CHAPTER 1b

A moment later, loud thumping sounds start coming from the living room, hitting the floor over and over. I rush in to see what’s wrong. At first I think it’s a coincidence, think she’s joking around. I mean my wife has a pretty goofy personality. She’s in front of the TV, bouncing wildly up and down, vaguely to the beat of the song. But the music stops… and she continues. Her face oddly blank, just staring at the screen same as always, as if this is a normal way to watch TV. She looks over at me, “Hey babe.” Then looks back at the screen, still bouncing.

“Liz, what the fuck are you doing?” I’m so confused. I don’t get the joke.

She looks at me again, frowns, shakes her head with a bit of attitude. “What?” she snaps back as if annoyed. I stand and stare, dumbfounded. She’s in her comfy sleepwear. Tight joggers and a tight long-sleeve shirt. A low neckline, showing just a bit of cleavage, clearly no bra beneath, tits bouncing around freely. I’ve never seen her act like this. She’s modest and shy, even around me. She’d never do this.

I rush back to the book in my office. Heart racing, I stare down at what I wrote. ‘Jump around’. No fucking way! This has to be some prank. But I can’t think of any other explanation. I quickly pick up the pen and jot down the words ‘stop jumping around’.

The noise from the living room stops almost instantly. My heart is throbbing in my ears, my head spinning. This can’t be real!

I gingerly walk back in the living room, eyes scanning my wife, trying to make sense of all this. She’s back on the couch, breathing heavily, face flushed, but otherwise just continues watching TV. She glances at me again, giving me a weird look, “Babe, what’s wrong? Why do you keep looking at me like that?” I’m at a loss for words.

“Uh- I- Lizzy, what were you just doing?” She looks around, annoyed and confused. “Just now. You were jumping up and down.”

She looks at me like I’m the crazy one, “Ummm so? What’s your problem? I’m just watching my show.” She’s getting angry. Clearly she’s convinced that whatever she was just doing was perfectly normal. I back off the topic, nodding like she’s right, then return to my office.

I stare down at the book. My mind racing. She must be fucking with me. But how? I look around the room, at the ceiling, under the desk. There’s no way she saw what I wrote, or when I wrote it. She acted upon the commands immediately, like she was hypnotized or something! I sit down and stare at the book for probably a full hour, deep in thought, petrified and bewildered. Then I slam it shut and hide it in my desk.

We go to bed later, but I lie awake. If this thing is real, what else can it do? It needs names or places. And then some sort of command, or law. And it takes things very literally. I didn’t write how long to jump around for, so she kept going until I countered it with another law. I need to be extremely careful with my wording, practically lawyer-like.

And I’m still not convinced this is real. But there’s one way to find out for sure. Jumping around is one thing. But if I make my wife do things she’d really never do…

In the middle of the night, I sneak out of bed without waking her. Back in my office, I pull out the book, pick up the pen, and carefully craft another law. Closing the book and hiding it again, I hold my breath and wait anxiously, heart thumping.

I swivel in my desk chair, facing the door as I hear it opening slowly. Lizzy walks in to the dimly lit office.

“Babe?” My voice is shaky and unsure. My wife’s face is calm, but there’s a hint of unease. Her eyebrows a bit furrowed.

But she steps forward, “Is- is it a bad time? You want me to… you know?” Her pale blue eyes glance down at my crotch as I sit carefully reading her face. She sounds heartbroken, scared, but weirdly determined.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want.” A compromising phrase I’ve used countless times with her. And my words are still vague, careful not to incriminate myself in case this really is all some misunderstanding.

But she shakes her head and kneels down on the floor before me, “No, I do. Don’t I? It’s my wifely duty, right?” Oh my God! Those are exact words straight from the law I wrote!

“That’s… right… but I- I haven't showered since this morning…” Against every urge in my body, I’m still giving her an out, still giving her the typical politeness. This is usually where she takes me up on it, gets what she wants.

“Why would that matter?” She looks genuinely confused. She’s right, with the way I worded the law, this is her duty no matter what. I shrug and shake my head, then beckon her to me with a nod. She crawls closer slowly, letting her hips sway beneath her tight nighttime sweatpants in an almost laughable attempt at seduction. She’s hardly ever done anything of the sort, and it shows. But I feel my dick stir in my shorts all the same.

Lizzy sits back on her heels, kneeling between my knees, reaching her hands up to start tugging at my shorts. Her eyes are bashful, but she can’t hide her anxiety. She keeps glancing at me, adorably trying her best to appear sensual, clearly no idea how. Her round cheeks a bit rosy with embarrassment. The light smattering of freckles on her face only visible when you’re this close. A face that always looks much younger than she is. And those lips. A natural pouty puffiness, curling up into slight dimples that always make her seem like she’s smiling a bit, even when she’s not.

She helps me slide out of my shorts, and without underwear, my bare ass feels the cool leather of my office chair. I can’t believe this is happening! I chose this particular command because I was sure it wouldn’t work, thought for sure this would prove the whole magic book thing to be bullshit.

My wife hasn’t done this in years. When we were dating, she used to begrudgingly agree to it, more eager to please me back then. But she hates it. Always says it makes her want to puke. Finds it degrading. So over time I asked less and less, not wanting to make the woman I love do something she despises so thoroughly. But eventually less often became not at all.

None of that seems to matter now. As Lizzy’s warm palm grips me, my cock stiffens. Her hand pumps gently, remembering how to work it. Within a minute, I’m full-mast, pulsing in her hand, a bead of precum getting squeezed out the top.

She makes eye contact again, feigning a smile, batting her eyes in an attempt to emulate what she thinks she’s supposed to do. She rarely has to take charge like this, always passive and modest, even during sex. But she was given specific commands, and she dredges up every memory of what women seem to do in this situation. Of how to please a man as she should.

And I see through the facade. I know my wife well. She’s terrified. So fucking uncomfortable. Her face scrunches up a bit, clearly smelling my cock. I’m not that dirty, but it’s been a long day. And it’s always common courtesy to shower or present yourself nicely before sex, let alone before having my dick a foot away from her face.

My heart races as she leans forward and engulfs my cock. The heat and wetness envelopes me. Her tongue slides along the shaft. A tooth scrapes gently along my tip, but I couldn’t care less. I’m inside her mouth! I had given up on this, contented myself with a boring sex life where I’d probably never do this again. But here she is! Stuffing my meat in her little mouth!

She moves slowly up and down. Both hands gripping and caressing the hilt of my shaft as my swollen cock fills her up. She goes as deep as she thinks she can, coughing here and there. I can’t help but grin as she stares in concentration at my belly button, struggling every step of the way. I’m suddenly reminded of just how bad she always was at this. At least I know she wasn’t faking it, was always giving her best, as pathetic as that was.

I let her take her time, my elbows up comfortably on my armrests, just happy to be buried in my wife’s face once again. And she hates every second. Her pretty eyes quiver, the look on her face priceless. She can’t stand the taste of my dirty cock. But her tongue laps away anyway. Swirling around as she bobs up and down.

Lizzy has seen porn, I mean everyone has. She knows some tricks, knows what to try. She hums, her voice trying to stimulate me with vibrations. She slurps and sucks, trying to make lewd noises. And then eye contact again as she lifts off me and licks all the way down the side of my dick. I feel sorry for her, her eyes tired from waking up in the middle of the night to do this, going bloodshot from the exertion. But as she stuffs me back inside her mouth, a shiver of desire washes away any reservations I was feeling.

Her hands occasionally remember to massage my balls, and her head works faster and faster as she starts to see me reacting more heavily. She wants this over as quickly as possible.

But for some reason, that nags at my mind. A spark of cruelty shoots through my thoughts. I put on a poker face, hiding how aroused I’m getting. And I try to hold out instead of just giving in and letting her end this. Normally she whines and wins me over. Anything uncomfortable, anything difficult, and she’s normally let off the hook, pampered like a little princess. She deserves it usually, to be honest. Such a kind girl, such a sweet face. But as I sit here watching that face pumping up and down on my cock, tears forming in her pretty eyes. It’s just too good of a moment to pass up. Just this once, let me have my way, let me use my wife as I please.

I deliberately hide all signs of my impending climax, letting her work as hard as she can, thinking she’s got a long ways to go. Her blonde waves flop as she moves. Cheeks pink from the effort. She lets out a loud cough, and I feel a nasty splatter of saliva shoot down my shaft. Her lips quickly slurp the slime back up, trying to regain any amount of decency she can in this situation.

Seconds away and I still remain calm. Urp Urp Urp! My innocent wife starts gagging on my cock, working me as hard as she can. And for some reason, it’s not enough. I need to go all the way, do something I’ve never gotten to do with her.

My hands fly forward, gripping her roughly by the hair. She yelps, but I shove her down hard, gagging her, driving myself down her throat. Her hands flail and fight me reflexively at first, but she seems to realize she has to do this, accepting that this is just part of her ‘wifely duties’.

And for the first time ever, I unload down my wife’s throat. Through coughing and gurgling, my cream shoots out inside her. The feeling is unreal, my entire cock engulfed in her warm face-hole, my tip being squeezed repeatedly by her clamping throat. My fingers can’t help but dig into her scalp, gouging at her hair with a bit more roughness than I’ve ever shown her. She tries to scream, cough, and hold back from puking all at the same time.

And in the process, my jizz explodes every which way inside her. Splashing around my cock, shooting down her poor esophagus… and even squirting out her nose! Lizzy squirms and shakes her head around in utter disgust, my cum leaking out her nostrils, onto my groin. But my hands hold her there, savoring a few more precious seconds within her mouth.

Finally, breathing heavily, my hands let go of her blonde locks, allowing her to burst off of me. She collapses hunched over on the floor, coughing violently, hands covering her mouth. I give her all the time she needs, just grinning to myself as I sit there letting my heart rate slow. My cock flexes and oozes the last few spurts of cum, dripping down my shaft as my eyes hazily watch my wife coughing between my feet.

Then after a few seconds of recovery, Lizzy kneels upright again, faces me, and visibly gulps with her mouth closed. My cock jumps in excitement again as I watch for the first time ever… my prude of a wife swallowing my cum! Without a complaint, without a word, she leans forward and finishes me up. Her tongue flicks out as she grips my softening cock in her hands once more. She laps at the dribble of white cream slipping down my shaft. Her face crinkled in sheer disgust. But she carries on, sucking at the urethra, then cleaning up every other inch of her husband’s dick.

My eyes just stare in disbelief. It worked! Look at this! A sight I never thought I’d see. Lizzy… cleaning my jizz, eating it up off my spent cock.

After a minute, she leans back and looks up at me, trying to smile again, giving me a look that asks ‘am I done?’

I press my luck just a tad further, “Open up?” Worded as a question, my politeness still clinging on even after all that. She opens her sweet mouth without hesitation, sticking her tongue out, showing me she swallowed. A brief whiff of the smell of my own cum hits my nose as she exhales an exhausted breath.

My voice is kind and thankful, “All good. Thanks babe.” She smiles, still hiding her humiliation and discomfort under a thin veneer of wifely warmth.

She gets up, leans over, and kisses me on the cheek, “Oh no problem. Night babe.” Her voice is already softening, as if just glad the annoying part of being married is over. As if this was all just a normal day, she walks out of the office to head back to bed.

Leaving me still panting alone in the room. My head spinning. I turn and bring the book back out, setting it on the desk and just staring in awe. She followed every command I wrote. The inky black words seem alive on the page.