I've written plenty about the sex problems my wife and I had, especially about the lies and broken promises. In actuality though, they weren't so much lies and broken promises as they were the actions of a typical prick teaser. I mean, telling me two hours before bed time that she was horny and wanted to fuck after our kids were in bed. Then, when the time came, she would no longer be in the mood, or have some excuse for us not having sex. And every time she made the offers, she'd swear and promise that she would still be in the mood, despite the number of times that wasn't the case. The actual ratio of broken promises was more than 5 to 1, meaning that she'd make those promises at least 10 times a month, yet we'd only have sex twice. I think even professional prick teasers have better ratios than that, so it was pretty bad.

No matter what I tried, I couldn't get her to stop making promises she wasn't going to keep. And, she wouldn't stop getting upset that I didn't believe her when she made them. Of course, the biggest one of those was the repeated promises about how things would get better if we had another baby. I don't recall exactly how many arguments we had about that, about knowing she was lying, but it was a lot. And, sure enough, once she was pregnant, all sex ceased for one reason or another. One month after the baby was born; she still wasn't in the mood for any type of sex. So, I went looking for sex partners on the internet, in plain view so she could see what I was doing. And that resulted in me finding Senem as I recounted in the story Now What. While she knew I was looking, I don't think she was ever aware of my affair with Senem. Not that I did anything to hide it, I just didn't come right out and tell her because that would be rubbing her face in it. And since we met on what would normally be an exercise night for me, there were no obvious signs.

Three months after that, she still wasn't interested in sex, which is when I spent my first night with Ugly as told in the story Fucking Ugly. This one she definitely knew about right away, because I was with Ugly until the next morning. And, for the first time in our marriage, rather than apologize for having done something wrong, I flat out told her that this was the way it was going to be. She had driven me to this point, with her games and lies, and she knew that something like this would eventually happen. So, she could either accept that I was going to get my needs taken care of elsewhere, or she could file for a divorce. The choice was hers. Of course, she tried every trick she knew to convince me that what I was doing was wrong and that I should stop. But, she was fighting a battle she couldn't win because I'd been ready for her arguments even before Senem. I may not have had the guts to do anything until then, but I'd rehearsed the fights in my mind for a long time.

Her telling me she knew all along that I'd cheat on her like every man does was met with the fact that even the strongest man has his limits. And, there was no judge who would blame me, except to say I should have done it long ago, or I should have divorced her. Divorce was still an option if that's what she wanted, but again, the judge, even a female one, would be on my side not hers, once they learned the whole story. Besides, I wasn't cheating, because what I was doing was out in the open, not behind her back. As a matter of fact, wasn't it her who had told me to go get laid, and who'd said that my sex life was not her business? Her next argument was that I'd end up leaving her for the other girl. My answer was almost the same as the first one, that if I didn't do this we'd end up divorced quicker, because I wasn't going to live without sex anymore. So, she could risk possibly losing me to another woman somewhere down the road, or she could lose me now. Her third argument wasn't the same day, but it also got a similar response. What I was doing to her was cruel and it was tearing her apart inside. For that one, I just reminded her of the pain she'd put me through for 9 years. If my repeatedly telling her the whole 9 years how much she was hurting me didn't make her stop, what made her think I'd stop after only one week?

She did make one attempt to convince me to give up seeing Ugly by offering to change her ways. However, she proved it wasn't a serious offer by asking it the form of a hypothetical question a few days before I was to see Ugly again. If she promised to take care of my needs from now on, would I stop seeing this girl? I obviously told her I had stopped believing her promises a long time ago. And, I told her that I knew she'd only take care of me long enough to get me to drop Ugly, then she'd go right back to her old ways. She didn't even try to argue that her offer was genuine, so I knew it wasn't. Had she been serious though, she had a few nights where she could easily have shown me that she was at least willing to try. But, other than that one question, she did absolutely nothing to back up her offer. In other words, the end result was that she accepted the situation because she knew it was her fault and she knew she wouldn't do what it took to fix it.

You may think that I didn't do enough to try and figure out why she did the things she did. The fact is, that over the almost 9 years that we had this problem I did everything I could. I tried talking to her about it, both to find out what was wrong, and what I could do to make things more pleasurable for her. The answer I got most of the time was that there was nothing wrong and that she loved the way I made love and wouldn't change a thing. If that was really the case, she'd want sex more often, wouldn't she? And when I'd ask about the broken promises, she had no explanation as to why she kept making promises that she wasn't going to keep. Add to that that it was always the wrong time and place to talk about our problems, even when we were alone, and you can see that I was getting nowhere fast. Pushing the issue did get something out of her, what she labeled as things she hadn't wanted to hurt me by telling me. Things like me needing to take a shower before coming to bed, or work on making my stomach smaller. But, while they might be things she wanted, with one exception that I'll cover later, they had nothing to do with our sex life. That is, me doing them didn't make her more interested in sex, and it seemed the more I tried the less sex I got.

I also tried other things to increase her interest in sex, or to at least find out what she was interested in. Things like talking dirty to her, watching porn with her, reading dirty stories to her and even writing some of my own. These weren't totally ineffective, but their effects were extremely short lived. For example, the first time we watched a porn film together, it heightened her interest, and she wanted to watch more of them with me. However, less than two weeks later, she completely lost that interest, and is still not interested in watching them. The same thing applied to the dirty talk and the written fantasies. She'd shown interest in them initially, yet a week or so later she'd lost that interest. More importantly, none of those things did what I'd most hoped they would and that was get her to open up and start telling me what her fantasies were. Even me writing my darkest fantasies, the ones I'd never do, didn't make her feel comfortable enough to do that.

Now, let's go back to the one reason she had given me for not being really interested in sex that actually had something to do with sex. It had something to do with me not being forceful or aggressive enough during our lovemaking. The first time she mentioned it was after our doomed attempt at becoming swingers. I've talked before about how she willingly did things with him that she still refuses to do with me. And it wasn't just once; it was on three different occasions that she did these things with him. In answer to my question of how she could do them with him, but not with me, her answer was because he told her to, and she couldn't say no to him. When I asked for clarification, she said that since we were swinging with him and his wife, he expected her to act like a slut. And, since his wife also did all those things, how could she do any less without disappointing him? It was ok to disappoint the man she loved, but not ok to disappoint some other guy? And, after we quit swinging because of her jealousy, we had quite a few arguments about her still not wanting to do those same things with me. The main reason for the arguments was not just that she had done them; it was how willingly she did them.

For example, when he told her he was going to fuck her in the ass, she immediately dropped to her hands and knees and spread her ass cheeks for him. And, she did it that way all three times, with a big smile on her face. Yet, she still refuses to do it with me because it would hurt too much. The same goes for other things, like kissing me after I eat her pussy, or putting her lips anywhere near my dick after I've fucked her. But, when he told her to suck his cock, even right after pulling it out of her asshole, she went after it like she was starved for it. So, it wasn't just the acts themselves, it was the enthusiasm she showed that really bothered me. Had she hesitated at all, before doing these things, it wouldn't have bothered me half as much. And her only explanation was that same one, that she did it because he told her to, and she couldn't tell him no. I only recently learned that the wording she used was way more important than I thought.

The next time I ran across the subject of aggressive behavior was during some of our fights about her broken promises. During a couple of them, she told me that if I wanted sex that bad I should just take it. When I asked if she meant I should rape her when she broke her promises, she said that in those situations I shouldn't take no for an answer. Well, I tried to do it that way for a while, but it didn't work out for either one of us. That's because every time I tried it, she'd immediately start a fight saying that she really wasn't in the mood. The first time she did that, I stopped, and the next day she bitched that I hadn't gone far enough in the game. The next time I tried, she bitched that I'd gone too far and had hurt her. The real problem was that there was no rhyme or reason to whether it was too far or not. If I stopped at exactly the same point two days in a row, one would be too far and one wouldn't be far enough. And, since she refused to use a safe word because it would kill the realism, 9 out of 10 attempts ended with us not talking for days for one of those two reasons. In the end, I just got tired of having to rape my own wife for sex, and with the fights that came whether I raped her or not.

So, I started ignoring her broken promises and ignoring her too, which only resulted in more promises and more fights. And it kept going that way right up to the final lies to get pregnant. And once she did get pregnant, our sex life died completely because she had gotten what she wanted from me. As I said before, we only tried making love once, a week after we were sure she was pregnant. And, she immediately wanted to stop because she said it was causing her pain. Then came the nausea and the bloating, and whatever other complaints she had. So, the entire time she was pregnant, she didn't want to make love at all. This from a woman who swears up and down that she really loves sex. After our daughter was born, I waited a month for at least something, but when nothing came, I looked elsewhere. And, I completely dropped all romantic ties with her, only doing the minimum to keep our kids in the dark about our problems.

When I started seeing Senem, I didn't expect any changes because my wife didn't really know I was fucking her. When I got together with Ugly though, I figured she'd take some kind of action to convince me to give her up. But other than asking if I'd quit if she promised to take care of my needs, she did nothing at all. I mean, if she really wanted me to stop seeing Ugly, she should prove to me that she could keep such a promise, right? Instead, she just accepted that I was going to keep fucking Ugly, and made no attempts to have sex with me. If you think that made me happy, because I got to fuck both Senem and Ugly without her bitching all the time, you're wrong. I actually love my wife, and enjoyed making love to her when she was in the mood for sex. The only reason I was seeing other women was because we didn't have a sex life. And the only reason I wouldn't accept her promises is because we both knew she wouldn't keep them.

My best friend, being my best friend, knew all about the problems her and I were having. I don't just mean the fact that we were having problems, I mean the details as well. It was he who first mentioned that she might be the kind of woman who wanted to be taken. He said that some women were total sluts who would do anything a guy wanted them to. But, they were ashamed of the fact that they wanted to do all these nasty things. So, they wouldn't do any of those things unless they were sort of forced to do them. That way they could feel better about acting like a total slut by saying the guy made them do it. And, he thought my wife was playing the games she did to get me pissed off enough to force her to do the nasty things she wanted to do anyway.

The first time he told me that was when we first started having problems, not long after our son was born. I told him I didn't agree, because she was a virgin when we met, and we hadn't really done anything but normal lovemaking. His answer was to say that just because we'd never done those kinds of things didn't mean she didn't want to do them. And, just because she'd been a virgin when we met didn't mean she didn't want me to force her to be a slut. The next time he brought it up was after her and I had tried swinging to kick start our dying sex life. He said then that she had done all those things with that guy because he'd been aggressive enough for her. And, she wouldn't do them with me because I wasn't aggressive enough. He also thought that jealousy had nothing to do with why she had wanted to quit after only having fucked the guy three times. He said it was because she had wanted me to treat her the way that guy had, and I hadn't. So, rather than risk our marriage by continuing to do things with him that she couldn't do with me, she'd made up the jealousy thing.

You'd think that the fact that we tried the forced sex thing, and failed miserably, would have made him change his mind about my wife. Instead, he said that it only proved his point for him. She'd asked for it, and she'd told me when I was too soft as well as too hard, hadn't she? So, that meant it was something she definitely wanted me to do. The reason it failed, according to him, was that I went about the whole thing wrong from the beginning. First off, I was using the wrong kind of force to get her to do what I wanted. She'd told me what kind of force I needed to use when she told me why she did those things with the other guy. Like she said, he'd told her to do them, and made it plain to her that he wouldn't take no for an answer. He didn't pin her to the bed, and force her legs apart, or grab her head and push it towards his cock. He just told her to spread her legs, or told her to suck his cock, and she did it. That was the kind of force she wanted, to just be ordered to do those things in a forceful manner.

The second mistake I'd made was in apologizing for going too far and hurting her. When she'd told me I was being too soft, my response shouldn't have been to ask how hard I should be. It should have been to promise her that I would be harder with her the next time. And, when she'd told me I'd gone too far and that I'd hurt her, I shouldn't have ever apologized for it. I should have told her that if she did the things I wanted I wouldn't have to hurt her. That way she'd know I wasn't going to take no for an answer and that I'd do what was necessary to get what I wanted from her. By asking her to tell me how far I should go, and by apologizing to her, I'd shown that I would take no for an answer. All she had to do was tell me I was going too far, or hurting her, and I'd stop. That's why I'd failed, because she didn't want me to give her a way to refuse. So, to succeed, I'd have to take that option away from her. And only then would she be happy and give me the things that I wanted.

Before I continue, I need to explain some things about my best friend. I already mentioned, in Fucking Ugly, that he doesn't trust younger women because he thinks they're all trying to force you into marriage. As a matter of fact, he has a general distrust of all women regardless of their age. They're manipulative, and will use whatever tricks it takes to get what they want from men. It's just that older women have less of a reason to play those games so they are the ones he usually spends time with. His distrust also colors his views on sex too, and he feels that most women prefer men to be aggressive instead of loving and understanding like I try to be. So, I kind of took the things he said about my wife with a grain of salt, since I had no way of proving what he said was right, and every reason to believe he thought the same things about all women. Also, at the time these events occurred, we only got together about once every two weeks, so his advice always came after the fact. Now that we go to the gym together twice a week, we talk a lot more often and while these things are happening, not after they are history.

The next time the subject came up was when I told him about getting together with Senem. He had asked me how I was going to handle my wife when she found out about it. I had told him that she'd already seen that I was on the internet looking for sex partners and I'd told her then that I was serious about finding one. So, since she'd said then that my sex life didn't concern her anymore, I'd just tell her the truth. Her not taking care of my sexual needs had made this necessary, so she'd just have to live with it. He then asked what my response would be if she said she was going to start seeing other guys too. I told him that I really didn't care anymore, but I also doubted she'd do that, because she obviously wasn't interested in sex. That's when he repeated again that she wouldn't play her games if she wasn't interested. But, what she wanted was something I wouldn't or couldn't give her, and that was to take her like she wanted to be taken. So, if I wanted her to let me fuck other women, all I needed to do was find her a guy who would treat her like a cheap slut.

I ignored that one too, and it wasn't until after both of us were fucking Ugly that he brought it up again. By the way, it took her about a month after our second date to get him in bed. But, she'd made it clear that she was still going to spend her Friday nights with me. That's kind of what brought the subject up this time, although I didn't realize it at the time. He'd asked if my wife had started trying to convince me to stay home on those nights by offering me sex, and I told him no. She'd asked the question whether I'd quit if she started taking care of my needs, but she hadn't actually done anything. He said that was probably because she knew I wouldn't give her the kind of sex she wanted. I rolled my eyes and told him I already knew what he thought about women, but not all women liked forced sex. Since I'd never come right out and said it that way, I was a little surprised by his answer. He said that his believing all women were manipulative bitches didn't mean he thought all women wanted to be treated like sex slaves. As a matter of fact, he only knew three other women who got off on being treated that way.
The first was a girlfriend he'd had a long time ago who'd started playing the same games my wife did. He'd gotten tired of her shit, and dumped her and she ended up with some guy who treated her like shit. Thing is though, they are still together, and he still treats her like shit, yet she's one of the happiest women he knows. The second one wasn't one of his girlfriends, she was someone else's. They'd almost split apart until one of their older more experienced friends convinced him to try treating her like a slave in the bedroom. He wasn't sure if they were still together now, since he'd lost track of them. But, all the problems they'd been having had cleared up when he'd started treating her that way. Not beating her or anything like that, just treating her like a cheap slut in bed was all it took. The third was his again, and when she'd started that shit, he'd figured he had nothing to lose and tried it himself. The change in the girl had been surprising and she'd done anything he'd wanted her to. The only problem was that it was the only kind of sex she wanted, and he had wanted some normal stuff too. So, they'd ended up going their separate ways because he didn't want it her way all the time. That's why he knew what was wrong with my wife, because he'd seen the exact same type of games before.

When he saw that I still didn't believe him, he told me he could prove it to me if I wanted him to. That's when I understood that he had another motive behind bringing up this subject now. I mean, my wife is a beautiful woman and I know lots of guys would love a chance to fuck her. So I asked him if that's what he was getting at, that he wanted my permission to try and fuck my wife. He said why not, I was fucking his girlfriend wasn't I, and he wasn't complaining. I laughed and said he was more than welcome to try, and that I honestly hoped he'd succeed. He told me he knew he'd succeed, but he needed a little help from me to set things up initially. The idea was simple, I was to clear the way for him by having my wife send our son to a friend's house on Friday night by making her think I was going to spend the night with her not Ugly. After that, I was to leave the rest up to him, and he'd fill in any missing details during lunch on Monday. I figured I had nothing to lose, except her being pissed at me for a couple of days. So on Friday, while I was at work I sent her a message saying to have our son spend the night with our old neighbor's son because I had something special planned for after our exercises were over. Then I went and had a great night with Ugly, enjoying it as much as I could knowing the fight that'd be waiting when I got home.

The first clue that I might have been wrong was that not only was my wife not mad, she even hugged and kissed me when I slid into bed in the morning. It didn't go any further than that, but it was a sign that she was definitely pleased about whatever had happened the night before. I didn't ask her what had happened though, because that was one of the things my friend and I had talked about. No, it wasn't a part of the deal, that I wouldn't ask questions. It was supposedly for the same reason these women wanted to be treated that way. They wanted to act like total sluts, and do anything a man could possibly want them to do. At the same time, they were ashamed of wanting to do those things, which is why they wanted to be forced to do them in the first place. You couldn't expect them to admit that they'd enjoyed doing things they were ashamed of wanting, could you? He'd told me that was another mistake I'd made, wanting to talk about it afterward, because it made her uncomfortable. I should have just done it, and let her increased happiness tell me what I needed to know. And, she definitely was more cheerful and less of a bitch the rest of the weekend.

On Monday, that was the first thing my friend had asked, if she'd been a happier person. When I'd told him yes, he asked if I'd done anything to take advantage of it. I admitted that I hadn't even tried because I was enjoying the stress free weekend and didn't want to fuck it up. Had I tried things the way I was used to, she might have gone back to playing her games. And had I tried force like I did before, I'd probably get the same results I did then. So, I'd just left things alone until I had a chance to find out how he'd done what I couldn't do. He said there was no secret to it, he'd just told her what he wanted and she'd done it. I told him I didn't believe it was that simple, so he needed to start from the beginning. Like what had happened when he showed up at the house, and how he'd convinced her to have sex with him. I mean, I didn't think she just jumped into his arms as soon as she opened the door. And I didn't think she led him to our bedroom without some kind of fight. So I wanted all the details about how he'd pulled it off.

He said that there been some resistance, of course there had, that was part of the whole game. When he'd rung the doorbell, at around 10 PM, she'd opened the door and asked where the hell I was. Had I lied to her about going exercising, since we weren't together? He said no, we'd gone exercising, but I was probably in bed with my girlfriend by now. She said something about me being a lying son of a bitch and breaking my promise to her, then asked what he was doing there then. He told her that I hadn't broken any promises to her, I'd just told her I had something special planned for her. He was that something special that I'd planned for her, so I'd kept my promise. As for why he was there, that was simple; he was going to fuck the shit out of her. He said her mouth dropped open and her eyes almost popped out of her head when he said that. And, of course, she immediately told him that he was crazy and that he should get the fuck out of our house. He just looked her back in the eyes and told her to shut up, and after kicking the door closed behind him, told her to get on her knees where she belonged.

She didn't argue, and did exactly what he said, but she just knelt there and didn't do anything else. So, since she obviously wanted to be told what to do every step of the way, that's what he did. In a commanding tone he asked her what the fuck she was waiting for. She knew why she was on her knees, so she should take his dick out if his pants and start sucking. And that was exactly what she was waiting for, because as soon as he said it her hands jumped to his zipper and started pulling it down. No hesitation, no complaints and no back talk, just smiling eyes looking up at him as she stuffed his cock into her mouth. And, a few minutes later, when he told her he was getting ready to cum in her mouth, and she was going to swallow it all, she just moaned and started sucking more enthusiastically. She did gag a little, but she didn't pull away, and she kept sucking until he told her to stop. Then she knelt there licking her lips, waiting for his next command.

When he told her to get her ass in the bedroom and take off her clothes, again there was no argument. She just got up and headed that way, although he was sure the wiggle she put in her ass was just for him. By the time he got there, she was already naked and standing there waiting because he hadn't told her to lie on the bed yet. And she immediately did what he said when he told to lay down and play with herself while he finished undressing. The only time she balked was when he told her to tell him that she wanted him to fuck her. He figured that was because it would ruin the game if she admitted that she wanted it. He fixed that by telling her he didn't care if she really wanted it or not, but, she was going to say it as if she did, and make him believe it. That freed her up to beg for him to put his cock inside her and fuck her like the slut she was. By the way, the wording wasn't his, it was hers, including the slut part. Then he made her actually put his cock in her pussy instead of putting it in there himself.

After pounding into her for about 15 or 20 minutes, he pulled out and told her to roll over and get on her hands and knees. Then he told her to reach back and spread her ass cheeks open because he was going to fuck her there now. Again, no hesitation, and no argument, just a moan as he slid into her asshole. After he finished cumming there, he lay on his back and told her to suck his cock hard again so he could fuck her some more. She started doing that, but then the baby woke up and wanted to be breast fed. He said I might object to what he did next, but if he let her use the baby as an excuse, she'd try to use it every time. So, he told her to go ahead and feed the baby, but she was going to keep sucking his cock while she did it. The only argument she made was a reasonable one, so he let her have her way on it. That was that she didn't want him on the side the baby's head was on. So, he knelt on the side away from where the baby was breast feeding, and fucked her mouth slowly that way. He said that I got the idea, and that he'd cum in her pussy once, her ass twice, and twice in her mouth too, before he left in the morning. And other than the baby thing, she hadn't protested at all no matter what he told her to do.

After having heard his story, I thought a lot about how I could get the same things from my wife. But, I didn't do anything except think because I still wasn't sure he was right. Oh, I didn't doubt that they'd had sex of some kind or another, my wife's behavior when I got home that morning was proof enough of that. I just wasn't sure that things had happened exactly the way he'd said they did. Even if they had, there was no guarantee the same things would work for me. First off, my friend is a lot bigger than I am, so it was easier for him to intimidate her. Secondly, since my wife had already shown she could stop me with the right words, she'd probably just laugh if I tried the same things he did. And, finally, I didn't even know if I could do the things he'd done even if she would react the same way. As I've said over and over again, I'm the romantic type, and acting like he had really wasn't in my nature. So, the week rolled on, and my wife's happiness faded more with each passing day. And at no time had she made any mention of what had happened that night, that is until Friday. That's when she sent me a message asking if I was planning another special night for her. Why the hell not, if it would make her happy for a few days.

So I called my friend, and he said he'd be glad to, I sent her a message back saying yes.

If it sounds like I was a little depressed by this situation, it's because I was depressed. My friend fucking my wife didn't bother me, especially since Ugly was now officially his girlfriend and I was fucking her. No, what was bothering me was the same thing that had bothered me after our swinging attempts. That was the fact that my wife responded to another man in ways she never responded to me. It didn't depress me enough to ruin my night with Ugly. There's no way I could stay depressed when I was making love to her. But, it did make me decide that even if I failed miserably I had to try to get those reactions from my wife. And, I had to try as soon as I got home, because if I waited I'd lose my nerve and not be able to do it at all.

My friend had obviously worn my wife out more this time, because she was asleep when I got home. That almost made me decide to wait, but again I knew that I had to do it now or I'd chicken out later. So, I stripped naked and stood next to the bed before gently shaking her awake. Then before she could say much more than good morning, I told her to open her mouth. When she started to say something, I did exactly what my friend had said he'd done, and told her to shut up and just open her mouth like I told her to. When she said no, I just hardened my voice and told her to open it now, and like magic she did. Then I moved forward, slid my cock between her lips and told her to start sucking it softly like she knew I wanted it. My friend had been right about her eyes smiling, because they were smiling up at me now. One thing he didn't mention was whether or not he'd talked dirty to her. Well, other than making her beg him to fuck her that is. But, I was feeling pretty good that ordering her to suck my cock had worked, so I decided to treat her more like a slut. With that decision, I told her I hoped she liked how my dick tasted with my girlfriend's pussy juice all over it, because she was going to get to suck it after every one of my dates. When that made her moan and start sucking more vigorously, I said that next time I might fuck my girlfriend's ass right before I came home so she could taste that too. You should have seen how the light in her eyes brightened and how she went crazy trying to suck me after I said that.

I still couldn't believe that just using a commanding tone of voice had made such a change in my wife. And the enthusiasm with which she was sucking me was something I'd only seen, and never felt before. So naturally, I reached the point of no return fairly quickly. I knew she wouldn't stop me from cumming in her mouth this time, but I also didn't want her to gag since it would take some of the good feeling away. So I told her the trick that Ugly had learned from the internet, and that was to start swallowing before I started cumming, so she wouldn't get caught off guard, which was why women gagged. Then I proceeded to empty my balls into her sucking mouth. And, like my friend had said, she not only swallowed it all, she kept right on sucking until I told her she could stop.

Then, without saying a word to each other, we curled up together and slept for a little bit.

Sunday night, I used the same tone of voice to send her to the bedroom so I could fuck her. And, like she had with my friend, she stripped and was waiting by the bed when I got there. The big test though came Wednesday night, when I decided to see if I could get the one thing she'd always refused me. When I first mentioned that I planned to fuck her in the ass, I did get the same refusal I'd always gotten before. But 5 minutes before I planned to go to bed, I took a small dish and filled it with margarine from the fridge. Then I took it to her, and told her she had 5 minutes to use it to get her asshole ready for my cock. And, I told her that if she didn't want to use it, that was up to her, but in 5 minutes I was going to fuck her ass whether she was ready or not. Then I went out on our balcony to smoke a cigarette to give her time to think. Unlike with my friend though, she wasn't on her hands and knees holding her ass cheeks open when I got there. She was in the bedroom, and she had the dish of margarine I had given her, but that was as far as it went. And when I asked if she was sure she didn't want to get herself ready first, she said she didn't have to because she wasn't going to let me fuck her there.

This was it; the big test that I'd known would come sooner or later. Until now she'd played along because they were things we'd done when she'd been in the mood for me to make love to her normally. This though was something she'd never let me do before, and something she'd only done when her lovers had been strong enough and forceful enough. Now, before she'd let me do it, I had to prove that I could be as forceful as them, a test I'd always failed before. I could have snapped at her and made her jump, I could have raised my voice to her, and I could have even raised my hand in the universal threat gesture. But, those kinds of actions went against my personality, because I wasn't a violent person. Besides, true strength does not threaten those weaker than them. I had way more inner strength than any man who resorted to violence, and I'd proven that over and over by showing restraint when a simple slap would have gotten me what I wanted. Yet, my wife had to be shown that I had that strength, since she didn't understand what it had taken for me to restrain myself over the years.

So, I sat down on the bed, and asked her to sit down next to me. Then I looked her in the eyes and said that she knew I loved her and didn't want to hurt her in any way. When she smiled at that, I continued by saying that I'd asked her to do this one thing for me many times over the years, and she'd always refused. But, she'd done it willingly with other men, while still denying it to me, and up until now, I hadn't done anything to force her to do it. When she smiled an even bigger smile this time, I put only the slightest edge in my voice before continuing. Then I told her that I was no longer willing to accept that situation and, one way or another, I was going to fuck her in the ass tonight. So, since it was her first time doing this with me, I was going to give her one last chance to do what I had told her to do. If, when I came back this time, she was not on her hands and knees, holding her ass cheeks open for me, I was going to do it the hard way, and without any kind of lubrication. I gave her a minute to look in my eyes and see that I meant what I said, then without another word, I got up and left the room.

When I returned this time, there was a definite difference in what I saw. She was now naked and laying face down on the bed, but as soon as she heard my footsteps, she raised up on her hands and knees. Then, leaning forward until her head was on the bed, she reached back with both hands to show me her now greased up asshole. I wasted no time dropping my shorts and moving up behind her. Then, grabbing hold of her hips, and lining my cock up with her asshole, I shoved forward as hard as I could. She let out a small scream as half my cock buried itself inside her, then without waiting for her to catch her breath; I shoved again and buried the rest of it. I know I had hurt her, but I didn't apologize because that wasn't how the game was played. Instead, I told her that if she had done what I told her the first time, I wouldn't have been so rough, and that I hoped she'd be smarter from now on. Then, after giving her less than a minute to get used to me, I started slowly fucking in and out. Once I felt all resistance cease, I increased my speed and the hardness of my strokes to those I used when fucking her pussy. And then, as I had done when I fucked her mouth, I started talking dirty to her.

I told her that had she told of exactly what she wanted instead of playing games with me, we could have been doing this all along. And, it could have been just her and I; if that's the way she wanted it. But, since she'd forced me to go out and find a girlfriend, things were different. It wouldn't be just us anymore, because I'd decided I wasn't going to give up my weekly dates. Not only that, I'd also decided to give her to my best friend permanently on my date nights, since it was his girlfriend I was fucking. So, I hoped she was happy with the situation she'd created, since that was how it was going to be from now on. Although she didn't say anything in reply, I know she had no complaints about what I'd just told her. That's because she started moaning loudly and pushing her ass back hard against my cock. And when I pulled out after cumming inside her, she almost forgot about the game for a minute. Instead, she immediately got between my legs, and only stopped herself at the last second. Otherwise she wouldn't have waited for me to tell her to, before sucking my cock hard again for the next round.

I'm still not 100% satisfied with our sex life, because she still won't do anything unless I tell her to. But, I am very happy with the way she does those things once I give the orders. And, she no longer hesitates to do anything I tell her to do, even if it's every night of the week. As I said in Fucking Ugly, I still spend one night a week making love to my girlfriend, even though she's now married to my best friend. And, true to my word, my wife belongs to my best friend on those nights, to use anyway he wants to. Not only that, Ugly is also in on the games my wife likes to play. Because not only do my best friend and I swap wives once a week, we also get together as a group once a month or so. And, while Ugly isn't into making love to another woman, she has no problem ordering my wife to lick her clean after us guys fuck her pussy and her asshole. As for my wife, she'll never come right out and say she loves her new sex life, but we all know she does. That's because she shows it in other ways when we're not in bed, and when we are, that smile never leaves her eyes.