*Dear Friends, I wrote this as a revenge fantasy, because my wife abandoned me sexually several years ago. It's a theme I have visited before in my writings. As always, I appreciate those who follow me, and I love your emails and feed back. I hope you like Sybian Revenge Therapy.
Jay
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The therapist slid her glasses down and peered at me over the top rim. "I'm sorry...what?" She said.
"I'm a pornographer. I write porn."
My wife in the chair next to mine, turned and stared β her lips slightly agape.
"DId you know about this?" The therapist asked my wife.
"No. I...I never..."
"I started to write in 2004. I am a fairly known contributor to a popular website, a community of ordinary people who write stories, and post them there. I have several hundred followers." I continued, not looking at my wife.
"So you've been writing pornography stories for 15 years, and you never told your wife?"
"Right."
The therapist took off the glasses, clenched them in her hand and sat back in the chair.
The only sound was from the 'white-noise' maker on a small table in the corner of the room.
"Well that's interesting. So, let me ask this, when was the last time the two of you were intimate?"
My wife stared at the floor.
"1997," I said.
"You haven't been intimate together for over 21 years?" She almost shouted with dis-belief.
I glanced at my now embarrassed wife, "May 17th 1997, wasn't it hon?" I said.
"I...I...don't..."
"Yes, that was the last date. When I sat down to talk with her that August was when she informed me she no longer wanted sex. I think she did say she would lay back and allow me to do it to her, to use her like a hole. But personally, she didn't want it anymore."
"How did you feel about that?"
"I was humiliated. I was angry. I had recently turned 50, and I was summarily informed that my sex life was over by her decree."
She turned to my wife who was still silent. "Do you have anything to add, or to say?"
"No. He is probably right," she said quietly.
We left the session and drove home in silence. She was stunned by my admission, and had no idea what to say. I pulled in the garage. We entered the house through the mud-room.
I decided to wait and see how it played out. I went to the fridge and took out some grapes. I offered her a handful.
"So what do you write about?" She said.
"All kinds of things. Mostly I make up things, fantasies. Sometimes I use a real event and expand on it."
"What real event?"
"Hmmm...a real old one for instance. We had a party at our house around 1975. There was a lot of pot. You came down braless with a red silk shirt. We danced. I put my hands under your blouse and played with your nipples in front of everyone. Then we went upstairs and fucked."
"Did we? I don't remember."
"I don't know if we fucked, but a lot of people liked the story."
"What else?"
"Uh...one time when you were just out of the shower. You were putting on makeup over the sink. I kneeled behind you and licked your ass cheeks."
She rolled her eyes.
"I don't remember that."
"It happened."
"So you write about me? People read stories about me?"
"No. Sometimes. Only sometimes. I write stories prompted by my memories. Just prompted. Most stories are about a sexually adventurous partner. You were never that. It's fantasy."
"Why do you do it?"
"Why? Okay, so that I can have an imaginary sex life with someone. Then I can grab my erection and jerk off to the story."
Her eyes dropped down to the table, ashamed by what I had done. I wasn't ashamed. For 20 years I had to make do with what she left me with. There were no options. Should I divorce?
I certainly was on solid grounds of abandonment. But I knew that neither of us could afford to live alone in two homes.
We could have divided our funds, sold the house, uprooted our lives. It all sounded horrible to me.
Should I have an affair? I could have. Women liked me. But that would have given her the power over me. I didn't want that.
I discovered writing. I indulged may fantasies on paper. I found like-minded writers and chat rooms.
It took a while but I developed a style, I got comments, e-mails from admirers. I honed my craft, I got so excited that sometimes I grabbed my cock and jerked off right there and then, I just couldn't wait.
"What should we do now" She said.
"Nothing, what would you imagine? nothing is different, you know, she knows and i don't care."
"Do you expect me to have sex with you?"
"No, actually. I don't."
"Can I read your stories?"
"They're rough," I said, "they include things you wouldn't understand."
"Are they real?"
"No, mostly fantasy. I may have written about me sucking a cock. Not that I really would, its fantasy. When I write it, it is extremely exciting. It feels real, I'm a really dirty writer. There is pussy eating, ass licking, cock sucking, face fucking, cum eating & ass fucking. Some themes are repeated in different stories.
"But the real thing is that it excited me, it still does. I often re-read my own stories as well as hundreds of stories by like minded people."
She fell silent. Now I knew that she was confused.
The next morning, she said, "I want to read a story you wrote."
"Really?"
"Yeah, you pick one."
"Okay, I'll think about it." I said as I left for work. I gave her a peck good bye, and I left.
There was one story, 'For Love of Lisa', that I thought I could share. It was timid, not like my recent stories. I printed it out and when I got home, I left it on the table.
The following morning, I poured coffee as she came into the kitchen.
"Morning."
"Morning. Toast?" I said.
"Mmmm."
I popped a slice of rye and multigrain for me.
"I read it," She said.
"Oh, okay."
"It was good. It was you, a lot."
"Good to know, I wrote it @ 10 years ago."
"Can I read another?"
"Sure." While I thought about it, I remembered her birthday was coming up. I had seen something interesting online, a Sybian. A half round thing a woman, or a man can straddle. It is fit with an adapter for several size dildo's and a vibrator. The user mounts it and fucks them self much like if she were straddling her lover and fucking herself with his cock. There's an adapter for double penetration too, also a wireless remote. My fantasy was for her to use it to fuck herself, and then want me to join her. I would want her to suck my cock while she fucked herself silly.
I went online, found one for $250 and had it shipped. It arrived a week later.
The next weekend was her birthday. We had a few friends over for wine & cheese, and later some cake.
I had printed a story for her that I had written but never posted on Lit, about a woman who was shy but ordered her first sex toy from a catalogue. She received her toy, but it came with a few extra bonuses β a DVD about how to self fuck, how to fuck your ass and vagina at the same time, etc. The lady was timid, but at the end she was using everything in her apartment to fuck herself with.
After our friends left, I gave her the story, and the Sybian.
"What am I supposed to do with that? I don't want that thing in here, please get rid of it," She said.
I said, "Fine, I put it on the bed in the guest room. Maybe you'll feel differently after you read my story."
The next morning I went to work, but not before executing the second part of my plan. I had set up two cams in the guest room that I could access with my phone.
At 3:00 that day, I closed my office door and logged into the cameras. I fast re-wound several hours of video. At 11:47 I saw my wife look into the bedroom. The Sybian was on the bed with a 7 inch cock attached. She stepped into the room, and stared at it.
She put her hand on her chest as if to calm herself, she reached out her hand to feel the hardness of the jell cock. She saw that it was bendable. She tried the vibrator button, she found that it had 3 settings. She seemed to be stoking the cock while debating with herself. after a half minute, she turned and left the room.
Fifteen minutes later she re-appeared in the room, this time in a bathrobe. She stood before the Sybian, touching the cock and allowing her robe to fall open. She was naked underneath. She allowed it to drop to the floor and she climbed up onto the bed. I could see her apply some cream from a white tube on the cock, and then she sat on it. He breasts swung from side to side, her nipples were a half inch long and hard. She rocked slowly until her vagina was humping the cock.
Now, instinct and lust took over as I watched her lean forward and place the head of the cock at her open mons entrance. She pushed back and the 7" disappeared inside her. She threw her head back as she groaned her pleasure. I noticed her pubic region was closely trimmed. She cupped her full breasts in her hands as she settled back on the dildo, She flicked her hard nipples and pulled on them as she wiggled the cock to its full depth. She leaned forward, held on and began to fuck herself with long strokes. With closed eyes she fucked herself to a shattering orgasm. I could see her collapse forward breathlessly.
I thought she was done, but she picked up the pace and continued fucking, this time she flicked on the vibrator switch.
The fucking resumed at a slow pace; now a flush appeared across her chest. She buried the cock deep and pressed and rubbed her clit on the cock shaft. This went on for five minutes. Finally she pulled herself up and off the cock and she flopped back on the bed.
When she caught her breath she slid off the bed, collected her robe and left the room. A while later, she re appeared fully dressed, used a pre-moistened wipe to clean the cock and any of her own wetness off the Sybian. When she was satisfied, she collected her white tube of lube and left the room.
I got home at 6pm. I changed into a swim suit, poured a vodka and went out to the pool. She was there with a glass of wine. We kissed hello.
"Hi, how was your day?" I said.
"Good, I stayed home."