Ohio, 1961
Over a year had passed since my wife Cathy had given birth to Robert's son. It was unthinkable. What kind of man was I? What kind of man had I become? I often felt deeply ashamed and disgusted with myself as the deep knot of primal jealousy and dread built up inside me and made me feel sickened at how far things had gone since that fateful and feverish first encounter at the motel. I had given away so much that could never be taken back.
But of course there was always that familiar overwhelming eroticism to it that I was transfixed by, and I desperately sought contentment in that. Somehow it simply felt so right for Cathy and I to submit ourselves to Robert's total authority. For him to control us and our marriage. For him to impregnate her. And for us to raise his child. He wasn't just my boss at work, he was our boss in our home, and serving him gave our lives a sense of profound higher purpose and meaning... at least that's what I told myself.
It was in the spring of 1961 when Robert told Cathy that he would be taking her along with him to a business conference in Pittsburg the following week. As much as Robert had exerted his sexual authority over Cathy in our marriage, until now he had never actually spent an entire night alone with her. Since Robert was married, he always had to return home to his own wife every night so she wouldn't get suspicious. And likewise, Cathy would always came home to me after her encounters with Robert, while I would wait feverishly and expectantly for her to return with Robert's semen leaking out of her.
That, too, was increasingly as close as I got to being involved in Cathy's sex life with Robert. After the baby had been born, it got harder for both of us to both have alone time with Robert, and Robert and Cathy seemed more satisfied with excluding me from directly witnessing them together. I of course longed to observe them as I had done in the past, even if it meant being humiliated and degraded, as Cathy and I had been in the hotel on that first encounter together after we learned she was pregnant. But my desires came secondary to theirs, and I accepted that, or tried to.
But Cathy being alone with Robert for several nights in another city would be even more excruciating. Not only would I not get to witness them, but I would be all alone with our two older daughters and Robert's young son for a whole weekend, with no nightly homecoming to look forward to.
"I'll call you when I get there," Cathy told me anxiously, seeing the worry on my face. "And say goodnight to the girls."
"It's alright," I forced myself to say softly, reverently kissing Cathy's still lactating breasts, swollen with milk for Robert's child. "You know I'll always love you."
Cathy smiled sweetly and cupped her hand over my erect penis, acknowledging my excitement. My penis twitched wildly. Cathy smiled and squeezed my testicles firmly, holding them in her hand for a while, then simply letting go. I gasped with extreme frustration, but accepted it. I knew from much experience that when my penis was finally allowed to spurt, it would only make the overwhelming anxiety about what Cathy was doing much worse, and Cathy knew it too. So I simply enjoyed the twitching frustration.
A few days later, we told the girls Cathy was going to visit her parents in Akron for a few days next weekend including Friday. They wanted to go too but we told them Cathy's mother was feeling a little ill (though it was nothing to worry about), and mommy was just going to go keep her company for a few days, and we'd all go and visit her parents for longer that summer when they were out of school. They were satisfied enough with this answer.
Bathing, shaving, and dressing Cathy for her trysts with Robert were one of the things I enjoyed most. It was one of the times when I felt most directly and intimately involved with Cathy in a sexual way, aside from when I licked her clean after she had coupled with Robert, since I was now rarely allowed to directly observe Cathy's couplings with Robert. However, even the "licking clean" had been slightly curtailed over the last year as I didn't really want Robert to knock her up again, at least not so soon, so we tried to time her trysts preferably during her least fertile periods, and otherwise they were supposed to use the pullout method, though a deep injection of Robert's semen also happened rather frequently even during her fertile periods. Cathy said it was very hard to resist him. I really didn't think we should have another kid with Robert and Cathy said she agreed, but I didn't know what else would happen realistically. Sometimes I was certain we shouldn't, but other times it just felt so unbelievably right for him to inseminate her, no matter the consequences.
Early in the morning while it was still dark on the day Cathy was to leave with Robert, we got up together and went into the bathroom. First we stood under the warm, steamy shower together and I lathered up Cathy's entire naked body with a soapy cloth. When she bent over and spread herself, I washed all around her vagina and anus. I couldn't help rubbing my throbbing and twitching penis against her thighs and butt as I did this, as Cathy giggled teasingly. Then Cathy slowly turned around and cupped her hand over my rather small but very hard member.
"Oh, James," she cooed knowingly, beaming up at me. "You're as excited as I am. Like you always are."
I was shaking with nerves now and had trouble washing her properly, but our lips met in several deep, feverish kisses as I finished washing her body. I kissed her butt too when I finished rinsing it, along with her breasts, still swollen and sensitive from feeding Robert's child.
I couldn't help but grinding into her more and thrusting against her hand wrapped around my penis, but she pulled away and took her hand off my throbbing erection whenever I did it too much. Some pent-up ejaculate did begin to leak out of my penis, but I resisted the urge to masturbate into a full orgasm the precum was quickly washed away under the water.
Cathy giggled as she saw my anguish and kissed me again before stepping out of the shower, her naked body dripping.
I stared at her in awe from under the warm water as she turned back to look at me for a moment. Then she wiggled her bottom slightly and sent off a little spray of droplets into the steamy room. "Aren't you going to dry me?" she asked, still smirking.
I tried to catch my breath, then staggered out of the shower after her. I grabbed a hanging towel and reverently dried her body, first one leg, then the other, working my way around from her rear to her front. As I finished drying off her front I knelt and softly kissed her belly.
"Oh, James," Cathy cooed again as I looked up toward her. I kissed her belly again then rose up to kiss her again on the lips, but after a moment she pulled away again and sat her naked butt down on the closed toilet seat while I continued to stare at her as if hypnotized, my neglected and frustrated penis still twitching wildly in the air. "Oh, you forgot to shave me," Cathy finally interrupted.
"Oh, you're right," I said, suddenly feeling guilty at this neglect of my duties. Cathy was grinding her butt into the closed toilet seat and softly rubbing her fingers around her moist clitoris.
"You're gonna shave me just the way Robert likes, aren't you?" Cathy asked in a soft voice.
"Yes..." I said breathlessly. "I'll shave you just the way he wants you... so you can be perfect for him when he takes you away... for this whole weekend." My penis continued to twitch as Cathy eyed it with amusement.
"That's good," Cathy replied, smiling as I lowered myself toward her vagina. She let me kiss her there and I began to lick her reverently as she continued to grind her butt into the toilet seat.
"Oh, God... do you love my pussy, baby?" Cathy asked breathlessly after a bit.
"Yes," I said, looking up at her. "I love it and I love you. This pussy gave birth to our babies... you're such a great mother.... and a great wife," I said, feeling overwhelmingly reverent and worshipful.
Cathy giggled down at me. "You're such a good husband too, James... such a good husband. I know you'll look after the girls and the baby real good while I'm gone this weekend."
"Oh yes, I will," I replied feverishly. I licked her for a few more moments, and then Cathy spoke again.
"I need to take a shit," she said suddenly. I looked up at her once more. Somehow I was always still a little surprised by my sweet wife's vulgarity. "Like really bad," she continued, smirking. "Then you can shave me after."
I scooted back obediently and she pursed her lips in disappointment as she stood up briefly to lift the toilet seat before sitting back down again. "Get over here," she directed me again after doing so.
I knelt and leaned in toward her again. "Nothing will stop me from licking you, my love," I said. Cathy grunted as she squeezed into the toilet and I could see and feel warm urine leaking out too from her vagina, which jolted me back for a moment.
Her legs were closed in order to squeeze and begin pooping now, but I kissed her stomach and breasts just the same as I crouched over her. Then our lips met and I kissed her as she finally squeezed the poop out of her into the toilet. In a way, it was similar to how I had kissed Cathy as she was being fucked by Robert, sometimes anally. Cathy had often told me that pooping felt good to her and reminded her of how it felt when Robert fucked her in the ass. It also reminded me of how Robert had stood over Cathy as she, bleeding and humiliated, had strained on toilet the first time after I had seem him analize her.
Cathy continued to strain on the toilet and I continued to kiss her deeply, until, at last, exhausted and panting, she was done. "I'm done. You can wipe me," she said softly, suddenly looking very innocent and vulnerable.
And, standing over her now, I took toilet paper and wiped Cathy's butt on the toilet as if she were a small child. "Alright, we can finish in the shower," I said when it was mostly clean. "So you can be perfectly clean for Robert."
I turned on the water again and lathered up Cathy's pussy and ass again in the shower, scrubbing especially around her asshole, and even inserting a finger with the cloth around it to test if she was absolutely clean. Finally, when Cathy seemed very clean and empty inside, I kissed her lovingly right on her asshole, and then licked all over it and even inserted my tongue inside--right in the place where only Robert's cock had and would ever be allowed to penetrate.
"Am I clean?" Cathy gasped after I had done this.
"Yes, dear. But I still have to get you shaved," I replied breathlessly.
