The look in her brown eyes at one excited and terrified me. It was a look I had never seen before. It was angry, but strangely inviting.
When I diverted my eyes from her’s to the bed, I saw my phone. It was playing a video. The same one I had been watching the night before, of a woman dominating a man.
In an instant, the fantasy I had kept to myself for so long was exposed. I looked back at my wife, and waited anxiously for her to say something.
After a silence that seemed to last forever, with the gaze of those brown eyes still fixed upon me, she finally took a deep breath and started to speak.
“Take off your clothes!”
That was definitely not what I thought she might say. So I stood in silence, paralyzed by fear.
But then she stood up, towering over me in her heels, and said it again. Only this time a little louder, a little angrier.
So I started to undress. “Faster,” she yelled, before yanking my pants down to my ankles in frustration.
I started to reach down to finish the job, but she grabbed my shoulders and turned me towards the bed, and then gave me a shove. I stumbled forward and fell face first on the bed, and immediately felt her weight on top of me.
She grabbed my hands and held them tight behind my back, then leaned forward and put her lips near my ear.
“You’ve disappointed me in many ways as a husband,” she whispered. “But all of that is going to change, because now you are my bitch.”
Then she pushed down hard on my neck with one hand, and started spanking me with the other. She seemed to slap my ass tentatively at first, but with every stroke she grew more confident. Years of pent up frustration, disappointment, and anger, seemed to flow through her arm and hand.
I started to squirm from the pain as my ass grew red and hot, but she pushed down harder on my neck and warned me to stay still and take it.
Eventually the pain became unbearable, and I begged her to stop. But she spanked me even harder. Finally, I started sobbing. Still she continued.
Then suddenly, she stopped and pushed her hand between my legs. She grabbed my cock, which was throbbing with excitement. She stroked it gently, but when I moaned with pleasure she quickly let go and slapped my balls.
“This isn’t about your pleasure,” she said. “From now on, it’s all about mine.”
She ordered me to turn on my back, and then she straddled my face and commanded me to pleasure her. She was so wet, and her juices tasted so good. I licked her and teased her with my tongue while she rocked her hips back and forth, until finally she came — her body shaking violently from the pleasure.
Then she got up, and told me a lot of things were about to change.
She got dressed, and said she was going out.
“If you don’t think you are going to like the way things are going to be, then you should pack your things and leave while I’m gone.”
Then she went to her closet, and threw a pair of panties and a bra at me. She gave me a list of chores, then walked away. I heard the door close behind her, and knew I was finally alone.
Dazed and confused, I looked at the list and thought about what to do.
Then I grabbed the bra and panties and started to pull them on.
