Turnabout Pt. 14A – Fetish – Sex Story

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Turnabout – Part 14A

Four weeks have passed since Marie chose to go out on a “date.” Her first planned date in more than a decade, since her wedding day.

This was no typical dinner and a movie date night, either. While her husband waited at home, she and this other man had sex. We’re talking full contact, raw, unbridled, messy sex. Sex so good that this date lasted throughout the night and well into the following morning.

Shocking, I know. But, then again, if you knew more about the man Marie was married to, you might be more inclined to forgive the adultery. You might even congratulate her for putting her own wants and desires ahead of society’s expectations for absolute monogamy.

It’s not that her husband is a negligent or abusive spouse. Quite the opposite. He has devoted his life to his wife and daughter. You are unlikely to discover a man more loving, caring, and supportive of his family. It is just that Marie’s husband has a handicap. This disability is nothing new. Instead, it’s an affliction that can be traced back to even before entering puberty. As his adolescent body developed into adulthood, his penis failed to follow suit. In other words, the young boy’s little wiener never grew into a man-sized cock.

Now, if you haven’t already guessed, that poor sod happens to be me.

My name is Jeff, and I am the husband mentioned above. The guy Marie married not quite a dozen years ago. But honestly, I don’t want your sympathy. I have a good job, a wonderful wife who is gorgeous both inside and out, and a seven-year-old daughter, Megan. She got her mother’s smarts, is well-liked by all who know her, and has a tight-knit group of friends from diverse backgrounds. How lucky can a guy get?

Yep, that’s me. The guy Marie chose to marry. Handicap and all.

The two of us have what many consider a perfect marriage, and I certainly wouldn’t argue with their assumptions. It is perfect. In every way but one. My skinny four-inch dick can’t stimulate a woman like a full-sized man’s cock could. That doesn’t mean when it comes to having sex, we haven’t done the best with what we’ve got to work with. Long ago, I mastered the oral and digital skills to give my wife the satisfying orgasms she deserves. And from the very beginning, I have ensured that my wife’s pleasure at all times came before my own.

This is where things may become difficult for some to find out. Whether it arose from guilt or purely an interest in giving Marie something more, my mind cooked up what I believed would be the perfect treat for my wife.

For some time now, I have been telling her that I would find out and not hold it against her if she ever felt inclined to have a ‘for old times sake’ roll in the hay with a more well-endowed man. She had a free pass for a fling. How much clearer could it be? But without fail, she at all times dismissed my offer as unnecessary.

Then, one day, without warning, that same wife did a complete turnabout. She and an old high college sweetheart got caught up in reliving past memories. So much so that the former lovers ended up at his hotel reenacting those bygone days.

Marie had told me that she would be meeting “an old high school friend.” How was I supposed to know who that friend was? I assumed she was out with an old female friend. Well, no sooner had she slipped into bed with me when I did a deep dive on her pussy. The thing was, her pussy was extra juicy, and it tasted, well, different. But her arousal was unmistakable, motivating me to keep going. The more I licked and swallowed, the more I liked it. And the longer I slurped up my wife’s copious emissions, the more turned on she seemed to get.

Her excitement over what I was doing, and how eagerly I was going at it, prevented her from coming right out and telling her dirty little secret. As I continued slurping and swallowing, my wife remained silent about one key piece of information. Instead, she chose to wait for close to ten minutes before finally admitting that she had just had sex with the old boyfriend mentioned above. Several more minutes passed before advising that it had been unprotected sex, and she hadn’t cleaned up afterward.

To be clear, before that night, tasting cum was something that had never entered my mind. But by the time Marie finally spilled the beans, I was fully committed to finishing what I’d started. When all was said and done, when I had swallowed the last of that first creampie, I had already begun to thoroughly enjoy the creamy texture and unique flavor of cum mixed with pussy juices. The addition of cum to pussy juices makes for a mouthwatering treat.

Is it any wonder Marie had gotten so turned on? She knew I was swallowing another guy’s cum before I did. And once I knew, but continued anyway, it proved to be a test of my true devotion.

Another aspect I hadn’t considered was when I didn’t protest and instead continued eating that creampie; it demonstrated just how deeply rooted my submissive side truly was.

What happened that night would prove to be a pivotal moment in the structure of our relationship going forward. I had barely finished eating that first creampie when Marie began taking a more dominant stance in our sexual relationship.

From then on, not only was it expected, I was REQUIRED to at all times clean up my mess after fucking.

My wife’s one-nighter also kick-started her libido. Suddenly, our sex life rebounded. We were once again fucking just like when we first started dating.

Then, right as eating my creampies had become an addictive routine, she almost completely cut me off from intercourse altogether and began controlling the frequency of my orgasms. Suddenly being denied my newest delicacy, along with the buildup of cum in my prostate, caused me to go through terrible withdrawal symptoms.

Putting me in compromising and humiliating situations was just one of my wife’s “games” that kept me constantly on edge.

The reminders about my lack of endowment increased in frequency. Tormenting me about how good it will feel when I am finally allowed to cum again. Both kept me horny around the clock. Then Marie would throw in how badly I wanted to taste another creampie…

As I said, various “rules” were instituted. This included having me fitted for and then insisting I wear women’s panties. Another one of those rules was keeping my body completely free of all hair. I had to shave and moisturize daily, from my nose to my toes. Additional rules were being created all of the time.

Every so often Marie would declare that I had committed some simple infraction to her rules. As punishment, she would sit on my face and force me to be her piss pot. Initially, I might have reluctantly tolerated some of these things before ultimately accepting them as part of my new role in our evolving relationship.

But to be honest, I really didn’t mind letting Marie take charge of our bedroom antics.

Back on the night the high college lovers had their meet-up and did the dirty deed; she faced an uncomfortable dilemma; confessing or keeping it a secret. The welcome home reception she received from me made that decision an easy one to make. Admitting to having given in to temptation ultimately proved far less disruptive than she had expected.

Still, even as our sex lives were rebounding, feelings of guilt were slowly eating away at her. Marie had long believed that getting married required committing to a monogamous lifestyle. Little did she know that deep within her still lived smoldering embers hungry for variety. All that had prevented re-ignition had been a lack of fuel. Well, her sexcapade with another man was just the fuel needed to generate an internal warmth she hadn’t felt in many years.

The more Marie tried to put into perspective the nagging guilt she felt for committing this transgression – and the pleasure she experienced from it – the more she realized that the makings of this fire had been there since her wedding day. Reminding herself of her vow and knowing it was wrong to have these lusty feelings, she became obsessed with dousing the fire once and for all. Ridding herself of the guilt would require doing something radical.

Keeping any of this to herself had gone poorly. Telling herself, and, in a roundabout way, me, that she would never have crossed that line of having outsider sex had it been just any man. No, she blamed it on the old boyfriend, saying that there must have been lingering unfinished company between the two of them. Marie was sure that had to be what got her to go against her self-imposed desire to remain monogamous. And now that the guy had returned home to his wife and kids, there was no longer a threat of any further missteps.

At least, that is what Marie was saying out loud. Internally, however, she still felt a lingering urge to go stepping out again. And she remained unsettled by it. After an entire month of wrestling with how a married woman should behave versus the tug to have another fling, she settled on a solution to resolve this once and for all.

Without any advanced warning or discussion, Marie announced that she had made a decision. She said she would allow herself, just once, to be picked up by a random guy, a stranger, for the sole purpose of having non-committal sex with him. She said that she needed to prove to herself and to me that these urges for having extra-marital sex were, if not entirely out of her system, they were controllable. According to her, having sex without emotional attachment would surely prove to be unsatisfying and establish that she had no further need for sex from outsiders.

Well, as you can imagine, just the opposite occurred. It turns out that my wife’s special reunion had not only reignited a fire deep within her but having sex with a total stranger caused those flames to grow even higher. Emotional attachment or not, Marie’s sex drive soared. An out-of-control raging

inferno of lust for raunchy sex was now consuming her. And doing so with far more intensity than anything she’d felt before. Guilt didn’t stand a chance against it.

Since their first date, Marie and Jason have been on a good number of additional dates. In just one month, they have been getting together at least once a week. And while that is way more than I had ever anticipated, each time, I am just as excited for my wife and what she will be doing. All because she will be getting fucked – properly fucked. Even if it is at the hands of another man.

It’s been a challenge at times. But Marie and I have done our darnedest to keep our young daughter in the dark about her mother’s new extracurricular activities.

It’s worth noting that Marie has yet to make an official decision about whether she was gonna swear off having sex with any additional men or not. And I haven’t pressed her on the subject. So far, Jason has satisfied all her needs. He treats her well and at all times sends her home satisfied and happy. So why upset the apple cart?

What remains a mystery is what will happen in another month and a half. According to Marie, Jason is a sub-contractor only working in our area until the end of the year. That’s when he and his fellow crew members head off to some other part of the country to start a new contract.

In the meantime, I have been the recipient of many a creampie. A habit developed following Marie’s initial hook-up with her old boyfriend. And Jason’s creampies have consistently been, without question, glorious, juicy, and of the tastiest cum imaginable. (Sometimes, I wonder if Jason knows about my addiction to eating his creampies.)

Speaking of cum, this addiction to it has only increased. In the time that’s followed, I have been in cum heaven. Hardly a day has passed when cum hasn’t passed through my lips and coated my throat.

Let me explain.

Ever since my wife’s first date with Jason, Marie has created it a point to keep me fed with cum. If I haven’t been sucking and swallowing Jason’s cum from her pussy, then it’s been my cum that I’ve eaten.

Straight-up cum! No added pussy juice. And guess what? It tastes almost as good as eating creampies. Who knew?

She even makes games out of it. Usually, I am sighted, while other times, to enhance the experience, I am blindfolded. (A thick, stretchy headband works great as a blindfold.)

Apart from Jason’s creampies, Marie might suck and tease my dick off and on (also known as ‘edging’) for tortuously long periods, all to ensure that I would produce more semen than would be likely from a quick orgasm. When she finally grants permission to orgasm, and after I’ve filled her mouth to overflowing, she snowballs me, feeding me with my starchy, salty cum.

Other times Marie has had me straddle her and masturbate as she tells me about having sex with Jason and his big cock. She really enjoyed watching as I excitedly beat off until I shot my wad onto her chest. What she loves even more is seeing me eagerly lick my cum up again. All the time showing her my cum on my tongue before swallowing. After I’d cleaned her of every drop, we would kiss so she could taste my cum on my lips and tongue, only to tell me that Jason’s cum tastes much better.

Through our many years together, explorations into our numerous fetishes and kinky fantasies had already revealed shared interests in role-playing, nudism, and exhibitionism. Later, water sports and golden showers, adult diaper-play, and male pantie wearing were added to that list. That list recently grew to include cum play, making and eating creampies, and, of course, cuckolding.

However, somewhere along the way, even before becoming my wife’s cuck, one peculiar personality trait of mine revealed itself. We discovered that I derive intense pleasure from being humiliated.

Though I may appear to be trying to prevent it, I actually relish being placed in situations where humiliation will ensue.

The discovery of this odd personality trait of mine exposed one of Marie’s: an innate ability to scheme and initiate humiliating situations for me to endure. Knowing she has once again gotten the better of me became her own aphrodisiac.

She also often makes it a point of taking pictures or videos of me humiliating myself.

I never know when the mood will strike. It doesn’t matter when or where, except it’s often when we are out in a semi-public setting. Marie might simply tell me to take out my dick and masturbate. The chance that I might be seen is a real possibility. Still, I do as ordered.

With no preliminaries and without any assistance from her, I must play with myself until I get an erection. (The prospect that I might be caught in this humiliating state at all times gets me hard in no time.) Under her supervised glare, I must beat my little sausage and then catch my ejaculation in the cupped palm of my free hand. The final insult, as at all times, is to lick the cum from my hand, making a show of it by moaning deeply and smacking my lips. All while my wilting dick is still hanging out of my fly.

So far, no one has SEEN me. But we are pretty sure I was heard on several occasions.

Another one of Marie’s many rules is that, when eating cum, I must only swallow small amounts at a time to make the meal last as long as feasible.

In preparation for that first date, Marie did something she had never done before: she shaved off all of her pubic hair. As soon as I saw the results, I fell in love with the look, and so did she. From that day on, it became a part of her new grooming standard. However, for weeks my only contact with her now bald pussy was with my mouth and fingers. That’s not counting the razor I use daily to maintain that smooth, clean look. So for someone who had never fucked shaved pussy it was a fantastic treat the day I was finally allowed to do so. And now that I was just as hair-free, we were pubic bone to pubic bone. I loved it! I didn’t come close to lasting my usual two to three minutes. In less than a minute, I was shooting off.

Naturally, this meant eating my self-made creampie. It was good but not as good or as filling as Jason’s. Maybe it has something to do with the drop in my libido following an orgasm. But eating my creampies end-up being less satisfying than the exquisite enjoyment I get eating one made by someone else.

Anyway, just once, as a very special treat, as soon as my wife got home from a date, she said she wanted to fuck some more. I was already hard in anticipation of feasting on Jason’s creampie. But hearing that had me out of my panties and on top of my wife in a flash. Her pussy was still full of Jason’s cum as I slid my boner in.

O M G!!! Marie’s pussy was so open and relaxed. All I felt was my erection bathing in another man’s cum. The sensation was unbelievable!

Marie taunted me by reminding me how much smaller my dick was than her lover’s. Then telling me how depraved she wondered I was for enjoying myself while fucking my wife as the evidence of her extra-marital affair was still inside her. It was true. I was unbelievably excited to be fucking my wife while her unfaithful cunt was full of her lover’s cum. It was also ultra humiliating. And that only deepened my enjoyment of it all. None of which I could hide.

Needless to say, between that glorious slick gel, my wife’s snide remarks, and the humiliation of it all, overwhelmed my emotions. The only reason I didn’t orgasm instantly was due to the almost total lack of friction. In fact, I lasted much longer than usual. God! Fucking a cum filled cunt is absolutely unbeatable. And I enjoyed every precious second of building pleasure until I finally released jet after jet of orgasmic juices. Adding my own spunk to what her lover had already deposited was another divine revelation. That my cum was mixing with the cum of another man sent chills through me.

Marie was right. It was an undeniable act of depravity for a husband to fuck his wife moments after she had been fucked by another man. Utterly perverse for him to delight in the knowledge his erection was coated with another man’s semen. Making him an indisputable deviant for wanting his semen to mix with another man’s. All within his wife’s adulteress cunt.

Oh well. I am what I am. But what an incredibly kinky creampie that was to eat!

So, by this point, not a single day had passed without getting some cum into my belly. Whenever I wasn’t swallowing Jason’s semen, it was my own. And I had no objection to any of it. For me, drinking cum had become almost as enjoyable as making it.

As stated before, Marie has been setting an ever-expanding list of “rules” for me to abide by. One of which is that she still has total control over my orgasms. That part hasn’t changed. But ever since hooking up with Jason, one way or another, Marie has created sure that I get at least one daily dose of cum.

On another note, within days of Marie’s first date with Jason, our neighbors, both behind and alongside, followed through with their pledge to donate to me the training bras that were no longer useful to them. (This was after I had been drawn out into our backyard and seen wearing only ladies’ panties.) To them, I’m sure, it was intended as a joke. Oh, if they only knew?

When first presented with them – more than a dozen altogether – trying on these bras seemed like it would be a fun, private little game between Marie and me. I had once read an article about men who like to wear women’s lingerie. It stated that for most, putting on and wearing a bra was what really brought about feelings of sexiness.

There was one issue. These bras were never intended to go around an adult male’s rib cage. Try as I might, bra after bra could not stretch around my chest. But by then, my curiosity about what wearing a bra might feel like caused me to keep trying to discover one with enough stretch to fit around me.

Anyway, I was down to trying

on the very last one and feeling doomed to disappointment. Son of a gun, I was just able to squeeze into it. Just barely.

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