Indentured Pervitued, Ch. 16
by Rachael DMM
Dinner was over, and Wendy watched Tom clearing the dishes. She couldn't help admiring his smooth legs in those stockings. Shaving him was such a good idea. But something was off. She couldn't figure it out. Something just didn't look right.
"You done with this?" he asked before taking her wine glass away. She just smiled and nodded.
He went to the kitchen and came back with a wet cloth and began wiping down the table. She suddenly brightened. "You know what your outfit is missing?"
"No. I'm afraid to ask." He stood back and looked down at himself and his soft dick. "A hard-on?"
"That, too, but no, it needs something. It's been bugging me ever since we started dressing you up, but I just figured it out."
He sighed, and took the bait, knowing that's what she wanted. "And, what does it need?"
"Shoes."
"That would look ridiculous," he said flatly.
"Not your shoes, silly. A nice pair of high heels. Black - or better yet white with sparkles! That would bring it all together just perfectly, and make you look extra sexy."
"Wendy, really? You think I would look sexy with two broken ankles?"
"Oh, don't be such a baby. It would take some practice, but you could learn how to walk on them, it's not that hard. And, don't forget, they'll make you taller." Wendy liked the thought of that. "Okay, it's decided, You're going to go shopping online this week and find a pair of sexy, high heel shoes that fit you, and order them. Maybe get a couple different pairs. Ooo, I can hardly wait."
"First the lingerie, then the shaving, and now you want me in women's shoes? You're not going to stop until I'm a complete sissy, are you?"
Wendy shrugged. "It wasn't my plan, but the more we do the more I like it."
"Maybe you don't even want a man. Ever think of that? Maybe you just want to fuck chicks. Like your friend this afternoon. It sounded like you two had a grand ol' time in there without me."
"You heard us?"
"You two were screaming like a couple of sex-crazed harpies - how could I not hear that?" Tom laid a clean dish towel out on the chair and sat. "And that's part of what we need to talk about."
"Okay, you want to talk then let's talk. This should be amusing."
Tom took a deep breath. "It's just that you're...I don't know...different these days." He paused and waited for her reaction.
She nodded. This wasn't anything she didn't already know. Maybe she hadn't fully dealt with it, but she was aware that she was doing things she'd never done before, and enjoying things she never imagined she would. Wendy was momentarily distracted by the thought of Emma eating out her ass earlier that day.
"Yes...and...?"
"And it worries me. To be honest, it also scares me a little. More than a little."
Wendy forced herself to suppress her smile. She liked the idea that he was afraid of her sexual awakening. Maybe that was the wrong reaction, but it was the honest one.
"Okay...but, maybe that's not a bad thing," she suggested airily.
"You started with the nudist stuff, which was okay, but then you had to show me off in front of your friends. I don't know what you were trying to accomplish by doing that. But then there was the other thing with your mom - letting her suck me. That was weird."
"I thought you liked blowjobs," she stated without emotion.
"Don't get me wrong, your mom knows how to suck a dick better than anyone, but...she's your mother, for God's sake."
Wendy shrugged. "She wanted it. You wanted it. I don't see the problem."
"And maybe the problem is that you don't see these things as a problem. On the honeymoon, you were out on the balcony most nights naked hoping someone would see you playing with yourself. What was that even about?"
She couldn't help but remember how good that felt, especially when she caught sight of the couple across the way getting it on. "That was just me discovering a new kink I didn't know I had. Why does any of this matter to you?"
"It does matter to me! And it should. Despite everything else, at the end of the day, you're my wife and I'm your husband. Yes, I may technically be your slave...or as you put it 'your 'love slave' - but that doesn't change the fact that we're married. I'm not going to be your slave forever. Once I'm a free man again, where is that going to leave us? I'm afraid of where all this might be going."
"And where might that be?"
"I don't know, and that's the problem. Today you had me fuck your best friend, then you were in there fucking her yourself for almost two hours. How do you think that makes me feel?"
Wendy only realized then that she hadn't even considered that. The idea that Tom had feelings about anything she did seemed almost alien to her now that she thought about it. When did that change? Maybe when she started thinking of him as her plaything and not as a person.
"I think it should make you excited and happy." She leaned in and fixed him with a stern look. "Do you know how many guys want to fuck their wife's friends and never get to? Do you have any idea how many guys would love it if their wife was playing around with other women? Or how many guys would trade places with you in a heartbeat if they could get a blowjob from their mother-in-law? I think you've got things pretty good if you ask me. Better than if you were just my husband. Certainly better than you deserve."
"You don't get it," he said, exasperated.
"You're right, I don't, and I don't want to get it. But you need to understand something. The reason I was in there for two hours with Emma was because she was more than willing to eat my pussy. And she was damned good at it. Not only that, but she loved doing it." Wendy had to try not to pound the table as she spoke. "She likes the way my pussy tastes, and how it smells, and she got off on being able to get me off in that way. If you're not going to give me what I want...what I need...then how do you expect me not to turn to someone who will?"
