machine when she saw me enter the room. 

She gave me a huge smile seeing the way that I was dressed and said, “Welcome to my humble abode.  Have you come to join me sir Knight?”

I took a long look at her long legs that were obviously much tighter than they were only a few days ago and then at her breasts that seemed to stand up a little straighter.  “God, you look good enough to eat.” I stated.

“If you work really hard this whole week, maybe I will let you eat me this weekend.”

I started up the treadmill at a slow walk.  I got bored with that after just a couple of minutes and cranked it up so that I was jogging.  But that only lasted a little while as well when I felt myself running out of breath.  And I slowed it down and then stopped it.

Jill, looked at me with what I could only classify as disdain.  “You are not quitting already, are you?”

“What do you mean already?  It feels like I have been on that thing for an hour.”

“If you don’t give it a chance to stretch you out a little you will not gain anything.  Would you like me to help you stick to a proper regimen?”

“And just how do you intend to do that?”

Jill climbed off of the rowing machine and came over to me.  “Here get back on the treadmill and I will show you.”

I did as she ordered and she took my right wrist and placed it in a Velcro sleeve which she wrapped tight.  Before I could begin to object she followed suit with my left wrist.  “There, now I am going to turn it on to a fast walk and set the timer for 15 minutes.  You will have no choice but to keep up or you will find yourself being dragged.”

I was soon huffing and puffing but I had no choice but to keep my legs churning.  What seemed like an hour later I heard a bell sound and the machine slowed down and eventually stopped.  Jill then came over and released my arms and helped me off the belt.  She handed me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all.  When I finished the water she gave me a towel and told me to wipe myself off.

“Now it is time for your turn on the rowing machine,” she announced. 

I gave her a look that said you are out of your mind but she just grabbed my arm and led me to the other piece of equipment.  I sat down in the seat and she again fastened my arms to the machine.  After making sure that the machine was adjusted properly she started it up and again set a timer.

When the time finished she helped me up and told me to take a shower.  Every muscle in my body felt like it was on fire and I spent a long time under the hot water.  But just thinking about being tied down by my wife, did cause one muscle to tighten up.  Maybe if I was really good I could get her to tie me to our bed.

The week went by with Jill and me exercising for an hour and together.  We would each work out on a machine for 15 minutes, drink a bottle of water then do sit ups for 10 minutes then another 15 minutes on the other machine and then a few calisthenics.

She really did not have to do it but I still allowed her to fasten my hands to the machines.  Honestly it gave me a boner just allowing her to do it and I think she realized that.  By the time Saturday came I noticed that I was beginning to breathe easier.  Jill had increased her time on the machines to 30 minutes each and she insisted that I increase mine to 20 minutes.  The hardest part of the program was the setups and I wished there was some way to be forced to accomplish those.  I mentioned this to Jill and she got a funny look on her face.

“Well, I can’t force you to do it but perhaps I can entice you to.”  She then had me lay on the mat on my back and asked me to do a setup as high as I could lift myself.  She then took off her shorts and stood with her back to my face and bent to the approximate height that I had reached doing the setup.  Now, do your setup and make sure you make contact with my ass.  Then stick out your tongue and lick what you can reach.  And she reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks.  I will tell you that doing setups became very enjoyable very fast.

I never enjoyed doing exercises so much in my life.  I actually looked forward to each session and was not even grumpy when my wife insisted on increasing each time on each device.  I even thought I noticed some improvement in my waist line.  And I knew that my leg muscles were more toned as were my arms and chest.  Of course I had another muscle that was not growing and I knew in my heart that no matter how much the rest of my body improved that would be the muscle that kept me from stripping down beyond my shorts.

When Saturday came, Jill was true to her word and she told me I could spend as much time as I wanted worshipping her body with my tongue.  I surprised her and myself by requesting that I be allowed access right after her evening workout and before she took a shower.  She gave me a funny look but acquiesced without much more than a smirk.  “You know that I will be hot and sweaty then.” She stated.

“I know, that is what makes the idea exciting.”

“All right but I want you to do your exercises and finish before me.  You I want to be showered and clean before we start.  I don’t want you dripping sweat on me while you work.”

  I timed it perfectly and made sure that I was clean and toweled off just as she finished her workout.  We had a padded bench in the workout room and I asked her to lie back on that as I did not want even a little of her precious nectar to fall from her body in the climb to our bedroom.

“You are getting to be very kinky, you know.  Maybe I will decide to turn you into my slave, like Peter is to Julie.”

“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves.  Let’s just enjoy this moment.”

I was going to start with her face, but she nixed that idea.  “Give me a cool cloth and I will take care of my own face,” she demanded.  “Everything from my neck down is fair game.” 

So that is where I started.  I made sure that every drop of sweat was licked from every inch of her skin.  It took me a long time to finish her breasts and she was panting heavily by the time I moved to her belly.  I deliberately passed her pubic area by and went to the top of her legs.  I worked my way down both legs and even licked between her toes and the soles of her feet.  I then told her to turn over and I repeated the process on her back.  And finally I allowed myself to enjoy the best section of her body. 

I first started with her pussy and spent a long time making sure that every inch that I could reach was licked clean.  I avoided long contact with her clit but even so she was bucking her hips rapidly.  I felt her ass cheeks clench and she began shaking her head side to side and moaning.  I could tell that this was one of the strongest orgasms she had ever had and I swelled with pride.

I stood up away from her to allow my back to rest for a minute.  She must have misunderstood my motive for she said very loudly.  “Oh no you don’t.  You are not finished yet.  The best is yet to come.  Get your tongue busy between the cheeks of my ass.”

Having her demand me do it made it even more special.  I did everything that I could to ensure that she was clean as deep as my tongue would go.  And as I reamed her hole she was busy with her fingers on her slit and soon was writhing with another huge orgasm.  And although I was as hard as I had ever been I made no attempt to mount her body.  I wanted her to enjoy the warm afterglow without having to strain for anything more. 

When her breath had come back to normal she turned to face me.  She looked happier than I had seen her in a long time and I wondered if she was going to tell me why.

“Martin, you know I loved what you just did for me.  And part of me wants to reciprocate in some fashion.  But another part of me wants to keep you hard like that for the rest of the night.”

I did not reply I just reached for a towel and asked her if she would like to towel off or go take a shower.

She reached out and took my cock between her fingers and gave it a strong squeeze.  “How many times have you masturbated this past week, Martin?”

I hung my head a little in shame never having had to explain my self-gratification to anyone before.  Strange that in 20 years of marriage my wife had never before asked me about masturbation.

“Pretty much every day after our work outs,” I said.  “You know being allowed to lick your ass when I am doing setups gets me hard as hell.  Are you disappointed in me?”

“No, not really but I want you to promise me that you will never do it again.”

“I don’t understand.  It has never even been a topic of conversation before.  I can’t promise you something that I don’t know that I can keep.  Why does this bother you so?”

“Whether you know it or not you have been ceding a little of your control to me for the past week.  Every time that I tie you to a machine and up the timer, you give a little more of your freedom to me.  And frankly I find it stimulating.  Now I want to take control of your orgasms.  Even though you have just got me off twice, my pussy is wet just thinking about that further bit of control you could give me.”

“I really don’t know what to say.  I have really enjoyed this last few weeks with you and I love making you happy.  But promising you something that I am quite sure I could not keep is not fair to either of us.  You would only think you are getting what you want and I would feel guilty for deceiving you.  I will do my best but just keeping my hands away from myself for the rest of the night is going to be difficult.  I am so hard that I feel like I am going to explode.”

“I am going to help you tonight, but you are going to have to learn to control yourself in the future.  I cannot stand watch every minute of every day to make sure you are not playing with yourself.  I don’t understand why this needs to be this difficult.”

And I wanted to say I don’t understand why it is so important to you all of a sudden but I thought keeping my mouth shut would be a better idea.

Jill ushered me upstairs and told me to go into the bathroom and get ready for bed but then she added.  “Don’t close the door.  And don’t touch your cock any more than you need to shake the dew off the lily.”

As I headed into the bathroom I threw her a parting shot.  “You really don’t trust me do you?”

“You have already told me that I can’t trust you.  But for tonight I can make sure you do as you’re told.  I will have to find a more permanent solution come tomorrow.  I am sure that Julie will have some ideas for me.”

And then it dawned on me.  I should have figured it out much sooner.  Julie was the one putting these queer ideas into my wife’s head.  I was going to make sure that I had a long talk with Peter as soon as I found an opening.

I finished up in the bathroom and when I came out, my wife had my side of the bed turned down.  I went to the closet to get my pajamas but Jill stopped me from putting them on.  “You will sleep in the nude tonight.  I have a special surprise for you.”

Normally I like surprises but the way she said it kind of set my teeth on edge and I looked at her quizzically.

“Get into bed and lay on your back.  I can’t trust you on your stomach as you would probably find a way to masturbate by rubbing against the mattress.”  And then she showed me the several pieces of clothesline she had in her hand.

The idea of a little bondage did excite me and I soon found that was a mistake.  I had lost most of my erection waiting at the bowl to urinate but now I was rock hard again.  Jill noticed it and shook her head.

She helped position me the way she wanted and tied both of my wrists together and pulled the rope through an opening in the headboard.  She then tied my ankles together and tied them securely to the footboard.  I was able to move a little but not enough to have any possibility of turning over.  I was not used to sleeping on my back and I figured I was going to be in for a long night.  And as it turned out I was underestimating the agony.

Jill covered me up and then climbed into bed beside me also completely nude.  She snuggled as close to me as possible so that her nipples were mashed against my side.  She then reached down and manipulated my cock a little bit with her finger tips and made sure that I was as hard as possible.  Her last act was to throw her bare leg directly across my straining meat, snuggle down and went to sleep.  I on the other hand spent the first few hours wishing that I could relieve the tension in my groin.

The Days Leading Up to the Party Day One

The next day at work, I could not forget about what Jill had did to me and soon I found myself sneaking into the men’s room and into a stall.  I made sure no one was around and snaked out my cock and began stroking it.  It did not take very long for the sexual tension that had built up to explode out of the tip as jet after jet of cum splashed into the bowl.  I squeezed the last drops out and wiped them away with a piece of toilet paper, then flushed and left the stall.  I stood before the sink washing my hands and looked into the mirror.  What I saw was not pretty.  My face clearly showed the guilt that I felt for betraying my wife.  I don’t know why an act that I had performed hundreds of times over the years should cause me to feel guilty now, but it did.  I did not look forward to going home this evening.

As I walked into the house, I heard voices coming from the basement.  I took off my coat and tie and hung them over a chair before going to the refrigerator and grabbing a beer.  I drank about half of it and then decided it was time to see what was going on.  As I descended the stairs I could tell that the voices I had heard belonged to my neighbor Julie and my wife Jill.  They were laughing and seemed to be really enjoying themselves.  I thought for a minute about turning around and going back upstairs but my curiosity got the better of me and so I announced my presence and entered the exercise room.

I could not believe what I saw.  My wife and Julie were indeed talking but neither of them were wearing a stitch of clothing except for their athletic shoes.  I stood there with my mouth hanging open and my wife started laughing at me.  “If you are going to stand there gawking at us, take off your clothes and join in the fun.”

I started backing out of the room but my wife stopped me.  “Oh no you don’t.  Julie and I have been discussing your problem and she has a great solution.  So get back in here and have a seat on the bench.”

“First of all, I don’t think I have a problem.” I stated.  “And second of all it is none of Julies’ business.  Now I am going to go back upstairs and I would suggest that you might want to put some clothes on before you join me.”

“You walk up those stairs before we have talked this out and you will have a big problem.” She said with menace in her voice. 

I stopped in my tracks because I had never experienced Jill speaking to me in that tone.  Even when we had arguments in the past, as all couples do she had seldom raised her voice.  It was not just the octave of her voice but the clear venom it spewed.  I really did not want to have this out between us with our neighbor in the room but what choice did I have?

I stepped back into the room and turned my attention directly to Julie.  “I don’t know what kind of nonsense you have been filling my wife’s head with but I would like you to leave my house.”

Julie made no move to follow my command.  She just looked over at Jill for her take on the matter.

“This is my house too, Martin.  I invited Julie over here and she is welcome to stay as long as she likes.  And as far as ideas, here is one.  If you don’t sit down on that bench and remove your clothes the only sex you will ever have again is jerking off unless you can find some other woman or maybe a man to service you.  I have heard that men who masturbate too much are really closet queers.”

I could not have been more shocked if she had slapped me across the face.  I had never in my life had a homosexual thought and I figured that Jill knew that.  But the way she threw it out to me told me that somewhere deep down she believed what she said.

I went over and sat on the bench as she had directed but I made no move to remove my clothing.  “Jill, I don’t know why you want me to disrobe, but I am not comfortable taking my clothes off in front of an almost stranger.”

“And I am not comfortable with a grown man that cannot keep his hands off his dick.  We are going to put a stop to that right now or I am going to find someone else to share my bed.”