For three days his wife had been quiet, cold, and distant, the tension in the air so thick it could be cut with a knife. He blamed himself, and his fetishes that he was too embarrassed to admit, even to his wife. So instead he kept them locked inside, a hidden secret from her, indulging them only virtually on the internet with porn, erotic stories, and adult blogs.
But that all changed three days ago when his wife said, "Baby, can I use your phone for a minute? I need to call the office but I left my phone at my mom's house."
His heart nearly stopped. It was his nightmare scenario. But unable to quickly come up with a reason why not he handed her his phone and said, "Sure."
The seconds passed like days as he overheard his wife's conversation, desperately hoping it would quickly end and she'd hand his phone back without incident. But, just after ending her call he saw her glance back at his phone, a curious look on her face.
"What are these alerts?," she asked. "Who is this??"
Suddenly he felt queasy. It had to be alerts of posts made on one of the many adult blogs he followed. As calmly as possible he replied, "Alerts? I'm not sure. I'm sure they're not important though, I'll check them out when you're done."
Her eyes widened and were locked on to his phone. "What are these for?? Are these people you know??" His wife was now not only becoming visibly upset but was also now storming toward their bedroom.
"Baby, I'm not looking at them so I don't know what you're talking about. I'll check them out later."
Her eyes locked on to his, and with a blend of anger and hurt in them she spat, "I can't believe this!" Seconds later she disappeared in to their bedroom, his phone still in her hand, locking the door behind her.
She did not reappear for more than three hours. By then she had browsed all through his phone. His web history. The blogs that he followed. The images and videos he had saved to his device. Everything he had tried so hard to conceal from her was now suddenly revealed and out in the open.
When she finally emerged the words that ensued were charged with emotion, confusion and anger. His wife had not only been shocked by what she saw but also devastated because of feeling she had been a failure as a wife.
No amount of talking or trying to explain was helping, and ultimately there was nothing he could do but give her the time and space she needed to sort things out in her mind.
He felt crushed, devastated by what his secrets had done to her. And the worst part was that the reality was their sex life was fantastic. His wife was gorgeous and sensual, her sex drive was every bit as strong as his, and the pleasure she gave him was amazing.
It's just that he had other tastes that were.... different. Tastes that were not conventional for most men and because of that he never uttered a word of them to her.
Now finally after the three most awkward, stressful days of their marriage he was shocked when out of the blue his wife approached him and settled on to his lap. Stunned and feeling on pins and needles at what she might say, he remained silent.
After her hips settled down on to his lap, in a calm voice she explained, "Baby, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I admit, at first I was shocked and a little freaked out about what I saw, but I think I over reacted. I just didn't know about.... any of this. I thought I was making you happy, I thought I was giving you what you wanted...."
Finally he interrupted. "Baby, you are! And you do! Everything is amazing with you, I promise!"
"Shhhhh," she hushed him, stroking his face. "Don't talk. I understand now honey, really I do. All of those times when I would wake you up by softly stroking your cock until you came... or giving you long, soft blowjobs until I swallowed every last drop... or when I'd use my soft, tight pussy to milk you dry... baby, I thought that's what you wanted... I thought you liked those things."
Incredulously he interjected, "I do! My god, I love those things!"
Looking at him sternly she repeated, "I said, don't talk. Right now I talk, and you listen. If you understand, nod your head."
Feeling as if he'd just been scolded like a child, he sheepishly nodded.
"Good. I guess I'd heard of this whole teasing and denial thing before, edging, chastity, all of those things, but I'd never paid much attention to them. I definitely had no idea that's what you were in to. But I guess, you're really in to these things... like... alot, hmm? So anyway, I've had time to think. Time to learn all about those things. Time to think about what's best for "us" so I've made some decisions."
His heart was pounding and he felt like he could barely breathe. He had no idea what she was about to say but was preparing himself for the worst.
To his surprise, she smiled and soothingly stroked his face. "Honey, relax. Yes, there's going to be changes, but it'll be fine. I promise."
He nodded, remaining quiet as he tried to calm his jangled nerves.
"So, I've decided, we're going to do all of those things. Starting now. Honey, you've had the last orgasm you'll ever have that wasn't approved by me. There will be no more for you. Ever. Only if I say you can. And to be clear, this isn't something that we're going to talk about and discuss. This isn't something we're going to try for a week to see how it goes. This is simply how it's going to be for you from now on. Understand?"
His mouth fell open in disbelief, but before he could utter a sound he felt his wife place her fingertip on his lips. "No talking, just listen," she instructed.
"All I want is to see you nod your head that you understand and accept all of this. So sweetie, go on. Nod your head. Show me that you understand and accept that beginning right now the only one who can decide when... how... and if... you are allowed to cum... is me."
Suddenly he felt so dizzy and lightheaded it seemed as if the room was spinning. Still, somehow he managed to nod.
"Mmmm," she purred seductively. "Good boy."
Her arms wound around him as she sat up a bit higher, her hands pulling his face down in to the softness of her warm, perfumed cleavage. Her voice purred, "I'm so sorry honey, all this time I thought that orgasms.... and pleasure... would make you happy, but now I understand. So I promise, that's all behind you now. Now that I know that it's denial and frustration that you really want... sweetheart, that's exactly what you're going to get."
"Oh god, baby.... p-please, wait. Hold on," he pleaded.
"Shhhh, we're not talking about this. I've already decided," she murmured. She tugged his head back slightly, just enough so that he could watch as she slowly lowered the straps of her top, freeing her breasts that he absolutely adored.
Circling her nipples teasingly she added, "Oh, and baby? These are now officially off limits to you. You can look at them... and think about how much you used to love having them in your mouth... but you can't have them anymore. No more touching, no more kissing, no more sucking. Not unless I say. Now, nod your head for me again honey so I know you understand."
This time when he nodded he couldn't help but let out a soft whimper which made his wife chuckle. And now with her pussy gently grinding in his lap, rubbing and teasing along the length of his confined cock, she cooed, "And of course it goes without saying, my soft... sweet... creamy pussy, that's definitely off limits to you too now baby. You can't have that any more either, not unless I say."
She smirked at the look of anguish and disbelief on his face, then innocently teased, "Understand? Do I need to tell you again what to do now, honey? Or can you figure it out all on your own this time."
With his face turning red and looking as if he were about to cry, he nodded his head.
With a wicked, taunting laugh she teased, "Aww, look at you, I think you're getting the hang of this. What about me? Hmm? Do you think I'm getting the hang of this too?"
"My god," he groaned, his voice shaking. "Yes, but......"
"Shhh, hush baby. Don't look so worried. All I'm doing is giving you exactly what you want. I just feel so bad that it took me this long. All this time, making you cum so many times, when what you really wanted was..... not cumming."
"Baby nooo! You don't understand, please listen to me, I'm begging you."
Laughing wickedly, she teased, "Oh honey, you might think you're begging me, but you have no idea what begging really is. You're going to though, I promise you that."
Rising off of his lap and standing up she extended her hand. "Give me your hand, baby. Come with me. Let me show you. Let me help you understand what it really feels like to beg."
"Oh my god....," he whimpered when they reached the doorway, realizing that four leather restraints were now secured to each corner of their bed.
"I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to understand what it is that you really wanted, but now that I do.... I promise that I'm going to make it up to you," she apologized.
"Baby please?? Can't we talk about this? Please??," he begged.
"Oh honey, of course we can," she assured him.
"Thank god," he exhaled in relief. "Thank you so much."
In a tone of voice so wicked it made him shudder she added, "You're going to have to lie down on the bed and spread your arms and legs for me though, because first I want to show you how much better of a wife I'm going to be for you. Then, once you start to understand how different things are going to be for you.... then baby, we can talk."
