kellys - The Good Wife
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The Good Wife - by kellys
Hi, I'm Jennifer and I wanted to share a bit about how me and my husband Darryl ended up with a totally kinky lifestyle, where I'm now always a good wife for him, and he can fuck me whenever he wants. So how did me and my husband get involved like this? While, it turns out, we had a common fantasy.
We never really had any sexual adventures, we had kids pretty young and it took forever to get them out of the house. So for many years, we had a pretty boring, infrequent and disappointing sex life. When we were finally free, it came back gradually, but then one month we just went crazy. All those years of pent up frustration were finding their way out. I had difficulty reaching orgasm before, but now I was super-orgasmic, having multiple, very intense orgasms for the first time in my life. To the point that it actually became a problem - I could keep cumming all night sometimes, and other times, I would just get wiped out from having a massive orgasm in just 10 minutes of sex. Darryl was having trouble keeping up with me, and I felt guilty about the fact that a lot of the time we made love, he wouldn't even get to cum.
I asked Darryl straight out one night, if he would like it if I just didn't cum anymore. That he could do all the cumming, and just fuck me whenever he wanted to. He of course asked, well what about you? I told him I would be a good wife, and help him to cum better, that I would just enjoy sex without orgasm. I would always be hot and bothered, staying horny instead of getting release, which meant more sex for him. And I wouldn't need to feel guilty about making him work so hard to please me. I would just never get to orgasm unless it was a really special occasion. To my surprise, he not only was ok with that, he thought it was kind of hot. We'd never done anything kinky, and it would certainly spice things up a bit. We agreed that we should try it, and if it worked out, we would keep having sex like that indefinitely, probably for the rest of our lives. What had I signed myself up for?
So we tried it for a month, with some success. In the first week, I accidentally came a couple of times during sex, but by the second week I was able to control myself. Darryl was pretty happy with this new arrangement, and I was liking it too, definitely no longer feeling guilty and wiped out - but I noticed something. A growing need in me. I really wanted to cum. Sex felt soooo good now, and it was really frustrating to always have to hold myself back from release.
So unfortunately, I started masturbating. I tried not to, but I went through phases where I would masturbate myself all the way to orgasm six to ten times a day. And of course, I had no energy left over for Darryl, and I think he began to notice. But I kept trying. Finally, I made it three and a half months without orgasm, then one day I was watching Oprah and I heard about African genital cutting for the first time. It was totally shocking and sickening to think of women having this done without their consent, and in such a brutal way. But it got me thinking. If I really wanted to be sure I couldn't cum anymore during sex, I could always get my clit cut off. Course I had no idea how to do it, or to find someone to do it, but it made me kind of horny just thinking about it. Imagine, just being totally smooth down there, unable to feel that pleasure anymore, just being there for my husband to fuck like we both wanted me to be? This idea was too much, and it drove me over the edge. I got my vibrator, which I had hidden away, and went crazy. I got so carried away, I was having an orgasm when Darryl walked in the door.
He was kind of surprised, and I confessed to him that I had been doing this off and on for the past year. He kind of figured I must have been up to something, since he definitely noticed times when I didn't have the energy or enthusiasm for sex with him, and wondered if I might have been masturbating. We agreed that I should stop, or, at least, that I wasn't allowed to have orgasms any more, not even for special occasions. Basically, we agreed that I should never cum again.
I told him about what I saw on Oprah, how some women in Africa get their clit removed, and some are even sewn up until marriage. And I told him that if I ever started masturbating again, maybe I should have something like that done too. He thought that was pretty extreme, but kind of a hot fantasy, and we played with that idea when we made love that night. I came while he was fucking me, although I hid it really well, and he never knew. But I did. I kept asking him about it over the next couple of months, and finally he got the idea that I might really want it done. But we never got into any real serious talks about making it happen, and he probably thought it was just fantasy. I guess I did too. Sometimes we would play little games about doing it, and he would tell me he was going to take my clit. I had a really hard time holding back from cumming when he told me things like that, and once in a while I would go over the edge and actually have an orgasm. Of course, I always denied it if he asked, and I hid it pretty well.
I knew I was going to have trouble, as this fantasy was getting really intense for me, and I would masturbate while thinking about it, alot, although now I was good, and never let myself reach orgasm. Darryl and I had agreed that I could play with myself, even use a vibrator, as long as I was careful never to orgasm. But our twenty-fifth anniversary was coming up, and I've always been prone to going over the edge on special occasions. Darryl had told me this year was going to be really special.
For our anniversary, we went out to dinner at our favorite restaurant, and splurged on a good bottle of wine. I was pretty relaxed, but in the back of my mind, I knew things would be difficult for me when we made love that night. Afterwards, we took a nice long evening walk through the park, and he surprised me with flowers and when we got home, a candlelit bath. Yes, I was in trouble - I was always a sucker for romance, and this was quite a lot.
When we came to bed, Darryl went down on me for a little bit, got me really close, and then surprised me again - by asking if I wanted to cum. He told me that he wanted tonight to be really special, and insisted it was ok, just for tonight, if I wanted to have an orgasm. But I didn't want to. It had been over six months since my last orgasm now, and I think I was finally used to making love without reaching climax. So I begged him no, please not to let me cum. I made him promise.
I was in store for yet another surprise that night. Darryl blindfolded me, and tied me down to the bed - not something we usually do, but something we've tried every once in a while. This time, it felt pretty exciting. He tickled me with a feather, massaged my breasts, licked my pussy some more. And then he told me what he had planned. I felt his breath against my ear as he whispered into it - "tonight, I am going to take your clit. I have everything prepared." And he asked me if I really didn't want to cum, or if I wanted to have one last orgasm before he started. We've played games like this before, but never with the chance to cum, so this was really tempting for me. But I insisted on being good. After all, he was just doing this to test me, I was sure. Maybe he knew all along that these kind of games sometimes made me cum.
I didn't realize until after he had put the ball gag in my mouth that this was different. Blindfolded, unable to see, tied to the bed, and now gagged and unable to even speak, my heart was pounding just thinking about what was going to happen. Was he really going to cut off my clit? And was that really what I wanted? Now I had doubts. I tried to talk, tell him to stop through the gag, but everything just came out as a murmur, and he kept telling me, relax honey, it will all be over soon. I flinched as I felt a needle poke me, and realized he had injected my clit. Then I felt a cool wipe, and some pulling and pushing of flesh. Unable to do anything to stop it, I just surrendered. But I wanted to cum so bad, never before in my life had I wanted that so much. I was turned on like never before, but now all numb and defenseless, I had no hope, and I wished I had given in when he gave me the chance before. I felt a strange sensation, a tearing feeling, and tears welled up in my eyes. I kept telling myself it was all just a game, this was just play, but I knew it was different this time. I felt him wash me up, then more pulling, and I knew something real had happened.
He took out my gag, and I let out a gasp. When he took off my blindfold, it was surreal. There was a tray in front of me, with a little mound of flesh. It was my clit. He had taken my clit, for real. And he propped me up and held up a hand mirror so I could see between my legs. I looked in disbelief as he spread me open and saw, a scar, nicely stitched up, where my clit and hood used to be. I was kind of in shock, and all I could do was just look. He untied my hands, and let me feel myself while looking in the mirror. Yes, my clit was gone, and I was still pretty numb down there. I played with the sensations a bit, but the anesthetic had yet to wear off.
"There honey, now we don't need to worry about you cumming anymore," he said. "I told you I had something really special planned for this anniversary. Do you want to play with your clit?" And he gave me the tray. I picked up my clit, and stroked it. I kissed it, licked it lovingly, and looked up at him. I was going to miss it, after all. But I did my best not to cry, and smiled, wryly, as I licked my clit, pretending to get all hot and bothered for him. It did the trick. And all I could manage to say to him was thank you. I smiled, and brought him over so I could give him a blow job - sex was out of the question tonight.
Am I upset with him for doing this without really getting my permission, and especially for doing it in such I way that I had no chance to tell him otherwise? Well, surprisingly, no. I guess this had become just such a fantasy of mine, such an incredible turn on, that I really did want to live and experience it, even if there were permanent, irreversible effects. In fact, I am glad he did it this way, because I knew if I did have a chance to back out of it, I surely would have, and it was something I had wanted to experience.
So how is sex without a clit, anyways? Well, it is different. Sex feels a lot more tender and loving, there is a deeper bond that I feel with my husband when we make love. About my orgasms, I had a few mini-orgasms shortly after the procedure when my husband went down on me - no real fireworks or anything, but even those stopped a couple months later as the scar tissue started to harden up over where my clit used to be. But that's ok, that is what I was expecting, if not hoping for anyway. I like being fucked and letting him cum in me, just enjoying his orgasm instead. We're both pretty sure that I'll never orgasm again, and we're both pretty happy with that. It feels a lot more feminine and relaxing to just let him take me for his pleasure and not have to worry about bringing me to climax.
Sometimes I get horny and wish I could still cum, especially when he drives me crazy by licking where my clit used to be. But that can be fun too, when I get all worked up, there's nothing I can really do to relieve my horniness, so it makes me feel really sexy all day. We have sex a lot more often now, and I enjoy our sex life more. Even though I don't have really intense physical pleasure anymore, the emotional element of lovemaking is alot more intense now. I'm liking life without climax very much. It's our hot, secret fantasy, and my husband is certainly happy with the results too. I've taken to going without panties and just wearing short skirts around now, so he can take me whenever he wants. He likes to bend me over the kitchen counter when he gets home and fuck me before I finish getting dinner ready. Sometimes, we'll have fun in a public elevator, and he'll tweak my nipples to get me nice and wet while he races to finish in-between floors. And he especially likes licking my pussy to remind me how good it used to feel, then teasing me about my missing clit, which really turns me on. Do I wish I still had a clit, that I was still orgasmic? Of course. But now all I can have is living my fantasy of being a better lover to my husband. I enjoy companionship and the pure giving of attention to maximizing his pleasure during sex instead of having my own climax. And I'm proud of my sacrifice - I just wish I could have had that one last orgasm.