[MF] Getting topped by my normally submissive wife [gentle femdom]

For me, being a dom is a lot of responsibility. Power exchange is a hell of a rush, but it also means that I’m the one looking out for my partner’s pleasure, comfort, and safety. It doesn’t even matter if we do something that isn’t a bdsm scene, even our more vanilla moments (which far outweigh anything more elaborate) see me taking control and focusing on satisfying her needs first. Most of the time, I get far more out of her pleasure and the feeling of power and possession than my own orgasm.

Matter of fact if you read my first story, you’ll know that a lot of the time I don’t even set out to cum. Like I said, power exchange is a hell of a rush.

But everyone has limits, and there will always be a time where I find myself unable to take that responsibility and give so much – and on those rare days I’ve been blessed with a partner that can take care of my needs too.

A few months back was one of those times. Multiple deadlines at work had me writing at all hours of the day and night, and all the ways that I usually blow off steam during the week I had to cancel for various reasons. Food became fuel instead of being enjoyable, my pets were annoying instead of cute. At night I’d read or play video games for an hour or so to get some escapism in before doing it all again. Naturally, all the stress and anxiety was a big boner killer, and I was irritable at best.

One night I woke up at around 5 a.m., kicking off the sheets. My wife, sensing the motion, turned over to me and asked what was wrong. In the way only a man still half asleep can, I told her about my dream – a litany of missed opportunities and regrets from my past. She cradled my head in her arms, and when my breathing started slowing down, she smiled at me and repeated to me in a voice straight out of *Fargo*, “Heck Jay, we’re doin’ pretty good.” I laughed.

The faint light from our bedroom window outlined everything in shades of blues and greys. I let her fingers run through my hair and massage my scalp, staring out the window, coming back to myself. After a little while I felt her hand moving down my torso. It brushed the tip of my hard cock – I was so preoccupied that I hadn’t noticed I had morning wood – and she looked down at me, smiled, and said, “now seems a good time to take care of you.”

Take care of me? Aren’t you – oh. *Oh.*

She lifted herself up, my eyes following her torso to see the outline of her small frame with breasts in relief against the predawn light, perky with nipples erect, my fogged brain briefly wondering – was it from the evening chill or from arousal? All mental jogging to catch up suddenly stopped mattering as she straddled me and brought her head down.

My wife loves going down on me. She doesn’t get to do it often – either I focus on working her into such a frenzy that she forgets and just wants to be fucked, or it’s part of a scene and I’m just using her mouth rather than really letting her work her magic. This time she’s the one on top, literally and metaphorically, and she takes every advantage.

Her mouth gently engulfs the tip and her tongue plays circles on my frenulum, one hand moving rhythmically down the shaft and the other cupping and squeezing my balls. I see her head start to bob, slowly and sensually, making sure she uses her tongue slowly and lovingly. I hear and feel her hum gently with me in her mouth, pushing me to start involuntarily moving with the intense pleasure. She knows she can go for overwhelming sensation without me cumming easily, and pushes me towards unfamiliar, if not unvisited, heights.

Her pale, round, smooth ass fills my vision. The darkness doesn’t let me see what I’d normally be able to spy between the cheeks, but I can feel the warmth and wetness as she rubs herself subtly against my ribcage. I let out a little moan (always a victory for her), thrusting my hips upwards, but she’s anticipated my sudden movement and rises slightly, turning to give me her winning smile. “Getting a little desperate, are we?”

The hands that have been clenching the sheets move to her hips and try to pull her back onto my face, but she gives my hand a light slap. “No. Tonight’s about you. Don’t worry about me.” And she dives back in, warm hands and warm mouth and searing electricity as she licks the precum off, pushes me deep into her throat, making gulping motions as her tongue runs along the base of my crotch.

My hands are running over the smooth skin of her back, caressing her ribs, running my nails gently over her skin, anything to distract from the fact that *holy christ this feels so good it hurts* and I start to push her body further forward, signaling desperate need to fuck her already. But she’s wise to my game, resisting, whipping her hair back at me with a sidelong glance and that grin again, her hands never stopping. “Something you want to ask me?” she says in a sultry voice made slightly hoarse from having my cock down her throat.

I know what she wants from me. “Please fuck me… mistress.”

Her lips part, showing teeth. “You’ve been so good, of course I’ll let you give me your cock…” She turns herself around, wetly tongue kissing me with my own taste on her breath. Her ass moves and slowly, gently backs her pussy onto my still-wet, throbbing shaft. She teases herself on me, enjoying my evident look of desperation. I feel her own juices flowing even though I haven’t even so much as touched a nipple yet. She know’s it’s torture as she’s teasing my tip with her smooth, moist warmth, until finally she reaches down to adjust the angle with her hand and takes me inside her.

Slowly, slowly, she lifts herself. Up and down, she fucks me.

And I let her take her pleasure from me. Normally when we’re in this position, it’s the other way. I’m pushing her up from below, and giving her the bruises on her hips that she loves from above, letting her grind on me screaming and grunting until she collapses with cramps and exhaustion. Today, she’s moaning too, but her moans are slow, controlled, focused. She lets me feel every inch of myself in her. She looks at me through eyes glazed with pleasure but narrowed in concentration, whispers “do you know… how *hard*… you feel?”

I’m lost in that gaze. I whisper back “… hard enough to please you, mistress…”

She shudders, her lust momentarily stoked enough to penetrate the façade, and I feel her cum, rippling around me inside of her. Amazingly, she barely misses a beat, continuing to gently ride my full length while her eyes close and her breathing comes in short gasps. When the sensations clear enough for my wife to reply, she looks down at me again and says “you’ve given me my pleasure, now I want your cum.”

And then, she rides hard.

Her hips lift themselves up and crash into me, faster, grinding herself into me with her slick pussy. Her hands hold mine, guiding me to her breasts, her clit, her mouth, all along her skin, her moans and increasingly ragged breathing telling me just how much she’s enjoying abandoning all pretense and just letting herself go harder and harder. Lost in another orgasm, she once again pulls my hands to her breasts, and I oblige in playing with her nipples as she navigates the shuddering of her body, but then without warning she pushes my hands down. My wife is looking at me intensely. Her hips are still working, but she leans forward towards me, hands supporting her torso on my shoulders, and where my head is I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve done something wrong…

And then it’s like a cloud clears from her face. She looks happy. Satisfied. Relaxed. She speaks in the most nuturing, calm, gentle voice that penetrates directly through whatever crazy stress and anxiety I’ve been feeling for so long and just makes me feel like I’m loved and wanted and valued and cared for.

“It’s okay,” she tells me. “I don’t need more. It’s okay. You can cum. It’s okay.”

And deep down inside I realize that even though she’s been trying to take care of me, and I’ve been slowly letting go, I still haven’t completely opened up. I’ve still been trying to give more, even when I had nothing to give. And in that moment, I finally managed to relax.

A few strokes later and I felt myself release inside of her, my cock pulsing as more than a week’s worth of cum and what felt like several weeks of frustration and anxiety drains itself from me. My wife cums right alongside me as I moan, not caring anymore about hiding my pleasure. She collapses onto me, sweat pooling between us as we gently kiss and hold each other, hastily clean up with a few tissues, and then cuddle until we fall asleep, spooning, in the dawn light.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rblq9h/mf_getting_topped_by_my_normally_submissive_wife