By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2025 by Willie B., all rights reserved
[2,365 words]
* * * * *Pendleton
by Willie B Florida
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I'm an unusual wife, there's no doubt about it. I just really love my
husband. I mean, lots of women (and men) say they love their husbands,
and I don't doubt that they mean it. But, really, why do they want to
hold back on letting their husbands do things they would just love? So,
let me be really practical and let you know what I'm talking about.
Once I get through all that I can explain what I'm really concerned
about.
I guess I'm an unusual mother, too. I want to
spoil my kids. Not spoiling them in the sense of giving them all sorts
of fancy stuff, or bailing them out of trouble when they really need to
face the music. No, I'm unusual in that if there is something in life
they take pleasure in, why would I want to ruin it for them? We have
twins, a girl and a boy, Paige and Pendleton. I'm not confused a bit
about Paige, and I'm happy to give her everything she's ever asked for.
It's Pendleton. He doesn't want anything different than what I am so
happy to let my husband do, but when it is my son, I just don't know.
So what is it I so generously allow my husband? Basically, two things.
He's bisexual. Lots of guys are bi, I suppose. But most women expect
their husband to decide. Theoretically you're bi, mister, but you're
marrying me, right? No more dick on the side. But I love it about my
hubby that he's bi. It's a special thing. If I didn't want a bisexual
mate, I could have married someone else, right?
The first
thing I give my hubby is the opportunity to receive absolutely
unforgettable, mind-melting, dick exploding erotic massages. I can't
give them myself. I'm not experienced enough and, frankly, I don't have
the patience. Plus, it is incredibly exciting to watch. If I were
giving these massages I'd be too busy to really experience what he's
going through. A prolonged erotic massage awakens his entire body--and
I mean body. It takes his awareness out of his mind, his worries, and
even out of his fantasies. His total world becomes laser focused on the
immediate right now moment of his physical self. Even the element of
mind over matter is finally dissolved.
I love my husband,
and one of the things he is so good about when we have sex is putting
off his own orgasm. He can fuck me forever it seems without cumming. I
can relax and enjoy, or aggressively fuck him back and contract all my
inner muscles, because I know he won't let it push him over the edge.
To even things out I invite him to have a quickie fairly often. He
doesn't have to worry about me at all, just jump in and fuck to orgasm.
I find it exhilarating! But when he's being massaged by one of the
experts who love to come work on him they don't let him keep
control--they bring him so close to the brink of orgasm that there's no
way he could stop himself. They do that for him, bring him to the brink
and then spread that energy out. Bring him to the brink, then spread it
all out. All the physical awareness gets channeled into the penis; then
all that phallic awareness gets spread out all over his body, from the
hair follicles on his head to his pinky toe. If I'm watching, I'm the
one who has to control myself. It's so exciting I could just cum and
cum.
I don't always watch. My hubby gets his privacy. And
that's the second thing I do for him. If he wants to go out on a date
with someone, or have them over for a sexy evening, I give him his
space. I know he loves me. He's totally committed to me. And the people
he hooks up with have their own commitments. That's the deal we have:
no hook-ups with desperately needy lonely people. There's someone else
out there in the world for them. That's not our job.
But where
was I? Oh, yes, our son Pendleton. Our lifestyle is no secret from our
kids. I don't mean they are a part of our love life, but they know what
we do. After all, we're not ashamed of it and we want them to learn how
to have their own healthy sexual and romantic lives when they grow up.
My kids have their own romantic interests--nothing serious as far as I
can tell--but it probably won't be long now before one or the other of
them asks to have a girlfriend or boyfriend over for dinner, or to
spend the night. That's not my worry.
Pendleton, you see,
wants one of those absolutely unforgettable, mind-melting, dick
exploding erotic massages. Not just one, I'm sure, but lots of them!
For Pendleton it’s a no brainer: dad gets them and must love them. I
evidently am not only fine with it but love them, too. Shit, it sounds
fantastic, he says. So, can he have a scheduled massage day, too?
Trying to figure this out I propose that Paige get an erotic massage as
well. No thanks, she says, no interest. But she wonders why I'm being
so difficult with Pendleton. If something's wrong with it, why does my
husband get them with my blessing and encouragement? My husband
unhelpfully shrugs his shoulders and grins. Pendleton wants a massage?
Sure, why not, he'll love it.
So, what's holding me back? I'm
worried, you see, that being a boy on the cusp of being a man, he'll
get the idea that women are just there to serve his every need. In that
case, let the massage person be male. After all my husband gets worked
on by both male and female massage "persons.” I'm still concerned. It's
the whole male entitlement thing. What if he thinks he just has to lie
back and get pleasured whenever he likes? I'm not only spoiling him
with a pleasure opportunity, but spoiling his chance to be a reciprocal
giver and receiver in his life. "Oh, G-d, Mom!" he says in
exasperation. "I'm not that kind of person!"
"It's different
with you and me," I explain to my husband when I get him to focus on
the problem. "I know you aren't like that. You're my partner and my
lover and you give me so much. Even sexually, I know that you hold back
to give me more pleasure. We do things for each other. But, Pendleton
hasn't had that kind of experience yet. I don't want to make it so that
he doesn't know how to both give and receive in a relationship."
My hubby nods. "I've got an idea," he says.
So, you know we live in Florida, right? Yeah, the place where parents
can strip their kids naked. You've heard about that. Parents can do a
lot of other things, too. Strip the kids, stick vibrators up inside
them, make them cum day and night, put them in bondage gear. There are
rules to it all to make sure kids don't get hurt, but honestly as a
parent I worry about it. Too many businesses are out to make a buck and
kids' welfare is pretty much left up to parental oversight. The State
of Florida is very big on “parental rights.”
Take SunVision,
for example. I know a kid who was signed up there, by his father no
less. Kid got trained in modeling, got mind blowing massages and a
college scholarship. But it was basically prostitution. "Escort" wasn't
even the word they used. The boy had to spend some time with a few
"interested clients" who cared so much for the welfare of the boys that
they generously contributed to the scholarship fund for these kids.
Sure they contributed, but only after fucking the boys on "business
trips" where there was no supervision whatsoever--in the Bahamas, no
less--not even under U.S. jurisdiction!
So I'm careful.
My husband agrees to sit down with me and two of the erotic massage
therapists we like best, one male and one female. These two are miracle
workers on my hubby's body and we've known them both now for a few
years. Not so much as friends, exactly, but after all the intimate
spaces we've been in, let's just say I have a feel for them. I trust
them. They're professional, but warm, funny, very dedicated to their
"art" as they call it.
"Why'd you even go into this?" I ask Carol.
"The pay's good, and I love dick," Carol quips. I happen to know that
Carol's partner is a woman, so there’s got to be more to the story.
"But seriously," Carol continues, "I know this sounds rehearsed, but I
don't think it is that much different than a lot of caring professions.
The way to a man's psyche really is through his skin, and through his
penis, testicles, anus, perineum and so on. We've got all these
traumatized men who never got any of this attention--and still never
get any of this attention. Spouses give one another love and affection
and I’m not out to replace you or anyone else’s partner. But I've
studied how to give a particular kind of attention. I'm a professional."
"She really is very good," my husband concurs.
"I agree," Marcus puts in. He's been the most consistent of my
husband's erotic massage professionals in the past year and he produces
amazing results. It's like hubby is a new person after one of his
sessions with Marcus. "Again, not to sound too rehearsed, but I spend
so much time on a client's feet. It isn't just arousing, it's relaxing.
So much of our daily history gets beaten into our feet. To move from
the details of the foot to the details of the frenulum of the penis is
to really experience the unity of the body."
Okay, these guys
(sorry, I should say people) are really passionate about what they do.
Makes me almost ready to put my son in their hands. But, I've gotten my
husband to agree to a conversation, and I still do have concerns.
"So, let me get right to the point. My son, Pendleton, you've met him, handsome guy . . . "
"Sexy, too," hubby puts in.
I clear my throat, "Pendleton has been bugging me that he'd like to get
on the massage schedule. The whole thing, from his little toe to the
phallic frenulum. But I have concerns. In turn, hubby darling has a
suggestion. But I'd like to put it to you two."
Marcus lifts his hands palm up.
Carol smiles.
I laugh. "No, I'm not leaving the decision up to you two. I know you'll work on him if we pay you."
"He wouldn't be the first, ma'am," Marcus assures me.
"You'd have to strip him first, just to be clear. Otherwise it’s not legal," Carol says.
"I'm pretty sure we're going to have to strip him to do what we want to
do anyway," I concur. "Should we strip Paige, too, while we're at it?"
I ask hubby as an aside. "Never mind," I say before he can reply, "we
can figure that out later. Here's the thing. I'm concerned that if we
let a teen boy get spoiled rotten--just like you do with hubby
here--that he may end up handicapped in the mutuality department when
it comes to future relationships."
"So," hubby gets a word in, "I suggested he learn how to give a massage, along with enjoying receiving a massage."
"But," I interject, "I don't want to just send him off to just any old
place. I don't know what you think of SunVision, but my friend's son .
. . "
"Not SunVision," Carol says flatly.
"And," I
add, "I know either or both of you could teach him, but I think it
would be good for him to be in a program with more people."
"Absolutely correct," Marcus agrees. "First, not SunVision or any of those photo mills. They are a complete racket."
"And a cover for nefarious stuff?" I ask.
"Some of them, yes," Carol replies. "But there are good places. I
attended FSEM. Marcus, you went to TI before you finished at FSEM,
right?"
"TI is great!" Marcus enthuses. "I totally would have stayed there except my parents moved before I finished."
"You were living with your parents?" My hubby asks.
"Yup, I was probably only a year older than your son. My parents
stripped me and sent me off to Touch Institute. I got high school dual
enrollment credit for it." Marcus grins smugly. "Way better than
sitting in class for two more years!"
"Wow. Could we do that?" Hubs asks me.
"Don't know. FSEM is right here in town. Do they do dual enrollment?"
"It doesn't hurt to ask," Marcus replies. "It's up to your local school
board. They can basically agree to any educational institution if they
want to."
"Wait until Pendleton finds out what he's going to be doing instead of going to regular school," I laugh. "Poor kid."
"It's a lot of work," Carol is serious. "More work than regular school.
But if he likes it, he's certainly got a career. If he wants to switch
to something else he'll have learned a lot: Anatomy and Physiology,
Meridian Therapy, all the massage stuff--not just the erotic
techniques, Basic Psych, Communications, Ethics. There's a lot more,
but those are the basics. It's a two-year program. Plus he'll have to
take the licensing exam."
"But he'll get a lot of massages
done on him," Marcus puts in, "so there's lots of positive experience.
I mean, if he's wanting the erotic experience then that could be the
stimulus to keep him interested in the academic side of the program."
"Seems like you had a good idea!" I nudge my husband.
He grins back. "Every once in a while I luck out."
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