Two days after eating other men's cum from every orifice of my lovely wife, she is denying that it ever happened. I was flabbergasted.
I couldn't believe it when she said "None of that with Mike and his brother-in-law ever happened. It was all a fantasy. You were so into it that I just went along with you and made it up as we went along because I was afraid you would get mad if I didn't play along. You know I could never do those things you accused me of. Your fantasy got the best of you, didn't it?"
"Wait a minute!" I almost yelled as I shook my head in disbelief. "The voicemail on the phone was real. You know I listened to it. You listened to it too. Hell, it's still there! You smelled like an Adult Book Store Glory Hole when you walked through that door with you clothes falling off of you and no underwear at all. I could actually taste the cum in your mouth and on your tongue. Your mouth was slick with cum! Tons of cum gushed from your pussy and your asshole when I ate you. Nothing has ever been more obvious. And now you think you can stand there and tell me it never happened?"
Softly she said; "It didn't happen, Sweetie. Really? Think about it, Silly Boy, you know I studied drama in college and you know I won all sorts of awards in the theatre. It's not the first time I fooled you about something, right? And honestly, you're not all that hard to fool. You know I am an awesome actress. You know my IQ is a lot higher than yours but I thought even you could figure out that act. Obviously I have done a lot of acting with you. Perhaps I was too convincing. You never thought that pathetic little dicklette of yours was actually pleasing me did you? See what a good actress I am?"
Denise was laughing at me and at the same time softly and condescendingly stroking my cheek with her hands as she looked me in the eye and smiled seductively and facetiously at the same time.
Her smile and her eyes seemed to say "You stupid little shit, you know I can make you say and do and believe anything I want. Don't even think for a second that you are smart enough or sharp enough to match wits with me." She didn't have to say it; I knew it was true.
Ironically, one of the reasons that I love Denise so much is because of her self confidence and genius level intelligence It is some sort of a powerful aphrodisiac for me. Her day-to-ay aire is that of a top tier professional businesswoman that you just really don't want to have as an adversary. Not to mention her salary. She made way more than most men who considered themselves equal to her. I'll just say "six figures" and leave it at that. These very traits made her so damn irresistible to me...and to many, many other men and women as well. She certainly knows how to wield her power and make strong men powerless at her feet.
At this point I just didn't know how to argue with her. She seemed so damned positive and sure of herself. I felt my dicklette starting to stiffen. I wondered to myself "How does she do this to me? I'm such a putz! Will she always win?"
At bedtime that night Denise said she wanted to talk, perhaps she had been too harsh on me. I knew she wasn't going to admit to her infidelity. Once she tells a lie, she always sticks with it. So I was really curious what she wanted to talk about.
She began..."OK. There was some truth in our little role play the other night. Remember, the one you tried to take so seriously? I have done some serious psychology training in my time and it is obvious that you...wait a minute...I want to make sure I use the right words...well, maybe not the right words, but words even you can understand. Not that you're not smart! I know you are, but it's just so easy for me find myself talking way over your head without realizing it. That happens to people like me all the time. I'll try to keep this simple for you.
I know that you have very serious clinical anxiety about having such a tiny dick and never being able to sexually pleasure any woman in your life...ever. Don't take it personal. Any man with a dick that tiny would have the same complexes...I mean...you know...if there ever was another man with a dick that little. I personally have never seen one...or heard of one that small, but one must assume that it is possible. Anyway...It must be awful to be over 50 years old and know that you have never in your life satisfied a woman with your own dick and you never will. OMG, how horrible that must be for you! It must have hurt you very deeply all of your life. I know you need help dealing with this issue. I'm sure this is the primary reason that you have been divorced three times and can't maintain a relationship. No real woman is ever going to be held hostage by a dick as little as yours. But you don't necessarily have to get divorced in order to help her , well...actually, ME, get what I so desperately need. I think I can help a little. Maybe. We can try a few things and see what works. This may be the only way to save this marriage."
"What you were going through the other night was sort of a vicarious sexual episode. Let me know if you need me to explain any of these words. Although you know that you could never, and have never, pleasured me with your little dicklette, you wanted desperately to believe that I had been sexually satisfied, and to satisfy your own ego, you had to try to insert yourself into the hottest situation you could imagine and vicariously take credit for part of my sexual satisfaction. Mike and Little Brother had satisfied me, in your mind, but in order for you to partake in the process of satisfying me, you imagined that by having sex with me while I was still aroused by them, you would have a much better chance of making me physically, sexually pleasured. Your logic is not totally flawed, psychologically speaking. It has some therapeutic merit."
"So, you imagined that it was real to the point that you had actually convinced yourself that it WAS real and that you had had a vital role in my orgasmic pleasure. That had to be very sexually and emotionally stimulating for you. Something you obviously haven't ever felt before. With your...shall we say..."Physical deficiency', I can understand why that is so important to you. As many lovers as I have satisfied so completely in my life; I can't imagine how it feels to know that you have satisfied no one at all! I just don't know how you can live with that. You have so many other wonderful qualities...it's just heartbreaking. I know every time I am with a man that I have left him totally satisfied. I can't imagine not ever knowing that feeling. So I don't blame you for playing your games and imagining them to be real. It is a sort of self defense mechanism."
"So. I have been thinking about the offer you literally begged me to accept. You said that I could have all the lovers I want and you would never be with another woman. Remember that offer?"
"Of course I remember," I said, ..."but...that's when I didn't know you were just acting. I mean...damn it! I KNOW you were not acting. That's when you were being honest and loving for a few minutes."
"SSHHHUSH, Sweetie. You need to hear what I have to say before you fuck this up too!"
"Sure! Like I fuck up everything?"
