Four Times a Year Part 2Submitted by: Michael Freemont
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As the weeks passed, Andrew tried very hard to accept the situation. His wife and his former best friend were lovers.. It was hard to accept that he would never again have intercourse. Not with his wife and of course not with any other woman not while he was married to Carol. A divorce would leave him alone with a lot less money and little access to his kids And his wife wouldn't even let him masturbate. It was very hard having to live with his penis being locked up only to be released by his wife four times a year when she would give him a hand job. A hand job! Four times a year! On the thirtieth of those months that had thirty days April, June, September and November. He was so frustrated, being a young man in the prime of his sex life and being restricted to having only four orgasms a year and by a hand job!! No more sex ever!
And yet his wife demanded that he take care of her with his mouth every morning and every night when she was not with her lover. Never like a normal man only with his mouth and his tongue and his nose. On and in her pussy. And now, more recently, on and in her ass. She loved that. She discovered how sensitive she was back in there. And now she no longer would bother to wash up first and Andrew was afraid to complain because he knew that would get her mad. She had gotten mad a few weeks ago when he mentioned it. . "That's how I smell Andrew. That's me. Now stop talking and get your face down in there before I really get mad."
Andrew hated his life but he didn't see anything he could do to change it. Carol had been right. A divorce would ruin him and leave him very much alone. And he loved her. He kept hoping this insanity would end.
For Carol it was wonderful. She couldn't believe what she was able to make her husband do. Locking up his penis and restricting his sexual relief to only four times a year and then only by her giving him a hand job had been a wonderful idea. It made him so docile, so submissive to her. Sexual denial for a man in the prime of his sexual life did that. And that feeling of his face in her ass, his tongue up there ---. Wow! What man would do that for his wife? Well Andrew wasn't a man he was a wimp . What a wonderful life. A lover that was all man and a husband what was a wimp and that she could make do anything she wanted.
What bothered her was that she knew her husband was always hoping things would change. He was not accepting the life she was imposing on him as well as she had hoped. Carol knew that Andrew hated Bob. She couldn't really blame Andrew could she? Bob used to be his best friend and now Bob was his wife's lover. Carol insisted that Andrew show respect for Bob even though Bob showed no respect for Andrew. "I know darling, I know. But he's so good to me and the kids. He makes me so happy. And you should want me to be happy. You should be grateful to him. You know you can't do what he can for me. I know he sometimes makes fun of you but sometimes what he says is true and funny and I'm sorry when I laugh but please try to accept it like you're accepting everything else. Do it for me. I love you." And she did but as her docile and submissive wimpy husband.
Carol and Bob were having a wonderful relationship, having sex only with each other, sharing emotions but not having the responsibility of married couples. Carol had Andrew there to clean the house and baby-sit the kids - and take care of her sexual needs with his mouth when her lover had to be away. Life was perfect for her. But she was not pleased that her husband was not accepting this way of life as being permanent
She didn't know why got such pleasure from seeing the pained look on Andrew's face as he watched her getting dressed for her dates with her lover and she continued to make Andrew help her get ready. "Andrew, I'm late. Pick out my clothes while I put on my makeup. Try to be useful and be a help for me. Bob and I are just going to a casual dinner tonight and then to his place to be together so just pick out something casual for me to wear. Something you think Bob would like to see me in tonight. Come on sweetheart, Bob was your best friend. You know what he likes. Stop moping and hurry up and make yourself useful." Andrew felt his cheeks burning but his wife was speaking to him so nicely. But she wanted him to pick out clothes for her to wear that her lover would like. But he did what she said. He took out a pair of her jeans and a blouse as Carol watched, amused. What he picked out was okay for tonight. She liked this. She wanted him to learn all about her clothes and which article would be appropriate to wear on different occasions. "That's good sweetheart. Now pick out a bra and panties. No pantyhose just panties. Bob doesn't like pantyhose for these casual get-togethers.. He likes my legs bare." Andrew swallowed but he did what his wife said. She smiled. She knew how outrageous this was. She was making her husband pick out panties and a bra for her to wear with another man. "Oh you're getting good at this sweetheart. But tonight I think I want a sexier pair of panties." She put back the pair Andrew picked and took out a more lacey pair. "There. I think Bob would like these better. He'll get so excited when I take off my jeans and he sees these. What do you think?" Andrew swallowed and nodded and Carol pretended she didn't see the tears in his eyes. "Carol, ," he said, almost sobbing, "When are things going to get back to the way they were? When are things going to be normal with us? I'll try to make you happy. I want you to give me another chance give us another chance. I want to be your husband again. I'll be a better husband"Carol put her finger to his lips to stop him. Again she was upset that he hadn't accepted all this. "Darling, things are never going back to the way they were. This is normal for us now and I wish you would accept it. I love you and you are my husband and you will always be my husband but Bob will always be my lover." Later that night she discussed her disappointment with her husband's attitude with her lover.
"Oh sweetheart, I know it's Labor Day weekend but don't you see it's a perfect time for Bob to take us camping. The kids are looking forward to it. Jennifer adores Bob and Sammy looks up to him like a hero. I know you'll be lonely but it's only three days and I'll leave you a list of things that have to be done around the house to keep you busy. Now try not to be so gloomy. Don't forget it's September and you know what that means. Less than thirty days to go for a cum day." It was the first time his wife spent a weekend with her lover. And they were taking the kids. Seven year old Jennifer and five year old Sammy. His kids. And they were becoming attached to Bob. And Andrew knew that's what Carol and Bob wanted. Andrew hated Bob. "B-but Carol, why can't I come too? Why can't we all go?" She smiled at her husband. "Sweetheart, you'd be out of place. Don't you see that? Look, Bob and I bought a new sleeping bag. A sleeping bag they call a lovers' sleeping bag. We're going to be spending the nights together in one sleeping bag. We're going to fuck al night and then fall asleep with his cock in me. It's very romantic. I really don't think you want to be there. Trust me on that. And besides, I want the kids to get used to Bob. He's going to be spending more time at our house." Tears came to Andrew's eyes. What else could he say?
It was a terribly lonely and sad three day weekend for Andrew. He did all the chores on his wife's list not only to be obedient to her but to keep him busy so the time would pass. He couldn't even masturbate because his penis was locked up in that awful device. He was so depressed. What were they all doing? Carol didn't call him and he didn't even know how to get in touch with her if he needed her. She finally called him Monday morning. "Hi sweetheart. We're all having a wonderful time. We're all going hiking this morning and then we're coming home. Thank you for being so understanding about this. Bob and I fucked every night and that sleeping bag is something.. Well gotta go. I'll see you later. I love you. Bye."
Finally at 4 PM that Monday Andrew heard, and then, looking out the window he saw Bob's car pull up. He saw the kids get out of the car and then he saw his wife deeply kissing her lover and then she got out of the car and Bob drove away. Any guilt Carol may have felt about leaving her husband alone that long weekend vanished when Andrew meekly kissed her ass as he was required to do when she came into the bedroom., turned her back and bent over. She smirked at her husband and then plopped down in the bed and took off her sneakers and socks and began to rub her feet. "Ohhh my poor feet are killing me from all that hiking. Come here sweetheart and rub them for me." Andrew went to sit next to his wife on the bed and Carol put her bare feet on his lap and Andrew began to rub them.. "Oh sweetheart, that feels soooo nice. And Andrew, thank you again for being so understanding about Labor Day weekend. I know it was mean of me to leave you home all alone with all that work to do. By the way, did you finish everything?" Andrew swallowed as he kept rubbing his wife's foot and said sadly, "Yes." "You're such a good boy, I know this all must be very hard for you. I mean I'm your wife and here I went away for a weekend with a guy that used to be your best friend. But I'm happy that you're adjusting to it so well. And we did the right thing in locking up your penis in its cage. You probably would have spent the entire weekend masturbating and not getting any of your work done if you could touch it." And as she said that she took her free foot and caressed her husband's face but as her feet were very smelly, Andrew instinctively moved his face away. Carol was amused. "Do my feet smell?" she asked innocently. "Yes," Andrew said simply. Now Carol had a wicked idea. "They must stink. We didn't shower all weekend and we've been hiking. Andrew darling, be a sweetheart and lick my feet clean for me." "Carol!," Andrew said, "That's disgusting." Carol was amused but now she was determined that her husband was going to lick her smelly feet. "You know Andrew, sometimes I just don't understand you. In a little while you're going to have your tongue up my ass and you know that. You've been doing that for me for months now and I've been so happy that you've stopped complaining about the smell and taste of my ass and now you're complaining about the smell of my feet? Andrew, isn't that ridiculous? Think about it. Seriously Andrew, be honest now. You've accepted that you have to stick your tongue up my ass but you don't want to lick my feet because they smell? Andrew swallowed feeling so foolish. What his wife said made sense but it was so degrading. "I-I-I guess so," Carol smiled. This was so easy. "Of course it is. Now come on. Open your mouth and let me get my foot inside. There! That's it. Is that such a big deal? Oh Andrew this feels so nice. I love this. Now come on move your tongue. Clean my foot for me. Like that. Yes. Oh that feels wonderful. Ohhhh. Come on, suck on each toe. That's it and get your tongue between my toes. Oh what a good boy you are. Now lick my soles. Yes. Oh Andrew I love this." And Carol made her husband continue for an hour, having to lick every part of one foot and then the other one. Finally she let him take a shower an brush his teeth and when he came out of the bathroom he saw his wife laying on the bed on her stomach without her clothes and with her large thighs spread wide. He knew what she wanted. Andrew dutifully kissed her large butt and then went inside and because Carol hadn't showered for days he had a hard time controlling his stomach. Carol smiled, knowing what her husband must be experiencing and felt surge of power in her control of him.
And so, having to lick his wife's feet in the evening became another part of their lives. It was wonderful for Carol but disgusting for Andrew but he had to accept his wife's logic it had to be less offensive than having to lick and kiss her ass. And Carol would talk on the phone to her friends or to Bob while poor Andrew was forced to clean his wife's feet with his tongue. She would look down at him while she chatted. He looked so cute with her foot in his mouth.
Life was wonderful for Carol. She had a sexy, masculine lover and a submissive husband who she could make do just about anything. The only thing that bothered her was that she was always afraid it might change. Andrew kept talking about things going back to the way they were. She had to get Andrew to accept that this was how his life would always be. She needed Bob as her lover but she also needed Andrew as her submissive husband.
Carol loved having her ass kissed by her husband. It was something that she only discovered after she had locked up Andrew and it was something she knew she could never again do without. She loved to lay on her stomach with her legs spread talking on the phone or reading the paper or a magazine while she had poor Andrew keep his face deep in there, kissing and licking and she would keep him at this for at least an hour. And then there were those nights when she had been with Bob and didn't want or need more sex and she would just have Andrew put his face in there and "kiss her to sleep".
His little revolt took place in the middle of September.. Carol had had a tough day and she was in a bad mood and needed and was enjoying her husband's mouth and tongue back in there and then, just as she was about to orgasm she farted. The loud sound and the blast of the warm smelly gas in Andrew's face startled him and caused him to pull his face out of his wife's ass just at the wrong time. He ruined her orgasm and Carol was furious. How dare he pull his face out of her ass as she was about to cum! The fact that she had farted in his face was irrelevant as far as she was concerned because by this time she had absolutely no respect for her husband and she felt that she had the right to fart in his face if she wanted to. "Damn you Andrew!" she screamed. "What the hell did you pull away for? I was just about to cum! What's the matter with you? Aren't you used to my smells by now? Now get your face back in there and don't you dare take it out until I tell you that you can!" "Carol Just a minute This is ridiculous. You just farted in my face"Oh shut up Andrew! You just ruined my orgasm Finally after all these years of marriage we find a way that you can satisfy me and, like you've been doing all of our married life, you screw up. Andrew, you're like a nine year old little boy; I thought you had learned how to pleasure me with your mouth since your little penis is worthless oh what's the use!" "Carol, maybe we should talk about this. Maybe a divorce would be the best thing. It's clear I'm not making you happy""Oh just shut up Andrew." "Please Carol listen. I tried to do what you want. I agreed to let you lock up my penis and give me relief only four times a year with your hand. I kiss your ass because I know how you like that. But you won't even wash up first. Carol, I don't want to get you mad but you smell down there and I accepted that like I accept having to - to lick your feet clean. every night. But this is too much. You fart in my face and then you get upset when I pull away? When are you going to treat me like a man again?" Carol was no longer angry and, in fact, she felt like laughing but she didn't. "Andrew, we'll talk about this later. I have to go. I'm meeting Bob and I have to get ready. Come on be a good boy and pick out my clothes." Andrew was glad his wife didn't seem to be mad any longer but he was still upset.
Later that night she discussed it with Bob as they lay in bed. Bob laughed. "You're a real bitch you know that." Bob said. Carol smiled and then bent down and gave his cock a kiss. "I guess you're right. Maybe I should let him have sex with me like he wants." "Okay, okay - you're right. You always are. The poor bastard." "Andrew is very important in my life darling. He licks my feet and my pussy and my ass. It's wonderful to have a husband like that. But I've got to get him to stop always thinking that things will change. I've got to get him to stop thinking of himself as a man. He still wants to have regular sex with me with his penis. He can't get it through his head that I want his mouth not his penis. I spoke to Clair, the woman that sold us his cock cage and she told me that Andrew's reaction is very common and she told me the key is that I now have to completely destroy his ability to function as a male and kill all his pride. She has a new device for him that I'm going to pick up tomorrow. Now come on let's fuck again."
When September 30th came Carol was very loving to her husband. "Are you very excited darling? Are you thinking about tonight? Your first orgasm in more than three months - 92 days. I'm going to make it special for you. Go take a shower and shave and hurry." When Andrew came out of the bathroom he saw what he expected what he saw every night when his wife was home and not with her lover. Carol was undressed and on her stomach on the bed with her legs spread and Andrew knew what he had to do and so he did. He kissed her asscheeks that was foreplay and then "went inside" and kissed and licked and brought his wife to an orgasm. And he kept licking. He knew he was not to stop until his wife told him he could.
Carol smiled. Oh this was wonderful she never wanted to lose this. She just couldn't. What woman could ever get her husband to do this for her? She loved Andrew. But like this. With his face in her ass. Not like a man. Bob was a man - her man . She just had a wonderful orgasm and her husband was now cleaning her back in there. She smiled as she lay there enjoying his mouth and tongue. She knew she should feel guilty about what she had done to him and what she was now going to do to him. But she had to. She saw that he was always asking to go back to when they were like a normal husband and wife. She had really thought that she could get Andrew to just accept having a hand job four times a year and that he would accept Bob as his wife's lover as a permanent thing.
Finally she signaled that Andrew could get up and then she did and went over to the desk and got the handcuffs which she tossed to him. Andrew swallowed but quickly cuffed his hands behind his back, understanding the reason so his wife would be able to lock the chastity device back on when they were done without any hassle from him. Then Carol went over and unlocked the cage and removed it, freeing his penis for the first time since last June more than three months ago.. Then she took a tissue and held it over the tip of his penis with her left hand and she wrapped her right hand around his organ and squeezed. Carol felt the penis get just semi-hard and then it erupted in the tissue. Talk about premature ejaculation! Andrew couldn't have intercourse if she permitted it which of course she wouldn't. She knew that was the reaction from being locked up for three months. "Does that feel nice, sweetheart?" "Oh yesss," Andrew said. Carol wanted to laugh. He had just licked out her asshole and she was giving him a hand job. That was fair in this marriage. Then Carol was ready for her new plan. She went into the kitchen and came back with a bowl of ice and the new chastity device.. Andrew was puzzled. Carol kissed him on the forehead and explained it to him.
"Darling, do remember back in May when I first locked your chastity tube on and I told you there were devices that wouldn't let your penis get erect because they were small and had little spikes and Bob and I thought that would be cruel?" Andrew, still not understanding, nodded. "Well, Bob and I have been talking about it and well we changed our minds. We discussed this and we decided that an erection is for a man that's going to have sex or for a boy that's going to masturbate. Well, since you know that you're never going to have sex again and you know you're not allowed to masturbate we don't think your penis should ever get erect. There's just no reason for it to. When it does erect it's sort of defying us When I see your penis erect in its cage it's like well like it's showing off or worse, objecting to the four times a year program we set up for it. And when I mentioned this to Bob he commented that I might change my mind and want to have sex with you again someday. Now isn't that awful? Here Bob has agreed to only having sex with me and I think it's only fair that he should be able to know that I will only have sex with him but when I tell him about your attitude and your penis trying to erect he becomes concerned that I might change my mind and I don't think we should do anything to cause Bob concern. Don't you agree?" What could Andrew say? This whole conversation was ridiculous.
"Now I like your penis to be very small the way it is now. That's perfect for you. And this new cage with the spikes will keep it small." Andrew stared at the device. "It it's so so tiny "Carol smiled. "I know. And that's how I want your penis to be. Tiny. And these spikes will teach your penis to stay tiny . - the way I want it." Then Carol applied the ice to her husband's penis and it shriveled and shrunk as Carol expected it would and then she fitted on the cage and locked it. "There! See? That's the perfect size for it and that's how I want it to stay." Then she laughed. "Oh darling it looks like the penis of a nine year old. It's perfect for you Andrew." And then she hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Honey, I love you very much. I think I love you now more than I did when we got married but sweetheart, I don't look at you the way I did then. When we got married I looked at you as a man my man and then I was disappointed and frustrated until I got involved with Bob. Bob is my man now and he makes me very happy." "B-but but what about - me?" Andrew thought he sounded pitiful. "Do you love me Andrew?" "You you know I do-" "Well sweetie, if you love me you should want me to be happy and accept Bob as the man in my life. He makes me very happy. I want you in my life too darling but not as my man. I love the way you make love to me with your mouth, not your penis. Your penis is pathetic and that's why we're going to keep in nice and tiny to sort of remind you that it's not the penis of a man. Do you understand? Darling, I want more than anything for you to accept your position in my life. I want you to accept the fact that your penis will never never be inside me or any woman again. And I think that new device will help drive that home to you."
Carol had decided that she didn't want her husband to ever be able to get an erection and she wanted his penis to remain pitifully tiny. She had several reasons. For one thing, she wanted to emasculate him so that he couldn't think of himself as a man. Maybe then he would stop asking her if things would go back to a normal marriage. Last week when she reminded him that he would get his hand job very soon, he had asked her again almost pleadingly why they couldn't make love like a normal married couple on September 30. instead of only getting a hand job. That bothered her. While he seemed to be accepting the rule that his penis would remain locked up and he would get release only four times a year, he was asking to have intercourse. And that made up her mind about what she had to do.
"Now sweetheart, if you get excited and it starts to hurt just put ice or cold water on it and that will get your penis nice and tiny like we did before - the way I want it. Oh I love how it looks darling." Carol laughed. "Like a nine year old. Oh darling, I almost forgot. There's one more thing. Whenever you answer me I want you to say Yes dear,' or No dear'. That's how submissive husbands talk and I think that will help you accept all this."
That night, when nature caused his penis to stiffen Andrew awoke in pain and rushed into the bathroom and threw cold water on his locked penis. Carol was awake when this happened and was amused and when Andrew came back to bed she acted like a concerned wife like there was nothing that could be done to relieve her husband's pain. "Darling, are you okay?" "It hurts a lot Carol.' "Oh you poor thing. The cold water should help." "Carol dear please take this thing off and put the other one on." "Andrew, it's not coming off until November 30th. You know that. Now accept it. It will only hurt until your penis learns not to try to erect and show off. That shouldn't take more than a month or so and when it learns that it's not to erect it won't hurt you anymore. But it's not coming off before November 30th Andrew so don't ask again. Now come on let's go back to sleep. I love you."
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