Clean Me

"Clean me," she said.

"No."

"WHAT? How dare you? I told you to clean me Sissy. Now do it."

"No."

"Clean me or get your worthless ass out."

"You sure?"

"You heard me. You clean my pussy right now or get out."

"Done." I said, and without another word I gathered my pillow and my book and started for the guest room.

"And just where do you think you're going?" she demanded.

"I'm going to stay in our guest room until I can find an apartment. I'll start looking on Monday and I should be out of here within a week. On Monday I'll also make an appointment with a divorce lawyer. You should be hearing from him in a few days to arrange for the division of assets. You should probably find yourself an attorney as well."

My wife looked stunned. "You said that this was what you wanted. This whole thing was your idea and now you're leaving me?"

"I said I wanted to watch you having sex with another man. I said I'd like to experiment with sharing you a little to spice up our relationship. I said I'd even let you play a little bit with cuckolding. I never said I wanted to give you away. I never asked to be disrespected or humiliated or replaced. I was trying to enrich our marriage, not destroy it, but that's what you're doing and I want no part of it."

"Now wait a minute. Get back in here this minute."

"I'll talk to you at breakfast. Goodnight," and I left the room.

I went into the spare bedroom and locked the door behind me. It was going to be a long night.

**************

I'd been Alice's 'fella' for as long as I could remember. We'd taken each other's virginities in high school and had really never dated anybody else. At the time all this happened, We were both in our thirties, in fairly good physical shape. Alice was a brunette, 5' 5" about 130 lbs with a lovely 36C-24-36 figure and a face that turned mens' heads. I was about 5' 10" 180 lbs with thinning brown hair and an average sized 'package', about 6 ½" and about 1 ½" thick. Nothing to be ashamed of, but nothing to write home about either.

Alice and I had been married for twelve years. As I said, we'd been each other's first lovers. We'd gone together all through high school and even managed to stay together through college, partly because our schools were in the same city. Right after we graduated we got married and then found work. Alice was a graphic artist with an advertizing agency and I was a mechanical engineer with a company that manufactured heavy equipment. We both made good money and life was good for several years. By the way, I'm Charlie Ross.

Then about two years ago, things began to change. Our sex life began to decline from three or four times a week to perhaps twice a month. I tried bringing home rented porn DVDs and that got things started for awhile, but after a few months it all began to look the same. Then there were 'toys' bought at a porn shop, but after awhile, they too got old.

I also tried surfing the Internet. You can find anything there. I began to read about the alternatives to monogamy and also visited some of the discussion sites for swingers. It started me thinking. I shared what I found with Alice and, though shocked at first, she too began to look around.

We both thought about sexual variety and it seemed exciting, but we were concerned abut STDs, unwanted pregnancy and also about what it could do to our marriage. In the end, Alice started on the Pill (we'd been using vaginal foam until this) and we began exchanging emails with a couple who were willing to talk with 'newbies' about the lifestyle. They were very upbeat and encouraging about swinging and they understood our concerns having gone through the same issues themselves. Eventually we met a couple who were about our own age and lived in the same city as we do.

We met Bob and Barb at a Village Inn for coffee with no expectations of sex, but after an hour and a half of talking and then flirting, we decided to go back to our house for drinks and 'see what happens'.

What happened was that I wound up in the guest room with Barb and Alice took Bob to our bedroom and we all screwed each other senseless.

Through Bob and Barb we went on to meet other couples and for the most part, we both had a grand time. Sex was new and exciting again, especially the sex Alice and I had with each other after our various playmates went home.

Well, after abut a year of swapping partners, Alice found herself talking with a man named Alan who referred to himself as a 'Bull'. He wanted to talk to us about cuckolding. He said that it added a new dimension to swinging and wanted to meet to discuss it.

Now Alice and I had usually swung in separate bedrooms but I'd always wanted to watch her with another man without the distraction of having to pleasure the other woman and Alice knows this. She pushed for us to talk to this guy.

Alan turned out to be a friendly outgoing sort, enthusiastic and brash, everything that I'm not really. A large man, he stood abut 6' 2" and weighed about 220 lbs. He claimed to be 'hung' as well. It wasn't long before he had Alice talked into trying this and I went along with it, although I admit I wasn't very comfortable with him.

We had a few MFM threesome sessions and Alice loved it. She especially seemed to love his 9 inch penis. She said it gave her sensations she'd never experienced before. I enjoyed it and I must admit that 'sloppy seconds' were exciting as well. Finally, Alan suggested that I should sit one out and just watch him with Alice.

So I got a chair and sat while Alan and Alice screwed each other through four orgasms for Alan and God knows how many times Alice came. She wanted to do that again.

At first, we always had 'make-up' sex after Alan went home and that was good too, but after awhile, Alice began to complain about being too sore down there or else too fucked out for sex and offered to jerk me off instead. After awhile, our sex began to drop off, but she and Alan sere fucking on our bed about three times a week. I was beginning to feel left out.

Then Alan wanted to take Alice out dancing. Now I didn't like that, but Alice was adamant and so one Friday night off they went. They got in about 1:00 AM and went straight to the guest room (I was sleeping in our bed). When I got up to go watch, the bedroom door was locked and I was pissed. I knocked on the door and Alice said that she wanted some alone time with Alan and that she's join me later. I don't know when Alan left and she came to bed, but she was there when I woke up.

Breakfast was very quiet. I'd fried some bacon and scrambled some eggs with shredded cheese and eventually Alice came down in her bathrobe. After the meal was almost done Alice said "aren't you speaking to me?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I'm pretty upset. I don't much like being locked out like that."

"Would you have been happier if we'd gone back to Alan's place instead? At least you were in the same house."

I said that I had things to do and went out to mow the lawn.

I got to thinking while I was mowing the lawn about things. It seemed to me that Alan's attitude towards me was becoming less and less respectful. He mostly talked to Alice now and she passed things on to me. I was sure she wasn't telling me everything that they discussed either.

That night Alice was careful to initiate sex with me - a rarity these days and we both seemed to be trying to put Friday night behind us. When all the fireworks were over though, she asked be to do something for her. I was lying on my side kissing her right breast gently and petting her middle when she asked me to go down on her and give her another climax orally.

I was a bit surprised because we'd never done that after I'd cum in her before. I didn't mind really; I'm not squeamish or anything and I did want to reconnect with her after the debacle Friday night, so I slid down between her thighs and began to lick and suck her pussy. She was very sloppy and wet and a open but the flavor wasn't bad. I kinda liked it really so I ate her to another climax and we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Things continued on for several weeks but now Alice always wanted me to eat her after we had sex. She said it really excited her and gave her a feeling of 'connection' with me. She also began seeing Alan and they would go out dancing about once a week, but they wouldn't lock me out of the guest room anymore. I'd watch and maybe follow Alan into her.

She began to get vocal when she was screwing Alan than. Talked about how good his big dick felt inside her and how much he seemed to cum in her. When we were alone, she'd also tell me that she could hardly feel me after having him and that maybe it would be better for both of us if I could wait for a day or two before we could have sex. When I complained that watching me made me very horny, she offered to give me a blowjob to take the edge off.

After a few times, she wanted me to eat her while she was blowing me. She said it would make her feel closer to me until we could have sex in a few days.

Well, I'm a fairly easygoing guy and I don't have a lot of hangups so the next time she was blowing me after she'd fucked Alan to a standstill, I went down on her. To be honest, I couldn't taste any difference from when I'd eaten her after we'd screwed, so I was willing to accommodate her.

Then she started to talk about how much better Alan felt in front of him and he started to speak to me more like a servant than his lover's husband. And I started to get mad. It finally came to a head when Alice came home from a date with Alan, threw herself on the bed and summarily demanded that I clean her.

**************

I made myself breakfast that Sunday morning but made none for Alice. I was eating it when she came down. She looked at the stove and saw that I'd made nothing for her and set about making some toast and cereal.

We ate in silence.

After breakfast, I went to the master bedroom and began moving my clothes from our closet into the guest room. When she came up and saw what I was doing she said "You're serious, aren't you?"

"As a heart attack. We started this to renew our marriage, but now it seems to be all about you and nothing about me, my feelings, my needs. Just you"

"That's what cuckolding is supposed to be. You give me the right to make the decisions and make the rules and I get to have other lovers. Haven't you read about this?"

"I don't care what you want to call it. Sex is supposed to be fun for us. FOR US! I've let you fuck Alan to the point where you hardly bother to take care of me any more. I'm supposed to be your husband, not some unpaid servant that you can treat like shit. It that's what you want, you'll have to find another sucker. I quit!" and I resumed transferring my clothes to the guest room closet.

I could hear Alice on the phone, I assume to Alan. She was sobbing. About twenty minutes later, Alan showed up at the door. I was in the guest room when he came barging in and started yelling at me. It was a mistake.

He tried to grab me by the neck and I punched him square in the Adam's apple. He staggered back and I followed up with two blows to the stomach and one to the jaw and he went down and stayed down. I then kicked him hard in the crotch for good measure. He was bigger that I was and I didn't want him to get back up again. At that point I could hear Alice screaming.

I picked up the phone in the master bedroom and Alice was on the phone to 911 from the kitchen. I told the operator that my wife's boyfriend had tried to beat me up in my own home and it had not gone well and would they please send a car over. I tried to sound as calm as I could.

Two deputies arrived about ten minutes later. Alan was still on the floor and I was warning him not to try to get up or I'd really hurt him. They separated the three of us and took statements. Alan wanted me arrested and I wanted him arrested. Alice was hysterical.

The fact that Alan had grabbed me by the neck and left marks decided the matter.

In the end, they cited Alan for assault and battery and took him downtown. They asked me if I had anywhere to stay and I allowed that I could find a motel room somewhere if I had to, but that I was the victim here and it seemed wrong to make me leave my own house. Alice calmed down enough to admit I hadn't laid a hand on her - ever and that we could settle our differences without violence. Alice would stay in her bedroom and I would stay in mine.

On the way out, one of the deputies said that he'd had a cheating wife himself once and that he could understand where I was coming from.

**************

On Monday I called the office and told them that I had some family business to take care of and that I needed to take the week off. My boss grumbled until I said that it was either that or I'd quit. He asked me if I wanted to tell him what was up and I said that I probably needed to find an apartment and a good divorce lawyer. He'd been down that road himself and was immediately more understanding. I got the week off and could have another if I needed it. I told him I'd let him know.

I then went to the bank and pulled half the money out of the savings and checking accounts and took half the CDs out of the Safety Deposit box and took them to another bank where I got another box and opened new accounts in my own name.

I went home and called a lawyer my boss suggested. She'd represented his ex when they split and he said she was very good. I was about to cancel our joint credit cards when Alice came in. She'd stayed home too it seems. She'd overheard me setting up an appointment with the lawyer.

She slumped down on the loveseat we kept in the office. She looked like she'd not had a good night. Her eyes were red and puffy and I guess she'd been crying.

"Dammit Charlie, how'd we get here? I don't want a divorce. I love you."

"Well Alice, seems to me you don't love me as much as you love Alan and his big dick."

"That isn't true Charlie. I fuck Alan but I love you."

"Maybe that was true once, but at some point you seem to have lost all respect or concern for me and what's left isn't love. I don't know what it is, but it isn't love. I can't live like this anymore so I'm leaving."

"Can't we try to work this out? We've been together for twelve years. We have a good life together. We know each other inside and out. We know each others strengths and weaknesses. You care about me and I care about you." (At this point I guess I snorted.) "Please. Talk to me."

"Yeah I care about you Alice. It's why I suggested we try to spice things up. I agreed to swinging to try to get you to get interested in sex again. I've tried to experiment. We've even talked about role playing. But the thing about games and role playing is that games end and then we are supposed to go back to real life where I'm Charlie Ross and you're Alice Ross and we're each the most important person in the other's life. What's the final step in this game Alice? Where do we stop?"

We must have stared at each other for five minutes before Alice said "Do you want to go back to where we were before we started with boring sex twice a month?"

"No. I don't mind playing. I like to play. I don't even mind if you want to go out an fuck a boyfriend occasionally. Hell, I'd even make love to you and clean you up afterward. But I think Alan was trying to reduce me to something subhuman and he got you to go along with it. I won't go there. If that's what you want, let me get back to cancelling the credit cards."

"You don't mind if I fuck other men?"

"No, I don't mind if you fuck other men - within reason. Alice, what I want is for me to be the most important person in your life just as you are in mine. That's the bottom line. Whatever we do, our relationship HAS to come first. Husband goes deeper than boyfriend or lover. Wife means more than girlfriend or mistress. It has to be that way or we're toast."

"How about Alan?"

"Alan has screwed himself big time. He tried to supplant me in our marriage. He assaulted me in my own house. I don't trust him anymore. I think you need to make a choice here."

"Then I choose you. Alan was teaching me how to cuckold you because we - I thought that was what you wanted. But what about other men?"

"Well, I don't mind other men, BUT I want them to know about me. I want them to know that I'm your husband and that you aren't cheating. And I insist that they understand that they are just boyfriends and that I am you husband and ultimately we are with each other."

"Do you want to meet them? Do you want to watch or participate?"

"Sometimes. Just remember that these games are supposed to be fun for BOTH of us. Pretty much everything else is negotiable."

"Deal."

**************

Alice and I have been married now for over thirty-five years. We finally decided to have kids and so we were monogamous for about three years until we had two wonderful children. Then Alice had her tubes tied and I got a vasectomy (fair's fair, right?) Alice still plays occasionally and on business trips she usually doesn't sleep alone. I've met most of her lovers and we mostly like each other. She won't play with married men unless the guy's wife tells her it's okay.

Me? Well, I sometimes play when we get together with another couple and I've even had some fun at business conferences provided my playmate was either single or else her husband tells me personally that it's fine with him. I also sometimes join my wife when she brings her lover home or sometimes I just watch. But when the lovemaking is over, he goes to the guest room and Alice and I sleep together.

After all, we're the most important person in each other's lives, right?