A Useful Husband

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    I'm writing a femdom story. Here is the first chapter:

    !. MEETING

    I knew Jenny a long time before we met. Or should I say I knew a lot about her while she was completely unaware of my existence. She had a lot of admirers and she was never short of male company. I was an insignificant, nerdish undergraduate whereas she was already on her masters degree. A mere meteor circling it’s star with a chance of collision close to zero. When it happened I was taken aback, clumsy, unprepared.

    It was in the cafeteria: I was sitting alone as usual. I had no friends unless you count Tim my roommate but our main point in common was having no friends. Jenny was surrounded by several hunky, sporty types but then suddenly she was there asking: “is this anyone’s place, can I sit here?”

    “Yes, I mean no” I spluttered

    “Well which is it yes or no?”. She sat down across from me anyway.

    “I mean why did you change tables?”

    “So you noticed me then”

    “Well yes, kind of. A little bit”

    “Which bit?” I gulped, tongue-tied. “Its ok, just joking.They’re such jerks those guys. All they think about is cock and pussy. You’re not like that are you?”

    “Me? No, not at all”

    “Are you gay then?”

    “No, but my roommate is”
     
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    “That’s bad luck, for him I mean.You are kinda cute” I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment so I stayed silent “do you have a girlfriend?”

    “Not really” I blushed

    “Not really? You can’t have half a girlfriend…unless you’re Jack the Ripper”

    “No, I’m not…”

    “Why do you take everything so seriously? Do you want to be my valentine?”

    “Valentine?”

    “It is February 14th you know. You could take me out for dinner this evening”

    “Dinner?”

    “Yes, and then we walk by the river and kiss under the stars”

    “Kiss?”

    “Why do you keep repeating what I say? What’s wrong with you?”

    “I feel faint..”

    “Oh Lordy, what have I landed myself? Not just a wallflower but a wilting violet.Here take a swig of this” she handed me a flask of something strong “…that looks better, you did go quite pale. So do I have a date or not?”

    “Yes, what time, what place?”

    “I’ll organise everything. Do you have any money,’cos I’m all out”
     
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    “Yes, of course” I was skint too but I would beg, borrow or steal for a date like this. I was over the moon; I gave her my number.

    “I’ll call you later. What’s your name by the way?”

    “Pete, I mean Peter” trying to sound more dignified.

    “Well, I hope you find some stamina and don’t peter out on me this evening”

    “I will, I mean I won’t”

    “Don’t you want to know my name?”

    “Yes please Jenny, what’s your…” fortunately she laughed at my idiocy.

    “Have you been stalking me?”

    “Stalking?” I had been but I would certainly not admit it. Once I even followed her home.

    “Yes you know, follow me.To find out where I lived.That would be creepy”

    “Oh no, nothing like that but you do stand out somewhat”

    “Since when ‘have I stood out’?”

    “Oh about two years, four months…and, er, two weeks”

    “Well, that’s precise. I have to run. See you later and don’t flake out on me this is important”

    As if. How can I be ‘important’ to her? What had I done to deserve this? Better not go down the road of self-doubt now. Just accept it; my luck had changed.

    I splashed out on a restaurant I couldn’t afford and we had a perfect evening: a sumptuous valentine dinner, a walk holding
     
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    hands and even a kiss under a full moon. Jenny was so affectionate, everyone thought we were lovers. I had to keep adjusting my permanent erection, so it didn’t show. Discreetly, or so I thought.

    “Stop playing with yourself, it’s embarrassing. If you behave, you might get lucky later”

    When we reached her door she said “you will come in now…for coffee, I mean” it wasn’t a question, not that I would have refused.

    “Go take a shower while I prepare the drinks”

    It was hard to believe that I was about to reach the inner sanctum, the honeypot of my desires; I was so excited and nervous. Would I be able to perform?

    “Jenny, I can’t find my clothes”

    “Wear the bathrobe, you will be more at ease” (how I wished to be at ease) “here’s your coffee and a ‘digestif’”

    “Delicious, what is it?”

    “Grand Marnier. A present from an admirer”

    The alcohol boosted my confidence: “so you use a gift from a previous lover to seduce the next”

    “What makes you think you’ll be my lover” was the cold reply.

    “Well I…I’m sorry for being presumptuous. I sort of assumed..”

    I’d made a blunder.

    “When it comes to me or us, never make assumptions. As the saying goes: ‘better remain silent and be thought a fool than speak and remove all doubt’. Here, have some chocolate with your coffee”
     
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    “Green and Blacks, my favourite” I pronounced, trying to gain some credibility.

    “Quite appropriate really”

    “How so?”

    “You’re as green and callow as fresh-sawn willow, though not the weeping kind, I hope. As for me, black is my favourite colour and I’m interested in…never mind, you’ll find out if you stick around”. I decided to not prove my foolishness by asking for clarification.

    “Take off your bathrobe”

    “But I’ll be naked”

    “Astute deduction,Peter. Rumours of your high intelligence prove correct. Do I need to repeat myself?”

    I complied.It was so embarrassing but what could I do?

    “Why are you hiding your genitals? Put your hands behind you. Is that erection permanent, do you have priapism?”

    “No, I don’t think so. It’s just..”

    “Ok, it’s just that you’re pleased to see me.I propose that you see a lot more of me. How are you cunnilingus skills?”

    “Cunning what?”

    “Not just green, a complete beginner. How old are you?”

    “Twenty-two”

    “Right, I have ten years experience. You’ll be my apprentice and we’ll start now. Kneel down here”

    In one swift movement she lifted her skirt, grabbed my hair and pulled my face between her legs.
     
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    “Use your tongue to make me come.If you can give me an orgasm you’ll be rewarded” The sudden novel intimacy was exciting but I was a floundering newbie and she soon pushed me away. “You’re in need of training but I don’t have time right now.Come here, sit on the bed and lie back”. She started stroking me, it felt so good. “How often do you masturbate?”

    “I don’t..”

    “Do you take me for an idiot? All men do it, or 99%.Do you want to be one of the 1% of freaks that don’t?” That did not sound like something I wanted to be.

    I felt sudden intense heat in my groin. What was she doing? It wasn’t heat but an ice-pack that she’d applied to shrivel my boy-bits. She then nimbly encased my cock in a metal device.

    “Damn, should have got the mini size”

    “What’s that thing?”

    “It’s a cock cage, no more wanking for you. From now on I’m your mistress and key-holder. I decide when you’ll be released”

    “When will that be?”

    “At first I’ll check for chafing every day. As for ejaculations, it’ll be me that decides. And don’t get any ideas about fucking me. This whole exercise is to make those jerks jealous. I want to see them fighting for every little privilege. The winning suitor will pay a high price, I’ll have him licking my feet and sucking my toes even if I have to force him”

    I stopped myself just in time from offering to suck her beautiful toes without the need for force. I realised that I was just a bit player and she would have seen my offer as irrelevant in her game-plan.Did I consider backing out at this point? No way! My perfect woman had allowed me contact with the most
     
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    intimate part of her. Not with the organ I had hoped for but with the promise of more practice, I was not about to complain.

    I had no idea where this would lead but I was as eager and scared to find out in equal measure.
     
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    Well that first date was memorable!!!
     
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    Great start!
     
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    2. Marriage


    I was thinking ‘this is the best day of my life’; I had just married the most beautiful woman I had ever known. She is intelligent, funny, confident, talented, creative…

    I accepted without hesitation when she proposed to me. Then she imposed conditions: it would be a wife-led-marriage and her decisions would final. She also demanded a period of three months in chastity. When I looked dubious, she explained: “think of yourself as a knight on a quest, proving his worth to win his queen; three months may seem a long time now but it’s a small sacrifice for a lifetime of bliss”. As usual she convinced me.


    She carried on as before with her boyfriend, Doug, but when I objected she said: “oh but chastity is for the man,I don’t need to prove anything” and that was that. Jen’s father had died when she was a child, so Doug had taken his place for the ceremony. Quite appropriate really, he was literally giving her away to me! I looked up and there they were dancing together; but from today I would be Jen’s lover and companion. I had won first prize…


    “She’s a right stunner, ain’t she” a rough voice rudely interrupted my reverie.


    “What? What are you talking about?”


    “The bride of course, bet you’d like to be the one bedding ‘er tonight. Them’s a well-matched couple, if you ask me.” I was about tell the oik that he hadn’t been asked but my curiosity stopped me. If he thought Doug was the groom, how many others thought so too? “Look ‘ow they can’t keep their ‘ands off of each uvver. Know somefink? She’s not a virgin.” Being aware of Jen’s active sex life, I almost burst out laughing. “Wanna know a secret? Saw ‘em coming out of the cleaners’ cupboard. All tousled, red-faced and breathless, they was. And right sheepish when they saw me”


    “When was this?”


    “Today, at the church.Not really a cupboard, it’s a disinfected chapel where the cleaning stuff is kept”


    “I think you mean disaffected”


    “That’s what I said, it means there’s no more holy spirits in there. Replaced ‘em with uvver spirits, we ‘ave. Get my meaning?”


    “We?”


    “Church warden I am. ‘Ave been for years, since the wife died, God bless ‘er.”


    “So you saw the wedding ceremony?”


    “Nah, seen one, seen ‘em all” as if talking about porn films, “I just come for the bubbly and lovely grub” he boasted, taking a gulp from his champagne glass.


    “So you’re a freeloader.I bet you don’t even have an invitation”


    “Now ‘ang on young man, no need to get uppity with me. Where’s your invite? Go on, show me. See, you ain’t got one neither” of course I didn’t have one and couldn’t even tell him why “quite ‘appy you was to get an eyeful of the bride, bet you don’t even know ‘er”


    I decided to move away from the tiresome pest before an indiscretion from me added embarrassment to humiliation. But maybe he was right, maybe I didn’t know Jenny well enough. We had met each other just a month before she sprung a surprise on me. I was head-over-heels in love but was completely taken aback when she declared: “I think you would make a good husband”. I couldn’t believe it and like a fool asked: “for you?” “Yes, who else did you have in mind?” “Nobody, it’s just that I…what about Doug?” “I don’t think he’s looking for a husband; he’s a bit of a homophobe” “No I mean…” “It’s ok, just joking. Now let’s do this properly, I want you down on bended knee. I even have a ring” “Shouldn’t it be me supplying the…wow, that’s beautiful” “Yes, it’s a family heirloom, a gift from my gran. You don’t have a bean, how could you afford anything like this?” “I’ll have my degree soon and get a good job and then you can have everything you want and…” “I do have expensive tastes but I’m sure you’ll be the perfect provider”. I would soon find out what she meant.


    “Ah Peter, there you are. Why are you hiding behind the bushes? I had such good fun”


    “Yes I saw you. I’m sorry not to be a dancer”


    “Don’t worry, you have other much appreciated skills. It’s time to go now, but there’s a little hitch: the chauffeur has sprained his ankle so Doug has offered to drive us”


    “Is that wise?”


    “Yes, why not? He’s really helped out a lot today. Show some gratitude” Gratitude? He’s been helping himself too, I wanted to say.


    Doug had donned the chauffeur’s cap and held open the rear door for us. As I got in, I saw his mocking expression and realised how much he was enjoying his new role.


    “I don’t want no ‘anky-panky back there in my smart motor” he announced, adopting the regional accent “cleaned it top to bottom to make it spick ’n span seein’ ‘ow I was carryin’ very special persons today”. He adjusted the rear view mirror and leered at Jenny like a lascivious lout.


    “Eyes on the road driver and don’t spare the horses” she commanded imperiously, taking my hand in hers


    “Yes ma’am, anything you say ma’am”


    “Couldn’t we close the dividing window?”


    “No, I’m enjoying the banter”. Kissing and cuddling in the back with Jenny felt so good. We’d not been alone much of the last week. I was enjoying stroking her lovely legs when I discovered she had no knickers. Knowing Jenny, this was not forgetfulness but strategy. Doug kept peering in the mirror but I didn’t care; at last she was mine. She whispered “you’re getting me all excited, I don’t know if I can wait till tonight”


    “You young’uns looking forward to the ‘oneymoon then, that there ‘otel must’ve cost a pretty penny, mister. Bet she’s a good’un in bed, your wife”


    This was too much even for Jenny and she shut the window and pulled down the blinds. Soon after we took the slip-road for a service station.


    “Half-way pee-stop for love-birds” announced Doug in his normal voice. It seemed the game was over.
     
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    continued: Coming out of the toilet, I did a double take; before me under a tree with pink blossom, was a seemingly newly-wed couple kissing. And what a pair! Drawing closer, I saw it was Jenny and Doug. He called out: “ Hey Peter, what’s the name of this beautiful tree?”. “Judas” I replied.


    “Why do you say that? I’m the one who is losing out…oh, you mean the tree, it’s a Judas tree, of course” he was trying to laugh off his mistake. It was the first and only time I saw Doug lose countenance. “Peter, you drive. My eyes are tired and I forgot my glasses”


    “But I don’t know this car” I objected “you’ll have to sit in front”


    “It’s easy, automatic, intuitive. We can’t leave your wife alone on her wedding day” he replied popping the hat on my head and climbing in the back next to Jenny.


    At first I concentrated on the driving, then relaxed and enjoyed the beautiful machine. It was sometime before I noticed noises-off. I couldn’t see anything but my ears were telling me what was going on. I should have stopped them but kept making excuses for inaction: I didn’t want spoil a wonderful day; as Jenny’s lover he was asserting his right until I took over; and what could I do about this iron-hard rod between my legs. Jenny had removed my cock-cage that morning saying: “you’ll be too busy to have time for any naughtiness”. I feigned ignorance and drove on.


    “Go round the block one more time” ordered Jenny as we approached the resort. When I heard cries of ecstasy, I could pretend no more.


    At the hotel Jenny swanned in giving the order: “Peter dear, deal with the luggage while I check in” How could she need so much stuff for one week? The porter took charge at the door and I parked the car. I asked for the room number at the desk but was told:


    “Sorry sir, only guests are allowed upstairs. Mr and Mrs Baker have already gone up”


    Despite the excruciating embarrassment, I blurted out: “ But I am Mr Baker” “Can I see ID…but here it says Mr Peter Timson” “I know but I’ve just married” “Congratulations sir. Where is your wife?” “In our room. Jenny, Mrs Baker”. He looked at me as if I was a deranged simpleton. “Wait, I’ll call the room….she says you can go up”. There was a mirror in the lift; I was still wearing the driver’s cap.


    They were already soaking in the tub, cocktails in hand: “Come and scrub me Peter, your magic touch will energise me. Strip off first, we don’t want your fancy suit messed up”


    I undressed in the bedroom and wrapped a towel round me. I loved washing Jenny but today was special: I was doing it for myself instead of for her lover.After doing a thorough job, she offered my services to Doug.


    “Ok, but just my back” he said much to my relief. As he moved to sit on the side of the bath I glimpsed his cock, long, fat and still flaccid; what would it be like erect? “Wow, I could get used to this. Is he always so obedient?”


    “He will be by the time I’ve finished but he’s still in training. Also today he doesn’t want to risk forfeiting his chance at the honey-pot”. Laughing, they got out of the bath. “Your turn to wash, Peter, while we say goodbye”


    While enjoying the warm soapy water, I noticed things had gone quiet in the bedroom and I’d not heard Doug leave. I crept over to the door and peering round, saw them naked on the bed. Jenny had a particular way of saying goodbye. He was giving her long slow strokes with his huge cock. I thought “stop that, she’s mine now” but was frozen in place. Why did I have a hard-on? Deciding that discretion was the better part of valour, I returned to the bath and started playing with my erection. Can’t do any harm as long as I don’t come, I thought. I could hear the strokes getting faster and I matched their rhythm. By the time I heard their cries of ecstasy, it was to late, I shot my load too and what a load! I reasoned it was better to have a release now so I could last longer later. Reflecting that I would be getting ‘sloppy seconds’ for our first time, I towelled myself dry.Beggars can’t be choosers, I decided and returned to the bedroom in a bathrobe.


    Doug was dressed and they were kissing goodbye: “Doug is leaving. Come and thank him”


    “Thank him?”


    “Yes, you should grateful for him keeping me happy during your period of chastity, for the role he played at the ceremony, for lending us the car and driving us here”. I wanted to add sarcastically: ‘and for fucking my wife three times on our wedding day’ but then contained my peevishness. After all I was not supposed to know about the first, to have heard the second or to have seen the third. I felt a wave of humiliation as I conceded half-heartedly: “Thanks Doug for your help”


    “Anytime. Your wife’s an amazing woman. I hope you have what it takes to make her happy” as if he was sure I didn’t. I was left speechless. Jen took him to the lift.


    “What did he mean? He hasn’t seen me naked. Did you tell him?” I asked when she came back.


    “We did talk about your…er, physique. He said, well you have my number if you need any more ‘help’”


    “But I thought you were finished with him. Don’t forget about the clause on monogamy in the contract”


    “Of course not, I wrote it. But monogamy means ‘one wife’; you are not allowed other women so it only applies to you. I can do as I please but don’t worry, as I told you before, Doug and I have put an end to our relationship. Look here, no disputes, let’s not spoil a wonderful day. It’s eight-o-clock and I’m starving, it’s dinner time”.


    “Hey Jen, what about my turn. You promised”


    “What do you mean ‘your turn’? I’m not a side-show at the fun-fair. You’ll get an orgasm-to-remember before midnight, as promised”. I remember nothing about dinner, I wasn’t hungry, not for food. “why are you not eating? It’s delicious. You’re waiting to have me for desert, is that it? The question is: do you deserve me?”


    Back in the room we undressed and she told me to lie on the bed. She then straddled my chest and tied my wrists to the headboard.


    “What are you doing?”


    “I don’t want you playing with yourself. You can eat me all you want but I’m too sore for PIV…” I looked puzzled “I mean penetration”.


    “Sore? Why, what happened?”feigning ignorance.


    “Come on Peter, I saw you spying on us from the bathroom. Doug can be quite rough sometimes and you saw how big he is. I bet you had an erection and you were touching your noodle. Did you ejaculate?”


    “Me, no never” I replied a little too emphatically.


    “Don’t lie to me, you know how I hate dishonesty”


    “I’m sorry Jenny, you guessed right”


    “Normally you would be punished but this is a special day and I want to reward you for your three-month chastity feat.


    She started stroking my erection. This was not going according to plan, at least not my plan. I had feared the humiliation of ‘sloppy seconds’ but now it seemed like something to die for. She rubbed her vulva against my knob. When I instinctively pushed upwards, she slapped my face, hard.


    “Don’t you dare. I said no penetration. You only think of your pleasure, what about me? Do you think your little pencil-dick would give me any pleasure? Would I even feel it?”


    After stroking me some more with her luscious lips, lubricated with Doug’s cum, I shot my load. “There, there feel better now?”she said soothingly sounding like a nurse giving relief to a patient. “It’s been a long busy day.Let’s wash and crash. I want you caged again before bed”


    “I don’t need to be locked anymore, I’ve done my stint. We’re married now and I’ve proved that I’m worthy of you”


    “I’m full of admiration Peter but I can see how chastity improves you. Anyway you played with yourself, so we know you can’t be trusted. Look I bought you a new cage, isn’t that just so cute?”


    “ But it’s tiny…” “It’s the model recommended for your size” “..and it’s pink!” “So are you, it will blend in nicely”


    So the day ended with me again in chastity, cuddling a worn-out Jenny.She was asleep in minutes but I lay awake for hours, mulling the events of the day. Things were not looking good and I decided to have a serious talk with Jenny in the morning. I was preparing my speech when sleep came at last…
     
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