She noticed the apprehension flickering in his eyes, the tense breath he tried to conceal. “It’s okay to be nervous, darling,” she said gently, her voice a soothing balm. “It’s only natural. You might even find that you enjoy this.”
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He shook his head, struggling to find the right words. “I’m honestly not sure I can do this. I know both of you believe it’s for the best—that it’ll help me understand and accept everything—but I don’t see why things have to change. Why can’t we just stay the way we always were? It feels so unfair to me.”
“Sweetheart,” she replied softly, “I’ve told you why. It’s what he wants and what I want. Once this is over, you’ll understand better. You just have to trust me.”
He frowned, a spark of frustration creeping into his tone. “Whose idea was this, really? Yours or his?”
She raised a finger, a playful yet firm warning. “Don’t take that tone with me. Remember your place.”
“It wasn’t a conscious decision by either of us,” she continued delicately. “It just grew naturally from the physical side of our relationship. The subject first came up a couple of weeks ago, after we had the most incredible night together.”
“I told him it had been the best sex of my life; so intense and satisfying that I doubted anyone else could ever make me feel that way again. I told him how lucky I was to have found him, and that the pleasure we share was unmatched. I assured him that as long as he was in my life, I’d never need anyone else sexually.”
He chuckled, asking, “What about your husband?”
Her voice dropped, candid and unflinching. “I told him the truth—without thinking—I said you could never make me feel that way. That you didn’t even come close. I paused, wondering if I was crossing a line, but decided honesty was necessary. You deserved to understand.”
“I admitted I’d lost interest in sex with you; that it would only end in disappointment. I said you were sadly lacking, both in size and skill. I even told him that if I did have sex with you again, it would be out of mercy—a quick, forgettable encounter where I’d just lie there, hoping it’d be over soon.”
He looked stunned, but she pressed on. “He told me I deserved better. That I shouldn’t have to endure that just to keep a husband who couldn’t satisfy me happy.”
“That’s when he suggested an idea. He’d heard of wives who had completely cut their husbands off—made them ‘pussy-free.’ We talked about it and both found the concept thrilling. He thought it would be tremendously exciting to do that to you.”
She stepped closer, capturing his gaze. “Don’t be so downhearted, love. I told him you’re good at other things—really good. You’ve gotten better and better with your tongue since I started seeing him. I love the way you go down on me, especially right after I’ve been with him. It brings me to a different kind of orgasm—less explosive, more slow and sensual, like a warm, gentle wave.”
“And your hands,” she whispered, “I’ve always cherished your massages. You’re so attentive and unselfish, spending hours ensuring I feel pleasure without expecting anything in return. I love that about you—knowing you’re getting worked up but still focused solely on me.”
She opened her arms, pulling him into a tender hug that lingered. Then, stepping back, she held him at arm’s length. “So, we agreed—we both wanted this. I came home to explain it to you, but you wouldn’t listen. You refused to consider any of the reasons. You got angry, unreasonable, throwing a tantrum that forced me to return to him and tell him you weren’t ready.”
He looked down, voice heavy with regret. “I’m sorry. I’d do almost anything for you—you know that. I never made a fuss about you being with him; I understood that you needed something I couldn’t give. All I want is your happiness, for you to stay with me. I’ve tried hard to accept this new arrangement, but I’m terrified of where it might lead. I’m scared I might lose you. I don’t know if I can do it. I’m truly sorry.”
“You won’t lose me,” she said, her tone firm but kind. “But you have to accept this, love. I think tonight will convince you. He believes it’s the only way for you to truly understand.”
His eyes widened. “So I have to do this… tonight?”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “We’ve talked at length about your resistance, and we agreed this is necessary. If you won’t take my word that sex with him is on another level—if you won’t believe that after experiencing it, sex with you wouldn’t compare—then you’ll see for yourself. You’ll watch. You’ll hear how much better he makes me feel. And then you’ll accept that you can never satisfy me like he can. That you don’t deserve to fuck me ever again.”
“You’ll stay quietly in the corner,” she instructed, “not distracting me. I don’t want to think about you when he’s with me—that would ruin everything. Just watch and learn. Understand why this has to be our reality.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but she silenced him gently. “Shhh, no more ‘buts’, honey. He’ll be here in an hour. You can help me get ready—would you like that? Dress me for him. It might help take your mind off things.”
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