Chronicles of what she does for me

[spaceche]

Good evening,

I am starting this thread to chronicle the amazing sex my wife and I have been having lately.

Let’s start with what happened a few days ago.

I sent her an SMS from work to tell her I would be home late. I told her to be waiting in the hallway at 11PM sharp. She asked me, do you want me to be kneeling or standing up. I replied standing up. She asked me how do you want me to greet you. I answered with professionalism, like an experienced whore, or like a passionate mistress. I added: I want you to think carefully when you dress up in advance of my arrival. Choose only clothes that I would approve. Either very slutty or very sexy. She replied as you wish. I am here to please you.

When I arrived (at 11PM sharp) she had been waiting a few minutes in advance behind the door. Quietly. Standing up, as ordered. She was wearing a black garter belt and stockings. A dark mesh top. Oh, and a tiny little black thong. Rippable, of course.

 

[spaceche]

Managing expectations

Managing expectations

Hi all. Just thought I’d tell you a two paragraph entry per day is my limit. So if you’re interested in following my story, better be patient. I practice the “beetle walking on the hot sand of the beach” style of erotic writing.

In the meantime, please feel free to leave your (always fun, witty, respectful, insightful) comments. Why not try to continue the story for me?

 

[spaceche]

Back to the story

Back to the story.

I told her to turn around so that I could get a full view of her outfit. It pleased me. I spanked her right cheek once, slightly. I told her I was pleased with the way she was dressed. She replied I am here to serve you. She also understood this meant she wouldn’t get punished, at least not for the way she was dressed. My wife follows several rules. One of them is that if I don’t approve the way she is dressed, she gets punishment. Punishment almost always involves spanking, punishment spanking, although we also have reward spanking in our repertoire.
I told her to lead me up the staircase (as an experienced hostess, since that’s the persona she would adopt). Climbing up the stairs, I slid a hand between her legs. One day, I’ll make her tell me, “baby what a bad boy you are” with the perfect pitch, like in that movie.

 

[spaceche]

The story continues

The story continues

She opened our bedroom door and stood next to the bed, her head slightly bowed. I put my briefcase on the top of the dresser and sat down in my blow job armchair. Although she knew what to do, she waited for my verbal command. I placed a pillow in front of the chair (I don’t believe in gratuitous pain). Come suck me. She kneeled on the pillow, and undid my pants. I was still in my suit.

I held her ponytail firmly (she always braids her hair before I arrive). On a few occasions I had to remind her to continue looking me in the eyes. I could read her intense devotion and burning desire. Along with a hint of fear, maybe feigned, but maybe not.

 

[The_Librarian]

Kudos to you for such a wonderful relationship with your wife. It is always good to be faithful to the person you love most, and go to THEM for what you need.