The first few years of marriage, my wife and I had a pretty good sex life. Then came kids and life and things went downhill. Just to be clear, we both still loved each other, and when we had the time and energy, were best of friends, but sex was almost non-existent. It was evidenced by the small things like the fact that she stopped trying to wear anything that I found sexy. Every time I tried to plan or have time for us together, it was rebuffed. It was getting to the point where I was pulling away emotionally, due to frustration, which in turn made her pull away even more physically. We were headed down a vicious spiral.
Halfway through our tenth year of marriage, I decided that a change was needed. We couldn't go on this way. I was folding laundry one Saturday when I realized that every pair of her underwear that I was folding was granny panties. It made me depressed, thinking about the times when she wore lace and thongs daily because she knew that I liked it, and sent me pictures every morning of what she had put on. I knew that her drawer full of fun panties had basically sat untouched in at least a year. I looked down at the pile of full coverage, unappealing, black cotton and had an idea. I finished folding the laundry and took our clothing to our room. I put away almost everything, leaving out only her underwear. I pulled everything out of her underwear drawer and started sorting through them. I made two piles, one I wanted to see her in and one I didn't. The first consisted of the lace, the sheer, and the thongs, with the other pile getting everything else. The first pile went back into the drawer while the second got put in a bag and hid away.
The next morning, I made a point of being in the room when she got out of the shower. I watched as, still wrapped in a towel, she searched through her panty drawer, looking for something to wear.
"I thought that I just did laundry," she mumbled, finally pulling something out.
"What was that?" I asked, not having heard her clearly.
"Oh, nothing," she replied, finally taking off her towel.
I got a nice view of her breasts, which even after kids, were still nice and full, though they had more sway now than when we got married. I watched as she pulled up the dark blue lace panties and smiled at the way they contrasted her pale skin.
"Looking good, love," I said, clearly happy with what I was seeing.
"Thanks. I just don't have any regular underwear clean," she said almost with a grimace.
I debated just calling it off and telling her what I did but decided against it. I wanted to see how this would go. We went about our day, but I noticed that she seemed more open to touches throughout the day. I didn't know if it was due to the underwear, my compliment, or just me being more attentive to her, but it was positive no matter what. I made a point of distracting her every time she went to do laundry and the following morning before work, a similar scene played out.
"Damn it, I forgot to do laundry," she complained, pulling out another lace pair, this time black lace boyshorts.
"I don't mind," I said with a laugh. "Those look really good on you. Really, really good."
"Thanks," she said, blushing a bit as she finished getting dressed.
Our goodbye kiss before we left for work was slightly less perfunctory than it had been in a while. I was distracted the entire morning at work thinking about how good the black lace had looked stretched across her delightful ass. I had to force myself to finally focus during the afternoon when I had to deal with multiple urgent projects all at once and didn't end up getting home until late. By the time I finally made it home, everyone was asleep. I ate dinner, did some basic clean-up, and noticed that she had done some laundry. Not willing to give up just yet, I made sure to disappear the last couple of pairs of unwanted underwear before folding the rest of the laundry.
In the morning, having had such a late night, I slept in, only waking after everyone else had left for the day. I sent my wife a message, thanking her for letting me sleep in.
"No problem. The kids were good," she replied.
"I'm just sorry I missed the show this morning."
"Weirdo."
"Which ones did you pick today?"
"Sometimes I don't know why I put up with you," she responded. A moment later a follow-up message appeared. "Pink lace."
"Which ones? You have a couple."
No response came, and I was afraid that I had pushed too far. I started getting ready for my day, which was planned to be working from home. While I was making my coffee, my phone buzzed. Opening the message, I saw a picture of my wife in one of the bathroom stalls at her office, with her skirt pulled off, showing off the hot pink lace of her panties. I was instantly hard. This was the type of behavior that hadn't existed in our marriage in a couple of years.
"You look so hot!" I replied. "I bet it looks even better from behind."
A moment later another picture arrived. It was everything that I could have hoped for. There was a bit of pink lace visible at the top of her ass where the back of the thong slipped between her cheeks, which were on beautiful display. I sent back giant heart emojis. It was her day to work late, and I had the kids in bed by the time she got home.
"I'm wiped," she said as soon as she walked in the door.
I knew that this was code for she was planning on going to bed right after dinner. I started mentally planning my evening when she continued.
"Would you mind giving me a massage after dinner? I could really use one after a day like today."
"Of course," I said happily surprised.
After a light dinner, we retired to the bedroom. I held her from behind for a minute before kissing her gently on her head.
"Let me get you undressed," I said softly, taking hold of the bottom of her shirt.
I pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side. I ran my hands down from her shoulders to her arms and then back up again. Trailing my hands down her back and around to her stomach and waist, I undid her skirt and pushed it down, dropping to crouch so that I could pull it away as she stepped out of it. This had the secondary benefit of placing my face at ass height. The sight of her in the thong was even better in person than in the picture she had sent, and I gave a quick kiss to each cheek as I removed her skirt. I ran my hands up her legs and sides as I stood back up, feeling the chills spread through her body. Her bra, a simple beige affair that covered everything, came off next and she leaned back into me as I held her from behind, feeling the weight of her tits on my arms.
"I'm going to get a massage, right?" She asked lazily in my arms. "Because otherwise, I could just stay like this."
"Yes, go lay in bed," I told her, reluctantly letting her go. "Not that I would mind holding you all night."
She laid down in bed with only the small bit of lace covering her otherwise naked body. I pulled out the bottle of massage oil and poured some into my hands to warm up. I started with her shoulders, making my way slowly down her back, working her tired muscles eliciting groans and moans as I released the knots of tension that had built up. When I finished with the small of her back, I skipped down to her feet and began making my way up her legs. She shivered and moaned softly as I firmly massaged her inner thighs, and I could feel the warmth that her pussy was giving off. I could also very clearly smell her arousal, even over the strong scent of the massage oil. As I got to the tops of her thighs, my fingers gently brushed the lace covering her crotch. She sighed in pleasure as I gently stroked, feeling the wetness that had started to soak through.
I paused and gently pulled down her thong, and she lifted her hips to let me do so without complaint. I went back to massaging, this time focused completely on her ass, though if I'm being honest, I spent as much time playing as I did massaging. I stroked, squeezed, groped, and massaged her beautifully round butt until she stopped me.
"Ok, that's enough," she said, rolling away from me.
"Are you sure?" I asked, moving back to give her space, and at the same time admiring the view of her front that she more had presented me. "I can go back to massaging the rest of you."
"The only place I need to be massaged right now is the inside of me," she responded with a smile, spreading her legs for me.
I grinned broadly at her and moved back between her legs. I leaned forward and kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwining and dancing. Without pulling away from her lips, I shifted my hips and with one hand holding me up, the other lined my erection up at my wife's ready entrance. I slid into her and we moaned into each other's mouths as I filled her up and her warmth enveloped me.
"Ohhhh. I've missed this," she said in a slow, silky voice, as I pushed myself up into a position I could better thrust in.
I smiled again, and then it got even bigger when she gasped as I pulled out and thrust back inside of her. It had been a while, so I knew that I wasn't going to last long, but as I fucked my wife, I managed to hold out long enough.
"Oh, yes!" She cried out, throwing her back as I thrust into her again and again. "Fuck, yes!"
Watching, hearing, and feeling her cum beneath me was more than enough to shred the last remnants of control that I had. I let out a gasp and thrust into her one last time. I felt my balls tighten as my cum began pumping deep inside of her. I stayed still, holding inside of her, until my orgasm passed, at which point I started thrusting again, determined to make the most of my erection while it lasted. I was rewarded with another small orgasm from my wife before both my stamina and hardness gave out. I collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. She wrapped her arms around me, and we laid there for a while, just basking in the afterglow and each other's presence in a way that we hadn't in a long time. I eventually rolled off her, but she cuddled into me and we both fell asleep that way.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of my wife searching through her clothes.
"I know that I washed since yesterday. Where did they go?! Am I going crazy?"
"I took them," I responded sleepily.
"Huh?" She responded, not exactly paying attention to me, still looking through her clothes.
"I took your other panties," I said, waking up more.
She stopped and looked at me.
"What? Why?"
"In part as a joke and in part because I like seeing you in nice underwear."
She just stared at me.
"I can get you out the rest of them if you want," I offered.
She just looked at me for another few seconds before responding, "No. That's fine."
She turned back to the closet she pulled out and put on a pair of red lace briefs. She then came over to the bed and leaned over me, the towel wrapped around her hair being the only other article of clothing she was currently wearing.
"I love you," she said seriously, looking me in the eyes before kissing me.
I responded in kind, taking the opportunity to fondle her breasts as they hung down over me. She playfully slapped my hands away and walked back to the closet to finish getting dressed, now with a clear swing to her hips. The effect was partially ruined as she pulled on a very plain full coverage bra when I knew that she had one that matched her underwear.
While I was eating lunch, she sent me a message saying that she enjoyed the previous evening. I responded that it had been my pleasure and that I was happy to oblige any time she wanted. She responded with a picture of her back in one of the bathroom stalls with her dark suit pants pulled down and the bright red lace starkly contrasting, drawing the eye. I responded that I would be happy to massage that for her.
When I got home that evening, she had taken the kids out, which gave me time to implement the next thing I had decided on earlier in the day. Pulling out her bras, I similarly sorted them. Things that looked good and sexy in one pile, everything else in the other. The other pile went with the hidden underwear and the rest got put back.
After dinner and putting the kids to bed, we decided to watch a movie. I let her choose, not planning to spend much time focused on it anyways. Before we sat down, I suggested that we get more comfortable, which usually meant pajamas, especially since we usually watched in bed. As I got changed, I watched as my wife took off her clothes including the offending bra but left on her panties.
"Do you have a preference for what I wear?" She asked.
"What are my options?"
She shrugged. I debated telling her that she was fine the way she was, but then I had a better idea.
"I have an idea," I said, heading over to her drawers.
It took me a minute to find what I was looking for, but eventually, I found it and held it out to her.
Taking the garment from me she shook her head and laughed.
"I should have known," she said pulling it on.
The black negligee was as much lace as it was silk, did nothing to cover anything important, looked amazing on her, and the contrast with the red panties was even better than when she had sent me the picture earlier in the day.
"Wow," I said, staring at her.
"Shut up," she teased, embarrassed for some reason.
"No. You look amazing. Come here," I said holding my arms out and stepping towards her.
She tilted her head up towards me as she pressed her body against mine. I kissed her deeply, first holding her tight and then letting my hands roam across her body, feeling the lace and silk holding tight to get curves in all the right places.
"We have a movie to watch, my beautiful wife" I eventually said, pulling away from her.
We settled into bed with my arm around her and turned on the movie. I began slowly stroking her shoulder, just making small movements. Fifteen minutes into the movie, my other hand started gently caressing her thigh. I ran my fingers down her chest, following the lines of her negligee to where I could cup one of her breasts. She snuggled in closer as I did so. I have her a few more minutes and then let my fingers trail higher and higher up her thighs, pushing them up and exposing more and more of her pale skin. I eventually stopped pushing upwards when I got to the point where my fingers were getting caught between her thighs.
By the time we got to the halfway point in the movie, I had completely lost the plot, and my wife was at least partially distracted. Her nipples were hard under my fingers, and while she wasn't giving me easy access to her pussy, it was easy to tell that she was aroused. I let go of her tit and ran my hand up to her neck. I stroked her neck and ran my fingers along her jawline. She shivered slightly in response which I took as an indicator to push forward. I moved my hand from her thigh to move her hair away from the side of her neck. I stroked her ear and then moved that hand down to her chest to hold her breast while the hand that had been caressing her neck and cheek took a further hold. I held her face gently but firmly and tilted it slightly to give me more access to her neck. I leaned in and gave her neck a light kiss to start with. Her breath caught as my breath blew across her neck. She tried to turn to kiss me, but I held her head in place. I started kissing around her neck and shoulders, running my lips and tongue over her skin. I held her face firmly and squeezed her tit sightly when she struggled to turn. She gave up and gave in to my playing, trying to go back to watching the movie, even though she was clearly distracted.
Having won the first round, while still holding her face and teasing her neck with kisses, my other hand went back down to her thigh. This time, I didn't let her closed thighs stop me.
I softly whispered in her ear, "Spread them," as I pulled gently on her leg.
She relaxed it enough that I could pull her knee so that her leg was now across mine and her crotch was exposed. With her complaint, I let go of her face in favor of her tits. I now had the freedom to run my hand all the way from her knee to the warm apex between her legs. I ran my hands back and forth, getting to her panty line and then back to her knee. Every few strokes I would run a finger up and down the edge of the lace. I made a point of brushing the crotch of her panties every couple of minutes, making her start each time, and giving me an indication of just how far I had pushed her.
Ten minutes later, her panties were wet enough that I was ready to push forward again. The next time I ran my hand up her leg, instead of running it back, I pressed my hand against the wetness of her panties, cupping her lace-clad vulva. I rubbed it gently, eliciting a soft sigh of pleasure from her. I massaged there for a minute before slipping my fingers inside the lace. I shifted my other hand to her other breast so that I was holding her tight against my body as my fingers dipped into her juices. She was doing her best to ignore me, which suited my purposes. I slowly rubbed her clit, hoping to get the timing right. After a few minutes of fingering her button, I noticed they the movie was finally moving towards the end. I picked up in the intensity of my rubbing, hearing her breath catch and quicken as I rubbed harder and faster. I felt my fingers getting even wetter as her juices poured out and got pushed around by my fingers. She tried to turn towards me, but I held her in place with my arm. Knowing what came next, I trapped her leg with mine right before she could pull it away.
"Ohh god! Oh god! Ughhhhh. Stop. Don't stop. Just let me just finish the movie," she whined and begged as I continued to hold her tight, squeezing her and fingering her clit.
Thirty seconds later she was bucking in my arms, thrusting her hips against my hand as I made her cum and didn't stop rubbing her cunt. I shoved two fingers inside of her and began fucking her with them, making her roll from one orgasm into another.
"Please stop. Please stop," she begged as she came down from her second orgasm.
I slowed my fingers thrusting and then eventually stopped completely but left them inside of her whole she caught her breath. Once she did, I pulled out my fingers, now soaked with her juices, and pressed them to her lips. She started to shake her head no, but I wasn't accepting that.
"Suck them clean," I whispered in her ear as I pushed them inside of her mouth.
She gave in and accepted the dirty fingers and began sucking and licking her juices off them.
"Good girl," I whispered, still holding her tight.
Seeing that the movie was still playing and that even with my fingers in her mouth, her eyes had figured back to the screen, I let her suck on my fingers for an extra minute, but not too long.
"It's my turn now," I told her, pulling my fingers from her mouth, and releasing her leg.
Nodding, my wife reached over, and still watching the end of the movie, pulled out my cock and started stroking it. I shifted a bit so that she was more sitting next to me than on top of me and spread my legs to give her more access. Then I grabbed her head and dragged it towards my erection. She was too shocked at first to fight it until she was already bent over. She started to complain, but my thrusting my cock into her mouth stopped her. I held her like that until I felt her relax and start licking. I was able to relax back down, and she shifted so that she was on her knees next to me. With one hand resting atop her head and the other caressing her ass, I sighed a deep sigh of pleasure.
It had been almost two years, barring the previous evening, since we had good sex. It was even longer since we had played any dominance games, which I think had something to do with why things deteriorated. In general, my wife didn't like having my cock in her mouth, let alone having me cum in there. She also didn't usually like anything to do with asses, but with one hand still on her head, the hand that was caressing her ass started running down her crack, gently brushing her lace-clad asshole. I then slipped my hand under the red lace and plunged my middle finger deep into her cunt, getting it slick with her natural lubricant. Drawing it out, I ran it up to her dark hole and pressed gently with the pad of my finger. She flinched slightly in surprise as her ass opened to let my wet finger slip inside. I gently fingered her ass while she continued to suck my cock into the movie ended. By the time it did, I could barely contain myself. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pulled her off my dick and turned her around as I got to my knees. Pushing her face down against the mattress, I pulled down her panties and plunged into her cunt. I knew that I wasn't going to last long, so I wasted no time. I started slamming into her as hard and fast as I could. She started making noises, clearly turned on and enjoying, but I couldn't make out any more than that with her face buried in the sheets. In no time at all, I was firing blast after blast of cum deep inside of my wife, accompanied by muffled sounds of her pleasure. I collapsed on top of her, and we rolled into a spooning position, with my arms around her and my cock still inside of her.
"That was a lot of fun," I mumbled to her, worn out.
"Mmhmm," she replied. "I enjoyed it too. It's been a while since we played like that. But you made me miss the end of the movie, which I'm going to get you for. At some point. When I'm not so cozy."
We fell asleep with the light still on and the credits still rolling on the screen.
The next morning, I woke up to her getting dressed post-shower. She was wearing a black thong and was searching for a bra.
"Good morning, beautiful," I said sleepily.
"Good morning, hon. Have you seen my..." she trailed off and looked at me. "You took them?" She asked, in a questioning voice, but not accusatory.
"I did. Do you want them back?"
"No. It's fine. I can wear this," she says pulling out a black lace bra.
I watched as she finished getting dressed.
"I enjoyed last night a lot," she said kissing me after finishing getting dressed.
"Me too," I said with a smile. "You look amazing today."
That afternoon, before I left work, I got a message from my wife. Opening it, I found a picture of her, wearing just the bra and panties she had put on in the morning, along with a necklace that I had bought her years before to function as a collar she could wear during the day. She followed up with another picture of her dressed in casual clothes, still wearing the collar.
"Heading out with the kids. Wish you were here with me," she wrote.
When I got home, she was making dinner while the kids were busy in their rooms. I came up behind her and wrapped one hand around her in a hug and with that other, caressed her collared neck.
"Hey you," I said.
She turned her head to look at me and I kissed her deeply. She relaxed into me and I held her tightly.
"These past few days have been amazing," I told her. "I love you so much. I realized that we needed to make a change. Thank you for trusting in me."
"I love you too. Thank you for pushing for this."
"Do you have a minute in between things?"
She looked fish at the counter and nodded.
"Let me just check on things and then I'm yours for around five minutes?"
"Perfect. Come to the bedroom when you are ready?"
She nodded and I kissed her again before heading to the bedroom. I pulled things out of a box that hadn't been touched in a while and prepared what I had planned. My wife came in a few minutes later and locked the door. I pulled her into another kiss and then maneuvered her over to next to the bed, while still kissing her. I then spun her around and bent her over then l the bed.
"Ooof," she said playfully as she got the mattress.
I pulled down her pants and thong in one quick motion to get knees and reached between her legs to play with her pussy for a minute. She hummed in pleasure as I fingered her clit, but conscious of the time, I stopped as soon as she was wet. She protested when I stopped, but a quick slap on the ass was enough to make her stop. I pulled out the buttplug that I had prepared and was already covered with lube and pressed the tip against her exposed asshole. She started feeling the cold wet lube but settled with my hand on her back. She mewled slightly in discomfort as I slowly worked the plug into her ass, watching as it stretched her hole. She gasped as it finally slid into place, her sphincter closing around the base to hold it tightly in place. I once again rubbed her for a few seconds before pulling her up. I kissed her hard once more before looking at my watch.
"Get on your knees. I have you for one more minute," I said, pushing her down by her shoulders.
She dropped down to her knees with her pants still down and I opened my pants, pulling out my dick. Keeping an eye on the time, I slowly fucked her face, holding her head and thrusting in and out of her mouth while she sucked and licked. When the time was almost up, I pulled out of her mouth and stuck the finger I had used on her clit to be cleaned in its place. When she finished, I noticed that she pulled her own hand out from between her legs and licked her fingers clean too.
"That's my girl," I said, stroking her head gently and then putting away my cock.
She stood up and pulled up her pants, adjusting how her thong sat against her plug, before heading back to the kitchen. Dinner was fairly normal, with the exception that every once in a while when my wife moved or shifted, she got a look in her eye, it was clear that she felt the plug even more. By the time the kids were asleep, she was so on edge that she dragged me to the bedroom.
"Is everything ok?" I asked, pretending not to have noticed the signs.
"I want you so badly," she responded in a sultry voice.
I held her from behind and did one hand up her shirt and the other into her pants.
"And why is that?" I asked playing with her body.
"Because I'm so on edge," she replied, leaning back into my body, pressing her ass against my crotch.
"Why are you so on edge? Is it because you have something in your ass?" I teased her.
She blushed and responded, "Maybe. But it doesn't matter why. Can't you just fuck me?"
I rubbed her clit and then stopped and ran a finger over her collar.
"If you want anything, then I want to hear you say it. And if you are a good girl, I might even be willing to do something special for you."
"Ok. Fine. I'm on edge because you put a plug in my ass, and I've had it there all evening."
I went back to playing with her clit.
"And what does that make you?"
"What do you mean?" She moaned.
"The fact that you are turned on from having your ass filled, does it make you an anal slut?"
She shook her head no. I stopped moving my hand, and she made noises of protest.
"So, what do you think it makes you?"
"Ok. You win. I'm an anal slut. I'm a dirty anal slut who gets off on having her ass filled. Now will you please fuck me," she begged.
I wasted no time stripping her naked and getting her into bed. But instead of fucking her, I dropped my head between her legs and began licking her delicious cunt. I started with long broad strokes of my tongue, but when she grabbed my head and cried out in pleasure, I switched to sucking and licking her clit. Already on edge, it took no time at all to bring her to a screaming orgasm as she soaked my face with her juices. I loved the taste of her and kept licking and sucking until she let go of my head. Once free, I rolled her non-resisting body onto her front. I pulled her hips up so that her ass was up in the air. I pulled out the plug, causing her to moan in protest. I lined my cock up with her asshole and started to push it in.
"Ooooohhhhh," she cried out as I stretched her asshole with my cockhead. "It's too big!"
"Not for an anal slut like you," I replied, finally slipping past her sphincter and into her ass for the first time in five years.
She moaned as I started to work my way deeper into her ass, forward and back, digging deeper with each thrust. I eventually stopped when I was fully inside of her incredibly tight ass, with my balls pressed against her wet cunt.
"How does it feel?" I asked her, gently stroking her back.
"I feel sooo full," she moaned.
"Are you telling me that you like it?"
"God damn you! Yes! I like having my ass filled by your cock because apparently I'm a fucking anal slut!" She yelled at me. "Now can you please stop gloating and just fuck me," she begged.
Ever happy to oblige, I pulled out until just my head was inside and then slammed it back in, causing her to yell out in a mix of surprise and pleasure. It took a few more thrusts before her extremely tight back entrance relaxed enough for me to start really fucking her, but once it did, I began to thoroughly enjoy myself. Her ass was tight and held me in a way that her pussy didn't, which combined with the rawness of it and the sense of having completely dominated and conquered her, made the experience even better. What finally sent me over the edge was her first anal orgasm. As I slid in and out of her ass, her moans started building, getting deeper and more primal the longer I fucked her. Eventually, she let out a cry of pleasure that was different from any that I had ever heard from her before, and I felt her asshole clench around my thrusting cock. My balls were suddenly soaked as they slapped against her gushing cunt. The entire experience was too much for me and, slamming into her once more, I felt my balls contract as I began to pump my sperm deep in her bowels. We both froze in place as we orgasmed and then collapsed into the bed together, my cock still in her ass.
"I can't believe they you just fucked my ass like that," she said, exhausted. "You know that I don't like it."
"All evidence to the contrary," I replied. "I seem to recall you begging me to fuck your ass. And you cumming from it."
"But that's not the point," she replied with my dick still inside of her. "The point is that you should have asked."
"I love you. And I think that the last couple of days have been better for both of us, yes?"
"Yes."
"That's because I decided to make a change. I stopped asking, stopped begging, stopped letting things go. That's why I took away the underwear and bras that I didn't like. Which I think made you feel sexier. That's why I have been just doing things, which you seem to be enjoying. We tried it your way for the last while, and it didn't work. So now we are going to try it mine because I love you and don't want to either lose you or hate you."
She didn't respond for a while and I was starting to get worried, but as my slowly fading erection slipped from her ass, she whispered a soft, "ok."
I held her tight fit a few minutes before we needed to get up and clean ourselves up before bed.
"I trust you," my wife said as we finally climbed into bed. "I know that things haven't been the best. I want them to be better, I just didn't know how."
We fell asleep cuddled together, with her body pressed up against me and my arm around her, one of her breasts in my hand. I slept better than I had in a long time and woke up in the morning to find my wife still in my arms, my erection pressing against her ass.
"Good morning," she said, feeling me wake up.
"Good morning to you too. Have you been up for a while?"
"Not too long, but I was cozy and didn't want to wake you."
I grabbed back hold of the tit that I had released in the night and pulled her close to me. She made contented sounds and snuggled in closer.
"After showering last night, I wasn't planning on showering this morning. If I get dirty because of you, you are going to have to clean me up," I whispered in her ear, grinding my morning erection against her.
"Mmmmm, I like the sound of getting dirty," she responded.
I rolled over on top of her, pinning her to the bed, causing her to yelp. After a quick readjustment, my cock found its mark and I slid into her eager cunt in one smooth motion. She moaned in response as I began to fuck her, slowly and steadily. Knowing that we didn't have all day, I slowly began to pick up the pace. My wife began cumming as soon as I started slamming into her as fast as I could. Feeling her cum under me was enough to push me over the edge, especially without me trying to hold back. I thrust deep into her and felt her twitch as my cock pulsed my cum deep inside of her body. I held there for a moment, enjoying the feeling, and then got up. My wife rolled over, and I reached a hand out to help her up.
"That was fun," she said with a smile as I pulled her into a sitting position.
"It was," I responded, putting a hand on the back of her head, and moving my dirty cock to her mouth.
"Ew, no!" She said, pushing me away.
I grabbed hold of her hair and resisted being pushed.
"I told you that you were going to have to clean me up."
"I thought you meant that I would need to wash you in the shower," she whined, still trying to keep her mouth away from my dick.
"You should have clarified. Now be a good girl and clean up, or in going to have to spank you."
I didn't give her a choice as I pulled her head back towards me and shoved my dick into her mouth. She started to complain, but it was muffled, and she quickly gave into the task at hand. A minute later I declared her done and let her go. She gave me a dirty look as I pulled my wet, but clean, cock out of her mouth. I pulled her to get feet and kissed her deeply, not minding either the morning breath or the mixed taste of cum and pussy. I reached down and fingered her clit, and her continued arousal was very evident.
"Now go get cleaned up," I told her pulling away pushing her towards our bathroom. "I'm going to get dressed and check on the kids."
While I was getting the kids breakfast fifteen minutes later, she sent me a picture of her on her knees wearing a matching green lace bra and panties and a collar with the caption, "I'm yours."
The next two weeks passed. Two weeks of good sex, fun, and in general a much more positive relationship. It felt like we had turned the clock back to before we had kids. Then one afternoon I got a message from my wife saying that she was overdone and needed me to come home early and take care of the kids. By the time I got home, the house was a disaster zone, and everyone was either yelling or in tears. I hugged my wife and sent her to our room to take some space. I got the kids calmed down and fed and cleaned up while they ate. She went to come out a couple of times, but I sent her to rest and relax. Once the kids were down for the night I went into our room.
"What happened today?" I asked gently.
"I just had such a crap day at work today, and then I just didn't have patience for the kids. I just couldn't take it and I lost it," she replied, almost in tears.
"Come here," I said, stepping close to her and holding her tight.
While this wasn't a regular occurrence, it did happen every couple of months, and would generally lead to a spiral of anger, frustration, and depression. It was probably one of the original causes of the issues in our sex life. I turned around and sat on the bed so that she was standing in front of me.
"I assume that you are unhappy with how things went this evening, correct?" I asked.
She nodded.
"And you do realize that even though we both understand why it happened, there is no excuse for it, yes?"
Slower this time she nodded, not quite sure where I was going with this.
"In that case," I said, pulling her down across my lap, "I think that the only thing to do is punish you for acting like a brat, and then we can move on"
She started to protest, but I ignored her. I held her in place with one hand and pulled her skirt up with the other, exposing the bright red lace that covered her ass. Those I pulled down and then looked at her naked ass which was beautifully framed by clothing.
Smack. Smack.
"Ow," she whined as spanked her ass twice.
I started gently, but I built up to a real spanking quickly.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
SMACK. SMACK.
By the time I got to ten, alternating between sides, her ass was already starting to get red.
"Those last two really hurt!"
"It wouldn't be a punishment if it didn't hurt," I said gently.
SMACK! SMACK!
"Ooww!"
SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!
By twenty she started crying. By thirty I had to hold her hands behind her back to keep her from trying to stop me and to hold her in place while she kicked her feet.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
During the last five, she was bawling, tears pouring from her eyes, her ass cherry red. My hand was also sore at this point, so I shook it a bit to relieve some of the pain. I then gently started caressing her ass, feeling the heat emanating from it. I let go of her arms and caressed her head with my other hand. I then ran my hand down her sore ass to between her legs. Finding her much wetter than expected, I slid a finger inside and then started rubbing her clit. She started moaning through her tears. With my free hand, I caressed her head and back, while continuing to finger her clit. When her orgasm hit, it hit hard and was mixed with tears. She sobbed as her body shook, spasms running from her clit, through her sore ass, and on through the rest of her body. When she finally stopped cumming, I pulled her into my arms and she cuddled into me, as the last twitches and tears left her body. I felt her start to fall asleep in my arms and got her undressed and tucked into bed.
The next morning, I woke to the most delightful sensations. Cracking open an eye, I saw my wife kneeling between my legs with my cock in her mouth. She sensed me waking up because she stopped for a moment and pulled it out.
"Good morning," she said with a smile before returning to my shaft.
"Good morning to you too," I said reaching out to gently stroke the side of her face. "Are you feeling better?"
She pulled up slowly, letting my cock fall from her mouth with a POP.
"Yes. I mean my ass is still sore, but I feel much better. Thank you."
I sighed in pleasure as she took me back in as deep as she could. It wasn't long before I felt my balls tighten as pleasure surged through my body and my cock twitched, pulsed, and began filling her mouth with cum. She dutifully continued sucking, swallowing what she could, milking every drop out, sending waves of pleasure through my body. As she licked up the stray drops that had fallen from her mouth and made sure I was clean, I marveled at the difference-making a decision to change could make.
