"My Wife"

I am his wife and from the day we got married it was clear that he owned me. When I say that he owns me, I do not mean that I am treated bad or that I am somehow taken for granted nor even that I am trapped in a bad marriage. No. I come and go as I please. I have a good job and we are well adjusted loving beings. We are normal happy folk if their is such a thing.

What I do mean is that my husband, Joel's, understanding of mariage includes the notion that by becoming his wife I have surrendered my body to his will, to do with as he pleases, when he pleases, to explore his boundless fantasies with and that I pretty much have no reason to think otherwise.

I still remember a few days into our marriage when I got my period. He insisted that I lay on the bed and he washed my pussy gently and inserted a freah tampon inside of me. He just wanted to feel what it was that I feel when I do this myself. It felt so strange, it was like being at the gyno for a pelvic exam, with your own husband attending. He then asked me to let him take out the old and put in new ones for the whole duration of my period. In a sense it was so very personal, more so than sex, though he was very gentle, I felt invaded.

In time I got used to the extreme closeness. From getting and giving pedicures, manucures, massages and having my hair brushed, my nails trimmed and buffed, my legs and my pussy waxed, we grew closer than peas in the pod. It is in that sense that I feel that I belong to him, that I am his. I can imagine that from the outsider's point if view it might appear like a suffocating relationship but from the inside it is so good to have someone so close that though they know each and every inch of what's right AND wrong with you, they still love you just the way you are; periods, nail clippings and dandruff included.

Since Joel has granted himself such complete access to my body, there is no such thing as asking for sex between us. Whenever he feels like arousing himself he usually walks up to me and fondles my breasts or kisses my neck and slides a hand under my skirt. I always wear skirts and rarely pants at home, since I got tired of having to take them off each time Joel felt like fingering me for a few minutes or sticking a dildo in me to make me come just cause he loves to see the flush on my face when I do. he is silly sometimes but what's a girl to complain about too many orgasm ?

The male human's mind is an endless pool if ideas for what exctement a woman's body could provide. As such we have lived though many "phases' of Joel's exploration of what turned him on. The was a long phase of quickies and blow jobs in conspicuous places, I loved the pace that he had set, we got our rocks off over 3 times a day for 2 years, blessing each possible enclosed and opened air area that we could think of with our gymnastics, without getting arrested.

Then there was the Jane phase, when we joined a naturist's colony for a good 5 years. We walked aound the house naked and even did yoga in the nude, now as a former dancer, I know that I gave him spectacular peep shows doing that. For that whole period, he prefered my legs be unshaved and my pussy be bushy. Sex was raw, wholesome and very satisfying for the soul. I felt in touch with my animality. It was a garden of eden variety of sex life, as I like to think of it.

Not long ago he had a fascination with my anus. He probbed and prodded me, stretching my anal ring a fraction more every day while delighting in the effects it had on me. The biggest shock came for me when Joel wanted to give an enama. OMG, I am no prude by a long shot, but that I did not understand. Of course he told me to simply trust him and I was not sorry I did. The rush of waters deep in my bowels is something I still relish, it makes me feel so clean, so light and so stimulated. I will never forget the first time he fucked me in the ass. My hole was made flexible from a long warm enema. After I pooped it all out, he gave my anus a long penetrating massage with some warm oils and he stuffed both his fingers and the smooth slick handle of a hairbrush into my butt while he held me laying across his lap, my arse up in the air, like a child being spanked.

When I was all nice and relaxed he placed me across the ottoman my butt to the edge, knelt behind me and while holding my hips in a tense grip, he used his other hand to guide his thick swollen dick into my poor little anal passage. Right from the first half inch I could feel the burning in my loins, and I yelped for him to stop NOW. He loved my helpless screams and just kept on poking his dick in little jabs each time forcing my hole to stretch tha much more, causing more pain and getting a harder and bigger erection with each of my wimpers and screams. He did not relent, he never even slow his progression into my netherhole, the only reason he did not ram into me at once was that he so enjoyed torturing me so. Awash in sweat, trembling and gasping is how I was when he finally puched the head of his dick through me, causing a huge relief from the sudden reduction in size and the unholy feeling of having something way too big stuck half way in or out of my intestines.

For a good hour he removed himself abruptly and re-entered so slowly, each time lubricating more and using his jabbing motion to eradicate any resistance in my anus. Finally when he could enter me at his will without any undue tightness, he began to piston my arse with a fury I had not seen in him before. My but was on fore, I was in tears and moist from the cold sweats and before long I was screaming agian, only this time it was to spurr him on. I would have put eurpoean soccers fans to shame had they heard my guttural pleas.....only it was not for a spectator sport as in this case I was pretty much invloved. Up to the hilt in my ass, with my mad entreaties to FUCK ME HARDER YOU SON OF A BITCH, he came wildly, adding his own voice to mine for a last roar of shared extasy.

It was during that anal phase that Joel got the idea that he would enjoy seeing me touched by the hands of a stanger. It began with a massage we had got together, where he enjoyed more watching me get the rub that getting his own. So he eventually found a parlor that did "tantric" massages. He signed us up for a yoni massage, where I would get my pussy massaged while he watched. It was not long before he would take me there each week.Seing my pussy opened and visible for all while strange fingers pulled at and rubbed each and every little fold of skin only then to disappear inside while I shook from head to toe in ripples of pleasure was too much to bear....we'd get home we'd fuck like rabbits for 3 days from the built up of excitment.

He realised quickly that watching me being fondled was huge turn on, so naturally he wanted to know what seeing me being fucked would be like. It was arranged easily enough through the Yoni master, who's got to know us well by then and did not mind obliging. Since I was used to being touched by him, the next step was made that much easier. So one time during the Yoni massage, the Yoni master "Finn" got up from the small stool he used during the session, and with my legs splayed like a starfish, he removed his shorts and started fucking me delisciously, while my husband made louder moaning noises than even I did.

After that one time he wanted to see me fucked by more men and women too. He never participated, prefering to keep pur sex together for the privacy of our time together alone. I had a good time too, I loved being touched for the first time and fucked right away in a very animalistic way. I did not feel a tinge of remorse for enjoying other men and I got to explore too, as I had not been with other men before getting married. Somehow though I always prefered it when Joel would pick the man and offer me to him, as opposed to when I picked them. I like seducing a man, it's fun. But surrendering to a man's basal desire upon the orders of my own husband has that extra charge of electricity to it; the man comes near me, hesitant at first.

Almost inevitably he touches my breast first, as if to secure himself at his mama's boob. I push my bust out and hold my head back, to give him better access. I love seing how it excites a man to have pure unrestricted access to a wiling woman, that is also a stranger. My pleasure in is knowing that Joel is watching my every twitch, it is performance art at it's finest and most intimate. I know how to play him and he knows how to play me, a perfect symphony.

So when Joel asked me to undress, recline on the bed and spread my legs today, I obliged. I lay back and opened up for him to enjoy. Right away he began to caress my cunt and told me to open wide. I did as told, as usual. His fingers were digging deep into me and I could feel my pussy juices start to flow. Sometimes I prefer being caressed when I am dry, as the wetness can take some of the feelings away. Little did I know that this time around, I would really need all the juices I could produce.

Joel dug his fingers even deeper, suddenly he was fingering me with three tightly bunched fingers. Since he has pretty big hands, I could feel the stretch in a big way. My vagina is not small in any way, but the way he was fingering me was different, it's as if he would not stop pushing up into me until the base of his fingers was trying to enter me too. The sensation was like nothing else, and before I would get used to it, he pushed a whole four fingers into me, adding a big juicy plum size of lube at the same time. The wave of pain that it casued was so soon followed by one of intense pleasure that I could barely react in time before a deep moan escaped my throat. With all four fingers in me, Joel held onto my tight with his other hand, at once leveraging himself and preventing me from moving away.

With the lube spread all over his fingers, he continued to push into me, rotating and shifting to gain entry, each micro movement causing a spasm in my belly. Not that I minded, but I could feel that this had to end soon, my limit for stretching was quite near if not already reached. So I sat up and asked Joel where he was going with this. To my surprise he simply pushed me back down on the bed and told me to open my legs wider still. He said plainly strecth yourself out as much as you can and relax babe, just let me do this. Defeated I layed myself on the bed again and pushed my legs out as far as they would go. This time Joel wasted no time and began to force his knuckles into me, but as much as he tried to enter my vagina, I could feel it's passive resistance, just caving in but not giving in, nor opening yet.

I took whole lot of twisting and turning and pushing and retreating but eventually I felt a slight POP which also coincided with the most incredible burst of pain/pleasure I had yet experienced, That was when Joel got all four fingers and his knuckles into me. He was so happy for this progress that he would not retreat, only twisting and turning slooooooowly, driving me positively insane. With his fingers and knuckles in me, Joel rubbed his thumb accross my clit and whithin seconds a huge orgasm flooded my whole body, making me juice up and spread my legs further while Joel took thi=e opportunity to stuff part of his thumb into me.

The feeling I got was like you'd imagine surfing a wave that suddenly freezes up right when your are on it's crest. Girl interupted. Meanwhile still on his mission, Joel was insistently pushing into me. If I thought this had been playful so far, things were now getting serious and I was not sure I liked it and not quite relaxed either. I began muttering something to that effect to Joel, who was completely absorbed in the process of penetrating me and not dosposed to hear me. But each time I squirmed in discomfort he'd rub my clit and bring me to the edge of extasy. The opening of my vagian felt like a crater, a hot burning crater at this point and I could hardly tell how deep his hand had gone into me.

There was a knob, a hot and throbbing knob trying to push into my most intimate, most precious plac of all. I realised that inoxerably Joel would succeed and that my help was needed to get to the end. So I willed myself for one second to ingore the fact that my pussy was opened wider that it had ever been before and I bore down into the mattress holding my breath and rounded the small of my back. This tiny amount of movement created enough space for Joel's hand to twist a tiny bit while I took slow long breaths and relaxed my pelvis as much as womanly possible. That's when it happened and I'll never ever forget the moment his hand slid into me for the very first time.

An explosion of nerve sensations, of colors and sounds washed over me and rattled the core of my core. The was trembling like a last leaf hanging on a tree a cold winter day, yet I was warm as hott6 a gushing geiser. I was the earth the sun and the moon, I was openned so wide that he had made me completely totally his. Forever.

My wife he said proudly, towering over me with his hand burried deep inside of me still. You are "my wife", I love you, you are the greatest. And with that he proceeded to give me an excrutiating amount of pleasure for the rest of the night. it did not matter to me that I could hardly walk the next day, I had a permanent feeling of fullfillement that never went away, ever.

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