Weddings

Every wedding Emily has been in she's been paired with a really, really cute guy and I've spent the entire evening hoping she fucks him.

Yes, I'm a little strange, but so what.

A steady hand is all it takes...

"Not yet," he told my wife, holding his had steady against her wet pussy.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, looking up at me, meeting my eyes, hunger and desire written all over her face.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, we were just supposed to meet him for a drink. Hell, we were not sure we even wanted to do this, let alone with him.

Yet, here we were, three hours after the first drink, in our living room, alone with him.

Here we were, Rebecca naked but for her bra, her garter belt, her stockings, and her heels. Naked, on her hands and knees, his hand on her.

Here we were, me, naked but her panties; when she tossed them aside he smiled, looked at me, and said in a commanding voice, "put them on."

Here we were, vulnerable, helpless, desperate.

"Please," she begged.

He said nothing, a heart beat, two, ten, twenty. Until finally he spoke. "Now."

He didn't move his hand, not once, he just stood there like a statue while she humped him, rubbed against him, while she fucked his hand.

Sigh

"How many times do I have to tell you, Jenny, if you're going to leave it home alone, you have to place it in chastity."

Good News/Bad News

The good news? She's doing to unlock the cage and let you squirt on her stocking covered feet.

The bad news? You're going to lick up every single drop.*

* Why is that bad news? Because the fantasy of cleaning up your own cum is much different than the reality. The fantasy, before you cum, when you libido is high, sounds wonderful. But after, when you squirt, when your libido crashes? Well, that's when you do it because you were told to, not because you want to.

Sunday Mornings

Abigail liked to send the kids to church with their grandparents on Sunday mornings so she could spend a few hours alone with her husband and not have to worry about how much noise he made.

Training

Remember, ANY sissy can be trained to squirt just by having her pussy ass played with, so there is no need for her to ever cum like a boy ever again.

"Time to go to bed, sissy."

That's the text I just got from Emily.

I usually go to bed when Emily tells me it's time for bed (a small, but significant sign of devotion). I do not have to go to sleep, like a child, I'm allowed to read if I'm not tired.


If Emily is out of town on business, as she is now, she'll often call to tell me it's time to go to bed.

"You can't call," I texted back.

"No, sorry, I'm out."

But sometimes (like tonight), she's out so she'll text instead.

Out? Out with friends. Out with co-workers. Out with someone she met at a conference. Or just out, at a table all alone, seeing what comes her way.