Sadie and I have been together since we were teenagers – twenty-two years; married for nineteen. With a single exception our relationship has been incredible, not perfect of course – none are – but undeniably incredible. The idiom “I married my best friend” gets bandied about ad nauseam, but saying “I married the one who had all the pieces I was missing to truly make myself whole” is a far more apt description of what Sadie and I have. Of course we’ve had our ups and downs, as all do while riding this roller coaster that is life, but our love – and the dedication we shared to exist within one another – has never faltered… except with regards to our sex life.
Sadie’s hormones did not take kindly nor adjust properly to the pregnancy and birth of our second child; thus beginning an extremely difficult and taxing period which, unfortunately, took us many years to understand and resolve. To really appreciate where we are, it’s important to understand where we’ve been.
From my perspective, Sadie’s sex drive had completely disappeared, and although I desperately and hungrily desired her, I also felt exceedingly guilty and frustrated to be consistently rebuffed. During the deepest of our difficulties, I felt that I was essentially just a roommate; living with a great friend with whom I was raising children. When sex did happen – sometimes once a month, sometimes less – it was vanilla missionary or doggy; minimal foreplay, zero exciting twists, and certainly no oral sex.
Yet as plain as it was, it never failed to be amazing for both of us. I’ve always been an attentive lover, and never stopped making sure she got off at least once anytime we made love – no matter how undesired and unappreciated I felt. Still, the fact that she enjoyed it so much in the moment, yet never truly **desired** that moment, only exacerbated my frustration and disconnect from my loving wife.
At the same time, she felt disconnected from me as well. From her perspective, any and all of my physical affection and attention was nothing more than an attempted inroad to the bedroom… and it was exhausting. Why would she want to have sex with someone who couldn’t even care enough about her to listen and converse with her without lacing the conversation with sexual innuendo and suggestion, or who couldn’t snuggle on the couch, kiss her, or hold her hand without immediately making the situation sexual?
We had found ourselves locked in a self-fueling downward spiral. She had no interest in sex because she did not feel connected to me outside the bedroom, and I did not make any effort to be connected outside the bedroom because she had no interest in sex. Eventually – and admittedly far later than we should have – through sometimes difficult, but always open and honest conversations, trust, and each of us dedicating ourselves to getting out of our own heads by listening and not assuming, we succeeded in reversing that spiral.
But this isn’t the story of how things got back to “**good**”, this is the story of how my desire for reconnection, and the rebirth of her sexual appetite, fed each other until that rekindled spark ignited into a raging inferno beyond anything either of us could have imagined.
We were both riding the high of our newly rediscovered sex life. What was once maybe a “once a month” thing had now become a “several times a week” thing. Our desire for each other was running fast and deep and beginning to overflow into unexplored territory.
I was at work one afternoon when I received a text message from Sadie. I opened it to find a short video clip of her fingers working into her unmistakably wet pussy and rubbing small circles on her clit – she had sent me a video of her getting herself off. For a woman who had maybe sent two or three topless pictures to me in twenty-two years this was an enormous leap, and a very welcome one. She was still wet that evening when I walked in the door to find her waiting to usher me into our bedroom where I undressed her, used my equally skilled fingers to rub her to orgasm, then laid her onto the bed where I fucked her until she came again, and I inside her.
As we lay in the bed, her head on my shoulder and her magnificent tits tantalizingly close to my reawakening cock, we began to talk of exploration, for while our sex life had renewed vigor in frequency, it was still – for the most part – relatively vanilla.
Now Sadie is a strong, independent woman; the strongest person I’ve ever known if I’m being honest. No one had ever “worn the pants” in our relationship (to use an outdated and misogynistic phrase) we were always equals – always a team – so it was quite surprising when she told me that she had always needed to be strong, always needed to be in charge, but she felt safe and connected enough to me that she didn’t want to do that in the bedroom anymore. She wanted to submit to me completely.
It was exhilarating… and terrifying. Outside of the bedroom I’m not what you’d imagine when you think of being “dominant”. I’m a writer, poet, D&D nerd, loving husband, devoted father, people pleaser, and generally a chill fellow who is more than content letting others flex by being “in charge”, but as far out of my comfort zone as it was, I did not hesitate.
I grabbed Sadie’s hips and flipped her onto her back. Pulling her arms up above her head and using my hands to pin down her wrists, I kissed my wife passionately – aggressively. Lips, tongue, neck, ears – kissing and softly biting each until I pulled away to look at her eyes. They were hungry, passionate, wanting.
Held down and at my mercy, with my hands around her wrists, her breath quickening, she pleaded in a whisper, “please”. Slowly, I lowered my head back down to her ear and whispered in return, “that’s a good girl”. She moaned as if the words themself were enough to drive her to orgasm, and the wetness of her soft pussy was so complete it clung to her thighs and pulled away in satin like strings as I spread her legs to fuck her again.
And with those two simple words, “good girl”, the floodgates opened – literally and figuratively – but not in my wildest dreams could I imagine where the deluge would take us…
The next morning, after the hustle and bustle of real life had settled and the kids were off at school, Sadie and I sat on the couch, snuggled closely under a blanket, my hands running through her hair like I used to do when we were younger – something I had forgotten how much she adored until this journey of reconnection began – and we talked.
We talked about the previous evening, exploration, adventure. We talked about submission, and how hot it made her to be restrained, but mostly we talked about how her body absolutely gave in when I whispered those words into her ear.
“good girl”
Even then, in the midst of a deep conversation which until that point had been primarily analytical, her eyes betrayed how completely that phrase, from my lips, had control of her.
I reached my hand to cup her chin and pulled her into a kiss, while under the blanket I could feel her hand desperately slipping beneath the waistband of her pants, hungering to explore the warmth and wetness of her pussy. As our tongues began to softly tease one another, I reached beneath the blanket myself and grasped her wrist. Her head fell away from my kiss and she moaned as I pulled her hand away from her pulsing clit.
Smiling, I reminded her that good girls do as they’re told and guided her wet fingers first to her lips, then to mine. As we resumed our kiss, the taste of her fresh on both our lips, I guided her hand – clasped firmly in mine – underneath the blanket again. When I released it she swiftly plunged back into fingering herself while I grabbed her pants and panties, pulling them forcefully down to her mid-thigh before slowly tracing my fingers back up those thighs to join her.
Together, we let our fingers explore as her moans increased in volume and the slickness between her legs grew in intensity. Pulling away from our kiss to watch her ecstasy, I waited until her eyes began to flutter closed and the bottom lip of her open mouth began to quiver. Only then did I tell her, “be a good girl and cum for me… now”. She could barely squeak out, “Yes… sir” before pleasure robbed her of her voice and the shockwave of orgasm took control of her body from head to toe.
When the pleasure had run its course, and smiling she opened her eyes, her gaze met mine. “You’re not done” I reminded her as my hands grasped her hips to flip her on top of me. “Yes, sir” she said, grasping her shirt and slowly pulling it over her head allowing her perfect tits to fall free. Quickly, I sat up just enough to grab her shirt before she could pull her arms free, entangling them in the fabric as I closed my fist around it and pulled her toward me to take her tits into my mouth.
Not a moan, but a whimper was all she could manage as I pulled her close and traced her areolas with my tongue. First one, then the other. Helpless, she closed her eyes as I reached my free hand up to pull slightly on her hardening nipples before sucking each one into my mouth and biting ever so slightly as I pulled away. Her whimpers grew softer as my play got rougher, until the only sounds that reached my ears were the faint whispered echoes of “yes, yes, yes”.
Satisfied, I let her shirt fall from my grasp and her nipples pull free from my mouth. With both hands free, I cupped them on either side of Sadie’s face and drew her into a deep kiss before pulling away to whisper, “show sir how good a girl you really are”. Standing just long enough to shake off the final vestiges of clothing she was wearing, Sadie, in turn, hurriedly stripped me of mine, hands cascading down my torso as she straddled me and guided my throbbing cock into her desperate pussy.
The warmth and wetness of her pussy ran unbridled down the shaft of my cock and spread across my balls in ripples as she rode me, first slowly then faster. I lasted through the quivering tightness of her first orgasm by reaching out and taking her nipples into my hands. Pulling, twisting, and focusing on teasing them as she came, but when she reached climax the second time and her head dropped down toward me, mouth open, eyes closed and the tensing of her pussy gripped my cock, my hands instead found her hips and I pulled myself further inside of her as I came, filling her already wet pussy with pulse after pulse of my own cum.
Slumping down on top of me, exhausted, she looked into my eyes as we snuggled closely and I pulled the blanket back up around us. “I think I have a praise kink” she said, laughing. I reached my hand up to once again stroke her hair as we talked about subs and doms, and most interestingly to me, praise kinks.
What I found so interesting about this, apart from how insanely horny “praise” made my beautiful wife, is that within it I saw an opportunity to return to her something she had somewhat lost over the years – confidence in her body. Unfortunately, particularly since having our children, Sadie had struggled with body image issues and being confident in her physical beauty; “Of course you think I’m hot” she would often say after I would compliment her or tell her how sexy she was. The rebirth of our sex life had given her some of that confidence back, she no longer insisted on the lights being off when we fucked, and after over two decades she was actually warming up to sending me spicy pictures and videos… and that was the opportunity I aimed to capitalize on.
Looking back, the difference is truly incredible; before we fixed our hang ups and ironed out our communication the idea of asking her to send me a nude was a proposition I would have approached with the care and planning of the most intricate heist film you’ve ever seen, but where we were now – the level we had worked so hard to build our relationship up to – was different. I never even thought twice.
“If praise gets you so hot,” I asked, “have you ever thought about posting some nudes online? Show you once and for all that I’m not the only one who thinks you’re hot?”
She smiled, “Maybe, but if the comments came back bad I would be crushed.” She kissed me on the cheek as she got up to get dressed. I watched her cover her beautiful body back up and smiled. After Sadie was dressed, she turned away, heading to the kitchen, but she paused a moment, her back to me, before turning around with a smirk and sitting back down on the edge of the couch.
“But I guess if it would get you hot, then you could post some pictures of me, just don’t tell me if the comments are bad.” She kissed me again. “What do you think?”
I smiled. “I might one day,” I said. “When it feels right.”
She smiled back, a hint of embarrassment on her cheeks, “Oh yeah? Where?” she asked.
I paused. “Well… I do spend a lot of time on reddit…”
As it turns out, the budding return of my lovely wife’s body confidence made it “feel right” sooner than I ever would have expected. I work long, boring twelve hour shifts in a little office by myself – plenty of time and opportunity for the mind to meander – and the next day my mind was thoroughly meandering over every inch of Sadie’s body. The passion with which she was embracing her renewed sexual empowerment was intoxicating and I wanted – no, I needed her to have more.
Given convention, one would assume that what followed was a raging internal debate within my own mind about the consequences, emotions, and complex dynamics of posting pictures of my wife’s nude body – which until very recently she had been hesitant to even show me – for public consumption.
Convention would be mistaken.
It truly “felt right” as I dug into my phone to find a picture of her in the shower, rivulets of soapy water running down her curves and accentuating the fullness of her breasts. I took just a moment to enjoy my wife’s soapy body and smiled to myself. A few minutes of creating a throwaway reddit account later, and those curves and fantastic tits were now available for everyone to enjoy.
The notifications came like the first drops of rain before a thunderstorm. Slowly at first. Rhythmic. Then faster. As the post gained popularity and the dribbling rain broke into a thunderous torrent of upvotes, comments, and chat requests, my heartbeat quickened as if marching in lockstep with the pings of each new affirmation for Sadie. The workday slowed to a crawl as the anticipation of telling my wife of nearly twenty years how desperately hundreds of internet strangers wanted to worship her body – before doing any number of other things to it – swelled inside me to the point of bursting.
Driving home I readied myself for the evening. As parents, our first priority is always our family; telling my wife that several thousand people had seen her nude – and several hundred had made it explicitly clear they wanted to fuck her brains out – would have to wait just a little bit longer. The night played out like so many before and so many since; family dinner, chatting, playing with the kids, getting them to bed, but there was a unique and unmistakable electricity in the air – and I knew she could feel it. Our kisses lingered longer, our gazes delved deeper, our touches ventured further, and once the kids were tucked into their beds for the evening, we sat together on the couch, her head on my shoulder and my hand softly stroking her gorgeous salt-and-pepper hair.
“So,” I began coyly, “what would be your gut reaction if I told you that I did, in fact, post a nude picture of you on reddit?”
She jolted up to a sitting position and turned to me. “Did you?’ she asked, her freckled upper cheeks beginning to flush red.
“I don’t know,” I smiled, “why don’t you tell me what your reaction would be and we’ll go from there.”
Her soft, rose colored lips curled upward at the edges in a slightly embarrassed smirk as she gave the question a few seconds of thought before saying, “I think it would be exciting? As long as you looked through it first to make sure there were no shitty comments.”
Her eyes widened and the redness of her cheeks intensified as I pulled my phone from my pocket. I chuckled a bit as I handed it to her. “There are some very interesting comments – but believe me, love, no shitty ones.”
Her hands trembled ever so slightly as she took my phone, reddit app open, and sunk back into the comfort and security of my embrace. Together we began to read all the comments her post had earned. As we started, I could feel the fluttering of her heart and the quickening of its beat and the heat from the flushness of her face was radiant against my cheek. After a few minutes, she began to fidget slightly as I held her, shifting her body against mine and readjusting her hips and legs. She continued reading, but my eyes wandered away from the phone – down her arms, the curve of her breast, her stomach, searching for what I knew I would find.
Her arousal was so complete from the praise and hungry desire of hundreds of anonymous redditors that the wetness of her pussy had soaked completely through her panties and thin pajama bottoms. Always the considerate husband, and figuring wet pants and panties were not comfortable reading apparel, I reached my hands beneath her waistband and slowly slid them down her thighs, her calves, and as they slid to the floor she moaned a soft “yes” while my hands began to softly work their way back up.
She turned to kiss me. I took her lips softly, deeply, then pulled back just far enough to whisper “keep reading”. Her eyes fluttered closed for the slightest moment before she said, “Yes, sir” and began to read the comments again. As she did, my fingers slid across the juices now covering her upper thighs and plunged themselves into their work. While my fingers caressed her dripping wet lips, before slipping in and out of her as they curled themselves up to fill her and tease her, she read. I leaned in close to her ear, kissing it softly and letting my tongue trace a trail down her neck before I whispered to her again, “Out loud.”
And as my wife read aloud all the perverse thoughts her nude body fueled, and all the primal things the thinkers of those perverse thoughts wanted to do to that body, I allowed my fingers to find their way to Sadie’s clit. Gentle circles at first, then firmer as she continued to read. Her voice was nearly a whisper now as she read to her husband a comment from a man she had never met who wanted to pull her soapy body from the shower, bend her over the bathroom sink and fuck her until she was filled with his cum. Her eyes yearned to close and her voice was nearly gone, but still she read as my fingers flicked faster and her hips began to move in rhythm with her pleasure. One more comment was all she could manage before her eyes closed, her reading became nothing but the repeated moaning “oh, god, yes”, and the phone fell from her hand as the intensity of her orgasm captured every part of her.
I held her. Pulled her close and stroked her hair while she recovered. After a few minutes I reached down and retrieved my phone from the floor. “You haven’t even gotten to the best part, love.” I said with a smile.
Opening up the chat requests, I handed the phone back to my wife. Flushed again she turned, “Chat? Really?”
“Of course, love.” I responded. “What could be hotter than real-time praise?”
We smiled at each other and laughed… then began to sort through all the men who wanted so desperately to sext my wife. Some requests made us laugh, some made us cringe, but a select few seemed promising. “Go ahead” I reassured her as she typed a response to some random redditor who we both knew just wanted her to help him get off. I slid myself to the other side of the couch as she chatted so I could bask in her confidence and enjoy the full breadth of her sexual empowerment. Who would have imagined feeling such contentment watching your wife in a sexually charged chat with another man?
She was smiling, laughing, absolutely glowing. But, as content as I was in that moment, I’m also an early riser and my bedtime was far too long past. Just as I kissed her goodnight and began to head to bed, she stopped me. “He wants another picture… in the chat” she said, half aroused, half embarrassed. I took her by the hand, kissed her again, looked into her eyes and said,
“Then be a good girl and give the man what he wants.”
As I headed downstairs to bed I looked back just as she was beginning to pull off her shirt.
Like I mentioned, I’m an early riser. Up at 4 am every day. Sadie on the other hand is a bit of a night owl and certainly not a morning person. So you can imagine my surprise when I awoke the next day to find Sadie already up and in the kitchen getting me something ready to take to work for lunch.
“What are you doing up so early?” I asked her as leaned in for a kiss. She draped her arms around my neck and kissed me back – before turning just a bit to hide the enormous grin that had crept across her face.
“I may have never actually went to sleep” she said through lips tight with joy and cheeks blushing red.
My wife of nineteen years, the mother of my children, a woman who not so long ago had not even wanted to sext with her husband, had stayed up the entire night sexting in reddit chat – and I couldn’t have been happier or more proud of her. I had about an hour before work so we sat and talked about her experiences, reread the chats together – less the ones where she did all the work getting these dudes off just for them to go silent after they came – but concentrating on the good ones, the redditors who gave her the respect and attention she deserved and made sure she got off as well.
It was a fruitful, honest, open talk. Communication is so essential in a relationship, and we were firing on all cylinders. Of course, the comfort and trust level to which we had gotten in our relationship and communication, and our renewed and quickly intensifying lust for one another meant that our “fruitful, honest, open talk” ended with her naked on the kitchen table as I fucked two orgasms out of her and then came deep in her pussy – but it was a fulfilling end to such a deeply connected and emotional talk. Content, happy, and very curious to continue to explore the path down which we had started, I began packing up to head out for work. When I was nearly finished, she grabbed my hand, handed me my phone and kissed me.
“I think maybe I’ll make my own reddit account?” she said with half playful timidness and half seeking of genuine approval.
I smiled. “I really think you should. You wouldn’t want to leave your new admirers wanting”. I laughed as we pressed our bodies close together, wrapped our arms around each other in an embrace, and allowed ourselves to be enveloped in the safety and security we had worked so hard to build. As I pulled away and headed out the door she asked “What should I post?”
A mischievous grin danced to the corners of my mouth. “Probably your tits.”
She laughed. “Obviously. By the way, you’re off this weekend, so I just thought I’d tell you that I’ve already arranged for the kids to go to friends houses Saturday and Sunday night. A whole weekend, just us.”
It had probably been damn near a decade since the two of us had an entire weekend to ourselves. My heart leapt into my throat and my imagination began to run wild with possibilities, but I just gave her a wink and a smile.
“Good… I’ll need a whole weekend to do all the things I want to do to you. That’s what a good girl deserves, after all.”
As I drove to work my imagination went into overdrive… but my imagination couldn’t scratch the surface of the reality, or the pleasure, that weekend would hold.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11a2et9/m41f39_how_my_wife_transformed_from_a_low_libido
!subscribeme Wow, that was good!
Really great story. Looking forward to part 2.
!subscribeme what a lovely, and relatable, story (((: