Things have continued along at this same pace. I think not having a set of rules (the “Arrangement”) is just right for now. There are expectations, but no rules. My wife seems to also be learning more about herself, her wants, needs, desires and limitations. We were speaking last night about the difficulty she is having deciding whether or not to start a side business or even possibly two. When I told her I would be more than willing to help her out she seemed a little more at ease and even a little excited at the possibilities. But she also realized that she is terrible at making big decisions like these. I pointed out several other instances over the years where she froze up the same way not to be negative, but to point out that her careful consideration is a good trait, but we have missed opportunities because of her hesitation. It’s time to take a chance. I told her that in the Art of War there is a saying that making the wrong decision is better than making no decision. You can not win if you don’t try, essentially. If you make the wrong move you can make another move to fix it. She saw the logic and I think we are going forward on at least one of the two options (of course this could change any minute depending on her getting cold feet again).
For the most part I’ve continued to keep up with my usual chores and my wife has prioritized some of my tasks to her liking. I guess that has replaced my old “Assignments”. She also seems to be more willing to point out her displeasure when she thinks I haven’t been doing enough.
As well as things are going, and despite the fact that I’m trying to take it slow this time, I found myself once again in a selfish head space. Last week my wife just wasn’t feeling great and all sexual advances were spurned. I don’t believe I showed any negative reactions in front of her, but once again I let my feelings of neglect get the better of me one night. Of course I felt guilty the next day and did my best to make up for it by doing extra jobs around the house.
But I wasn’t the only one left completely horny and ready for action. This week my wife felt much better and told me to join her in bed Tuesday night. I got her toys and while I got undressed she used her vibe on herself. I laid next to her and she spread her legs, one thigh covering my growing erection preventing me from touching it. I then went down on her and it soon became clear she was feeling more frisky than normal. She began grinding on my tongue and soon was raising her hips until I was licking her bottom. She pushed me away and told me she need a big cock inside her and grabbed her dildo. I then licked her and the dildo which sent her over the edge. I knelt back between her legs and slowly stroke myself as she then used the vibrator and dildo together, all the time telling me how much she loved her big cock and how good it felt to get fucked by such a big cock. She compared it to mine and told me mine was nice, but nowhere near as big. She came multiple times all while talking about her big cock as I slowly masturbated. When she was done she told me I could cum. I was surprised as I hadn’t had a chance to enter her and I can’t remember the last time she allowed me to cum when I wasn’t inside her.
I asked if I could enter her and she considered it a moment. She decided it would be ok and I moved above her. As I entered her she continued to talk about the “big cock” and how it stretched her out and how she could barely feel me. She continued to taunt me and asked me how it felt. I told her I never felt her so loose and wet and she responded that it’s because the “big cock” made her cum so many times. The teasing continued until I came and she giggled. She told me to take care of her big cock and let her get some rest. She never referenced the dildo so many times and used to refer to it as the Purple Monster. Now, apparently, it’s her “Big Cock”.
As I left the room my head was spinning. She really blew my mind. The humiliation was intense and obvious and I loved it. I also realized she had originally not intended to let me fuck her at all. She used my tongue, but the only cock she had was the dildo. Although the feeling of being inside her was amazing I suddenly wished I had done as she intended and just masturbated to completion in front of her.
The next morning my tongue was so sore I could barely speak. I was pleasantly surprised that even though we had amazing sex the night before I was again summoned to the bed room. As usual she started with her vibe and then moved on to my already sore tongue. When she was satisfied with my licking she told me that the “Big Cock” had worn her out the night before and that she was ready for my smaller cock. I told her how sore my tongue was from the workout she had given it and she replied, “good”. I made love to her slowly at first until she encouraged me to fuck her harder. Of course I couldn’t last very long at that pace so she had me stop and had several more orgasms with her vibrator while I held still inside her. She told me she was done for the night and I rolled off her. She allowed me to masturbate a few minutes with the stipulation that I couldn’t shake the bed. Knowing the futility of that I thanked her but left her to get her rest.
She never ceases to amaze me.