Satisfying Stephanie Ch. 01

I stared, feeling my cheeks blushing with humiliation but saying nothing. Stephanie raised an eyebrow and I knew she wasn't going to leave until I answered.

I felt tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. "Yes."

"Yes what?" She asked, still holding me in her gaze.

"Yes, it's okay with me."

"Excellent! Feel free to join us if you want some pointers," she said with a grin as she led Mark upstairs.

I sat on the couch, feeling totally rejected and heartbroken... and turned on. My cock was once again rock hard at the thought of my wife fucking her lover upstairs. After maybe an hour I couldn't take it any longer; Stephanie wasn't the only one who needed relief every now and again. I stripped off quickly and began stroking my cock, thinking of the much bigger one that Steph was enjoying upstairs. Turned on as I was, I couldn't really get into it - my head just wasn't in the right place. Finally, I couldn't contain myself any longer. I had to see what they were doing up there, I just had to! I stood up, pulling up my trousers, went upstairs and opened my bedroom door. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me quickly before I could change my mind.

Mark was lying on the bed, gazing up at my wife as she straddled him. She was bouncing up and down energetically, groaning with pleasure as his cock slid in and out of her. When I closed the door she turned and smiled, apparently glad to see me.

"Hi Jason," she gasped, "come to get a good look at what a real cock is like?"

I stood motionless, trembling with shame but unable to make myself leave. I had an excellent view of the action. The sight of my wife's cunt riding up and down that fat cock was amazing; Steph was wetter than I had ever seen her before, her juices were practically trickling down his cock. Every time she moved I could hear a distinct slurping noise that sounded incredibly dirty and sordid.

"Oh, I'm so close," Stephanie said breathlessly. "Oh that's right, do it. Oh god, do it to me! Fuck me!"

Mark reached down and began to brush his thumb lightly over her clit. It's not something I have ever been good at - hell, there's nothing about sex I've ever been any good at according to Stephanie - but she was so turned on that in just a few seconds she erupted into orgasm. It was nothing like those she had faked for me in the first months of our marriage; her whole body tensed up and she threw her head back and let out a long, shuddering moan before sinking down on top of Mark.

"Oh wow, that was amazing," she said after resting for a few minutes. "I could go on like that all night. In fact, I think I will!"

Mark laughed and glanced at me. "And what about him?" He asked, his voice dripping contempt.

"Oh, let him enjoy the view. I'm sure he'll find it most educational. Come on, let's show him how a real man fucks."

She rolled over and spread her legs and Mark climbed on top of her, still erect from shafting her before. It was the first time I'd seen that particular part of him up close. I couldn't say that it was so many inches long or thick - I didn't have a ruler to hand, after all! But it was easily twice the size of my own hard-on, both in thickness and length. The dark purplish head stood proudly at the end, bulging obscenely. It occurred to me that although he had brought Stephanie to a climax, he hadn't come himself. That must take considerably more control than I'd ever managed. He smiled when he saw me looking on so enviously and waved it in my direction.

"I know," he said, "impressive as hell isn't it?"

Stephanie laughed. "That it is," she said happily. "After nearly a year married to needle-dick here, it's a dream come true. Now put it where it belongs."

He guided that immense tool into her cunt. She gasped sharply as he pushed the head into her with one single hard thrust. "Oh god, it's so fucking big," she moaned, "Uh, just hold it there a minute, give me a chance to get used to it."

He waited while Stephanie struggled to control her breathing and relax enough to let him proceed. He stroked her hair, comforting her while she got used to the most welcome intrusion. After a few minutes she nodded, and Mark began to inch the rest of his cock slowly into her. It seemed to take an eternity, but finally he was all the way home. He rested a minute, then began to pull out again. I watched as inch after inch of his shaft slid out until the head was just threatening to pop out of her cunt; he stopped for a moment, then leaned forwards and slid the whole thing back into her in one smooth movement. Stephanie jerked and let out a gasp as he pushed home.

Mark set up a steady slow rhythm, thrusting in and out of my wife in long languid strokes. She moaned every time he pushed into her and I wondered what it must be like to be penetrated like that, how it would feel to have that giant cock thrusting deep inside time and time again. If Steph was any indication, it felt pretty damned good!

After a while Mark began to speed up the strokes, just a little. He also inched his body a little bit forwards, and I realised that he was changing the angle of the penetration. He kept doing this every now and again, inching forwards just a little each time. Each time Steph's moans became that bit deeper and more urgent and eventually I realised that he was gradually bringing his shaft into contact with her clitoris. Her breathing began to come faster and faster, and I could see her tensing as another orgasm approached. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his buttocks, pulling him deep into her cunt and crying out once more as the orgasm consumed her.

Eventually she released him, and Mark pulled out and sat back on his knees. I was amazed; he'd fucked my wife to orgasm twice now, and still hadn't come himself. The man must have amazing self-control.

"See, darling?" Steph said as she sat up. "That's how a real man does it. What did you think?"

"Incredible," I said, genuinely impressed in spite of myself. She smiled that wicked smile she always gets when she's thought of a particularly nasty idea.

"Well don't just stand there," She said, "thank the man!"

"Thank him?" I could hardly believe my ears. "For what?"

"I thought my happiness was important to you? Well, Mark here has just given me one of the best fucks of my life and made me very, very happy. So, you should be delighted, shouldn't you? I think you owe the man a little appreciation."

"I don't think so," I said. There are limits, after all!

Stephanie levelled that hypnotic gaze of hers at me again. "Darling, do you love me?"

"Of course I do! You know that."

She stood and walked over to me, taking my face in her hands, caressing my cheek gently. "Say it again."

I felt a single tear slide slowly down my cheek. I was choked with a jumble of emotions - lust, guilt, shame, remorse... but one other which stood above all. "Steph, I love you more than anything else in the world. Nothing else really matters to me but you."

"And I love you too, in my own way." Her voice was a low murmur, too quiet for Mark to hear. This was private business between us. "I'm not going to force you into doing anything you don't want to do. You're a free agent. But I want you to do this as proof of your love. You claim that all you want is to make me happy. To that end you've stood by and watched another man pleasure me, because you can't do that yourself. That's more than most men would ever tolerate and trust me when I say that I'm proud of you for it. Prouder than you can know. But I need more from you. If you truly want to make me happy, if you truly love me, you will do this thing for me."

I felt more tears on my cheeks as she spoke. I really had only two choices here; leave my wife for good or accept the terms she was laying down. And that was no choice at all.

"Alright," I whispered. Steph smiled and kissed me deeply.

"Thank you," she whispered back. "Thank you so much. I love you. I know it doesn't seem like it, but I truly do love you. Now go on. I know you can do it."

She sat back on the bed, the familiar smile playing around her lips.

"Thanks," I muttered.

"Come on," she coaxed gently. "Mark just gave me one of the best fucks of my life. Now go on, look him in the eye and do it properly."

I looked up at Mark, who was smiling smugly. My face felt hot with shame; this was truly a new low point in my self-esteem. "Mark, I'd like to thank you for giving my wife the best fuck of her life."

"Why you're very welcome Jason," he said with a big shit-eating grin. "Don't worry my friend, it won't be the last time!"

"Amen to that," Stephanie said with a laugh. "Now, back to business! Darling, I think we need to find another hole to put that cock of yours into!"

She had Mark lie on his back, his cock jutting up like some obscene flagpole. She climbed on top of him and bent her face to his cock, running her tongue over that big head just as if it were a lollipop. Now it was Mark's turn to sigh with pleasure as she worked the point of her tongue into the cleft on the underside of the head, working it around this most sensitive area. Then she worked her way slowly along the shaft and down to his balls. She took each one in turn, licking it sensuously before working her way back up the shaft to the head again. As her lips slid over the head I wondered how she had gained such expertise in the art of fellatio. Certainly not from anything she did with me!

She slid as much of the massive shaft into her mouth as she could manage as I watched, totally fascinated with the scene being played out before me. Stephanie took her lover's huge cock deep into her, and I realised with amazement that I could see her neck actually bulge as that big head pressed into her throat. She took his balls in her hand and began gently playing with them, causing Mark to moan again in pleasure. How I envied him at that moment! Steph's head began to bob back and forth, deep throating her lover with all the assured skill of a professional. She kept it up for an amazingly long time, until Mark finally gasped that he was near to coming; then she withdrew completely and held her mouth open just over the head as she wanked him to a climax. His first spurt hit her cheek and she moved closer, taking four more spurts directly into her mouth. Mark let out a huge sigh as she rolled away and came back to me. A big splash of cum decorated her cheek, slowly sliding downward to her jaw.

"Don't just stand there man, give her a kiss," Mark said. I hesitated, but I could tell by the look on Steph's face that a refusal would not be appreciated. I bent to her and kissed her deeply. She hadn't swallowed - her lover's cum was still in her mouth and she passed it to me, the first time I had ever tasted semen in my entire life. It was slimy and disgusting, like slightly salty cream. I swallowed it down as fast as I could to get rid of the taste as quickly as possible, and then broke away.

"You missed some," she said simply. Sighing, I licked up the dribble of cum on the edge of her mouth. "You know what comes now," Steph said simply.

I turned to Mark, my heart sinking. She seemed determined to make this night as hard as possible. "Thank you for cuming in my wife's mouth, Mark. And for letting me eat your sperm."

"My pleasure Jason," he replied easily before turning to Stephanie. "I know you're an insatiable bitch hon, but I'm pretty beat. Mind if I take a rest before we go another round?"

"Sure thing. Go down and get a drink or something, head back up when you're ready. Hubby and I are going to have a chat."

After Mark had gone downstairs Steph turned around and hugged me, giggling with delight. "Oh Jason, I'm so proud of you!" My hands slid down her back and cupped her arse - an instinctive reaction on my part. Hell, I defy any red-blooded male to have Steph hug him without some response. She released me and slapped my hands away. "Hey now, hands to yourself silly." There was no reproof in it - she was in too good a mood for that. "I'm so lucky to have you, aren't I? I can't imagine many men would be prepared to do this for their wife."

"Uh... thank you, I think," I said wretchedly.

"You must love me so much. So few husbands even tell their wives that - but how could I ever doubt it, even for a second?"

I had no idea what to think about most of this - my thoughts were a whirlwind. But there was one constant in my life right now, one firm point. "I do love you."

"I know. But, we need to get some things straight. Let's sit down." She sat me on the bed and sat directly in front of me, wrapping her legs around my waist so we were practically crotch-to-crotch.

"Look, I know you're in charge Steph. I'm trying to accept that but it's hard, you know?"

"I know," she said sympathetically. "But there's more to it than that. I don't like too much uncertainty, and you must be wondering where the hell you are going to fit into this new arrangement. You love me, and you say that your only desire is to see me happy. Well, it goes both ways - I love you, and I don't want you thinking I'm going to throw you out in favour of Mark. You don't need to worry about that at all. As far as I'm concerned you are my husband, not him. You stay loyal to me and you will stay my husband until death do us part.

"But sexually speaking, I'm a free agent. I shall fuck who I want, when I want."

"I know, an open marriage. But-"

"No!" She said sharply. "Don't make that mistake. We do not have an open marriage."

"Huh? But... well, what do you mean?"

"In an open marriage both parties are free to see other people. We've agreed that I am free to fuck other people, but nobody ever said anything about you. I expect you to be faithful to me Jason, as a husband should be."

"Okay." That at least was an easy one - frustrated and miserable as I was, she was still all I wanted.

"But it's clear to me Jason, if this is going to work then we can't go on the way we have been. It's not fair towards you."

"Not fair how?"

"I feel like you're being excluded too much. Like I've been shutting you out of my sex life. Sitting down the pub all those nights, that can't have been a happy experience for you. No more of that - from now on you stay home. It's also clear to me that I need to be in charge from now on. I'm effectively ruling the roost here already, and I think we both need that. I think that's the only way this marriage is going to work. Agreed?"

"Do I have a choice?" I said disgustedly.

"Don't be like that," she said sharply. "Jason, that was rude and uncalled for. I won't accept rudeness from you, is that clear?"

I sighed. "Yes."

"You may not like some aspects of what I am doing, Jason, but the decisions I am making are made in the interest of keeping this marriage alive. That is what you say you want. You can walk out the door any time you want and I will give you a divorce without hesitation. It'd break my heart, but I'll do it if it's what you want. But if you are going to stay here and be my husband, then you do that openly and honestly. I will not allow you to stay here so you can bitch and moan about it."

I took a deep breath. Put like that, it almost seemed unfair to complain. I'd said I would do anything to save my marriage... well, this was what it was going to take.

"I'm sorry. I agree, you need to be in charge. You make the rules."

"Good. To underscore our new relationship, I think we need a new attitude. You need to be more polite and deferential, both to me and to Mark. I can't see you walking around saying 'mistress' or 'goddess' all over the place, but a more formal mode of address is appropriate. So from now on a simple "ma'am" will do. And as well as obeying me you will obey Mark and address him as "sir", understood?"

"What if you tell me not to do something and he tells me to do it?"

"Then you obey me, silly. I'm your wife... you'll love, honour and obey me, always."

I nodded.

"Now, things are also going to be different outside the bedroom. It's one thing to agree that you're going to be the submissive one, but we aren't going to just pay this lip service. So for example, you'll be doing the housework from now on - I know you've done your share, and I appreciate that, but I want you to do it all. Cooking, cleaning, gardening, the works. And I'll be taking control of the finances - the joint bank account is going over into my name, though you will keep paying your salary into it, as is the house and car. There will be other things, but you'll work them out as we go along."

"Will Mark be living with us?" I asked, then added a hurried "ma'am?" at her look.

"No, Mark has his own place. But he will be a regular visitor, don't worry about that. Speaking of which, let's get him back in here. I feel like having a nice juicy tounge in my cunt."