Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
Makings of a Perfect Husband
Pam's Story
You don't know about me, without you have read a story by the name of Makings of a Perfect Husband, but that ain't no matter...Sorry I could not resist that introduction. I have always been a big fan of Mark Twain. If you have not read the above story than I urge you to do so before reading what I am about to tell here. The story you are about to read may be true and the names have been changed in the interest of privacy.
My name is Pam Reynolds and I am part of a three party marriage along with my co-wife Linda and our husband, Steve. Don't let the terms husband and wife mislead you, we are not the sort of family that those terms usually bring to mind. Linda is a better writer than me she told the basic story of how our family came to be. I felt that since we are telling this story on a site for pornographic writings that I could provide some details that she skipped over and which I think give a more complete idea of what our marriage is really like.
Linda and I met in high school, two very bright and very unpopular girls. Linda was tall and stout and I was what my mom always called pleasingly plump. This is not to say that either of us were weak sisters. We both loved sports and could usually beat most of the boys in tennis, volleyball and in my case, arm wrestling. Neither of us had a face that seemed attractive to the boys we encountered and frankly we both had some high standards for the boys we had crushes on. Unfortunately, they did not crush back. We were both quite opinionated about a woman's role in society and not very shy about expressing our opinions. I had one date during my entire four years and it was nothing to brag about. Linda's experience was much the same.
Being normal, healthy girls we had urges and curiosity about sex that we eventually satisfied with a little girl on girl experimentation. The experience was pleasant and I would say quite enjoyable but both of us quickly realized that we were still interested in the male side of the equation. However, the males that may have been available were definitely not up to our standards. My first real experience with a man came when I was off at university and he turned out to be a real jerk. For me it was a one and done experience. I wanted more but not more of what he offered.
Linda and I went to universities in different parts of the country. We stayed in touch over those years and by the time we were getting started on our careers and in our mid twenties we both wound up back in the same city. We were both strong willed, independent and very busy professional women just getting started on our life's path. Busy as we were, we both wanted company and at the beginning, someone to share the household expenses. We began to live together sharing an apartment, expenses and occasionally a bed. The sex was good and we accumulated quite a collection of toys to try out on each other. I was a big fan of the strap-on while Linda was more into oral stimulation. We both loved the vibrator either alone or used on each other. If not for those urges to seek male companionship we likely could have spent the rest of our lives as a couple. Then along came Steve.
When we both hit thirty, Linda and I decided to have a serious discussion on how to meet the sort of guys we would feel comfortable starting a family with. We put all of our cards and options on the table and took a good look at the combinations. After all things were considered we came to the conclusion that we wanted a relationship that would retain our current status but with the addition of a man or men who were willing to be supportive of our goals. We did not want a sissy boy or some other sort of fetishist fancier. We did want a man who was comfortable being male but not hung up on traditional male roles and values. No macho men for us! Most of all he would have to be willing to follow our lead in all things. Linda and I had worked too long and hard to get to where we were in our careers to have some guy start moaning about his needs and his career. Frankly, so long as he was not some lazy bum we did not care if he never held another job. By this point we both made enough money to support a family quite lavishly.
Now that we knew what we wanted we were ready to shop and the shelves were pretty bare. Social media and dating websites were a dead end as were personal ads. You would not believe the number of married men out there that thought they could lie and bluff their way past our defenses. After two years and not even one candidate who was worth a second glance we decided to move the odds more to our favor.
Linda's career involved a lot of experimentation with biochemistry. As part of an experiment with a drug intended for a different purpose she discovered a side effect that made the person taking it quite open to suggestion. Linda secretly researched that side effect and was able to isolate that part of the chemical compound that was responsible for it. She dubbed this new drug, Yes! It would not turn someone into a mindless robot but if they were inclined to consider doing something, Yes! would push them further in that direction.
Armed with Yes! we decided to find a good candidate for a trial run. Hitting the area's night spots seemed to be a good idea and after three or four weeks we found ourselves focused on this one guy who seemed to have strong potential to be the man we needed. He was not overly tall or especially muscle bound but he seemed fit and healthy, not that this was our primary criteria. What we really liked about him was the way he interacted with women. His buddies where all about making a score but this guy usually hung back and waited for the woman to show some sort of interest. He appeared to be somewhat shy but not overly so. He never left with any woman but did spend a lot of his time talking with them. Some evenings he would just sit at a table slowly drinking a beer and watching the scene. It was on one of these evenings that we made our first move on Steve.
Linda already described how this went in her story so I will condense it here. We double dated him for about a month in a platonic way, then drugged him with Yes! and talked him into keeping house for us. Then we gave him a test run. He responded better than we could have hoped cleaning our house to operating room standards and fixed us a gourmet meal while we played tennis. He even rubbed our feet. That night we dosed him again with Yes! and this Viagra like drug Linda was working with called VOS (Viagra on steroids). Linda already described that sex scene from her perspective so here is my take on it:
I was as hot and horney as a gorilla in heat and after dragging our guy off to our big bed I climbed onto his lovely and nicely circumcised penis in cowgirl style and started to ride. Linda got busy on Steve's other end and it made me even hotter to watch her grind away on his face. I have very strong hands from arm wrestling and I used my grip at the base of his penis to hold back any possible spillage from Steve until I was ready for it. If it caused him to scream it must have been muffled by Linda's ample muff because I never heard a thing. I just rode hard and fast, thrusting and jamming him as deep within me possible until I felt a tingle inside that rapidly grew into an earthquake. I hung on as long as I could watching Linda's body vibrate and convulse through for or five orgasms. Finally she rolled off and I began to pound Steve like a jackhammer releasing my grip and letting him explode inside of me at the same time I cut loose on him. A few more thrusts and I could feel his body relax just as my body demanded more. Pulling up off of his still hard but no longer thrusting penis I literally jumped from his pelvis to his face filling in the still hot and wet place so recently vacated by Linda. What I did to that face would qualify as rape in at least 20 countries and sexual abuse in 20 more. I grabbed ears and hair while my body shuddered time and again depositing Steve's spunk along with a generous amount of my own back into his mouth. He never spilled a drop and even matched my grinds with some talented tongue action that drove me to greater heights than I had ever thought possible. This guy was a keeper.
For that one night alone I would have kept the guy but Steve was much deeper. Fucking him was a 24/7 holistic experience that started with coffee and breakfast served whenever we wanted it and continued with always having a clean house, properly done laundry and well stocked wine rack, fridge and pantry. Coming home to chef quality meals served at whatever time our busy schedules required along with foot rubs and massages made the experience complete. Then there was sex with a she first, foremost and for her pleasure attitude. Everything a career minded woman could want. And when that want included children, Steve stepped up beyond the call of duty carrying the full load of parenthood.
