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Analysis of the Psychological Stimulation and Effects of a Femdom Cuckold Story on Submissive Males

The Analysis of  - Say It Isn't So (Excerpt)
by Larry

After dating Kathy for two years she had finally agreed to marry me. With her long black hair, devilish eyes and pixie face I only had to kiss her to get a hard-on; not that it did me any good. Kathy had dated several guys before me and had given her pussy to each of them. All of them, once they got tired of her, dumped her for someone else. She told me she was not fucking any more guys until they married her. She said all guys are the same, once they get what they want they go looking for someone new.

So, for the past two years I could not make love to her in the normal way. For her sexual relief she taught me how to suck her pussy. For my relief she made me jerk off. At first I was reluctant to jerk off in front of her but she got me to do it by saying how big my cock was and how good it would feel when she allowed me to fuck her.

After the first year we went out every Saturday night. After the movie or whatever, we would go back to her place. While I made her favorite drink, rum and coke, she would strip down, put on a shortie nightie and sprawl on the side of her bed with her legs wide open. I would hand her the drink and while she drank it I would get down on my knees and pleasure her with my tongue. Sometimes she even watched TV while I did it. For my relief she would make me jerk off on the floor while she watched.

Anyway that was all over now as we were getting married.

The honeymoon was a disaster. The first time we made love I thought it was wonderful, but Kathy cried out in pain and made me pull out. She said my cock was too big; that it hurt her when I tried to fuck her. I used to feel proud when she said things like, “jerk off that great big cock for me,” but now I felt cursed because I couldn’t make love to my sexy wife without hurting her.

When the honeymoon was over she went to see a doctor about what could be done. When she came home she had the answer. She told me we were fortunate that we both wanted kids, because the doctor told her that once she had a child, she would be stretched enough that both of us would be able to enjoy sex together.

The problem was how do I get her pregnant if I can’t make love to her without hurting her. I was thinking of artificial insemination but Kathy would not agree. She said it would have to be done the natural way or not at all. In the end she gave me an ultimatum, either I let her get a stud to knock her up or we would continue what we were doing now, me sucking her and then jerking off.

“But it’s not right. I want to make love to you. That’s all I thought about for the past year; there must be some other way.”

“There is no other way,” she said in a stern voice. “Either you let me fuck other men now or you will never get to fuck me. Yes or no; I want to know your answer right now!”

“OK, OK I guess you can do it.”

“No whining, no whimpering and no complaining.”

“I won’t complain but I …”

“No buts, in fact I want you to take an active part with this”

“What are you talking about?”

“I am not going to walk into a bar alone like some cheap pickup. You are going with me to keep me company. When a guy comes to our table, if they ask you if it’s OK to dance with me, you will say yes because you are a poor dancer. If I like the guy I’ll stay on the floor and dance with him.

“If I don’t like the guy I’ll come back to the table where you will be waiting for me. If I don’t like any of the guys that dance with me, you can take me home and we will try again the following week. If I like the guy I’ll go sit at his table and that will be your signal to get up and go home.”

“But that is so humiliating. Everyone in the club will know I came with you but you are leaving with someone else.”

“Maybe they will think I’m your sister; anyway, that’s your problem. After all, I am doing this for you. I can always find a guy with a normal sized dick to fuck me. I don’t need to have a baby to have a good time. Remember, you are the one that needs to get me pregnant.”

“I know, it’s just so …”

“I know sweetie, but just think soon you will be able to fuck me to.”

“I just wish there was some other way to …”

“There is no other way. Just remember that I am doing all of this for you.”

So it started, every Friday night I would drive her to that dance bar, and about 3 times a month I would come home alone. She wanted to share her experiences with me but I did not want to hear them. It only made me mad and jealous.

After a few months she told me she was tired of one night stands; that it made her feel like a slut picking up a guy at a bar and spending the night with him. “What I want is a boyfriend, someone I can form an emotional bond with and see on a regular basis.”

“But you told me you wouldn’t do that. You said mating with different guys was like using a stud service, that they didn’t mean anything to you.”

“And it didn’t work, did it? After four months I am still not pregnant; besides I have already picked him out. He is a salesman that often drops in to see my boss. He has asked me out several times and I have always said no. The next time I’ll give him the answer he wants to hear.

“But you can’t have a husband and a boyfriend as well. How do you think I would feel watching you go out on dates?”

“Do you want me to get pregnant or not? If you do then this is the way to do it. Maybe during my fertile cycle we will fuck every night.”

So she started seeing Chuck on a regular basis. At first she would meet him somewhere, but later she had him pick her up at our house. If she was still getting ready when he came I had to let him in and make him a drink. He always had a smirk on his face when he shook my hand. It was so humiliating to make my wife’s boyfriend comfortable while he waited for her. Another thing that annoyed me was she would come down the stairs wearing something sexy and the perfume I had bought her on our honeymoon. She would kiss me on the cheek, but kiss him on the lips. Was all this necessary just to get pregnant?

She got bossier with me. I now did most of the housework. She did the cooking but I did the cleanup. Her excuses were she had to get ready for her date, or go shopping, or get her hair done. Sometimes she would stay over at his place and come home in the morning. Often after one of those all night sessions she would want our kind of lovemaking. She would have a smile on her face as she watched me make love to her with my tongue and then jerk off.

One night when she was out with Chuck, I was finishing up the laundry and putting hers away in her top drawer. As I rearranged her lingerie I noticed a small plastic case in the back corner. Out of curiosity I picked it up to look. Imagine my shock when I saw they were birth control pills.

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