Rob and I had been married for twenty-three years. Rob was an insurance salesman, frequently on the road for days, sometimes at a company office two hours away, and otherwise working from home. He had an office in the house, with its own phone, computer, and furniture. Rob often had checks from clients, as well as confidential papers, which he kept in a lockable "safe drawer" in his desk. I worked part-time from a local real-estate office.
I was absolutely in love with Rob. He was a good husband, good provider, a good father to our children, and was devoted to us. He coached the kid's teams and served as a scout leader to the extent his travels permitted. We shared the same views about money, saving, raising children, politics, almost everything. We never really fought.
Rob had once commented that he liked the way I looked in heels. At church, I could not help notice his eyes following women's legs and shoes as they walked up the aisle to Communion, and if there was a woman across the aisle with crossed legs and a dangling heel he seemed transfixed while trying to hide his interest.
Rob always had a much higher sex drive than I did, probably wanting it at least once a day. My interest level was more on the order of every other week. Rob's interests were also far broader than mine. After much pressure, I had in the early years taken Rob's cock in my mouth a few times, but just did not like it. I knew this was a favorite activity of many men, and it would have been one of Rob's, but I just didn't like it, so we didn't do it. Of course I knew girls who were proud of being regarded as a great lover because they would allow a man to ejaculate in their mouth, a thought I couldn't stand.
I sometimes liked Rob to "go down" on me, but I was uncomfortable with even that if I had not showered thoroughly before. I disliked French kissing, something Rob also wanted but had "given up on". Rob occasionally expressed frustration and dissatisfaction with the frequency and lack of "wet contact" in our sex. In one rare instance when we made love right after exercising, he tried to lick my sweaty armpit, and I immediately clamped my arm to my side. He had tried getting his mouth on my pussy when I hadn't showered, which I just could not abide. Once, when I was just starting my period, he begged to be allowed to taste me, but again, I refused, as I did on a few occasions when he tried to get his tongue between my ass cheeks. I just couldn't stand the thought of him tasting me "dirty". After all, we did have "normal" sex.
Rob once said he felt closed out because I wouldn't let him taste the "real me," like I was saving it for someone deserving. He said it sounded like I was glad we had made "responsible" choices, rather than having been led astray by urges to be with someone we longed to be physically integrated or "at one" with. He said he had that longing for me, but that I didn't seem to have it for him. I assured him this wasn't so. To me, our sex life was fine; like it was supposed to be. We did all the things that any normal couple would do. Rob had introduced some vibrators into our sex life, and I increasingly enjoyed him using them on me. I had even used them myself on a few occasions when he was away. We would kiss. I would let Rob touch and kiss my breasts, then put his fingers inside me, after which I would quickly ask him to get on top and enter me, and we would screw until he had a climax. If I was turned on, I would have one pretty quickly. If I was having sex just to satisfy Rob, I would try to get him inside me as quickly as possible so he could get off and we could go to sleep.
Our life was so perfect, our sex life was normal, and I loved Rob so much, that I couldn't see these imagined or silly "deficiencies" in our sex life being any more of a problem for Rob than I found the annoyance or inconvenience of his leaving the medicine cabinet drawer open after brushing his teeth.
Working in his office at home one afternoon preparing for the next day's out-of-state week-long trip, Rob got a call that the head scout leader wanted him to stop over, and Rob headed for his house. Almost immediately after he left, I remembered an invitation we had gotten to a wedding, and had given him to mark on his office calendar, but I still needed to put it on mine. Not finding it on Rob's desk, I searched through a pile of magazines, papers, and newsletters sitting on a chair.
As I looked through the pile, I came upon an unusual magazine, open to a classified ad section. Thumbing through the pages, there were pictures of men kissing and licking women's armpits, breasts, backsides, legs, shoes, bras, and every other part. Women were inserting vibrators or dildos in the men's rectums. They were masturbating the men, or making them do it themselves, and then having them lick their semen from the women's bodies, shoes, dildos, etc., and these were the "milder" activities depicted! Some women were beating or torturing men. Others were urinating in a man's mouth, or having him remove a tampon with his teeth and lick her clean.
The classified section had ads from women all over the country offering to make men worship them in the same way. Most were for visits of an hour or two, costing at least a hundred dollars. One ad was titled "Thirty Dollar Quickie":
"Bring your dildo or vibrator and size 8 heels. Lie naked on the floor before my throne, your legs in the stirrups. As I tell you how my wheel-driven electric fucking machine is sliding the dildo you brought in and out of your pussy, you will lick and worship the shoe in your mouth while my other high heeled foot strokes you to climax. Or I may make you show me how you hold and rub the shoes on your cock until you cum when we have phone sex. I'll describe how my womanizing machine continues pussifying you until you have licked every drop of cum from my shoes. And I do mean every drop. All this in fifteen minutes. Take the heels and dildo with you. You'll be bringing them back to me over, and over..."
Rob's drawer was open, and inside I found more magazines hidden beneath the papers. There were also several DVDs. Rob called to say that his scout meeting was going to take a while and he might not be home until six, so I could plan dinner. I browsed a few more of the magazines, looking at the pictures and skimming some of the stories and articles. I popped one of the DVDs into the player. It had excerpts of videos Rob had rented or downloaded. They featured extensive sessions of men undressing their "mistresses" and worshipping them orally. The men would kiss the women's armpits, breasts, asses, pussies, or shoes. A man was wearing a plug in his ass while fucking a woman, and then licked his semen out of her vagina. Men were lying on their backs masturbating before women fucking them with condom covered strap-on penises. In some, after the man would cum, the mistress would remove the condom and dip the strap-on in the cum and make the man lick or suck it clean. One picture showed a man lying on the floor masturbating as a woman urinated in his mouth, and a dildo was driven in and out of his ass like a piston by a holder connected to a motor-driven wheel. After the man came, the woman repeatedly dipped her shoe in his cum and made him lick it. In other scenes men ejaculated and licked cum from women's bodies or clothing in sessions that presumably would last over an hour.
Knowing Rob would be rushed for time and not inspecting his drawer, I took several magazines and DVDs to peruse while he was away, and then turned to fixing dinner and doing what I could to gather clothes and things he would need for his trip. This gave me several days to look through the magazines and watch the DVDs more thoroughly.
The magazines had both pictures and stories. Some involved women talking in the most demeaning and insulting way to the men. In some, the women were whipping the men or inflicting pain in other ways. In others, the women were seducing the men into revealing their most intimate and embarrassing fantasies, and then using that knowledge to make the men perform the forbidden and embarrassing acts with them as a sign of the woman's love for and desire to secure the love of her partner.
The kinds of scenes Rob had excerpted onto his DVDs were all of the latter quality: Women requiring men to perform their most hidden fantasies to show their love for the woman in the most embarrassing way, and the woman indicating that she liked to be the object of her partner's love; to make him reveal his most hidden fantasies; and would require him to perform for her over and over for the rest of his life.
In almost all the scenes Rob recorded, after the man climaxed, his partner insisted that he eat his cum. If he came inside her, she made him lick every drop of semen from her pussy. If she had fucked him with a strap-on dildo, she would remove the condom, dip the dildo in the puddle of semen, and make him suck and lick it. Or, she would use her shoe or boot or foot to collect it and put her foot in his mouth for him to lick it clean.
One magazine article talked about cum-eating, and helped me understand. For some men, being told how they would have to lick and swallow every drop of their ejaculate as they escalated toward climax was extremely exciting. But, the instant these men climaxed, they would have no interest whatever, and even be slightly repulsed and extremely humiliated by the idea. Yet, half an hour later, the man would feel dissatisfied, like their sex life was incomplete, if the woman had not required that he eat his cum from her both to satisfy her longing to see him do it, and as evidence of his total devotion and to be sure he knew the totality of their union. Having the woman tell the man as he ate his ejaculate how she loved to see him cleaning her; how he could have no doubt that she was his; and how she loved knowing that she would be watching him eat every drop of cum he ever produced in the future as a sign of his love for her, made it all the more exciting. In fact, while having no interest when starting to lick semen, the man might be fully ready for another climax when done, given the right verbal atmosphere.
