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{ASSM}Sucker by Vickie Tern (3/11) TG Femdom Wife F/M M/M
The following story contains explicit descriptions of sexual
behavior, several kinds. It should not be read by those too
young to do so lawfully or by others who do not enjoy such stories.
The young don't listen, the others sometimes need to be reminded
who they are.
- o - o - o -
I suppose she wanted to be sure, so when I happened to be only
kissing the tip of her red fingernail, she pulled it away, then
placed both hands on the top of my head and gently pressed down.
I slid down in the bed as she directed, until my face had arrived
almost between her legs. At last? She spread those legs wide
apart to accommodate my body, and I found myself lying between them
just like Stacy with her second man, staring at her mound with its
downy hair the way Stacy had stared at that man's huge dong. She
wanted me to do her cunt! But no. Her hand covered her mound,
and there was that thumb again sticking straight up out of it like
a short, erect cock, exactly where a penis would have been if she
were a man. I looked up and saw her looking down at me, her
expression still benign, but expectant. So I kissed that thumb
again, and took the red tip into my mouth. Then all of it.
I then began to suck doubly hard on that pelvic thumb, my eyes
never leaving hers. She knew now, and knew that I knew. I closed
my eyes and concentrated on that phallic thumb as if it were my
life, my soul's sustenance, lipping the tip, bobbing my head up and
down while sucking it up to the first joint, licking the length of
its underside, kissing its base passionately, avid to bring it off!
I wanted that thumb to climax and cum with all my heart! I was
starved! Desperate! I saw each time my head rose that the third
finger of that same thumbed hand, her left hand, the finger with
her gold wedding band, had slid into her slit and begun a gentle
massage. My head bobbed rhythmically up and down over her as I
finger-sucked her while she finger-fucked herself! Her thigh
muscles tensed. Then her whole body! Then she gave a great sigh
and relaxed. I'd brought her off!
Nothing more needed to be said. There were no more rounds to
fight. I'd agreed. She'd won.
And she then welcomed me with open thighs! Our lovemaking for the
next few hours was mind-shattering! The best of our married lives
together, by far! She kissed and clasped and writhed and twisted
on, around, atop, and all over me, and I lunged and plunged myself
into and all over her! All without a single word spoken! There
was no need. Except when at last I was about to dip my face into
her delicate pink, shining, moist slit, its dainty lips curling
along its length and the pink bud of her clit peering out shyly
from its hood, awaiting liberation by my tongue. We were in a
perfect position for sixty-nining, my crotch in front of her face
just as hers was in front of mine. I squared my hips at that
moment to thrust myself forward, knowing that my penis was only
inches from her mouth, offering it to her in return for my face
buried in her. But she murmered, "Not yet, love. Not yet. Soon!
But do me! Lick me! Yessss!"
I did.
It was early afternoon by the time we finally came together in the
kitchen for a kind of brunch, showered and dressed casually, at
ease, feeling quite civilized. I suppose strange things happen to
couples when they're separated -- what we each desire becomes fixed
in our imaginations, and if we don't get them, petty discontents
emerge to haunt us. Then with a few lurches the relationship
re-establishes itself, as solid as ever, if it was solid to begin
with. But different. I'd been three weeks away from Debbie, and
my old desire for oral sex with her and her reluctance become the
dominant fact of our relationship last night.
Now we were different. She'd proposed a way to bridge the gap, and
I'd accepted it. Already I'd enjoyed a bonus, hours of wonderful
oral access to her body anywhere I chose. Her ten fingers and toes
and her marvelous breasts had been sucked as lovingly, as fondly,
as her clit. Now I was going to suck some guy's cock, and then
she was going to suck mine whenever I asked her to do it for the
rest of our lives together. We'd each give something and get
something we'd each wanted. Otherwise nothing had changed. We
still loved each other. It was a warm, sunny day. What had seemed
unthinkable last night was simply no big deal.
I got down to the kitchen first, and greeted Debbie with an
elaborate brunch. She was wearing white shorts and a
slightly-tight white T-shirt, her hair held back with a red
scrunchie the color of her lipstick and nails, looking just
adorable. Looking radiant! We kissed each other as passionately
as on the first morning of our honeymoon, and we almost went back
to our bedroom. But no, enough for now. We had things to talk
about. She looked at the spread I'd prepared -- eggs benedict,
blueberry pancakes, bacon and sausage, toast and fresh muffins,
espresso coffee. Her face lit up.
"That's gorgeous, sweetheart. I hereby claim this feast as a token
of your love for me! Now let's eat no more of it than we must to
keep from starving. We'll stow the rest."
"Isn't today special?" I was disappointed. I'd been creating that
breakfast for over an hour, and had even gone to a nearby bakery to
get the muffins.
"It is to me, certainly. But this needs to be a feast for the
eyes, not the stomach. We need to lower your weight a little,
improve your figure, so you'll feel more attractive. So do I."
"You couldn't be any more attractive to me than you are right now,"
I told her. "And I'm pretty trim. Last night probably took off
any extra weight I added during the past few weeks."
She dimpled, then put her forefinger under her chin and bobbed her
head, obviously delighted. "That's so very sweet of you to say
that, darling! You are an angel, and I do love you! And you do
look lovely, yes! You certainly feel lovely!. But I think ten
pounds less to love would mean more that we can enjoy loving! With
just a little care we can each lose that much in a week! Twenty in
the month we'll need to field test before the big event!"
"All right," I said, a little puzzled. "That can't hurt. But
why?"
"We need thin waistlines," she replied. "We're starting out fresh
now, in a way. You're a new you, so you need to look new. More
huggable. You can't imagine how happy I am, knowing that you're
willing to please a man for my sake! Even if only on a whim, in
order to satisfy me!"
She smiled, and her radiance lit up her whole face. My whole body
glowed in the warmth! I melted!
"There's no hurry. But I know just the man! I think you'll like
him too. And no complications!"
"Complications? You mean, I won't feel tempted to run off with him
afterward? Who, Debbie?"
"Bruce!"
"The office manager who recommended that video to you to begin
with? The gay guy?
"That's who, honey. You'll love him! Well, you will, sweetheart,
that's true, at least you'll make love to him! He's so hot! I
described him to you last night, you remember? A professional
dancer, once? Thin, not as thin as you even now, but a real hunk!
His every move marvelous to watch! And those penetrating eyes,
gentle yet intense! You'll adore him, we all do! He'll be ideal
for this! I'll talk to him on Monday. He's very particular about
his partners, but I think maybe he'll let you do him as a favor to
me. The other girls would be insane with jealousy! What a pity I
can't call them and tell them!"
I was uneasy about this. "Give a blow job to a known faggot?
Debbie, what would that make me if it got out? Think of my
reputation! Think of yours, married to me!"
"That's what I am thinking about, baby. Who's more likely to talk,
some straight guy boasting to his buddies about the freebie he got
from that queer he always thought was straight, or Bruce, who gets
all the sex he wants whenever he wants it, from other men if he
wants them, so one more isn't notable? Who's had to be discreet
about his sexual preferences all his life? Who knows more about
this kind of sex? He'd be doing us the favor!"
She had a point.
"As for what blowing Bruce makes you, what does blowing anyone make
you? The same thing. A gay man's penis isn't different from any
other man's. Either way, whether or not it becomes known,
sweetheart, you'll have taken a man's penis into your mouth. And
tasted a man's cum. You'll be a man who has sucked cock. A cock
sucker. No different from any other cock sucker, the same as Stacy
in that regard. And that's what you'll always be from then on, the
same as any girl would be who's ever gone down on a guy. You'll
know it, and I'll know it! And I'll always know it, that my
husband sucked on a cock until it spurted sperm into him. I'll
remember every time I look at you! I'll also always know that I'm
married to a man who'll do anything to please his wife! Who puts
her desires above even his own! A real love!"
And she kissed me. I felt a little reassured. "I guess Bruce
makes sense," I said judiciously. "He's had plenty of experience
with this kind of thing, I suppose. Even with amateurs like me, I
suppose."
"Don't worry about whether you'll do yourself proud, baby. You'll
be fine! We'll work on it. You'll be ready when we decide to do
it. I think he'll be willing."
The rest of the weekend was idyllic. Debbie was like a schoolgirl
with a new fella, humming and prancing around the house. Each time
she got a glimpse of me roaming about doing odd household repairs,
or watering the house plants, or sitting at the computer entering
figures in my sales log, she'd beam, obviously overjoyed just to be
in my vicinity!. And I'd glow! And I tumbled in and out of bed
with her, on and off, the whole weekend! And in bed her body was
heavenly!
We were dieting, thinning down, so it didn't occur to us to
celebrate our new relationship by going out to eat. All I remember
about food during that weekend, and for the days that followed, was
diet cottage cheese and unsweetened lemonade. And some diet pills
of different kinds Debbie got from the drugstore to curb our
appetites -- one of them made me feel so much better about myself
that I almost didn't care much how hungry I was. Also the high
moment of our dinner meal, a milkshake with very few calories that
I found completely filling. She spooned the powder out of an
unmarked jar into a blender, and told me that the recommended dose
was one serving a day only, but that she'd already doubled the
concentration to be sure I'd be well-nourished.
"Drink only one of these each day, honey," she warned me. "It's
pretty rich. As it is you'll probably experience some pretty
fierce mood swings, like sugar highs, maybe even acne problems, a
few zits like when you were a teenager with your hormones raging.
But it'll mellow you out, body and mind. It'll help you
redistribute your weight. It's just the thing for that!"
I have to confess, now and then when I felt starved I did sneak in
an extra milk shake. Each day, in fact! They made me feel dizzy
at first, even a little nauseous. Not terribly sweet, but
incredibly rich, I guess! Strong stuff. But the pounds started to
melt off me and I felt just great!
By Monday morning I was thinner. "Not yet willowy," Debbie said,
pleased at how loose my pants were. "But getting there! Thus far
it's mostly loss of water. Like when I'm finishing my period -- I
can lose four pounds overnight! But we'll keep it up."
I was in much better shape, too. She wanted me to burn off my
incoming calories and tone up my body too while we were at it. No
harm in that, so for exercise I joined her doing her aerobics
tapes, then her jazzercize tapes, then a tape teaching slow moves
like Tai Chi, all of them graceful, elegant, and delicate, feminine
even down to the ways we draped our fingers. We did all three each
morning on arising, and they were strenuous. We'd finish dripping
wet, but I felt much more limber and lithe almost immediately! All
of the movements were intended for women, I realized, with lots of
the hip-thrusting and pelvic twisting that looks so wonderfully
seductive when done by a curvy woman. And some swooping moves were
exquisitely refined, and took lots of practice to get coordinated.
All three had lots of limp-wristed, elbows-to-the-ribs moves that
look so helpless when a girl does them. They're not as easy as
you'd think, try them some time! All kinds of unaccustomed muscles
come into play!
I couldn't keep up at first, until Debbie told me to quit thinking
and clunking like a man, to just think of myself as fluid and
graceful, to imitate the women on the tapes and go with the flow.
"Be fey, sweetheart! You were worried about seeming to be a
faggot? Be one! There's only me here! Be a really pouffe fairy!"
I tried, and it worked. By the next session I'd learned how to
flow intead of just step, how to loosen my arms to form captivating
curves in the air when I danced, and how to tuck back my shoulder
and toss my head in that fetching way girls have. Debbie was
turned on by a lot of what I did. I seemed so much less boorish or
brusque, so much more sensitive, she said, even in some ways
endearingly coy. The choreographies seemed to reveal a side of me
I hadn't wanted to let out before, one she found very attractive.
True, all this was new, and I was feeling a little tentative about
it all. Beginning to feel uncertain about other things too, in
fact. Those mood swings from the milk shakes had kicked in, I
supposed.
She thought I looked so sweet when she saw me taking dainty short
steps instead of bold strides that she asked me to move that way
all day, wherever I went. And the next day. And afterward. So I
did. At first it felt a little femmy, but I got used to it. And
if that was how I chose to move, that was that, whatever anyone
else thought. None of their business! Debbie loved it! And I
loved her!
We went to the movies together that Sunday night. By then I'd
learned another trick the tape told me would tighten my stomach
muscles, to walk by crossing one leg in front of the other with
each step, pointing my toes straight ahead. It put a seductive
wiggle into my hips, I noticed, but I got it down pretty well. I
worried that I looked too much like Stacy when she'd waved at the
camera with her ass, but Debbie told me it was subtle and
expressive and good for my abs, a dancer's move, not to worry. So
I didn't. Not even when after the movie, when we were crossing a
gloomy parking lot in the dark, and a man coming the other way who
could barely see us touched his hat and said, "Ladies" to reassure
us he was no threat. He'd guessed that by the way our silhouettes
moved. Debby was so amused she gave me a wonderfully reassuring
hug, as if we were in fact close girlfriends sharing a secret. I
suppose we were.
She found this new high-toned, more sensitive-seeming me so
attractive that more than once we stopped running the exercise tape
and made love right there on the floor, sweaty as we were. And
again in the shower afterward. It was the loveliest weekend of my
life, as was the week that followed. Debbie and I felt more deeply
wedded to each other than at any time previously! I vowed to
myself to give her whatever she wanted.
iv.
On Monday I went in and reported on my sales trip to the boss. She
was so pleased with the new customers I'd developed and with the
size of their orders that she told me to take two weeks off as a
bonus, then for another week or so just check up on them by phone
and fax, from home, as necessary.
"Just so they know we care," she said. "In another month maybe I'll
want to send you out again for an even longer period. But I don't
want to wreck your home life, you're too valuable to us. We don't
want to risk anything that might demoralize you or your wife. So stay
home now, and work from home for the present. You've earned it!"
I assured her that my home life has never been better. I was
feeling just great!
Debby was absolutely thrilled when I told her at dinner about my
two weeks of paid leave followed by time spent at home. At yogurt,
I guess I should say. We were seated in the dining doom, eating a
cup each by candlelight. I was twisting my spoon to make it last,
and thinking about maybe sneaking another extra milkshake from the
powder in the pantry after Debby retired for the night. Though I'd
certainly be retiring with her, so we could spend another night
tangled together. "That's perfect!" she said. "Two weeks leave,
and then work from home! Perfect! I'll book a few days at the
Avalon Resort in the mountains for your birthday, that's exactly a
month from now. And I'll take three weeks of the vacation time I'm
due, and I'll re-schedule myself for the last week. Because now we
have the time we need to prepare you and then do it!"
"Prepare me for what?" I asked. "Do what?"
"Prepare you to do what you said you'd do! Surely you haven't
forgotten! I asked Bruce today, and he's agreed! He'll do it with
you whenever we feel ready, though he's set a few conditions.
He'll be away for the next two weeks and he has other plans for
when he gets back, but luckily he's free from Friday all through
the Sunday of your birthday weekend. So that's when we'll do it.
It's a shame you won't meet and get to know each other first, but
there'll be time enough. We'll go to the Resort and I'll
introduce you there, and then when you're feeling familiar and
comfortable with each other you two can get it on to your heart's
content. All weekend long if you like. No fuss and no mess!"
"Get it on? In only a month? For a whole weekend? I thought this
was for fifteen minutes!" I was a little shocked. I realized I
was thinking my upcoming loss of masculinity was like a major
operation, or like some extensive dental procedure, something to be
dreaded and put off, yet also something best done as quickly as
possible.
"We've got a lot to do before then, Sam. We've barely four weeks
to get you ready. But then when you have a whole weekend to relax
with each other, you'll see, it'll be that much more enjoyable."
"A lot to do? Do what? Try not to think about it is what I mean
to do."
"Wrong, honey. Just the reverse is what you'll need to do. To
think about nothing but the Big Day! Because when it happens, if
you're to be the way you'll want me to be, you'll have to feel
three things. Horny, experienced, and desirable. That'll take
most of our time between now and then. The weeks you've got off
are just barely enough!"
Debbie was now looking at me with a determined gleam in her eye.
I'd seen it a few times before, and I knew that there was no
stopping her in that state of stubborn certainty. And she'd been
so pleased with me, and so ... rewarding, that I didn't want to
object to any of her plans. "Yes. But explain, please," was all
I dared say.
"Baby, you've got talent, I know that from watching you with that
banana, when you didn't have any feeling for it at all but I could
swear you were making passionate love to it. And what you did with
my thumb the next morning clinched it. And since then, whenever
you've found one of my fingers or toes -- don't think I haven't
noticed. Well, this time you'll be making really passionate love
to a man's penis. Something you're reluctant to do, I know.
Something you've been conditioned and cautioned and inhibited
against ever since you were a little boy. That's not easily
overcome! But we want it done right, and done right the first
time! Bruce will expect it. You agree?"
"Yes," I said. Because what else could I say?
"So first of all, we need to help you feel eager to do it. No
inhibitions! Keen, really avid. So there'll be no more sex with
me from now on, not until you've performed with Bruce
satisfactorily. Is that agreed?"
"No more of everything we've been doing the last few days?"
"No more of any of it. Not until afterward".
I decided to defer argument about that one. "Debbie, what does
'satisfactorily' mean? I mean to do what the video showed Stacy
doing, to the best of my ability. That's all. That's what we
agreed."
"Honey, Bruce agreed to be your partner sight unseen on my say so.
And as you know, Bruce is a very special man. He has no problem
finding the kinds of ... lovers he likes, and he takes on only
certain kinds. Remember? The kind that make the girls in our
office feel envious? Well, when he agreed, he set certain
conditions, and I've told him there'll be no problem with them. So
don't embarrass me by hedging at this late stage. 'Satisfactorily'
means he's satisfied. He decides whether or not it's been done
right. And he has very high standards."
This was appalling! "Debbie," I said, "I agreed to suck Bruce's
cock so you'd be willing to suck mine now and then. It's an odd
bargain, but it has a kind of logic, and it seems to be what you
need to dispel some sort of resentment that I want you to do it, so
I agreed, and that's what I agreed! I certainly didn't agree to
serve as his Cock sucker-in-Training for some indeterminate period,
until he's finally willing to certify me! That could take
forever!"
"I know. It does look like an open-ended commitment, doesn't it?
I can see why you're concerned. You can see yourself kneeling in
front of him until you've gotten too old to see what's under your
nose and he's too old to remember. Isn't that it?"
Debbie had an unerring ability to speak my mind when she chose to.
And she was mocking me again, a little. So I just smiled weakly
and nodded.
"But remember, I'll know. I'll even be watching."
Somehow I hadn't considered that! My wife would be there the
whole time? She'd witness my humiliating submission? She'd see
her man kissing the cock of another man! That would change the way
she thinks about me altogether, for all time! She'll never be able
to respect me as a man again, I thought. Why does she want this?
But then I realized that for Debbie, for some perverse reason, that
change in our relationship had already taken place in her mind,
just with my agreement to do it. And that it was a huge change for
the better! So I just nodded. She went on.
"I've got the final determination. If I see you dedicated to
pleasing him, and Bruce seems to me to be satisfied, then that's
what he is. You'll have to satisfy me by what you do to him,
that's all. That's what you'll want me to do with you, isn't it?
Satisfy you?"
"Yes," I had to agree. I didn't fully understand the implications
of what she'd just said, but it sounded reasonable. Even so, this
somehow no longer sounded like our original agreement, and in
honesty I had to say so. "I thought that just once would do it,
Debby. Once is all it takes to make me a cock sucker. One suck on
one cock and bingo, your straight husband is a pervert, a guy who
sucks cock. And that's that! Isn't that so? Isn't that enough?"
"If that's all you want from me, baby. But I think you want more
than that from me. One suck doth not a satisfactory cock sucker
make, does it? It takes technique and dedication. You saw what
Stacy was doing, and even though it was only a banana you blew, you
know what's involved. You'll want me to be a satisfactory cock
sucker for you too, won't you? Isn't that so?"
"I guess." I was beginning to be sorry I'd ever asked her to go
down on me.
"And didn't we make this a quid pro quo? I do what I'm not pleased
to do because you've already done what you're not pleased to do?"
"That's certainly true, yes."
"And we do it with our whole hearts?"
"Yes. I guess."
"Then you'll do everything you can to satisfy him. And he's a pro,
in a manner of speaking. Oral sex is a big part of his sex life.
So you'll have to meet some pretty high standards. Do you
understand now?"
"Yes. I think." Why was it that everything simple I agreed to
became complicated once Debbie explained it?
"That means among other things you'll really have to *want* to
satisfy him. Really be eager to please him! That cock will have
to be the only thing in your life when you take it into your mouth,
and his happiness your only happiness. You'll have to be sincere,
in other words. Because he'll be able to tell. That's what I
meant by 'horny'."
"How do I get to want to do with him what I want you to do with
me?"
"Don't worry, honey, I'll help. I have some ideas, even apart from
the main ones, and all of them are meant to get you feeling as hard
up as I can get you. So you'll dedicate your whole soul to him, if
only to get back in bed with me!"
No deferring that issue any longer! "*Back* in bed? We really
won't even be sleeping in the same bed?"
Instead of answering, she reached for my cock. It was still in my
pants, but it firmed up as soon as she began to squeeze it, then
stood solid as a rock. She began to stroke it. It throbbed.
"Mmmmmmm! That's nice! But now I'll leave you like this. Horny,
eager to give in order to get." She took her hand away. "See?"
This was cruel! But this was a new Debbie, too, and I can't say I
wasn't responsible! "Debbie!" I pleaded. "I've really been
looking forward to tonight, to more of what we've done all weekend.
"No, not even to help you make a mess in your panties now, lover.
Not until you're my sweet, certified cock sucker. That's when I'll
be yours!"
"Well, you've sure taken care of the motivation part of this deal,"
I said, already feeling frustrated. "No sex with you until I can
please this Bruce of yours, or at least convince you I've done it."
"Sam, lets be very clear about this. You won't please Bruce until
you really and truly want to please Bruce. A satisfied Bruce has
to be your most ardent desire, your whole purpose in life. You'll
need to love him sincerely, devotedly, totally! It's more than
just a matter of behaving a certain way. Any whore can fake
desire. You'll have to mean it! Do you really want to satisfy
him?"
"No, frankly. This is for you, not for him. But if you want me
to, I'm willing to try."
"All right. It's a beginning. But we have a lot of work ahead of
us. Teaching you how to want to please a man!"
- o - o - o -
End Sucker 3/11
If you are missing a part then this story can be found at
www.go.to/furysaga under Vickie Tern's Wives and Girlsfriends Page
(c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be copied to free archives and
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