Corrupting My Wife by Birdsbebop

Writer: Birdsbebop / birdsbebop@gmail.com

Subject: Corrupting My Wife

Link: LS666 Email / 02.06.2026

Corrupting My Wife

I recently wrote out a bit of info for a guy who asked about my efforts to bring my wife to Satan. It then occurred to me that my ideas and experiences might be of use to others going down the same evil path, and so I decided to post what I’d written for everyone to appraise. 

I saw sex and pornography as being the best path to take in bringing my wife to worship Satan. 

Initially, there would be no mention of anything religious. I knew that religious teaching harps on about sexual decency and morality, and if I could induce Margie into any sort of sexual corruption, then I could eventually get her more and more involved in sexual debauchery, and of course, into wantonly being sinful and going against the teachings of God. 

From that point, it might be possible to have her renounce God, and in lieu accept Satan and His evil ways as the true path to follow. 

I saw three main avenues of attack: 

• Introduce her to pornography. 

• Try to get her to dress and act sexily. 
• Work on denigrating the Catholic Church and its Priests.

With Margie’s strict Catholic upbringing, I was unsure how to proceed, but then one day I told her that one of the guys at work had brought in some pornographic magazines. I made out that I’d never seen such stuff, and told her that it was amazing just what was depicted.

I wouldn’t have been surprized if she had denounced this as sinful and wrong, but she said nothing, and so I took the risk and told her that I would see if I could borrow the magazine to show her.

I know that my whole scheme could have fallen through right there if she had come out negatively about my suggestion, but she said nothing much, and so the next night when we got into bed, I pulled out a magazine that I’d selected from my hidden collection, and gave it to her to look at.

The magazine had a close-up picture of a girl sucking on a lovely, big, and hard cock, and Margie gave a slight gasp when she saw it. Well, I was thrilled that she didn’t just flip through the pages and pronounce it disgusting, but instead she slowly turned the pages, having a good look at every picture of fucking, and cock sucking.

She probably knew that she should condemn it.

“Awful,” she said, “That sort of thing shouldn’t be allowed.”

We then started to kiss and play and suck and fuck, and I could tell that looking at the magazine had excited her and she was really worked up and lustful in our sex play. I was thrilled that this bit of trickery on my part had worked, and I’d perhaps just driven a small wedge into my wife’s morality, and that I was ready to try and build on this small chink in her armour.

From that point, I began giving her a different magazine to look at, each time telling her that I’d borrowed it from the same guy at work.

I have to point out that the path wasn’t all smooth sailing; quite a few times her guilt got the better of her and she declared that she didn’t want to see any more, that I shouldn’t be getting the magazines, and that we shouldn’t be looking at them. Each time that this happened, I would back off for a month or two, but then once more give her a new magazine to look at, and each time she was excited and was once again hooked.

The worst time was when Easter came around; she really kicked against what we’d been doing, and really denounced porn. Perhaps she might have even gone to confession, I’m not sure, but anyhow, I waited quite some months after that, but then I knew that I’d need to try her again, or the whole exercise would be to no avail. Anyway, I once more gave her a magazine, and once more she was hooked. Soon, I was showing her all sorts of videos on the net, and from that point onwards, she never looked back, and now I still have her now and again watching porn.

Once I’d achieved that goal, I moved on to the next phase. At the time, there were several scandals in the media, re priests having abused boys, and I made sure that Margie heard all about it. After that, I would search on the net for any sort of scandal involving the Church, and would show Margie. I even invented a few stories, telling Margie of financial corruption within the Church, or how the clergy in poorer nations were living in luxury while the people starved.

Gradually, I eroded her faith in the priests, etc. I also began mocking the Church’s teachings regarding sex and morality, and this further eroded the hold that her religious teaching had over her. The result of this is that now, she is scathing of the Church as well as of the nuns and priests.

Running parallel with all of this, I’d begun to encourage her to dress more sexily. At first, she would only adopt my ideas to a small degree, for instance, shorter skirts, but only an inch or two, tighter, more revealing tops, etc., but, while I would give her lots of positive feedback, I would also tell her that she’d not gone far enough, and no matter how sexy she would dress, it would never be enough. This process took some time, but gradually I made headway, and eventually she was getting quite sluttish at times. Several events occurred that helped me manipulate her thinking on this matter.

One night, we were out, and Margie had dressed in an extremely short skirt, along with a fairly clinging tank top. Two older guys were approaching as we walked along, and I could see that both of them were leering at Margie.

“Oooh, I’d fuck that,” said one of them as they passed by in a loud voice.

But after they’d gone by, Margie appeared outraged and annoyed.

“I’m not going to dress like this if men are going to be so crude,” Margie said.

I gave a bit of a laugh and told her that she should take that sort of thing as a huge compliment. I then went on to tell her that I felt proud of her and liked it when men leered at her. I think that she was a bit shocked.


“Do you really mean that?” she exclaimed.

I reaffirmed that I did. After that occurrence, she never again complained about being leered at, and she certainly didn’t back off on dressing sexily.

Another thing that helped my cause was when I took her to one of the big sporting events. The crowd was about ninety per cent male, and Margie dressed in a little pair of pink shorts, a pair of high strappy and sexy sandals, and a tight top with no bra, so that it showed every curve of her breasts and sexy bumps where her nipples were.

She caused quite a stir as we found our way to our seats, with guys whistling appreciatively.

“Hey, sexy,” they called out, and various other things.

Things settled down once the game started, but then at half time, Margie walked up the steps of the stand to go to the ladies, and once again, as she went out, and again on her return, there were lots of whistles, etc.

She got flushed in the face, but was laughing happily.

“Oh, aren’t they awful?” she laughed, but I could tell that she loved it.

Anyhow, at the end of the game, we stood amongst the crowd waiting to get out of the stadium, and of course, the guys all around were all ogling her.

”Ooooh sexy, I want to suck your cunt,” someone called out in a loud voice.

Well, everyone around was laughing at such a foul comment. Margie just put her fingers up near her face and waved them in a fan-like action as if to cool her blushing, but at the same time, she was laughing.

“Oh, how embarrassing,” she exclaimed.

But I could tell that she loved the attention. That night in bed, we were fucking, sucking, fondling, and fingering, etc.

“How did you like being a slut for all of those guys today?” I said to Margie,

I’d never called her a slut before, and I think she was a bit shocked, but she laughed.

“They were awful,” she said, “Weren’t they, with all of that carry on.”

I just laughed and told her that they’d all dreamed of getting into her pants. Anyhow, these last couple of happenings were not uncommon, and they all just added to my aim of sexually corrupting her.

I should mention that she was just turned twenty-three when we were married, so at that age, she was probably perfect for pushing in the direction of showing off like a slut. Having largely achieved what I’d set out to do, the time had come to try to destroy her lingering devotion to God and Jesus, and in their place, to induce her to accept and worship Satan.

I admit to having been nervous and unsure how to progress in this aim. I initially found a couple of comic strip-type things, one was of a guy who takes his wife to the Mandingo club, where the wife ends up being raped by five or six big, horny black guys. There was nothing Satanic or inherently evil in this. I altered some of the speech bubbles to include some blasphemous expressions.

Another one was a bride (in her sexy underwear) who goes into the janitor’s room by mistake, and likewise is fucked and abused. Again, I altered captions to be blasphemous. Both of the above went without any negative comment from Margie.

I then found “The Convent of Hell” comic strip, and took only the sex parts and put them together as a story. The whole thing was meant to be just a ridiculous, comical thing, in which guise I showed it to Margie; it gave me a means to make some “wicked” and “sinful” comments as we went through it together.

In one part, a newly married couple get lost and ends up taking refuge in the convent, and then the bride is fucked and used by the Devil or Demon, or whatever it was meant to be. I laughingly told Margie that it’s a pity that it hadn’t happened to us on our wedding night. All of these things might seem a bit tame, but I regard them as some sort of preparation and something that might act on my wife’s subconscious.

Other than these few things, I’ve shown her some hypno-type videos where perverted captions, and even a few Satanic symbols, are briefly flashed on the screen while sluts are being gang fucked.

I’ve come to a bit of a standstill now, not quite sure how to proceed. Anyhow, as I said at the start, my work on Margie might be of some assistance to others, and also, some might have suggestions as to how I should proceed. If so, I am at birdsbebop@gmail.com