susurrus
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CLOSED FOR AVOADOSAMMICH
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We'd been married a few years when it happened. Our life was pretty conventional, which included sex. I loved my wife, but as virtually every married man can attest, there always seemed to be something more important than sex. Laundry, work, you name it, it almost always seemed like intimacy took a back seat to practically everything else. When Courtney was in the mood, it was fabulous. However, getting her there could be a chore. I know, I know, a woman has a lot of responsibilities beyond the workaday, so she can't be expected to be horny at the drop of a hat. Trouble was, it seemed like she got in the mood just as we were leaving for something, or when I was leaving for work, then when we had the time to take advantage of that earlier arousal, it was gone.
Frustrating.
And my finding the internet didn't help. All it did was illustrate the fun I could be having if only I had an interested partner. Not that I expected too much of the kind of stuff I found available online: Hell, I had a hard time real people did half of what I came upon, and I'm not even talking the stuff that squicked me out when I did stumble across it.
So, I'd resigned myself to maybe once or - if I was really lucky - twice a week, a little me in her mouth, me in her pussy, get me off. Me offer to help her out in some way to cum and more often than not be told, "I'm okay, it was mostly for you." We weren't in our twenties anymore, I got that, but neither were we ancient. I liked making her squeal. I liked the faces and the noises she made when I went down on her or when I hit her clit just right. She told me time and time again she was embarrassed by the smell and taste of her pussy and she couldn't believe I liked getting down there and putting my tongue in and around it. She liked the result, but she never really seemed to buy when I told her "I'm built to enjoy it. Pheromones and stuff. I fucking love it." Hell, she about jumped out of bed the one time I went down on her after I'd shot my load in her. I didn't give a fuck. I just wanted her to feel good.
Anyhow, I was minding my own business, doing something on the computer - not that, though. Us guys do do legit work on our home PCs on occasion.
Courtney came around the corner of the door. She seemed embarrassed about something, or at least unsure of herself. When I noticed her standing there, I looked up from my work and asked, "Need something, honey?"
She didn't answer right away. A blush came to her cheeks and it took a moment for her voice to kick in.
"Can we talk, Adam?"
I pushed back from the desk. "Sure, what about?"
Holding her hand out, she said, "Not here. Come on."
Saving my work, I got up and took her hand.
She led me to the bedroom, where she got on the bed - we were both fully clothed. Granted, it was summer, so we were in shorts, T-shirts and little else, but we weren't naked. Coaxing me to join her, I climbed up and let her snuggle up against me.
This was her discussion. I was going to let her start.
"I know you're not satisfied," she said without preamble.
I began to protest, but she looked up at me and interrupted. "Don't try to deny it. I've been giving it a lot of thought. It's something I've really wanted for a long time, but didn't think I'd ever be able to trust anybody enough to ask for it. You've proven over and over that I can trust you with this.
"I want you to be the boss in the bedroom. I want to submit to you, sexually."
(I know this is a lengthy opening. That, plus I've written a good portion of the wife's part (yes, that's the role I need to have filled). That's mainly to set up the premise. If there's somebody who wants to take a shot at playing a couple exploring a new depth to their relationship, we can start over and let the wife do things at her own pace. Please, if this is something you'd like to try working with me on, PM me and we can discuss how to continue.)
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We'd been married a few years when it happened. Our life was pretty conventional, which included sex. I loved my wife, but as virtually every married man can attest, there always seemed to be something more important than sex. Laundry, work, you name it, it almost always seemed like intimacy took a back seat to practically everything else. When Courtney was in the mood, it was fabulous. However, getting her there could be a chore. I know, I know, a woman has a lot of responsibilities beyond the workaday, so she can't be expected to be horny at the drop of a hat. Trouble was, it seemed like she got in the mood just as we were leaving for something, or when I was leaving for work, then when we had the time to take advantage of that earlier arousal, it was gone.
Frustrating.
And my finding the internet didn't help. All it did was illustrate the fun I could be having if only I had an interested partner. Not that I expected too much of the kind of stuff I found available online: Hell, I had a hard time real people did half of what I came upon, and I'm not even talking the stuff that squicked me out when I did stumble across it.
So, I'd resigned myself to maybe once or - if I was really lucky - twice a week, a little me in her mouth, me in her pussy, get me off. Me offer to help her out in some way to cum and more often than not be told, "I'm okay, it was mostly for you." We weren't in our twenties anymore, I got that, but neither were we ancient. I liked making her squeal. I liked the faces and the noises she made when I went down on her or when I hit her clit just right. She told me time and time again she was embarrassed by the smell and taste of her pussy and she couldn't believe I liked getting down there and putting my tongue in and around it. She liked the result, but she never really seemed to buy when I told her "I'm built to enjoy it. Pheromones and stuff. I fucking love it." Hell, she about jumped out of bed the one time I went down on her after I'd shot my load in her. I didn't give a fuck. I just wanted her to feel good.
Anyhow, I was minding my own business, doing something on the computer - not that, though. Us guys do do legit work on our home PCs on occasion.
Courtney came around the corner of the door. She seemed embarrassed about something, or at least unsure of herself. When I noticed her standing there, I looked up from my work and asked, "Need something, honey?"
She didn't answer right away. A blush came to her cheeks and it took a moment for her voice to kick in.
"Can we talk, Adam?"
I pushed back from the desk. "Sure, what about?"
Holding her hand out, she said, "Not here. Come on."
Saving my work, I got up and took her hand.
She led me to the bedroom, where she got on the bed - we were both fully clothed. Granted, it was summer, so we were in shorts, T-shirts and little else, but we weren't naked. Coaxing me to join her, I climbed up and let her snuggle up against me.
This was her discussion. I was going to let her start.
"I know you're not satisfied," she said without preamble.
I began to protest, but she looked up at me and interrupted. "Don't try to deny it. I've been giving it a lot of thought. It's something I've really wanted for a long time, but didn't think I'd ever be able to trust anybody enough to ask for it. You've proven over and over that I can trust you with this.
"I want you to be the boss in the bedroom. I want to submit to you, sexually."
(I know this is a lengthy opening. That, plus I've written a good portion of the wife's part (yes, that's the role I need to have filled). That's mainly to set up the premise. If there's somebody who wants to take a shot at playing a couple exploring a new depth to their relationship, we can start over and let the wife do things at her own pace. Please, if this is something you'd like to try working with me on, PM me and we can discuss how to continue.)
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