How Did It Come To This Pt 01

I drove my wife C to the airport. She was going to be away for a week at a conference in Paris for work.

"Pull into the layby just ahead."

I did as I was told and we came to a halt. Two cars were parked ahead of us, traffic flying by at speed on my side of the car.

We sat in silence for what felt like a long time. C looked out of the window on her side of the car. I watched her. She took a deep breath, still looking out of the window, and said: "You know I'm going to fuck Tom this week. He's staying in a flat in the same building as I am."

"Yes. I mean... that's what you said. But I was hoping you wouldn't, that you'd changed your mind... or he had. I never actually agreed to this. I thought we were going to agree about you taking a lover, together."

She chuckled and turned towards me.

"You know you will be my husband until the day I die, but that does not mean you have to agree to everything I do. This is simply about my need for more sex, better sex, more excitement, more... man."

"Yes. I know."

"I know you're not happy about this... but that's just tough, my love. I'm not asking for permission. I'm telling you."

A long pause followed. I didn't know what to say. She turned towards me. Turned her whole body towards me.

"And you trust me don't you? I'm not going to do anything that jeopardise our marriage or our family. I'm just going to spend some time with him, fuck him. It will be just like before we married - I had lots of boyfriends on the side, but I loved you only and you were my partner. You accepted that. It's nothing new."

I still didn't say anything. Looking me in the eye, she reached her hand across and put it directly onto my raging erection.

"You're really excited aren't you? Why? Tell me why you've got a nice little stiff cock in your pants."

There was no derision in C's gentle smile. She stroked me twice through my trousers and took her hand away. I moaned on my high desperate moans. C calls them my sissy moans.

"Is it because you like being my cuckold, because you like the idea of me fucking another man, a better lover with a bigger cock who can actually satisfy me? Is that it, baby?"

"Yes. I'm excited for you. That you're going to have sex... you know hard, heavy sex with a younger man. I know you want that and you deserve that. The thought of you and Tom fucking excites me. It also scares me, makes me so anxious. It makes me feel sick."

"That's OK, sweetie. It will pass. You'll get used to it, just like before."

Then her voice became hard, impatient.

"Take you penis out. Pull your trousers and pants down to your ankles."

"Here?"

"Now! I have a flight to catch."

I fumbled about releasing the seat belt, undoing my belt and trousers and wriggling them down to my ankles.

C looked down at my rigid, twitching cock.

"He's got a much bigger cock than you. You like that too, don't you? He's going to give me so much more pleasure than you do when we fuck."

"Yes. I know I'm not big enough and I ejaculate too soon."

She laughed.

"Good. You're a good boy and a good husband."

"I love you."

"I know you do.

"It's a vicious cycle really... You have a very lovely penis, but it's just not big enough and yes, you cum much too quickly. This makes you less confident and more submissive and more sissy and inadequate and you end up not satisfying me in the way you should. By all accounts Tom can really fuck. I'll be one of a long line of conquests at the university."

My cock twitched and waved about and a clear droplet of sperm appeared.

"Open your knees."

She reached over and took my balls in her hand. She squeezed hard.

I grunted in pain. C released me and then squeezed down hard again, longer and harder. I didn't flinch, I clenched my fists, kept my knees spread and tried to breath. Finally she released me.

"Good boy."

She took my cock in her hands and stroked me, firmly but slowly. I'd softened during her punishment, but was hard as steel again instantly.

"Don't take too long. We have to go."

It took about maybe 20 quickening strokes for me to ejaculate heavily, moaning and panting hard.

"Good boy," she said again softly. She gave me her hand to lick clean, and pointed to the mess on the steering wheel.

"While I'm away, there is to be no masturbating at all. Total abstinence. And you're to wear panties all week. Understood?"

"Yes."

Once I'd cleaned up as best I could, I pulled up my trousers and drove C to the airport terminal to put her on a flight to join her lover Tom in Paris.