Lily smiles and adjusts the fabric of her black cocktail dress near one of her shoulders. I was right to decide on a taxi into town for a change of usual scenery to have this discussion. She seems much more relaxed about the subject than she would have been if I’d brought it up in bed at home. She’s still denying it though.
“Maybe I might have them but I don’t like to talk about them.” She says sounding uncertain. She glances at me out of the corners of her eyes.
“But I want you to tell me, you should be able to – I’m your husband.” I lean towards her on my stool, my heart accelerating in my chest.
“But I’m a lady aren’t I?” she laughs and crosses her long legs. Further down the bar some guy averts his eyes from Lily as I spot him looking.
“I suppose I like a man to be in charge,” she says and even the subdued lighting in here can’t hide her embarrassment. For a moment I think she’s just trying to make it clear to me that she doesn’t want a submissive husband.
“Maybe tell me what to do...” she shrugs her shoulders.
“You mean like be forceful with you?” I glug my drink, unable to look at her for a moment.
“Maybe,” she straightens her back and her hoop earrings dance around her ears.
“How come you never told me before?”
“You never asked.” she smiles and sips her drink.
“So you have fantasies about being told what to do?” That would explain a lot. Not least of all her attitude when I confessed my own submissive side. Now I want to ask whether it’s me or someone else she imagines ordering her around.
“I’d only want to be told what to do sometimes. I wouldn’t want it 24/7.” she smiles but still looks a little awkward.
The bar’s filling up now and excited as I am, I don’t want Lily thinking I’m obsessing. The ice has been broken so I decide to change the subject until later when we get home.
Back in our bedroom I glance over at Lily as she peels off her clothes. There was a time she’d always wear sexy lace or sheer underwear. Not these days. It’s sad. We’re only in our twenties for God’s sake.
She unclips her bra and massages the strap marks on her pale shoulders. No wonder she gets sore there supporting the weight of those breasts.
What would people say if they knew a woman like her wasn’t being satisfied in bed by her husband?
I feel the smoothness of Lily’s skin next to me in bed as one of her legs brushes against me. I wish she’d wear sexier lingerie or even go nude in bed like I do. She says she feels the cold.
She studies her paperback as I mentally rehearse what I’m about to say.
“So what do I make you do when you have these fantasies?”
Lily smiles slowly and puts her book down on her lap.
“Who says it’s you I imagine?”
“So what are the other guys like?” I move in close to her, letting her feel the stiffness of my cock against her leg.
“What are they like?” she repeats my question back to me.
“Yeah, exactly what sort of guys are they?” I kiss her bare shoulder around the straps of her little nightie.
“It’s private.” She smiles tightly, “and anyway, a lady never tells.”
“Come on, you can tell me. I think it’s hot you imagining other guys.”
“Just guys; you know.” She shrugs her shoulders but looks as if she’s unsure what to say.
I move closer in to her, my stomach knotted as I stroke the outline of one of her breasts. The nipple stiffens.
“I’m interested,” I say softly, “It’s hot”
“Experienced I guess.”
“What do you mean by ‘experienced’?” My breathing and heart rate accelerate. No-one could ever describe me as ‘experienced’.
“You know, someone who’s had a lot of women, someone who knows what he wants.”
“A womaniser?” my voice sounds weak. I kiss her throat and she moves against me.
“Possibly. He’s always a lot older than me” She whispers.
“Older?” that shocks me. A chill runs through me. “How much older?”
“Well, he usually has gray hair.” She laughs in my arms but her face colors a little.
“Gray hair!” now my heart is thumping wildly, my face burns. My beautiful young wife getting off on the idea of something as weird as a bossy old dude with gray hair!
“He’s arrogant too.” Her eyes are on the ceiling like she’s deep in thought.
“I thought you didn’t like arrogance, you’ve always said arrogant guys are jerks.” I’m watching the swell of her large breasts beneath her white night gown.
“He’s not usually anyone I’d like in real life” she laughs.
“But you imagine someone like that sexually?” I’m genuinely confused.
“It’s quite a horny thought,” her legs move against mine and she half turns to me. “Someone like that just using me for sex.”
Oh God. My balls tighten between my legs.
“How does he use you?” I’m kissing her now, slowly. She’s squirming under me.
“He’s not interested in what I want. He doesn’t care. It’s all about what he wants,” She says breaking her mouth from mine.
“Mmmm,” I rub my erection against her, genuinely concerned I could cum just by what she’s saying. “What does he want from you?” there’s no fluid at all in my mouth. Her hand encircles my balls.
“He just wants to use me for sex, treat me like his whore.” She grips my cock.
“What does he do to you?” I kneel up in the bed and move my arm, pulling her night gown up, exposing her breasts and seeking her sex with my fingers. She groans as I dip my index finger and one other into her hot moistness.
“He summons me, tells me I have to meet him,” she’s pushing her hips against my hand, “He tells me what I have to wear. Sometimes he’s in his office and he makes me kneel under his desk and suck him while he’s on the phone.” Her eyes are closed and her breathing heavy, squirming against my fingers.
My head is scrambling with what I’m hearing. I don’t know how much of this is due to the alcohol she’s had but I’ve never hear Lily this way before. I know I’ll blow my load as soon as I’m inside her so I remember some of what I learnt online today. I need to delay things. I’ve got to bring her off first.
“What’s his cock like? Big, like that dildo I once bought you?” Her body stiffens against me. I continue gently using my fingers to stroke the hard bud of her slippery little clit.
“Yes he’s big,” she whispers, “He rams it down my throat, he doesn’t care,” she’s panting now as I accelerate the flicking motions against her little button.
“He calls me names,” she breaths.
“Names?” shock courses through me and for a second I stop moving my fingers in her pussy.
“Yessss,” she groans and her breasts move heavily, her nipples pointing upwards like giant prickles.
“What does he call you?” I draw one of her stiffened rose pink nipples between my lips. I compose myself, my fingertips again coaxing the bud between her long writhing legs.
“His slut, his whore,” her hand grips my cock and her body stiffens, she’s all but out of it now. Her face contorts as if in agony.
My cock is squeezed and Lily cries out beneath me. She’s gripping, squeezing against me so hard that I want to cry myself because it hurts. Holy crap- she’s coming!
The site of her squirming there in front of me, my beautiful curvy wife who looks like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth – imagining someone treating her that way. Calling her those things. I tug my cock from her hand and plunge myself into the soaking furnace between her thighs.
“He wants to degrade me...” she says, startling me.
Four thrusts and I’m spasming inside her. Frantically, I grip onto her fleshy ass cheeks.
“He knows I’d do anything for him” she moans as I gasp the last of my load deep into her.
We lie in one another�
��s arms for a long while afterwards without talking. With the fever of excitement ebbed away I’m in shock. I can’t believe some of the things she said.
Even though I’m hardly able to process what I’ve heard, it isn’t long before my cock starts to stiffen again. I can’t shake what she told me out of my head.
“Do you ever imagine it being anyone we know?” I ask.
“No!” she laughs hard. “There’s certainly no-one like that at work.”
“What about the gym?” I ask, my mouth clicking with dryness.
“Not late afternoons when I get to go there. Only old women doing their aerobic classes or pensioners having a sauna.”
“Pensioners have gray hair you know,” I squeeze her to me and she laughs again.
She feels so soft and warm in my arms. Her ass so firm and round.
I compose myself, mentally adjusting the order of the words several times before I say them.
“Maybe..maybe we should try and look for someone like your fantasy man in real life.” I mumble, part embarrassed part fearful and part crazy with desire.
For several seconds Lilly doesn’t reply. When she does speak again her voice is so quiet.
“I’m not sure I could do anything like that for real.”
Chapter Four
Late afternoon and I’m back home. It’s probably just as well I had a meeting with a potential new client across town this morning. I wouldn’t have got anything done if I’d been alone here all day.
I’m struggling to believe what happened with Lily last night. The more I think about it, the more I’m wondering whether I dreamt it. I’ve never seen her that horny
She wouldn’t even discuss any of it this morning. Some of those things she said though. Where did all that come from? Bottled up frustration? And she actually came! Why the hell didn’t I try to have that conversation months ago? I guess it took a reminder from that client of how beautiful she is to prod me out of the rut I’ve been in.
I fix myself a coffee and fire up my lap top at the kitchen table. I’ve got a couple of hours before she’s back from work.
Her words from last night echo around my head. She imagines doing ‘anything’ her fantasy guys tell her to? Seriously? Does she get off being made to do some of the things she won’t do with me? Like anal or swallowing? The thought chills me as much as the mental images electrify me. I curse myself for not asking her even more questions last night.
I gulp my coffee and wonder about the wife I always thought of as ‘quite reserved’. Does she really imagine being ‘degraded’ by some man? An older guy? No wonder she hasn’t been getting off on sex with me. I had no idea she was thinking about this kind of shit.
Fear and dread tighten my stomach yet one of my hands is over the front of my pants. Just thinking about all this again has given me another hard on. Shit, she even said she only didn’t ‘think’ she could do anything like this for real. She didn’t say she ‘couldn’t’ or ‘wouldn’t ever’. My whole body shudders. I need to get to the bathroom and jerk-off.
Back at the kitchen table with common sense descending again, I clear my head. I’ve got to draft a response to the brief I was given at today’s meeting. As I make a start, it doesn’t take long for my thoughts to begin drifting back to Lily and her fantasies.
Why do I get excited by the thought of her getting what she wants from someone else? I bet there are millions of husbands who wouldn’t be able to believe their luck if their wives confessed to fantasies like Lily’s. They’d give her all the degradation she imagined and then some. They’d have a list as long as your arm of perverted things for her to do if she told them she dreamt of being ‘made to do anything’ they wanted. Why don’t I feel that way?
Could I degrade Lily? Could I ‘make’ her do whatever I wanted? Those suggestions don’t sit easily with a submissive husband like me.
I type “Wife wants to be submissive” into Google. I scroll down the list of links my search brings up. There’s information and guidance by men bragging about how badly they treat their wives. There are links to a couple of BDSM sites. I even find posts by women complaining that their husbands aren’t assertive enough with them. I smile to myself as I realize I’m double-checking to try and make sure one of those posters isn’t my wife.
I find a blog post which stirs my groin again. A husband writing about the idea of seeking another man to ‘Use and humiliate’ his own wife.
I can’t imagine treating Lily the way she described, but the idea of her being willingly degraded by another man, being made to do his bidding - excites me until I can hardly get my breath.
Why is that? Maybe because in humiliating and degrading my wife, the other person would also be humiliating and degrading me?
Lily and I are in bed together later before I can pluck up enough courage to bring up the subject of what she said last night. I don’t want to do it while we’re having sex this time. I want to gauge her attitude ‘cold’.
“It was horny last night when you were talking about other guys” I slide my eyes across to look at her.
Lily smiles but doesn’t take her eyes from her paperback.
“About them making you do anything at all they wanted.” I trace down her arm with an index finger.
“Hmm” she mutters, a tense-looking smile forming at one corner of her lips.
“What did you mean when you said you imagined them degrading you? “I snuggle up closer to her. “What sort of things would they do?” My fevered arousal pushes me to keep probing her for answers.
“Oh, I don’t know Vaughn,“ her face is flushed and her body has stiffened next to me. “It’s only something I made up. I’m trying to finish this book”
“Yeah I know, I’m sorry.” Disappointment wells through me that after all, what she said may not have even been true. Surely she couldn’t have made all that up off the top of her head? And what about her reaction? There’s no way she was faking that.
“It was just so hot hearing it. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” I say.
“Well I wouldn’t get too carried away about it. It’s not likely to happen is it?” she looks away from me sharply and back to her book.
“It could...” I murmur my voice creaky.
“Oh Vaughn, they’re just fantasies.” She laughs, “I do want to finish this book tonight.”
I lie on my back next to her, confused and wondering what to do next. I honestly thought last night was going to be the start of something insanely exciting. Self doubt and frustration ooze through me. I bet any other husband would find a way to use this situation so that both he and his wife got what they really wanted.
Chapter Five
I’ve been in my home office, up to my neck in it on another client project most of this morning. At least that’s stopped me dwelling on my disappointment and feeling depressed about it. Now, just before lunchtime I take a break from working
Maybe Lily’s just embarrassed about what she’s told me of her fantasies. That could be why she reacted like she did last night. Or she doesn’t like me going on about ‘other guys’, about ‘doing it for real’. She might actually want me to give her the kind of treatment she seems to get off on.
How would I even approach that?
What if I tried to order her around? Perhaps I could have a go treating her the way I’d like to be treated myself. Or I could ‘role-play’ at being someone else. If I imagined I was another guy treating her bad like she said she wants, then I might be able get off on the whole thing too.
I don’t even think I could carry that off convincingly. I’m sure we’d both feel ridiculous if I tried to be domineering with Lily.
As I rack my brains for an answer I remember some of those guys writing online about how they treat their submissive wives.
I could post some questions and try to get some advice, or just have a conversation with one of them. Talk to someone who does this kind of thing for fun. Kind of like a mentor.
My chest tightens as
I read again some of online posts I bookmarked. Dominant guys talking about how they treat their wives. The problem is: taking control seems to come naturally to men like these. The way they talk about their wives is completely alien to me. At the same time though, there’s a familiar shameful tingling between my legs as I imagine Lily getting off being treated the way they write about.
There has to be one of them who are open to giving me advice on approaching this as a submissive husband.
One of them signs off his ‘brag-sheet’ post with his instant messaging ID. ‘MasterD423’. I smile to myself. Some people don’t half take themselves seriously. Let’s see what this guy has to say for himself.
I sign on to messenger and search for his ID. He’s online. Quickly I type a message asking him to add me. I wait for what seems several minutes, browsing other adult sites before he replies.
“Hey, wot u you got for me?” This guy doesn’t mince his words.
“I read a post of yours online about your sub wife.”
At first, he doesn’t seem to know what I’m talking about. Or at least he doesn’t seem to recall it. I remind him of the name of the site and some of the phrases he used in his post.
“OK. Sounds like me. Wot about it?”
“Looking for advice” I type.
“With wot?”
“My wife,” I reply before adding: “satisfying her.”
“She sub?” he asks
“Yes. Just found out.” I tap across the keyboard.
“Show me her pic. Tits”
My face reddens. My pulse is in my throat.
“Don’t have images of her topless,” I lie.
“So wot u got for me?”
“Head and shoulders pic only”
“Fuck that” he says immediately.
I’m not sure how to respond but he beats me to it.
“Need to see ur wife if you want her fucked.”
My groin stirs but I didn’t get into this conversation to entertain some guy with images of Lily.
“Thought you were dom,” I reply, beginning to suspect this guy is a waste of time looking for a quick lay.
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