Discovering my wife is a submissive: Part 3, public display [str8] [bdsm]

[note, best read in order, if you’ve not yet read Parts 1 and 2]

Picking up where we last left off, my wife grabbed her bag of clothes and went to put on a pair of pants, as instructed. I waited, impatiently, longer than I would have thought I’d be waiting. Finally, she emerged from the bathroom, and I asked what had taken her so long. “I put on a pair on khakis, but realized I am so wet that I was going to have a huge wet spot very soon. I took them off to put on these jeans and tried to wipe myself to clean up a bit, but even that made things even worse, every time I touched myself to wipe I felt like I might cum.’

‘You’re lucky I didn’t know that and that I hadn’t specified what pants to wear because if I’d thought about it, I’d have made you wear the khakis so that I could see how wet you were. But I’m hungry, so let’s go eat.”

Discovering my wife is a submissive: Part 2, her collar [str8] [bdsm]

So, I reviewed in Part 1 how my wife and I discovered our dom/sub relationship after 12 years of marriage. Fast forward a few years to a weekend getaway we‘d planned for our 15-year anniversary. In those years in between, we’d explored her submission at great length and had come to a level of communication and intimacy in our relationship that can’t be described as anything other than incredible.

For our anniversary, we’d planned a weekend away alone (a much anticipated break from parenting and just being able to enjoy ourselves, alone, as a couple). We‘d made a reservation at a hotel in quaint little town on the water a couple of hours away. A town that is bustling with boater activity and tourists most months, but becomes a quiet little town with a lot of cute shops and nice restaurants in the winter. A perfect retreat for us. And since it was a significant anniversary, we’d splurged and gotten a large suite at a really nice hotel overlooking the water. I had every intention of making this an anniversary and a weekend we would never forget. Little did I know it would turn into a weekend we talk about still, as one of the most memorable and hot experiences either of us could dream of.

Discovering my wife is submissive [str8] [bdsm]

First, a bit of background. My wife and I were happily married for 12 years, without ever truly uncovering our dom/sub relationship. While we had a perfectly fine sex life together, nothing ever really crossed too far into the dom/sub world.

But all of that changed one night a couple of years ago. We had (a very rare) night to ourselves, as both of our young kids were spending the night at my in-laws house. We were enjoying having the house to ourselves and making out on the couch, which soon lead to my wife getting down on her knees and giving me a blowjob. Something about being free, and not needing to worry about kids hearing us or interrupting us, had me particularly turned on, and in the heat of the moment, I roughly grabbed her head and forced myself into her mouth as far as I could push it. I instantly let go, expecting her to get angry and me spending the next hour apologizing. But much to my surprise, when I let go, she let out an audible moan, pushed her mouth down even further onto me, and drool shot out of her mouth, almost like some kind of Pavlovian response. I almost didn’t know what do to with myself when it registered with me that she had instantly been very turned on. And I say almost, because it only took me another few seconds to grab her head again, and even more forcefully push her head onto me. And when she didn’t fight, it was only a matter of time before I was force-fucking her mouth as hard as I could. Occasionally, she would pull her head back to gasp for breath, with thick strands of drool hanging from her mouth, which she made no attempt to wipe away. And I saw in her eyes, a look I’d never seen before and can‘t even begin to describe.