"Why don't YOU take the lead?" or "How about YOU being on top this time?"
And it finally did happen, she instigated sex one evening, pushing me down on the bed and she ran the show. She was the director, the actress and the key grip. I was her stiff prop. We both got a huge kick out of it, and I enjoyed letting her be in charge for once, but we knew it couldn't be like that ALL the time. My male ego of course could not consider relinquishing sexual control except on a temporary basis. Penis rules. My penis rules.
My favorite phrase and answer to any question (especially when I was irritated with her) was "Suck my dick." Oh how powerful those words are, and oh... how I enjoyed the appropriate response. God there was nothing finer than her mouth on my dick. I loved it when she would blow me in our car, driving down the highway. Once, with her head bobbing in my lap, we passed a trucker who saw it all. I didn't tell her about it, she would have stopped in complete embarrassment. As it is, she doesn't let me cum in her mouth, so I savor every moment.
If I had MY way (and I don't), her lips would ALWAYS be wrapped around my cock. Watching TV, eating supper, driving to work--suck my dick. I'd go to sleep with her mouth at my crotch, my cock resting snugly in her mouth. But she complies only when she's in the mood, and unless I am mistaken, the last time her moody mouth coincided with my stiff prick was almost a year ago. Yeah, it's been a while. Fortunately the fucking is still enjoyable if not a little on the boring side.
That first night I let her take control, it was more like I handed her the keys to the car and let her drive. It was heaven. She rode me for almost an hour. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride. Shit, women have it made--they just lay back and enjoy being fucked. I LOVE it now when she's on top. I tell her to fuck me, fuck me harder, and she does; bouncing up and down on my lap with reckless abandon, my cock buried deeply inside her. It's almost as if she turns into another person, she gets into the power of being on top. I don't care, just fuck me, I say.
That's how it went for a few months after she finally took control. We had sex more often and she was on top more often. Life was good. I let her be in charge. Then one day, after a very satisfying (for me, anyway!) round of intercourse, she squatted over me and demanded that I lick her to an orgasm. I made a feeble attempt but was kind of turned off knowing I would be licking my own cum. After a pathetic one-minute effort, I had to protest, and that's when she went off on me. She was pissed and let loose some anger and resentment that had been building for, what... years? SHE complained that *I* always had an orgasm, but once I came, that's when sex ended, without any thought or concern for her satisfaction. She then told me that she had purchased a mail-order dildo two years ago just so she could pleasure herself, because I sure as hell wasn't concerned about her pleasure. Ouch!
She brought her face to within inches of my own face, and very softly yet very firmly said that if I wanted to have sex again, with her, I had better damn well get my tongue moving and bring her to an orgasm. I closed my eyes and said "fine" in a most exasperated fashion, and as I consented she returned her wet pussy to my mouth. I did as I was told, knowing full well that she WOULD pull the plug on our new and improved sex life if I didn't.
I can only imagine that she took great pleasure knowing my face was sticky with my own cum, and she ground her crotch against my tongue. The weight of her body made breathing difficult, and I grabbed deep breaths every time she shifted her position. When she finally came herself, her thighs clamped shut around my head and she held tight for almost thirty seconds. She let loose with a quick stream of pee as she came, which surprised the hell out of me though she didn't seem to care. She thanked me afterward, and said my reward would be a blowjob at her convenience, at a time she herself would determine. Cool! I was earning blowjob points! Maybe it was worth it.
She decided that it would be convenient for her to give me a blowjob the very next day at my office, at 12:30 in the afternoon. While I knew she was coming to my office for lunch, I had no clue she would be redeeming my blowjob at the same time. I had to dismiss a client I was speaking to on the phone rather abruptly when she walked in and told me to drop my pants, though I'm sure the person on the other end of the phone didn't hear my wife's command. My expression must have been priceless--I was taken just a wee bit by surprise at her forwardness. I told her that my office was not an appropriate location for sex, that anyone could walk in. She closed the door and locked it, eliminating that as a possibility.
She tapped her foot and said if I wanted my blowjob, I should take it now or my "reward" would be forfeited. It took all of one or two seconds for my brain to process her comment, and before I knew it my hands were unbuckling my belt and my pants slid to the floor. She didn't yet move and instead told me to drop my briefs as well, which I did. (The other times she has gone down on me, SHE would undress me or unzip my fly.)
So there I stood, naked from my waist down, my dick nowhere near erect. (Contrary to popular belief, men don't have an automatic self erection function.) I was not aroused--I mean, how could I be? She sat down in my leather chair and told me to turn and face her, which I did, and she took my soft cock into her mouth, taking it all the way in. OK, at THIS point I think all penises respond, and it began to grow as she sucked it in and out of her mouth with short, quick, methodical strokes. Before I even achieved a full erection, I came, and she let me stay in her mouth as I took in the pleasure of the orgasm. She had never let me cum in her mouth before... wow!
She rolled back in my chair and my cock slid out of her mouth. She pushed me back a bit onto my desk as she got up, and gave me a deep, probing kiss. She swirled her tongue around mine, then broke off the kiss leaving behind what she didn't swallow. And she didn't swallow anything, I might add. I was about to spit my cum out when she quickly put her hand to my mouth, instructing me to swallow, as I always wanted HER to do. "See how you like it," she said vindictively.
"If you swallow," she went on, "then maybe I'll start swallowing yours," she offered. Her hand still pressing against my mouth, I shook my head no. She again told me to swallow, but this time she said it in a tone that meant business, and her expression matched her words. "If you DON'T swallow, dearest husband, you can forget about me EVER sucking your little dick again." I closed my eyes and gulped, not at all enjoying the sensation of my own cum sliding down my throat.
She took a Kleenex and made sure her face was clean, checking her reflection in the mirror on the wall next to my coat rack. She walked to the door as I fought back a gagging cough and she proceeded to undo the lock. I was shocked to see she was about to open the door with my pants still at my ankles and scrambled to pull my pants up and fasten my belt before the door opened. Before leaving my office, she turned back to me and said with a coy little smile, "I hope you enjoyed your lunch!" And off she went.
That was the turning point, I'd guess. From that point on, we had sex only when SHE instigated it, never when I wanted it. It got so that I simply stopped asking. And was I ever on top? Nope. What started out as a novelty turned into the norm. I would lay flat on the bed and she rode me until she was tired of riding me, and we could not have sex without me satisfying her with my tongue. And did she blow me? Ever? No. Sex was now limited to her fucking my cock and my tongue fucking her pussy to an orgasm. She didn't even like me touching her; I used to love grabbing her tits, squeezing and pulling on her nipples, I used to finger fuck her, putting two, three and sometimes four fingers inside her. This was no longer allowed in our new fucked-up sexual relationship. She said I didn't know how to touch her right anyway. She eventually got tired of slapping my hands when I did grab at her boobs, so instead of giving in, she started tying my wrists to the headboard with some of her nylons. It was more of a symbolic gesture; I could have broken free with little effort. I'm sure I could have. But if I did, no sex. She'd throw that threat at me constantly. And since she and only she determined when we had sex now, I had to obey or suffer the consequence.
I did suffer the consequences from time to time, for various real and imagined transgressions. The last time I didn't perform to her expectations, I was punished with a one-month's abstinence. She loved to lay next to me during that month, at times pleasuring herself with a life-like vibrating cock dildo. Fuck, she was cruel. She'd wear her sexy nighties and rub up against me accidentally (or on purpose?) in her sleep.
Last night after she had fallen asleep, I rubbed my cock up against her, kind of dry humping her silky, satiny back, rubbing my cock up and down her ass cheeks, slowly enough I had hoped so as to not awaken her. I got a little bolder, and a little more aggressive in my thrusting, and as I was about to come, she woke up, immediately aware of what I was attempting to do. I tried apologizing, explaining how frustrated I was, how much I wanted to have sex, how much I wanted her to fuck me. I thought I saw a glimmer of compassion in her eyes; it was a glimmer of something, all right. She told me to lie down on my back in the middle of the bed and to grasp the bed posts, which was the routine before we would have sex. I did as I was told, anticipating my long-awaited sexual satisfaction.
She tied the nylons to my wrists, and I felt the nylon tighten against my skin. It was common by then for her to tie my wrists to the bed frame so this only excited me more. It was NOT common, however, for her to tie my ANKLES to the other ends of the bed frame, which is what she did next. Again, I was thinking only of my impending relief, the release of my pent up orgasms which had been denied these last few weeks.
As if to tease me even more, she took out her dildo and slid it deep into her pussy. She straddled my body, a leg on either side of my chest, her eyes locked on mine, her smile now a wicked grin. She worked the dildo back and forth, riding the latex cock just inches above my stomach. Her breath became very ragged as she approached her climax and I began to worry that this was all just a tease, that she had tied me up to provide the ultimate punishment. Lead me on and shut me down. I pleaded with her, I begged her for release, I begged her for sex, I begged her to fuck me! Finally she removed the dildo from her pussy and I closed my eyes and readied for the glorious feeling of my cock buried deep inside her. Instead of her pussy, she went down on me, taking one or two inches of my throbbing cock into her mouth. I bucked up, arching my back as high as I could lift it in an effort to sink more of my cock into her open mouth. And as I did so, the most unwelcome and unpleasant of sensations made me forget my cock--she had plunged her wet dildo into my ass! I yelled out in pain as she shoved the dildo in further.
She again took my cock into her mouth but this time bit down with her teeth, increasing the pressure in her jaws as she pushed the dildo the rest of the way up to my ass cheeks. I was afraid to say a word, the pain in my ass now being supplanted by the sting of her teeth on my cock. I tried to free myself from my bonds but I knew I could not. I was helpless and could do nothing about it. She fucked my ass with her dildo, repeatedly pulling it almost all the way out before plunging it back in. And with every gasp or pained cry from my mouth, she responded by biting down even harder on my cock. She asked if I could be quiet like a good little boy, and I said I would, so she released her toothy grip from my dick, concentrating now on fucking my ass, which she did in earnest for another five minutes, seemingly enjoying this new twist of sexual fate.
She asked if I liked being fucked, to which I responded with an emphatic NO! Evidently that was not the answer she was looking for because she grabbed my balls with her free hand and gave them a good squeeze. She asked me again, if I liked the fucking she was giving me, and again I responded that I did not, although not as emphatically as I did before. She squeezed harder, sending new bolts of pain through my body. She asked one last time, and this time I answered with a very meek yes, that I did enjoy it.
The truth was that I was NOT enjoying it, which of course she knew, but I enjoyed less the prospect of two ruptured balls. She said she knew I would like it, and let go of my balls. I breathed a huge moan of relief as she did. Her thrusting of the dildo, however, continued.
"You wanted sex, you said it yourself," she told me. "You wanted me to fuck you, and that's what I'm doing!"
"No, that's NOT what I meant," I responded with a little too much attitude. She gave the dildo one final and forceful thrust, pushing it in as far as it would go, almost relishing in the torture she was causing me. She got up from the bed and announced she was going to take a shower. She also warned me that I had better clench my ass cheeks, because she expected the dildo to still be buried in my ass when she returned from the shower. And if it was NOT, she announced as she walked into the bathroom, I could expect to fucked by her dildo for a week straight--seven nights of ass-reaming delight. Her rueful laugh was soon replaced by the sound of the shower.
I closed my eyes, wondering how it ever got like this, how the tables had so completely turned. *I* used to be in control, *I* set the rules, *I* made the demands. And now? Well, now, quite obviously, with arms and legs tied to the bedframe, ass filled with dildo, I am the one being controlled.
I tightened my cheeks, and almost immediately, as if in response to the pressure, the dildo started sliding out of my ass....