My Wife the Princess Whore - Sex Stories

My Wife the Princess Whore

... loved Paige. I loved our life together. So she explained. "I was looking some things up online when I stumbled upon a folder I wasn't supposed to find, I think." And suddenly I knew exactly what she meant. She'd found my secret porn stash. This wasn't my normal porn stash, with the stuff we occasionally watched together. This was the stuff with big titled blonde bimbos screaming about what big sluts they were as five men fucked them. This was the stuff with women eating cum from each other's assholes and getting rewarded by being slapped and spit on. This was the stuff with women getting skull fucked and asking for more, begging for more. I'd like to take a moment here to say that this didn't mean I was unhappy with our sex life. I think lots of guys have naughty porn stashes. That doesn't mean they don't love their wives or that they want their wives to change. I tried to explain as much to Paige but she wasn't having it. We weren't on the same page "You don't understand." She said. "I'm not angry because you lied to me about having this kind of porn." I was confused. "I'm angry because you lied to me about what kind of princess you want me to be." I was very confused. "I'm sorry, I forgot to mention that I masturbated to that porn stash of yours for three hours." She smiled. My head almost exploded. I tried to wrap it around what was happening. It was difficult. She wasn't angry. She was turned on. "The women in those videos… is that what you want me to be like?" She asked, ...

... biting her lip. I was about to answer with the requisite "No honey, I want you to be just he way you are…" etc, etc, like any husband would. But she stopped me before I could speak. "Be careful what you say. I'll only ask this once. And whatever the answer is, I'll give you what you want. Now… is that what you want?" She looked deep into my eyes. The face that she made when she was lusting for something heavily, seemed multiplied by a hundred now. I didn't now what to answer. I didn't honestly know what I thought. I knew I just had to open my mouth and say whatever it was I was going to say. "Yes" Was the word that came out. Paige greeted it with a big smile. "Okay." That was all. I didn't know if I should say something. I didn't know if anything would come next. But we didn't talk about it at all for the rest of the night. The next day at work it was all I could think of. I didn't know what was going to happen, if anything. Or was it all just a game. Of course, as soon as I got home I realized it was all very real. Paige greeted me at the door with a big smile. Naked. Her small nipples were hard. She'd dyed her hair blonde. She'd shaved her pussy, which had always been a trim triangle, bald. It was a touch moist. "Do you like it?" She asked. Of course I did. I nodded. But I had questions. "What are you doing?" I asked. "What do you mean?" She said coyly. "Well, why are you naked?" "I only put on clothes when you give me permission to put on clothes." She smiled. "What… what ...