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Passage to cuckoldry. Chapter 2: AnnieNina, my wife Annie’s close friend, was a sadistic narcissist who played both of us in a sexual game that dramatically changed both our lives for the better. But first, before I explain how the game played out, I need to talk more about Annie and the vicissitudes of our unusual sex life. Annie is an attractive woman, with a strong personality that men find appealing. She is strong willed and confident, driven in what she does and persistently achieves her goals. Dominant in her interactions with others – men and women – she is a natural and charismatic leader and easily draws others into her projects as helpers and supporters. Men have often described her as “having balls”. Physically, Annie is about 5ft 4, above average in weight, and carries a bit of extra flab around the middle. Her hair is regularly coloured blonde, no grey ever evident, and is worn medium long, parted in the middle. Over the years, her breasts have enlarged considerably: small in size before the c***dren; but now, thirty or more years later, they present as large bulbous teats that hang voluptuously to her waist. A real handful.Like me – and Nina for that matter – Annie has a large libido. She constantly needs and demands sexual attention. In the old days, she would be what men called a nymphomaniac. Unfortunately for her, I have never been well-endowed down below; and, unfortunately for me, she is now sort of cavernous inside, again, a physical trait that evolved during our marriage, eventually reaching the point where conventional sex became ineffective; in the end, neither of us felt the coital friction needed to orgasm. It became obvious to me that she needed someone much better endowed than me to meet her physical needs. But though I often suggested it, she simply wouldn’t countenance the idea. Instead, she just insisted I service her with the sex aids she bought. This meant I could usually get her to orgasm, multiple times if needed, something we couldn’t achieve any more with conventional sex. And for many years this was enough.Whilst our physical fit for coitus was poor, Annie insisted for a long while that conventional sex remained an integral part of bedroom activities. This was for a complex of reasons, though all but one (the first) of these gradually dissipated as Nina’s reprogramming of Annie’s mind took hold. The first reason was that, like most humans, Annie craved intimate touch, a need long conditioned into the human subconscious over millions of years; something silicone and rubber dongs can’t provide. She wanted something warm and carbon based inside her. Second, she insisted on monogamy – part of her social upbringing – one of the reasons why she accepted my excuse for an appendage inside her. Thirdly, she subscribed to the idea of “wifely duty” – the biblical concept that a wife has a duty to let her husband use her body for sexual relief. This was despite her dominance over me and her taking control of our sex life. Allowing me coital sex with her seemed to relieve her sense of obligation, even though, the act gradually became functionally futile, with no such sexual relief ever forthcoming for either of us. This belief is a prime example of the sociosexual conditioning many women of her age received when growing up. So, until Nina so effectively deprogrammed her, Annie was blinded by biological and social conditioning factors. She just couldn’t see the obvious – that her libidinous needs could be met easily and more enjoyably by bringing in other men for sex whenever needed. There were always men around interested in her; men found her more than attractive, frequently making passes at her. Even today, in her 70s, she has no difficulty attracting men; many quite young, obviously attracted to experiencing sex with an alluring grandmother in her later years. Escort As mentioned, I had frequently suggested she brought other men home for sex. I’d even suggested we go out to find men to service her, to make it a fun erotic activity. The idea of watching her orgasming under some guy was a huge turn on for me. But she always refused, sometimes getting quite upset, saying she was married and didn’t believe in having sex with other men. “It would be wrong.”, she’d say, or “It’s against my beliefs”. And so we continued through the ritual of unsatisfactory coitus, after which I had to pull out and she would insist I masturbate in front of her and cum on her body; a ritual act that always excited her – an act I really enjoyed, since it dug into a deep need for submission and humiliation.Annie’s conventional beliefs at the time meant that any hope I had for being cuckolded was not likely to be realised. She simply seemed to accept my limitations and explored other ways for me to give her the sexual satisfaction she needed. As a submissive, I just went along with whatever she wanted. Gradually, Nina let Annie know what she was missing, both through graphic accounts of her own deviant sex life and introducing her to a form of moral relativity that gave permission to sexual indulgence – the argument being: if I couldn’t perform, then there were plenty of other men that were available and who would be more than willing to oblige. She obviously convinced Annie that I should be put in my place; that I was not an adequate player in sex and should be sent to the bench. The new ideas Annie was exposed to ended up having a powerful effect on her attitude towards not only the priority of her own bodily needs but also towards me. She began exhibiting sexual frustration, expressing annoyance at me during sex if I didn’t meet her needs exactly as ordered. She started demeaning my masculinity as she approached orgasm – disinhibited by sexual arousal, exposing her true feelings. Her sexual frustration started to emerge publicly also. She became more and more disdainful of me in front of others, publicly treating me as a servant, even in company; more than insinuating I was functionally castrato – unable to perform as a man. Annie began loosening up sexually at social gatherings, overtly flirting with other men. She started dressing provocatively; being overtly exhibitionist – often with no underwear, sheer tops deliberately exposing pendulous breasts under see through fabric; up skirt displays revealing hairy cunt; while she deliberately had me sit by passively and watch. She’d walk over to me and say: “Come over and talk to the guys I’m talking to, Chris. They’re really interesting men.”, as she rolled her eyes suggestively. Then, while they were ogling her breasts under the flimsy fabric she wore, she’d surreptitiously give them upskirt displays that grabbed their attention. Annie was an attractive woman and, though still not letting other men into her, she was nevertheless letting them know she had sexual needs. This was, I guess, her initial foray into cuckoldry. It obviously helped address her sexual frustration, and always led to urgent demands for my sexual servitude after the event. Soon, men started to look strangely at me, obviously wondering why I allowed her to publicly humiliate me. The reality, of course, was that I got off on it, watching other men get hard as she teased them with tits and cunt.But lets’ go back a bit, before this change in her behaviour and when she still monogamous in thought and deed. A short while after meeting Nina, Annie bought a sex machine from an adult shop out in one of the suburbs, something that had just come in. She made me go with her, dominant as always. The girls in the shop smirked as she instructed me to listen to their graphic account of how the machine Escort Bayan worked. “Listen, Chris. Make sure you know how to operate it.” After explaining the mechanics, the girls brought out the range of fitted dildo options. Annie shrieked: “My God, Chris. Look at this!” as she picked up one of largest – must have been at least 7 inches in girth and even longer in length. She turned to the girls and confided in low voice, nodding her head in my direction: “He’s so small by comparison.” The girls sniggered, looking down towards the source of Annie’s displeasure. I don’t think Annie had any idea at the time how her enthusiasm for the machine delivered such delicious humiliation to me in front of a couple of good looking twenty somethings. As usual, she was simply in charge and didn’t really consider collateral damage on others..Anyway, the sex machine consisted of a pumping arm driven by an electrical motor. At the end of the arm was a head mechanism over which one fitted the customised dildos. Once positioned correctly, lubricated and placed inside the female, the dildo could be moved back and forth across a range of thrust depths and a number of stroke speeds, thereby simulating the mechanics of sexual intercourse. But it could do far more and last far longer than any man, providing an experience that for many women was literally mind blowing. For Annie, it was unbelievably effective for quite some time, producing explosive orgasms, particularly with the larger dildos, though obviously it lacked the warm blooded dynamics of a well fitted, copulating body. In the end, as a result, it wasn’t enough. It was more than good, but not sufficient; she still craved human touch and body action. But her conditioning still dominated: Annie still insisted on including conventional intercourse with me, her monogamous partner, even after cumming on the machine.So, for quite a while, my main job in the sex department became that of machine operator. The machine became the main activity, with my task being to change heads, speed and thrust on demand, lubricate her vagina as needed, and to do my best concurrently, when a hand was free, to stimulate her clitoris with a variable speed vibrator. Annie loved the machine. Soon, she found a second hand, gynaecological chair, with stirrups. The chair had precise positional adjustments, so I was able to tailor it to her body to ensure optimal entry and operation of the machine, whilst she lay in comfort, head and torso at about 45 degrees, legs well apart. Once optimised, we set the system up permanently in one of the spare bedrooms. She found the orgasms overwhelming. As said, they were explosive, and she would go almost daily for hit after hit. When she felt the need, she would call me urgently: “Chris, duty please!”, then go into the spare room, undress, get into the chair, put her feet into the stirrups, knees apart, and wait for me; and I would then start things up. I could tell how much she looked forward to sexual stimulation from this machine. Her vulva was usually well inflamed and heavily swollen, with the swelling extending well into the vaginal cavity. Even before we started. I’d rub lube around and into her opening, fit the dildo onto the sliding arm, then wind the arm forward so the dildo was positioned well inside her, in preparation for operation. I would then turn on the power and the arm would slowly start moving back and forward in her, gradually increasing speed to the setting chosen. Once operating at the desired speed, I would start clitoral stimulation. Within minutes, her eyes were rolling, her cheeks flushed, breathing increased in both sound and pace, and hips move rhythmically with the pace of the machine. During all this, I kept the flow of lube going to prevent burns – we were using large diameter dildos that occupied Bayan Escort her cavity fully. As she approached orgasm, she became increasingly breathless, often issuing sharp commands to increase speed further. Suddenly she would explode, with carnal groans and a****l grunts, and emitting urgent sexual expletives: “Fuck. Fuck. Oh my God. Harder. Chris …. more on the clit! Give it to me. Harder. Oh fuck….” During this phase, her body convulsed, usually for a minute or two as the orgasm hit, then she would visibly collapse, exhausted, eyes closed, lube and bodily fluids dripping out of her cunt onto the floor. Occasionally, once the dildo was removed, she would squirt a cloudy discharge, a metre or so outwards onto the floor. Watching her always gave me a huge hard on, as she panted and screamed primally into climax. After each orgasm, I slowed the arm to a stop and then sat quietly waiting for her cue, in case she wanted more. I watched her closely as her breathing slowed, the flushing in her face reduced, and the vaginal tissue, now prominent in the vulval opening, stopped pulsating. The whole process had quite a transformative effect on her genital tissue – it was unbelievably enlarged and blood red, with the large cavity of her vagina now pressing down on its entrance, as if trying to escape. Then, gradually, after four or five minutes, everything subsided. Soon, she would open her eyes and look at me, eyes unfocused as if d**gged, and say in uncharacteristic low voice: “More, Chris. I need more.” Then her eyes would close again, waiting for me to deliver the next orgasm. And so, the process would repeat. It was rare that she would ever be satisfied with less than two climaxes using the machine. In the beginning, she would sometimes seek four or five. Then, when she was satisfied, she would wave her hand vaguely in the direction of my penis and indicate towards her cunt; wifely duty. My turn. I would then pull the machine out of the way, stand in front of her and enter her. Perversely, one upside of the machine for me was the fact that she was so swollen and internally collapsed, and so accessible given the position she was in, that I could feel in that moment her cunt wrap tightly around my cock. For a minute or so, as I pumped back and forth, I could even feel my sperm rising. However, she soon dilated and quickly tired of my efforts and would wave dismissively for me to pull out, wifely duty done, and instruct me to masturbate: “OK that’s enough, Chris. It’s starting to bore me. You can pull off now.” Obediently, I would frantically jerk off and ejaculate on her. Then clean up the mess once she’d inspected the cum. I suspect she wanted to be sure there was a reasonable load – that I wasn’t covertly dumping it elsewhere. Always during this phase, when I masturbated, she would watch me closely, staring into my eyes, as if seeking something there. I realised much later that she actually had a sadistic streak. I think she liked seeing me humiliated, looking for the cues in my face, whilst I masturbated to her command after serving her needs. She wanted to see my humiliation and get off on it. Suited me. This trait emerged more unambiguously later, as I’ll describe. But, as time went on, as said, the sex machine wasn’t enough – good but insufficient; Nina’s tempting dialogues about another sort of sex life were taking hold. Annie was now starting to vaguely hint at the need for something more. Me – I was just waiting and hoping for the day when she would tell me she needed to bring in someone else for sex. And things were indeed looking up: by now she was starting to engage in sexualised, exhibitionist behaviour at social gatherings and going out of her way to humiliate me. Her belief in monogamy was clearly starting to wane. So I sustained my fantasies, passively willing the change in her, silently hoping for my nirvana: watching Annie having sex with other men, and humiliatingly serving their needs. It was starting to look more and more possible.Chapter 3 coming soon. Feedback on story so far would be appreciated.
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