Turning a Housewife into a Cumslut

Opening up the chat requests, I handed the phone back to my wife. Flushed again she turned, "Chat? Really?"

"Of course, love." I responded. "What could be hotter than real-time praise?"

We smiled at each other and laughed... then began to sort through all the men who wanted so desperately to sext my wife. Some requests made us laugh, some made us cringe, but a select few seemed promising. "Go ahead" I reassured her as she typed a response to some random redditor who we both knew just wanted her to help him get off. I slid myself to the other side of the couch as she chatted so I could bask in her confidence and enjoy the full breadth of her sexual empowerment. Who would have imagined feeling such contentment watching your wife in a sexually charged chat with another man?

She was smiling, laughing, absolutely glowing. But, as content as I was in that moment, I'm also an early riser and my bedtime was far too long past. Just as I kissed her goodnight and began to head to bed, she stopped me. "He wants another picture... in the chat" she said, half aroused, half embarrassed. I took her by the hand, kissed her again, looked into her eyes and said,

"Then be a good girl and give the man what he wants."

As I headed downstairs to bed I looked back just as she was beginning to pull off her shirt.

Like I mentioned, I'm an early riser. Up at 4 am every day. Sadie on the other hand is a bit of a night owl and certainly not a morning person. So you can imagine my surprise when I awoke the next day to find Sadie already up and in the kitchen getting me something ready to take to work for lunch.

"What are you doing up so early?" I asked her as leaned in for a kiss. She draped her arms around my neck and kissed me back - before turning just a bit to hide the enormous grin that had crept across her face.

"I may have never actually went to sleep" she said through lips tight with joy and cheeks blushing red.

My wife of nineteen years, the mother of my children, a woman who not so long ago had not even wanted to sext with her husband, had stayed up the entire night sexting in reddit chat - and I couldn't have been happier or more proud of her. I had about an hour before work so we sat and talked about her experiences, reread the chats together - less the ones where she did all the work getting these dudes off just for them to go silent after they came - but concentrating on the good ones, the redditors who gave her the respect and attention she deserved and made sure she got off as well.

It was a fruitful, honest, open talk. Communication is so essential in a relationship, and we were firing on all cylinders. Of course, the comfort and trust level to which we had gotten in our relationship and communication, and our renewed and quickly intensifying lust for one another meant that our "fruitful, honest, open talk" ended with her naked on the kitchen table as I fucked two orgasms out of her and then came deep in her pussy - but it was a fulfilling end to such a deeply connected and emotional talk. Content, happy, and very curious to continue to explore the path down which we had started, I began packing up to head out for work. When I was nearly finished, she grabbed my hand, handed me my phone and kissed me.

"I think maybe I'll make my own reddit account?" she said with half playful timidness and half seeking of genuine approval.

I smiled. "I really think you should. You wouldn't want to leave your new admirers wanting". I laughed as we pressed our bodies close together, wrapped our arms around each other in an embrace, and allowed ourselves to be enveloped in the safety and security we had worked so hard to build. As I pulled away and headed out the door she asked "What should I post?"

A mischievous grin danced to the corners of my mouth. "Probably your tits."

She laughed. "Obviously. By the way, you're off this weekend, so I just thought I'd tell you that I've already arranged for the kids to go to friends houses Saturday and Sunday night. A whole weekend, just us."

It had probably been damn near a decade since the two of us had an entire weekend to ourselves. My heart leapt into my throat and my imagination began to run wild with possibilities, but I just gave her a wink and a smile.

"Good... I'll need a whole weekend to do all the things I want to do to you. That's what a good girl deserves, after all."

As I drove to work my imagination went into overdrive... but my imagination couldn't scratch the surface of the reality, or the pleasure, that weekend would hold.

Part 4

The next several days were like a symphony. Each melody, each note, each piece of our relationship and newly adventurous sex life, weaved themselves together into a swelling composition; beautiful, emotional, and building to crescendo. Nerd that I am, I spent chunks of my work days researching my wife's newly discovered kinks. Reading about dominance and submission, bondage and praise, and brushing up on my boy scout skills - which now had a much more practical purpose - by practicing tying knots. She continued chatting with various redditors, both men and women. Her bicuriosity had manifested itself long before the evolution of our bedroom; in fact, it had become apparent even before we took the initial baby steps in repairing our sexual relationship. With her confidence on the rise and my support and encouragement, she had found a means to begin exploring it - and after several extremely fulfilling chats, we laughed together that perhaps she had graduated past mere curiosity. I watched her and held her at every opportunity, full with contentment and pride as she explored and bolstered her rediscovered confidence and reclaimed her sexual empowerment.

The most amazing thing about the lead in to that weekend, however, was how much Sadie and I talked to each other. We had dedicated tremendous time and effort to improving our communication as we worked to improve our bedroom - and we were extremely proud of where we had gotten - but this sudden explosion of kinky curiosity and perverse adventure had taken that communication to an entirely different level. It was as if, twenty-two years of being together later, we were back in the puppy love stage of teenage romance. When I worked we exchanged texts nearly minute by minute, when I was home she was in my arms; and we talked, we laughed, we questioned, we communicated.

We talked about boundaries, fantasies, consent, and desire. We spent hours detailing to each other the ins and outs of our sexual interests - what we liked, what we didn't, and what roads we yearned for this exploration to lead us down. We talked about how she wanted to be handled physically by her "dom" and we talked about bedroom names. She loved being called a "good girl" of course, but variety is the spice of life, and to my surprise she decided that she wanted to try being called a "slut". As for me, in my new dominant bedroom role, she had begun to call me "Sir", but - laughing as we discussed it, she told me,

"I don't think I'd ever call my husband "daddy"... that's a little weird, right?"

"Just say what feels right." I assured her with a kiss on the forehead.

We talked about the wide variety of experiences she had found in her reddit chats. Those that made her roll her eyes, those that made her cringe, those that coaxed her fingers to rub herself to orgasm, and all the experiences in between. She had been a stay-at-home mom in a very rural area for nearly fourteen years, so even beyond the lewdness and the sexting, just meeting a complex variety of new people was a breath of fresh air she hadn't realized she'd needed so badly. A couple of nights before our weekend, however, as we talked in the bedroom while I readied myself for bed, I could read the concern on her face when I asked her about her chat luck the previous evening.

"I had to block a guy last night." she began.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" I asked, wrapping her in my embrace.

"Well, it was going well and getting pretty hot, but when I told him I was married all he wanted to talk about was "cucking" you... that's not what this is... that's not what I want."

Smiling, I reached my hand up beneath her chin - softly, gently, so that her eyes rose to meet mine. When our eyes met, I slid my hand slowly and deliberately from her chin down to her neck, just beneath the jaw. I opened my grip to wrap my hand around her throat firmly, something she had told me she wanted during the week's discussion, and as I pushed her head back a sudden soft, quivering gasp of pleasure escaped her lips.

There was a time when my relaxed, accommodating, attentive personality would perhaps have allowed a sliver of doubt to assault my ego that "cucking" was exactly what "this" was - but that time was long past. With the strength of our relationship, the completeness of our communication, and her unyielding desire for my control, there was no doubt that I knew exactly how this situation would play out. Tightening my grip slightly, I lowered my lips to Sadie's ear, allowing my warm breath to cascade over it before I lowered my voice and whispered,

"Bless his heart. He really thinks that's how it would go? You're mine. You do as I say... and anyone who wants to fuck you does as I say as well. Don't they slut?"

Her knees weakened slightly as a deep smile pulled her lips tight, "yes.. sir".

"Good girl. Next time you find a chat request you want to take, why don't you make it a group chat and I'll show you exactly who is in control."

My grip loosened and my hand slid from her throat around to the back of her head, pulling her lips to mine. As we kissed I held her tightly for a long moment before my hands grasped her shoulders and I pushed her down to the bed. As she lay there, hunger in her eyes, I began to unbutton my shirt. When that was done I took a step forward and reached down to curl my fingers beneath the waist of her pants and panties, I could feel the anticipation and the butterflies radiating from her skin as I looked in her eyes once more and growled, "your mine", before nearly ripping her clothing as I tore it from her body.

'Yes, sir." she moaned, spreading her legs open to give herself to me, her pussy already shimmering with its wetness. After I unfastened my pants, pulling them and my boxers to the floor and allowing my already hard cock to spring free, I grasped her thighs with my hands, pulling her forcibly toward me. "Good girl," I affirmed again as I took her once, and then again before I drifted to sleep that night.

The next morning - the day before our weekend of debauchery was to begin - as I sat at my little desk in my little office at work, my phone buzzed with a chat request notification. Sadie had brought me into a group chat with a redditor. The chat had started platonically, with him asking her for some relationship advice, but had begun turning sexual as he not-so-subtly asked her for help "relieving his stress". My loving wife would tell me later, after we were finished, that it was the hottest chat she had ever had.

I trust my wife implicitly, she is a strong independent woman with a very well-known track record of not taking shit off of anyone. I didn't need to be in this chat for me - being a "dom" isn't my kink, and is so paradoxical to my real personality to be almost comical - I needed to be in this chat for her. Her trust and connection to me precipitated the freedom she was enjoying to give in to her own desires, and submit herself to them - and to me - completely. I needed her to see that the security and safety she felt with me would never change, no matter what discoveries and experiences we may encounter during our journey of exploration.

My presence in that chat wasn't about me boosting my ego by making some show of being in control, it was about boosting my wife's sense of safety and security by doing just enough that she knew I was in control, that I would always be in control - and just enough to make her drunk with passion. So I watched the chat as my wife and this redditor sexted, only interjecting when needed. Little things, like making sure he knew that this experience was for her enjoyment and she was to be praised like the dirty little slut she was, making sure she knew how good a girl she was as she described all the ways she would please this stranger, making him say "please" when he asked to see her tits, and making sure he asked for her consent before sending her a video clip of his cum exploding all over her picture.

Everyone left satisfied.

Later that afternoon, after texting me that she had reread that chat about three times and gotten herself off each time, she sent me a picture of a shopping cart with the text, "Getting some supplies for the weekend"

"Great," I responded, "Anything interesting?"

A few seconds passed before she replied, "Look in the cart love".

I opened the picture again and gave it a look: water - of course hydration would be very important, some of our favorite foods and snacks - obviously we'd need to keep our energy up... but then I saw it. A box of condoms; and my heart rate quickened.

Why would a man who has been married to his wife for nearly twenty years and had a vasectomy a decade ago be excited that his wife was buying condoms, you ask? Well, to understand why my heart was beating out of my chest at this prospect, we need to consider the situation Sadie and I had been in and that we were, with increasing speed, rapidly moving away from; to put it plainly, Sadie did not enjoy giving oral sex.

I, on the other hand, desperately love to bury my head between her legs and explore every inch of her pussy with my tongue - flicking it rapidly across her clit - before sucking that pulsing pleasure gently against my lips until she shudders with ecstasy. Sadie's reluctance to give oral sex, however, was an underlying source of disconnect in our relationship for a very, very long time.

She did not do blowjobs.

In our twenty-two years of being together she had brought me to orgasm with her mouth exactly once, when we were in our early twenties. She would take me into her mouth for a few seconds on occasion early in our marriage but it had been so long since even that had happened that I could not remember it. We had tried talking about it countless times as our sexual disconnect was widening and she always told me that her hang up was cum. The taste, the smell, even the sight of semen made her want to gag. She could not - would not do it. Her exact words were, "if you ever came in my mouth or on my face I would cut your dick off." And if you knew Sadie you would know that was absolutely not an empty threat.

Several times in my search for compromise and common ground I suggested that if the cum was really her hang up, I would be more than happy to wear a condom if it meant getting a blowjob. She had never taken me up on that offer... until now. That box of condoms in that shopping cart meant that my wife had every intention of giving me a blowjob for the first time in ten, maybe fifteen years. My cock hardened instantly at the thought.

When I got home that evening I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deeply. "Are you serious?" I asked.

"100%" she responded.

After the kids were in bed that night, nervous with anticipation of what the weekend would bring, we talked about the day's surprise development. She expressed to me how thankful, how grateful she was not only for the dedication and work that she and I had devoted to fixing our sex life, but the patience and caring I had shown while we walked that long path. She told me that I had been so wonderful in helping her fulfill what she needed - even when she wasn't sure what it was herself, like posting her nudes on reddit, or so giving in embracing her kinks that were not necessarily "my thing", like restraining her, calling her names, and being her "dom", that she wanted to give me something of herself in return. Something that wasn't "her thing" - like giving me a blowjob.

She took me into her mouth for the first time in a long time that night, only for a bit so we didn't bother with the condoms, but the trust, acceptance, and connection I felt in that moment was as good as any orgasm. After that, we made love. Softer, more vanilla than we'd been since this unexpected period of discovery had exploded into our lives, but we took pleasure in the softness and connection... and I'm certain a bit in the anticipation of knowing that for the next two days - all bets were off.

I awoke the next morning - 4 am as always - with Sadie comfortably under my arm. The curve of her ass pressed into my crotch softly, and had been for sometime judging from the fullness of my erection. I shifted slightly to kill my alarm before it went off and when I did an almost imperceptible moan escaped my wife's lips as my hard cock bounced across her ass before escaping away. In the early morning darkness, a smile crept to my lips as my hands crept across Sadie's curves. It was officially the weekend, was it not? As one hand slid beneath her shirt to caress her tits, the other pushed aside the skimpy panties she was wearing to busy itself preparing her pussy for its first fuck of the day.

As she moaned and began to sway her hips to rub her ass across my cock I stopped. I thought I would offer the first surprise of the weekend by giving Sadie a 4 am wake up fucking, but my clever wife had beaten me to the punch. As my fingers found her pussy, she was not only already slick with her own juices, but neatly trimmed - not something she'd done in a long time - the rush of that surprise was incredible. Her passion, her empowerment, her sense of adventure, it drove me wild and what was supposed to be a gentle good morning fuck, became something more animalistic as I flipped her onto her back, tore her shirt over her head and took her now erect nipples into my mouth. Her soft moans drove me forward and my index finger sunk inside her as my thumb rubbed and caressed until her back began to arch and her eyes began to open. She awoke to the grip of her first orgasm taking control of her body.

As the electricity of that first release subsided, I kissed her as she began to gently fondle her tits and pull at her nipples. I pulled back to watch while she played with herself for me. Teasing me. Only a minute later I found my hands on her hips, flipping her onto all fours. Her breathing was shallow and fast and her heart was racing as I kissed along her back gently, working upwards along her spine. When I was close enough I knew she could hear, I quietly whispered, "be a good girl and grab that headboard." A muffled murmur of pleasure was her only response as she did what she was told and I took her from behind. Slowly at first, but very quickly harder and harder until her moans became wanting screams she had to muffle with a pillow to avoid waking the kids. When her slick pussy tensed around my cock as she came the second time, and her primal screams of "oh my god" became audible even through the pillow she held to her face, it became too much and I pushed into her deeply as my cock erupted - filling her full as she sank back to the bed in post orgasmic euphoria.

I kissed her, pulled the sheets back over her naked body, and got up to start my day.

A few hours later, after I'd had my morning coffee, knocked out a few insufferable chores, made the kiddos breakfast (french toast, their favorite), and gotten them each thoroughly engrossed in activities of their own interest, I snuck downstairs, opening our bedroom door quietly to find Sadie still sleeping, rays of morning sunlight peeking through the curtains and accentuating each curve of her body, still naked beneath the sheet. I undressed, slid in beside her, and pushed the sheet down to reveal her soft skin and magnificent figure. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled.