The Bene[F]its to Taking the BDS[M] Test

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.

[M]y Wi[F]e Gives Me a Hand at Halftime

Sundays in my state are for lazing around, having a drink, and watching football. Today was no different. My wife and I started the day on the couch, watching the first football game of the day, and I fully expected to stay there, eating snacks and just having a good time.

Just before halftime of the afternoon games, my mind started to wander a bit. My wife was dressed in sweatpants and a tshirt, no makeup, but looking sexy as hell across the room. I had a blanket over me, which hid my growing erection as I thought of what I wanted to do to her. I touched myself softly, slowly, just for a bit. Finally it was halftime and I took my shot.

“Hey babe?” I said, getting her attention, “I know its random, but I’m super horny right now. Wanna help me out with it?”

She smiled and agreed, walking across the room to lean over me and kiss me deeply. Her lips parted as my tongue darted into her mouth. She slid to the floor as I laid back on the couch and she moved the blanket away, showing the pitched tent of my shorts. She took me out quickly and began stroking me. She’s a master at it, but when she leaned in and kissed the tip, it brought it to an entire other level.

I [M] Always Wanted to Cum in Her Hair

It was 5:00, or just about that time. My wife (short, brown hair, curvy 20-something) was due home at any moment. It had been a bit of a long day for me, not because of stress from work or anything like that, but simply because I had been thinking about her from the moment I woke up. I was going to woo and swoon her all night if I needed to, but I was going to be with her in the most intimate ways possible. I had thought about texting her at work, letting her know how I felt, but it wasn’t necessary.

She walked in the door and I greeted her with a hug, after the dog said hello first of course. We kissed, a deep, meaningful kiss and then started talking about her day. I made sure to leave little touches on her hips, back, and butt, and by the time she was settled in, I imagine she had some idea of what I was thinking. I was sitting on the end of one couch, and she was in the chair to the left. All I said was, “Hey… you wanna have sex?”