For you to appreciate the true story of how my strongly independent and guarded wife of nearly twenty years transformed from a low libido stay-at-mom into a submissive and insatiable cum slut – and I from a passive, low confidence, nerdy dad into her take charge dom – you’ll need a bit of background:
Part 1
Sadie and I have been together since we were teenagers – twenty-two years; married for nineteen. With a single exception our relationship has been incredible, not perfect of course – none are – but undeniably incredible. The idiom “I married my best friend” gets bandied about ad nauseam, but saying “I married the one who had all the pieces I was missing to truly make myself whole” is a far more apt description of what Sadie and I have. Of course we’ve had our ups and downs, as all do while riding this roller coaster that is life, but our love – and the dedication we shared to exist within one another – has never faltered… except with regards to our sex life.
Sadie’s hormones did not take kindly nor adjust properly to the pregnancy and birth of our second child; thus beginning an extremely difficult and taxing period which, unfortunately, took us many years to understand and resolve. To really appreciate where we are, it’s important to understand where we’ve been.
From my perspective, Sadie’s sex drive had completely disappeared, and although I desperately and hungrily desired her, I also felt exceedingly guilty and frustrated to be consistently rebuffed. During the deepest of our difficulties, I felt that I was essentially just a roommate; living with a great friend with whom I was raising children. When sex did happen – sometimes once a month, sometimes less – it was vanilla missionary or doggy; minimal foreplay, zero exciting twists, and certainly no oral sex.
Yet as plain as it was, it never failed to be amazing for both of us. I’ve always been an attentive lover, and never stopped making sure she got off at least once anytime we made love – no matter how undesired and unappreciated I felt. Still, the fact that she enjoyed it so much in the moment, yet never truly desired that moment, only exacerbated my frustration and disconnect from my loving wife.
At the same time, she felt disconnected from me as well. From her perspective, any and all of my physical affection and attention was nothing more than an attempted inroad to the bedroom… and it was exhausting. Why would she want to have sex with someone who couldn’t even care enough about her to listen and converse with her without lacing the conversation with sexual innuendo and suggestion, or who couldn’t snuggle on the couch, kiss her, or hold her hand without immediately making the situation sexual?
We had found ourselves locked in a self-fueling downward spiral. She had no interest in sex because she did not feel connected to me outside the bedroom, and I did not make any effort to be connected outside the bedroom because she had no interest in sex. Eventually – and admittedly far later than we should have – through sometimes difficult, but always open and honest conversations, trust, and each of us dedicating ourselves to getting out of our own heads by listening and not assuming, we succeeded in reversing that spiral.
But this isn’t the story of how things got back to “good”, this is the story of how my desire for reconnection, and the rebirth of her sexual appetite, fed each other until that rekindled spark ignited into a raging inferno beyond anything either of us could have imagined.
We were both riding the high of our newly rediscovered sex life. What was once maybe a “once a month” thing had now become a “several times a week” thing. Our desire for each other was running fast and deep and beginning to overflow into unexplored territory.
I was at work one afternoon when I received a text message from Sadie. I opened it to find a short video clip of her fingers working into her unmistakably wet pussy and rubbing small circles on her clit – she had sent me a video of her getting herself off. For a woman who had maybe sent two or three topless pictures to me in twenty-two years this was an enormous leap, and a very welcome one. She was still wet that evening when I walked in the door to find her waiting to usher me into our bedroom where I undressed her, used my equally skilled fingers to rub her to orgasm, then laid her onto the bed where I fucked her until she came again, and I inside her.
As we lay in the bed, her head on my shoulder and her magnificent tits tantalizingly close to my reawakening cock, we began to talk of exploration, for while our sex life had renewed vigor in frequency, it was still – for the most part – relatively vanilla.
Now Sadie is a strong, independent woman; the strongest person I’ve ever known if I’m being honest. No one had ever “worn the pants” in our relationship (to use an outdated and misogynistic phrase) we were always equals – always a team – so it was quite surprising when she told me that she had always needed to be strong, always needed to be in charge, but she felt safe and connected enough to me that she didn’t want to do that in the bedroom anymore. She wanted to submit to me completely.
It was exhilarating… and terrifying. Outside of the bedroom I’m not what you’d imagine when you think of being “dominant”. I’m a writer, poet, D&D nerd, loving husband, devoted father, people pleaser, and generally a chill fellow who is more than content letting others flex by being “in charge”, but as far out of my comfort zone as it was, I did not hesitate.
I grabbed Sadie’s hips and flipped her onto her back. Pulling her arms up above her head and using my hands to pin down her wrists, I kissed my wife passionately – aggressively. Lips, tongue, neck, ears – kissing and softly biting each until I pulled away to look at her eyes. They were hungry, passionate… wanting.
Held down and at my mercy, with my hands around her wrists, her breath quickening, she pleaded in a whisper, “please”. Slowly, I lowered my head back down to her ear and whispered in return, “that’s a good girl”. She moaned as if the words themself were enough to drive her to orgasm, and the wetness of her soft pussy was so complete it clung to her thighs and pulled away in satin like strings as I spread her legs to fuck her again.
And with those two simple words, “good girl”, the floodgates opened – literally and figuratively – but not in my wildest dreams could I imagine where the deluge would take us…
Part 2
The next morning, after the hustle and bustle of real life had settled and the kids were off at school, Sadie and I sat on the couch, snuggled closely under a blanket, my hands running through her hair like I used to do when we were younger – something I had forgotten how much she adored until this journey of reconnection began – and we talked.
We talked about the previous evening, exploration, adventure. We talked about submission, and how hot it made her to be restrained, but mostly we talked about how her body absolutely gave in when I whispered those words into her ear.
“good girl”
Even then, in the midst of a deep conversation which until that point had been primarily analytical, her eyes betrayed how completely that phrase, from my lips, had control of her.
I reached my hand to cup her chin and pulled her into a kiss, while under the blanket I could feel her hand desperately slipping beneath the waistband of her pants, hungering to explore the warmth and wetness of her pussy. As our tongues began to softly tease one another, I reached beneath the blanket myself and grasped her wrist. Her head fell away from my kiss and she moaned as I pulled her hand away from her pulsing clit.
Smiling, I reminded her that good girls do as they’re told and guided her wet fingers first to her lips, then to mine. As we resumed our kiss, the taste of her fresh on both our lips, I guided her hand – clasped firmly in mine – underneath the blanket again. When I released it she swiftly plunged back into fingering herself while I grabbed her pants and panties, pulling them forcefully down to her mid-thigh before slowly tracing my fingers back up those thighs to join her.
Together, we let our fingers explore as her moans increased in volume and the slickness between her legs grew in intensity. Pulling away from our kiss to watch her ecstasy, I waited until her eyes began to flutter closed and the bottom lip of her open mouth began to quiver. Only then did I tell her, “be a good girl and cum for me… now”. She could barely squeak out, “Yes… sir” before pleasure robbed her of her voice and the shockwave of orgasm took control of her body from head to toe.
When the pleasure had run its course, and smiling she opened her eyes, her gaze met mine. “You’re not done” I reminded her as my hands grasped her hips to flip her on top of me. “Yes, sir” she said, grasping her shirt and slowly pulling it over her head allowing her perfect tits to fall free. Quickly, I sat up just enough to grab her shirt before she could pull her arms free, entangling them in the fabric as I closed my fist around it and pulled her toward me to take her tits into my mouth.
Not a moan, but a whimper was all she could manage as I pulled her close and traced her areolas with my tongue. First one, then the other. Helpless, she closed her eyes as I reached my free hand up to pull slightly on her hardening nipples before sucking each one into my mouth and biting ever so slightly as I pulled away. Her whimpers grew softer as my play got rougher, until the only sounds that reached my ears were the faint whispered echoes of “yes, yes, yes”.
Satisfied, I let her shirt fall from my grasp and her nipples pull free from my mouth. With both hands free, I cupped them on either side of Sadie’s face and drew her into a deep kiss before pulling away to whisper, “show sir how good a girl you really are”. Standing just long enough to shake off the final vestiges of clothing she was wearing, Sadie, in turn, hurriedly stripped me of mine, hands cascading down my torso as she straddled me and guided my throbbing cock into her desperate pussy.
The warmth and wetness of her pussy ran unbridled down the shaft of my cock and spread across my balls in ripples as she rode me, first slowly then faster. I lasted through the quivering tightness of her first orgasm by reaching out and taking her nipples into my hands. Pulling, twisting, and focusing on teasing them as she came, but when she reached climax the second time and her head dropped down toward me, mouth open, eyes closed and the tensing of her pussy gripped my cock, my hands instead found her hips and I pulled myself further inside of her as I came, filling her already wet pussy with pulse after pulse of my own cum.
Slumping down on top of me, exhausted, she looked into my eyes as we snuggled closely and I pulled the blanket back up around us. “I think I have a praise kink” she said, laughing. I reached my hand up to once again stroke her hair as we talked about subs and doms, and most interestingly to me, praise kinks.
What I found so interesting about this, apart from how insanely horny “praise” made my beautiful wife, is that within it I saw an opportunity to return to her something she had somewhat lost over the years – confidence in her body. Unfortunately, particularly since having our children, Sadie had struggled with body image issues and being confident in her physical beauty; “Of course you think I’m hot” she would often say after I would compliment her or tell her how sexy she was. The rebirth of our sex life had given her some of that confidence back, she no longer insisted on the lights being off when we fucked, and after over two decades she was actually warming up to sending me spicy pictures and videos… and that was the opportunity I aimed to capitalize on.
Looking back, the difference is truly incredible; before we fixed our hang ups and ironed out our communication the idea of asking her to send me a nude was a proposition I would have approached with the care and planning of the most intricate heist film you’ve ever seen, but where we were now – the level we had worked so hard to build our relationship up to – was different. I never even thought twice.
“If praise gets you so hot,” I asked, “have you ever thought about posting some nudes online? Show you once and for all that I’m not the only one who thinks you’re hot?”
She smiled, “Maybe, but if the comments came back bad I would be crushed.” She kissed me on the cheek as she got up to get dressed. I watched her cover her beautiful body back up and smiled. After Sadie was dressed, she turned away, heading to the kitchen, but she paused a moment, her back to me, before turning around with a smirk and sitting back down on the edge of the couch.
“But I guess if it would get you hot, then you could post some pictures of me, just don’t tell me if the comments are bad.” She kissed me again. “What do you think?”
I smiled. “I might one day,” I said. “When it feels right.”
She smiled back, a hint of embarrassment on her cheeks, “Oh yeah? Where?” she asked.
I paused. “Well… I do spend a lot of time on reddit…”
Part 3
As it turns out, the budding return of my lovely wife’s body confidence made it “feel right” sooner than I ever would have expected. I work long, boring twelve hour shifts in a little office by myself – plenty of time and opportunity for the mind to meander – and the next day my mind was thoroughly meandering over every inch of Sadie’s body. The passion with which she was embracing her renewed sexual empowerment was intoxicating and I wanted – no, I needed her to have more.
Given convention, one would assume that what followed was a raging internal debate within my own mind about the consequences, emotions, and complex dynamics of posting pictures of my wife’s nude body – which until very recently she had been hesitant to even show me – for public consumption.
Convention would be mistaken.
It truly “felt right” as I dug into my phone to find a picture of her in the shower, rivulets of soapy water running down her curves and accentuating the fullness of her breasts. I took just a moment to enjoy my wife’s soapy body and smiled to myself. A few minutes of creating a throwaway reddit account later, and those curves and fantastic tits were now available for everyone to enjoy.
The notifications came like the first drops of rain before a thunderstorm. Slowly at first. Rhythmic. Then faster. As the post gained popularity and the dribbling rain broke into a thunderous torrent of upvotes, comments, and chat requests, my heartbeat quickened as if marching in lockstep with the pings of each new affirmation for Sadie. The workday slowed to a crawl as the anticipation of telling my wife of nearly twenty years how desperately hundreds of internet strangers wanted to worship her body – before doing any number of other things to it – swelled inside me to the point of bursting.
Driving home I readied myself for the evening. As parents, our first priority is always our family; telling my wife that several thousand people had seen her nude – and several hundred had made it explicitly clear they wanted to fuck her brains out – would have to wait just a little bit longer. The night played out like so many before and so many since; family dinner, chatting, playing with the kids, getting them to bed, but there was a unique and unmistakable electricity in the air – and I knew she could feel it. Our kisses lingered longer, our gazes delved deeper, our touches ventured further, and once the kids were tucked into their beds for the evening, we sat together on the couch, her head on my shoulder and my hand softly stroking her gorgeous chocolate curls.
“So,” I began coyly, “what would be your gut reaction if I told you that I did, in fact, post a nude picture of you on reddit?”
She jolted up to a sitting position and turned to me. “Did you?’ she asked, her freckled upper cheeks beginning to flush red.
“I don’t know,” I smiled, “why don’t you tell me what your reaction would be and we’ll go from there.”
Her soft, rose colored lips curled upward at the edges in a slightly embarrassed smirk as she gave the question a few seconds of thought before saying, “I think it would be exciting? As long as you looked through it first to make sure there were no shitty comments.”
Her eyes widened and the redness of her cheeks intensified as I pulled my phone from my pocket. I chuckled a bit as I handed it to her. “There are some very interesting comments – but believe me, love, no shitty ones.”
Her hands trembled ever so slightly as she took my phone, reddit app open, and sunk back into the comfort and security of my embrace. Together we began to read all the comments her post had earned. As we started, I could feel the fluttering of her heart and the quickening of its beat and the heat from the flushness of her face was radiant against my cheek. After a few minutes, she began to fidget slightly as I held her, shifting her body against mine and readjusting her hips and legs. She continued reading, but my eyes wandered away from the phone – down her arms, the curve of her breast, her stomach, searching for what I knew I would find.
Her arousal was so complete from the praise and hungry desire of hundreds of anonymous redditors that the wetness of her pussy had soaked completely through her panties and thin pajama bottoms. Always the considerate husband, and figuring wet pants and panties were not comfortable reading apparel, I reached my hands beneath her waistband and slowly slid them down her thighs, her calves, and as they slid to the floor she moaned a soft “yes” while my hands began to softly work their way back up.
She turned to kiss me. I took her lips softly, deeply, then pulled back just far enough to whisper “keep reading”. Her eyes fluttered closed for the slightest moment before she said, “Yes, sir” and began to read the comments again. As she did, my fingers slid across the juices now covering her upper thighs and plunged themselves into their work. While my fingers caressed her dripping wet lips, before slipping in and out of her as they curled themselves up to fill her and tease her, she read. I leaned in close to her ear, kissing it softly and letting my tongue trace a trail down her neck before I whispered to her again, “Out loud.”
And as my wife read aloud all the perverse thoughts her nude body fueled, and all the primal things the thinkers of those perverse thoughts wanted to do to that body, I allowed my fingers to find their way to Sadie’s clit. Gentle circles at first, then firmer as she continued to read. Her voice was nearly a whisper now as she read to her husband a comment from a man she had never met who wanted to pull her soapy body from the shower, bend her over the bathroom sink and fuck her until she was filled with his cum. Her eyes yearned to close and her voice was nearly gone, but still she read as my fingers flicked faster and her hips began to move in rhythm with her pleasure. One more comment was all she could manage before her eyes closed, her reading became nothing but the repeated moaning “oh, god, yes”, and the phone fell from her hand as the intensity of her orgasm captured every part of her.
I held her. Pulled her close and stroked her hair while she recovered. After a few minutes I reached down and retrieved my phone from the floor. “You haven’t even gotten to the best part, love.” I said with a smile.
Opening up the chat requests, I handed the phone back to my wife. Flushed again she turned, “Chat? Really?”
“Of course, love.” I responded. “What could be hotter than real-time praise?”
We smiled at each other and laughed… then began to sort through all the men who wanted so desperately to sext my wife. Some requests made us laugh, some made us cringe, but a select few seemed promising. “Go ahead” I reassured her as she typed a response to some random redditor who we both knew just wanted her to help him get off. I slid myself to the other side of the couch as she chatted so I could bask in her confidence and enjoy the full breadth of her sexual empowerment. Who would have imagined feeling such contentment watching your wife in a sexually charged chat with another man?
She was smiling, laughing, absolutely glowing. But, as content as I was in that moment, I’m also an early riser and my bedtime was far too long past. Just as I kissed her goodnight and began to head to bed, she stopped me. “He wants another picture… in the chat” she said, half aroused, half embarrassed. I took her by the hand, kissed her again, looked into her eyes and said,
“Then be a good girl and give the man what he wants.”
As I headed downstairs to bed I looked back just as she was beginning to pull off her shirt.
Like I mentioned, I’m an early riser. Up at 4 am every day. Sadie on the other hand is a bit of a night owl and certainly not a morning person. So you can imagine my surprise when I awoke the next day to find Sadie already up and in the kitchen getting me something ready to take to work for lunch.
“What are you doing up so early?” I asked her as leaned in for a kiss. She draped her arms around my neck and kissed me back – before turning just a bit to hide the enormous grin that had crept across her face.
“I may have never actually went to sleep” she said through lips tight with joy and cheeks blushing red.
My wife of nineteen years, the mother of my children, a woman who not so long ago had not even wanted to sext with her husband, had stayed up the entire night sexting in reddit chat – and I couldn’t have been happier or more proud of her. I had about an hour before work so we sat and talked about her experiences, reread the chats together – less the ones where she did all the work getting these dudes off just for them to go silent after they came – but concentrating on the good ones, the redditors who gave her the respect and attention she deserved and made sure she got off as well.
It was a fruitful, honest, open talk. Communication is so essential in a relationship, and we were firing on all cylinders. Of course, the comfort and trust level to which we had gotten in our relationship and communication, and our renewed and quickly intensifying lust for one another meant that our “fruitful, honest, open talk” ended with her naked on the kitchen table as I fucked two orgasms out of her and then came deep in her pussy – but it was a fulfilling end to such a deeply connected and emotional talk. Content, happy, and very curious to continue to explore the path down which we had started, I began packing up to head out for work. When I was nearly finished, she grabbed my hand, handed me my phone and kissed me.
“I think maybe I’ll make my own reddit account?” she said with half playful timidness and half seeking of genuine approval.
I smiled. “I really think you should. You wouldn’t want to leave your new admirers wanting”. I laughed as we pressed our bodies close together, wrapped our arms around each other in an embrace, and allowed ourselves to be enveloped in the safety and security we had worked so hard to build. As I pulled away and headed out the door she asked “What should I post?”
A mischievous grin danced to the corners of my mouth. “Probably your tits.”
She laughed. “Obviously. By the way, you’re off this weekend, so I just thought I’d tell you that I’ve already arranged for the kids to go to friends houses Saturday and Sunday night. A whole weekend, just us.”
It had probably been damn near a decade since the two of us had an entire weekend to ourselves. My heart leapt into my throat and my imagination began to run wild with possibilities, but I just gave her a wink and a smile.
“Good… I’ll need a whole weekend to do all the things I want to do to you. That’s what a good girl deserves, after all.”
As I drove to work my imagination went into overdrive… but my imagination couldn’t scratch the surface of the reality, or the pleasure, that weekend would hold.
Part 4
The next several days were like a symphony. Each melody, each note, each piece of our relationship and newly adventurous sex life, weaved themselves together into a swelling composition; beautiful, emotional, and building to crescendo. Nerd that I am, I spent chunks of my work days researching my wife’s newly discovered kinks. Reading about dominance and submission, bondage and praise, and brushing up on my boy scout skills – which now had a much more practical purpose – by practicing tying knots. She continued chatting with various redditors, both men and women. Her bicuriosity had manifested itself long before the evolution of our bedroom; in fact, it had become apparent even before we took the initial baby steps in repairing our sexual relationship. With her confidence on the rise and my support and encouragement, she had found a means to begin exploring it – and after several extremely fulfilling chats, we laughed together that perhaps she had graduated past mere curiosity. I watched her and held her at every opportunity, full with contentment and pride as she explored and bolstered her rediscovered confidence and reclaimed her sexual empowerment.
The most amazing thing about the lead in to that weekend, however, was how much Sadie and I talked to each other. We had dedicated tremendous time and effort to improving our communication as we worked to improve our bedroom – and we were extremely proud of where we had gotten – but this sudden explosion of kinky curiosity and perverse adventure had taken that communication to an entirely different level. It was as if, twenty-two years of being together later, we were back in the puppy love stage of teenage romance. When I worked we exchanged texts nearly minute by minute, when I was home she was in my arms; and we talked, we laughed, we questioned, we communicated.
We talked about boundaries, fantasies, consent, and desire. We spent hours detailing to each other the ins and outs of our sexual interests – what we liked, what we didn’t, and what roads we yearned for this exploration to lead us down. We talked about how she wanted to be handled physically by her “dom” and we talked about bedroom names. She loved being called a “good girl” of course, but variety is the spice of life, and to my surprise she decided that she wanted to try being called a “slut”. As for me, in my new dominant bedroom role, she had begun to call me “Sir”, but – laughing as we discussed it, she told me,
“I don’t think I’d ever call my husband “daddy”… that’s a little weird, right?”
“Just say what feels right.” I assured her with a kiss on the forehead.
We talked about the wide variety of experiences she had found in her reddit chats. Those that made her roll her eyes, those that made her cringe, those that coaxed her fingers to rub herself to orgasm, and all the experiences in between. She had been a stay-at-home mom in a very rural area for nearly fourteen years, so even beyond the lewdness and the sexting, just meeting a complex variety of new people was a breath of fresh air she hadn’t realized she’d needed so badly. A couple of nights before our weekend, however, as we talked in the bedroom while I readied myself for bed, I could read the concern on her face when I asked her about her chat luck the previous evening.
“I had to block a guy last night.” she began.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” I asked, wrapping her in my embrace.
“Well, it was going well and getting pretty hot, but when I told him I was married all he wanted to talk about was “cucking” you… that’s not what this is… that’s not what I want.”
Smiling, I reached my hand up beneath her chin – softly, gently, so that her eyes rose to meet mine. When our eyes met, I slid my hand slowly and deliberately from her chin down to her neck, just beneath the jaw. I opened my grip to wrap my hand around her throat firmly, something she had told me she wanted during the week’s discussion, and as I pushed her head back a sudden soft, quivering gasp of pleasure escaped her lips.
There was a time when my relaxed, accommodating, attentive personality would perhaps have allowed a sliver of doubt to assault my ego that “cucking” was exactly what “this” was – but that time was long past. With the strength of our relationship, the completeness of our communication, and her unyielding desire for my control, there was no doubt that I knew exactly how this situation would play out. Tightening my grip slightly, I lowered my lips to Sadie’s ear, allowing my warm breath to cascade over it before I lowered my voice and whispered,
“Bless his heart. He really thinks that’s how it would go? You’re mine. You do as I say… and anyone who wants to fuck you does as I say as well. Don’t they slut?”
Her knees weakened slightly as a deep smile pulled her lips tight, “yes.. sir”.
“Good girl. Next time you find a chat request you want to take, why don’t you make it a group chat and I’ll show you exactly who is in control.”
My grip loosened and my hand slid from her throat around to the back of her head, pulling her lips to mine. As we kissed I held her tightly for a long moment before my hands grasped her shoulders and I pushed her down to the bed. As she lay there, hunger in her eyes, I began to unbutton my shirt. When that was done I took a step forward and reached down to curl my fingers beneath the waist of her pants and panties, I could feel the anticipation and the butterflies radiating from her skin as I looked in her eyes once more and growled, “your mine”, before nearly ripping her clothing as I tore it from her body.
‘Yes, sir.” she moaned, spreading her legs open to give herself to me, her pussy already shimmering with its wetness. After I unfastened my pants, pulling them and my boxers to the floor and allowing my already hard cock to spring free, I grasped her thighs with my hands, pulling her forcibly toward me. “Good girl,” I affirmed again as I took her once, and then again before I drifted to sleep that night.
The next morning – the day before our weekend of debauchery was to begin – as I sat at my little desk in my little office at work, my phone buzzed with a chat request notification. Sadie had brought me into a group chat with a redditor. The chat had started platonically, with him asking her for some relationship advice, but had begun turning sexual as he not-so-subtly asked her for help “relieving his stress”. My loving wife would tell me later, after we were finished, that it was the hottest chat she had ever had.
I trust my wife implicitly, she is a strong independent woman with a very well-known track record of not taking shit off of anyone. I didn’t need to be in this chat for me – being a “dom” isn’t my kink, and is so paradoxical to my real personality to be almost comical – I needed to be in this chat for her. Her trust and connection to me precipitated the freedom she was enjoying to give in to her own desires, and submit herself to them – and to me – completely. I needed her to see that the security and safety she felt with me would never change, no matter what discoveries and experiences we may encounter during our journey of exploration.
My presence in that chat wasn’t about me boosting my ego by making some show of being in control, it was about boosting my wife’s sense of safety and security by doing just enough that she knew I was in control, that I would always be in control – and just enough to make her drunk with passion. So I watched the chat as my wife and this redditor sexted, only interjecting when needed. Little things, like making sure he knew that this experience was for her enjoyment and she was to be praised like the dirty little slut she was, making sure she knew how good a girl she was as she described all the ways she would please this stranger, making him say “please” when he asked to see her tits, and making sure he asked for her consent before sending her a video clip of his cum exploding all over her picture.
Everyone left satisfied.
Later that afternoon, after texting me that she had reread that chat about three times and gotten herself off each time, she sent me a picture of a shopping cart with the text, “Getting some supplies for the weekend”
“Great,” I responded, “Anything interesting?”
A few seconds passed before she replied, “Look in the cart love”.
I opened the picture again and gave it a look: water – of course hydration would be very important, some of our favorite foods and snacks – obviously we’d need to keep our energy up… but then I saw it. A box of condoms; and my heart rate quickened.
Why would a man who has been married to his wife for nearly twenty years and had a vasectomy a decade ago be excited that his wife was buying condoms, you ask? Well, to understand why my heart was beating out of my chest at this prospect, we need to consider the situation Sadie and I had been in and that we were, with increasing speed, rapidly moving away from; to put it plainly, Sadie did not enjoy giving oral sex.
I, on the other hand, desperately love to bury my head between her legs and explore every inch of her pussy with my tongue – flicking it rapidly across her clit – before sucking that pulsing pleasure gently against my lips until she shudders with ecstasy. Sadie’s reluctance to give oral sex, however, was an underlying source of disconnect in our relationship for a very, very long time.
She did not do blowjobs.
In our twenty-two years of being together she had brought me to orgasm with her mouth exactly once, when we were in our early twenties. She would take me into her mouth for a few seconds on occasion early in our marriage but it had been so long since even that had happened that I could not remember it. We had tried talking about it countless times as our sexual disconnect was widening and she always told me that her hang up was cum. The taste, the smell, even the sight of semen made her want to gag. She could not – would not do it. Her exact words were, “if you ever came in my mouth or on my face I would cut your dick off.” And if you knew Sadie you would know that was absolutely not an empty threat.
Several times in my search for compromise and common ground I suggested that if the cum was really her hang up, I would be more than happy to wear a condom if it meant getting a blowjob. She had never taken me up on that offer… until now. That box of condoms in that shopping cart meant that my wife had every intention of giving me a blowjob for the first time in ten, maybe fifteen years. My cock hardened instantly at the thought.
When I got home that evening I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deeply. “Are you serious?” I asked.
“100%” she responded.
After the kids were in bed that night, nervous with anticipation of what the weekend would bring, we talked about the day’s surprise development. She expressed to me how thankful, how grateful she was not only for the dedication and work that she and I had devoted to fixing our sex life, but the patience and caring I had shown while we walked that long path. She told me that I had been so wonderful in helping her fulfill what she needed – even when she wasn’t sure what it was herself, like posting her nudes on reddit, or so giving in embracing her kinks that were not necessarily “my thing”, like restraining her, calling her names, and being her “dom”, that she wanted to give me something of herself in return. Something that wasn’t “her thing” – like giving me a blowjob.
She took me into her mouth for the first time in a long time that night, only for a bit so we didn’t bother with the condoms, but the trust, acceptance, and connection I felt in that moment was as good as any orgasm. After that, we made love. Softer, more vanilla than we’d been since this unexpected period of discovery had exploded into our lives, but we took pleasure in the softness and connection… and I’m certain a bit in the anticipation of knowing that for the next two days – all bets were off.
I awoke the next morning – 4 am as always – with Sadie comfortably under my arm. The curve of her ass pressed into my crotch softly, and had been for sometime judging from the fullness of my erection. I shifted slightly to kill my alarm before it went off and when I did an almost imperceptible moan escaped my wife’s lips as my hard cock bounced across her ass before escaping away. In the early morning darkness, a smile crept to my lips as my hands crept across Sadie’s curves. It was officially the weekend, was it not? As one hand slid beneath her shirt to caress her tits, the other pushed aside the skimpy panties she was wearing to busy itself preparing her pussy for its first fuck of the day.
As she moaned and began to sway her hips to rub her ass across my cock I stopped. I thought I would offer the first surprise of the weekend by giving Sadie a 4 am wake up fucking, but my clever wife had beaten me to the punch. As my fingers found her pussy, she was not only already slick with her own juices, but neatly trimmed – not something she’d done in a long time – the rush of that surprise was incredible. Her passion, her empowerment, her sense of adventure, it drove me wild and what was supposed to be a gentle good morning fuck, became something more animalistic as I flipped her onto her back, tore her shirt over her head and took her now erect nipples into my mouth. Her soft moans drove me forward and my index finger sunk inside her as my thumb rubbed and caressed until her back began to arch and her eyes began to open. She awoke to the grip of her first orgasm taking control of her body.
As the electricity of that first release subsided, I kissed her as she began to gently fondle her tits and pull at her nipples. I pulled back to watch while she played with herself for me. Teasing me. Only a minute later I found my hands on her hips, flipping her onto all fours. Her breathing was shallow and fast and her heart was racing as I kissed along her back gently, working upwards along her spine. When I was close enough I knew she could hear, I quietly whispered, “be a good girl and grab that headboard.” A muffled murmur of pleasure was her only response as she did what she was told and I took her from behind. Slowly at first, but very quickly harder and harder until her moans became wanting screams she had to muffle with a pillow to avoid waking the kids. When her slick pussy tensed around my cock as she came the second time, and her primal screams of “oh my god” became audible even through the pillow she held to her face, it became too much and I pushed into her deeply as my cock erupted – filling her full as she sank back to the bed in post orgasmic euphoria.
I kissed her, pulled the sheets back over her naked body, and got up to start my day.
A few hours later, after I’d had my morning coffee, knocked out a few insufferable chores, made the kiddos breakfast (french toast, their favorite), and gotten them each thoroughly engrossed in activities of their own interest, I snuck downstairs, opening our bedroom door quietly to find Sadie still sleeping, rays of morning sunlight peeking through the curtains and accentuating each curve of her body, still naked beneath the sheet. I undressed, slid in beside her, and pushed the sheet down to reveal her soft skin and magnificent figure. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled.
“Time for another wakeup call” I said. She nodded and her smile widened. Twenty minutes of pleasure later I came inside her for the second time that day… and it was only 7 am.
The rest of the morning was a nearly combustible mix of dedicated parenting and unchained lust. We spent that time with our kids, playing games, talking, hanging out, normal things you’d expect from parents and their kids, but like a dormant volcano that doesn’t betray the eruption boiling just below the surface, our hunger for each other was inescapable. As the morning progressed into afternoon every opportunity for a deep kiss, a soft touch, and touches of many other varieties, were capitalized on to their fullest extent. By the time we had the kids packed and loaded up in the van, and she kissed me goodbye to drive them to their destinations, I wanted nothing but to take her. To make her mine over, and over, and over again. Waving goodbye as they pulled out of the driveway I knew very shortly I would have a chance to do just that; and now was the time to prepare.
By the time I heard the telltale sound of our garage door closing my cock was throbbing, its hardness hadn’t relaxed in the slightest since Sadie had pulled away to drop off the kids, and knowing that she was home its fullness became unbearable. She hadn’t even made it all the way inside before my left hand grabbed her by the throat, my right by the hip and I pushed her against the front door, pinning it open with our bodies in the opening, our lust on display for anyone to see.
As I kissed her neck, and my right hand moved from her hip down and around to grab her ass, I smiled to myself when I felt the hard outline of her heart capped anal plug through her shorts. Had she been wearing a buttplug all morning?
“Mmm… very nice.” I said.
She blushed just a bit as I reached to run my fingers across it and push it in small circles, just enough for her to feel it. She sighed, “yes… please, sir… please,” as I continued to kiss and nibble her neck and ears and gently move her plug in circles with my fingers. I looked her in the eyes as I held her there, the intense pleasure of the situation permeating every facet of her expression.
“You’re mine. You’re my dirty little slut, and starting now I will do to you what I want, yes?”
The words “yes sir” had barely escaped her lips before my right hand left her plug and quickly jerked her shorts and panties down to her mid thigh, my left hand never leaving her throat, as I proceeded to finger her to orgasm – pinned and exposed just inside the front door opening of our family home. When she finished a devious smile crossed her lips as I released her.
I smiled back, my contentment and comfort wrapped in passion and primal lust. “Now, be a good girl,” I said, “and go to the bedroom and finish getting undressed. You deserve a reward.”
I spent the next several hours showing her how diligent a student I had been that week. I’d been able to modify our bed with some subtle and hideable attachment points and her body wilted as I began to tie her up for the first time.
As she neared orgasm for the first time of this particular session, her hands tied to the headboard, her closed eyes fluttered open and she desperately pleaded,
“Choke me… please sir, choke me.”
I was surprised, but owing to my nerdy nature, not unprepared. Placing my hands around her neck firmly, but not too tight, I increased the pressure slightly as her body began to shake with the intensity of orgasm, and as her climax drew closer she began to scream, “oh god, oh god, oh god”
Tightening my grip ever so slightly as my own climax rose to meet hers, the intensity overtook me and just before we came together, our eyes met and as sternly and deeply as I could muster, I told her;
“You don’t pray to god, you pray to me.”
As we continued our exploration of her kinks throughout the afternoon and into the evening, her orgasms and screams were so intense at one point she needed to stop just to recover. We snuggled, talked, got snacks and drinks, and then I tied her up again, this time with her arms back – behind her knees – while I used a glass dildo in her ass to bring her to not one, but two orgasms before thrusting my cock in her absolutely dripping wet pussy – while still working the dildo in her ass – and fucking her until she came again and I filled her pussy for what had to have been the fourth or fifth time by that point.
Snuggling close again after I untied her, she rested her head on my chest and I began to stroke her chocolate colored curls. We talked, laughed, genuinely enjoyed the closeness and connection that continued to intensify as we gave ourselves more fully to one another. After about half an hour of honest, genuine conversation she raised her head from my chest, kissed me and looked into my eyes. She didn’t say a word, and didn’t have to. With a mischievous smile on her face she began to slide her body down mine until her lips ran across my cock and she took it into her mouth.
“Good girl” I sighed as my cock stiffened inside her mouth and she began to take me in and out, deeper and deeper, working her tongue across the shaft in alluring circles and figure eights. As I closed my eyes, awash in the surrealness of the pleasure washing over me, it struck me that I was not the only one who had been a diligent student that week.
One hand wafting across my stomach as the other stroked my cock up and down in time with the movement of her tongue and the pressure of her lips, she began to moan as she took me deeper and deeper still into her mouth. As wave after wave of euphoria washed over me, I opened my eyes to watch her. My wife, my beautiful Sadie, was sucking my cock with such passion, such desire, such absolute slutty hunger, it took my breath away. I did not have to watch her long before my pleasure was ratcheted up to the breaking point… she was actually – and seriously – enjoying this.
I stopped her as I felt my cock tense and orgasm draw near. Before I could get a word out to ask her to get the condoms she grabbed my hand, ushering me to follow her toward the foot of the bed. She slinked to her knees onto the floor in front of me as I rose to a sitting position, feet on the floor, at the bed’s edge. Smiling, she grasped my cock in her hand and ran her tongue along my throbbing shaft from base to tip before taking it again deeply into her mouth. Furiously she resumed sucking my cock, the sounds of the wetness of her tongue and lips as they moved up and down my shaft mixed with the mumbles and moans of her own pleasure into a harmony of pure bliss as I felt myself drawing near to orgasm again.
“Sadie,” I whispered, between sighs of contentment, “I’m going to cum.”
She stopped, tilted her head back, looked up at me with eyes that seemed to be pleading and said,
“Cum on my face. Please…”
“Please, daddy, cum on my face.”
She took me again as deep into her mouth as she could, I reached my hand to the top of her head to guide her, and when I couldn’t hold it any longer I pulled her head back and came with an intensity I don’t know that I had ever felt until that point, covering her face in warm sticky cum for the first – but certainly not the last – time.This woman felt so safe, so connected to me in that moment that she put aside any and all of her own fears and hang ups in her lust to give me satisfaction.
We jumped into the shower together for the first of several times that weekend so I could help her clean up and for the rest of that day, deep into the night, and starting again bright and early the next, there was nothing in the world but us. We talked, snuggled, fingered, fucked, sucked, cuddled and then repeated it all again.
The following day, by the time our “weekend” drew to a close – and the time to bring our kids back home drew near – we had lost track of the number of times we had cum.The entire house was a wreck – our bedroom destroyed. My dear wife of nearly twenty years, my beautiful Sadie, with whom vanilla sex had been the norm only a few short weeks ago had been dressed up, tied up, spanked, choked, photographed, recorded, taken multiple facials and “please daddy cum on my face” had very quickly evolved into “please daddy cum in my mouth”.
For a woman who a few short days before would visibly gag at the sight of cum, she certainly was a natural at swallowing it – and I don’t know that I have ever seen her more content, almost glowing with happiness. And I, her caring, nerdy, normally passive husband to whom she had entrusted her submission, had truly and confidently made her my slut.
We still joke that she literally went from “Calling your husband daddy is weird” and “If you ever cum in my mouth I’ll cut your dick off” to “Please daddy cum in my mouth.” over the course of one weekend. And while in a technical aspect that is true, the time and effort we put into our relationship to lay the groundwork for that transformation was years in the making… and worth every second of the wait.
Our relationship hasn’t stopped getting stronger. She still posts and chats on reddit (including a pretty popular slutty confession about that weekend), I’m still working on my restraints and being the “dom” she deserves, she still adores sucking cock – there have been many times since that weekend I’ve walked in the door after driving home from work to find her waiting for me on her knees just inside the front door (in her plaid skirt, and knee high socks) almost begging to take my cock into her mouth.
But beyond the intensity of our sex life – which is orders of magnitude stronger at 41/39 than it was at 20/18 – the greatest gift is how much closer we are in all aspects of our relationship. We take every opportunity to be together, to hold one another, to talk or text. We are happier than we have ever been, and more opportunities for adventure present themselves every day, so we think we’re just getting started.