Liam had always subscribed to the Woody Allen theory that 90% of life is showing up.
Basically it was a metaphor for the idea that perseverance pays off. Liam had used it in his school career, his professional career and in his sports endeavors and had always, eventually, been rewarded. Even in his sex life with his wife Liz, it always seemed to work.
But not this time.
He had asked her for one thing over and over and over again and had always been rebuffed. He asked for his birthday – nope; their anniversary – no dice; Christmas – sorry. But he kept at it. It wasn't like not getting this was bad – their sex life was already more than satisfying; but it was something that he always fantasized about.
So..as his 45th birthday approached, Liz asked him what he wanted. Liam's reply? "You really have to ask?" Liz just rolled her eyes, shook her head, smiled and walked away saying, "Well, at least you are consistent!"
Woody would be proud! He would also have smiled knowingly just a few minutes later when she came into the living room, shut off the TV, sat across from Liam and said, "So...let's just say "hypothetically" that I would agree to this...tell me what's involved." After the shock wore off his face, Liam answered, "It's quite simple really..I want a weekend where you will do whatever I ask, no questions asked, no refusals and no repercussions."
"So you want a sex slave for the weekend."
"Um..no..I wouldn't say a slave – maybe a servant. I'm not into whips and chains and humiliation and cliché stuff like that. I don't want to dominate you any more than I want you to be subservient to me. I just want you to trust me so completely that you are willing to give yourself to me."
Liz replied, "But baby, I DO trust you – completely!"
Liam looked directly at his wife, "I would disagree." When he saw anger flare up in Liz's eyes he said, "Let me explain. Yes, you trust me, but that trust comes from a different place than I'm talking here. Your trust comes from the fact that no matter what, no matter how much I want something or want to do something, if you say "No" or "Stop" even if we are right in the middle of something, you know I will comply. I love you that much and respect you and our marriage that much. The trust I'm talking about comes from you surrendering yourself to me and not questioning me, not saying no to anything and not stopping me and trusting that, while I may take you to a place that is outside of your comfort zone, it's not "bad" and it's what I want. And I won't have to justify myself, ask nicely, beg or anything like that. Baby, our sex life is great, but there are times that I want more and I hold myself back because I know you will put the brakes on. I don't go there so I'm not disappointed, but I can't say that it doesn't bother me sometimes."
Liz's face clouded over and Liam immediately thought that he had upset her, but something told him not to say anything. Liz was, for sure, upset and she wanted to argue, but the truth was Liam was right. She was always "in control". Not controlling, but very sure of her boundaries. Liam called her the "hall monitor" because she made sure those in her life that she loved were safe and secure. Had she gone too far? Maybe as she aged she was becoming more and more controlling and less willing to cede control to anyone else.
She gave Liam a look he couldn't quite decipher (although he knew it wasn't happiness) stood up, turned away from him and walked out of the room.
"Well," thought Liam, "Put that birthday present on hold – indefinitely!"
And he did. He put all of those thoughts out of his mind over the next couple of weeks and just got on with the day to day grind of making a living. Liz was back to her normal wonderful self, loving, caring and an amazing wife and mother. So it certainly came as a shock to him (initially at least) when he saw a text message on his phone from Liz and read it.
"Ok, here's the deal. I'm not doing a gang-bang, I'm not going to have sex with you in front of a big group of people and if you want me to do another woman, or you want us to do it with another couple, I want to know who they are first. If you are ok with that, I'll give you want you want for your birthday."
Liam chuckled to himself and thought, "I shouldn't have been so surprised." Typical Liz thinking it over and over and over again before making a decision. However, after reading the text several times he reluctantly sent her the following simple reply.
"Thanks for the offer, but I'll decline."
Liz must have been waiting at her phone because her reply was almost instantaneous. "What? Why – this is what you wanted!"
Liam's reply: "It's simple really. You are giving me what I want, but it's under your terms. I'm not saying I want to do any of the things that you mentioned before, but the whole point of what I want is for you to surrender your need for control and TRUST me enough to do whatever I want. NO CONDITIONS. So..while I understand that even this much was hard for you, thanks but no thanks."
Liz had to agree – he was right again. What was it about her that had to have just that little bit of control? She completely trusted Liam so what was the problem? Could she finally let go and just "Let it Happen?" Then it hit her – a compromise that she was sure Liam would go for.
Liam heard his phone beep with a message and his cock turned to stone immediately after reading Liz's reply; she was right – this was a compromise he would definitely go for!
"Ok – you're right. So..here's my offer. Total surrender..no questions, no conditions, no saying no...BUT..at a weekend of my choosing in the future, we change roles."
When Liz read his reply she was not surprised, "Oh..I think that is a very workable solution!"
There was no other correspondence between the two of them for the rest of the day, but that didn't mean it wasn't right at the front of both of their minds. Neither could think of much else as their day wore on and both had to pay extra attention while driving home. It was pure serendipity that caused them both to arrive at home within seconds of one another. As Liam emerged from his car, the telltale bulge at the front of his pants confirmed to Liz what she already suspected and the obvious imprint Liz's nipples were making in her silk blouse told Liam that they had exactly the same thing in mind.
Not a word was spoken as they entered the house. A quick "Emma?, Are you Home?" from Liz confirmed, thankfully, that their daughter was indeed at her part-time job and wouldn't be expected home until later that evening. Liam grabbed Liz's hand and fairly dragged her up the stairs to their bedroom where they both frantically stripped away their clothes. Liz was a beat quicker than her husband and as the last of his garments hit the floor she pushed him onto the bed on his back, threw her leg over him and immediately impaled herself on this rock-hard cock.
Still, no "words" were spoken...just a collective exhalation as pent-up desire met with at least some measure of relief. Liz was crazy with lust; she reached down and grabbed two handfuls of Liam's chest hair and used them for leverage as she simply rode him – bouncing up and down on his fat cock. Liam reached up and grabbed Liz's tits and roughly squeezed them – flicking her pebble-hard nipples in time with her descents on him. This was not love-making; this was pure, animalistic need. By the time they were done – Liz cumming first and coating Liam's cock and balls completely and soon after Liam painting the inside of Liz's velvet pussy - they were covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Liz was collapsed on her husband, totally out of breath, pussy still twitching and spasming around its wonderful invader.
Finally, Liam was able to catch his breath and calm down enough to speak, "Well, it seems like I'm not the only one that got turned on by our text messages today!"
"Oh my god", Liz replied, "I could barely get through the rest of the day – it's been a long time since I've been that horny."
"So, tell me, what made you change your mind after all this time?"
"Well, it was a lot of things. When we talked a few weeks ago I have to admit that I was pretty upset – but not at you – I was upset at myself. You were totally right. I do trust you because I know that no matter what, if I say no, it's no – you respect me and us that much. But that's not so much trust as it is control – you were right again. I realized that that's kind of how I'm put together – how I'm "hard-wired" - but it's not right. You aren't asking for something unreasonable. We've been together so long that I think I have a pretty good idea of the kinds of things that you desire and even if it's not my cup of tea, if I REALLY trusted you I would go along. You were absolutely right in rejecting my first text – it was pathetic and your reply twigged something in me. I suddenly realized that maybe being totally out of control might be liberating. That sometimes I say no not because I don't want to, but because I think I shouldn't – how sick is that? That maybe what you want is exactly what I NEED and then all of a sudden it hit me. I was thinking about how much fun you were going to have and wondering why you should get all the fun when I got the idea of reversing roles. It was perfect – you have total control and then I have total control. So that's when I sent you the text and honestly, when I read your reply, my pussy got so wet so fast I couldn't believe it – and I spent the rest of the day thinking about fucking your brains out when we got home."
"Well", Liam replied, "your text had pretty much the same effect on me"
"Oh really? Do tell!"
"Not right now, I have something to do first."
"What could be more important than this?" Liz replied
