How Jocelyn’s Parents Met Married

(Author's Note: This will likely be the last part of the Gwen and Henry story, although it is possible I will write an epilogue about their retirement years at some point. I am glad many have enjoyed it and I thank you for the comments and constructive criticism.

This part brings the story full circle to where Jocelyn's parents first appeared in her reminiscences in the story, Officer Jocelyn. This is a few years before the present day of that story. Gwen and Henry are in their early 50s now. Heather is in college and Jocelyn turns 18 this day...)

Jocelyn came home from school happy as a clam! It was both Friday and it was her birthday! It meant she could be out very late that night with her friends because, well, it was Friday and her birthday. When she came through the door, she was surprised to both her mother and father in the kitchen. With her dad being the "homemaker" her entire life, she expected to find him there. But she was a little surprised, not unpleasantly so, to see her mother home from work so early. It was only 3:30 pm.

Jocelyn, just like her sister, Heather, admired her majestic mother immensely--a tall, powerful, authoritative woman with a successful career in business. She had been her role model, idol, even hero to her for her entire life. Jocelyn was not like some of her friends, who seemed to fight with their parents all the time, especially their mothers. She got along with both her parents.

But in her heart, her mom was her clear favorite because she was so smart and accomplished and did not put up with any crap from men, including her father, even though she had to admit that she never saw her dad ever treat her mom disrespectfully. Quite the opposite. He doted on her, did all the cooking and cleaning, kept the house an immaculate refuge for his busy wife, and shockingly seemed to wait on her hand and foot when they were together. He was always working for her, doing whatever she asked or wanted.

It was weird. Jocelyn loved them and admired their relationship--but it was weird. It was weird because it only seemed to be this way in her house, not the homes of any of her friends. In the case of some of her friends, it was clear that the husband was in charge. In others, the two parents seemed to have a more equal relationship. And in still a few others, the wife ran the household and the husbands deferred to them, but they also did whatever they wanted.

But her home was the only one that was clearly dominated by the wife--her mom. Indeed, Jocelyn liked to tell her friends that her mother wore the pants in their parents' relationship, clearly. All money decisions were hers. All important family decisions on vacations and activities had to go through her, even if she outsourced them to her husband for execution. In her own mind and in conversation with her sister, Jocelyn had been known to say that her mother ruled the house with an iron-clad fist!

She didn't really have a problem with that, but wondered why her father didn't chafe at it the way other fathers would. She sometimes chafed at it, after all! But she knew she had grown up in a very happy home. Either because of, or in spite of, her mother's status in the household, she never ever heard her parents fight about anything.

Oh, they sometimes got annoyed with each other--well, really, sometimes her mother got annoyed with her father about some small thing--but she had never heard either raise a voice to the other. And even when those annoyances occurred, they always ended with her mother saying something like, "we will talk about this later when the girls are in bed."

She never heard the results of any of those conversations, though on occasion she thought she heard her father apologizing to her mother behind the closed doors of their bedroom in a pleading tone of voice that she never heard any other time. But always, later, or the next day, her parents showed nothing but pure love, joy, and happiness with each other! She had never worried a moment that her parents might get divorced--also the unfortunate circumstance of a few of her friends.

As she came through the door, she greeted them both.

"Hi Dad--oh, hi Mom! I didn't expect to see you home this early!"

"It's your birthday!" Gwen replied. "I wanted to see you before you went out for the evening, we wanted to give you your presents" -- signaling with her face to Henry to go get them -- "and decided your father needed a little extra supervision today!" she said laughing. Jocelyn heard her father chuckle at that, too, from the dining room.

Henry brought into the kitchen a small handful of presents and set them on the table. "Happy birthday!"

Jocelyn smiled and reached for them but Gwen stopped her for a moment. "Hold up," and she picked quickly through the small pile, "here, save this one for last," she insisted.

Jocelyn then systematically opened the half dozen presents or so, thanking her parents for each, and then finally opened the last one. It was a beautiful diamond bracelet--one that Jocelyn had admired in a jewelry store on a girls night out with her mom and sister a few months ago. She remembered it and quickly thought how she enjoyed those nights with just her mom and Heather, because her mother would inevitably always use them to instruct the girls on big things, whether it was college, personal finance, or what have you.

"Oh, my God! Thank you! Thank you!" she shouted with glee. "It's beautiful! I love it!" She hugged Henry and then Gwen, but Gwen got the stronger hug because she knew it was her mother who authorized the purchase and paid for it. Having learned a lot of business-speak from her corporate mother over the years, her mother wasn't just the CEO of the house, but also the CFO. Her dad was, at best, the facilities manager. Although as she thought about it, he was kind of the CIO, too. He made sure to keep the computers in the house working.

"Again, happy birthday. You deserved it, you worked hard and we're proud of you!"

"So," her mom asked, "what's the plan for the birthday night with your friends?"

Jocelyn knew this was no idle question on her mom's part. She had to answer carefully or risk upsetting her evening plans.

"Tina, Alex, and Sam and I are going out to dinner and then probably to a movie. I will sleep over at Sam's later." She kept to herself that the movie was really a party at Alex's house, because her parents were away for the weekend.

"Sounds good, dear, but remember, do nothing stupid, and if you are in a situation for any reason, and you need us to get you, no questions asked, we will do it."

Jocelyn had her own car, a decent used Honda that she gotten when she was able to drive, but she knew what her mom meant. She had no intention of drinking, at least nothing significant.

"When are you headed out?"

"Oh, not until 7:30 or so."

Inwardly, Gwen groaned a bit at this. It was only 4:00. She had hoped Jocelyn was leaving sooner because it had been some time since she and Henry had had an opportunity to play their domination games and she had hoped to have a long evening subjugating and dominating her slave-husband. Of course, she didn't share that with her daughter. She would still have that long evening, but it would be delayed.

"Sounds good. Well, I need a bit of nap before dinner--how about you dear?" asking her husband.

Henry suspected that this wasn't a real question, but an order to have a nap with his wife. He didn't mind--he was a bit tired.

"Sure, I could use one, too."

So, both Gwen and Henry went to their room. They both rested on top of the bed covers, with their door open. The only thing that was said between them was when Gwen whispered in Henry's ear, "get some rest. The house will be empty tonight. Just the two of us. You have a long night ahead of you... slave!" As she did so, she grabbed his crotch and felt the cage that trapped her slave-husband's cock and reserved it for her use and her use alone. She then felt the key around her neck, under her blouse.

Gwen gave Henry a lasciviously evil grin and then laid back and closed her eyes. It did not take long to hear her deep breathing as she slept. It took Henry a bit more time to calm down after his wife's words, but he, too, recognized the need to get some rest, if his wife-Mistress planned to put him through the paces that night!

Both wife and husband ended up taking a long nap from which both emerged well-rested. Jocelyn was still there--it was only about 6:15. Henry immediately started dinner for Gwen and himself while she sat down in the living room to watch some evening news and chat with Jocelyn. Henry fixed his wife a drink and got whatever else she wanted.

Jocelyn always marveled at this dynamic. She couldn't remember a time when her mother did any work in the house--it was always her father doing it. In her friends' houses, it was the other way around! She hoped her future husband would be as good to her as her dad was to her mom.

Jocelyn didn't actively think about what that might entail. She had dated plenty of guys and had preferred more athletic types than her father, who she regarded as kind of, well, not athletic, nerdy really. Looking at then objectively, her parents seemed a mismatched pair. Her mother was tall, kinda large but well-proprtioned. Her father was much shorter and reedy. Side by side, her mother to be almost twice his size!

Still, taking life-long cues from her mother's behavior, she made sure she was the more dominant partner in her relationships. She always asserted herself over her boyfriends, as they either conformed to her wishes or she discarded them. She had a reputation of being bossy. As a result, sometimes those relationships ended spectacularly, but other times she broke the young men to her will. But nothing occurred with them that would have surprised or embarrassed her friends in any way.

Henry had successfully prepared a nice dinner by around 7:00 pm. In the middle of the meal, Jocelyn bid her parents goodbye and headed out to her friends. When both Gwen and Henry heard her car drive off, he looked at his magnificent, beautiful wife expectantly. Gwen did not disappoint.

"When we are done eating, you will clean up as always, then report to our bedroom immediately. There's a lot you will do tonight, starting with us showering together!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Both chuckled at that title, so popular in their relationship, and continued chatting through the end of the meal.

Showering together, Henry knew, was a euphemism for him washing his wife all over, slowly, and sensually. Gwen expected it to be an erotic experience and he mustn't disappoint her. Such events were usually followed by her sexual domination of him and he could hardly wait for that!

After the kitchen was clean--immaculate, the way Gwen liked it--Henry headed to their room. The door wasn't closed and Gwen was waiting for him, sitting on their bed, with her clothes still on. Gwen smiled broadly when Henry came in. The smile was for him, but also reflected her never-ending love for this man who loved and adored her--who she loved and adored in return--despite, no, because of, the fact that she dominated him, sexually and in everyday life. She loved how he genuinely worshipped the ground she walked on.

"Strip, Henry, my slave! You are going to be naked the rest of the night--other than what I choose to put on you!" She also handed him the key to his cock cage, which was understood by them both as permission to remove the cage for the evening's festivities.

Henry could barely contain his excitement! With both of them in their early 50s and with busyness at work and home, and especially with adult daughters in the house, it was not always easy for him and Gwen to get the time and privacy to have sex when they were in the mood. As a result, Henry was already ready to go, Gwen having placed the thought in his head several hours earlier, allowing his lust to grow in anticipation.

Henry did as his wife asked, removing all his clothes, and his cock cage. He then crawled on the floor--it was expected--over to her and kneeled in front of where she was sitting on the bed. Now free, his cock very quickly sprang to being fully erect in lustful, submissive anticipation before his beautiful, dominant wife. Gwen was thrilled that even now Henry was aroused just at the anticipation of what they will do together despite all the years behind them.

To Henry, Gwen appeared to study him. She, too, still lusted after her husband. She admired his much smaller, weaker, but attractively lean body, which showed little extra weight after all this time. She wished she could say the same about herself. She noted his receding hair and male pattern baldness and thought, the day is coming when I will make him shave it all off. She picked up a long riding crop that Henry hadn't seen from the bed. She gently stroked his body with it, up and down his arms, across his chest, around and on his face, as she gave instructions. She loved that he was naturally hairless over his chest and back, and she required him to keep his cock hair-free as well. She allowed hair on his legs and arms, lest the girls ask uncomfortable questions.

"All right, my dear slave, I am going to stand up and you are going to undress me. Then we are going to take a long luxurious shower together where you will wash every inch of my body."

Henry's cock couldn't help but twitch at the phrase, "every inch of my body," for he adored his wife's body. At a couple inches over six feet tall and around 230 pounds, Gwen carried her weight very well. Her body was quite tall, large, but well-proportioned with dominating breasts, each one of which was about the size of Henry's head, strong powerful legs that seemed to go on forever, and muscular arms, all of which benefited from regular workouts at the gym. Henry thoroughly lusted after Gwen.

She required Henry to stay in shape, to eat well, to stay thin, but he was prohibited from working out with weights. From early in their relationship, Gwen always loved her size and strength advantages over Henry. It made her physical superiority very real, along with the mental and, if she was being honest, intellectual superiority. Henry was by no means dumb. As a former school teacher, he was well-educated, but they both knew she was smarter and served as yet another reason that they both were content her being in charge in the marriage.

But as she worked out in the gym, she grew stronger than her husband more and more. In any physical contest between them--and she occasionally liked to engage in those contests--she was always the prohibitive favorite. Sometimes she would order Henry to wrestle her--naked of course!--but such matches never lasted very long--unless she allowed them to, which she did--to toy with him. Inevitably, she would wrestle his small wimpy body down until he was completely caught in her long, strong arms and legs, and he could do little more than struggle pitifully in her grasp.

She always laughed at him this way, enjoying his inescapable predicament as much as he did. She loved to toy with him endlessly, holding him, controlling him, teasing him, tickling him, sometimes for hours. Such events always ended the same way: he was exhausted and then she would then have her way with him. He was hers to do with as she pleased by right of conquest.

She did not have such a contest on the agenda this night. She was not really in the mood for that. She wanted service, obedience, and slavery--that was what she wanted for their first night alone in some time.

Henry stood up and Gwen did as well. He marveled as he looked up at his beautiful wife. Her 4-inch heels were still on, so she towered over him by nine inches--five in her barefeet. Henry began to undress his wife-Mistress: he unbuttoned and removed her blouse, revealing a satin black bra that struggled to contain and hold up her massive breasts. He lowered her pants, which revealed her groin also covered by a large black satiny pair of panties. Thigh-high stockings were held up by a garter. It always took his breath away to see how sexy his wife still looked to him after all these years. He kneeled down again and indicated a need to remove her shoes before the pants would come completely off, so using him as a brace, she lifted up one foot at a time so he could remove her shoes. Gwen smiled the whole time, occasionally chit-chatting or offering a comment, relishing the service her husband was providing her.

At that point, all that was left were her undergarments. Henry began with the garter and stockings, carefully, slowly, drawing them down her leg. Gwen continued to use her crop to stroke Henry's body as he worked. It would make him shiver at times, something Gwen enjoyed. Henry knew she enjoyed it because he could see small spots of moisture on her black panties as the undressing continued. Henry decided to do the bra first. He stood back up and walked behind his wife, slowly and carefully unhooking her bra and leading it first down and then around her torso. Her breasts now stood out for the world to see--if the world had a picture window to the unfolding events in their room. They were very large, they sagged some, but retained a magnificent shape.

Then Henry knelt back down again to remove his wife's panties. Slowly and gingerly, he drew them down, revealing a large but surprisingly firm buttocks--gyms will do that--and her large hairy groin that looked like a miniature Black Forest. The contrast between her hirsute nether region and his hairless one was a reminder for them both of her dominion over him and his status as her obedient slave-husband.

"Wait," Gwen said, "I was going to have you massage me after we showered, but I want you to do it now. Perhaps we will do more, but I want to feel your miracle hands on me." Henry had been giving Gwen regular massages for years and years now, so as far as she was concerned he had mastered what she liked. She laid down on the bed on her stomach and Henry set to work. He rubbed and massaged her body all over for a long time: legs, feet, back, neck, even buttocks. His cock throbbing the whole time, especially when she occasionally copped a feel of it. He just loved feeling her magnificent body!

"All right, Henry, I am going to rest in the afterglow of your excellent massage a bit. But before we shower, I want you to go to the hall bath and do your prep. Henry knew what that meant and left. About 15 minutes later he returned.

Finally, it was time for them to shower.

Gwen was so happy when five years ago they remodeled the master bath to create a large wet room with multiple shower heads and wall jets that allowed her body to be covered in water when she wanted. Wife and husband, Mistress and slave stepped into the shower when the water was warm. Henry grabbed a bath sponge and soap and began to systematically wash his wife from the neck on down. He took special care to slowly and sensually wash her breasts and groin, with Gwen frequently disrupting his rhythm to kiss him, constant interruptions that were not unwelcomed and served to remind him that she was in charge and this was her show.

After he rinsed her off with the hand held, he took a chance and moved to kiss her hairy pussy just to see what would happen. He didn't touch her but wondered what would follow. A rebuke for presumptuousness or encouragement. Gwen wasted not a second. She sat down on the shower bench and pushed Henry's face into her and held him there with both hands as water cascaded around them. Henry needed no further instruction as he immediately licked and probed and ate his wife out until she came so hard that she nearly forgot what was happening, as she so forcefully pushed Henry's head into her that he was deprived of air for almost two minutes before releasing him.