Taking Control
She never knew it was coming, nor did I in a way. Things were
not going well in the marriage and my wife was growing more
dissatisfied with my ??softness??. I had always learned
that compromise and mutual respect is important in a relationship.
Some people mistake softness and kindness as weakness
or major character flaw and as a result would take advantage
of it. Tonight, I knew would be a make it or break it for my
marriage. I had the night??s program arranged and everything was
in place. She was surprised that I volunteered to pick up
the children from school but she decided to put in some extra
hours at work. I asked her not to be long because I had prepared
something special for her. She asked what the occasion
was but I told her it was ??just because I Love You!??.
She smiled and said she would be home by six. I kissed her
cheek and reminded her not to be too late. When she came in that evening, a half-hour late, several
candles in each room on the first floor lighted the house.
I greeted her with a kiss and a hug. She set her bag down and
I helped her with her coat. She commented on the ambience
and I could see a bit of excitement in her eyes. I gave her
a glass of sparkling grape juice and led her upstairs by
her hand to our bedroom. As with the downstairs, candlelight
illuminated the hallway and the path to the bedroom. ??What??s going on???, she asked.
??Live for the moment and enjoy. No questions asked fornone will be answered.??, I replied.
??Just what are you up to???
I responded with a kiss to her lips and a soft, ??Shhhh! Trust me.??
I took the glass from her hand and removed her clothes. Ipulled her close to me and kissed her deeply for a brief moment,
then led her to the bathroom. I guided her to the bathtub
and encourage her to get in the tub. She appeared to be hesitant
with the silence but slid into the tub. She uttered a soft
moan of approval as she sank in the bubbles. I returned her
glass to her hand and placed a strawberry to her lips. She
opened her mouth to take the strawberry but I began to wipe
her lips with the strawberry gently and she began to smile.
She stuck out her tongue and I placed the strawberry in her
mouth. I placed a tray with the fruit salad and juice bottle
across the tub. She sat up and began to eat. After placing bath mitts on my hands, I began to soap her
back with a liquid soap made with melon, cucumber and peach
scents. The smell was delightful. The texture of the gloves
was rough enough to provide stimulation of the skin and
cleanse the body. I dipped my hand back in the water and scooped
up enough water to rinse her back. The feel of the warm water
with the cool air caused her to gasp just a little bit. I raised
one of her arms out of the tub and with long strokes began
to wash her arm. When I got to the fingers, I did one at a time,
gently and purposefully. I did the same with her other arm.
I poured more soap on the mitt and began at her shoulders
and worked my way to her breasts. Her snack was interrupted
when I began to wash her breasts. The rough texture of the
mitts began to stimulate her as I made circular motions
over her chocolate brown skin. My hands glided over the
surface of her breasts, over the tops, the sides and even
underneath. Her eyes began to slowly close as I made the
light strokes. I took the tray away and kissed her gently. After removing
the mitts, I helped her stand up in the tub and watched as
the water with small bubbles raced over her sinuous sepia
curves. The candlelight did a delightful dance over her
body. I rinsed her back and her breasts as the path the water
traced over her body mesmerized me. My jealousy rose as
the water conformed to her very body. Were her shivers caused
by the caress of the water drops or because of the chill?
I chose to use a wash cloth to wash between her legs and her
ass. Placing extra soap into the washcloth, I began to caress
her inner legs. The soap allowed the cloth to glide first
up one leg and then down the other. My hand hesitated ever
so slightly when I reached her crotch and with each hesitation,
she opened her legs just a little bit more. The view that
I had was one that made my mouth water. The soapy water on
her pubes was clumped together and I could see her lips beginning
to hang down. Her clit was visible as it is slightly larger
than most. I turned her around and began to wash between her asscheeks.
I used the wash cloth to do a thorough cleansing of her brown
bud and what laid beneath. My finger wedged itself into
her and she held onto the wall to keep her balance. Normally,
this is off limits to my advances but for some reason it was
now allowed. I began a sawing twisting motion allowing
the washcloth to cleanse her anus. The moans became louder,
her breaths quicker and her pussy was wet from not only the
water but her juices. I closed my eyes trying to separate
the perfume of the soap from the perfume of her juices. She
began her signature pant right before orgasm and I rinsed
the soap from her body. She sighed as her hands made way to
her breasts trying to push herself over the top. I reached
up and guided her out of the tub thereby delaying her orgasm
for now. After wrapping her with one of our large fluffy towels,
I patted her dry. My lips lightly kissed her soft smooth
skin and she responded with a caress of my freshly shaven
head. She has said that in the past that she did not like my
head shaven and this was the first time she had actually
touched it. I realized something must be right to have her
respond to me. My wife was known as ??a mover and a shaker??
at the law firm, bright, ambitious and a ??no holds barred??
barrister. She was married to a construction lineman that
she met and fell in love with in college. We married after
a year of courting and I left engineering school to work
and finance her through law school. She is older than me
by four years but she loved my ambitious nature; my steadfast
ways and the gentleness of my soul. Little did I realize
that after twelve years of marriage, those were the qualities
that she no longer admired. As we entered the bedroom, I stood behind her and removed
the towel. I held her close to me as I cupped her breasts and
kissed her neck. She covered my hands with hers and began
to moan. My cock began to grow beneath my pants as it strained
to touch her skin. She reached between us and squeezed my
bulge. ??Mmmmmm??, she moaned, ??Is this for me???
??It??s all for you, dear. The apple of my eye, the motherof our children. Nothing is too good for you as you are the
answer to my prayers.??, I whispered in her ear, ??Trust
me tonight as you have never trusted me before and I will
promise you a night filled with memories.?? She hesitated and said nothing as she pulled the panties
in place. In the candle??s soft glow, I savored the sight
that beheld my eyes. I wondered if she could feel my eyes
caressing her every curve. My eyes would touch her from
her head to her toes. I wondered if she knew that my tongue
could see her sensuality as it glides over every inch of
her near perfect body. Perfect body in that it was familiar
to me and it belonged only to her; a perfection that there
was none other like her and that I desired no other woman.
She was standing at the foot of our four-poster bed, not
noticing the old rug that was beneath her feet. I circled
around her back and blindfolded her. She took in a deep breath
as her hands went up to stop me. ??Relax. Trust the man who loves you so much.??, I whispered.
Her hands went down to her side and I secured the blindfold.
She stood obediently as I took her hands to her backside
and tied them at the wrist. She panicked slightly and I gave
her a reassuring kiss to her lips. As she calmed down, I softly
told her not to move, as I would be right back. I went to the
kitchen to get my play toys for the evening and returned
to the room. I set the tray down and began the scene at hand.
??What??s going on? What are you going to do to me???,
she asked. ??In submission there is strength. Tonight, I want you
to experience the strength that possesses me. You must
learn to appreciate me for who I am and see the man that loves
you in a different light.??
The tray contained various items that I had chosen for just
this event. Strawberries, bananas, grapes and a few other
fruits decorated the tray along with various flavored
syrups, whip cream, wine and ice cubes. In the background,
the music from our stereo played on the random selections
from the five CD cartridge. The mixture included Enigma,
George Howard, Santana, Anita Baker and Will Downey. I
turned it up loud enough that she could not hear me cross
the room back towards her. ??In life, there are moments to be enjoyed and moments
that you will have no control over.??, I whispered in her
ear. ??This is one of those moments.?? I kissed her behind her ear and raked my fingers down her
back. A moan of pleasure came from her mouth. I placed a strawberry
at her lips, and wipe it gently across. She opened her mouth
and tried to bite it but I pulled it back. I returned the strawberry
to her lips and as she felt the touch, she opened her mouth
slightly. The strawberry left a trail of juice as I wipe
it across her exposed teeth and the inside of her lips. I
quietly told her to take the strawberry on her tongue only
and she did so. As she ate the strawberry, I took half of a peach and brought
it close to her nose. The scent caressed her nose as I watched
her nostrils flare with each pass. As I massaged her shoulders
with the peach, she moaned. The peach was gliding across
her skin as though I was painting a picture. The picture
would be my greatest erotic endeavor and the canvas was
her mind. I drew circles around her breast, closing the
circles as I got closer to her nipples. The dark aureola
that was once small and krinkly began to expand with the
stimulation. The juices evaporated quickly on her skin
but it provided a delightful aroma in the air. I took the
other half and began working on the other breast. My attention
to her breasts was as symmetrical as the chocolate orbs
that I was tending. My lips touched her breast and she cooed from the unexpected
touch. I sucked gently on the flesh of one breast as my hand
cupped the other. The juice intertwined with the soft perspiration
that began to appear on her body, a bittersweet product
of what was beginning to happen. I allowed my hand to glance
over her flesh and she began to twist ever so slightly. I
could feel her pushing her breast in my mouth trying to feed
me more but I backed away. I heard a frustrated moan come
from her lips as I circled around her backside. I stood behind
her blowing soft breaths down her back mixed with wet kisses.
She has soft downy hair on her back that I loved to feel on
my bare face. However, today, my face was not smooth. I had
not shaved in several days, so the stubble was full force
over my chin and jaws. Holding her with one arm, I placed
my jaw to her back and rubbed it in earnest. I know the bristles
were doing something to her because her as her knees began
to flex, I could capture her familiar scent in the air. I
slid my hand across her abdomen and placed more wet kisses
across her ass cheeks. I had a potpourri pot burning on the dresser to keep some
baby oil warm. After checking the temperature of the oil,
I brought it back to where she was standing. I dipped my fingers
into the oil and held my them pointed downward over her breast.
The warm oil slipped from my fingers and began to form multiple
rivulets over her breast. I watched as one glided over her
breast and once it reached the nipple, it did a high dive
from its luscious perch. She licked her lips slowly as dripped
some more oil over both breasts. I set the container down
and palmed each breast as best as I could. My hands began
to massage the warm oil into her flesh. I could feel her hard
nubbin against my palm. Her stomach began to ripple as I
continued the massage; her breaths became pants. I could
see the hunger rising in her body and the warmth of her body
surpassed the warmth of the oil. She uttered disapproval when I removed my hands from her
breasts. She was speaking excitedly, wondering where
I was in the room? Why had I stopped so close and yet so far
from her climax? Her questions were soon answered as I placed
an ice cube against her nipple. The ??ahhhh?? came from
deep within her followed by a long ??hisssss??. The ice
cube melted fast as I massaged her breast with it. The combined
hot and cold sensations must have been powerful. She began
to rub her thighs together and her pungent scent became
stronger with each passing moment. I changed ice cubes
when I could no longer hold them in my hand. The cold fingers
of the melted ice touched her body, filling every pore with
a powerful sensation. As I wiped her body with the ice, my
free hand followed to give her a sensation of warmth. She
tugged at the bonds on her wrist yearning to participate
in this adventure. I??d like to take this opportunity to share with you what
was going on with me while all of this was happening. My cock
was straining under my bikini briefs which was unusual.
I like the tightness of this style of underwear because
it keeps my thick cock from making its presence known. The
stimulus of this scene was just too much, I am glad that she
was blindfolded. Several times I found myself re-arranging
my cock. I had gym shorts on as well but I had to take those
off because I was getting too excited. Seven inches of blood
filled cock may not be much, may even be average, but I assure
you this time it was out of hand, literally. The pre-cum
soaked my underwear to the point the moisture could be felt
over the front and down between my legs. I had wondered is
this what women feel when they are excited? That question
alone excited me even more.... now, back to my ??hunny
bunny??. I slipped up behind her and pulled my cock out of its bounds.
The head was sniffing at her ass now, her fingers a mere inch
above it. Sometimes, I think my cock does have a mind of its
own. I moved forward a little more and my cock slid up the
cleft of her ass closer to her hand. As she moaned, her fingers
danced around grasping at my cock. My juices coated her
hands as she began some short strokes on my cock. I pulled
her closer to me, molding our bodies together, her fingers
still around my member. My tongue danced behind her ear,
my teeth nibbled on her lobes. Her sticky breasts responded
to my one hand as my other hand danced over her groin. I knew
she was close but I did not know she was that close. I place
my mouth over her neck as she tilted her head and I sucked
the spot as best as I could. That was all it took. Her knees
buckled but I managed to hold her up. If I know my baby like
I think I do, it was one of those rippling type of orgasms.
It was like throwing a stone in a still body of water; several
major ripples and then, slowly, imperceptibly they begin
to disappear. I laid her on the bed gently and carefully. I untied her wrists
and rolled her to her back. When I removed her blindfold,
her eyes had a slight tear in them. We kissed deeply and affectionately.
I kissed her ear and whispered to her. ??It is because I love you that I give you this gift. I may
not be all that you desire or believe that you want, nonetheless,
I still love you. From you and through you, I have learned
of patience, compassion, sensitivity and love. I have
also learned that strength comes not from overpowering
or dominating your partner. It comes from understanding
your partner and loving them for who they are. It is that
love that I will forever give to you.?? We hugged and kissed some more. Then sleep overcame us....
Together forever.
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