He that dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose.

[DreamingOfMyEx]

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Rick hoped the flowers would do the trick. A dozen red roses, delivered to her office 30 minutes before her lunch hour. He’d struggled with how to sign the card, and thankfully he’d had the brains to dismiss the first few ideas. Things that would sound over the top juvenile, or worse yet, could be easily taken the wrong way. A woman who’d just been called “fat” by her husband was prone to taking things in a way they weren’t meant to be taken.

In fairness, Rick had tried to find the right way to tell her that maybe she should wear something “less constricting” and that “didn’t show as much” to the fitness center they’d just joined. He thought he pulled it off. Millions of other clueless males had probably thought the same thing in similar circumstances. At any rate, the word “fat” had never entered the conversation, but according to Rose he’d taken out a few billboards strategically placed around town to announce the fact his wife was both fat AND ugly.

Rose was FAR from ugly – her face was quite beautiful by any standard, if a bit too plump. Rick was convinced if she could lose a bit of weight (okay, maybe more than a little) he would have a wife that would make all the other guys extremely jealous. After all, she was perfect in pretty much every other way. (Except for that hearing problem – all those times she heard things the way they weren’t intended.)

He was approaching 40, had been married over ten years, but still had a lot to learn about women. He hoped signing the card “from your not-so-secret admirer” would do the trick. It better. The budget couldn’t really afford a dozen red roses.

Regardless of what Rose thought, the other women in the macho-male dominated work environment were impressed. Some of them – dispatchers, admin clerks, and a couple of police officers – had never received flowers at work.

That evening husband and wife would see each other for a few minutes, Rose returning home from her part time job at the police department around 5:15 and Rick leaving a little after 5:30 to begin his 6:00 pm to 6:00 am shift. He set his alarm to make sure he had time to make a grilled chicken salad for himself to take to work, and for Rose to eat when she got home. He hoped she would be in a good mood – it was never a good thing for a cop to report to work with anything but work on the mind. He was also aware she might find an excuse to go shopping or something on her way home – just enough time to miss having to see her errant husband.

 

[bustymaturelady]

Rose had a nice job, it suited her, being administrative assistant to the Police Chief and on a part time basis. She had her own office and got to know all about what was going on in the building. She felt pride in her contribution and her boss was a nice sort, relaxed and understanding whilst being efficient at his own job. She liked him and it was no surprise that he seemed to have a lady friend he was able to produce for social occasions. She didn't like to think of him sexually with another. Did that mean she fancied him a little? Perhaps it did, she had always liked men in uniform.

There was no doubt that Rose was in a rut and she appreciated that. The comfort eating and lack of exercise had removed her curves and her body had become a rather barrel shaped expanse of fat. She knew that and didn't need reminding about it. She had sought solace with the priest of their church and had joined the gym with her husband whose body seemed to need similar attention to her own. She had it in mind to put together special diets. It was all in hand.

He didn't need to do it though, yes Rick. Although he had not said the words, she knew exactly what he had meant. He had in effect said that she was 'fat'. That was for her to think maybe but not for him to point out, not when he looked like that. He was no different to her, in fact maybe even worse and was making little or no progress in the police department. She knew, she could see his records. It was him who needed to get his act together as much as her. That is why she sounded off. He was using her to deflect any criticism of him, criticism she knew he would not be able to take. Now he was remorseful and come the flowers.

Once she had calmed down Rose began to appreciate the gesture. It brought her attention in the office and made her feel more important. Yes it was sweet of him, her husband Rick to go to all that trouble and expense. Such a shame though that this evening they would be like passing ships in the night, she would arrive home, just before he was leaving. There would be no time for any romance or anything of that sort. That needed to improve for sure, it had just become routine and not very often. She wanted, no needed it more and she was going to have it. She just had to get some of this weight off!

Rose made sure she arrived home on time and as soon as she saw Rick she opened her arms and as they hugged she apologised. 'Sorry love, I am so sorry. The flowers are so lovely'

The past, the earlier part of the day was forgotten. 'Let's start afresh' she said to him.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

"No, no, I'm the one who should be sorry." Rick didn't elaborate on what he'd done wrong, because he hadn't done anything wrong -- at least not anything wrong enough for him to be able to figure out what was wrong about it. Still, with women, it's always easiest to just admit to being wrong rather than pointing out what they did wrong, right? The bottom line was that he was glad she was okay now, because that evening marked the last day of work on his simple but hard to explain schedule. He would come home in the morning a little after 6:00 a.m., take an hour or maybe two to wind down (depending on how busy the night had been) and sleep for a few hours. Then he would wake with a couple hours of daylight left, have a little quality time with Rose, then stay up for a bit longer watching a movie, or reading a book, or engaging in one of his two new hobbies. One was learning Spanish - always useful for a police officer - and the other was photography. That would certainly carry over into his job as well, and perhaps enhance his chances when he applied for the next open position in the department's five-man Criminal Investigations Division.

Or maybe he would just go online and look at a bit of Femdom porn, or read some Femdom erotica. Years ago he'd opened up to his wife about his interests, hoping she would be interested in engaging in a little "role play" in the bedroom. Whether or not she was actually a fan was still up in the air, but still she did it - occasionally - possibly because she was a good wife who wanted to cater to her husband's interests. From Rick's perspective it was a win-win for Rose. After all, all she had to do was transform into demanding mistress mode and with a haughty and/or threatening demeanor, order him to scrub the kitchen floor, or mow the yard, or draw her bath and give her an hours long foot massage, and her wish was quite literally his command.

It never occurred to him that Rose might find it demeaning - as if she were expected to perform on command like a trained animal, or a prostitute.

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Of course Rick also tried to "make love" to his actual wife, Rose, occasionally, rather than some character in a roleplay fantasy - but more and more he found he was having difficulty maintaining an erection during the act. When his erection would start to subside the right word from Rose the Dominatrix, perhaps accompanied by a slap on his ass or the feeling of her nails digging into his back, would inject new life and motivation into his previously disinterested penis.

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"Goodnight my love" he whispered to his wife, already asleep in their bed. "Sweet dreams" he continued, kissing her on the cheek then sneaking into their home office to resume his tour of his new D-SLR camera. But ... the computer was there, right beside him. Rick double checked the door to ensure it was locked (he'd never figured out how to explain to Rose why the door was locked, but fortunately she'd never awakened and gone into the office searching for him after she'd gone to bed) then clicked an icon that led him to a file with a link to another file that provided the address he could copy and paste into the browser that took him to one of his favorite story sites.

Before long he noticed an interesting prospect, a story he hadn't seen yet. The story was of a beautiful queen who was secretly an evil witch - gaining in power and influence as she oversaw her poor husband's slow demise. For a while, Rick was tempted to masturbate while reading the story, but he was no longer 18, no longer "needed" to orgasm at least once a day. Maybe if he saved it up, Rose might be in the mood the following night. They hadn't been going to the gym together long enough to establish a pattern, but Rick thought he noticed she seemed to have more energy for that sort of thing after a hard workout.

 

[bustymaturelady]

There it was, as soon as Rose had arrived home, Rick had left for work. This had become a poor marriage for Rose. It was true that the flowers were a start, maybe they could be something for them to work on but 15 minutes was all they had had this evening and even then she was tired from her day whilst he was getting ready for his work. In a way Rose was resigned to it all, if this was the way it had to be, so be it, it wasn't good though, and she had put on weight. She was past caring.

Too many times she had thought of putting on a dress and going down the local bar just simply for a drink. OK she knew she was large but she was sure that there would be a guy who could chat her up and then make her the offer of his place. That would at least make her feel valued and she would do it too, it was only the dread of being caught and the shame of being called an adulterer by her husband that stopped her. This mess was not her fault and she was not going to be held responsible.

Rose had all evening alone and most of the night which in a way she was grateful for. She had independence and did not have to face the implied criticism from Rick towards her figure. She did her texting and watched tv, maybe there was a movie on line, yes she kept herself busy. She did though have her little secret, her cam. Not every day when she was alone but on a lot of them. She had come across this site where people chatted and cammed. It seemed to be for the lonely and it was worldwide for all sorts of subjects. When she had looked into it she had found that there was an Adult section and she got into a routine.

She never showed her face and usually sat in bra and briefs. Sometimes a bit of a sexy top as well. At first she just chatted to warm herself up and then she moved to teasing, just toying with her breasts and playing hide and seek with the nipples. On occasions when she was bold she would do a private cam with a guy. Then she would step out of panties and sit on a towel on her computer chair. Whilst they messaged each other with sexual filth she would finger and rub between her legs for him, holding back on her orgasm until his cock and balls could take no more. The sight of the spunk shooting from the end of his cock whilst looking at her pussy so often did the trick and broke her resistance, sending her body into convulsions and a puddle of juice into her own vagina.

Tonight had been one such night and Rose had done a couple of private cam sessions before she put away and drifted off to sleep, her physical needs somewhat sated but she was left feeling somewhat dirty at the way it had come about. Others did it of course but she wished she did not have to, she wanted more real life pleasure and less fantasy. Yes she felt bad and not for the first time said to herself that she was going to make more effort with Rick. This time she did mean it. She was going to take some control of their sex life together. Her husband was what he was in the bedroom and it was pretty clear that she was now going to need to change their habits if their marriage was to become happy again. She was up for the challenge and she would ‘whip him into shape’. She was determined. He had just put them on the right path with the flowers and she was going to take them along it.

She went to sleep dreaming about it, her husband tied and blindfolded.

When Rose woke she found Rick was asleep but throughout her day she thought of things and developed her plan. She decided on the first step and as soon as the opportunity arose she put it to him

‘Let’s read some porn together later’

‘Yes I really want to Rick’

Rose wanted to get to the bottom of his fantasies and his needs. They were going to work on this and come through it together.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Rick would be flabbergasted - and stunned - if he knew of his conservative demure wife's "extracurricular" activities on the computer. It was he that made sure they had separate computers - with some lame excuse about keeping some work stuff confidential. That was before Rose started her own part time position in the department which gave her access to all the records, but by then they each had their own computer set-up to lessen the chances of one spouse (Rose) stumbling on any of the other spouses hard-to-explain browser history, links, and pictures. Yes it was all password protected, but why not take that extra level of precaution.


While Rose worked certain weekdays as the situation dictated, Rick worked through the night every other weekend - which meant on alternate weekends he had three days off - Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. It was a difficult schedule for many, especially those with children, but Rick and Rose had gotten accustomed to it. Given Rose's reaction to the flowers, Rick had been looking forward to the probability of sex this upcoming weekend, and on Friday while he slept, Rose got another delivery at the office. This time the card read "No special occasion, just because I love you".

When she returned home from work he had awakened and prepared dinner. He wasn't the gourmet type, but when he cooked it was edible. And lately, they'd mostly been eating "plain" foods anyway because of the diet. Saturday morning, if they followed their schedule, they would go to the gym together in the morning, followed by a bit of yard work, then a long walk in the later afternoon. Sundays, of course, were for church in the morning and another long walk afterward. Rick was counting on sex both Saturday and Sunday evenings after their walk.

Yes, they had settled into some sort of routine, but it wasn't too boring - Rick knew it was only temporary. As Rose got "healthier" she would have more energy and he would plan more fun and interesting activities for them. Rose would have her input, of course, but generally she seemed disinterested in those sorts of plans, and generally went along with what Rick wanted. That's why Friday evening at dinner, she surprised by playing footsie with him under the table, then running her foot up his calf to his inner thigh, saying "Let's read some porn together later."

Rick almost choked on his dinner. This wasn't like Rose. For a moment he was afraid she might have found his porn and was setting him up - he'd read more than one story where the wife was snooping on the husband's computer - but no, there's no way she "broke" his password. He looked across the table at her - god, how beautiful and sexy - if it weren't for her weight. He'd even noticed she changed into something "more comfortable" when she arrived home which showed a bit more cleavage than she normally displayed. Did she do that to stir his interest? Now it was obvious.

"Uh.. y.yeah. S..sure" he stumbled through his initial response, "If you really want to."

"Yes I really want to Rick."

Rick nodded, becoming more flustered by the second. His breathing was heavier now, he was sure Rose was well aware she was turning him on. So often he wanted her to play the role of the aggressor, but it wasn't in her nature. Whatever was happening, he was all for it.

"Did you uhhh, have ... any uh ... particular type of porn in mind?"

 

[bustymaturelady]

It was Friday and Rose had been in a good mood, the weekend was ahead and she and Rick were to spend time together. She felt that they were now at a watershed moment in their life where things had to change and she was as pleased as punch that another delivery of flowers arrived for her. 'Those in the office will be thinking I have got a secret lover' she had thought to herself and it was with some tinge of embarrassment that she received them. After all she was no spring chicken and she was really now in middle age and perhaps even in something of a middle age crisis.

Rose's boss John had even remarked on her disposition. 'Nice to see you happy and smiling'.

In the course of the day Rose had looked into her bag and showed great control. No longer was there a grab for biscuits or sweets and in the canteen where was no pudding to go with lunch. This was the start of her new weight loss regime and she intended to keep to it, coupled with exercise of course.

'Lovely of you to have prepared dinner Rick' she had said to her husband on her return from home. The day was getting better and better. It had put her in the mood for the approach to porn which she made.

'well something that caters for your kinks and desires and that I do not feel is repulsive Rick' Rose answered him. 'I mean I do not know what is in your head so it is not that easy for me to say what they are. There's a site called literotica and if we go there we can put in our subjects and they produce a selection to choose from'

'I don't wish to be outrageous about this, I want to be open. Reading erotica can be fun. My current favourites are the Victorian erotica written by the British. They way the English is written and the way they describe sex acts brings loads of humour to it and also gets my hands in my knickers Rick, so come on let's do it hey. Have a bit of fun, what do you say?'

'Tell you what Rick, what we could do is just write a few sexy things down on strips of paper and then pull one out and just go for that one. Something like 'busty young lady strips for friend's dad'. That wouldn't be a direct commitment to a particular kink and we could see what is around. That is if you are a bit shy, which is understandable at the start'

Of course Rose had backed down at little from the approach at the start. She recognised that it would be best to get in the way of things before they perhaps went for the more perverse of their fantasies.