It all started because I jerk off too much. Every night, I would retreat to the basement after my wife, Kate, would go to bed early. Both of us are in our mid-forties. I often asked for sex, but my wife complained that I was never any good at it. She always said that we only do what I wanted, which usually involved long blowjobs with followed by a nice, slow handjob.
She seemed bored by the routine. After a time, she would just sit there while I jerked off. If I was lucky, I would get to cum on her big, 34-C tits. Almost every time we did it, she asked if I would go down on her. I rarely performed cunnilingus, but when I did, Kate came hard.
Twice, after we both had a few drinks, my wife got very aggressive sexually. She playfully, yet forcefully, made me go down on her. Both times, I swear that she was wetter than ever. For my part, on those occasions, I was really surprised how much I liked being not in control. I am almost always in control—at work, at home, on vacation, in bed. After being forced to eat Kate’s pussy, it felt strangely good to not be in control, even for a little time.
A few times afterwards, I wondered about the power dynamic in our sex life but brushed off the thoughts. Being submissive was for other guys - wimpy guys with short cocks. I was in good shape and certainly not a wimp. My cock is a little over seven inches long and thick; when we did fuck, Kate said my dick filled her up nicely.
My libido has always run high, but my wife’s seeming lack of interest in sex made it difficult for me. I found relief jerking off every night. My tastes had drifted, in my mind, to be a little out of the ordinary. Most guys are interested in younger women, but I love mature women, like my wife. I loved looking at middle-aged women with big tits. I liked reading stories about how they cheat on their husbands with big, strong guys. Sometimes I fantasized about my wife with athletic, younger men with big cocks.
One time, my wife went to a bachelorette party with some younger women at the office. They went to a male strip club. Kate didn’t give me the details, but when she got home she was super horny and super aggressive. She sat on my face and made me lick her until she came. She wasn’t interested in my pleasure, so later that night I had to slink to the basement to jerk off.
My sex life was on a downward spiral. I was looking at more and more porn. I thought my wife did not know, but I secretly knew I was fooling myself. It got so that I wouldn’t even try anymore with Kate.
My time in the basement was isolating and my mind started to play tricks on me, for a few nights a week, I swore I heard some sort of buzzy sound coming from our bedroom. As I sat there looking at my porn, I thought it sounded like a vibrator. This was weird because my wife didn’t own a vibrator.
My internet viewing and reading became more and more deviant. I started getting into pictures of mature women with big tits paired with younger, buff guys with big cocks. I wasn’t interested in seeing the guy’s faces, just nice big cocks—white, black, it didn’t matter. It got so that sometimes I caught myself looking at pictures of just big cocks.
Eventually, I drifted to liking glory holes—stories and pictures. I liked the anonymity of gloryholes. I liked seeing a beautiful, older woman with big tits sucking on a big cock through a glory hole. I started fantasizing about my wife doing the sucking, and me on the other side of the hole. A few times, I stumbled across some gay or bi glory hole pictures and stories. I thought I would be repulsed but found them interesting and a turn on.
I started to read stories about men who become cuckolds—husbands who encourage their wives to sleep with other men. The one aspect of those stories that always made me hard was the humiliation of the husband. I didn’t like it when the husband was forced to crossdress or be sissies. And I disliked stories where the man would worship the woman and call her “mistress” or “princess”. But I liked it when cuckold relationship was exposed to the public.
An especially exciting storyline for me was when the husband was forced to watch the wife get nasty in public like at a dance club or bar. I don’t know why all this turned me. Maybe it was my wishful thinking—that my wife would be interested in sex. It would be sex with someone else, but I would be involved vicariously with the pleasure.
One night, I thought my wife was in bed, but actually, she was working in her basement office. She quietly walked into my man cave. I was deep into a good jerk off session. My mind was fixed on my computer screen, reading a hot story about a milf who finds pleasure with young guys with big cocks. In addition, I had opened some pictures of big-titted, middle-aged women on my screen. I stroked my cock slowly and deliberately.
“Is this what you do every night?” my wife asked.
I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Umm, ahh, no,” I stammered. I released my cock and tried to shut down my computer.
My wife didn’t believe me, and she angrily asked, “Are you going to stick with that lie? Because I think you come down and jerk off to porn every night.”
I’d never seen my wife like this. Even though she is only five-foot-two, she seemed to tower over me. It was obvious that she was in total control of the situation. I felt meek but somehow it felt appropriate.
Sheepishly, with my eyes fixed on her feet, I weakly said, “You’re right. I do it every night.”
“Why the hell do you do this? I’m right upstairs?”
“I just thought,” I answered meekly, “that you aren’t interested in sex.”
“Really!! You know nothing! I love having sex, but I hate the way you want to do it. You are so selfish. Here you are being selfish again, just jerking off to porn. I wish you took half the time you spend on looking at porn and dedicated it to trying to learn how to be a better lover,” she said with more anger.
Slyly I asked, “Would you be interested tonight? You can teach me what you want.”
“Oh, I’ll teach you what I want.” She grabbed by the shirt and dragged me over to a chair. She pulled down her pants and underwear and sat down. “Eat my pussy, right now.” I hesitated. “Come on, you selfish bastard, lick me.”
I slowly put my head between her legs. I tentatively put my tongue on her clit. Kate grabbed my head and pulled me in closer. I could tell that she wasn’t very excited at the beginning, but her juices started to flow after only a minute or two. I continued to lick, and I heard her breath get heavier and heavier. She kept her hands firmly locked on my head. I ran my tongue up and down her slit and then would return to her clit. My wife came hard on my face.
A minute afterwards, my wife released my head. I sat back on the floor and let off a deep sigh. Kate looked at me with a combination of bliss and annoyance. “That is what I like. I like forcing you to go down on me.”
I looked her in the eyes and said, “Now it’s my turn.”
“You’re joking, right? You’ve been so damn selfish jerking off all the time. You think you are going to get rewarded by getting caught? Fat chance.” I gave her a sad look. “Maybe, maybe, I’ll give you a little relief in a week.”
“That sounds okay to me,” I replied. I could wait a week; last winter we had gone a whole month without fooling around.
“But, you’re going to have to do what I say this next week.”
“Okay. What do you want me to do?”
“First of all,” my wife said, “no porn. Stop this now! Second, no jerking off. Third, you’re going to do the chores all week. Fourth, you’re sleeping on the couch, so you can think about how selfish you’ve been, and how to meet my needs.”
I wasn’t about to argue. I figured I would keep my head down for a week and by the time a week was up, the storm would pass.
But my dick has a mind of its own. On the third night, as I tried to get some sleep on the couch, I keep thinking about Kate’s needs—her sexual needs. My cock got hard as I thought about my wife’s big tits. I tried to think of something else, but my mind always came back to sex. My cock wouldn’t go down as I lay there.