The weekend finally arrived, and Lucy was starting to settle into her new role as a wife, but there was so much more for her to learn and experience. She wore a simple button through dress, court shoes with kitten heels, and black bra and panties. Everyday wear, what thousands of women wear, what thousands of wives wear. She had applied a little lipstick. She liked lipstick. She had read that in Ancient Egypt women wore bright lipstick to signal their desire to suck cock. She liked that idea and always thought of it when she applied it. Thinking that on the one hand it made her lips look more attractive, but on the other it was destined to be smeared down the stiff shaft of a throbbing cock or to swim in a mixture of saliva and cum around a pulsing helmet.

It had only been a few days now since she had moved in with Brian, but already memories of the past seemed to be receding fast. She had agreed to become his wife, but there was no mention of a ceremony, no contract. Yet things seemed to have changed, to have profoundly changed. Before, it had been all about the clothes for her, and the sex. Now the clothes were just window dressing, it was the role which was assuming ever greater importance. They sat at the breakfast table. Lucy fussed over coffee and toast, then Brian put the morning paper down:

"Lucy, I have some administration work that I could do with you helping out with at the Office next week. I need you to help out like a good wife, a good girl. You know you are becoming more and more submissive, and obedient. You know that is right for you, that it is your place to be submissive to men, don't you?"

Brian's voice was so soothing, she DID know that it was her place.

"Yes, I need to be submissive, I like it, being your wife........."

Her own voice sounded far off, detached somehow, and trailed off.

"A good wife, helps their husband at work. There is no need to hide what you are from them, men sense you are submissive to them. You need to be a good girl, a good wife. The men at the office will expect you to be like that, the other women will understand. You need to keep serving men, Lucy. Keep serving them, keep submitting. You know you feel best when you are serving men, Lucy. You are fulfilled when you are submitting to their will. You are doing so well. Learning more and more about yourself. About being a good wife, a good girl."

Lucy felt so good, hearing she was doing well, knowing she was doing what she was supposed to be doing.

"You will always be more submissive than the men you are talking to, Lucy. Because you serve all men. You know it is best for you to submit to all men. Each day you are more submissive than the last. This is nothing new for you is it? You have always been more submissive to all men,and like a good wife, you are submissive, and obedient to ,your man. To whatever he wants, or wants you to do"

Brian's words stroked her thoughts. It was relaxing to Lucy's ears as he explained things to her. Things that made more sense every time she heard his voice telling her what was going on, what her life was about, and what it was to become.

"I am telling you nothing new. You already know this to be the truth, Lucy. You have always been more submissive than all your friends. It is in your nature, your being, to serve and be useful to men, all men. You are a wife. You have always been a wife. You know this now and you are beginning to accept this fact and understand your responsibilities in being a wife."

Brian patted her on the head. She could feel the warmth of his touch radiating through her. She wanted nothing more than to serve his needs, to be useful to him. She felt an overwhelming sense of duty to her man. He told her to get off the chair and get down onto her knees. She felt subservient but very girly at the same time. The pretty dress showed off her curves, a hint of the lace of her bra was visible down the front of her dress:

"Tell me what you need, Lucy. Tell me what you know you need."

Brian, pulled her head away from his body and looked her directly in the eyes.

She lowered her eyes down his body to his crotch. She saw the outline of his dick hard and straining . She kept her eyes down and mumbled her reply.

"Your load, Sir. I need your load in me."

She looked up at him as he held her head. Brian smiled.

"Good girl! You KNOW you need it now, I knew it was only a matter of time and you would be able to realize how much a man's load means to you."

She felt embarrassed saying it, but knew it was true. She had no control over herself anymore. She used to have control, she thought to herself, to be able to say no. But now she knew that was wrong and was just a figment of her old imagination. She no longer had control; or rather she never had control at all. Sub consciously this was always what she had needed to do, what she HAD to do in this world. She might have been more shocked about thinking this all through at such a moment, but Brian, kept her calm, level headed ,and she felt in some sort of dreamlike trance, going through the steps of acknowledging him and how right he was.

"Open my trousers, Lucy...Take out my cock...good girl...that's it...Suck it.....deep, ...take it all down your throat...take it, like a good slut...Show me you need my cock, good girl..."

Brian spoke gently but directly and she had to follow his direction. Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth and he turned around. He bent over the sofa and his ass was in her face. She knew she had to lick his hole before he spoke the words.

"Now you need to lick my hole, Lucy. Go on, I know you've done it before to other men. Stick your tongue out and lick it, girl. Lick my ass crack good."

She started hesitantly licking Brian's crack. The scent was strong, like he had been to the gym, strong, mixed with that funky smell a man can get around his ass. But she wanted to do it, deeply wanted to lick his hole. She began to lick more as he encouraged her.

"Come on, girl, that's it...good girl...lick it deep...stick your tongue way up there...whoaaa, yeah, that's it, bitch...get it all clean for me, girl...feels so good, ...such a good girl, licking your man's asshole...you need to taste a real man's ass, ...need to know what a real man tastes like...come on please your husband like a good wife should."

She ground her face further into her husband's hole, shoving her tongue deep. She wanted to taste him, to know what a man tasted like. She knew she needed to do it. Brian's hand grabbed her head and forced her mouth further into his crack. She was shoving her tongue in and out of his hole. Brian was encouraging her with his moans. Every time he moaned she knew she was doing well at serving him. She loved the sounds he made as her tongue pleasured him.

Brian turned around again and his cock was pointing at Lucy's mouth. She went to take it into her mouth, but as she moved closer it exploded . The first spurt sprayed across her forehead. She was disappointed that she didn't get to suck it more, but she wanted his load so much she started trying to catch it all as his load shot out of his cock. But his cock kept jumping around and spraying all over her face. She looked up and he was smiling, and when he finished shooting, he started chuckling.

"Such a pretty cocksucker, Lucy. You look good with my load on your face."

She stayed there, on her knees for a minute, thinking. Thinking that she had just solely performed for her husband's pleasure and gratification, at his bidding. And she had loved it. She thought about going into Brian's office to help. How the men might try it on with her, and how the women might speculate about what she "did" for Brian. Well soon she would find out.