The men being controlled each had a journal of sorts online where they talked about their experiences, and included in those journals were pictures of their asses after punishments. He swallowed thickly as he saw pictures with obvious belt marks, some sort of raised welts and all manner of other things. Those punishments must’ve been really painful and he felt sorry for the guys who’d had to endure them. But then he started reading their journals. None of them felt sorry for themselves. Their wives had made rules, and when they broke those rules their wives punished them. It seemed so simple.
But he had so many questions. Why were the wives the only ones allowed to make the rules? What happened if one of them broke a rule? And why did the husbands agree to ceding control to their wives? And he’d seen that FLR website. None of the men there were submissive to their wives—it was exactly the opposite. He was so confused. One thing couldn’t be denied though. The more he read, the more turned-on he got.
Jumping up, he closed the laptop and went to The List. He needed to come like he needed his next breath and Cissy would be home soon. What chore could he complete to get a reward?
As he was finishing up with mopping the kitchen floor after having wiped down all the cabinetry, Cissy walked in and raised a brow. He couldn’t help the sheepish grin, but Cissy just laughed and tiptoed across the room in her bare feet so as not to disturb his mopping. A few minutes later Len found her in the bedroom waiting for him. She put him on his back on the bed and tugged his shorts and boxers off, throwing them in the hamper and then returning to him.
“Do you want me to cuff you?”
Fuck yes.
“No.”
“Okay.”
Len blew out a loud breath. Honesty, dude. Man up. “Yes, tie me up.”
After restraining him, she first licked his dick like a lollipop for long moments, and he was about to complain how she was teasing him when she swallowed him whole and he nearly swallowed his tongue.
He barely held in a “fuuuuck” and instead let out a groan as her lips closed around his cock head. Everything he’d been thinking about and all the stuff he’d seen online came rushing back and despite his earlier orgasm he came quickly, bowing off the bed and trying to force his dick farther into Cissy’s mouth. It was only a little after nine p.m. when they finished, but he was asleep within seconds, still half dressed.
* * * * *
The next morning, he woke refreshed and rolled on top of his still-sleeping wife. During the night she’d shed her clothes, as she tended to get hot as the night went on, and he nuzzled into her breasts. Reaching between them, he gently guided his morning wood into her pussy and she stirred, her eyes fluttering open.
He smirked at her surprised expression. “Good morning.”
“Morning. Feeling horny?”
“Yep. And look, there’s a nice, warm female right on the other side of my bed.”
“How convenient for you.”
“I thought so.” He began to thrust slowly, letting her natural lubrication ease his way. As he continued to thrust, though, and she counteracted his actions, he didn’t feel that familiar stirring in the small of his back. Usually it was easy for him to come early in the morning. Was it because of the two orgasms he’d had yesterday? He tried not to panic as he moved faster and harder in and out of Cissy’s tight sheath.
Len glanced at the clock. They’d now been going at it for almost ten minutes and would be late for work if he didn’t get a move on. His cock was still hard, but he wasn’t even close to an orgasm. What the fuck was going on?
Cissy threw him a strange look and he knew his frustration must be showing. Why couldn’t he come? Cissy felt good. What was wrong?
With a sigh, he pulled out. What could he say to her when he didn’t have any idea what was happening?
“We’re running out of time. Why don’t we try this again later?” Avoiding her eyes, he turned and headed for the bathroom.
“O-okay…”
Len felt horrible. He’d never walked away in the middle of sex before. And Cissy hadn’t come again. No wonder she was pissed off at him. He knew she had a vibrator, but part of his job as a husband was seeing to his wife’s needs, and it was becoming increasingly obvious he wasn’t doing that.
After taking a quick shower he grabbed a granola bar and was out of the house before Cissy had even come out of the bathroom from her own shower. He just couldn’t face her, feeling like such a fucking failure as a man and a husband.
On the way to work, Len turned the incident over and over in his mind. What was different about this time versus all the other times he’d had sex with Cissy?