O[f]fering Myself to my Husband [F/M]

This story is barely worthy of inclusion among the sexual adventures that typically get shared on this page, but it matters to me and I imagine there are plenty of people in the same sort of situation who might resonate with it.

What sort of situation is that?

A complacent marriage.

It’s not in decline, but it’s not ascending to new heights either. He’s not a bad husband, but he is too exhausted by work to be an especially attentive one. I am not a hopeless wife, but I get so little time with him that it is hard to build up the sort of connection that allows one be vulnerable. So instead we are partners, who keep a house and a family running pretty well and who try not to think too much about the existential questions about passion and purpose. We have sex still, but it is perfunctory and predictable.
I don’t know when things changed for me. It might have been when I realised I had not orgasmed with my husband in over a year. It might have just been a threshold of boredom was breached and this suburban housewife started to use lust as an outlet. Regardless, sometime this spring I found myself masturbating more, becoming interested in porn, and then in time fantasising about my yoga teacher.

This was all too much for this straight-laced heterosexual soon-to-be soccer mom (the kid isn’t quite old enough to dream of being the next Messi just yet). It would be way too much for my very sincere, quite religious husband to cope with. If increased libido was my body’s way of relieving stress, my body was an idiot because the way it was going about getting its kicks was deeply stressful. I found refuge in the oddest of sources: here, at Reddit, or more specifically, over at /r/dirtypenpals. I struck up a few conversations that allowed me to explore these new desires in a way that didn’t threaten my marriage or disturb my husband. I developed a little ritual. In the mornings, after he went off to work and the kid was off at nursery, I would have some me-time. This was often shared, virtually, with my friends here, who were in a similar boat. My toys got more of a workout than ever before and indeed, I even bought an entirely new one too.

But I still wanted more. I know, I know, I am too greedy. Saturday rolled around and the husband had to go out to a stag party. It wasn’t going to be a riotous affair because it was one of his friends from church. But I did get a text at 9.30pm to say that he was having a good time and he would be staying out for a few hours at the pub and then would get a taxi home. My child was fast asleep at this point and I was in my pyjamas, like the boring person that I was, and eager to get stuck into a new book (The Girls by Emma Cline). Instead, I opened my laptop and started clicking on the RANDNSFW button on Reddit. I discovered some new pages I never knew about before (I’m looking at you /r/gettingherselfoff/) and I enjoyed myself. Profoundly.

Then I had an idea.

Glowing with post-orgasmic zen, I stripped out of my comfortable pjs and put on a beautiful pair of [lime green panties](http://www.bouxavenue.com/lia-lacey-thong-citrus/103116-60ci) and one of his office shirts, a blue and white pinstripe number, the like of which you have seen on a thousand commuting men on the train to work. I made myself a rather large gin and tonic and then relocated myself and my laptop to the living room, where I could easily see and hear his taxi approach when he got home. As luck would have it, one of my Reddit pals was online and she stoked up the fires of passion further by imagining my husband’s reaction when, and I quote, “he comes in the door and sees me there, kneeling between your legs, your hand on the back of my head. I’d part your lips with my tongue, and suck on each, sliding my tongue along it as I do. I’d want to taste every inch of you before he gets home.” Sadly, that friend wasn’t literally on hand but my hands were and I was thoroughly soaked within the hour. With the help of another generous G&T, I was also thoroughly sozzled. He texted to say he was on his way home, and I deviously decided not to answer, so he would assume I was asleep.

I was not asleep. As he came in the front door, he heard me immediately. He might even have smelled me, my aroma seemed to me to fill the entire room. If I hadn’t been moaning so enthusiastically, he would have heard the wetness of my pussy as my fingers fondled myself. In years of marriage, he has never had the joy of walking in on his wife pleasuring herself. He was just drunk enough to slow any hesitancy he might have had were his inhibitions at their normal level. I caught his eyes and held his stare. “I need you to make me cum.” He obeyed my command, another first in our marriage. As he walked across the room, I took my fingers out from within my lips and held them out, glossy and covered in my juices, so he could taste. “Make me cum. Now.” He did not need any more direction. He kneeled before me and began to lick, tentatively at first but as he realised how ready I was, this changed. He lapped like a cat at milk. My drenched knickers were pressed to one side as I held his head in place with my hands, leading him where to tilt and how to adjust as I slouched down the sofa to allow him more ready access to my clit. All the time I urged him on, speaking more words during sex than I ever had before. “You love the taste of me, don’t you?” His tongue found a rhythm against the underside of my clit and I came hard, roaring out the word “FUUUUUUUCK” as I did, while firmly holding his face in place.

He looked up at me, eager for a reward because whoop-de-doo, he made me cum for the first time in almost 2 years, but I was not finished with him yet. His chin was covered in my juice. It felt like I had marked him as mine and I loved to see how subservient he suddenly was. “Take off my knickers.” He responded immediately. “Now stand up and strip for me.” Smiling I added, “Show your wife what she wants to see.” He did so without pause and I was indeed glad to see it. He was hard and beautiful. I don’t think I ever wanted him as much. Then I said something I could never have said if I wasn’t on the come-down after my third orgasm and my second G&T. “Open the curtains.” I expected him to protest. I expected I would have to tease and tantalise to get my way. I feared I wouldn’t at all. But instead, he did just as I asked. Naked, he opened the curtains wide so that any pedestrian or driver who happened to walk by and look down our driveway would see straight into our living room and be able to ogle our bare skin.

The window is the centre-piece of our living room. It is a large landscape sheet of glass, almost filling in for the entire wall. I kneeled down on all fours, looking straight out on to the world outside and told my husband to fuck me.

Even though I was so wet, there was some sensitivity as he entered me, probably from all the exercise I had administered myself earlier in the evening. He filled me up though and I soon was moaning again as he fucked me hard, in fully, out fully, at a steady but building pace. I didn’t need him to last long and didn’t even really want it. The thrill of potentially being seen was much greater, after all, than the complex emotions of actually being seen. I turned my head around to urge him on. A stream of profanity like he had never heard from my mouth flew out as I encouraged him to use me and break me and fuck me, to make me remember that I am his and that no one else could ever satisfy me. I felt so slutty and simultaneously so wifely. It was phenomenally powerful. I didn’t cum, but he did. He even called me his wicked little slut before he did (although he apologised for this quickly afterwards!!!).

We slept well that night. And while we haven’t spoken about it since (he has been at work most of the week, naturally), I am confident that this simple act of offering myself to my husband might make a big difference to our marriage. And weirdly, that in part is inspired by the random collection of weirdos that make up Reddit. So, in summation: thank you!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4qm2ld/offering_myself_to_my_husband_fm