After 40 plus years of marriage things had become a little stale. We were very happy but somehow sex had become an unimportant part of our lives -- well Gregory's life at least. I still felt a certain stirring and I was fairly certain that Gregory still masturbated from time to time. I tried to catch him a couple of times but never managed it. I thought that if I was successful I might get him to screw me.
The trouble is that the longer it took to tackle the problem the harder it became to raise the topic. Gregory had never expressed interest in anything other than vanilla sex and I suppose that it becomes very hard to maintain a lively interest in the missionary position and its minor variations. I tried to spice things up, but to no avail.
One Friday evening, after Gregory had been called away to an unscheduled bowls club meeting, I found myself sat in front of the computer reading a mucky story which he had been careless enough to leave open in his haste to leave. It was a real revelation. It told the tale of a man in his 40's who was well and truly under the thumb of his dominant Mother. I couldn't fathom whether it was the domination, or the incestuous sex that was sexually arousing to Gregory. I must admit though that the thought of telling Gregory what to do in the bedroom really made me damp. I even decided that, if I had to, I could take the role of his bitch of a mother if it meant that sex was back on the menu.
When I thought about his mother and her relationship with Gregory I wondered whether she was why he was like he was.
Had it just been the one story I might have doubted myself, but as I delved deeper into the folders on the computer I found many more in the same vein. However, it was the stories in a badly password protected folder that interested me even more. Men being dominated was still the principle theme, but these went further. The men were forced to debase themselves on the instruction of their wives in front of friends and relatives, the majority of whom were female, but not exclusively so.
I even found a number of videos in a sub-folder called "cfnm" which I soon realised meant clothed female naked male. It was marvellous. It contained videos of men being forced to masturbate in front of other people. The best one by far was clearly homemade and showed a man, probably in his 50's, being made to strip in front of several women who ranged in age from late-teens to probably their late 70's. He was clearly very embarrassed, but that didn't stop him masturbating until he shot string after string of semen over himself.
By the time that I went up to bed I was soooo horny. I kept running the homemade video through in my head, imagining Gregory being forced to do the same and for the first time in ages I masturbated in the shower. I climbed into bed naked, shivering at the feeling of the cool sheets on my still sensitive nipples. By the time Gregory got home I had brought myself to another shuddering orgasm and had hatched a plan.
As usual Gregory had had a couple of pints and was ready to go to sleep.
His normal routine was to get his pyjamas from under his pillow, go to the bathroom, get changed, put his dirty clothes into the linen basket, climb into bed, kiss me on the cheek, roll over and go to sleep. And so, when he couldn't find his pyjamas, because I had taken them, he was very confused.
"Where are my pyjamas Dotty?" he said accusatorily.
"I've decided that I am fed up doing so much laundry, so from now on we will only wear nightclothes when it's really cold. So we will have to shower before bed."
"But I can't sleep naked!"
"You can and you will. I am. So, chop chop. Shower." I said firmly trying to imitate his mother, pointing to the en-suite.
He just stood there, mouth agape!
"Move it Gregroy." I said trying hard to inject a note of authority into my voice "Unless you want to do the laundry."
This was all the catalyst that he needed, as he started stripping at the bedside, something that he hadn't done in years. You would never have thought that we were an old married couple the way that he tried to hide his penis as he pulled his baggy Y fronts down. I couldn't remember the last time that I had seen his penis soft let alone erect. That was something that would, I hope, soon be rectified.
A blushing Gregory emerged from the en-suite ten minutes later, his hands cupped loosely over his genitals.
I called him to the side of the bed.
"Hands away." I commanded.
"Dotty what has got into you?" He said, his cheeks aflame.
I slapped his hands away.
"I read an article about problems affecting the foreskins of older men." I lied. "And I'm going to check yours." I said giving him no choice in the matter. "Pull it back." I commanded.
"Dotty please." He blustered. "This really is so embarrassing!"
"Do it or you will be sorry!" I said raising my voice.
The thrill that I felt as he obeyed me and pulled his foreskin back whilst standing just a few feet from my face was indescribable.
"Harder. All the way back." I commanded watching the skin stretch taught as he pulled back hard.
"Now roll it back down fully." I said pulling the bed covers back and sliding one leg out giving him an unrestricted view of my wet and gaping pussy.
"Right, now do that firmly another three times and then pull it right back and let go."
"Dotty this is so humiliating" he moaned as he did as he was told.
By the time that he had pulled his foreskin back for the final time his penis was bloated and parallel to the floor. I watched mesmerised as his foreskin slid slowly into a tight ring under his crown.
Gripping his penis firmly I squeezed him hard before pulling back cruelly on his foreskin and pulling his penis upright to peer at it from all angles. He winced as I increased the tension on the now very stretched skin still further but said nothing.
"Well, it looks ok, but I will have to check regularly." I said "accidentally" scraping my nails over his exposed crown.
I left him standing there and watched as his penis firmed into a throbbing erection. Although I desperately wanted to pull him into bed and fuck the living daylights out of him, I got back into bed and picked up my book, trying to make it clear that I was in charge.
With a flash of inspiration, I said "I will take some photos tomorrow and show them to Sylvia. She will know whether everything looks normal."
Sylvia was our widowed neighbour who was slightly older than us with whom I had become very friendly.
"You can't be serious Dotty. You can't do that.." he stammered.
I interrupted him knowing full well that part of Gregory's objection was that he secretly fancied Sylvia, probably because of her breasts which were much bigger than my 32c's and the thought of me showing her photos of his erect penis would be highly embarrassing.
"You will do as you are told Gregory. This is your health that we are talking about. You either start doing as you are told, or we will fall out."
"But why Sylvia? I'd never be able to look her in the eye again..."
I marvelled at how firm his erection now was and how he stood there exhibiting his penis to me.
"Because her husband was a doctor as you very well know, and she worked at the surgery on occasion. Now just roll your foreskin back where it should be and get into bed, there's a good boy." I said watching his face carefully.
"Yes dear." He said meekly, his eyes lowered and his hands by his side.
Still facing me he manipulated his foreskin, which was a tight ring under the crown of his erection, over the shiny blue dome of his penis from which a bead of lubricant seeped. With his hands firmly at his side he walked round to his side of the bed, his penis bobbing with each step, climbed in, kissed me on the cheek and lay down, his duvet forming a lump over his erection.
He rolled towards me no doubt thinking that I was ready for sex. He was certainly right, but I was determined to make him fulfil his desires and perversions and at the same time bring a sparkle to my old life.
"Good night dear." I said. "We had better not get you too excited. We don't want to harm your penis do we?" And patted him firmly on the throbbing lump.
My dreams were vivid that night. Men, naked and erect displaying themselves to me and masturbating on my command. No wonder I woke up tired!
I hurriedly got showered and dressed the following morning, ready to put phase two of my plan into play. As I left the bedroom a, red-faced Gregory was walking to the shower, his penis hiding in his pubic hair.
"T shirt and shorts only Gregory. No underpants. They are banned until I'm sure you don't have a problem. I've left what you are to wear on the bed. Oh, and keep your foreskin pulled back" I added, smiling to myself.
He started to complain.
"Right" I said "You can do the laundry, the shopping the cleaning..."
"Ok Dotty Ok. I'll do as you say. I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you." A shamefaced Gregory spluttered.
The shorts that I had left were old nylon running shorts of Gregory's that should have been thrown out years before. They clung like a second skin, were cut high at the sides and were so short that one wrong move would ensure that something was likely to drop out of one of the leg holes if he had no underpants on.
As he walked into the kitchen I saw that Gregory was conscious of his penis bobbing about unrestrained by underpants, particularly when I stared openly at it.
"Are you wearing underpants Gregory?"
"No Dotty." He replied indignantly.
"Show me."
Knowing better than to argue he lowered his shorts to show me a rather chubby penis, his foreskin pulled back, and two low hanging balls.
Breakfast was uneventful other than Gregory moaning about having to be careful not to sit on his testicles, but he was a little edgy.
"Ok then." I said after clearing the table "Into the lounge and strip. I want to get those photos for Sylvia."
