My Situation

I met my future wife on the internet. She was 37 and I was 23 at the time. In her introduction on the website that we met on she described herself as slim, blonde, and long-legged. I subsequently learned she is large-breasted, confident, and successful. Her intro also stated that she liked younger guys but not jerks, guys with good bodies, and guys who like to please. I contacted her and we struck up a discussion. I told her I was 23, slim-bodied, and clean-shaven. I was surprised when she asked me, "Do you shave your balls?" I said no, to which she replied, "Shave them." It became clear from our discussions on the net and then on the phone that she didn't like to be controlled, that she was attracted to the idea of toyboys, but that part of her was also looking for a permanent companion. Eventually we met and had fantastic sex, but that's not really part of this story. The only thing I'll say about that first day (in a hotel room) is that as soon as we met she made me strip off so she could examine my body. And she made me play with myself until I was rock hard so she could check out what that looked like. Needless to say I totally fell for her, and she liked me too. We had great sex, she loved that I was a nice-bodied younger guy, and couldn't get enough of me. We got married, and everything was great, but I always knew she was her own boss, craved excitement, and hated boredom. After six months of marriage, she informed me one morning that there was a boy who worked in her office who she considered cute, and who she could tell was attracted to her. She let me know this as though it was simply a piece of information, and I didn't argue. I continued to make my morning cup of coffee. Then she called me over to her, undid the belt of my dressing gown and began to play with my cock. "Baby isn't jealous is he?" she asked (she calls me Baby). "Maybe a little," I confessed. "I hate jealousy," she told me. "I know." I looked down, her hand on my cock, which was now hard. "Don't worry," she said, "You'll always be my Baby. That's why I married you. OK?" "OK," I said. "Really OK?" she asked. "Yes, really OK." "That's my boy," she said smiling. "And I'll tell you what. I promise I'll keep you a good boy for me, and I know just what makes boys be good boys. I'm going to make sure your balls are regularly emptied, just like I always have, no matter what." And just for good measure she kept stroking my cock till I came all over the kitchen table. It was hard to feel bad about the situation, although I was a little uneasy about this guy at her office. But I tried not to worry about that. Then, about a week later she told me after work one day that this "boy" (as she called him) had shown her his cock in the carpark at work. I asked how that had happened, and she matter-of-factly said she'd asked him to. I asked what had happened after that, and she said she'd told him that she just wanted to jerk him off this time, and judge for herself what she thought of his cock. She told me she'd then stroked his cock, and made him cup his hand in front of it to catch his cum in, so that she wouldn't get any on her clothes or (can you believe this) on her car. I asked her what she'd thought of his cock, and she said she liked it, and that she thought it might be slightly bigger than mine. That stung a little but I didn't say anything. Then she said, "Take it out so I can check." Before I could move, she undid my pants and took it out herself. We both noticed I was hard. "Your cock's hard," she commented, stating the obvious. I just shrugged. "Does it turn you on that I pulled another guy's cock?" she asked, looking at me with penetrating eyes. There was point pretending. "Maybe it does, a little," I confessed. "No maybe about it," she said, my cock in her hand, "and more than a little." "I guess," I said. She was pulling my cock now, and started talking to me while she did it. "You like that then? Me pulling a guy's cock and coming home and telling you about it? You want me to pull lots of guys' cocks then? Do you like that its bigger than yours? I bet you do, don't you. What if I sucked it, would you like that too? Or if he fucked me. What if I let him fuck me in the carpark and came home and told you all about it. You wouldn't have a probelm with that, would you? Of course you wouldn't. I can tell. You're hard as a rock just thinking about it. You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you. A very good boy. Now cum for me and show me how much you like the idea of your mommy fucking other guys." And with that I did, in fact, cum, she pumping me hard and directing it all over her dress and her breasts. Well that was a pretty big turning point in our marriage, because a few days later she did exactly what she'd said she would do. She arrived home from work one day and told me that she fucked the other guy in the carpark. And this time she told me AS she pulled my cock. She was loving it. Now I should say that the thing with the guy at work didn't last. She fucked him a few times, then started to find him annoying and dumped him. But that's not the end of the story, because clearly a bomb had gone off in her mind. She had decided she could do whatever she wanted. And the other major thing that happened is that she became less and less interested in me as a fuck-partner. She seemed less and less interested in fucking me, although we did still fuck occasionally, and she clearly still liked me and liked having me around. I just wasn't exciting enough for her. But the thing is, she kept her promise. And she was totally open about it. As we had less and less sex, she started jerking me off more and more. In the morning, as she got ready for work while I lay in bed, she would come into the bedroom in a tight skirt and bra, and say "Does Baby need his balls emptied before I go to work?" Then she would sit on the edge of the bed and jerk me until I shot all over myself. Then give me a kiss goodbye on the forehead before she headed off to work. Or she would go out all night without telling me where, finally getting home at three or four in the morning. I'd be in bed, and she'd tell me about two or three young guys she'd flirted with, or fucked, or made lick her pussy, and, yet again, she'd be jerking me off. Until, finally, one day, she said to me, "I love you Baby, you're the best thing that's happened to me, and I never want to lose you." "Thanks," I said, "I love you too." "I'm not finished," she said. "The thing is, I don't really want to fuck you anymore, not much anyhow, and I LOVE to fuck other guys, nice hot young men with big cocks who are really turned on because I haven't been married to them for the last three years." "Right," I said. "But I never want to lose you Baby. So I've decided I'm going to look after you properly, from now on." "How do you mean?" "I mean I'm going to milk those nice balls of yours every single day, no make that twice a day. I'm going to keep you happy and mine. I promise I'll always be honest with you. Every guy that gets to touch my pussy you'll know about. No cock will get in my mouth without you hearing about it." "OK." "But you won't be doing either of those things. You're my companion, my puppy, my Baby. I keep you around everywhere. We go shopping together, eat together, share our stories together. But you don't get to put that cock in my pussy or in my mouth. You will have to make do with my hand, till death do us part. OK? That sound OK? I'll milk you every single day by hand, and you'll stay a good boy, forever." Well, that's the speech she gave me, and that's the situation I'm in today. She does whatever she likes, and I let it happen, without me ever getting to see her or anybody else's pussy ever again. But you know what, I'm totally in love with that hand of hers, and she never forgets to milk me morning and night (and she loves most of all to do it while telling me what she's been up to). And there is a comfort I would never have expected in knowing that I have an unbelievably sexy woman who keeps my balls so consistently and thoroughly empty. You've got to hand it to her (so to speak), she's figured out a system that works.