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Dominant
by Anonymous (1998)
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I'm convinced that there are two types of women in the
world: those whom practice female domination and those
who haven't tried it yet! (Fdom/M-huml, wife, sloppy
seconds, intr)
***
For years my husband begged to have me to dominate him,
but I always thought it was too "kinky." However, after
twelve years of marriage we needed something to spice up
our love life and I was willing to try anything. I've
been dominating my husband now for the last year and I'm
sorry I didn't do it years ago.
A significant turning point in the domination of my
husband and our marriage occurred about six months ago.
It all began as we were packing for a short trip. We had
to get to the airport early so we were packing our
suitcases the night before.
From the beginning I'd decreed that he could only make
love to me twice a month and he was forbidden from
masturbating. At that time I wasn't on the "pill" and we
were using condoms as our method of birth control.
To emphasize my control over my husband, I'd made a
ritual of taking two condoms at the beginning of the
month and putting them into my purse so that they'd be
ready when I decided my husband could fuck me. Since we
were beginning our trip on the first day of the month, I
took the two condoms and packed one in my suitcase and
dropped the other into my purse. As I did so I told him
that if he was a good boy we might be able to join the
"Mile High Club" during our flight. I of course had no
intention of making love in so public a place, but I was
amused by my husband's swelling cock.
The next morning we arrived at the airport early and had
to wait about thirty minutes before boarding our flight.
As we sat in the airport lounge I noticed the man
sitting across the aisle from us. I held a paperback
novel open in front of me, but I couldn't take my eyes
off of him.
He was Black and about thirty-five years old. He wore an
expensive suit that fit his athletic body like a glove.
His hair was closely trimmed and he had a well kept
mustache. As I was staring at him he looked up from the
magazine that he was reading and looked at me. Our eyes
locked for a few seconds and then he smiled at me. The
moment he smiled at me my pussy twitched and I felt the
crotch of my panties dampen!
I couldn't believe the effect this man had on me. I'd
been a virgin when I met my husband and while I looked
at other men, in twelve years of marriage I'd never
cheated on my husband. Yet here I was sitting in an
airport lounge lusting after this handsome stranger!
In the back of my mind I knew that pursuing this man
could ruin my marriage, but I was a prisoner to my own
lust and knew that whatever the consequences might be, I
was going to do everything possible to make love to this
tall, Black man.
Just then I was jolted from my reverie. My husband was
standing beside me and tapping my arm. They'd started to
board the plane and our seat assignments had been
called. I gave him my coldest stare and told him, "Go
buy me a pack of cigarettes and a lighter."
The poor dear must have thought I was crazy to make that
request since I'd quit smoking long before I'd met him
and I'd never smoked during our years together. However,
some months before he'd admitted that he found the image
of a woman smoking a cigarette very erotic.
I'm sure he was torn between his erotic dreams and the
fear that we'd miss our flight. He started to speak,
possibly to ask what brand of cigarettes he should buy,
but I cut him short. "Don't you dare question me! Now
hurry up or we'll miss our flight!" He dropped our
carry-on bags and ran down the concourse.
The flight attendants had continued to board the flight
and my Adonis was now gathering his briefcase and coat
in preparation of boarding. I stood and crossed the
aisle to stand before him. He looked up at me as I
approached, his eyes appraising my long legs, my tight
white wrap-around skirt and my white translucent blouse.
He looked into my eyes again and then his eyes locked on
the mounds of my breasts.
I could feel my nipples harden under his stare. I asked
him if he flew often and he said that as a sales rep he
logged quite a few miles. I then asked if he'd ever
joined the Mile High Club. At first his face registered
shock, but then it softened into his sensual smile. He
replied that he'd never been given the opportunity. I
then said, "Well, perhaps we could join together."
He asked what my husband would say and I answered,
"Don't worry about him. We have an understanding -- I do
whatever I want and afterwards he licks my pussy clean."
Just then the flight attendant announced the final
boarding call. My new friend stood and said he'd
certainly consider my offer. Carrying his briefcase and
holding his coat to cover his growing erection, he then
walked to the gateway.
As he walked away, my husband came running up and handed
me a small sack. I opened it to find a pack of
cigarettes and a lighter. I removed the lighter from the
sack, but threw the cigarettes in the trash can. "You
fool! You bought the wrong brand!" I then picked up my
purse and our tickets and stalked off to the gateway
leaving my husband to gather up all of our belongings
and run after me. God, I love being a bitch!
As we entered the airplane I let my husband catch up to
me and I had him go down the aisle in front of me. Our
seats were six or seven rows behind my new friend who
was standing in the aisle storing his coat and briefcase
in the overhead bin as we passed.
Although the aisle wasn't all that narrow, I made a
point of pushing my breasts into his back as I squeezed
past. As discretely as possible, I reached around in
front of him and give his cock a quick pat as I
whispered in his ear, "I hope you accept my offer."
I then hurried down the aisle to join my husband who was
waiting at our seats. Our tickets were for the center
and aisle seats and since my husband is over six feet
tall, he always sits in the aisle seat, but this time I
told him to sit in the center seat. He opened his mouth
to protest, but when he saw my scowl he quickly
complied.
A young college coed was sitting in the window seat and
I saw my husband admiring her firm tits that were
evident under her tight sweater. I took a magazine from
the seat pocket and handed it to him. I told him that he
was to hold it open with both hands, that he was to hold
it in front of his face and that he was not to let me
see him eyeing the girls tits for the rest of the
flight. I could see his face redden as he dutifully
obeyed.
The plane taxied to the runway and quickly rose into the
air. As we climbed for altitude, I took out my paperback
and began reading. I held the book open with my right
hand and I rested my left hand in my husband's lap. As I
read my book, I let my fingers and my long fingernails
dance over my husband's swelling cock.
I saw his knuckles turn white as he gripped the magazine
harder, but he didn't let it fall from in front of his
face. He leaned toward me and asked whether we were
still going to join the Mile High Club. I chuckled and
said, "Well, I'm certainly planning too!"
Soon my husband's cock was standing straight up and
forming a tent in his slacks. Pre-cum was forming on his
penis and spreading a huge wet stain across the light
material of his slacks. The college girl was staring at
his erection and my fingers lightly stroking it. Our
eyes met. I smiled and she giggled.
About ten minutes into the flight, the flight attendants
began the beverage service. Just as the beverage cart
was reaching his seat, the Black man rose and strode to
the back of the plane. Our eyes locked as he passed and
from his piercing look I knew he was accepting my offer.
I continued to stroke my husband's cock until the
beverage cart was just reaching our seats. I put down my
book and grabbed my purse. I told my husband that he was
to wait a few minutes before joining me at the rear of
the plane and that he wasn't to make any sort of scene
while passing the beverage cart.
As I was walking toward my tryst, I was so excited my
legs shook. My friend was nowhere in sight, but one of
the rest rooms showed the "Occupied" sign. I quietly
knocked and the door immediately opened. I squeezed in
and shut and locked the door behind me. My friend
started to introduce himself, but I silenced him by
kissing him. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and
ground my pelvis into his leg. When he finally regained
his breath I said, "it'll be more exciting if we don't
know each other's names."
I reached for his belt and quickly pulled down his pants
and underwear. I gasped when I saw his huge cock! My
husband only has a five inch dick, but this guy's cock
was at least eight inches long and nearly twice as thick
as my husband's. I had him sit on the toilet, his huge
ebony pole pointing toward the sky.
I opened my purse and took out the condom. I ripped it
open and began slipping it on his cock. He asked, "I
thought your husband licked the come from your cunt." I
laughed and told him, "Don't worry, he's going to lick
this all up!"
I then kicked off my shoes, took off my skirt and
shimmied out of my panty hose and panties. I straddled
his lap and rocked back and forth on his cock until it
was buried all the way in my pussy. As soon as it was
all the way in, I began to come. I fell forward, laying
my head on his shoulder as my pussy twitched and I
shuddered. When my spasms finally subsided, I sat up and
unbuttoned my blouse.
I unsnapped the front clasp of my bra and fully exposed
my tits to his view. He cupped my breasts in his hands
and began to softly lick one of my nipples. "No," I
said, "be rough -- give me some hickeys!"
That was all of the encouragement he needed. He squeezed
my breasts hard and began to lightly bite one of my
nipples. As he started to maul my breasts, I began to
gyrate my hips as I slowly slid up and down his dick.
In a few minutes we were both building to a violent
orgasm. He pulled his hands from my breasts and grabbed
my ass, pulling me tight against his groin and pushing
his dick as deep in me as possible. I could feel his
cock twitch as he spurted his come into the condom. Just
then there was a knock on the door and my husband softly
called my name. That sent me over the edge and I groaned
loudly as I came. My husband again knocked and I
regained enough of my composure to call out to my
husband to wait a minute.
We held each other and shared a deep sensuous kiss. I
stood and his cock slipped out of my cunt with a loud
squishing sound. I immediately began to roll the condom
off his cock, making sure to collect as much of his come
as possible in the rubber sleeve. When it was off, I
milked the final drops of sperm from his cock and
collected that in the condom too. I then tied it closed
and put it in my purse.
My friend stood and pulled up his pants. I handed him my
panties and told them that they were for him. I then
gave him the wrapper from the condom and asked him to
give it to my husband. I gave him one last kiss and let
him squeeze past me out the door.
As soon as he was out the door, I shut and locked it
again. I pressed my ear against the door to hear what
the two men would say. My new lover was chuckling and
complimenting my husband on what a hot little wife he
had. He then made a comment about what pretty panties
I'd and I could imagine him folding my panties and
placing them in his pocket in front of my husband.
I then heard him say, "Boy, did she have a tight cunt
and her white titties were so big and fine. Oh, by the
way, I think this must be yours." With that he handed my
husband the wrapper from the condom and laughed as he
strode back to his seat.
I put my pantyhose into my purse, closed my bra,
buttoned my blouse and put my skirt back on. The moment
I felt that huge prick inside of me I knew that I would
never be satisfied with just my husband's cock again.
Now I'd to face my husband and see if he could live with
this change.
I took a deep breath and opened the door. There stood my
husband, his mouth hanging open, the condom wrapper
clutched in his hand and a huge erection pressing
against his pants. I patted his cock and said, "Sorry
honey, but you were so late, I started without you. Now
go get cleaned up." With that I sauntered past him and
returned to my seat.
That night in our hotel room I'd him strip and then I
tied his hands behind his back with one of his neck
ties. I pushed him into a chair and then blindfolded him
with one of my scarves. I then went into the bathroom
and stripped out of my clothes. I took my lover's condom
from my purse and a pair of fingernail scissors. I also
got the remaining condom from my suitcase.
I put the new condom on my husband's cock and quickly
straddled him. I pushed my tits in his face and ordered
him to lick my nipples. As he complied, I told him about
my initiation into the Mile High Club and the fact that
I'd found that I wanted to have other lovers.
I asked him if he was willing to share me with other men
and he responded, "I'm your obedient slave." I then
removed the blindfold and he was able to see the bruises
and hickeys on my breasts.
His thrusts became more urgent and it was clear that he
was excited by the proof of my tryst. I then held up the
used condom before his eyes. His eyes widened and he
pulled his lips from my nipple as he saw how much of the
condom had been unrolled -- proof of my lover's size.
I pulled his head back to my breast and when he was
licking away once more, I cut the knot from the condom
and let my lover's come dribble onto my breasts. The
sperm was now clear, but it was sticky as it flowed
across my breast. The liquid ran across my flesh and
into my husband's mouth. As soon as he tasted it, his
cock began to twitch in orgasm.
Since that day, I've gone on the Pill and now my husband
really does lick my lover's come from my pussy! I now
have three steady lovers whom I see on a regular basis.
Each has a large, handsome prick. My lovers and I are
very discreet -- my husband doesn't even know their
identities.
I wonder what he'd say if he knew that one of my lovers
was his own boss. I must say that it's quite a power
trip to imagine your husband naked and on his hands and
knees scrubbing the bathroom floor with his toothbrush
while lying spread-eagled across his desk while his boss
pounds my pussy with his ten inch cock!
However, that's another story...
END
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