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.”