| Shy Young Wife |
Call me paranoid, or whatever you please, but my wife's "volunteer work"
was really about sex all along, and I knew it from the beginning. She
went on about self-actualization and needing to "discover herself" and
to do something about society's problems. And I went along, reluctantly
- unhappily. I knew this was really all about us. It was about sex. I
knew my marriage was in trouble.
Problem is, what do you do about it? My brother and my best friend had
both warned me. They told me Pamela was a brainy, sexy, spoiled rotten
bitch ("just like Gail," my brother warned - a reference to his wife's
sister, who had left her husband for a professor soon after she started
as a part-time grad student). Lately, they said, she'd been showing all
the signs of "turning hippy." What they meant was that she had begun
sheepishly defending the antiwar protesters, had expressed curiosity
about pot, and had taken to wearing less makeup and letting her hair
fall loose and full. Moreover, they said, she seemed to be bored at
family gatherings, which my Dad regarded as the very most disturbing
sign. Unlike my brother, who had never liked Pamela (although he'd made
it clear he found her sexually desireable) Dad had a genuine affection
for her, and seemed to think of her as the daughter he never had. She
returned his warm feelings, too - even when she started to get strange.
Naturally, I told them they were crazy. She had a right to her own
opinions, didn't she? (Well? Didn't she?) And, I added, I happened to
really like her new look. What's more, I lied, our sex life was better
than ever. Why did I say that? It was completely out of character for me
to even mention our sex life, for one thing. And for another, our sex
life was a source of total confusion to me. My wife had never, to my
knowledge, anyway, had an orgasm, and she had steadfastly refused to
discuss it, brushing the topic aside on the two occasions when I'd asked
her about it.
"What difference does it make?" she'd said on our honeymoon. "You were
great and I think you're probably the sexiest man alive."
And later, once when we were tipsy following a New Year's party, we made
love for much longer than usual. Probably due to the alcohol I'd
consumed, I'd been able to continue without climaxing for probably twice
the time of our usual brief couplings.
"Did
|
| My Wife's Surprise Birthday Party |
My wife's birthday was coming up and like many husbands I had no idea
what to get her.
To make matters worse her birthday is February 14. (For those of you
who don't know,
that Valentine's Day.) A double special occasion. Last year I didn't
do so well. I waited until the last minute and we couldn't get into any
restaurants. We ended up eating fast food. This year has to be great.
My wife is a very attractive woman. She's in her early 20's and could
easily be a model. I think my friends only want to go out with us so
they can see what outfit she's wearing. She's kinda kinky in the bedroom
but does a pretty good job of hiding in when other people are around.
Everybody thinks she is sweet and innocent.
For her birthday I dropped my wife off for an afternoon of pampering at
a local beauty
spa. You know the deal: facial, massage, manicure, hair, the whole
nine yards. All
women love this kind of thing, especially my wife. While she was
getting her massage I
had an attendant sneak in and get her clothes and replace them with an
outfit I brought. I took her clothes and went home to get ready for the
party.
About a week before I called our closest friends. Alan and Rachel were
first on my list. Alan has been my friend since 3rd grade. He recently
married Rachel. I knew they were kinda kinky from the stories we would
share over the phone. Next was David and Julie. David was my room mate
in college and Julie is his wife of 4 years. David and Julie are also a
little on the kinky side but not wild by any stretch of the imagination.
I invited them to an X-rated birthday party. All I told them was they
had to buy a sex toy for my wife and to plan to have a fun evening. I
told my wife nothing about the party. She thought we would be spending
a quiet evening at home.
I went back at 5:00 to pick her up. She was actually smiling. I wasn't
sure how she'd
respond to the outfit I left for her. She was wearing a skin tight,
blue, mesh mini dress. You could clearly see everything she had...and it
was all good. Under the dress was a matching blue g-string. She wore
white thigh high stockings and blue high heels. Man, she looked fine.
She was in a great mood and not at all upset about the switch I pulled
on her. I told her I would take her home so she could change and then
we would go spend some the birthday money
|
| My Wife Played Strip Pool with Us! |
There were many times when Jan my 35 year old wife would dress sexily
for me knowing how much I enjoyed it, but this one weekend we had gone
away to a nice hotel with just romance in mind and to get away from
the kids. After having dinner in the hotel's nice dining room and we
dressed in our best, we settled into the lounge for a few drinks.
Once in the lounge we ran into, and I was introduced to her best
friend from High School. His name was Wayne and they had kept in touch
off and on over the years. He seemed to be a nice guy and the stories
kept coming. We invited him to the room for a few drinks so Jan could
get comfortable.
In the room, I fixed us some drinks and Jan changed into a old pair of
shorts and a worn out old T shirt with no bra. We sat around talking
for a few hours and I could not help but notice how Wayne never took
his eyes off of Jan's perky little tits jiggling around under her t
shirt. I better point out that Jan is 5'8" very firm with gorgeous
legs and tight ass with 34 B's. And after two kids still looks
fantastic. When Wayne left I asked her if she noticed him staring at
her breasts most of the night. She did, and laughed saying that he
was always hot for her. I told her it would have been cool to let him
see more. Of course she feigned modesty saying "No way" but we ended
up making fantastic love fantasizing about it. Nothing more happened
this weekend and months passed.
One evening, in a playful mood, we had a bet on a football game and
she lost. Of course the wager was undefined but understood to be a
sexual favor. I told her I wanted her to invite Wayne over for dinner
and she had to tease and flash him all night. She refused and I
insisted until she reluctantly (yeah right) agreed to it.
When the Saturday night came, it was 8 PM and the kids were in bed.
Jan was wearing a short black skirt, no panties, no hose, a white
buttoned down blouse silk, with no bra and she was stunning looking.
Women built like Jan have no cleavage but when they lean over you get
to see the cutest little tits in the world. She was no exception, and
the top three buttons were undone. Wayne was seated for dinner so as
Jan served and set the places he had an unobstructed view of her tits
every time she leaned over in the slightest. We had candles burning
and as she stood before them, you could see her nipple outline
|
| Mine Wife |
First I will give you a little background on us.
My wife is fifty years old, but to look at her you would think she was
in her early forties
She is the type of lady that carries her self with a lot of class, and
has a sexy charm about her. .
She is about five foot six with a slender build. She wears a thirty six
c bra, but it is a little loose on her. She usually gets the kind that
has a little padding in the, so I suppose she is really a 35 or so. But
what ever she is, they are the most beautifully shaped titties on earth.
She keeps her weight down, and has a little round ass that most men take
a second look at..
She is the type of women that other women even admire.
We have been married thirty one years, so things between us is pretty
routine.
We have always enjoyed good sex together. I would like her to be more
oral with me, but she gives me just enough head to keep me begging for
it.
As for her she really enjoys me going down on her, and I do it just
about every time we make love.
My wife works at home for a large Firm that does interior decorating and
promotional
material for Hotel and Casinos.
We live in a state that is driven by gambling as the number one
industry.
As for me, I am retired.
Because of her busy schedule. And the fact that we have been in the same
sexual routine for so long.
Our love making has been down to about once or twice a month for the
last year or so.
We had talked about spicing it up some how, but had not came up with any
solutions.
My Dr. had given me some Viagra, so I had no problem at all keeping it
up for her.
We did not have any real problems, it just became the same old thing
after thirty years.
I had mentioned a nudist resort or a swingers Motel that was in the next
city.
She said she would think about it, but when ever I would mention it she
would say no, not yet.
As far as I know she had only been with one other man, or I should say
boy. It was before we were married when she was in collage.
She mentioned to me once, and I pumped her for details.
Apparently like most you guys he got her panties off, and cum as soon as
he started to
penetrate her, so she ended up getting a few strokes with a penis that
went flaccid pretty quick.
She said what she got she liked a lot, but it wasn?Ct very big and
did not last but a minute or two.
She did manage an
|
| Good Wife University 1/7 |
Darlene didn't want her marriage to end. She and Dwayne were
still together after twelve years "for the kids" but they fought
constantly. Marriage counseling didn't help. During one session,
Darlene broke down, crying, "I want to be a good wife. I just
don't have any self control." The counselor said that he
couldn't give Darlene self discipline. They gave up counseling.
Oh, they agreed on some things. They scrimped and saved to buy
the kids a computer for Christmas in 1993 before home computers
were 'in'. Now everyone has a computer. Although the monthly
cost strained their budget, they subscribed to an on-line
service.
While the kids were in school, Darlene set aside time to learn
how to use the computer. Once she felt comfortable with it, she
began to explore on line and found a group discussing marriage
problems on a local bulletin board. She read a lot and posted a
few times. Then, among the spam, she found an e-mail message:
Date: Fri, 2 Feb 1994 18:51:08 -0500
From: anonymous
Subject: GWU
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"
Status:
If you're serious about becoming a good wife and mother,
reply to this message. We can help.
Expecting some sales pitch in the next message, Darlene hit the
reply button. Now, three months later, she was signed up to
attend a twelve week long class -- starting tonight.
-
Kim was enjoying the evening. Roger said that she needed 'wife
training' if they married. At first she objected but gave in
when he issued an ultimatum. Her three previous marriages had
failed, at least partly because of her. She was determined to
make this one work. Even though their courtship lasted only a few
weeks, she felt she had found her soul mate. They had been
married one month and one day.
Roger was sophisticated, liberal, masculine, sexy, and everything
else Kim wanted in a husband. He was dark complected and
handsome with a rugged, squarish jaw and piercing inky black
eyes. At five-six, he was a nice match for her five-one if you
rounded up a half an inch. With her EurAsian heritage, they made
a striking couple.
This was supposed to be the beginning of her wife training but it
looked more like an ordinary cocktail party to Kim. Everyone was
dressed up but very different.
|
| Good Wife University 2/7 |
As the van sped along, Darlene couldn't turn off her mind. Her
thoughts were a jumbled mix of emotions. Being naked was
embarrassing. Figuring out what to do with her hands was a
problem, too. She didn't want anyone to think that she might be
masturbating. But that's exactly what she would do if she was
alone, in private, away from the other naked women in the van.
Folding her hands in her lap put them too close to her pussy.
'Thank God it's dark,' she though, 'So no one can see that I'm
soaking the seat.'
When she first sat down, her bottom stuck to the plastic seat.
But just a few minutes later and a thin sheen of perspiration and
pussy juice had her sliding around, held in place only by the
seat belt. She had to keep her hands away from her groin so she
folded her arms under her breasts.
Random thoughts popped into her head. Darlene thought about her
kids. Would they miss her? Would they be OK without her? 'Oh,
thank providence that I'm not the fattest one.' Will Dwayne get
along all right? Watching him screw a fifty-something sex pot
was.. a turn-on. Darlene silently prayed that she hadn't made
the biggest mistake of her life when she agreed to go to this
thing called Good Wife University.
She squirmed in the seat, frustrated. She wanted to frig her
pussy. If they had been at an ordinary party, she would have
insisted that Dwayne take her home. She would have tried to get
him to screw her but he was usually so mad about being pulled
away from a party that they ended up arguing and she ended up
frustrated, frigging her pussy in the bathroom while he...
'Damn, I've got to quit thinking about diddling my pussy or I'm
going to go nuts,' she told herself, feeling the road vibrations
come through the seat, keeping her pussy juicy and her butt
slipping around on the seat.
Laura wondered if her daughter-in-law, Prissy, had made this same
trip, shackled and nude. 'Probably,' she decided, smiling to
herself. Priscella was incredibly cute and upbeat and efficient
and happy and everything that Laura wanted to be, even if the
girl was less than half her age.
Sitting next to Kim, Debbie was terrified. She was a college
graduate, blond, blue eyed, sexy, fit, and everything a man could
want. So why did Dan's interest wane? She gave him everything.
She let him have his way with her whenever he wanted, opening her
thighs so
|
| Good Wife University 3/7 |
Kim was sure the others were asleep. It seemed like they were
going to stay up all night, whispering intimately at the other
end of the room, occasionally gasping or giggling. They finally
turned out the lights and drifted to the beds to get some sleep.
Kim waited a little longer, listening for even breathing and
total quiet. Then she slowly counted to one thousand. Throughout
the long count, she heard no sound but the crickets outside and a
bull frog far off in the distance.
She sat up slowly, fearing that the bed would creak. It didn't.
She felt for her shoes, then decided that high heels weren't
suitable for an escape and left them on the floor by the bed. She
did want some clothing, though. Something. Anything to cover up
with. Not willing to stay in the old building any longer than
she had to, Kim pulled the top sheet from the bed and wrapped it
around herself before tiptoeing out of the room and into the
corridor.
Dim nightlights along the hallway lit her way. At the door, she
pushed gently, just enough to get it to swing. She was surprised
that it wasn't locked. Then she slid through the opening barely
wide enough to get her body through, the cold metal grazing her
exposed flesh and pulling off the sheet.
Once outside the building, Kim decided to follow the driveway.
She reasoned that it would lead to a road that would lead to a
larger, more traveled road. With luck, she would find her way to
a phone where she could... What? Dial 911? Call her husband
collect?
She decided that she'd deal with that when she reached
civilization, far from the weirdos at the old school. She
started down the driveway, paved with brick near the entrance but
soon turning to gravel. The sharp stones bit into her bare feet
so she moved to the grassy edge. The grass was cold and soggy
but better than the gravel. The going was tough because of a
moderate up-hill slope in that part of the lane.
As she moved away from the building, darkness became total. A
sliver of moon provided just enough light for her to make out the
driveway. Night sounds were more evident now, closer, each
making her jerk toward it. What kind of animals might be out
here, wherever here might be, she wondered. Were any harmful? A
racoon might not be deadly but she had heard about a rabies
epidemic. Or what about a skunk? Or a bear? Or were there wolves
out
|
| Good Wife University 4/7 |
Jennifer peered over Wendy's head. Her eyes bugged out when she
saw the tiny EurAsian woman alternately shuffling each foot
forward a few inches at a time. The short bar padlocked between
the boots on her feet effectively hobbled her. Worse, Tina's
whole body was covered with red bumps. Just looking at her made
Jennifer's skin itch, adding to the discomfort of a full bladder.
When Kim got close, Jennifer saw the welt on her bottom left by
Gwen's switch.
'Hurry up!' Jennifer mentally demanded. It was pure torture to
stand with her feet apart. She wanted, no, needed to press her
thighs together to relieve the discomfort caused by holding the
urine in her distended bladder. She moved each foot in a bit,
pointed her toes in, and drew her knees together. The position
was terribly awkward but it helped her sphincter sqeeze her
little pee hole closed.
Katy was brave enough to beg, "Please, Miz Tina. May I use the
bathroom?"
"I thought I told you that you could only say 'Yes, Miz Tina' or
'No, Miz Tina' until given permission to to speak," Tina roared,
facing the young girl and standing nose to nose. "Were you given
permission to speak?"
"No, Miz Tina," Katy whimpered, squeezing her thighs together
desperately.
"That's two demerits for speaking without permission," Tina told
her, taking a notepad and pencil from her breast pocket. "And
another for not standing with your feet shoulder width apart. And
I'm sure that you answered 'Yes, Miz Tina' when I told you that,
didn't you?"
"Yes, Miz Tina."
"So you lied to me," Tina said matter of factly. "And the
penalty for lieing is a spanking. When was the last time you
were spanked? Or have you ever been spanked?"
Muscles screamed in Jennifer's legs now as she made sure her
feet were spread enough while still squeezing in with her thighs
and butt.
As the interrogation continued, Kim mentally thanked Tina for
letting her use the toilet in the infirmary. With her legs
forced wide apart, she knew that she would never have been able
to control her bladder. She saw that most of the other women
were having difficulty, too, bringing their legs closer together
and tensing their bodies to hold it in.
"We will delay your spanking for a little while," Tina told Katy.
"Now take my key and release that future good wife from her
shackles so that the leather
|
| Good Wife University 5/7 |
The eight nude women followed Tina down the hallway to a
classroom that looked like it could serve any middle school.
There were eight desks with separate chairs facing a chalk board.
To one side sat eight computer terminals and on the other were
textbooks and supplies on the shelves by the windows that
extended to the ceiling in the fashion of older schools where the
primary lighting was natural.
Clarice passed out tests and pencils, her only instruction, "Be
honest in all of your answers." The women opened the test
booklets and began immediately, fearing whatever punishment Miz
Tina might inflict if they daudled.
All of them started answering the questions in test I.
Rate the following questions on a scale of 1 to 5. One
being that you totally disagree and five that you totally
agree with the statement. Answer quickly, giving your first
impression without analyzing the question. Be honest.
I like my body. 1 2 3 4 5
I am too fat.
My buttocks are too large.
My lips are sensuous.
I become aroused easily.
I am in good physical condition.
I love sex.
I love anal sex.
I love cunnilingus.
I love fellatio.
My body is perfect.
My nipples are sensitive.
Tattoos are sexy.
I want to try anal sex.
I want to try sex with a dog or other animal.
...
Kim's teaching degree put her at both an advantage and a
disadvantage. She recognized the technique from college courses
on testing. The answers would show attitudes and provide a
psychological profile of the testee. She thought about how she
might slant her answers to her advantage, then decided that
honesty was the best policy. A good test would catch her if she
tried to manipulate the results and she had little doubt that
this test was expertly prepared.
The next test was fill-in-the-blanks style. It began with
innocent questions, them moved on to ask many of the same
questions that were asked in their introductions at breakfast.
My favorite color is _____________________.
If I could change one thing about my body, it would be my
__________________.
The last four books I read were ____________ by ________,
_______________ by ____ ...
and later,
My last orgasm was on ___(date)___ at __(approx
|
| Good Wife University 6/7 |
"This is one type of PC meter," Lucy announced, holding up the
device, a rubber cylinder about an inch and a quarter around and
five inches long with disk base from which extended a hose
connected to a meter with a five inch dial graduated from 10 to
250. "For hygene and ease of passing it from one person to
another, we use lubricated condoms. So let's see what you can
do."
Completely humiliated to be the center of attention as she rolled
the condom over the rubber shaft and slid it into her vagina,
Darlene was still proud when Lucy exclaimed, "Wow, a hundred six!
That's a new record for a freshman." Lucy took a clipboard to
record everyone's reading. Half of them, including Katy, Maria,
Wendy, and Laura, could barely move the dial. Debbie and
Jennifer managed to move the dial up to twenty-something and Kim
managed to push the needle a hair over thirty but still less than
a third of Darlene's reading.
"I'm such a show off," Lucy giggled when they had all finished.
She rolled a fresh condom over the rubber shaft and inserted it
into her pussy. "Watch this." Everyone looked at the meter on
the wall as the needle swung to stop above 200 and then dropped
back to zero, then went back up where Lucy held it for some
seconds.
"A passing grade for pussy power is sixty, but that's barely
passing. Seventy will get you a C. Eighty a B and over ninty an
A. Everything over 100 is A-plus so you've already earned your
first superior grade, Darlene. Let's give her a hand."
They all applauded the blushing mother until Lucy held up her
hand. "OK, all you fitness nuts. There are three elements to
fitness. What are they?" When no one spoke, she called, "Debbie,
you're obviously into physical fitness. What are the three
essential elements of fitness?"
"Strength," she ventured, then confidently added, "flexibility
and endurance."
"So can you guess what we'll be doing in my class?"
"Strength, flexibility, and endurance," she repeated more evenly.
"You didn't address your professor, Miz Lucy, correctly," Tina
snarled, startling everyone with her loud voice. "You can expect
a spanking later on to help you remember your manners."
Debbie's complection immediately changed from flushed pink with
embarrassment to pale white with fear. The rosy pink returned
when she was ordered to demonstrate the endurance of her
|
|
