"I know it's hard for you sometimes, believe me. I know. This would be hard for anyone. But you have to remember that this was your idea and it's a fantasy that you had me turn into a reality. And I like this reality very much, baby. Not to mention it makes that little dick of your hard almost constantly."
She sits, stares at me. She moves to the edge of her chair and leans forward toward me. I am kneeling in front of her. I am naked at her feet. She reaches down and flicks the end of my small semi-erect penis with her finger. I wince at the slightly stinging pain. I already had tears in my eyes, confessing my jealousy, telling her how I feel when she is out with her boyfriend.
"I never thought I could do this, baby. When you kept bothering me with it, talking dirty about me being with another man, I told you that I had to think about that, remember? I didn't know if I could do it and still be your wife. Do you remember that, remember me stroking you and listening to you tell me all of your dirty thoughts about me, me and other men? I remember that well, all your dirty, dirty thoughts about your wife being a very bad girl. Do you remember, honey? I do. You got me so wet."
She smiles as she sees my penis stir. I always get semi erect when she talks to me like this, purrs to me. Her tight blouse pushes her breasts up under it, cleavage and the lace top of her bra inches from my face.
"I knew then it would be hard for you to actually live it for real. That's why I have to treat my little man special like this. That's why we have these counseling sessions. They're to help you. They're for you, sweetie. I love you. I couldn't love you more. And it's part of why I counsel you. Any other woman would have left you by now, probably have left you for another man. Not me. I love my little husband."
She stands and puts her hand to back of my head. She presses my face to her crotch, presses me up against the front of the short skirt she is wearing. I feel my penis go to full erection. I can see the vision of her as she let me help her dress, see the black lace panties I helped her step into before she had me help her on with her tight little skirt. I can feel her femininity, smell her scent. I can smell the perfume she applied to the front of her panties just before she zipped her skirt. She holds my face to front of her pussy. She presses me up tight to it through her skirt and panties.
"I saw that little thing of yours, honey, I saw it moving. You love me being with him. You fucking love it. We both know that. You love your wife being a whore for that man. And I love it to. I need him, baby. I do. We both know you can't fuck me like he does. Don't we? He fucks me the way I need a man to fuck me, the way every woman wants to be fucked."
She laughs, runs her hand down the side of my cheek. She bends to the side as she looks down at my boy-like erect penis. I am tiny compared to her lover, a fact that she reminds me of regularly.
"Yes, Ma'am..."
I stammer through my crushed lips, held tight up to her crotch, the front of her skirt. She releases my head, wiggles her skirt up over her hips and pushes my face back up directly to her sheer panties. I feel her soft pussy rub up against my lips, my chin. She is wet.
"I'm going to let you cum today, baby. But not yet. We need to talk."
She rubs herself over my face, moans slightly. She closes her eyes. She is making herself super wet. I feel it through her panties.
"Ooooo, very good boy. Keep your lips just like that, don't you move."
She pumps against my mouth, rides my face. She holds the sides of my head tightly in place. After several minutes she begins to shudder. She cums on my face, soaks her panties. I see her start to drip down one leg as she quickly pushes my face away from her. My chin and lower face glisten with her wetness. She looks down at me, my small erection bobbing, wet on the end.
"I need you to tell me that you love me."
She steps away from me, sits. She smiles that girlish smile at me as she sees me melt in front of her. Nothing turns me on more, has me more sexually addicted than the way she is treating me now. And she knows it.
"I love you. I do. I love you more than you'll ever know. I love everything about you. I love you..."
I go on for a good five minutes like this. I look up at her, feel the tears in my eyes. It's my confession to her. She sits and watches as I work myself almost to the point of almost hysteria. She stares coldly at me, smiles, watches.
"I love that you are with him. I love that he fucks you. I love that you get what you need from him, what you can't get from me. I love that you are his girlfriend. I love you. I love you. I love you, Ma'am. I do."
She smiles down at me. The wet spot on the front of her panties turns to dripping, dripping onto the seat of the leather chair she sits in. It glistens.
"Shhhhhh."
She leans forward, her legs spread. Her high heel shoes make her current pose more than erotic. My penis is standing straight up, dripping wet on the end. I am dripping pre cum.
"Now that's the husband I love and adore. I really do. See. You give me things he can't. He could never be the submissive little boy that you are."
She stands pushes her skirt back down over her hips and unzips it at the side. She lets it fall to the floor and steps out of it. She walks past me to the kitchen. She snaps her fingers and points to her side as she slowly walks. I know to instantly follow her on my hands and knees.
"Up. You know where I want you, little man."
She opens the fridge and takes out a can of coke. She opens it and sips as she watches me hurry up onto the stone kitchen island counter top and go to my hands and knees. I push my rear out and arch my back, lower my face and chest to the cold counter. My penis, balls and rear end are completely exposed to her, at her chest level. She sips again, stares at the picture of me presented before her. I feel her hand trail up softly over the back of my balls. I wince, whimper softly. I know this position. I have been trained to assume it quickly. She uses it for reward and punishment. I feel naked, exposed and totally on display. She loves that. She fondles my tiny balls.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to slap them. I'm not in that kind of mood today, baby."
She puts her coke can on the counter next to me.
"You know, when you have your little jealous moments, after I've been with my boyfriend for what you think is too long a time, like when I spent last weekend with him, I put up with that. Your prying questions, I don't find any of it helpful or amusing, baby. When you complain as soon as I walk in the door, start with your little antics, I don't like that. Not at all. You know we've been at this far too long for you to even think you have a say in what he and I do. He's my boyfriend, my lover. And what he and I do is not your business. Right, baby?"
She quickly grips my balls in a tight circle with her thumb and index finger. She pulls them up and back firmly, pushing my butt out farther, up higher.
