Denise NEEDS More Men Ch. 02

Two days after eating other men's cum from every orifice of my lovely wife, she is denying that it ever happened. I was flabbergasted.

I couldn't believe it when she said "None of that with Mike and his brother-in-law ever happened. It was all a fantasy. You were so into it that I just went along with you and made it up as we went along because I was afraid you would get mad if I didn't play along. You know I could never do those things you accused me of. Your fantasy got the best of you, didn't it?"

"Wait a minute!" I almost yelled as I shook my head in disbelief. "The voicemail on the phone was real. You know I listened to it. You listened to it too. Hell, it's still there! You smelled like an Adult Book Store Glory Hole when you walked through that door with you clothes falling off of you and no underwear at all. I could actually taste the cum in your mouth and on your tongue. Your mouth was slick with cum! Tons of cum gushed from your pussy and your asshole when I ate you. Nothing has ever been more obvious. And now you think you can stand there and tell me it never happened?"

Softly she said; "It didn't happen, Sweetie. Really? Think about it, Silly Boy, you know I studied drama in college and you know I won all sorts of awards in the theatre. It's not the first time I fooled you about something, right? And honestly, you're not all that hard to fool. You know I am an awesome actress. You know my IQ is a lot higher than yours but I thought even you could figure out that act. Obviously I have done a lot of acting with you. Perhaps I was too convincing. You never thought that pathetic little dicklette of yours was actually pleasing me did you? See what a good actress I am?"

Denise was laughing at me and at the same time softly and condescendingly stroking my cheek with her hands as she looked me in the eye and smiled seductively and facetiously at the same time.

Her smile and her eyes seemed to say "You stupid little shit, you know I can make you say and do and believe anything I want. Don't even think for a second that you are smart enough or sharp enough to match wits with me." She didn't have to say it; I knew it was true.

Ironically, one of the reasons that I love Denise so much is because of her self confidence and genius level intelligence It is some sort of a powerful aphrodisiac for me. Her day-to-ay aire is that of a top tier professional businesswoman that you just really don't want to have as an adversary. Not to mention her salary. She made way more than most men who considered themselves equal to her. I'll just say "six figures" and leave it at that. These very traits made her so damn irresistible to me...and to many, many other men and women as well. She certainly knows how to wield her power and make strong men powerless at her feet.

At this point I just didn't know how to argue with her. She seemed so damned positive and sure of herself. I felt my dicklette starting to stiffen. I wondered to myself "How does she do this to me? I'm such a putz! Will she always win?"

At bedtime that night Denise said she wanted to talk, perhaps she had been too harsh on me. I knew she wasn't going to admit to her infidelity. Once she tells a lie, she always sticks with it. So I was really curious what she wanted to talk about.

She began..."OK. There was some truth in our little role play the other night. Remember, the one you tried to take so seriously? I have done some serious psychology training in my time and it is obvious that you...wait a minute...I want to make sure I use the right words...well, maybe not the right words, but words even you can understand. Not that you're not smart! I know you are, but it's just so easy for me find myself talking way over your head without realizing it. That happens to people like me all the time. I'll try to keep this simple for you.

I know that you have very serious clinical anxiety about having such a tiny dick and never being able to sexually pleasure any woman in your life...ever. Don't take it personal. Any man with a dick that tiny would have the same complexes...I mean...you know...if there ever was another man with a dick that little. I personally have never seen one...or heard of one that small, but one must assume that it is possible. Anyway...It must be awful to be over 50 years old and know that you have never in your life satisfied a woman with your own dick and you never will. OMG, how horrible that must be for you! It must have hurt you very deeply all of your life. I know you need help dealing with this issue. I'm sure this is the primary reason that you have been divorced three times and can't maintain a relationship. No real woman is ever going to be held hostage by a dick as little as yours. But you don't necessarily have to get divorced in order to help her , well...actually, ME, get what I so desperately need. I think I can help a little. Maybe. We can try a few things and see what works. This may be the only way to save this marriage."

"What you were going through the other night was sort of a vicarious sexual episode. Let me know if you need me to explain any of these words. Although you know that you could never, and have never, pleasured me with your little dicklette, you wanted desperately to believe that I had been sexually satisfied, and to satisfy your own ego, you had to try to insert yourself into the hottest situation you could imagine and vicariously take credit for part of my sexual satisfaction. Mike and Little Brother had satisfied me, in your mind, but in order for you to partake in the process of satisfying me, you imagined that by having sex with me while I was still aroused by them, you would have a much better chance of making me physically, sexually pleasured. Your logic is not totally flawed, psychologically speaking. It has some therapeutic merit."

"So, you imagined that it was real to the point that you had actually convinced yourself that it WAS real and that you had had a vital role in my orgasmic pleasure. That had to be very sexually and emotionally stimulating for you. Something you obviously haven't ever felt before. With your...shall we say..."Physical deficiency', I can understand why that is so important to you. As many lovers as I have satisfied so completely in my life; I can't imagine how it feels to know that you have satisfied no one at all! I just don't know how you can live with that. You have so many other wonderful qualities...it's just heartbreaking. I know every time I am with a man that I have left him totally satisfied. I can't imagine not ever knowing that feeling. So I don't blame you for playing your games and imagining them to be real. It is a sort of self defense mechanism."

"So. I have been thinking about the offer you literally begged me to accept. You said that I could have all the lovers I want and you would never be with another woman. Remember that offer?"

"Of course I remember," I said, ..."but...that's when I didn't know you were just acting. I mean...damn it! I KNOW you were not acting. That's when you were being honest and loving for a few minutes."

"SSHHHUSH, Sweetie. You need to hear what I have to say before you fuck this up too!"

"Sure! Like I fuck up everything?"

"OK...be quiet now and listen to me. I think I know what you need. I think I can help you with your self confidence. I guess it's sort of like a kind of sexual therapy. Remember when we first met and I seduced you and let you fuck me on the very first date?"

"Hell yeah! Who could forget that?!"

"I have done that so many times, Craig. I think that's what you're lacking...emotionally...physically nobody can help. It is what it is."

"Done what so many times?"

"The seduction. It's all about the seduction. Making somebody want you. Taking control of their mind to the extent that you can have your way with them and their body; making them do anything you want. Meeting a total stranger and within a few hours or sometimes just a few minutes you have managed to get them to have sex with you. It is such a powerful feeling... like sometimes I bet with myself how quickly I can get his cock into my mouth after having just met. It's a great ego booster. Don't you remember our first date? You picked me up and I suggested that we skip dinner and go straight to your apartment. Within 15 minutes I had totally seduced you and you couldn't believe that I wanted you so badly that I just couldn't wait to have sex with you. You didn't seduce me. I was completely in charge you were a pushover. Do you remember what happened next? I told you I had to go home because I had another date scheduled before we ever met and I just couldn't cancel on him with such short notice. Remember? The truth is, I had planned on staying with you but after finding out how tiny your dick was, I just had to have a real man. I was way too horny to settle for your dick that night. I didn't have a date, but when I got home I called my FWB to come over and take care of me. I knew he had a giant cock and I knew he would fuck me any time I needed help. I wasn't cheating on you. It was our first date. We were not exclusive."

"So what has that got to do with me now?"

"Well, I'm not totally sure that I can trust you to live up to your promise without getting jealous or changing your mind after the fact and then trying to make me out to be the bad one...when this was all your idea...for your benefit...for your satisfaction. I don't want it to backfire on me! It is you who has feelings of inadequacy. I mean, even if I agree to fuck other men for you, it's totally for your benefit, so you can feel good about yourself. It is you whose ego needs a major boost, not mine.

You need to be the one doing the seducing if your self image is ever going to improve. I can understand how allowing me to have multiple lovers will ease your conscious about you not being able to satisfy me, but I'm not sure you can totally be trusted yet. I need you to actually do something to show me that you really do mean that I am in charge and that I make all the rules and you will do absolutely anything I tell you to. With my career and my professional reputation on the line, I can't be too careful. After all, what have you got to loose? It's not your job that's paying the bills around here, that's for sure. But don't feel bad about that, Sweetie. Nobody expects you to be able to make the kind of money I do."

"Denise, you know that I love you SO much that I will do absolutely anything you tell me to do. What I don't get though is that the other day you told me that you would never want to share me with another woman and now you are telling me that I need to be the one doing the seducing? How is that supposed to work? I have no desire to be with another woman. I only love you. Why would you ask me to be the one doing the seducing?"

Then she got down to Phase 1 of her "plan."

"I have no intention of you being with another woman, Sweetie. That's funny! No, I will never allow you to be with another woman...ever! The seduction I'm talking about is of another man."

"Holy Shit! What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how sexy you were the other night when you thought you were swallowing another mans cum. That was truly sexy and really exciting to me as well."

Now I'm thinking "There she goes again, acting like she hadn't actually fucked anybody that night. I'm not stupid enough to argue with her, but I'm not stupid enough to believe that lie either."

"So I've been thinking about it, "she said, "and if you want to prove to me that you can be trusted and that I really can believe you, I want to see you suck a cock. Not for me, but for you."

"WHAT?!?" "What are you talking about? Who's cock? You've really thought this through haven't you? You've picked out the cock you want and I have to suck him for you?"

"OH NO! You have to find the guy and you have to suck him off and I won't be there. I'm not doing the seducing, you are! This is completely for your benefit. I will get nothing from it. But I do have to verify it. I simply can't trust you yet. Men just can't be trusted."

"And just how in the hell is this supposed to take place, little Miss 'I've Got Everything Figured Out'?"

"A little website called "Sq-t.com. It is a site for gay and bisexual men to hook up. I set up a profile on there for you already. I want you to go online and see who you can seduce. See how long it takes you to find a man and get his cock in your mouth. You have to do this all on your own. I can't help or it will be no boost to your ego. You have to be the 'Seductress'. You have to consummate this seduction all on your own."

"So how will you know if I do it or not? Granted, I'm not as good an actor as you, but how would you know?"

"Live texts and pictures, Sweetie. Pictures are worth a thousand words. I want to see his cock before you suck it. I want pictures while you're sucking him and I want to see your mouth full of cum before you swallow it. And you WILL swallow! I will have you on live text and you will be doing exactly what I tell you to do. You will become the seductress and you will love it! As soon as I have enough pictures to blackmail you sufficiently, then I will know that I can trust you and we can begin finding me all the men that you have always wanted me to have. This is what you asked for isn't it? If you do this then your dream can finally come true. You can make sure that your poor sexually deprived wife is finally satisfied sexually. You want to see my pussy filled with a real cock, don't you? You want to see the look of satisfaction on my face? That look that you have never seen...not on my face or on any other woman's. I am so thrilled to be able to finally help you see what it feels like to satisfy a woman...even if it will never be your own dick doing it. I think this is really going to help you grow and mature in ways that you never imagined."

My disgust quickly gave way to excitement as I thought about Sq-t.com and what awaited me there.

As soon as the page opened on my computer it was covered with naked, hung gay men sucking and...well, you name it and they were doing it! I got an immediate erection thinking about Denise finding this site and her looking around here enough to know that I would find cock here...and being smart enough to know that I would follow up on her instructions. I found the profile that Denise had set up for me "LilBiCuck1956". That name certainly tells it all...Lil = Tiny Dick. BiCuck = I will suck cock with my wife's approval and you may even get to fuck her too. 1956 = Old man.

She had written: "I can't take care of my wife due to my deficient size. She tells me my "dicklette" is useless for women, so I should find a new hobby. So I am looking for real time meetings with men who want to take advantage of a total Bottom. My mouth and my ass are for your pleasure. No reciprocation is required or even allowed. Let me please you. Always bareback and I expect you to follow through to completion either in my ass or my mouth. As for you, you should be well endowed in both length and girth. Age and race are not important, size, cleanliness, stamina and imagination are. You cannot be jealous or possessive because my Dom wife expects me to submit to several male suitors."

I logged on and there were already six responses. Some were just insulting and threatening. I still can't figure out why a homophobe would be on a gay website? A couple of them sounded interesting.

Denise had told me to discuss them with her before I actually met anyone. She wanted to "prep" me for the "date." That Friday night Denise and I had a "date" at her condo. After a nice uneventful dinner, Dee asked me to help her get the living room ready for our evening.

Confused, I agreed, always ready for one of Denise's surprises. She pulled out the queen size air mattress and the electric air pump and asked me to get the mattress ready while she went upstairs and got ready. As I was filling the mattress, she yelled down the stairs; "Sweetie, there is a DVD on the coffee table. Turn on the TV get it started after you get the mattress ready. Relax and watch the movie until I get there."

I did as she said and patiently awaited her return.

As the movie started to roll, I realized right away that it was a porn flick. Although we hadn't watched many, it was not unheard of. As the scene opened up, there was a MILF type woman who looked a lot like Denise, kissing a much younger man. Both were naked. As the camera panned, it showed his cock. It was, as expected, tremendous in size although not nearly erect just yet. The woman (I'll just call her Dee) dropped to her knees right in front of this massive cock and took it in one hand and held it up and looked at it wistfully. She said "Well, that just won't do, will it?" A statement more than a question. With that she picked up a dog leash chain from the floor and began pulling on it. In just a second there appeared a middle aged man on his hands and knees crawling toward Dee as she continued to pull the chain which was attached to a pink dog collar affixed tightly around his neck. "That's a good boy. Come on over here. You know what you need to do. You want to make Mamma happy, don't you? She jerked the chain sharply and pulled him closer. "Come closer Sweetie, look what I have for you."

About that time heard Denise's voice. "Did you hear that, she called him Sweetie, just like I do you. I like that part."

I looked away from the TV and saw Denise walking down the stairs...I can still see that image as if it were yesterday! 5inch heels on a pair of royal blue pumps with sharp pointed toes. The shoes glistened like a satin glitter. They were classy and sexy as hell! Fishnet stockings that attached to a garter snap on her bustier'. The garter straps had little blue bows that matched her shoes. The outfit was a very royal blue like the shoes, with black lace trim. There was nothing covering her pussy or ass. They were framed beautifully. Her pussy was totally shaved and almost polished, it was so smooth. Her breasts were lifted up on a shelf and practically handed up to you. Her nipples were blatantly visible and totally erect. She was wearing her best peal necklace and pearl earrings and even tiny pearl accents in her beautiful blonde hair. The heels made her ass stick out and up in a wildly erotic way that I can't begin to describe adequately or accurately. She was the picture of sex with a wild Dominatrix, MILF look.

She held a black leather briefcase in one hand and black leather woven riding crop in the other. I almost came from the hot smell of leather and from watching her come down the stairs.

She said "Take off all of your clothes and lay down on the mattress. I hurriedly did so and started stroking my nearly erect little penis. Denise cracked the whip in the air making it sound like a bullet as she yelled at me "Don't touch that! You don't get to touch that anymore unless I say so.

Let's be real for a moment, shall we? It's no more than 2 and a half inches long when it's totally erect, which candidly, isn't that often anymore. It is of absolutely no use to anyone, so just forget about it. Forget you ever had a dick. You won't be needing it tonight...if ever. Do you understand?"

My hand shot away from my penis and I replied "YES! Yes I understand, I'm sorry. But you might want to be a little quieter. I'm sure the neighbors could hear every word you said."

With that she cracked the whip again and yelled even louder, "So you're concerned about the fucking neighbors, are you?" Then she walked over to the sliding glass doors and threw open the blinds and pushed open the door causing it to slam and shake the frame as it stopped. "There. Now the fucking neighbors can join us if they want to! Don't you dare try to tell me how this evening is going to go! Or any other evening for that matter. Don't you remember our agreement? I am in charge! What the fuck did you think that meant? Don't answer me! Shut up and do as you're told you dickless excuse for a man!"