Submissive Husband | Nudity | Erotica
His Wife’s Ex-college Roomie Came for a Weekend That Changed His Life
A boring marriage took an erotic turn when his wife rekindled herself to her wild side, fueled by her former roommate’s disdain for men.
I write romance & erotica short novels. I’ve also published sex confessions about my private sex life as a teen slut — and I’m proud of it! In my life, I enjoy being a submissive fuck doll. So this series of short stories about Andrew, his wife, and his wife’s best friend is the opposite of my life. Something I will never experience!
Andrew stood in the kitchen, his hands shaking slightly as he prepared a bottle of white wine in an ice bucket and filled two glasses. He couldn’t help but steal glances at the patio where Julia and Nancy sunbathed by the pool. The image of Nancy’s nude body sprawled on the long chair was seared into his mind. Taking a deep breath, he carried the tray with the wine and glasses to the patio, trying to focus on keeping his composure.
“Here you go, ladies,” Andrew said, his voice strained as he served the wine like a devoted servant. Julia barely acknowledged him, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses. She reached for a tube of reef-safe sunscreen lotion and tossed it to Andrew without a word.
Andrew squeezed a generous amount of lotion onto his hands before applying it to Julia’s exposed back. At her command, he began massaging her shoulders, feeling her muscles tense and relax beneath his touch. Once finished, he placed the tube back on the table, wiping his hands on a towel.
Nancy, who had been watching the scene unfold with amusement, raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you put any sunscreen on me?” she asked, her voice teasing. Andrew shifted uncomfortably, mumbling something about being married and how Nancy was naked.
“Seriously?” Nancy laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You didn’t seem to mind when I was sleeping on your shoulder last night, all nude.”
Julia snorted as she looked at her husband. “Honestly, Andrew, our marriage is a joke sometimes. And besides, anything that I have is for Nancy as well.” Her words were sharp, cutting through him like a knife. “Now be a good little husband and put sunscreen on my best friend’s back.”
With a mix of reluctance and desire, Andrew picked up the sunscreen lotion tube again, feeling his arousal grow and his heart racing as he carefully applied the sunscreen to Nancy’s back, his fingers gently massaging her soft skin. As he worked his way down, he couldn’t help but notice the curve of her hips and the swell of her buttocks. He felt himself growing hard beneath his shorts, and he desperately tried to keep his arousal hidden.
Nancy turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of Andrew’s obvious erection. She laughed, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Well, well, Andrew. Seems like you’re enjoying this a bit too much.”
Julia glanced over at her husband and smirked. “What a pitiful sight. You can’t even control yourself around our guest.”
Humiliated, Andrew tried to focus on anything other than Nancy’s nude body and the cruel laughter of the two women. He finished applying the sunscreen and stepped back, his face flushed and his erection throbbing painfully.
“Sit down and wait for us like a good little boy,” Julia ordered, gesturing to a nearby chair. “We’ll call you if we need something.”
As Andrew obeyed, he couldn’t help but feel strangely excited by the submissive position he found himself in. It was degrading, humiliating, and yet… exhilarating.
Sitting on the hard chair, he listened as Julia and Nancy chatted, occasionally stealing glances at Nancy’s naked form.
“Foot and shoulder massages all weekend?” Julia mused. “You should have come to visit sooner!”
“See, that’s where you’ve been too nice to him,” Nancy replied, stretching her legs languidly. “You should make him work for your affection. I can help you tame him over the weekend so you can have a better life once I’m gone.”
“Can you really do that?” Julia asked, her eyes lighting up with interest.
“Of course,” Nancy answered confidently. “By the time I leave, he’ll be begging to please you in any way possible.”
Julia took a sip of her wine and sighed, shaking her head. “I swear, Andrew is always trying to have sex with me, even though he doesn’t excite me anymore. It’s so exhausting.” She glanced at her husband, who was still sitting in the hard chair, his face flushed with humiliation.
“Maybe that’s because you haven’t given him any rules,” Nancy suggested, her eyes gleaming as she looked at Andrew. “Men like him need guidance, boundaries. Otherwise, they’ll just keep pawing at you.”
“Rules?” Julia asked, intrigued by the idea.
“Absolutely,” Nancy replied. “The key is to make him understand his place in your life.” She turned her attention to Andrew, smirking at his arousal. “For example, from now on, you should require him to kiss your feet every morning, when he comes back from work, and every night before bedtime. That way, he’ll know he’s beneath you.”
“Interesting,” Julia mused, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “And maybe we should also establish that he can never initiate sex; only I can decide when and if we have sex. What do you think, Andrew? Are you ready to submit to new rules?”
Andrew, still seated and feeling more powerless than ever, hesitated before giving a slight nod. He couldn’t deny that the thought of being controlled by his wife had a perverse appeal to him, but it was also profoundly humiliating.
“Good boy,” Nancy purred, her eyes raking over his body with a mixture of amusement and disdain. “You’ll see, life will be so much better once you learn your place.”
As Andrew listened to the women discussing his future, he shuddered at the prospect of what lay ahead. The humiliation, the submission — it was all so terrifying and yet, at the same time, so irresistibly erotic.
Julia reclined on her sun lounger, taking another sip of her wine as she let out a small chuckle. “You know, Nancy, I just don’t think he has it in him to follow these rules,” she said, gesturing towards Andrew with her wine glass. “He’s always been so… meek. No drive, no motivation. I can’t even remember the last time I saw him truly passionate about anything.”
“Really?” Nancy raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she glanced at Andrew. “Not even at work? That’s where men usually feel they’re at their best, right?”
“Ha!” Julia scoffed, rolling her eyes. “He’s a loser at work, too. Middle management, and he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. I doubt he’ll ever get that promotion he’s been waiting for.”
Andrew shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. He opened his mouth to speak up, but Nancy immediately cut him off. “Shut up, Andrew. The adults are talking.”
He sighed, resigning himself to his humiliation as the women continued their conversation. Inwardly, he knew Julia was right — his lack of ambition had always been an issue in their marriage, and he felt a pang of shame at having it laid out so plainly.
“So,” Nancy continued, smirking at Andrew’s discomfort. “If we want to prove that he’ll follow these rules, we need something more… tangible.” She looked Andrew up and down, considering him. “I have an idea. Andrew, stand up, strip naked, and caress yourself. If you agree to all the rules your wife will establish for the house, do it.”
Andrew hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. The thought of exposing himself and performing for these two powerful women was both terrifying and deeply arousing. He looked at Nancy, who was still nude, and saw her run her hand slowly down her body, teasing him with every movement.
“Go on,” she coaxed, her voice sultry. “Show us how much you want a new life.”
Swallowing hard, Andrew stood up, trembling slightly as he began to undress. His shirt hit the ground first, followed by his shorts, leaving him completely exposed in front of his wife and her former college roommate. As he hesitantly reached down to stroke himself, he noticed Julia watching with an expression of amusement and curiosity.
“Good boy,” said Nancy, grinning wickedly as she watched Andrew obey like a well-trained puppy. “You see, Julia? He’ll follow the rules. He just needs a firm hand to guide him.”
“Really, Andrew,” Julia began, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “I’ve had boyfriends with much more impressive cocks than yours. The size, the girth, even the look of it.” She shook her head in mock disappointment. “Yours is just so… average. What was I thinking? A whole life with… That?”
Nancy chimed in, her laughter cruel, “And don’t get me started on your balls. One of my exes had the most amazing pair; they were so firm and heavy, not like those little things you’ve got dangling there.”
As they continued to compare Andrew’s body unfavorably to their former lovers, Andrew shifted uncomfortably, his face flushed with embarrassment. He glanced around, desperate for an escape from their relentless mockery.
“Even your arms, Andrew,” Julia added, gesturing towards him dismissively. “They’re so weak-looking. I once dated a guy who could lift me up with one hand while we fucked. Can you imagine that? You couldn’t even come close.”
“Your belly, too,” Nancy said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “It’s getting soft, isn’t it? All that sitting around at your loser job isn’t doing you any favors. A real man would have washboard abs, but you…” She trailed off, shaking her head in pity.
Andrew couldn’t take it anymore. He moved to leave, but Nancy stopped him with a sharp command. “Stay right where you are,” she ordered, her eyes dark and dangerous. “You’ll listen to whatever we have to say about your pathetic body.”
Julia raised an eyebrow, impressed by Nancy’s power over her husband. Andrew froze, torn between his desire to flee and his newfound submissive inclinations. He stayed. Standing. Naked. In front of his wife and her former college roommate.
While Julia went inside the house for a few minutes, Nancy took the opportunity to chat with Andrew. “So,” she purred, “you must be wondering what this whole weekend is about. We might seem extreme, expecting you to be our slave, but trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
“Everything?” Andrew asked hesitantly, his voice cracking under the weight of his humiliation and arousal.
“Everything,” Nancy repeated, her voice sensual as she ran her fingers along her naked body, teasing him. She reminded him how he’d enjoyed her fingernails digging into his cock the night before, suggesting that he must like being submissive.
As Andrew considered this, he realized he had never thought about what a submissive was in a sexual context. He asked Nancy to explain, and she obliged, describing the role of a submissive sex pet in explicit detail. The more she talked, the more he found himself drawn to the idea despite his lingering doubts and fears.
When Andrew still hesitated, Nancy threatened to tell Julia he’d tried to rape her the night before. He protested, insisting it wasn’t true, but she silenced him with a cold smile. “Who do you think Julia will believe, Andrew? You or me?”
Her words hung heavy in the air, leaving Andrew with no choice but to acquiesce to her demands. As he accepted his new role, he could only wonder what other challenges and humiliations lay ahead on this twisted journey of self-discovery.
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Julia and Nancy lounged on the sundeck in the backyard all afternoon on Saturday, soaking up the sun’s rays. Andrew stood naked before them, his erection betraying his arousal as he awaited his next orders. Nancy was fully nude, her body glistening with sweat and tanning oil, while Julia wore a revealing bikini.
“Hey, Julia,” Nancy giggled, “what’s the insensitive part at the end of the penis called again? Oh, right, a man.”
Julia snickered, joining in the banter. “Do you know why the doctor smacks babies on the butt after they are born? To make sure the dicks get knocked off the smart ones.”
They both laughed heartily at their jokes, delighting in the degradation of men.
“Speaking of dicks,” Nancy said, eyeing Andrew’s erection, “you know that life is like a dick, right? It gets hard for no reason, and it is much too short!”
“True that,” Julia agreed, smirking at her husband.
“Come on, Julia,” Nancy urged, “join me in sunbathing nude. It’s so much more freeing. Free the nipple!”
Reluctantly, Julia removed her bikini, exposing her tan lines and causing Andrew’s erection to twitch.
“Watch closely, Andrew,” Nancy commanded as she sensuously caressed her own body, her fingers tracing the curves of her breasts and hips before snaking down to her pussy. She began to pleasure herself, her moans filling the air. “But don’t even think about touching yourself or us.”
Julia hesitated for a moment, watching Nancy’s display before finally giving in to temptation. She followed suit, her fingers dipping between her legs as she, too, began to masturbate in front of her husband, who could only watch in frustrated arousal as the two women pleasured themselves mere feet away from him.
As Nancy continued to pleasure herself, she paused for a moment and looked at Julia, an idea forming in her head. “You know, Julia,” she panted, “we should use this opportunity to train Andrew.”
“Train him?” Julia asked, her fingers still teasing her clit.
“Absolutely,” Nancy replied, her eyes never leaving Andrew’s erection. “He needs to learn that he can look but not touch unless you give him permission. Remember? New rule. Only you are allowed to initiate sex in your marriage.”
Julia considered the proposition, her own arousal growing at the thought of having that power over her husband. “That does sound like an interesting idea,” she admitted, her breathing heavy with desire.
“Then let’s do it,” Nancy urged, resuming her masturbation as she locked eyes with Andrew. “Watch us, Andrew. Learn that you don’t get to join in unless we invite you.”
With newfound enthusiasm, Julia joined Nancy in pleasuring herself, both women moaning wantonly as they put on a show for their captive audience. Andrew stood there, his erection painfully hard, yet he already knew better than to touch himself without permission.
As their pleasure intensified, Nancy gasped out between pants, “Speaking of cocks, when was the last time you went clubbing to find some fresh meat to play with?”
“God, it’s been ages,” Julia replied, the memories of her wilder days flooding back to her as she masturbated alongside her friend.
“Then tonight’s the night,” Nancy declared, her eyes glittering mischievously. “We’ll go out, find some handsome strangers to have fun with, and remind ourselves what it’s like to enjoy a real man’s cock.”
Julia hesitated, her fingers still working their magic on her pussy. “I don’t know if I should just leave my husband here alone while I go out and do that.”
“Of course, you should,” Nancy insisted, her own orgasm building as she continued to stroke herself. “He needs to understand that you deserve pleasure too. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to be able to satisfy you.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Julia conceded, the idea of exerting her newfound power and sexual freedom over Andrew filling her with excitement.
“Andrew,” Nancy called out to him, her voice dripping with authority, “tell your wife that she deserves to go out tonight and find a real man to pleasure her.”
Andrew swallowed hard, his erection betraying his humiliation at the prospect of agreeing to his wife’s infidelity. Yet, in the depths of his mind, an unfamiliar thrill coursed through him. “You… You deserve it, Julia. You should go out and find the pleasure you deserve.”
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