[Author's note: Karla and Rich have been married for 25 years. Over the last few years, sex had become less frequent and Rich had taken to writing erotica. Their two grown kids are out of the house. Rich came home from prepping for the upcoming semester's courses at the community college in central Texas to find his wife had somehow turned from gorgeous woman to a sexually awakened seemingly insatiable wild woman. I recommend you read Chapter 01 for details.]
The first part of our story ended in a local café as we sat down for breakfast, seemingly intent on sorting our relationship. I thought that what needed to be explained was her sudden transformation into a woman with a wild sexuality. We began to talk about things, but when it became apparent that she needed me to account for what had changed in my world, well, I was suddenly defensive and uncomfortable and realized that she was right. I mean, I'm smart enough to know that when I'm reacting out of proportion to the questions, I have stuff to deal with. We agreed to finish the meal. Then I paid the check and we hurried back home, jumped back into bed and promptly fell asleep.
There was no question that we needed to clear the air. I'd been actively published on Literotica in a wide range of areas, including gay sex, and yet had never talked about any of the things that inspired it. Any of the urges I had attempted to channel by writing instead of acting out. I had also written things that, as it turned out, had inspired Karla. And, by inspired, that meant "aroused enough to masturbate to," which was actually what some of those stories were aiming at. I should have been complimented -- especially because she was turned on by the stories and didn't even know I was the author. I just had never even thought I had a ready audience right at home! So I had "some 'splainin'" to do. She did as well. We thought about using our next door neighbors, who Karla had discovered to be swingers and had used as an advisor, but I wasn't really ready for that. We did eventually bring them into the picture -- but that's another chapter. Later.
"Karla, think we need a neutral third party to help us work things out? I mean, I have some real blind spots -- like I thought the only thing that needed explaining was your sudden transformation into super slut. And, of course, I completely missed that you needed to know how I had changed. So maybe we need someone who can listen to our individual stories and help us put them together. What do you think?"
"Shit, Richie, I don't think I need that. Yeah, I'm still a little pissed that you shut me out and didn't share your stories with me. And now that you bring it up, I've had some thoughts that were kinda driven by a "oh yeah, well I'll show him" mentality, versus "that would be fun to try." So maybe. If we can find the right person, I'll agree to that. But we're grown adults; we've been married for 25 years and you're a fucking college professor. I think we have the intelligence and maturity to handle it. So now, answer me a question. What's the fantasy you have that includes me that gets you the hardest?"
"Well, the fantasy is simple. As to having it happen in real life, well, I've never confronted that."
"That's why it's a fantasy. But what is it, asshole!"
"I imagine that you're insatiable. A nymphomaniac (if they even exist). Maybe even a porn star. You can deep throat the biggest cocks and enjoy it. You love getting fucked in your pussy and your ass. You have a regular stable of studs to keep you happy. Hell, you even have a few lady friends for variety."
"Okay. So far, so good. I don't know how we'd go about doing that, and we are definitely going to have to be able to talk about it, but that all sounds pretty good to me. What else? Because what you haven't said, so far, is what you will be doing while I'm sucking down sperm. You planning to just sit there and watch? What's in it for you, my dear husband?"
"That's where it's a little unclear."
"Bullshit! You just don't want to tell. If I turn into hyperslut, and I'm actually really tempted by it, I want to know what's motivating you and what will make you happy. It might just be jerking off while all those guys screw me, but there's more, isn't there?"
I mumbled.
"Whatever that was, you need to say it loud. Be proud. Tell me. TELL ME!" she wasn't shouting, exactly, but her final words left little doubt that there would be consequences if I didn't obey. I shivered, and a piece fell into place.
"I would become your slave. I would do what ever you wanted. It's kind of in the realm of I will do anything that pleases you. I know it doesn't sound like I'd be getting something out of it. I just have this urge to be your slave -- to be told to do what makes you happy. I don't know if that makes any sense."
"Wow. I mean, wow. Well, just so you know, my pussy is suddenly drenched -- as in dripping, for crying out loud -- and I can see your dick is hard as well. So, you want me to tell you what to do that will please me, right?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress" I answered, and it was as if an electrical charge flowed through us. "I mean, not all the time. I'm not always going to want to be submissive, but damn, it does make me hard. It does turn me on as much as imagining you surround by a sea of big dicks!"
"Okay. Then let's start. Get out of bed and get on your knees. Now!" she commanded and I obeyed, kneeling naked at the side of the bed. She sat up on the side of it, spread her legs wide to show me her inner and outer lips, and said "make me come." She leaned back on her elbows and I reached up to grab her nipples.
"No hands. Mouth only. As a matter of fact, just wait right there. I'll be back." So stayed there on my knees, my eight inch cock hard as a rock, and waited patiently. In a moment Karla was back.
"Put your hands behind your back." And then she put handcuffs on me to keep my hands off. She resumed her seat in front of me, lay back on her elbows and spread her legs wide. "Now. Make me come." She ordered. I bent forward and did my best to obey.
Now that she was hairless, there was so much more skin to touch. Like the skin between her thighs and the lips of her pussy -- when she was still hairy, it wasn't available. I imagined that her available skin was directly connected to her clit, and I began to lick and suck places between her legs I had never attended to before. I knew I was on the right track as she began to moan. I tried something new -- I caught the lips of her pussy between my and tried to French it. I tried to reach ever bit of available surface with my lips and tongue, working to build her up to orgasm.
"Very creative. Now fuck me with your tongue." As I did, she began to massage her clit, and then she was coming and I was being soaked with her lady come! I kept at it until she pushed my head away, and then I sat back on my heels and just watched her muscles jerk and twitch.
"Very good work, slave. Oooh, I can see that word excites you. Good. Let me take off those handcuffs. For now." She got off the bed, staggering a little -- almost as if her legs weren't working right. Maybe because of how hard she came, I thought to myself.
"Now let me see you jerk off."
I was initially taken aback, but recovered quickly. I figured I could either do a frantic, fast paced jerk off, or take a little time and edge myself. Kind of like the way I play with myself in private. "Mistress, do you want me to just rub one out, or do you want to see me do it the way I usually do it?"
"Very good question. What's the difference?"
"When I'm all alone, I tend to take a lot longer. I get close and then calm down, then repeat. Wow, I've never said that out loud before!"
