Leave It She Said

Last night Elise, my wife, came home, irritated, as expected, from a holiday dinner with her father and his domineering, much younger wife. Usually she needs to talk for a while to calm herself but last night she didn't want to talk.

She sat at the kitchen table with me and grew annoyed. "Just use control Z" she scolded and stood up taking the mouse from me and making a fix to my bungled nascent Adobe Illustrator effort to create a mandala.

Later, as a I lay in bed she came out of the bathroom shower wrapped in her thick white terrycloth bathrobe. She'd put her hair up. Her face looked fresh and clean, and she grinned mischievously. She turned her body to face me, laughed, opened her bathrobe, and there from her waist bobbed a small red dido extending out of the strap on belt she'd put on.

"Really," I said, amused, thinking this was a bold but playful show she had no intention of following through on.

I should explain that my wife has next to no interest in anal sex with one delicious exception being, that on occasion, when I am fucking her missionary style, she sometimes reaches back, pulls my ass cheeks apart and whispers, "What do you think a bull would do if he was standing behind you right now?"

Of course when she says this I cum within seconds. I was never a premature ejaculator until I became her cuckold.

She leaned over the bed and let her bathrobe fall away and the dildo poked out from her pubic area like a small, stiff erection.

"No, really,' she mocked. "Get down on the floor, on your hands and knees and open up for me."

I'll skip the details. It had been more than three years since she'd penetrated me and it hurt. It really hurt. With family, friends and coworkers my wife is as gentle as a doe. Even with me, she's mostly easy going except at times, when she gets into Mistress role and then her gruff roughness often surprises me.

When she was done, and she'd told me I wouldn't be cumming, she took the strap-on off and set it on a small chair. After she'd used her vibrator to cum several times and was ready to sleep, she said, "Make sure you put the strap-on back in our toy chest before you come to bed."

I got sidetracked with a shower and email and my Illustrator mandala that I never finished and fell asleep, forgetting to put her strap-on away as she'd asked.

Early the next morning, when she was on her way to work, and I was still in bed, I got a text from her.

"You never put the strap-on away. Not good Leave it sitting on the chair. Sylvia's coming to clean the house today." (

I wrote back.

"Isn't that kind of abusive? She's not coming to participate in our sexual adventures. Leaving it out is exploiting her, using her."

"What a considerate boy you are. I said leave it out. So, leave it out."

Usually my wife hates the idea of our play becoming public. Something was up. She'd flipped on a switch she hadn't flipped off. I texted back. "Yes Mistress."

I'd thought I'd be alone with her, but Elise came home before Sylvia arrived.

When the three of us entered the bedroom. My wife looked at the dildo in the chair, snarled and nodded at the toy.

"I told you to put that away."

I sighed. She was role playing.

"I know..."

Before I could finish my sentence Elise reached up and slapped me across the face.

"Go, put it away!"

I winced. She'd never hit me. Never. Tears filled my eyes. I flushed, weak, embarrassed, taken down. I felt humiliated.

I could hear her as I closed the closet after putting away the strap-on.

"I'm sorry, Sylvia. My husband can't follow simple directions. "

Sylvia smiled warily, looking down.

After she left, I asked Elise. "What's up? You seem to be in Mistress role since you got home last night."

"I have," she said. "Driving home I realized the only lasting relationship my father had was the one where his wife dominated. That was true of my mother too. For 25 years my mother dominated her 2nd husband who would have knelt at her feet every morning had she asked. It occurred to me that's what will keep us together. Now, bend over."