Giving You What You Want

He bought the voice activated recorder with the intention of using it when he confronted her. He hadn't really thought how his plan could go awry, another casualty of the fog of war. They weren't really at war, but their relationship was not in a good place.

He suspected she was seeing someone. He just didn't know how to bring it up without coming across as some kind of paranoid nut job. He also feared, without evidence, she would gaslight him and convince him it was all in his head and he was merely projecting his own inadequacies and perversions.

What was crazy he thought was how much happier she had become in the past six months. She was still very affectionate towards him, but at the same time very controlling, distant, and even a bit mean. He never knew what to expect because in the blink of an eye she could go from Death Valley hot to glacier cold.

Out of frustration, anger, and hurt feelings, he lashed out and called her a bitch once. She didn't speak to him for days. Not until he literally got down on his knees and begged her to forgive him did she start talking to him again. It took her another two weeks before she was civil and a month before she was affectionate.

She treated him to a hand job and while she was jacking his oiled up penis she asked him if he had learned his lesson. He assured her he had.

"Good, because you wouldn't be getting any more of these if you didn't straighten up."

"Mary, what can I do to make amends?"

She assured him, "John, you're doing fine. Just keep doing what you've been doing since your loss of composure. I wouldn't tolerate a child throwing a temper tantrum and I definitely won't tolerate it from you. You're an adult. Control your emotions."

He remembered tearing up and promising her, "I'll try."

She replied, "That's all I'm asking you to do. We've done enough talking. Kneel between my legs."

He assumed she meant so they could have intercourse.

She stopped wanking him and told him to wank himself.

"Tell me when you're about to climax. Do you fantasize about me?"

"All the time. Mary, you're beautiful and very desirable. Why?"

"Just curious. I feel better about myself since I started exercising every day."

She had gotten him to attend her classes, but he found them too demanding. The women who led the class seemed to take delight in proving how most males weren't nearly as fit as they thought they were.

Mary's body was looking more and more chiseled. She had also gotten very strong. She liked to compete with him. He still had an edge in most things, but time was on her side, not his.

"Close your eyes, John and fantasize, but I don't want to know. Tell me when you're close."

He did as she asked and within a minute or two his climax was fast approaching.

"I'm going to cum, Mary."

"Aim it at my pussy, John. That's it."

When he finished he opened his eyes. She commented he had produced a lot of semen and his orgasm looked very intense. He looked down at her sex. Covering the lower part of her pubic mound and her labia were streams of his seed.

"I want you to lick me, John."

He did. She didn't ask him about the taste, just praised his tongue for how good it made her feel. Of course he imagined the seed wasn't his, but her lover's. By the time he brought her to orgasm his penis was again hard.

She laughed and said she was too tired, but if he wanted she would oblige him a titty fuck. He accepted her offer.

As he thrust between her oiled up breasts which she squeezed together he imagined another man fucking Mary.

He mumbled something she called nonsensical about being bad at fucking and told him, "There's not much to it. You move your hips back and forth. You're doing fine. When you cum, I want you to lick it off. Will you do that for me?"

"Of course," he told her.

He came, wishing his ejaculation had produced as much semen as the earlier one, but it didn't. He dutifully licked his cum off of her.

"Good boy."

Mary smiled. She felt like she had done her job meeting her husband's needs, and she had gotten a very nice orgasm for her effort.

She yawned, "Off with you now. I have to get up early in the morning. Hand me the remote on your way out."

She pursed her lips signaling she wanted a kiss. He obliged her with a quick kiss on the lips.

"And close the door. I love you."

He told her he loved her too.

He headed to his room down the hall. Out of the blue, six months prior, she had suggested they sleep in separate beds. She wanted more space, she slept through the night while he had insomnia, she liked falling asleep with the television on and he didn't, they had plenty of room, it was becoming a trend, millions of other couples were doing it.

He didn't put up much of a fight, but pointed out those millions were older people.

"We've only been married two years."

She defended her position, "I know how long we've been married. I'm not asking for much. I never had my own room growing up. Unlike you I never lived on my own."

"I had a roommate when I lived on my own. There were four of us in a two bedroom apartment. Don't you like sharing a bed with me?" John asked.

She didn't answer.

Unphased she waited him out. She was a pro at being icy cold. Within a week he agreed to move out. She rewarded him with the last intercourse they shared. What he remembered was how fast it was over.

All she did was tell him to close his eyes and fantasize. She tightened her vaginal muscles gyrated her hips and in less than a minute he groaned as he deposited his semen into her warm, wet, soft, vagina.

His penis hadn't been in her since. Not her vagina, not her mouth, not even her bottom. He had titty fucked her, simulated intercourse by pumping in and out of the flesh between her buttocks and thighs, received hand jobs and foot jobs, but been denied actual penetration.

What they hadn't done in those six months is engage in heart to heart talks. She didn't want to hear about his fantasies and she didn't feel comfortable telling him about hers.

"Trust me. I do have them. I'm not some sexless, unfeeling, bitch. I just think it's best if we keep our fantasies private."

There was no point in arguing because he knew she wouldn't budge.

Fantasies were just one of many subjects they didn't discuss. He wondered what he had done to be cut off from the sex they used to have. He didn't want to sound like a whiner, but he missed those sex acts. At the same time, if pressed, he would have to admit his climaxes were more intense now that they no longer involved penetration.

The separate bedrooms were just the beginning. Overnight she took the keys and declared she would drive when they went out. She also took to making him lists of things to do, from handwashing her delicates to doing all the cooking and cleaning.

If he failed, which was almost never, she gave him the cold shoulder, but when he did well she rewarded him with treats others might find disgusting, but he found very arousing.

The treats started off with nonsexual foot rubs, but they had become very sexual and a bit demeaning.

After being at the gym or coming back from a run, she would lay a blanket on the floor, pull off her sweaty shorts, leggings, yoga pants, and panties and lay stomach down on the floor.

She wouldn't say anything, just part her legs, and wait for him to react.

It never took very long until he responded, laying down on his stomach between her legs, and burying his face between her stinky, sweaty, buttocks licking them as he worked his way to her anus.

She would remind him how dirty and smelly she was, but then encourage him to fantasize. Most of the time he humped the floor while he licked her asshole climaxing into his underwear.

Other times, after she climaxed and she always climaxed from analingus, he would whip out his penis and masturbate aiming his semen at her buttocks. He would then lick them clean; she would roll over onto her back and he would perform cunnilingus on her.

She liked to thank him, remind him he had stuff to do, and that she would be heading to the shower alone. She had gotten in the habit of having him serve her meal first. He had started asking if he could join her. Increasingly she had said no.

Her behavior and treatment drove him crazy, but he also found himself wanting more and more of it.