I had trouble deciding in which category to submit this story. I finally settled on Loving Wives, although the couple in the story isn’t married yet. This story contains elements of BDSM and power exchange. If these elements offend you, find another story. I dedicate this story to Tammy, the first truly free-spirited openly sexual woman I dated, and Amy, who I recently had the pleasure of meeting.
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Tammy gazed across the restaurant table directly at Harold, her hands held within his. “Are you sure you want to marry me, Harold? I can be a very demanding bitch.”
Harold smiled and tightened his grip slightly. “Yes Tammy. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Tammy lowered her head; her voice dropped to a near whisper. “I’ll have to think about it. I care deeply about you Harold, but we both know you can’t fuck me like I need.”
Harold winced. He knew his bedroom performance, or more accurately lack of performance, was the reason Tammy hesitated to say yes. Yet, he loved her. He loved all of the passion and excitement she brought into his life.
Harold thought back to when he’d first met Tammy, almost a year ago, in the same shopping mall. She’d responded to his listing on an Internet singles site. They’d communicated by email for a week, sharing their desires, hopes, and dreams, before they met at the Books a Million bookstore.
Tammy mentioned sex in the second email. Harold was delightfully surprised. Usually women wanted to know about your job or hobbies at first, not your sexual fantasies. Through the next several emails, Harold and Tammy found that they shared several domination and submission fantasies.
The first time Harold and Tammy met, they walked over to the center of the food court, and sat down. He was happy to meet a beautiful woman seven years younger than him with shoulder length wavy red hair and deep green eyes. He shared his fantasies and experiences with her, thoughts that had been bottled up inside him for so long. Tammy not only listened, she understood the desires behind the thoughts. She was pleased to get to know a distinguished gentleman with graying brown hair and brown cow eyes, taller, older, and more experienced. Harold enjoyed listening to her experiences and understood her desires. The time flew, and it came time for her to leave. They hugged and said goodbye.
Even though Harold and Tammy shared a passion for sex, the first couple of months were amazingly chaste. She let him hold her hand, hug her, and kiss her goodnight, but she did not want to go any farther. He did not press her. They sometimes talked about their fantasies, but mostly they talked about the movie they saw, the dinner they ate, or the trees and squirrels as they walked through the park.
Harold was surprised and delighted the first time Tammy invited him in to her home. They shared a cup of coffee, and she led him into her bedroom. She undressed him, and he undressed her. They embraced and fell into bed. The sexual tension that had been building between them was released in three hours of sensual passion. Lips met in long kisses. Fingers and hands roamed over bare skin. He fingered her pussy for a while before he licked and sucked her clit. She relaxed and enjoyed the sensations pulsing through her body. Ultimately, her body could remain still no more. She climbed on top of him and rode his cock to several forceful orgasms before he exploded in ecstasy.
Sadly, that was the only time Harold performed so well in bed. For some reason, probably his diabetes, he had trouble maintaining an erection. He tried valiantly to satisfy Tammy with his fingers and mouth, but she craved more. Vibrators and dildos helped some, but she wanted, no she needed to feel a warm hard cock driving furiously in and out of her dripping pussy.
After a couple of months of frustration, Tammy couldn’t stand it any more. She called Chuck, an old boyfriend from several years back. They’d broken up because she couldn’t stand his selfishness, but he was a fantastic fuck. He came over, fucked her hard and long, and left. She lay spent on the bed, feeling a little guilty, but the tingling in her pussy soothed her thoughts.
Tammy kept Chuck’s weekly visits a secret from Harold. Her mood brightened considerably. Harold gave her the intellectual stimulation and the comfort she desired so much, while Chuck gave her the raw, animal fucking she so desperately needed. Now that Tammy stopped pressuring Harold so much in the bedroom, he could relax and they enjoyed their sexual time together more.
Tammy and Harold took turns dominating each other. Tammy would tie Harold to the bed and sexually tease him, sometimes for hours, before she’d drop her pussy on his face and have him eat her for as long as she wanted. Harold liked having Tammy wait on him naked. He’d sit on the sofa and turn on a baseball game, while she’d get beer and chips from the kitchen. He loved the way her breasts swayed and how she leaned over right in front of him to put the beer and chips on the coffee table. He loved the way she caressed him with her hands and lips while he watched the game. After the game, he’d tie her hands behind her back and have her kneel in front of him. She would lick and suck on his cock until he came.
Tammy found herself falling in love with Harold. She wasn’t surprised when she heard Harold ask her to marry him over dinner; she was confused. After dinner, he took her home, kissed her goodnight, and left. She felt a little disappointed that he didn’t want to stay, although she wasn’t going to invite him in tonight. He went home and had trouble getting to sleep. She sat up all night and thought about her future with him.
After a few days Harold couldn’t stand the waiting any longer. He calls Tammy.
“Hello Tammy, it’s Harold.”
“Hi Harold.”
“Well Tammy, will you marry me?”
Tammy sighs. She’s afraid of losing his companionship. “Harold, I love you, but it hasn’t been an easy decision.” She takes a deep breath. “If you pass my test, I’ll marry you.”
“Test? What test?”
Tammy hesitates. “You have to let me tie you up and watch another man fuck me. If you can do that for me, I’ll marry you.”
Harold cannot believe what he heard. He is shocked and doesn’t know what to say.
After a while Tammy asks, “Harold, are you there?”
Harold finds his voice. “Yes Tammy, I’m still here.”
“Will you take my test?”
Harold pauses. “Can I think about it first?”
Tammy smiles. Harold didn’t hang up or say no. “Yes Harold, you can think about it. Call me when you’re ready. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
Harold tries to keep his mind from spinning out of control. He loves Tammy, but can he watch another man fuck her? Can he watch her enjoy it? The thought sickens him. As he thinks about her request, he realizes that the reason she stopped expecting him to fuck months ago is that she’s already fucking some other man. He's angry with her, and the anger washes over him.
After a couple of days, the anger subsides, and Harold recalls all of the good times he and Tammy had these last few months. He misses her, and struggles to decide whether sharing her is better than forgetting her. After a week of soul searching, he realizes that he still loves her, and is willing to submit to her desires.
Harold calls Tammy. “Hello Tammy, it’s Harold.”
Tammy’s heart leaps. She wasn’t sure if he’d ever call again. “Hi Harold.”
Harold realizes how much he missed hearing her voice. “I’m ready to take your test, Tammy.”
Tammy smiles. “Are you sure, Harold?”
Harold takes a deep breath. “Yes Tammy, I’m sure. I love you and I want to marry you.”
Tammy grins. She knows he loves her and decides to have some fun teasing him. “Ok, my little pussy boy. Come over Saturday at five.”
Harold fondly recalls the times Tammy tied him to the bed and grins. “Yes mistress. Thank you mistress.”
Tammy laughs. “Great. See you then. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Harold hangs up the phone. He knows that Tammy will enjoy teasing him. He wonders if he’ll pass her test, or if he’ll still want to marry her if he does.
The week goes by slowly for Harold. He wonders how he’ll react while he’s watching Tammy fuck another man. He goes through the motions at work, and spends Saturday morning sitting on the deck, thinking. Finally, he takes a shower, gets dressed, and arrives at her house at five. She answers the door wearing sweats.
“Come in Harold.”
Harold kisses Tammy and follows her to the bedroom. She turns to him, and casually remarks, “We might as well get started. Put your clothes on the floor over there, and put on the leather cuffs and cock cage.”
Harold hadn’t seen the cock cage before. He picks it up and looks at it. It’s a cylindrical steel enclosure about four inches long held together by leather straps. Harold takes off his clothes and puts them on the floor next to the bedroom dresser. He struggles for a little while with the cock cage, and finally gets the leather strap behind his balls locked with the little brass padlock. He buckles the leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles.
Tammy locks Harold’s wrists to two chains four feet apart hanging from the ceiling. Harold spreads his legs, and she locks his ankles to a three-foot wooden spreader bar. She stands in front of him, and ensures that his body is taut. She runs her fingernails up and down the sides of his body and watches him squirm.
Tammy grins. “Chuck will be here at seven. I had you get here early so you could watch me get ready.” She takes a step back, and peels off her sweatshirt and pants. She isn’t wearing any underwear. She tosses the sweats in the hamper and goes into the bathroom to take a shower.
Harold is glad Tammy left the room so quickly. His cock presses against the top of the cage. He listens to the water run in the bathroom and shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Tammy has never bound him standing before, and he wonders how stiff his arms and legs will get before she releases him.
Tammy finishes her shower and resists the urge to play with herself. She turns off the water, dries herself, and comes into the bedroom to put on her makeup. Harold can see her face in the mirror as she sits in front of the vanity across the bed. Her happy humming annoys him a little.
Tammy gets up and gets a red bra, garter belt, and stockings from the top dresser drawer. She sits on the side of the bed in front of Harold and puts the stockings on. She stands up, and puts on the garter belt and bra. Watching Tammy get dressed has Harold’s cock pressing firmly against the cage. He can feel the pressure, but it’s not painful.
Tammy goes into her closet and comes out with a red sheer top and red pumps that complete the outfit. She slips into the pumps, puts the top on, walks over to Harold, and poses for him.
“Do you think Chuck will like seeing me in this, Harold?”
Harold smiles. “I guess so Tammy. I sure do.”
Tammy looks down at Harold’s cock. “Yes, I can see that. Your cock fills the cage nicely.” She presses into her pussy with her fingers, and licks the wetness from them. “Too bad you can’t fill my pussy.”
