Larry and I have been married for almost five years, but our marriage has been in trouble since the honeymoon. Unfortunately, I waited until I was thirty-six to get married, because it was important for me to marry the right man. My long wait proved to be in vain.
I admit that I am a bit spoiled, and I prefer having things my own way. I must also admit that when Larry first came into my life, he was very considerate of me. He was very romantic, and he pampered me endlessly.
His sweet behavior quickly stopped after we got married, however. When he also stopped helping out with the household chores, I began holding back on my sexual favors. Before long, our love life deteriorated to an occasional quickie once, and maybe sometimes, twice a month.
To be honest, I didn't miss having sex with Larry because it was never very good to begin with. He focused on his own pleasure, and usually rolled over to fall asleep soon after he came.
Unknown to him, I had become very close to Betty, my beautiful next door neighbor. It just so happens that she's bi-sexual. She took me under her wings and taught me the wonderful pleasures of feminine sex. Sex with her is so wonderfully blissful! After a few months of lovemaking with Betty, I cut Larry off altogether. Oh sure, he grumbled and complained for a while, but eventually he quieted down. Since there had been a time when we had sex more than once a day due to his annoying persistence, his eventual indifference made me wonder how on earth he managed without any pussy.
I accounted for all of Larry's time. I even called him at different times each day at work. Every time I called, he was there. So if the wimp was having an affair, I couldn't imagine how. He really had me stumped until a few months ago.
On my way to work one morning about six months ago, I realized that I had forgotten a dress that I wanted to return during my lunch hour. So I returned home to fetch it. Larry was in the bathroom with the both the shower and the overhead fan running, so he didn't hear me come in. As usual, he left the door slightly ajar to let some steam out of the room.
Was I ever shocked! There was my celibate hubby sitting on the toilet jerking-off! I had never known him to beat off prior to that. In fact, he even pretended to despise guys who did. I suddenly wondered if he might be jerking off every morning after I had safely left the house.
I almost burst through the door to embarrass him, but I'm glad that something held me back! As I stood there and quietly watched him, I not only felt amused, but I also began to feel gratified that I had reduced him to masturbating for release! Suddenly, a devious idea popped into my head. If I could somehow capture his wanking on videotape, I could really have my way with him! Not only would I have him helping out with the household chores again, I could get him to do all the work! I felt confident that I could even turn him into my little subbie boy.
I knew that Betty would be tickled pink with my idea. Thanks to her, I had already been studying some female dominant material online. For the past couple years, she had been egging me on to dominate Larry like she had been dominating her own hubby.
Although I had never given it serious though before, at that moment, just thinking about dominating Larry started to make my pussy wet. So instead of "catching" him, I allowed him to continue wanking. My mind raced as I wondered how to ensnare him. I arranged to start work late the next morning, but I left the house at the usual time. I drove a few blocks away, and had a cup of coffee at McDonald's. Then I returned to the house again. Sure enough, I found Larry was sitting on the crapper while running both the overhead fan and the hot water in the shower.
The bathroom was steamy, but through the small opening of the door, I could still clearly see him beating his meat. And this time he was holding a pair of my used panties up to his face. They were the panties I'd left in the laundry hamper the night before.
Since I do my laundry on Sunday nights, my panty-sniffing husband had none to play with on Monday morning. He's a clever little panty slut using only my dirty panties! Had he been using my clean ones, I surely would have noticed!
I watched as Larry increased his tempo. When he finally started to cum, I quickly but quietly left the house. I felt elated to catch him again, because I felt more certain that he was jerking off on each work morning. If this were the case, it would be fairly easy to hatch my devious little scheme. As soon as I got to work, I called Betty and revealed my plan to her. She was absolutely delighted, and insisted that I stop by her house before returning home from work.
When I got there, Betty behaved like an excited, teen-aged girl. She had arranged for her sub hubby to borrow some high tech surveillance equipment from the police department he works for. Betty made him bring it home during his lunch hour.
Of course, I agreed to let her watch whatever I was able to film. She also suggested that if I got what I wanted on film, we should force Larry to give us both a live performance of his masturbation skills. She certainly didn't have to twist my arm!
I left hurriedly, since I wanted to get the camera into the house before Larry got home. I didn't arrive a moment too soon, for I heard the garage door opening just as I was hiding the camera!
I pretended to leave for work the next morning, but I had arranged to take the day off. I went to a nice restaurant and treated myself to a big breakfast, then returned home an hour later. By then, Larry had left for the day.
I first checked my dirty panties in the laundry hamper. I had folded them in such a way that I would notice if they had been tampered with. I was glad to discover that my jerk off hubby had played with them once again. Now I was absolutely certain to catch him!
Setting up the camera took some doing, because I needed to place the camera lens as low as possible. Otherwise the steam may have clouded up the lens. Thank God the high tech stuff is so tiny! I placed the lens in the heater vent and ran the wire all the way downstairs into the furnace room. I connected it to the camera, and hid it where Larry would never find it. What a job! It took me almost four hours to get it done!
The next morning I turned the camera on just before I left the house. Work couldn't go by fast enough, since I was dying to get back home. I even left work a half hour early.
When I arrived home, my phone was already ringing. It was Betty, of course. Two minutes later, she was letting herself into my house as I was rewinding the videotape.
Sure enough, just as Larry had done all week long, he wanked off again. We watched him play with his six inch cock just like a pre-teen boy. This time, he had two of my soiled panties. He held one held to his face, and wore the other around his ankles!
What a thrilling feeling it was to watch Larry's stellar performance in my blackmail video! My pussy got soaking wet thinking about all the things he would be doing for me in the near future! And Betty squealed in delight!
We watched Larry cum so hard that his first jet of jism hit the bottom of his chin! He used his fingers to wipe his cum off of his chin, then licked his fingers clean! Betty and I both giggled like teenagers, knowing that we had captured far more than we had hoped for! Betty reluctantly left just minutes before Larry arrived. But she invited me over later that night to further discuss ensnaring my unsuspecting husband. When Larry arrived home the next evening, I told him that I had a surprise for him. Looking cautiously intrigued, he sat down with me to watch the videotape. My pussy tingled with excitement as I watched the horror on his face! He was speechless as he watched himself jerk off on our projection screen TV. Larry's shock soon turned into anger. He yanked the remote out of my hand and shut the TV off. I couldn't help but to giggle. This incensed him even more. He jumped off the couch, ran to the VCR, and ejected the tape. I watched as he angrily destroyed the tape.
I calmly told him that ruining the tape wasn't going to help him at all. Like it or not, I now knew that he was a big time jag off artist. He looked at me with fire in his eyes, threw the tattered tape across the room, and approached me menacingly.
Although scared, I held my ground and shouted that if he even touched me, I would distribute the tape to everyone he knows. It took a moment for Larry to realize just how serious I was, but he finally got a grip on his anger and asked me why I was doing this to him.
I explained that I was sick of doing the domestic chores, and from this day forth, he would be taking over for me. It thrilled me to no end to spell out in detail, each and every chore that he would now be doing.
I asked Larry if he understood. I expected resistance, and was surprise when he just drooped his head and acknowledged that he did! I immediately realized that I had him over a barrel, and decided to push him even further.
