My wife, Morgan, and I have started exploring our sexuality in a number of different ways over the last few months. We opened our marriage in March, started having sex almost daily for the first time since we were first having sex, and my wife is exploring more of the kinks that she is interested in for the first time ever. So overall, it’s been a lot of fun. But one thing we have been exploring more is her role as a sub, and how to incorporate that into our lives more. I am not really a natural dom; I like to lead, but I’m not one to order or be rude, so I’ve naturally taken more of a gentle dom type of role in our relationship.
Last week, my wife and I were sitting in bed, just hanging out and not doing anything particularly interesting, when the idea of taking the BDSM test came up. We had taken it a long time ago, but as things had changed quite a bit, it seemed time to do it again. We had fun talking about it, reacting to all the questions, and then comparing our results. I don’t fully remember them, but our top ones were fairly complimentary, with me being more of a dominant and her being submissive, her enjoying the idea of being tied up and be being into that, and a dash of sadist to her masochist.
As we are talking about this, my mind starts wandering and I start getting a bit excited. Wearing only thin shorts, Morgan immediately noticed it. It was cute how she tried to not show that she had seen it, and the way she tried to ignore it and not make a big deal of it. But I had an idea.
She was smiling and trying not to giggle when I suddenly told her, “Look at it.” It was stern and forceful. Her smile dropped immediately as she was told what to do, and she nodded her head and looked. I then told her, “touch it,” and again she nodded like a good girl and reached out to it. She started gentle, running her fingers up and down my cock through the thing fabric of the shorts. “Take it out and stroke it,” I added next. She immediately responded, pulling my waistband down and out of the way, wrapping her fingers around me and stroking me slowly through my clothing. This went on for a few minutes as I warmed up and began to enjoy it, before finally I reached out to her, pulled her closer to me and said, “Suck on it.”
My hand found the back of her head, grabbing a bit of her hair as she slid her lips over me. She started doing what she does very, very well, stroking me in time with her mouth as she bobbed up and down. I let go of her, giving her free reign to the rhythm that worked best for her, instead sliding my hand down her back and to the back of her thighs. I found her panties warm and wet, enticing me to touch her even more. I rubbed her pussy through her panties as she continue to work me, feeling her moans escaping around her lips. Her thong was small and easily pushed aside, her pussy wet and eager as I slid two fingers into her easily, beginning to work them in and out of her, using her for my pleasure in that moment. In the moment, she leaned forward, over my legs, releasing my cock from her mouth, but continuing to stroke me as she laid over me with her head hanging off the bed.
As I continued to finger her, her hand slowed, and eventually stopped on my cock. As soon as she did, I stopped fingering her, instead landing a sharp slap upon her butt, and told her, “I didn’t say stop.” She started stroking me again, and I again went inside of her, increasing the pace of my fingers if she continued to stroke me. And when she stopped again, I didn’t slap her this time. I instead pulled her up, to look up at me, and slide my wet fingers into her mouth. She sucked them off without question, something she has only rarely done in the past, and I rewarded her by kissing her deep to taste her off her own lips.
By now, I was more than ready to use more of her. “Get on all fours,” I said, and once again, like a good girl, she obeyed by moving to the center of the bed. I considered making her hold that position until she started to get tired, but I was too impatient to bring her that moment of pleasure denial. Instead, I once again slid my fingers inside of her, fingering her hard in a way that made her moan louder than before. And only when I knew she was good and ready, I finally moved up to her, pressing my cock against her soft opening and slid all the way inside. But just once.
As I pulled back, all the way out, I kept the head of my cock on her lips. “Tell me what you are,” I said.
She hesitated, but then said, “I’m a slut.” I pushed all the way inside her, slapping our bodies together as she said it, before pulling back out. “I’m a slut,” she said again, and once again I fucked her hard. I told her to keep saying it, and she did, and every time I rewarded her with another thrust of pleasure, until finally I didn’t hold back. I told her if she was going to cum, to tell me before she did. She nodded between moans, and screams, which filled the room and then some as I thrust again and again, grabbing her hips tightly to pull to me with every forward push. Her ass was slowly becoming red from the slaps I was raining upon her, encouraging her and rewarding her with them instead of punishing. A fistful of her hair pulled her head back to look at me, only to find my hand on the back of her head, forcing her face into the mattress as I held her there, towering over as I continued. She came hard, whimpering as I fucked her through it, and then continued on more.
After that, we switched to my favorite position. She lays on her side, her bottom leg straight out, and I straddle it, holding her top leg up to enter her from the side. It feels deeper than doggy to me, and the feeling of her ass, her thigh, or reaching up to her breast as I fuck her is an incredibly empowering feeling. Again I grab her hair, push her around, slap her ass more, and finally I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. It only took a few more thrusts and I was about to cum. The thought of filling her crossed my mind, but I wanted to mark her more than that, so I pulled out, quickly replacing my cock with my fingers. As I entered her, I slid my cock into her mouth, groaning as I came inside of her, then on her cheek and lips. She shook as I did, swallowing all of it as she once again started to whimper and moan on my fingers.
I laid down next to her, tired and spent, but I had to know one thing. “How many times did you cum?” I asked. She admitted it was twice, but she had only told me once. I ordered her to roll over, so I could give her two hard slaps on her ass. The crack of my skin on hers sent a shiver down her spine and left my hand tingling, but she took it well. I pulled her to me then, gently rubbing her body, all the places I had slapped, grabbed, and used, kissing her gently as I whispered into her ear, “You are such a good girl.”
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