Yes, Ma'am

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  Henry smiled and caressed her muscular calves. “Me too.”

  Loretta tossed her head back and closed her eyes in ecstasy as she said, “Oh, that feels good.”

  When he heard her moan, he stroked his strong hands over her tired limbs. As he massaged higher up her leg, he watched her skirt inch up her thighs and licked his lips. He fantasized that she’d spread her legs and shove his face into her pussy. “Eat this,” she’d command as he spread her lips with his tongue. He felt precome drizzle from his cock onto his thigh at the thought and gasped. Shaking his head, he blinked away the fantasy.

  He kissed a trail up her legs. She moaned and slid her ankles onto his shoulders, using her feet to hug him closer. He pushed her skirt up and eased her flowered panties over her ample hips as she lifted up for him. Henry admired her blossoming pussy.

  “What’re you looking at?” Loretta asked as she watched him lick his lips at the sight of her exposed sex. Henry bowed his head and blushed at the gentle scolding in her voice.

  Loretta cupped her hand under his chin and lifted his face. “Do you want it?” Waiting for a response, she smiled. Even though he wished she’d order him to service her, instead of asking, he nodded. He moved between her legs, but paused when she motioned for him to kiss her.

  “Kiss me.” She leaned forward and puckered. He swiftly climbed up to reach her lips and oblige her request. When their lips met, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and tightly held on to him. She raked her fingers through his hair and pulled him even closer, which he didn’t think was possible. “Oh, God, I need you,” she whispered in a husky voice, when their lips parted.

  Panting, he stared at her as he watched her face flush with desire for him. “Please, tell me what you want.” He wanted to ask her to order him, but he played it safe. He’d been leaving female domination articles in the printer for a few months now, and he kept hoping to see signs that she understood. He gulped as he reached up to release her long, auburn hair from the ponytail she always wore for work. He gasped as the curls bounced down and framed her freckled, porcelain doll face.

  “Henry?” She looked at him with an expression he’d never seen before.

  “Yes?” He pulled back. “What is it?” Immediately, he wanted to fix whatever caused her face to look stricken as it did now.

  “What are…?” She swallowed and lowered her face. “Henry, what do the articles mean that I keep finding in the printer?” She coughed and shifted her eyes over his shoulder.

  Henry felt her embracing limbs weaken their grip on him and closed his eyes. He shuddered and wished he were still encased in them. He opened his mouth to answer, but licked his dry lips instead. “Uh…” He released a heavy sigh.

  “Are you cheating on me? Is there someone else?”

  Henry’s face jerked toward his wife when he realized what she thought the articles meant. “Oh, no, that’s not it.” He turned her face toward him and gazed into her eyes. “Oh, baby, that’s not it at all.” He bit his lip, while he tried to think of how to explain it to her.

  “Then, what?” She leaned back against the chair and stared at him. “I thought we had a great marriage. Was I wrong?”

  “We do, but…” Henry sank into a sitting position on the floor at her feet. “It’s just that I wish you’d be more aggressive with me.”

  “You mean in bed?” Loretta raised an eyebrow at him. “Is that it?”

  “That’d be a start. I want to serve you in any way that will please you.” He clamped his mouth shut when he realized that he had finally said it out loud.

  “Oh, I see.” She wasn’t sure if she understood, but she didn’t know what else to say.

  They sat quietly for a long time. It felt like an eternity to Henry as he stared at the worn brown carpet. Loretta broke the silence by clearing her throat. “I was always raised to believe that sex was for the husband’s sake. I never considered…” She waved her hand toward Henry as she let her sentence trail off. “Oh, boy, I don’t know what to do.”

  Henry stared up at her and wanted to wipe away the worry from her precious face. “We can learn together?” He spoke hopefully. He wanted to reassure her, but was afraid to move toward her too quickly. He smiled up at her.

  Loretta nodded. “I guess we can try.”

  “Really?” Henry sat up onto his knees. “You mean it?” His face lit up at her words.

  Loretta blushed at her husband’s exuberance for her willingness to experiment. She wiped her sweaty palms on her uniform and sighed.

  “Let me help you out of this.” Henry pointed toward her polyester waitress uniform. “You must be hot.” He reached for her in slow motion, waiting for her to stop him. He figured she felt as vulnerable and exposed as he did after their conversation. She shivered after he pulled it over her head, but she didn’t stop him from undressing her. He unsnapped her bra and released her full breasts from the restraint. He admired her ample curves and said, “You are so beautiful.”

  Loretta giggled and covered her body with her hands.

  Henry’s eyes met hers, before he continued speaking. “I want to worship you from head to toe.” He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. “For the rest of my life,” he said as he brushed his lips across her.

  Exploring her new freedom, Loretta grabbed his hair and held him for a deeper kiss. “You better mean it, young man,” she said as she leaned in for the kiss. Afterward, she giggled at herself and blushed.

  “I do. Oh, boy, I do.” He sighed as he felt her legs wrap around him again and hug him to her. As an afterthought he said, “Ma’am.”

  At the last word, Loretta opened her mouth to speak, but stared at her husband with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open.

  Realizing his wife’s embarrassment, Henry lowered his head, so he wouldn’t witness her discomfort. After a few seconds, he asked, “What can I do to please you, Ma’am?” He felt his heart race against his chest as he said the words he’d always wanted to say to her.

  “Uhm?” Loretta swallowed as she played out several scenes in her head.

  Panting, Henry cleared his throat. “Anything you want? How can I service you?” He wanted to help her over this uncomfortable hurdle, so they could explore her power together. He ached at her discomfort and hoped it was only temporary.

  Between panting breaths, Loretta said, “Eat me.” She felt a new blush rise to her face after she spoke her desire. She’d always done whatever Henry had wanted and never asked for anything before, even when he begged her to tell him what she most desired.

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Henry smiled as he lowered himself between her legs and spread her lips with his tongue like he’d always dreamed. He lapped at her swollen clit and listened for his wife’s groans.

  Feeling Henry’s tongue on her, Loretta threw her head back and grunted. She thought she’d explode. She grabbed him by his hair and shoved his face into her pussy. As her breathing quickened, she growled, “Suck it.”

  Hearing her enjoyment, Henry did as he was commanded. He felt his cock throb as he savored her pussy like never before. He sucked her clit between his lips and hummed.

  As his humming vibrated through all the nerves in her clit, Loretta humped his face and made animalistic sounds.

  At these new sounds from his wife, Henry’s cock exploded. He didn’t stop pleasing her until her grasp in his hair loosened and her body went limp around him with a final moan. Smiling, he leaned his cheek against her soft inner thigh.

  “Thirsty,” Loretta said in a raspy voice.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Henry said loudly, proudly, before he slid away to fetch her another iced tea as he thought about the time ahead when they would learn about her newfound power—together.

  TEA FOR THREE

  Lee Ash

  You want a threesome?”

  Jonathan poured the tea with an efficiency born from years of dedicated practice. The black leaves had been steeped for exactly four minutes. It would have been two and a half minutes if they’d been dri
nking green tea; five and a half for Oolong. But Jonathan knew Jennifer preferred the flavor of the Indian black leaves for their afternoon beverage, especially when they were seated in the bright and open ambience of the sunlit conservatory. On the tea tray, on the hostess trolley he had brought in, two delicate china teacups were nestled snugly into their matching saucers. Each teacup contained the prescribed short measure of milk he had poured from the china milk jug. Jonathan poured the tea from the matching china pot while holding a strainer beneath the spout in case any loose leaves escaped from the internal basket. The black liquid melded with the milk to produce a fragrant blend of biscuit-colored perfection. Jonathan savored the slightly bitter aroma as it perfumed the conservatory’s air around them. If he hadn’t thought it would come across as smug, he would have smiled at his own small accomplishment. Instead, knowing there were important negotiations to be handled, he kept his face composed, solemn and serious.

  “Yes.” He willfully resisted the urge to touch his own teacup, not wanting to make a noisy clatter that might give away his apprehension. “Yes, please,” he added, remembering his manners. “I’d very much like a threesome.”

  Silently, Jennifer retrieved her teacup and saucer from the tray and brought them close to her lips. The nostrils of her retroussé nose flared as she inhaled the drink’s scent. An imperceptible smile brushed her full lips.

  But she didn’t drink.

  Only breathed the scent.

  And then she put the cup and saucer down before fixing Jonathan with a cool appraising gaze. “A threesome? That’s a very assertive proposition, isn’t it?”

  He nodded agreement. “Yes. As of today I’m being more assertive.”

  She remained silent and he understood she wanted him to continue. He thought of explaining that he had been reading about the differences between passive personalities and aggressive personalities. He considered mentioning that he wanted to locate himself in the center of that range. Jonathan didn’t want to be too passive or too aggressive, simply assertive. Knowing Jennifer seldom had the time or patience for lengthy explanations, he accepted that she was a woman who almost certainly knew about the difference between passive and aggressive personalities.

  “Ordinarily you dominate me in every aspect of our lives,” he began. “Socially you monopolize conversations, psychologically you’re the alpha leader of our relationship, and occupationally, you have a more demanding and rewarding career than me.”

  Jennifer arched one eyebrow. “How about sexually?”

  Jonathan tried not to blush. He fixed his thoughts on the perfection of the tea, the painstakingly polished glass of the conservatory windows, the majestic view of the verdant grounds outside. He brought his attention back to Jennifer, looking resplendent in her black business suit, her features sharp and übersexy, her dark hair chiseled into bold and definite lines. Finally, he focused his thoughts on the tea. The sight was a reminder of his dedication and devotion to detail. It gave him the strength to draw another breath and respond to her question as his cheeks turned crimson.

  “Sexually you always dominate me.”

  Jennifer glanced at her teacup. “Are you complaining?”

  “No. I’m just being assertive.”

  She nodded again. Her composed demeanor gave away nothing. Aside from her barely there smile, her features remained inscrutable. There was an economical shrug that didn’t reach her shoulders, a suggestion her eyebrows had arched as she considered his proposal. “A threesome should be easy to organize,” Jennifer admitted. “There are a couple of men in my department who—”

  “No.”

  She glanced at him.

  It was the first time Jonathan had ever dared to interrupt Jennifer. It was possibly the first time he had ever openly disagreed. His hands trembled and he kept them at his sides so she wouldn’t see. “Not another man. I’m being assertive. I want to be the only man in a threesome with two women. That’s what I want. A threesome with two women.”

  Jennifer finally took a sip of her tea.

  She swallowed and he could see she hadn’t savored the taste. He had taken time to measure the leaves. He had patiently prepared the pot, warming it in readiness. He had presented their afternoon drink with as much ritualistic attention to detail as could be expected from the most meticulous host of a Japanese tea ceremony. And Jennifer simply drank from the bone china as though it had been pissed into a paper cup from an office dispensing machine.

  Her indifference was like a slap across the face.

  Jonathan shivered in his seat.

  “I think this goes beyond assertive,” Jennifer said crisply. “I think you’ve moved into the territory of being downright decadent.” She took another sip of tea and glanced at the tray. The pencil line of a scowl marked the bridge of her nose.

  Jonathan wondered if she was unsettled, because it looked like she was searching for sugar on the tea tray. After the length of time they had been together, Jonathan felt sure Jennifer knew he followed the advice for tea preparation laid out in George Orwell’s collected essays. There was never any sugar on the tray because sugar destroyed the tea’s natural, bitter flavor.

  Jennifer resumed her barely ruffled composure with a blink of icy azure eyes. “You want a threesome with me and another woman?”

  “Yes. Yes, please.”

  She nodded. Another economical gesture. Her hair didn’t shift from its precise, exact coiffure. “I guess I can organize that,” Jennifer conceded. “There’s a graduate in admin. I’ve heard rumors. Caught glances. And we all know what students are like.”

  Jonathan lifted his cup so she couldn’t see his admiration. It rattled slightly against the saucer. Any other woman might have been shocked or appalled by his suggestion. But Jennifer wasn’t like any other woman he had ever met. She took everything in stride. More than that: Jennifer acted as though she had been planning for each unexpected circumstance she encountered. It was one of the many traits that made him happy to worship her as a goddess.

  “I guess I could have a little fun with her,” Jennifer admitted. The comment was spoken as though she was talking to herself rather than Jonathan. She glanced at him with the mildest suggestion of skepticism in her expression. “Are you sure you can handle two women?”

  “I’m not entirely sure. We’ll find out when you bring your friend over.”

  Jennifer drained her teacup and placed it on the tray.

  He doubted she had noticed its fulsome, balanced flavor. The fact that she had drunk it all without tasting one drop was another affront to his dignity. She was pointedly ignoring his hard work and effort. The warmth of an erection stiffened inside his pants.

  Standing up, stepping between his seat and the hostess trolley so she was close to him, Jennifer stared down at Jonathan and said, “Now that you’re assertive, do you still lick quim?”

  He tried not to be intimidated.

  And failed.

  She was the same height as him. Taller in heels. But gigantic when she stood over him while he was sitting down. His teacup clattered against the saucer as he returned it to the tray. The sound was like a traitorous alarm warning of his nervousness. He shifted in his seat, hoping she hadn’t noticed his arousal and certain she already knew he was desperate to suffer her domination.

  “Unbutton my trousers,” Jennifer snapped. “Show me you haven’t forgotten how to lick quim.”

  He fought to drag air into his lungs. The bitter bouquet of the tea was no longer detectable. Jennifer was standing close. Too close. The waistband of her trousers was at eye level. She stood so near he could see the individual weft and weave of each strand in the woolen fabric. He breathed the sweet scent of her Chanel. And, beneath that perfume, he caught the earthy fragrance of Jennifer’s arousal.

  His erection strained inside his pants.

  His loins ached with the need she inspired.

  “Unbutton my trousers,” she repeated. “Surely you’re not too assertive to tongue a little quim?”


  Fumbling to do as she asked, Jonathan brought his trembling fingers up to her waistband. He steadied his hand long enough to pluck the button open and only took two attempts to snatch hold of the zipper before he began to draw it downward.

  His breathing had dropped to an arduous, shallow rasp.

  The air in the conservatory had thickened to the consistency of syrup.

  Jennifer’s wool trousers slid down the smooth skin of her legs. He could hear the fabric whispering like a sigh as it fell to the floor. The tails of her stark white blouse covered the tops of her thighs. He gingerly pushed them aside to discover the lacy front panel of her panties. The white fabric was darkened at the gusset by the shadow of her pubic curls. The scent of her excitement was stronger now that her trousers had been removed.

  Richer.

  Enticing.

  “You’re not too assertive to tongue me there, are you?” she taunted.

  “Of course not,” he whispered. The words came out in a sigh of reverence.

  “Then take off my knickers and start licking.”

  Jonathan dragged the underwear down swiftly. There was no time to marvel at the splendor of Jennifer’s exposed sex. There wasn’t even the opportunity for him to admire the flushed fuchsia split of her cunt. She was open and gaping for him. She was fragrant and moist. The erection in his pants throbbed with fresh need.

  And then Jennifer had clapped her hand against his skull. Her fingers grabbed a fistful of hair and she tugged his face against her bush. “Tongue my quim,” she insisted. “All this talk of threesomes has made me horny. Tongue my quim and make me come. Do it now.”

  He struggled to obey.

  They rarely used the conservatory to play with each other and he supposed that was an oversight for which they were both responsible. Its windowed walls gave a suggestion of public openness that he knew appealed to Jennifer’s exhibitionistic nature. She was standing with her lower half naked and her subordinate lover’s face pressed against her sex. Confident he understood her psyche, Jonathan knew that Jennifer was basking in her dominant position. Although the open view was restricted to private land and there was no real danger of anyone seeing them, he felt sure she drew excitement from the fact that their private union might potentially be exposed.