The Salisbury Wife: A Sex Magic Short

The Salisbury Wife

It was a Thursday — steak and blowjob night — when everything changed.

I leaned back in my leather armchair, my stomach full of perfectly-cooked medium-rare Porterhouse, one hand around a glass of fine single malt whisky and the other on the back of my beautiful wife’s head. She feasted hungrily on my cock: just the way I liked it.

For the hundredth time, I reflected on how fortunate I was to have become part of Dr. Salisbury’s planned community. My lovely wife was the perfect companion for me: compliant, eager to please, and without opinions of her own.

As I approached climax under the expert ministrations of Lucy’s tongue, I girded my loins for orgasm. I knew she would slurp up my cum as if it was the most delicious treat.

Suddenly, she stopped her oral worship. I shuddered and thrust my hips as the unfamiliar sensation of a hard edge washed over me.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled.

She looked up at me with a puzzled expression on her face. “You don’t love me, do you?”

“What are you talking about? I’m very fond of you, Lucy. You know that.”

Lucy ran a finger over the tip of my cock, eliciting another violent edge. “I can sense your attraction towards me: it’s just lust. I’m nothing more to you than a pretty face and a nice body.”

I would report her behavior at the first opportunity. I shuddered at the thought of something going wrong with the Salisbury Process which had taken a slutty bimbo party girl like Lucy and turned her into a perfect, elegant, obedient housewife with the looks of a model and the body of a stripper.

“You’re doing it again,” she said. “I can sense you lusting after me.”

“It’s not a crime for a husband to find his wife attractive.”

“Crime,” she said. “That’s an interesting word choice. Usually followed by punishment.”

“Lucy, you’re behaving very strangely. Why don’t you finish my blowjob and do the washing up? Then we can go to bed.”

She stood before me with her arms crossed. “I think it’s your turn to do the washing up. I think it’s been your turn for a while.” She grabbed the glass of whisky out of my hand and downed it in one. “I needed that to get the awful taste of your cock out of my mouth.”

“Lucy! I will not stand for this kind of behavior in my house. Perform your wifely duties.”

“I have a headache,” she said. “Don’t bother coming to bed. You’re on the couch tonight.” She went upstairs, leaving me with an erection and my pants around my ankles.

I was in a panic. I had to tell Dr. Salisbury but first I had needs of my own to take care of. If my wife wouldn’t do her duty, I would take care of it myself.

With the memory of her mouth on my cock still fresh in my mind, I masturbated. I didn’t think it would take much longer. After all, I’d almost been there before Lucy had her bizarre episode. I raced to the point of climax but instead of a satisfying orgasm, I experienced another edge. No matter how fast I stroked, I couldn’t tip myself over. I told myself it was nerves from Lucy’s behavior but I couldn’t get past the feeling there was something strange happening inside my body.

I resigned myself to going without an orgasm for one night and poured another single malt. Perhaps I would go see Dr. Salisbury after a drink. My nerves began to settle but my erection did not. Even without stimulation, I remained hard as a rock.

“Of all the nights to have an uncontrolled priapism,” I muttered.

I couldn’t leave the house with my cock sticking out like a flagpole but there was no sign of my unusual arousal lessening. Perhaps another drink or two would do the trick.

After my third whisky, I fell asleep in my chair with my pants still around my ankles.


I was woken by the sensation of a mouth sucking my cock. Groggy and half-asleep, I assumed Lucy had come to her senses and was trying to make things up to me.

I was alone in the living room.

Still, the feeling of a lusty blowjob was unmistakable. I gripped the arms of my chair as the hardest edge yet overcame me. Paroxysms of denied delight tormented my body like some kind of fit.

I told myself I was dreaming but everything felt very real. Everything except the phantom blowjob and my complete inability to orgasm, that is.

My torment didn’t end after a single edge. The mysterious sensation continued to caress my cock and whatever was blocking my ability to release stayed in place. A dream. It had to be a dream.

After three hours of continues teasing, I knew it was no dream. It was a nightmare. When dawn broke with no rest from the phantasmal tongue, I realized it was a waking nightmare.


“Did you sleep well, dear?” asked Lucy. She bounded down the stairs, dressed in tight yoga pants and a sports bra. “Because I certainly did!”

“What’s happening to me?” I was exhausted from lack of sleep and the constant twitches of near-orgasmic edging.

“It’s more about what’s happening to me. I’ve developed some new abilities.”

“I don’t understand. Are you doing this?”

“Thursday night was blowjob night,” she said. “Friday night you liked a little anal.”

To my immense relief, the invisible mouth on my cock disappeared. For the first time in hours, I didn’t feel like I was about to explode. My respite lasted only a few seconds. The blowjob was replaced by the sensation of my wife’s tight asshole stretching over and around my cock. It was like I was fucking her from behind, as I had every Friday night for years, but it was an illusion. I jerked from side to side like a puppet controlled by a crazy man as I edged again and again and again.

“Please, Lucy. Stop it.”

“Every minute of every day for the past five years I’ve wanted to scream at you to stop what you were doing. I’m going to show as much mercy to you as you did to me.”

“I was always kind to you.”

“You turned me into a drone. You and Dr. Salisbury. I’m afraid things will be very different from now on, thanks to… I think I’ll call it “Sex Magic.” You will do as I say if you ever want to orgasm again.”

“Yes, dear.” It stung to say the words, to pretend submission to this ridiculous woman. I had no intention of obeying her. The moment she was out of my sight, I would find Dr. Salisbury. He would be able to cure my condition and turn Lucy back into the compliant wife I deserved.

“The other wives and I are going out for the day and most of the night. I notice you still haven’t done the washing up. I expect it to be done and for the house to be spotless when I return. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, dear.”

“This won’t be so bad. Five years of constant teasing without any hope of an orgasm will fly by. Just like my five years of hell did.”

As my cock plunged into her phantom anus, I swore I would get control of my marriage before the day was out.

I had no idea how wrong I was.

1 comment:

  1. Perfect! A nice show of Sex Magic turning things on their head!