Wendy awoke and could smell coffee brewing. That was a surprise. Usually, she was the one who had to handle that in the morning. Not only was Tom up before her, but he was actually making himself useful. Nice.
She was tempted to go out to the kitchen naked but pulled on a robe instead. There was the whole power dynamic thing, sure, but she didn't want to give her new husband any ideas. Yes, they had been married for only four days, but she wasn't in the mood for any more sex. Not that she didn't want it, just that it was getting to the point where she couldn't be bothered just now.
Wendy trudged down the stairs, her nipples getting hard as they rubbed against the slick fabric of her silk robe. She wished she could be more like her mother and have some kind of kink that got her excited for sex. If something didn't change soon, she knew there was a risk that sex with Tom would become a chore that she would start trying to avoid. Not something a woman should be worrying about as a newlywed.
She walked into the kitchen, and Tom was there, naked, his back to her. But something was off. At first, she wondered if it had something to do with the upgrade. They had gone into the Service Clinic with her mom the day before yesterday. Tom was told it was just a routine calibration and maintenance visit before their trip, but once they had him he was put under and the implant was swapped out. He woke up an hour later and had no idea anything had happened. And she wanted to keep it that way.
It didn't take long to realize what was going on there in the kitchen had nothing to do with the upgrade. He was jerking off. She knew he masturbated, but she'd never caught him actually doing it before. She just stood there and enjoyed it for a minute before she interrupted him.
"What do you think you're doing?" she said in her sternest voice.
He turned around with a look of embarrassed horror on his face. He was holding her phone - looking at porn, no doubt. "Nothing!" he exclaimed, even while still gripping onto his very obvious hard-on.
"Were you beating off like a naughty little boy?"
"No...I..." He had the presence of mind to let go of his dick. "I was just...scratching my balls."
"While looking at porn?" She nodded toward the phone in his hand.
"No - no, no, no! I wasn't looking at porn. Honest."
She snatched the phone out of his hand, ready to catch him red-handed. She looked at it and there was a close-up image of a pussy filling the screen. It was shaved bald, and the lips were being splayed apart by the woman's well-manicured fingers, exposing a stiff little clit and a very wet fuck hole. Wendy was ready to be furious with him until she recognized that it was her own pussy. It was one of the dirty selfies she had taken and sent to him when he was in Vegas with his friends last year. She couldn't help but be embarrassed at seeing her own vagina on vulgar display like that.
"What...why...but..." she was at a loss. Could she really be upset at him for jacking off to pictures of his own wife's pussy? She didn't know that pic was still on her phone - how did he even find it?
"I...I was horny, and I didn't want to wake you. I remembered you sent me that picture and wanted to see if you still had it. It was in your deleted folder, but when I saw it I couldn't help myself. You're so damned sexy, babe."
He never called her babe - what was that about? What was she supposed to do here? She was sure there was nothing in the "owner's manual" that covered this situation. Based on his reaction, she needed to turn this to her advantage somehow.
She thought for a second, then smiled. Wendy navigated to her new Mastr+ app, went to the vital signs tab, and clicked record. She navigated back to the graphically lewd picture of her pussy, and handed her phone back to him.
"Go ahead."
"Huh?"
"Go ahead and finish jerking off."
"Seriously?"
"Totally."
"And you're just going to...?"
She opened her robe, pinched a stiffened nipple, and gave it a little twist. "I'm going to watch." Her other hand went down between her legs, where she combed her fingers through her pubic hair. "And maybe I'll join you..."
She'd never masturbated in front of him before. Tom sensed a trap, but that didn't stop him from grabbing his cock and stroking it. "Is that what you want?"
She nodded and smiled.
"Oh, shit, you like that. You want this?" He glanced at the picture on the phone. "Yeah, you love it, you little slut. You want it so bad."
Wendy tried not to laugh, but if he talked to her like that in bed maybe he'd be able to actually get her off once in a while. "Jerk it, babe, I want to see you come."
"Oh, fuck, I bet you do." His hand moved faster than Wendy imagined it would when she thought about guys jacking off. It looked like it would hurt, but he seemed to be enjoying it, so who was she to argue? She would see him stroke his cock from time to time when he'd pull out of her mouth and cum on her tits, or out of her pussy and dump his load on her belly, but now that she thought of it, he'd never just masturbated in front of her. Something new for both of them.
"That's right...make it come for me..." Wendy said, watching with rapt curiosity. She expected to feel more embarrassed talking dirty like that, but for some reason, she didn't. Maybe it was the confidence that came from being Tom's owner. Knowing he couldn't really say anything or make fun of her. She had nothing to fear, and so there was no reason to hold back. "Jerk that cock for me, bitch. Let me see that hot cum!"
Instead of being disgusted with her foul mouth, Tom actually seemed to be loving it. She realized how stupid she was being. If she was turned on by hearing him talk dirty, then of course he would be turned on hearing her talking like a filthy slut. This was fun!
"Beat that dick for me, babe. Give me that load. I want it!" There was more she wanted to say, but held back. Maybe another time - that was enough for now, no need to overdo it on their first time out. Her finger slipped easily into her naturally lubricated hole. It felt good, but not just the sensation of penetrating herself like that, but openly doing it in front of Tom. Something she'd never dared do before. Maybe it had more to do with him now being her husband than it did with him being her slave. Either way, she was loving it.
"I'm going to come," Tom groaned, his balls slapping against his fist intensely.
