Ugly Pt. 04: Fixing My Wife

The first was a girlfriend he'd had a long time ago who'd started playing the same games my wife did. He'd gotten tired of her shit, and dumped her and she ended up with some guy who treated her like shit. Thing is though, they are still together, and he still treats her like shit, yet she's one of the happiest women he knows. The second one wasn't one of his girlfriends, she was someone else's. They'd almost split apart until one of their older more experienced friends convinced him to try treating her like a slave in the bedroom. He wasn't sure if they were still together now, since he'd lost track of them. But, all the problems they'd been having had cleared up when he'd started treating her that way. Not beating her or anything like that, just treating her like a cheap slut in bed was all it took. The third was his again, and when she'd started that shit, he'd figured he had nothing to lose and tried it himself. The change in the girl had been surprising and she'd done anything he'd wanted her to. The only problem was that it was the only kind of sex she wanted, and he had wanted some normal stuff too. So, they'd ended up going their separate ways because he didn't want it her way all the time. That's why he knew what was wrong with my wife, because he'd seen the exact same type of games before.

When he saw that I still didn't believe him, he told me he could prove it to me if I wanted him to. That's when I understood that he had another motive behind bringing up this subject now. I mean, my wife is a beautiful woman and I know lots of guys would love a chance to fuck her. So I asked him if that's what he was getting at, that he wanted my permission to try and fuck my wife. He said why not, I was fucking his girlfriend wasn't I, and he wasn't complaining. I laughed and said he was more than welcome to try, and that I honestly hoped he'd succeed. He told me he knew he'd succeed, but he needed a little help from me to set things up initially. The idea was simple, I was to clear the way for him by having my wife send our son to a friend's house on Friday night by making her think I was going to spend the night with her not Ugly. After that, I was to leave the rest up to him, and he'd fill in any missing details during lunch on Monday. I figured I had nothing to lose, except her being pissed at me for a couple of days. So on Friday, while I was at work I sent her a message saying to have our son spend the night with our old neighbor's son because I had something special planned for after our exercises were over. Then I went and had a great night with Ugly, enjoying it as much as I could knowing the fight that'd be waiting when I got home.

The first clue that I might have been wrong was that not only was my wife not mad, she even hugged and kissed me when I slid into bed in the morning. It didn't go any further than that, but it was a sign that she was definitely pleased about whatever had happened the night before. I didn't ask her what had happened though, because that was one of the things my friend and I had talked about. No, it wasn't a part of the deal, that I wouldn't ask questions. It was supposedly for the same reason these women wanted to be treated that way. They wanted to act like total sluts, and do anything a man could possibly want them to do. At the same time, they were ashamed of wanting to do those things, which is why they wanted to be forced to do them in the first place. You couldn't expect them to admit that they'd enjoyed doing things they were ashamed of wanting, could you? He'd told me that was another mistake I'd made, wanting to talk about it afterward, because it made her uncomfortable. I should have just done it, and let her increased happiness tell me what I needed to know. And, she definitely was more cheerful and less of a bitch the rest of the weekend.

On Monday, that was the first thing my friend had asked, if she'd been a happier person. When I'd told him yes, he asked if I'd done anything to take advantage of it. I admitted that I hadn't even tried because I was enjoying the stress free weekend and didn't want to fuck it up. Had I tried things the way I was used to, she might have gone back to playing her games. And had I tried force like I did before, I'd probably get the same results I did then. So, I'd just left things alone until I had a chance to find out how he'd done what I couldn't do. He said there was no secret to it, he'd just told her what he wanted and she'd done it. I told him I didn't believe it was that simple, so he needed to start from the beginning. Like what had happened when he showed up at the house, and how he'd convinced her to have sex with him. I mean, I didn't think she just jumped into his arms as soon as she opened the door. And I didn't think she led him to our bedroom without some kind of fight. So I wanted all the details about how he'd pulled it off.

He said that there been some resistance, of course there had, that was part of the whole game. When he'd rung the doorbell, at around 10 PM, she'd opened the door and asked where the hell I was. Had I lied to her about going exercising, since we weren't together? He said no, we'd gone exercising, but I was probably in bed with my girlfriend by now. She said something about me being a lying son of a bitch and breaking my promise to her, then asked what he was doing there then. He told her that I hadn't broken any promises to her, I'd just told her I had something special planned for her. He was that something special that I'd planned for her, so I'd kept my promise. As for why he was there, that was simple; he was going to fuck the shit out of her. He said her mouth dropped open and her eyes almost popped out of her head when he said that. And, of course, she immediately told him that he was crazy and that he should get the fuck out of our house. He just looked her back in the eyes and told her to shut up, and after kicking the door closed behind him, told her to get on her knees where she belonged.

She didn't argue, and did exactly what he said, but she just knelt there and didn't do anything else. So, since she obviously wanted to be told what to do every step of the way, that's what he did. In a commanding tone he asked her what the fuck she was waiting for. She knew why she was on her knees, so she should take his dick out if his pants and start sucking. And that was exactly what she was waiting for, because as soon as he said it her hands jumped to his zipper and started pulling it down. No hesitation, no complaints and no back talk, just smiling eyes looking up at him as she stuffed his cock into her mouth. And, a few minutes later, when he told her he was getting ready to cum in her mouth, and she was going to swallow it all, she just moaned and started sucking more enthusiastically. She did gag a little, but she didn't pull away, and she kept sucking until he told her to stop. Then she knelt there licking her lips, waiting for his next command.

When he told her to get her ass in the bedroom and take off her clothes, again there was no argument. She just got up and headed that way, although he was sure the wiggle she put in her ass was just for him. By the time he got there, she was already naked and standing there waiting because he hadn't told her to lie on the bed yet. And she immediately did what he said when he told to lay down and play with herself while he finished undressing. The only time she balked was when he told her to tell him that she wanted him to fuck her. He figured that was because it would ruin the game if she admitted that she wanted it. He fixed that by telling her he didn't care if she really wanted it or not, but, she was going to say it as if she did, and make him believe it. That freed her up to beg for him to put his cock inside her and fuck her like the slut she was. By the way, the wording wasn't his, it was hers, including the slut part. Then he made her actually put his cock in her pussy instead of putting it in there himself.

After pounding into her for about 15 or 20 minutes, he pulled out and told her to roll over and get on her hands and knees. Then he told her to reach back and spread her ass cheeks open because he was going to fuck her there now. Again, no hesitation, and no argument, just a moan as he slid into her asshole. After he finished cumming there, he lay on his back and told her to suck his cock hard again so he could fuck her some more. She started doing that, but then the baby woke up and wanted to be breast fed. He said I might object to what he did next, but if he let her use the baby as an excuse, she'd try to use it every time. So, he told her to go ahead and feed the baby, but she was going to keep sucking his cock while she did it. The only argument she made was a reasonable one, so he let her have her way on it. That was that she didn't want him on the side the baby's head was on. So, he knelt on the side away from where the baby was breast feeding, and fucked her mouth slowly that way. He said that I got the idea, and that he'd cum in her pussy once, her ass twice, and twice in her mouth too, before he left in the morning. And other than the baby thing, she hadn't protested at all no matter what he told her to do.

After having heard his story, I thought a lot about how I could get the same things from my wife. But, I didn't do anything except think because I still wasn't sure he was right. Oh, I didn't doubt that they'd had sex of some kind or another, my wife's behavior when I got home that morning was proof enough of that. I just wasn't sure that things had happened exactly the way he'd said they did. Even if they had, there was no guarantee the same things would work for me. First off, my friend is a lot bigger than I am, so it was easier for him to intimidate her. Secondly, since my wife had already shown she could stop me with the right words, she'd probably just laugh if I tried the same things he did. And, finally, I didn't even know if I could do the things he'd done even if she would react the same way. As I've said over and over again, I'm the romantic type, and acting like he had really wasn't in my nature. So, the week rolled on, and my wife's happiness faded more with each passing day. And at no time had she made any mention of what had happened that night, that is until Friday. That's when she sent me a message asking if I was planning another special night for her. Why the hell not, if it would make her happy for a few days.

So I called my friend, and he said he'd be glad to, I sent her a message back saying yes.

If it sounds like I was a little depressed by this situation, it's because I was depressed. My friend fucking my wife didn't bother me, especially since Ugly was now officially his girlfriend and I was fucking her. No, what was bothering me was the same thing that had bothered me after our swinging attempts. That was the fact that my wife responded to another man in ways she never responded to me. It didn't depress me enough to ruin my night with Ugly. There's no way I could stay depressed when I was making love to her. But, it did make me decide that even if I failed miserably I had to try to get those reactions from my wife. And, I had to try as soon as I got home, because if I waited I'd lose my nerve and not be able to do it at all.

My friend had obviously worn my wife out more this time, because she was asleep when I got home. That almost made me decide to wait, but again I knew that I had to do it now or I'd chicken out later. So, I stripped naked and stood next to the bed before gently shaking her awake. Then before she could say much more than good morning, I told her to open her mouth. When she started to say something, I did exactly what my friend had said he'd done, and told her to shut up and just open her mouth like I told her to. When she said no, I just hardened my voice and told her to open it now, and like magic she did. Then I moved forward, slid my cock between her lips and told her to start sucking it softly like she knew I wanted it. My friend had been right about her eyes smiling, because they were smiling up at me now. One thing he didn't mention was whether or not he'd talked dirty to her. Well, other than making her beg him to fuck her that is. But, I was feeling pretty good that ordering her to suck my cock had worked, so I decided to treat her more like a slut. With that decision, I told her I hoped she liked how my dick tasted with my girlfriend's pussy juice all over it, because she was going to get to suck it after every one of my dates. When that made her moan and start sucking more vigorously, I said that next time I might fuck my girlfriend's ass right before I came home so she could taste that too. You should have seen how the light in her eyes brightened and how she went crazy trying to suck me after I said that.

I still couldn't believe that just using a commanding tone of voice had made such a change in my wife. And the enthusiasm with which she was sucking me was something I'd only seen, and never felt before. So naturally, I reached the point of no return fairly quickly. I knew she wouldn't stop me from cumming in her mouth this time, but I also didn't want her to gag since it would take some of the good feeling away. So I told her the trick that Ugly had learned from the internet, and that was to start swallowing before I started cumming, so she wouldn't get caught off guard, which was why women gagged. Then I proceeded to empty my balls into her sucking mouth. And, like my friend had said, she not only swallowed it all, she kept right on sucking until I told her she could stop.

Then, without saying a word to each other, we curled up together and slept for a little bit.

Sunday night, I used the same tone of voice to send her to the bedroom so I could fuck her. And, like she had with my friend, she stripped and was waiting by the bed when I got there. The big test though came Wednesday night, when I decided to see if I could get the one thing she'd always refused me. When I first mentioned that I planned to fuck her in the ass, I did get the same refusal I'd always gotten before. But 5 minutes before I planned to go to bed, I took a small dish and filled it with margarine from the fridge. Then I took it to her, and told her she had 5 minutes to use it to get her asshole ready for my cock. And, I told her that if she didn't want to use it, that was up to her, but in 5 minutes I was going to fuck her ass whether she was ready or not. Then I went out on our balcony to smoke a cigarette to give her time to think. Unlike with my friend though, she wasn't on her hands and knees holding her ass cheeks open when I got there. She was in the bedroom, and she had the dish of margarine I had given her, but that was as far as it went. And when I asked if she was sure she didn't want to get herself ready first, she said she didn't have to because she wasn't going to let me fuck her there.

This was it; the big test that I'd known would come sooner or later. Until now she'd played along because they were things we'd done when she'd been in the mood for me to make love to her normally. This though was something she'd never let me do before, and something she'd only done when her lovers had been strong enough and forceful enough. Now, before she'd let me do it, I had to prove that I could be as forceful as them, a test I'd always failed before. I could have snapped at her and made her jump, I could have raised my voice to her, and I could have even raised my hand in the universal threat gesture. But, those kinds of actions went against my personality, because I wasn't a violent person. Besides, true strength does not threaten those weaker than them. I had way more inner strength than any man who resorted to violence, and I'd proven that over and over by showing restraint when a simple slap would have gotten me what I wanted. Yet, my wife had to be shown that I had that strength, since she didn't understand what it had taken for me to restrain myself over the years.

So, I sat down on the bed, and asked her to sit down next to me. Then I looked her in the eyes and said that she knew I loved her and didn't want to hurt her in any way. When she smiled at that, I continued by saying that I'd asked her to do this one thing for me many times over the years, and she'd always refused. But, she'd done it willingly with other men, while still denying it to me, and up until now, I hadn't done anything to force her to do it. When she smiled an even bigger smile this time, I put only the slightest edge in my voice before continuing. Then I told her that I was no longer willing to accept that situation and, one way or another, I was going to fuck her in the ass tonight. So, since it was her first time doing this with me, I was going to give her one last chance to do what I had told her to do. If, when I came back this time, she was not on her hands and knees, holding her ass cheeks open for me, I was going to do it the hard way, and without any kind of lubrication. I gave her a minute to look in my eyes and see that I meant what I said, then without another word, I got up and left the room.

When I returned this time, there was a definite difference in what I saw. She was now naked and laying face down on the bed, but as soon as she heard my footsteps, she raised up on her hands and knees. Then, leaning forward until her head was on the bed, she reached back with both hands to show me her now greased up asshole. I wasted no time dropping my shorts and moving up behind her. Then, grabbing hold of her hips, and lining my cock up with her asshole, I shoved forward as hard as I could. She let out a small scream as half my cock buried itself inside her, then without waiting for her to catch her breath; I shoved again and buried the rest of it. I know I had hurt her, but I didn't apologize because that wasn't how the game was played. Instead, I told her that if she had done what I told her the first time, I wouldn't have been so rough, and that I hoped she'd be smarter from now on. Then, after giving her less than a minute to get used to me, I started slowly fucking in and out. Once I felt all resistance cease, I increased my speed and the hardness of my strokes to those I used when fucking her pussy. And then, as I had done when I fucked her mouth, I started talking dirty to her.

I told her that had she told of exactly what she wanted instead of playing games with me, we could have been doing this all along. And, it could have been just her and I; if that's the way she wanted it. But, since she'd forced me to go out and find a girlfriend, things were different. It wouldn't be just us anymore, because I'd decided I wasn't going to give up my weekly dates. Not only that, I'd also decided to give her to my best friend permanently on my date nights, since it was his girlfriend I was fucking. So, I hoped she was happy with the situation she'd created, since that was how it was going to be from now on. Although she didn't say anything in reply, I know she had no complaints about what I'd just told her. That's because she started moaning loudly and pushing her ass back hard against my cock. And when I pulled out after cumming inside her, she almost forgot about the game for a minute. Instead, she immediately got between my legs, and only stopped herself at the last second. Otherwise she wouldn't have waited for me to tell her to, before sucking my cock hard again for the next round.

I'm still not 100% satisfied with our sex life, because she still won't do anything unless I tell her to. But, I am very happy with the way she does those things once I give the orders. And, she no longer hesitates to do anything I tell her to do, even if it's every night of the week. As I said in Fucking Ugly, I still spend one night a week making love to my girlfriend, even though she's now married to my best friend. And, true to my word, my wife belongs to my best friend on those nights, to use anyway he wants to. Not only that, Ugly is also in on the games my wife likes to play. Because not only do my best friend and I swap wives once a week, we also get together as a group once a month or so. And, while Ugly isn't into making love to another woman, she has no problem ordering my wife to lick her clean after us guys fuck her pussy and her asshole. As for my wife, she'll never come right out and say she loves her new sex life, but we all know she does. That's because she shows it in other ways when we're not in bed, and when we are, that smile never leaves her eyes.