My Wife the Womanizer


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Ma/Ma, Reluctant, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, TransGender, CrossDressing, BDSM, FemaleDom, Spanking, Humiliation, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Cream Pie, Transformation, .

Desc: Sex Story: A wife takes a lover, then decides that she wants to divorce her husband. Instead of losing half of everything, she forcibly changes him into her maid, so she can keep it all.

© 2002

"Come down to the basement honey, I have a surprise waiting for you," my wife said. She looked stunning, dressed in a black merry widow, with stockings and heels to match. I loved it when she wore sexy lingerie, which unfortunately wasn't very often.

I followed her through our very expensive house, but all my attention was focused on her lovely ass swishing back and forth. I was a very lucky man indeed. I had a beautiful wife, who just so happened to be rich, and a house you could get lost in.

She opened the door to the basement. No longer was it full of shelves and old boxes, it was now a fully furnished bedroom. Even though it was only lit by candles, I could tell it was a little effeminate for my tastes. However, she did do it all herself, so I knew better than to complain.

"What do you think of our little den of iniquity?" She waved her hand in a magnanimous gesture.

"It's great." I pressed close to her from behind, rubbing against her satin and lace, but she pulled away.

"Not like that, sweetie." She took my hand and led me over to the bed. "I want to do things a little different tonight." She picked up a blindfold, walked behind me, and tied it over my eyes. Then she undressed me, till I stood naked in front of her. My cock stood proudly at attention.

"I'm going to fuck you so good tonight; you're never going to forget it." She said, pushing me forcefully. I fell backwards and landed on the bed.

She jumped on top of me and guided my cock to her entrance. Then, she pushed herself on me and in on stroke I was fully inside of her. She bounced on top of me, fucking me as she promised. It was strange; she had never behaved like this before. Usually, when we made love, we had our own little ritual.

Normally, she wanted us to lay there next to one another and stroke one other. Next, I would go down on her and then we would move into a sixty-nine. After she came, I would get on top and make love to her until I was spent.

However, this time she was much more aggressive than she had ever been before. I could already feel a surging in my balls. I couldn't last much longer like this. I tried to grab her hips to stop her from riding me as if I were a bucking bronco. "Wait honey," I begged. "I can't last much longer."

She grabbed my wrists and pressed them to the headboard. I heard a click and I found I could no longer move my hands. "It's okay," she gasped. "Cum for me. Cum for me now!" She ground herself on top of me, swiveling her hips back and forth, driving the cum from my balls. It was almost painful as I spent myself inside of her.

"Well, that sure was disappointing," she said.

I was embarrassed and ashamed at my performance. I hadn't lasted longer than three minutes. "I'm sorry honey, it was just that you-"

"What? Now, it's my fault you came too fast."

"No, look, I'm sorry. Just let me go, okay?"

"In a second sweetie. I want to do something first." I felt her weight leave the bed, and then she was placing something over my ankles.

"Lift up for me sweetie. I've got something I want you to wear."

It felt her pulling some sort of tight shorts up my legs. It wasn't until I heard a click that I suspected something was wrong.

"I bet you're really gonna regret not lasting a little longer," she said. Then I felt something cold around my ankle and another click. She was scaring me now. "because that is going to last you for awhile."

I bucked, pulled, and struggled against my bonds and though the white framed bed covered with a canopy looked like it belonged in a small girl's room, it proved to be more than a match for me. I had gone nowhere, and now my wrists and ankle hurt. The worst part was I couldn't even see what was going on.

I heard another click and the crackle of electricity. Suddenly, my body felt like it was hit by a truck, every muscle seized and spasmed. It was a pain unlike any I had ever felt before. When it was over, I couldn't even move. I felt like I needed to puke.

"Are you quite finished now?"

She sounded so polished - so unfazed by this. She had tied me up and tortured me with a stun gun and she sounded like she was asking if I had finished reading the paper. That probably scared me more than anything else.

"Yes." What else could I say? She held all the cards.

"Would you like for me to free your hands?"


She took the blindfold off of my eyes and freed my hands from the headboard. I rubbed my sore wrists and looked up at her. She held the stun gun in front of her threateningly.

"Don't you dare look at me so accusingly," she said. "You should be grateful. You should be on your knees thanking me for this."

I looked down to observe my predicament. My ankle was cuffed and attached to a very sturdy looking length of chain and my crotch appeared to be covered by some sort of chastity device.

It was too much to take. "Are you crazy?" I blurted. "You electrocute me and make me your captive and I'm supposed to be thankful. I'm your husband for Christ sakes."

The stun gun crackled with electricity in warning. I took the hint and shut up.

"Yes, thankful," she said in a voice that brooked no argument. "You see honey, I took a lover. Don't look at me that way. You always said you wanted to see me with another woman. Well, I did it and..." She paused and her eyes grew very far away. "I love her and she loves me. However, I didn't know how possessive and protective she was until later. When I told her about you and how you would get half of everything in a divorce; maybe even more, since I cheated on you... with a woman no less. Then, I told her a little white lie about how you beat me and lent me out to your male friends. Well, she wanted to kill you then and there and toss your body in a river somewhere."

"Please Jill, if you ever loved me, just let me live. Let me walk away. I'll never bother you again." By now I was sobbing in fear. I was too young to die. There was still so much I wanted to do.

"Shhh, sweetie, you know I would never kill you. Besides, I could go to prison for that. I bet you wished you signed the prenuptial agreement, but it's too late for that now. Now, stop crying like a little baby, I told her I would take care of you myself."

I was deathly afraid. I'm not going to pretend it was otherwise. I was sobbing like a baby. I thought I was going to die and no one would ever see me again. She slapped me on my face. Hard.

"I said, stop crying goddamn it!" Then her gaze softened and she stroked my manacled ankle. "I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have made me do that," she said. "Anyway, like I was saying, I had a brilliant idea. I would make you a home here in the basement -- a little place to keep you hidden. Then I could tell her you were dead. This way everyone wins." She beamed with pride.

I was horrified. I was going to be a prisoner in my own house and totally dependent on her. All while my wife slept with her lover -- a lover who wanted me dead. The only thing I could hope for was escape or for my wife to change her mind.

"Please don't do this to me," I cried. I tried to reach for her. I wanted to hug her and try to break through her cold fa-ade.

"Get back," she warned. "Look, it's the only way. If she finds you - finds out I lied, she will kill you herself. I love her, but she can be violent sometimes." She took the edge of the sheet and dried my eyes. "Listen, she's going to be here soon and she thinks I killed you last night."

My wife climbed atop me, pinning my arms underneath her knees. "Sweetie, I'm going to have to ask you to get rid of the evidence."

The evidence she was referring to was her well used twat, just inches from my mouth. My stomach recoiled in revulsion. I had never had any desire to taste cum and I sure as hell didn't want any part of the disgusting mess leaking from her cunt.

"I can't," I said, turning my face away.

"Hurry, she could be here at any moment." She lifted my chin, so that I was once again facing her matted sex. "You have to... or she will suspect you are still alive."

What was I going to do, die for my foolish pride? I did the only thing I could - what anyone would. I licked my spending from her sex. It was salty and bitter. It formed little balls and clung to her pubic hair that were almost impossible to get out. The worst was when she made me suck at her opening and I got a mouthful of the vile liquid. I promised myself that if I ever got out of this I would never again expect a woman to swallow.

"Use your tongue," she gasped. "Use your tongue inside of me. Make sure you get every last drop of your nasty business."

From the sound of her voice I wondered if she really was afraid I missed some or if she only wanted to get off. I wasn't taking any chances. Besides, if I got her off, she might be in a friendlier disposition. I drove my tongue into her sex and then moved up and licked her clit. Even if she wasn't expecting an orgasm, she got one and a helluva good one from the sound of her moans.

After she came down from her orgasm, she looked down at my wet face and smiled. "Oh baby, if you had made me cum like that earlier, we would never have gotten in this fix."

"Please, honey," I begged. "Just let me go. We can work this out some other way." She looked as if she were considering it, but just then a there was a buzz of the doorbell.

"Oh God, she's here. Listen honey, if you want to live, please-please-please don't make a sound while she's here. I'll let you know when it's safe again." She hugged me tightly, but always holding the stun gun. "Okay?"


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