Household Duties

James and Ann were the parents to three children under the age of five. Ann was a successful lawyer in a family law practice and James stayed home raising the kids and taking care of their home.

The family dynamics worked wonderfully for the most part since James was happy supporting others and enjoyed even the most frustrating traits of children. What he could not stand was similar behavior in adults. Ann on the other hand relished in the attention of adults and had less patience with children.

After the birth of their third child the domestic bliss that had settled over the family began to slip away and a general air of dissatisfaction settled over the house.

Ann was doing well at work and had started to become overly comfortable with bossing people around and always getting her way. This attitude, coupled with James' aptitude to serving others lent itself to Ann treating her husband as an employee rather than a partner.

Ann would come home from work and would instantly start complaining about everything that was slightly amiss in the house. She failed to greet her children and her husband before airing her grievances. Ann also started to neglect the sex life that she and James use to cherish together.

When Ann started to talk about Mike, a coworker multiple times a day, James had had enough. James knew that Ann was not having or even contemplating an affair but it was still the final push over the proverbial cliff.

One night after the kids were in bed and Ann was getting ready for a relaxing evening, James prepared a glass of wine for his wife and finished cleaning. When Ann came down and grabbed her glass of wine, she started to complain.

"You know you coulda cleaned the table rather than getting me wine. It's not like you're going to get laid tonight.". Ann smirked as she thought she struck James in the heart and thus earning herself peace and quiet.

James simply sighed, dried his hands and approached his wife. James towered over Ann and was much larger than most men. He would easily be described as a gentle giant, but a giant none the less.

James gently grabbed Ann's ponytail and drew her head back. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" James asked calmly.

"What are you doing?" Ann demanded.

John pulled Ann's hair harder forcing her to her feet. "I cook for you, clean for you, take care of our children without your assistance when you are home and go out of my way to treat you like a queen. All you do in return is bitch and moan about everything.". James was so calm that it sent a chill down Ann's back.

Once on her feet, James guided Ann to the corner of the kitchen counter. Ann was known to occasionally pleasure herself on the corner of the counter but would never let James watch her no matter how much he asked.

"Maybe you need to rub one out" James whispered.

"Not in front of you and either way, you do not have any right to treat me like this." Ann felt her breath catch and felt butterflies in her stomach. She was apprehensive about the control James was demonstrating but her body was starting to crave this attention.

James guided Ann's body onto the counter, making sure every inch of her pussy was rubbed against the counter. James heard a small moan escape his wife and he knew that he had her hooked. But James wasn't just here to please his woman, he was here to reestablish balance to their marriage.

With this thought in mind, James yanked his wife's hair back while she started grinding herself on the counter. He kissed his wife's neck slowly working down her collarbone. As he reached into her shirt and rolled her large nipples, Ann started breathing heavily. She was closely approaching an orgasm and James wasn't going to let that happen.

"You don't get to cum" James sneered yanking her down off the counter. "Get naked slut."

Ann had never heard James be so in control of what he wanted. She groaned as her pussy ached with need as she took off her clothes. Ann could feel the cool air on her wet labia and that sensation made her shudder with a sexual desire she thought was gone long ago.

As Ann looked up at James wondering what to do next, he took out his cock and guided it into his wife's mouth. Ann instinctively put her hands up to help guide her husband into her mouth but he quickly pushed her hands away.

"You aren't here to give me a blow job slut, I'm going to use your face" James said with a stern confidence.

James grabbed the back of her head to hold as he started to pump himself into Ann's slobbering mouth.

"Why aren't you complaining now slut?". James rhetorically asked his wife. Her moans were starting to get more intense as he started to get closer to blowing his load.

James shoved his cockhead as deep as he could and then he removed it from her mouth. Ann looked up at James and hoped that her husband would finally let her have an orgasm. Being used by her husband was making her surrender to the erotic joy of submitting to James.

James started to masturbate over Ann's face, hoping his wife was enjoying this as much as he was. As James started to cum on his wife's face he growled with pleasure as his testicles felt the release of pressure.

"Now you have another mess to clean up" Ann jested.

"I'm not done with you slut" was James' quick reply.

Before she could wipe the cum off her face, Ann felt James forcing her to her feet. He bent her over the counter again but this time with her pussy exposed to the world. James got to his knees and was amazed at the amount of wetness in her pubic hair. He was drooling by the time his mouth made contact with his wife and the electricity from their contact was palpable.

James licked from her perineum down to her clit and back. Ann moaned loudly, resting her head on her hands. He started to lick around her clit and then pulled away. Then he started fingering her with two fingers, rubbing along the top wall of her vagina. With his other hand he slapped his wife's ass, not to hurt her, but to make sure she knew she was at his mercy.

"You think you can talk about Mike all day and ignore me?" James waited for an answer that obviously wasn't coming. He slapped her ass again eliciting a gutteral moan that made him hard again.

"Answer me slut"

"I don't know what you're talking about" Ann managed to whisper between moans.

"You have some little crush on him don't you?" James was not threatened by Mike in the least but this presented the perfect opportunity to remind his wife that he was her man.

"No... I don't want anyone but you" Ann said with a slight fear that James was serious.

James saw the cum running off her face and the sight was too much for him. He stood up and pushed himself into the dripping opening of Ann.

"This is my pussy" James grunted as he thrust his hips against his wife's butt.

"God yes. Fuck me James. I am your slut" Ann moaned the words as she finally felt the sweet release of an orgasm that made her knees buckle under the spasms.

James also started to cum when she proclaimed herself as his slut. As he came deep inside his wife, he pulled her head back so he could remind her one last time for the night that her coldness was over.

"You will not complain to me again slut. If you do then you better be prepared to pay." James heard a small smirk escape Ann. As he pushed her head back down, James finished his lesson with a simple reminder that he owned her pussy, and that she needed to remember that he, not Mike was the only man that she needed to worship. With this final statement, James knew his duty to take care of the house was done for the day.

Ann smiled as she stood up, with cum dripping from her face and leaking out of her pussy, that James was right. She had been distant and cold but she had just had the reminder that she needed fucked into her soul.