Giving Her My Orgasms
PART 1
My husband decided a while ago that I no longer needed orgasms. He said that I would be a much better wife if I didn’t spend my time thinking about my own selfish pleasure. This would allow me to focus solely on his pleasure and his needs. I love my husband very much and I know that he has always known what’s been best for me. Once he makes a decision, I abide by it in order to honor him as my husband and his rightful place as the head of the family.

John leaves me a daily list of tasks to complete before he gets home from work. Edging the 3 hours before he gets home from work is always last on the list. He says that a good wife is always ready to be used by her husband if he felt like using her. When he arrived home, I was to be in position, which was on the floor of our entrance way, naked, head touching the floor, ass in the air facing the door. My Husband’s daily view after a long day of work is 2 of his wife’s waiting holes. He always slides 2 fingers into my pussy to make sure it’s properly wet. I lick his fingers clean. Last night, after his inspection of my pussy, John, said he had something to tell me and didn’t want me interrupting him and the best way for that to happen is for my mouth to be full of cock. So I got on my knees in front of him, undid his pants, and took his growing cock into my mouth. He handed me a vibrator and told me I could hold it on my clit while I blew him. He never allowed me to experience any kind of pleasure during blow jobs because he said that took my focus off of what was really important, which of course, was his pleasure. I was very confused but I wasn’t about to question him. After all, he is the man of the house. John watched as I sucked his cock and held the vibrator on my clit. He knew I was enjoying the sensations and I could tell it pleased him as a hint of a smile painted his face. John continued watching me and told me that he was going to be bringing home one of the new farm girls from work tomorrow and that I needed to prepare a special dinner for them. Her name was Aubrey and she was 22. I continued sucking his cock but was very confused. He went on to say that he would be fucking Aubrey after dinner in our bed and instructed me to make sure the sheets were clean. I started to take his cock out of my mouth to protest but he grabbed my head with both of his hands and forced his cock down the back of my throat and held it there. He told me to turn the vibe to the highest setting and to make sure it was pressed firmly against my clit. I complied.

He then began slowly fucking my mouth again. He told me that Aubrey was younger, thinner, and sexier than I was and he was sure her pussy would be good and tight, not used up and loose like mine. I started moaning with his cock in my mouth. He ordered me to remove the vibe from my clit. He said that I was pathetic for getting turned on over the thought of him fucking another woman, especially one so obviously superior to me. He began to speed up his rhythm before ordering me to the bedroom where I was instructed to get on my back. He took the vibe and put it back on my clit while fucking my pussy with 2 of his fingers. I was dripping. He removed his fingers and said he was happy I was so aroused and then slid his cock in my pussy. I moaned loudly. He felt so good inside me, but before I realized what was happening, he had removed his cock from my pussy and had slid it in my ass. He said that he was only using my pussy for lube. He lowered himself onto me so that he was able to kiss me. He told me that from now on, he would only be fucking my ass and mouth because his Aubrey is the only one who got to have cock in her pussy. His thrusts became stronger as his words were causing both of us to become more and more aroused. John said that he was going to allow me to have one final orgasm tonight but after tonight, all of my orgasms belonged to Aubrey. That was enough to push us both over the edge. John caressed my face as we both came down from our climaxes. He lovingly kissed me and told me he loved me. On his way to the bathrooom to clean up, John turned to look at me and said, “Be sure to make Aubrey feel welcome tomorrow night.”









