After the kids moved out, I discovered my inner dominant voice and it opened up a part of me that I was raised to suppress. I love having my man serve me. No apologies here. I fucking love it. And most importantly he deeply enjoys serving me. I am not a dominatrix but I can and do play that from time to time and our play feeds our love and our intimacy.
With COVID, we’ve not been out to our favorite sushi place in months and as things began to open up again, I decided to make dinner plans at our favorite Sushi place. I texted him to meet me there after work. I have not been out in a while and was feeling excited and wanted to sex things up a bit and I dressed in a beautiful blue dress above the knee, low cut to accentuate my tits, black heels, black stockings, black garter belt and matching black lacy bra and panties. Hair, nails etc. I Uber to the restaurant about 15 min early and go to the bar and order a Martini, extra dirty and chat with the bartender for a bit and by chance another man started chatting me up. Normally I’d just shut it down but right then and there, I get this idea for play. I quickly text my husband to meet me at the bar but sit away from me. I told him to find some place at the bar close to me but act like you don’t know me.
He comes in, sport coat and slacks, no tie and sits just down a few bar stools from me where he can see me directly and hear everything. He’s staring at me in my blue dress and I turn to him and give him a bit of a wink and smile. I begin to flirtatiously talk and laugh with the man at the bar. He’s attentive, polite and finally asked if he can buy me a drink. I’m so excited and my heart is racing. My husband is watching this, can hear everything and I glance over at my husband for any signs of approval and he’s just staring at me in complete awe. I take this as an all clear. Now generally two Martinis and I’m done, but knowing another man is going to buy me a drink is too much fun and the look on my husbands face was worth it all. I tell him that I am waiting for someone and he say, no problem and that he’d still like to buy me a drink. I accept.
All the while, my husband is watching this and I can tell it’s turning him on. It’s too crowded to flash him my tits but I do manage to angle my breasts and lean forward so he can see the top of my bra and my cleavage. The flirting is light and classy and the guy at the bar does finally ask about my wedding ring. “I’m married and waiting for my husband” I say. He says, “He’s a lucky man.” And I say, “You have no idea.” and I look over at my husband and he’s completely transfixed. He’s just totally staring at me. The truth is at this point, I’m simply on fire and really feeling sexy and horny and desired. I’m drunk on adrenaline and vodka.
I manage to give my man a get the table look. As he stands up to get a table, I can tell he has to adjust his pats and due to the hard on he has. I give him about 2 minutes and then I get up, thank the gentleman for the drink and I get a gentle hand shake and I strut across the room to the booth across the restaurant. I just felt so alive and so sexy. I greet my rock-hard husband with a gentle kiss and allow my breasts to settle just inches from his face. As I sit, I am sure to allow my dress to rise up my leg to give him a glimpse of the top of my stockings where my garter belt clasps attach. You know that photo, that iconic feminine image. We’ve seen it in plenty of movies and magazines. I love creating these moments for us both. Anyway, for the next 40 or so minutes, I continue to play with him. I have him tell me exactly what he was feeling and what turned him on while at the bar. We were so engaged in conversation that I don’t even remember ordering. We were laughing, smiling, and we were truly like a King and Queen that night at the restaurant.
When we got in the car to drive home, I pulled up my dress so he could see me slowly take off my panties. I put them in his jacket pocket and leaned over and whispered in his ear that I was wet and that I had a job for him when we get home. He started the car and I lifted my dress up so he could see my pussy. I put a finder in my mouth to wet it and then started playing with my pussy. He could barely drive. I took my finger and put it in his mouth and said, “Do you like this?” “Do you like how my pussy tastes?” “God yes!” he said. Then get me home.
When we got home he was so excited and so was I. I told him to make two drinks and to meet me in the living room. I came in and he handed me my drink, I took a sip and told him to get on his knees. I pulled my dress up, standing in my heels, and told him to lick my pussy. He crawled over on his knees and grabbed my ass with both hands and put his head in my crotch and started licking my pussy. It was beautiful. Intimate. Dominant. And I love that feeling. He needed to lick that pussy and I needed it licked. He was serving his Queen and he was full of joy serving me.
After a few minutes, I had to pull away as I was losing my balance. I could barely stand. I told him to stay on his knees. I walked over and sat on this leather ottoman with my pussy at the edge, dress pulled up and legs spread. I had him crawl over on his hands and knees and told him to continue working on my pussy. It was glorious. I finally came and it was a very satisfying orgasm so much so that I had to relax for a while, a few moments. He was so fucking hard and so fucking horny and he was so patient. Still kneeling I told him to take his cock out. He stood up, unzipped his pants and I told him to start stroking his cock. Reluctantly he did. I could see how badly he wanted to put it in my pussy but I told him to look me in the eyes and keep stroking and ask for permission to come. I was now still sitting on this ottoman and I was propped up on my elbows and I pulled out my tits and said, “Do you like these?” As he looked at them, I said, don’t look at them, look at me and keep stroking. He was shaking and again with that breathy, panting, whispering voice asked if he could come and I said no! He stopped stroking his cock.
I stood up, tits out, and walked behind him and took his cock into my hand and started slowly stroking it from behind. I’m half his size and there I am with his cock in my hand. For me, this is powerful and sexy and he’s surrendered to his Queen. I am now completely in charge of his orgasm, his pleasure. He’s mine and it’s so fucking vulnerable and intimate and sexy. I love this almost as much as I love getting my pussy worshipped by him. I say he can come! It took about 8 to 10 more strokes…. and if you can imagine me, ½ his size, standing behind him with my right hand reaching around his waist, stroking his cock and my other hand is gently but forcefully pulling on his hair like a horse main. His body stiffens, he starts panting, moaning and I can feel his power, his muscles are tense and he’s standing bucking, shaking. He lets out this deep moan and he starts coming and shooting. He all over the leather ottoman and I keep pumping his cock and it’s erotic, sexy, and dirty as hell. He can barely stand and is out of breath and there is cum all over my hand and all over the ottoman. He’s still in his sport coat and slacks. I tell him to clean up and I slap him on the ass and tell him to bring my drink to the bedroom.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jdutyp/myf_dinner_with_my_husbandm