This is a story about a man who wants to please his wife and ends up submitting to her. It includes the concepts of female domination and male submission. It is a work of fiction.
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It was Saturday which meant I was spending the morning taking care of yard work and tending to odd jobs around the house. I usually completed what I needed to get done by lunchtime, leaving the afternoon and all day Sunday to hang out with Jodi or head off to do the guy stuff I enjoyed doing. Normally I'd be off to play some golf or go to a ballgame but this was the first real hot spell of the year and with temps in the mid 90's, I was content to relax next to the pool and partake in my favorite adult beverage.
Jodi, my wife of nearly 10 years was content to dangle her feet in the cool pool water. She was browsing through one of her women's magazines while sipping on her second or third Margarita of the day.
She had been enjoying the sun and pool all morning and was probably feeling pretty good by the time I joined her. There were some sandwiches on the table next to her and a six pack in the cooler. I was hungry so the food came first followed quickly by a couple of beers to get in the right mood. I was starting to feel the effect of the alcohol when I noticed she had put her magazine down and was staring at me.
She had one of those "looks" which told me we were about to have a conversation about something that probably wasn't on my agenda for the afternoon. It was the look she got while trying to figure out how to bring up a subject that would invariably led to a heated discussion. When she got that way I found the best plan of action was to attack.
"What?" I asked. "I know you've got something on your mind Jodi, so what is it? Something thought provoking in that magazine you were reading? Another article about how to have a successful marriage written by some 'expert' who's probably on their third or fourth by now?"
She knew I didn't think much of the articles she read. She'd read something written by some educated idiot on how to be 'a sensitive lover' or 'how to succeed in a meaningful relationship' and then we'd spend all afternoon discussing it. In the end I'd usually give in and we'd head to the bedroom for some quality 'make up' sex. It was kind of a cat and mouse game I played with her. I'd shoot holes in the crap she had read and tell her the author was an idiot and then give in before things got too far out of hand.
In reality, some of the articles she read were actually pretty good, but it was fun listening to her try to defend them. In the end, I ended up being the big hero by agreeing with her so she felt obligated to do something for me.
Jodi was 25 when we got married. I was a few years older and was now approaching the big 4-0. The honeymoon lasted for a couple of years. The sex was great, and often, and we spent all of our free time together. Children weren't on our agenda as we both wanted to get established in our careers.
After ten years together the children still hadn't come. Jodi still wanted to be a mother but we realized that our hopes of parenthood were diminishing. We even discussed the possibility of adopting, but held out hope for a child of our own.
As our frustration mounted, sex had become less frequent and unfulfilling. In our earlier days, we'd have a sex marathon that lasted all night and then a repeat performance the next day. Now, one or two good shoots and I was done. I'd roll off and pretend to go to sleep, knowing that I hadn't satisfied Jodi's need. I suspected that's what her article was about.
"Why don't you love me anymore?" Jodi asked. "Aren't I attractive to you? It seems like you just pump away for a few minutes and unload and then you're done. Hell honey, I'm just getting started and you're rolling off going to sleep?"
I thought for a moment before answering her. I knew this wasn't the time for my usual cat and mouse game. This was something that really concerned her, and for her to even suggest that I didn't find her attractive was a trigger that made me realize that this was something we needed to talk about.
"Honey, you know that I love you." I replied. "I know I don't tell you how beautiful you are very often, and I'm sorry for that. I realize that I haven't been taking care of your needs like I used to, but the fact is, I'm getting older and just can't perform like I did ten years ago. I pretend to go to sleep after sex because it embarrasses me. My doctor tells me it might be stress but as men get older... It's just part of the aging process. He told me he could give me a sample of those ED drugs but you know how I feel about them."
"I was reading an article today about how couples deal with a decreased sex drive as they get older." Jodi replied. "According to the article we need to change our routine; explore fantasies, have sex in unusual places; be spontaneous. It talked about how women are reaching their prime by middle age while men have peaked and are on the decline."
"Yeah, I know all about decline." I replied. "You know how tired I am when I get home. I guess all the stress at work probably has something to do with it. Maybe we could try a weekend get-a-way?"
"That'd be a start." Jodi said. "But there are other things we could try as well. How about hours of sexual teasing and denial. I'd love to tie you to the bed and slowly masturbate you for an hour before giving you a long and sloppy blow job."
Jodi was sitting next to me now. She had loosened the top of her two piece and was massaging her melon sized tits. Jodi was still a beautiful woman with an hourglass figure. She wasn't the petite girl of her twenties; now she was a luscious woman in her mid-thirties with larger than average breasts and a proportionally curvaceous bottom.
She reached over to rub my cock and found it had risen for the occasion. She pulled it out and started to stroke it while taking her hand from her breasts and pulling her bottoms aside to finger her sex.
"See how a little dirty talk can get the attention of Mr. Happy." She said.
"You know there's some other stuff we could try." Jodi added as she continued to stroke me. "Oral sex for example. A little oral to get me going before Mr. Happy takes over might help. You know how much you like a blow job before sex, well, I think it's only fair..."
"I don't know." I interrupted. "You know that's not something I really enjoy doing. It's just not something I feel comfortable with."
We heard some noise coming from next door. We had planned to have dinner with Paul and Cindy and it sounded like Paul was firing up the grill.
Jodi continued stroking my cock. I kept whispering to her that the neighbors could see us if they came over to the edge of the yard. I suggested that we go inside so we wouldn't be discovered but she just kept stroking. Whenever I got close she slowed down or stopped until the urged passed.
Finally she stopped and let me recover, only to engulf the head a few minutes later with her soft and wet lips. I tried to suppress my moans of ecstasy but it was difficult, and the thought of being caught by our neighbors only added to the excitement. I was begging Jodi to let me cum but she just pulled up my shorts and told me it was time to get ready for dinner.
"Don't you dare masturbate." She announced. "I have plans for you when we get home and you're going to need all of your strength. If you want to cum tonight, you're going to have to find a way to get me off first. Now, let's get ready for dinner. We're already late.
Sunday found me on the internet doing some research. I read an article entitled "How to drive your partner crazy with oral sex and other techniques". I downloaded it and other articles, stories and pictures that I found interesting. It was late when I was done and Jodi was wondering where I was. I realized I had hundreds of files hidden in a folder on the computer. I figured I'd browse through them whenever I had some spare time.
Every evening I read the stuff I had downloaded and browsed through the pictures. It was like taking a dose of Viagra. I was erect when I made it to bed and Jodi seemed to appreciate my renewed interest in her. I think she even managed to have an orgasm.
I decided to join a couple of chat sites. I wanted to chat with other people about things I was confused about. For the first couple of weeks I didn't do much chatting. I'd just sit and read what others typed. It was then that I started chatting to a woman named Amy. It was almost as if she knew me. We'd chat for hours and soon I was comfortable telling her almost anything she wanted to know about my fantasies.
She told me she was a dominant woman and enjoyed playing with submissive men. I told her that I didn't think I was a submissive but had read about it on the web. She gave me links to other sites that explained the concepts of a Female Led Relationship more completely.
She asked me if I was interested in doing some of the things I had read about. I told her I wasn't sure, but even if I was, I didn't think my wife would be interested.
"You'll never know until you ask." Amy typed. "Tell her you want her to spank you. That's not something that's too kinky; in fact a lot of couples use spanking as a form of foreplay. Beg her to do it for you. Tell her you will do anything she asks for a week if she will spank you."
"I don't know." I replied. We've never done anything like..."
"DO IT!" She typed. "I want to see pictures the next time we chat. You can PM them to me on this site so no one else will see them. Have your wife take you across her knee and spank you. You know you want it."
Even though I had no idea who Amy was, and there wasn't any way for her to enforce her demands; it was a challenge that I couldn't resist. I thanked Amy for the chat and signed off.
A few days later we were lying in bed. I was stroking Jodi's thigh and kissing her on the neck.
"Honey," I began. "Are you serious spicing up our sex lives?"
