My wife and I had a regular sex life. But I don’t have a regular sex drive. We are both professionals and respected in our work fields. We were a match made in Haven. Our families always got along, we were always at the top of our classes and we lived in a pretty conservative town. So even though we do have sex every week, you can imagine that it is pretty vanilla.
However, in my dreams and online, I am far from vanilla. In fact, I’m a dirty little slave always dreaming of mistresses. I was never brave enough to come out to my wife as submissive. She never struck me as open-minded. She enjoys sex and even uses toys on herself. But she rarely blows me. So I never tried taking things into the kink zone with her.
But I was living in the kink zone 24/7. Fantasies boiled inside my mind and soul for years and years. It got so bad that I much preferred spending time watching femdom porn than having sex with my wife. She never minded my long nights on the computer. I always felt like she knew I was jerking off in my home office late at night, but figured that she enjoyed her alone time in the bedroom too.
Over the past months, my porn habits got out of hand. I started watching a lot of JOI porn. Not only that, but I also started following the instructions of the online mistresses. If the videos would tell me to wear panties, I’d steal some from my wife and wear them. I even bought a buttplug to use on myself when watching JOI femdom porn. I resisted the temptation not to get involved with live cam mistresses because I felt like it would be cheating.
That didn’t save me from getting in trouble with my lady. But I’ve never imagined how things would unfold this way.
One night, after a long day at work, I came home tired and proceeded to take the edge off with a glass of whiskey and some porn in my home office. Things got a bit out of hand I assume, because in the morning, I was woken up by my wife. The computer was running a JOI femdom video on a loop. I was wearing no pants. And worse, I was wearing my wife’s panties.
She’s not stupid at all and she figured out what was going on. The look in her eyes was a mix of disgust and disappointment. She didn’t even speak to me about it:
“Go take a shower! You’ll be late for work.”
And she walked out the door, leaving me there with her panties on me and my cock still out. I was never more ashamed in my life. I didn’t know what was going to happen. She was gone all day. I was so worried.
She came back late at night. I was waiting for her in the bedroom like housewives used to wait for their husbands in the 50s. I never felt so afraid of a woman before. In a way I was enjoying the position in which I was. My cock was somehow getting hard just thinking about the power that my wife had over me in those moments.
When she finally came home and up in the bedroom, I was stunned. She opened the door with a big brown shopping bag in one hand. She looked at me and said:
“I talked to my therapist. She told me everything about your type. I always knew there was something off with you. And I’m tired of pretending you’re the man of the house. I got something for you!”
She handed me the bag with a box inside. I opened the box and what was in it shook me. I pulled out a beautiful and finely crafted strap-on cock.
I thought I was dreaming. I thought that everything that happened that day was still in my head. How could this be?
“I knew about your porn habits! It’s not the first time you fall asleep like that. My therapist told me about the submissive husbands and how many she meets in her practice. Not many have the courage to come out to their wives tho. So I’m taking charge. If you won’t come out, I’ll make you do it.”
She was explaining all this to me while stripping off her clothes and putting her legs through the straps of the wearable rubber cock that she purchased for me.
And here she was. My wife wearing a strap-on like the mistresses in my porn. I never even dared fantasize about such a moment. I was at a loss for words. All I could do was stare at my wife, with her big breasts still tucked in her bra and wearing a strap-on cock that was twice the size of my penis.
She wasn’t paying attention to me. She was checking herself in the mirror, almost admiretively. I could notice she liked what she was seeing. So much so that she turned herself on. I could hear that in her voice. If before she sounded vaguely confused, treating the whole situation as homework she got from her therapist, now she was breathing heavily and her whole energy shifted.
“I think this is the part where you suck my cock, honey!” she said looking at me through the mirror before turning around and showing off her new dominant beauty.
While staring at me with a flirty and mean look in her eye, she called me with a finger move. I was hypnotized. My body took over and I was soon down on my knees, crawling across the room. When I got in front of her she grabbed me by the hair and pushed her rubber cock in my face.
“Open your mouth, honey!”
I was too stunned to do it. When I opened my mouth, she wasted no time. She pushed that thing down my throat with no care for how I felt. I don’t know if she did it because she doesn’t have a feeling for how to fuck someone’s mouth or if she just hated me and wanted me to gag, but I gagged immediately. And she didn’t stop. She was pulling my hair hard and fucking my face with so much lust. I could hear that she started moaning. Even though this was my fantasy, she was the one feeling pleasure.
“Get up! Now!”
I’ve never heard so much lustfulness in her voice. She grabbed me by the shirt and guided me across the room back to the bed where she bent me over. She hastily unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I could hear the zipper flying down so fast. And then with a swift move, she pulled off both my pants and my boxers down. She grabbed both my buttocks and pulled them apart so hard that I felt my asshole opening.
I heard her spit and then I felt her saliva dripping off my asshole and onto my balls. I heard her spit again in my ass and then a third time in her hand. I was looking at her with the corner of my eye. Couldn’t bring myself to turn my head around without her telling me so.
She was rubbing the top of her rubber cock in saliva to prepare it for the big moment.
“Are you ready, honey!”
I felt one of her hands on my thigh while the other one was pushing the rubber cock in my ass. It was so painful I was biting my lips hard. This was nothing like the buttplugs I was using on myself. She showed no mercy. But I could feel that she was enjoying seeing me suffer.
She kept pushing slowly but surely. Once she felt like it doesn’t go in anymore, she pulled it out completely and I could tell she was looking at my gapped asshole. She spat in my ass again and without minding me she went to work. She was focused on fucking me without caring about me. It was like she was fascinated with what she was doing. My wife was into pegging me.
Not only was I getting fucked, but I was treated like a peace of meat. She was asking me if I like it but I was not able to talk back to her. I was just taking it. But she was making sure to also give herself the responses, turning herself on more and more with every word.
“Do you like it, honey? Of course, you do. Of course, you like it. Take it! Take it all!”
She was genuinely moaning and I finally got it. Whenever I would see mistresses in porn moaning while pegging their slaves I thought they just do it for the camera. But my wife was enjoying herself. She sounded more pleased than she ever did when I was the one fucking her.
And then, all of a sudden, something clicked in me. All of a sudden the pain went away and I started moaning too.
“That’s right, honey! Let it all out!”
When she told me that, my hands and legs started shaking. I felt like I couldn’t keep myself up anymore. And at the same time, I felt like I was about to explode.
I put my head down and all I could see was that my half-erect dangling penis was oozing cum onto the bed. All that while I was letting out a long continuous moan that was strongly signaling I was cumming hard.
“Oh, honey! Good job. You did so well.”
My wife was happy to see the big puddle of cum I splurged onto our marital bed. We both knew I’d never come this far before. It was clear that things were about to drastically change in both our sex life and our dynamic as a couple. But I didn’t mind. And she seemed to take a bigger thrill out of it.
I thought that the night was over. But my wife had other plans. She dipped her strap on in the puddle of cum and said:
“Clean me up, honey!” and made me eat my cum off her strap-on.
She then went to the bathroom and I went into bed. I was a bit shocked, I must admit. I pretended to go to sleep that night. She came back and went to bed like nothing happened.
All this took place last night. The next morning was normal. I made breakfast. She kissed me like she always does. We both went to work. I can’t wait to see her tonight. I hope she’s just as excited about our new life as I am. There’s so much more I want her to do to me. And I hope she’s more open about this new lifestyle than she was when I was supposed to take charge of sex.