My Wife, My Slave
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by David Jewell
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Was It the Perfect Marriage or Perfect Trap? Fans of Powerone and Reese Gabriel will love this novel of a husband and wife who found his mastery and her submission added just the right spice to their love life. Cindy and Greg are a happily married couple Cindy is multi-orgasmic and Greg has incredible staying power. But now, Cindy has an urge to try something new, something she is afraid Greg will think is too kinky or weird. She wants him to tie her up and dominate her. But Greg finds taking control of his wife is as much of a turn on for him as it is for her. Eagerly, the two begin to live out their fantasies about bondage and when Greg introduces a hint of SM into the mix, they discover a new dimension of fulfillment and arousal. Finally Greg makes Cindy an offer she can't refuse. He will continue to satisfy her fantasies on one condition: that she becomes his slave 24/7. That's when Cindy learns that living out her fantasy is all that she hoped it would be and more.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: March 2006
82 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [173 KB]
Reading time: 122-171 min.
Cindy anxiously waited for her husband to come home from work. She was hoping he didn't have to stay after his shift at the police department tonight to write reports because she had finally worked up the courage to share with him some of her sexual fantasies. She took a sip of her wine and glanced at the clock. It was eleven twenty. If he had gotten off work on time, he should be arriving soon. She crossed her black hose cover legs, right over left. She moved her hand over her calf. She was pleased with how toned her legs were from her aerobics classes. In fact, she was pleased that her body was firmer now than it had been in high school.
She thought about their first three years of marriage. The sex had been great and her husband, Greg, had incredible staying power. Often times, she would climax twice before he would finally cum. She loved feeling his hot load being released deep inside her after she came. She loved sucking his eight-inch long penis. She loved how it felt sliding over her lips, and how it twitched when she used her tongue on his glans. She recalled how surprised he was, when she wanted him to cum in her mouth for the first time. Even though she was a virgin when they married, she had given a few blowjobs in high school. When her boyfriend Fred came in her mouth the first time she had ever engaged in oral sex, she was hooked on the taste and texture of cum. She never understood why so many of her friends didn't like its taste. To her, it was like a sweet nectar. And with Greg, she had discovered that she loved the taste of his cum mingled with her juices when she went down on him after having sex. That taste was incredible. Of course, Greg didn't mind, especially after she was able to get him hard again and have him cum in her mouth a second time. Yes, sex with her husband was great.
In spite of their great sex life, Cindy had some longings deep inside. She had some sexual fantasies she wanted to explore and experience in real life. She wasn't sure Greg would understand, but the need to experiment was strong. She took another sip of wine to calm her nerves. She heard the garage door open. She knew she wasn't going to turn back from sharing her needs with him this time. She stood on her black paten leather stilettos and adjusted her stockings and dark blue garter belt. She positioned her breasts in the D cups of her blue bra before making a final adjustment to the matching lace panties. After finishing her glass of wine, she took a deep breath and waited for Greg to come into the house. Her heart was beating a little faster as the door opened. "Hi, Hon," she said when he walked into the living room. She watched his eyes.
"Wow! Awesome!" he said as he stopped in his tracks when he saw her. His eyes slowly moved over her body. "You look good enough to eat." He opened his arms as she moved toward him and hugged her tight.
"Maybe later," she said and kissed him. She pressed her body against him. She felt his Sam Browne belt against her abdomen. She smelled the street and his sweat on his uniform.
"Mmm," he moaned as her breasts poked into his chest. His hands squeezed her firm ass. "You feel great."
"So do you," she purred. "Can I get you drink?"
"Yeah. Let me change out of my uniform." He moved his hand over her lace panties.
"Just stay in your uniform for now."
"It was a long, hot day. I need to change."
She looked into his medium blue eyes. "Please, don't take off your uniform, yet."
He looked into pale green eyes, and smiled when he noticed she had even put on some makeup tonight. "Okay. I'll take my Southern Comfort on the rocks and make it a double."
He watched her wiggle her great ass as she walked to the kitchen. He felt his cock stir over how sexy she looked in lingerie. He sat on the sofa. I wonder what's on her mind, he mused. He stretched and waited for his drink. "You look great tonight," he said when Cindy leaned over to serve his drink, giving him a wonderful view of her cleavage.
"Thank you." She sat next to him. She waited for him to take a sip and set his glass down before moving back into his arms. She kissed him deep and brushed her tongue seductively over his cool lips. When she sat back up, she watched as his eyes dropped to her chest. She jutted them out slightly. "I love you."
He looked at her. "I love you, too." He smiled, picked up his glass and took a long drink. "I needed that," he said and took another sip. He reached out and touched the silky stocking that covered the lower half of her thigh.
She took a deep breath. "I need something, too." Her heart was pounding. She hoped he would understand her needs. No, she wanted him to take care of her needs.
"What?" He felt a slight trembling in her thigh. He looked deep into her eyes.
She saw the concern flash across his face. "Everything is okay." She saw the relief in his eyes. "I've been doing some reading and I want to try some new things. I want to try something different, sexually." There she had said it--the door was open.
He gave her a puzzled look. "Like what? I can't think of a position we haven't tried."
"Neither can I." She took a deep breath. "I've been reading about bondage."
His eyes widened slightly. He let out a low laugh. "So, my girl wants to get kinky, huh?"
"Yeah." She tried to read his body language, but couldn't. "I just want to try a few things and see if I--we--like it. It sounds like it could be fun. And it does make me wet when I read about it," she confessed.
"I do like you wet." He smiled, then sipped his drink. "I'm not sure about this bondage stuff."
"I want to do is give it a try. We tried a few other things that didn't work out like we expected. But at least, we tried."
"Yes, we have--and just talking about it makes your nipples hard, too," he said after he cupped one of her breasts.
"It does." She blushed over his discovery. "I really want to try it. Please."
Greg finished his drink. "What did you have in mind?"
Cindy was relieved he'd at least consider it and not just blow off her idea. "I want you to handcuff me to the bed. I'll be your prisoner so you can use me in any way you want." She batted her eyes and jutted out her chest.
He toyed with her hard nipple as he considered his options. "Any way that I want?"
"Are you sure?"
"I guess that's an offer I just can't refuse," he said to her relief and joy.
"I'm glad." Her pussy became wetter.
He removed his handcuffs from the Sam Browne belt and snapped them on her wrists in front of her. He stood and tugged on the cuffs. "Come with me."
Cindy felt a new tingling deep inside her. Her nipples became as hard as the bullets in the 9mm automatic holstered at his side, and they were very visible in her bra. She stood and followed him into the bedroom. Her heart raced in anticipation of living out one of her fantasies.
He pulled the comforter and top sheet off the bed and left them in a heap on the floor. "Get on the bed face up," he instructed her.
Cindy felt excited as she slid across the sheet. She quivered from the coolness caressing her bare back, and the expectation of being handcuffed to the bed--of being his prisoner. Her nipples remained rock hard. She looked at Greg as he evaluated the situation and the opportunity.
"Anything I want?"
"Yes." She watched his gaze moved across her body. She caught a glimmer of the authority he used when he arrested someone in the field. Even though it was disconcerting, she felt excited over being his prisoner.
"Spread you legs."
"Yes," she answered submissively and extended her legs toward the sides of the bed.
He ran his hand over her right leg, slowly moving it toward her pussy. He touched her panties. "Being my prisoner does excite you," he commented when he felt the wet crotch of the panties.
"It does," she admitted and cooed her approval of his soft caress over her sex.