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{ASSM}Sucker by Vickie Tern (10/11) 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 -
But above all, I wanted to know finally what had been happening.
To my life, to my marriage, to my wife. To us. It wasn't till
past noon that we convened in the kitchen to share the muffins I'd
tucked into the freezer a month earlier, and fresh coffee. Debbie
leaned back against the kitchen counter while I sat opposite at our
breakfast table, looking up at her, waiting for her to say
something. I was well made up, because she'd suggested we go
shopping so Samantha could have one last journey into the
outer world before Sam began a slow return to the world of men.
Or, so Samantha could fill in her wardrobe for the long haul,
and the two of us could enjoy the first joint shopping spree
of the rest of our lives. I'd decide which. Meanwhile I was
still euphoric, daydreaming about the weekend now past. About
that thing of Bruce's. Who would have thought ...?
"Bruce called while you were in the shower," she said suddenly.
"Oh?" was all I could say.
"He likes you. He asked me for permission to take you out again,
tonight. There's an opening at the art gallery where women will be
wearing their finest designer outfits. It's a chance for you to
wear yours and see what the latest fashions are." She paused. "To
see what you'll be wearing next year." She paused even longer.
"Or, he can get tickets for both of you to go to the Knicks game.
He says, whichever you prefer."
This news was strangely satisfying. A tumult of emotions passed
through me. Was I pleased? Disappointed? Troubled? Some of them
must have been evident on my face.
"That's right. You're off the hook, honey. He's very happy with
you, You did a marvelous job, and you deserve all the credit in
the world. And I'll keep my word. I'll give you your long-awaited
blow job any time you like. Now, if you like!"
She looked away, and delivered her next words to the kitchen
window. "But I have to tell you this. If you decide to go to the
Knicks game with Bruce, to be one of the guys again, I'll leave
you. I'll have to. I can't have a man who sucks other men's cocks
for a husband."
This was astonishing! Unfair! Outrageous!
"What!?" I cried out. "But this whole thing was your idea!" I had
a sudden insight. "You were looking for an excuse to dump me the
whole time! You wanted Bruce for yourself!" Then I said it.
"Because of his dong! Because he's bigger than I am!"
Debbie looked at me reproachfully, yet sympathetically. She waited
for me to calm myself. Then said, "Partly true, honey. But only
partly. It's true that I like real men. Big men! No offense, but
you can't really feel resentful, because you're responsible for it!
You started me off! Those porn movies of yours. They gave me
ideas, just as you'd hoped. But not about fucking and sucking --
that's all rather pretty obvious stuff. The movies gave me ideas
about what it's like to get stuffed with a huge dong like the ones
all those porn studs have! I don't know what you were watching all
those times, but I was checking out the guys' pricks, and then I
was watching the expressions on the girls' faces as those big
pricks fucked them!"
"I wouldn't have known anything at all about huge penises without
those movies you wanted me to watch. I had a sheltered girlhood,
hardly any boy friends before we were married. Your cock is
average, I suppose. I do feel it moving around inside me somewhere
when you're on top of me. Usually."
She leaned forward, and her eyes began to shine! "But the pricks
on those guys in those movies! You know! I'd feel the strangest
longing in my pussy each time I settled in with you to watch them!
Pure lust! Each man with a cock that goes on and on as it goes
into a girl, and keeps coming, getting deeper and deeper, and
meanwhile so thick that it stretches her to bursting until she
doesn't dare breathe, and she splays her legs and feels split wide
open, and even then it keeps coming on into her, that incredible
pole, it just doesn't quit, on and on and into you until finally
you think the head must have reached up into your throat and that's
why you're gasping and choking and shrieking. Maybe having chain
orgasms one after the other, altogether out of your her mind! And
finally you feel his balls slam against the cheeks of your ass,
and that's all of it. The whole thing is inside you! You're in
paradise! Then it happens in reverse. Then the whole thing all
over again. It can go on for hours! You know! We've both just
done it this past weekend! Quite a few times!"
I was shocked! What did this mean? That Debbie had identified
with those girls in the porn films? I'd wanted that to happen, I
guess, so she'd enjoy sex with fewer inhibitions. But not this
way! Apparently she'd spent all those viewing sessions imagining
she was a porn queen with her legs spread wide open to big-dicked
porn kings, maybe whole teams of them! Not to her ordinary
average husband!"
"When I said 'you' just now, I didn't mean that you yourself
imagined those long cocks entering you up to the hilt the way I
did. I know that. I meant me. Though I know you understand how
I felt, now that you've felt it yourself!"
She smiled a conspiratorial smile at me, and I responded wanly.
She knew how I'd lost it every time Bruce exploded his spunk into
me. She'd heard me shriek, and she could see that at that moment
my pelvis was as wild as hers when Bruce was plunging deep and
about to climax. She could see me writhing desperately each time
to milk his cock with my asshole.
"So my porn movies gave you the wrong ideas?" I asked her, with a
sinking feeling.
She smiled to herself, then looked away from me. "Yes, they
certainly did. Wicked ideas, they seemed to me then. They made me
incredibly curious about how men are really hung, and whether you
can tell when you're just chatting with them. The girls in my
office told me there's really only one way to know, to learn by
doing. But I noticed that they'd usually spread the word around
when one of them had found some man who was ... exceptional. And
because that word was easily confirmed by anyone else, it was
usually reliable. So that was a second way to know. It wasted
less time than actually trying a man on for size to see how he
fits. After a few months I learned to listen to office gossip,
and that saved me a lot of mistakes."
It just popped out! "Debbie, where is all this leading? I heard
what Bruce said yesterday about you looking to other men for sex!
I decided he was just trying to get to me, the way guys do. But
are you telling me you've slept with other men? Besides Bruce, I
mean? I've seen Bruce, and I can understand how you couldn't help
yourself when you saw us together! But have you slept with anyone
else?"
She looked annoyed, then very solemn! "Darling, you know you should
never ask that question. Marriage is based on faith! We assume our
partners are faithful, don't we, and we never ask, do we, so
there's never any need for anyone to lie or deceive! Is there?
Marcie has told me about some of the men she's been with, for example.
And some of the women they've told her they've been with!" She paused.
Her face registered nothing, nor did mine. Her round yet again!
"Gabe doesn't know about Marcie's wandering, or he never seems to
know, and he never asks, because if he did he might have to do
something about it. And then he might lose her altogether.
Certainly he'd lose faith in her, and trust her less. Men get
so dependent! So of course she never tells him, and whatever she
does with other men, on his birthday she tries to make it up to him.
Balance the scales, one for her, one for him. Maybe even the same
person. He's such a submissive husband at heart, Gabe is! He loves
doing whatever he's told."
She paused again. Marcie had arranged sex for her husband
with her own lover, true. I felt used, somehow!
"Have I ever asked you if you're always faithful to me?" Debbie
asked me. "I never kiss and tell, not even about you! Not ever!
So to answer your question, no, I don't sleep when I'm with other
men."
I was silent after that. It was a painfully evasive answer. It
sounded like taunting. Debbie realized that immediately, and
her annoyance vanished, to be replaced, I saw, by a deep sadness.
I saw her struggle with herself, then settle something pretty
heavy. She gave a huge sigh. Then she began again.
"Samantha, listen closely. Just nod that you understand what I'm
saying, all right? Whenever I pause. Don't say anything! If a
sound emerges from you, any sound at all, even in your throat, I'll
stop talking. And that will be that. You know nothing, sweetheart!
Now I want you to know everything. Because you're my best girl!"
This must be pretty awful, I thought. I tried to create a mental
set in my mind, Be Silent! Also in my throat, Be Silent! The same
throat that was still sore from how many cocks moving in and out of
it this past week? All for her sake? All average sized cocks,
mostly, no monster cocks like those porn studs' cocks, anyhow,
thank God. Except for Bruce's. I shifted in my chair when I
thought of Bruce. My rear end still remembered him. It was still
sore. I really should be sitting on a cushion, I thought.
I swallowed, then I nodded. Here we go!
"Samantha, Sam, I love you! I really do! My day brightens
whenever I come home and there you are. I don't feel complete when
we're not together. I have never been able to imagine life without
you. You're my companion, my friend, my adviser, my support, my
partner, my love, my other self, my life! We really and truly are
one person, one being! I feel everything you feel. And I have
always wanted you to feel everything I feel."
I nodded. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Not tears of
sadness but of joy, for what she was now telling me for the very
first time. We were one! Despite all of the petty resentments
that accumulate between people after living together for years, as
we had. Despite all the memories. Because of all the memories.
All of the little inadequacies. All of the forgiving.
"
"And I know you feel that way about me. That for you life without
me is inconceivable. Insupportable. I've counted on that often
enough during the past month. I'm counting on it even more right
now."
I nodded slowly, deeply. She seemed encouraged. Grateful too?
"Sam, you're my loving and beloved partner. My husband. But you
aren't my lover. You haven't been for a long time. Not really."
That was puzzling. We'd made real love often enough. What could
she mean?
"Spiritually we couldn't be more intimate. Physically though,
we've never been close. For some reason, I didn't know why for a
long time, maybe it was chemistry I thought, maybe some deep
inhibition from my girlhood, but for some reason I couldn't ever
respond to you physically. I thought I'd warm up to you over time,
but I never did. There was always something missing. When we've
had sex, I've given myself to you out of a sense of duty, not by
desire. You know that. You've always known that. I've felt
guilty that there was nothing passionate between us, that I was
cheating you somehow. Of course you didn't know. You just began
showing me porn films, hoping they'd warm me up."
I nodded.
"Well, they did."
I sat there silent, unmoving.
"But not for you." She paused and just looked at me. And waited.
xiii.
I looked at her silently. And I waited. I understood her. But to
nod might signify assent, and I didn't want to seem to be approving
what I feared was coming.
She understood that and went on slowly, clearly, carefully. "Those
fuckfest movies explained why I couldn't get excited about you
physically. Because physically, you weren't exciting! Oh, all
right, I guess, but not for what I need!"
I said nothing. I brushed my curls off my face with my fingertips,
just a quick little gesture, silly and girlish I realized. And
pouted thoughtfully. And waited.
"You'd show me those films almost every time we went to bed. First
those enormous dongs on those guys, pushing those girls' thighs so
far apart they seemed to be giving birth in reverse, That vision
was then followed by your reality, your own little weenie poking
into me. So inconsequential I couldn't make it seem larger even in
fantasy!"
A stray thought struck me, thank God I'm now a woman like her, not
a man, or this story would be devastating me! I can sympathize
with her! My own wife found my manhood inadequate? Then surely
she'd have left me, sooner or later. If I hadn't ... changed. If
she hadn't tricked me into changing. If I hadn't come over!
She went on. "Well, sweetheart, it had to happen, didn't it! One
day a few years ago one of our account executives asked me to join
him for lunch, tete-a-tete. I remembered that a typist had told
the rest of us that he was especially impressive. No, that's not
right. What she really said was -- let's see if I still remember
her exact words -- 'Girls, he's a major heavyweight where it
counts, that stud! I don't know how he can walk with what's
hanging down there. Or how he can lift it. It's a good thing it
comes up by itself, and that once it's up it stays up for hours and
hours! He used that thing on me one afternoon and I couldn't walk
for two days!' That's what she said. I remember her words,
because she said them with such a deeply satisfied smirk on her
face. And because as I found out, she wasn't exaggerating."
She looked directly at me. She seemed to be studying my slightest
change of expression. I made sure there was none. I looked
directly back at her. She smiled slightly, satisfied that I was
not going to go crazy over this confession.
"Well, I knew about your occasional women, so you set me the good
example there too. I didn't blame you, honey, not then nor now.
And this account executive was handsome enough, too, really buff!
He wasn't loveable, like you, but he had his ways! We had lunch,
and then neither of us returned to work that afternoon. I almost
didn't return here that evening, the sex was so great. A revelation!
An eye-opener. And not only my eyes were opened! I could scarcely
walk, he stretched me out so! God, he was hung like a horse! He
fucked my pussy, my tits, my ass, over and over!" She paused,
still studying my face, then she went on. "My mouth! I blew him
of course! I was crazy about that love-stick by the time we got
around to mouths! I sucked that cock all the way down my throat!
When he came, I didn't taste any of it, I just felt my neck
palpitate. But when he pulled out, I got a trace of spunk on my
tongue, and it was soooo good! It's an acquired taste, as you now
know, and I acquired it right then and there! From then on I had
to have it. You understand. But not yours, because then you'd
wonder why I'd suddenly gone ape over eating jism, wouldn't you?
And what if yours wasn't as tasty? I didn't want to have to
play act with you, ever! And of course I might not have gone ape
over you. You're really so very small compared with what I need,
honey!"
She waited. After a while I swallowed. Then I nodded.
"Understand me this way. I really know what I'm saying about that
man being hung like a horse. A year later I'd had so many big men
inside me I decided to try a horse, on a whim. A pony, anyhow. I
was stretched enough by then to take him into me and feel real good
about it. I sprawled high up on a pile of saddles, and he really
did give my pussy the pounding of its life! I tried big dogs too.
Lots of speed and drive -- your cunt can go crazy when a great
Dane is vibrating his thing inside you. But then they take so long
to disengage, and there's nothing to do but just lie there with them
waiting for their knot to go down. And there's no afterplay, and
they can't go again soon afterward the way real men can. Some men.
Men are much better partners if they're well-equipped. You can
hold on and steer them where you want them, and set up your
own rhythms for them. I've used dogs to lick me out, they're great
for that. But you're better!"
Then out it came. "Samantha, I maintain a whole stable of well-hung
men now, my regulars, maybe a half-dozen all over town at any one
time, really big men willing to drop everything and come whenever
I call them. The office, here, a nearby motel, a car in a parking
lot, anywhere! I call them pretty often. Some weeks I never do
seem able to get enough."
I tried to swallow, but this time I couldn't!
"I guess I'm a sexual person" She smiled sweetly. What could I
say? "And I bet you're wondering why I bother with you at all, a
woman with my appetites and you for a husband!"
Why didn't I feel more humiliated? Why did she seem to be talking
about someone else?
"Because I love you! The problem has been, how to keep you!
Especially when you eventually found out about my taste in other
men. Or other women. As Bruce told you, I like girls too. I
make love to girls as often as I fuck men. Marcie, my secretary
Maria, other girls at the office, other girls elsewhere altogether.
You don't know most of them. But girls have a special feeling
together that men don't know about and can't share. I feel so
much more intimate with them! We feel very close, me and some
of my girlfriends. I can really feel intensely passionate about a
girl, if she strikes me as just the right kind of girl."
I nodded slowly, reluctantly. God, would it never end?
"While you were away on your sales trip a few weeks ago, I missed
you. More than I've ever missed any of my studs, or any of my
girlfriends. I wanted you the worst way! Not your body, of
course. You! Just to be with you!"
I nodded. Were tears coming into my eyes again? What kind this
time?
"And then it struck me! Like a thunderbolt! A blinding
revelation! I was dumbfounded! I couldn't get any work done all
that day, just turning it over and over and thinking through the
implications! Absolutely marvelous! You know what my idea was?"
I shook my head. I hoped that didn't violate my code of silence.
"That you would make just the right kind of girl!"
I was utterly addled, and just sat there! She saw that I had drawn
a blank.
"Maybe you didn't hear me, lover! Let me say it again. I can get
intensely passionate when a girl strikes me as the right kind of girl!"
I began to understand now where she was going. Tendrils of curly
hair on the back of my neck began to stand on end, or so it seemed.
My crimson mouth opened in astonishment, and my darkened, fringed
eyes opened even wider.
"You're the right kind now, darling! As my partner in life you're
without peer or parallel, you're my dearest love! My only love!
And now that you're a girl? Really and truly a girl -- you proved
that with Bruce, repeatedly! Now that you're my sweet, feminine
darling? You're perfect! Oh, come kiss me right now, my lovely
sweetheart!"
I don't know why I should, I was thinking. Given everything she'd
just confessed! Debbie'd betrayed me! She'd ridiculed me, at
least my physique! She'd deceived me! For years she'd been a
nympho with big cocks but frigid with mine! I was jealous! Wasn't
I?
I stood up, and straightened my dress. She was holding her arms
wide open to me! I didn't know how I'd respond, and it took me a
moment to balance on my dress heels.
But then I moved forward and into those arms. She folded them so
tenderly around me. Still wordless, I kissed her. Some of my
fresh lipstick remained on her upper lip, so I tried to kiss it
away. I nibbled on her lip, then some more! She kissed me back
passionately, and closed on me, held me tight for the rest of her
little speech -- I couldn't have gotten away if I had wanted to.
But I didn't want to. She whispered the rest of it to me
devotedly, adoringly, her eyes wide open and smiling into mine, our
faces almost touching.
"As a man you do nothing for me, Sam. Oh, I've tried. But as you
know only too well now, there's nothing! Before we were married I
hoped I'd feel different afterward, and afterward I hoped my
feelings would change. But there's nothing. There's never been
anything. Neither attraction nor revulsion. Indifference, I'm
afraid. It isn't your fault. That's how I feel about most other
men too."
She paused. Her arms never eased.
"All but two kinds. One is the kind I've collected in my stable,
men hung like horses. Studs with phenomenal endowments, huge
pricks, strong backs, stamina! I can really get off with one
of them over me or under me making me happy. Even just by thinking
about it. Some of them are bigger than Bruce! Can you imagine?"
My face was just in front of hers, and she gave me a peck on the
lips and then another, holding each kiss until I kissed her back. I
realized that with every returned kiss I was sinking irretrievably
into approval of everything she was talking about. Her
infidelities, her sexual appetites, her betrayals. Her rejection
of me as a man. But I couldn't help it! And she knew it. She
kept staring into my eyes to remain aware of my every reaction,
touching her lips to mine all through everything she then said,
prolonging contact until I returned her ardor kiss for kiss. And
despite everything, we both began to grow warm. I reached for one
of her breasts, and held it, and caressed her nipple between my
thumb and forefinger. She sighed and melted a little. "You'll
love yours too, I'm sure," she added. "I know you do already!"
Then she continued, "The other kind of man that turns me on is one
I can control, ... manipulate into doing something that demeans him
in his own eyes. Something humiliating. Psychologically castrating.
Physically too! I love that feeling, the domination, the power.
I've feminized several men already. My own boss is now a woman!
Pussy and all! Men in bed with her and all! And so much happier!"
I couldn't say anything. I nodded.
"And now, look at you, sweetheart! While you were away a month
ago, I realized that if I could turn you into a girl with a certain
feeling for men, with a feeling like mine, I could get very
passionate about you. We could have the happiest marriage
imaginable, souls and bodies joined in a perfect union!"
And she kissed me lovingly again, as if she had conferred on me an
enormous compliment. She had! And I kissed her back the same way,
now accepting her compliment! She seemed to smile her confession
at me now. We were girl to girl, as if we were sharing a piece of
dishy gossip about something she'd done to some other man somewhere
else, someone who needed and deserved it. We were two bisexual
women chatting in an amusedly superior way about a presumptuous and
inadequate former guy named Sam!
"But I knew you'd never agree on your own! Never! Men's egos are
so fragile, they're so afraid to seem effeminate. So I decided to
begin with that tape about cock sucking, to see if I could talk you
into sucking someone's cock. There's nothing more humiliating for
a man, I'm sure! When I'm ready to dump one of my men, I'll often
seduce him into servicing one of my newer men. For the old one
it's a kiss off, just as you'd feared when you left Vita's. For
the new one it's a test of his obedience to me, to see if he'll let
a man blow him if tell him to. The old lover I never see again.
I tell him I can't think of him as a man now that I know he sucks
cock, goodbye. And it's true, I can't, sweetheart. When you
agreed to suck Bruce's cock, way back, that's when you became less
than a man in my eyes! But it didn't matter because by then you
were on your way toward becoming more than a man! To becoming a
girl! Because that was my plan! Because I still love you!"
"Anyhow, my new lover gets rewarded for letting another man suck
him off, in ways he never forgets, I make sure of that. And then
for a while he's my favorite.
"Bruce has been making moves on me for months, and one of his
former girlfriends assured me he's the kind of man I like, so I
decided to test him. Now he'll be my favorite for a while! He
came through this past weekend very satisfactorily. He allowed
the man I'm dumping to suck his cock! And he was willing to give
my new girlfriend her first loving fuck." She looked pleased with
herself. Then she went on.
"Do you understand now why I felt so blissful, so delighted, so
passionate the morning you agreed to become my darling cock sucker?
Because it meant we could stay together! Because it meant you were
on your way, you'd soon become my kind of girl! I had to make love
to you then! I wanted to! I had to reward you for agreeing to do
it. But I also had to assure you and your fragile ego that it
wouldn't matter, that you'd still be a man in my eyes despite your
honoring my little request. Not true at all, but forgivable. I
was overjoyed! Goodbye to my boring husband Sam, whom I could
never again respect as a man. A man who services other men's
penises? And an impassioned welcome to my gorgeous, beautiful,
lovely, glorious girlfriend, my sweet Samantha!"
I realized I actually looked grateful to her when I heard her say
that! There were tears in my eyes! I resented the deception, but
my feelings were altogether at odds with my thoughts!
She knew my thoughts and my feelings! "I didn't want to deceive you
about my sex life any longer. I wanted you to be my lover, my
devoted, soft, beautiful, adoring and adored girlfriend and lover!
My most intimate and beloved lover! You could never be that as a man!
But that's what you are now! My passionate Samantha, free to love me
and be loved by me but also free to satisfy men or be satisfied by
them in any way she takes it into her pretty little head. My men or
her own! Other women too! My complete love!"
With that Debbie stared deep into my eyes as if confirming to
herself that I was indeed now what she had hoped. Satisfied, she
closed her own eyes in rapt concentration. She wriggled her chest
against mine, and the movement disengaged my hand from her breast.
- o - o - o -
End Sucker 10/11
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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