Eight years ago I got married. My wife Judy is a pretty good-looking 30-year-old woman. She probably couldn’t make a living as a model, but I think she looks great and has a great figure. Her 36B tits really don’t have to have a bra to hold them up. With a 26″ waist and 37″ hips she’s a little heavier than models are supposed to be. That hasn’t stopped a lot of guys from hitting on her. As if they had a chance.
Judy grew up in a straight-laced home. When we got married she was the kind of girl wearing “practical” clothes as she called them. I called them conservative. She never wore anything that hinted at sex. Naturally, She was a virgin when we got married.
I, on the other hand, was no stranger to sex. At 6’3″, I weighed in at 220 pounds. Not an ounce of fat anywhere. I was the type of macho guy that other guys hate. I excelled in sports and academics. It seemed like I got everything that I ever wanted. Jobs, girls, or you name it, I got the best. More than one guy was pissed off because I fucked his girlfriend. A few times I even screwed a married woman.
Then I met Judy. Everything changed. She resisted my charms. I had friends try to fix me up with her, but she said she knew my reputation and didn’t want to have anything to do with me.
One night we were at the same party and she found out that I wasn’t such a bad guy after all. I was (and still am) a cop. A couple of guys got drunk and started trying to force their attentions on Judy. I put a stop to it without hurting anyone or having anyone arrested.
Judy thought that was pretty cool. She wasn’t happy about the two guy’s behavior, but really didn’t want them to get into trouble. She knew they would apologize the next day.
Anyway, after I took care of those two guys Judy and I started talking. Once she got to know me, on a personal level and not by reputation, I was able to talk her into going out on a date. And the rest is history as they say. We dated for a while; got married; and settled down.
After we got married I started buying presents for Judy. I was interested in getting her into some sexier clothes and figured the best way was just to buy them and give them to her.
I started out by giving her a skirt that was about an inch shorter than any other skirt or dress she’d ever had. She never said anything, but she didn’t wear it for about three weeks. The day she wore that skirt I went out and bought another one. The second one was as long as her regular clothes.
I have a pretty good eye for what will look good on her and she really liked both skirts. Next, I bought a blouse with a scoop neckline. It wasn’t low enough to show anything but it was definitely the most daring top that she had. She didn’t wear it for about a month. As soon as she did I went out and bought her something else.
She realized then that the way to keep the new clothes coming was to wear the ones I bought. This continued right up to today.
It took a half dozen years, but now some of the clothes she wears now are blatantly sexy. Others are not. She knows I get turned on when she wears a sexy outfit. And she knows she is going to have fun letting me take it off her.
Anyway, life has been great. Nothing could be better. Except.
There’s just one weird thing. I have a nagging need to be humiliated. I don’t know why or how, I just know I need to feel totally humiliated. Something I’ve never experienced. I’ve even done some pretty stupid things to try and get in trouble, but every time I did something stupid it turned out right. I just can’t seem to have anything negative happen to me.
A time or two when Judy and I have been out and she was wearing something revealing I’ve heard guys make some kind of comment about punching me out so they could fuck my wife. I knew that Judy could hear too, and when I didn’t do anything she would look at me kind of funny.
It felt humiliating to have her looking at me in that way. Like, “Why aren’t you doing something to them? That’s your wife they’re talking about.” When she looked at me like that I got embarrassed. And humiliated. When your wife looks at you like you’ve failed you’d better believe it’s humiliating.
And the craziest thing is that deep down it felt good to have her look at me like that. I knew for those few seconds that she was thinking that I was a worthless shit. But that feeling was intoxicating and arousing. How can something so negative feel good? It doesn’t make sense to me, but then it doesn’t make sense to me why some people like pain.
About six months ago we were at a cop party and one of the guys there, Mark, was being a real jerk. He danced with Judy a couple of times and tried to feel her up. When he wouldn’t stop, she complained to me and expected me to do something.
I went over to Mark and told him to leave Judy alone and he said, “Not till I fuck her, Buddy.” I know I should have said or done something, but I just got Judy and took her home. As we were leaving I could hear him tell everyone that he was going to fuck Judy sooner or later.
I guess I should explain that there is somewhat of a rivalry between Mark and me. We went through the police academy at the same time and I was always in first place and he always came in second. He continued the whole time to try and beat me, not just to come in first but to beat ME. He really wanted to whip my ass at something and it just wasn’t going to happen.
I forgot about it as soon as we were out of the academy and working but he never gave up trying to beat me at something.
Well that night at the party he did. Judy was totally pissed that I hadn’t punched him out and let everyone know that she belonged to me and not that asshole Mark.
When we got home she wanted to talk about it. She said it wasn’t the first time I had let someone talk about her like that without doing anything. She asked me if I was afraid of him or what.
I tried to brush it off, but she wouldn’t let up. Finally I broke down and told her of my need to be humiliated and how when guys talked about fucking her, and I didn’t do anything, it was humiliating. Judy agreed that I should feel humiliated at letting other guys talk about her that way.