From Nudist to Exhibitionist

She replied, "I want you to stop right now."

I obeyed. She spread her legs apart, and looked me right in the eye.

"My pussy is so wet right now that it's running down into my ass. I am so soaked that the sheets are getting wet under me. I want your tongue. I want your mouth. I want you to make me cum."

"Yes, your Highness," was my only words before I settled down between her thighs preparing to worship her sweet, sweet pussy.

My cock was leaking like a faucet as I slowly started to softly lick her honey. She was drenched... wetter than I can ever remember. Her hands guided my head gently to ensure that I was licking exactly where she wanted. The more I licked, the more she squirmed. The pressure of her hands on my head indicated that she was close to orgasm. The more I ate, her moans increased, and her hands squeezed harder. I licked down as far as I could, almost able to get to her backdoor, and then up, as deep as my tongue would allow through the channel of her drenched pussy.

As I ran circles around her engorged clit, she moaned "right there, right there, just like that, don't you stop". I had no intention of stopping. Her knees were bent and her legs started to squeeze my head as I felt the first quiver. Then, wave after wave of pure ecstasy ran through her body as I backed off my pressure to let her slowly come down.

"Oh my God. That started way down in my toes, and ended behind my eyes. That was a huge wave of an orgasm. I think I need a nap after that... so why don't you go and watch TV for an hour, and come back and wake me up with some good kisses. And DON'T you dare cum, or play with yourself at all while I rest, got it?"

"Yes dear" was all I said, and walked out to the living room.

As I sat in the living room, (on a towel because I was dripping pre-cum everywhere) I couldn't help but reflect back on the last 10 years or so of our relationship. We had been in such a rut, I could hardly remember what real passion even felt like. My head was spinning from today, and it was only 5:30. I had to wake her in an hour, and wondered what lay ahead for me to endure. What, in the name of Christ, had gotten into my wife.

The TV was on, but I don't remember what I was watching. I just sat there. Like a zombie. I glanced at the clock, 30 more minutes...My cock still semi-erect. It almost seemed it might have endured more than it could handle. It definitely had a full day, and there was still lots of time left on my payoff of the bet.

I walked back to the bedroom, slowly opened the door, and just stood there, staring at my beautiful wife. She was curled up, partially covered in the sheets, and partially exposed. Her breathing was deep, and I could tell she was "out". Well, she said, one hour, so I crawled up the bed and softly kissed her thigh. It was exposed and so was her upper shoulder. I gently laid over her kissing her back/shoulder and made my way up her neck...

She smiled just a little smirk of a smile, and moaned. I kissed her neck and around to her lips. She responded by kissing me back, deeply and ran her hand on the back of my head, grabbing my hair and pulling gently while pushing her tongue into my mouth. My cock was reacting yet again, and I moaned quietly as my erection built to full hardness. We both kind of rolled over and she was on top of me, taking control.

"Oh my, your cock is so hard right now,"; She was gripping and stroking my aching hard-on. "I'm guessing that you are really, really wanting to cum?" she purred into my ear.

"Yes, I want to so badly. Please let me cum."

She lowered her mouth to my cock head and slowly engulfed me. It was heaven. And then... she stopped. Why was she torturing me so?

"I can't wait to see how big your load is when I finally let you cum."

She giggled and looked at me while still stroking me. Again, precum was flowing out of me. She milked slowly on my cock and licked all the fluid she could... then she looked at me, smiled and leaned into me for a deep, passionate kiss. I could hear "Mmmmmmmmm," coming out of her, somewhere. Maybe it was guttural, maybe my imagination, either way, my head spinning and I was trying my best not to pass out.

She got up from the bed and nonchalantly stated... "I'm getting hungry, what are you making me for dinner?"

I just looked at her, speechless, as she sauntered out the door.

"WELL???" The words just sort of hung in the air as my ears were not really listening. I snapped out of my temporary trance and asked her.

"What would you like, dear?"

"Mmm, I'm craving Minsky's, why don't you go get me some Minsky's pizza?"

I reminded her, "if that's what you want, but you realize I have to put clothes on to go get it?"

We live way outside the delivery zone. Christy ponders for a few and says, "yeah, maybe that's not a good idea then. How about you make me some fajitas and fix me another margarita while I wait. I'll be in the living room with my kindle". And she was gone.

I walked to the kitchen, made a pitcher of margaritas and took one to her. I sat it on the table next to her, and turned back to the kitchen. As I walk away, she says, "Make sure you make enough for 2, I don't want to eat alone."

I asked, "I assume I will be eating with you?"

She just smiled and went back to her Kindle. I just shook my head as I walked back to prepare dinner. I couldn't help but think, who is this woman, this is definitely not the woman I had been with for the last 10 years. After 20 or so minutes in the kitchen, she asks, "how much longer?"

"Maybe 10 minutes."

She doesn't say anything, and after a couple more minutes the doorbell rings.

I froze in place, standing at the stove. It rings again. "You want me to get that?" I ask.

No reply.

Ding dong, again it rings. I think maybe she went to the bathroom, so I walked to the door and slowly opened it, and it was.... Christy! She was standing there in her robe, laughing.

"I got you good, bahahaha"...

She was cracking herself up. She is really being evil to me. "Get me another drink, and let's eat, I'm starving!", and she sat down at the table.

I brought dinner in and sat down beside her. We made small talk, laughed, shared some memories, and it was nice. After dinner, I cleared the table and was cleaning the kitchen when she asked, "One more drink please?"

"Coming right up."

I couldn't hear clearly, but she made some off-hand comment, barely audible "you're going to be coming alright"... I refilled her drink and asked what she was reading on her Kindle?"

"Just a story, nothing special."

I had heard that reply probably 20 times in the past. I knew it had to be erotica, but she would never tell me what the stories were about. I just went back to the kitchen.

The kitchen was clean, and the night was winding down. Christy had been all but silent the last 30 minutes, and that usually meant that the margaritas were putting her to sleep. I walked to the living room and Christy had her robe undone, and it was just hanging there, more less draped on her, not really covering anything.

"Come here lover," she says to me.

As I walk up to her, I can't help thinking, maybe now I will get some relief. I lean down to give her a kiss, we lock lips passionately, as our tongues explore each other's mouths. She breaks the kiss, reaches out her hand, and I help her to her feet. She says, "let's go to the bedroom, I need some of that dick I have been seeing all day."

As we both lay on the bed, my cock is immediately at full hardness for what seems to be the 100th time today. I hold myself above her and tease her pussy with my rod sliding it up and down in her wetness. She is purring, and whispers, "you have a fantastic cock, have I ever told you how fantastic your cock is?"

These words do nothing but excite me more. She rarely, rarely talks dirty, and she knows what effect it has on me. Suddenly she grabs the back of my head and pulls me over sideways. We do a kind of barrel roll, with her suddenly on top.

Her eyes lock on mine as she straddles me, hovering her wet pussy over my throbbing cock. And the real torture begins.... She slides about an inch onto my shaft, and retreats. She does this a half a dozen times at least, just denying me the wet, tight, grip of her fantastic, slick, smooth pussy. She tells me how much she wants to cum, and that I had better not even think about cumming until she gets hers. She sinks all the down and trembles... shuttering in deep breaths while adjusting to me. I am in heaven. Christy has always had a tight pussy and the grip that it had on me right now was hypnotizing.

She is sitting up pushing her hands against my chest when she asks... "are you alright, you're not cumming yet are you?"

"Not yet, but I'm fucking close."

She smiles, devilishly, and rocks back and forth, up and down. Back and forth, up and down. I am building, and I beg her to stop. She slows, but continues...

Then the words...those words that she started speaking, just killed me.

"You looked so hot earlier when Sandy came over."

"Did you like having a strange hand wrapped around your hard cock?"

"How did it feel when she was stroking your cock?"

"You better calm down... you're breathing heavily. You have already disappointed 3-4 times today by back talking, not staying soft, drinking when you didn't have permission. You better follow through with your end of the bet..."

"You do what you're told without question, and I right now, I say - I cum before you."

She rocked back and forth, and raised and lowered on my dick, agonizing me and pushing me closer to the edge. I was so close.

"Babe, please stop, I need you to stop," I begged.

"You don't cum in me until after I cum, I'm warning you. If you had not been so worked up when you were around me and Sandy all day you wouldn't be having such problems, would you? Your cock feels like it's in my throat, you are so huge."

I'm pleading, "please, please stop."

She smiles and says, "but I'm close, I'm so close".

Then she pushes too far and says, "you know when you were giving Sandy her back rub, and your cock was sliding up and down on the crack of her ass I was standing in the doorway fingering myself not really believing what my eyes were seeing, you're so sexy when you were serving us."

That was it...

I exploded. I came HARD, I actually screamed and thrusted up into her bucking over and over shooting my huge load deep into her tight pussy. I must have had 7-8 spurts of cum shoot out of me. The biggest load I could ever recall.

As I opened my eyes, my heart skipped a beat. Christy was... smiling. But it wasn't a "I'm happy for you" smile, it was a mischievous smile.

"Now you did it...I haven't cum yet. You disappointed me yet again. I guess the only way I'm going to be able to cum is orally now."

And I know the look on my face was pure terror.

"Baby, I'm sorry. You had me so worked up I just couldn't hold out any more, I'm so, so sorry," I pleaded.

She smiles really big and says, "I know you're sorry, but I don't know any other way for me to cum, and I want to cum so bad."

With those words she lifted off of my cock, and did a knee-straddle walk up my stomach, up my chest, and right over the top of my face. I turned my head a little and she grabbed my hair... "no you don't, you had a choice, but you blew it, and now you don't have a choice."

Years ago, we had talked about this "scenario" where I cum in her and she sits on my face, forcing me to clean her/make her cum. I had read stories and thought it would be hot to try it but she never wanted any part of it. In fact, she always told me it kind of grossed her out and she didn't think she could ever do it. So we never really talked about it again.

As she hovered over my face, holding my hair, she softly said, "make me cum. Eat my pussy, and make me cum". And she lowers her cum soaked pussy onto my mouth.

I had no choice, I was overwhelmed by the smell of our combined sex, and my mouth went to work. I opened up and started darting my tongue in and out, and all around. My head was spinning. Christy was moaning, and really pulling my hair.

"Oh, eat my pussy, make me cum. Eat it. I bet my pussy is completely full of your cum. Clean me, lick me, eat it all..." With that she shutters and moans and bucks her hips hard against my face.

Collapsing against me, we lay there. Skin on skin. Our breathing almost syncronized.

To be honest, I'm not sure I really swallowed much of my own cum or anything at all. Looking back, it was all such a blur. After she settled down from her hard orgasm, my face looked like a huge glazed donut.

She walked to the bathroom, and within a few seconds, she tossed a warm wet washcloth onto my chest. I was still just laying there, motionless. I was numb. She said, "Honey, clean yourself up". I groaned and started cleaning. I got up, wrapped my arms around her, and told her how amazing she was.

This was the first time that Christy has ever 'taken the lead' in our sexual time together. She just doesn't have a 'dominant' personality gene I guess. This day has unlocked two things. Her interest in being more dominant, or assertive, and my interest in being dominated, or at least submissive.

Well, that was basically the last of my "servant" bet, but not the end of our renewed/rekindled relationship. We have played around a few other times, and I look forward to sharing more of our stories with you.