John and Sara's Experiment

"Look at the upside, John. Now we can have real sex whenever we want knowing that you'll be able to satisfy me every time. You're going to take care of me and I'm going to take care of you. That's a promise. You made a tremendous sacrifice for me. I know you're not truly submissive, yet you have been submissive to me for more than a year and a half. I love you all the more for it." She laid on top of me, ignoring the gallon of semen on my chest as she kissed me, her tongue actively exploring my mouth. She was about to lead me to the shower, but I begged her for the opportunity to lick her. She smiled down kindly at me before speaking. "That's another big improvement for you, John. I remember all too well that you used to refuse. Now I think you might actually like it."

"I do, Ma'am. I find I enjoy making you happy. I love the way you taste. I was a fool. May I, please Ma'am?" I stood and placed her gently at the edge of the bed so I could kneel before her—between her sweet legs. I began this time by lifting each of her feet and kissing it. I sucked each of her toes on one foot while I massaged the sole of the other. Once done there I began to kiss my way up her legs. When I reached her knees I licked my way up each thigh. I'd been thinking about trying something new and now was as good a time as any. I wrapped my lips around her entire cunt and sucked for all I was worth. I could almost feel the blood rushing in to her labia and clit. I knew I was doing well when she groaned audibly for almost a minute.

I fucked her tunnel with my tongue while tickling her clit with my nose. Bending my tongue up brought it into contact with her G-spot with every thrust. I knew from experience that she loved this—it was a sure way to bring her to a thunderous orgasm. My tongue had gained in strength over the months of eating her pussy; I could keep this up all night if necessary. Sara reacted strongly, squeezing my head between her thighs as her orgasm took over her body. She shook repeatedly as spasm after spasm wracked her body. I held her in place until she had come down then I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

I warmed the water and washed her sensational body. Sara probably could have been a swimsuit model if she wanted to. She was tall—five feet ten inches and 126 pounds—with a curvy figure and absolutely great breasts. While I adored her breasts, she thought her ass was her best feature; it was my second favorite. She had long reddish brown hair that fell straight to her shoulders and the brightest green eyes I had ever seen.

We had first met when my company was contracted to replace a bathroom in her parents' home. I was a second year apprentice and she had just completed her sophomore year at college. We chatted while I worked, but I thought it improper to try to date a customer's daughter. However, when we met later in the summer at the supermarket I asked her out. I knew she was out of my class—I was an aspiring plumber; she was an aspiring professional. I was okay-looking; she was spectacular. I was shocked when she accepted.

Our first date was a disaster. I took her to a bar even though we were both too young to drink, but she went out with me again and again and again. I learned to appreciate museums and galleries; she learned to appreciate softball and bowling; we both loved the beach. Then, somehow, she agreed to marry me. I was the luckiest man on the planet and I had almost blown it.

I helped her from the shower and dried her gently before she pointed to the razor and soap. Kneeling I repeated what had by now become a ritual for us—shaving each other's pubic hair. I stood, still dripping, once I had finished with her. She guided the razor over my skin with expertise. I stood there when she was done, expecting her to replace the cock cage. Instead, she led me back to the bedroom.

"I don't think we'll need that any more, do you, John? You proved tonight that you need my permission to cum. My control is in your mind now, not on your cock. I have something else for you now. I bought it in anticipation of tonight." She reached into her night table and removed a wrapped package. She handed it to me, smiling as she did. "Congratulations, John; you've worked hard to earn this."

I opened the box, dropping the wrapping paper onto the floor. Inside the box was a sterling silver chain, heavy with big links, but short—just big enough to encircle my neck. "This is your new sign, John...your new reminder of our relationship—of your devotion to me. I had it made short because I know that jewelry can be dangerous in your job. You no longer need the cage. I'm sure you would have been terribly embarrassed if any of your friends or co-workers had seen it. I wouldn't want that any more than you would. Please keep it on you at all times as a sign of my love and my respect for my husband." She took it from me and clasped it around my neck.

It looked to be about an inch longer than my neck, making it a comfortable fit, but not one I would have to worry about. I dropped to my knees and hugged her legs. "Thank you, Ma'am. I love it and I love you."

Sara held my face and kissed me, "And I love you, John. We still have a lot of work to do. We have our sexual problems solved. It's time to move on to the next one. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Now let's go to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." Sara pulled me up into the bed. I lay on my back with Sara draped over my left side, her head lying gently on my shoulder.

CHAPTER 3

We sat at the breakfast table sipping our coffee when Sara asked me what I had learned during the first eighteen months of what she termed our experiment. I thought for a moment before responding, "I learned...that I wasn't much of a husband for you. I thought I was, but I wasn't. I behaved like a selfish kid instead of a mature man. I thought our sex life was wonderful and I guess it was for me. I never thought about your needs...not even once. I'm sorry for being such a fool. I think part of it was that I'm insecure about...you know...you being a college grad while I'm not."

Sara's eyes flared. I could see that she was angry. "John, I never want to hear you talk like that again. Do you think college makes a person better or smarter? Take my word for it—it doesn't. Do you think I would marry a stupid person? I wouldn't and I didn't. You are a smart man, probably smarter than a lot of the kids I went to college with. You have a high paying and satisfying job. I read last week that almost half of last year's graduating class is still unemployed and living at home with their parents. You make much more than I do, don't you? You should be proud of your accomplishments, not ashamed. Now come here and kiss me."

"Yes, Ma'am...I'm sorry."

"Sorry you have to kiss me?"

"Uh, no Ma'am; sorry I can be such a fool sometimes."

"You're not a fool, John...you're human." She leaned forward and we kissed. It wasn't passionate, but it was sweet and tender. I loved Sara and now I knew how much she loved me, too. I was still insecure, though, because I knew her friends—all proud of being college graduates—were real snobs who looked down on me. I was always afraid that Jan, her best friend and co-worker, would poison her against me. I was terrified when Sara told me we were going to a party at her house. I begged her to let me stay home, but she refused. "This is one of the things we need to work on, John. You need to learn better social skills. You're okay with your drinking buddies, but when it comes to my friends you're totally lost. You're going...period."

"It's not that I'm lost, Ma'am. Your friends don't like me. They don't think I'm good enough for you and Jan is the worst. She's a real snob. I'm sorry, Ma'am, but that's the truth."

"John...that is not the truth and I'll prove it to you." I held my head down so she couldn't see the tear forming in my eye. I'd do as I was told, but I wouldn't like it. I had never told Sara, but Jan had cornered me at our wedding, telling me over and over what a loser I was and that's she'd convince Sara that she had made a big mistake marrying me.

I dreaded the upcoming weekend. I had pretty much abandoned my friends from high school. Sara did not approve of my going drinking with them after work. She pointed out successfully that they were all still single while I was married. They had nowhere to go while I had a wife waiting at home for me. They accused me of being pussy whipped—if they only knew. One quick look at my imprisoned cock would have told them more than I wanted them to know. I threw them aside for my wife. I was alone except for her.

Sara disliked driving in my truck even though it was almost new and her crummy Chevy was six years old. I drove it that night because her car was in the shop yet again. I'd try to convince her to get a new one that would be more reliable, but now I was steeling myself for the ordeal of the party. I had washed and cleaned the entire vehicle until it shined knowing that we'd need it and how Sara disliked riding in it. We brought a cold case of beer with us and I carried it into the kitchen. I was loading it into the refrigerator when I heard Jan behind me, "Beer...I might have known. Haven't you ever heard of wine or vodka? Poor Sara, having to put up with the likes of you." I just smiled and finished what I was doing before rejoining Sara in the living room. She introduced me to some of the other guests, most notably Phil, Jan's boyfriend and Roger. She told me he was a psychologist at her school. "Ah, yes...John, Sara has told me all about you." He pulled me aside, away from the group. "I'd like to speak with you...about your relationship with Sara, but not here. Can you come to my home tomorrow...in the morning? I think you'll find it worthwhile. Ask Sara...she knows how to get there." He clapped his hand against my shoulder and wandered away. On the outside I was calm, but inside I was boiling.—furious that Sara had discussed our private business with an outsider.

I stood there for almost a minute looking at Sara chatting idly with Jan and a few of her friends from school. I wished I could be anywhere but there at the moment. I was feeling really sorry for myself when I heard someone behind me. "I'm on strict orders not to let anyone stand around alone. Hi, I'm Phil, Jan's boyfriend."

"Oh...hi, I'm John, Sara's husband." We shook hands and chatted for a while before he said he'd do anything for a beer. "Jan thinks it's a lower class thing...won't let me drink it. That wine is okay, but it's not very thirst quenching." I grabbed him by the arm and led him to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and handed him a cold one, taking one for myself. "Ah, thanks, John; I could really use this." He downed almost half the can in a single gulp. I sipped mine, afraid that I'd get drunk and embarrass Sara. I would be especially careful because of Jan's feelings about me.

We talked a while and I found I enjoyed Phil's company. I learned that he was an accountant, or actually that he had a degree in accounting, but was unemployed. He hadn't been able to find a job in the past two years since graduating from college. "It's all I hear about from Jan. Truthfully, I'm getting tired of it."

"You know, my boss is looking for someone to do his books. That's accounting, isn't it? He had this lady doing it, but she got knocked up and she's quitting—going to marry the guy and retire. I'd be glad to talk to him about you. I don't think it'll be full-time; she only worked two days a week, but it's better than nothing. Here, I'll write down the info—Ralph's Plumbing, Ralph Newton; he's the boss and a really decent guy." I wrote down the address and phone number.

He put the card into his pocket and we talked about sports. He was a big Chicago Bulls fan while I rooted for the Heat. We argued amiably about the merits of each team for more than an hour, wandering to another room. I returned somewhat later for another couple of beers when I heard Jan raving about me to Sara, "Sara, you've got to be nuts. What were you thinking—marrying that goofball? He's worthless. You could have gotten anyone from college or even one of the teachers in the high school. Someone with your looks could write your own ticket. God, Sara, what were you thinking—a plumber of all things—someone who handles other peoples' shit for a living." I turned and walked back to Phil. I hoped my face wouldn't show how embarrassed I was. I went back ten minutes later to find the kitchen unoccupied. I grabbed two beers, wishing I could get terribly drunk. Sara found me before I had finished and told me we were leaving. I said good-bye to Phil, took Sara's hand and walked out the door to the truck.

I was silent most of the way home and so was Sara. I was surprised that we had left so early; it was only a bit past eleven. Finally, I got up the nerve to speak, "I spoke to that Roger guy. He said you told him all about me...all about us. How could you? I'm sorry to be disrespectful, but I thought that was private."

"It was private, John, and it still is. Roger is a psychologist. He was a big help with the conditioning program. He showed me what to do and how to do it. Hasn't that worked out well for us? Everything I said to him is confidential. That's why he asked you to his house tomorrow...so nothing would be said in front of the others."

"He told me you had been to his house."

"Yes, I have, John—to talk about you and us in privacy. There's no privacy in school, even in his office. There are always kids coming and going. I had to see him in privacy and there's nothing between us. You'll understand better when you see him tomorrow."

"Who says I'm going?"

"I am, John. I want you to see Roger; it will be good for you. Will you trust me on this? You've trusted me so far. Just trust me a little more...please."

"I heard what Jan said to you."

"I thought I saw you in the dining room. You should have stayed so you could hear what I said back to her. I told her that I was the luckiest woman on earth. I told her that you had a good paying responsible career. I reminded her that you earn more than Jan and me combined and that there was nothing wrong with doing any kind of honest work. I laughed when she compared you to her boyfriend Phil who's still looking for a job after two years and lives with his parents. He's still a boy, John. You're a man—my man. You were right—Jan's a colossal snob. She's still my friend, but you're my husband. I love you, not her and I always will."

I turned into the parking lot and pulled into the slot, stopping and shutting off the truck. I turned to Sara; there were tears in my eyes. I had always been insecure about Sara. I thought she was much better than I was and I still did. She looked at me for a second then reached across the console and pulled me into a long demanding kiss. She broke it a minute later and we got out of the truck, walking hand in hand to our door, Sara leaning against my body.

We were barely in the door when she directed me to the bedroom. "Take off your clothes, John. I want you naked then you can get me naked, too. We have some unfinished business tonight."

"Yes, Ma'am." I practically ripped my clothes off and kissed her neck as I removed her blouse and bra, her skirt and stockings. I was never allowed to initiate sex, but once we started I had carte blanche with her body. I took advantage of that rule now, laying her back on the bed while I dove between her legs. I ate that delicious pussy with passion that even I had rarely exhibited. I kissed every inch of those long sweet legs before moving up to her bald sex which oozed her musky nectar. I lived to hear her groans of delight, bringing her to her first orgasm of the evening.

Sara pulled me up onto the bed with her. We kissed as she licked and sucked her nectar from my lips and cheeks. She pushed me onto my back and lowered herself onto my rock hard flagpole. Sara rocked against my abdomen, grinding her clit into me with incredible strength and force. It was almost fifteen minutes later that she came again. She seemed exhausted when she collapsed onto my chest. She rested there for a few minutes before rising again.

"Now you'll see the benefit of all that conditioning, John." She moved down my body until her mouth was just over my slimy cock, covered with layer after layer of her secretions. If she had any second thoughts about sucking my filthy cock she never showed them. She licked from my balls up to my tip, running her tongue around my helmet before swallowing my entire eight inches in a single gulp. I was amazed—she had never been able to get even half of it into her mouth before. She bobbed up and down for almost five minutes, driving me crazy with lust and desire and need.

Sara smiled lovingly as she rose slightly above my cock. She whispered the words I desperately wanted to hear, "You have my permission, John...cum now!" My cock erupted into her mouth; she swallowed and sucked every drop from my organ. I was completely drained from the experience.

"Tomorrow morning you'll go to see Roger. He's expecting you at ten. When you come home we'll have another talk. Now let's go to sleep. I need it; you did a wonderful job on me tonight."

"Thank you, Ma'am; you did pretty well yourself." I kissed Sara, pulled up the blanket and we fell quickly to a deep sleep.

CHAPTER 4

I was up early as usual to make Sara's breakfast, something I did virtually every morning, following the menu directions she had posted on the refrigerator door the previous evening. This morning she called for bacon and egg sandwiches on hard rolls that she had bought yesterday. Sara always planned ahead. I walked back into the bedroom at 8:30 to wake her. We kissed good morning and I walked her out to the kitchen. We ate quietly until she spoke, "I know you're nervous about speaking with Roger this morning. You have to trust me on this—it's something you have to do for both of us. You will understand once you have spoken with him." She leaned over to touch my forearm and stroke my cheek. She stood, kissed my face and gave me the directions to Roger's house. I was still upset about this whole thing. I thought she had violated my privacy, but I trusted Sara so I went.

Roger lived in an old split-level home. I knew that this kind of house was popular in the fifties and sixties, but had grown out of favor since. I rang the bell and was surprised when someone other than Roger answered. "You must be John. C'mon in, I'm Stan Levine, Roger's partner." I shook his hand and followed him into the house. I knew now why Roger had never been a threat to me or our marriage. "Roger and Sara have shared their knowledge of you with me. I'm a psychiatrist at County Hospital. I hope we've been able to help you. That's all Roger and I ever wanted. Would you like some coffee? I just brewed a pot."

"No, thanks; I just want to find out what's going on here. Is that too much to ask?"

"Not at all, John." I turned to find Roger entering behind me. "Please have a seat, John so I can explain. When Sara first sought my counsel I was sure she was going to file for divorce from you. She was miserable and it was beginning to affect her work at school. That's why she sought my advice. I admit I was astonished a few weeks later when she told me of your offer. It's what saved your marriage and her, too. You should be very proud of yourself. Very few men would ever even think of something like that let alone actually do it.

"Sara has told me several times that you are concerned about what she's done to you, so let me ask you—what do you think she has done to you? I think that will be a good starting point."

"She made it impossible for me to have an orgasm without her. That scares the living hell out of me. What would I do if she left me? I'd be as good as dead."