At the time this tale took place, my wife, Miriam, and I had been married for 12 years, but separated for just over 3 months. I had known for a while that she was letting at least one other man fuck her, and I then discovered that when she got home from work (as a teacher she got home long before me)she would often masturbate, using sex magazines I had bought, so that by bedtime, when I wanted sex, she had had enough, So I had walked out.
However, on the evening this all began I had called, at her request, to see her. I had no advance knowledge of why she wanted to talk to me, but I turned up, expecting another interminable tirade detailing how much money I should be giving her, and why. Miriam let me in, offered coffee and cake, and generally behaved as if we were still together. The conversation was random, and I was beginning to glance at my watch, bored with all this, when she went to the kitchen to put the kettle on again, then, coming back into the lounge she hesitated just slightly, then straddled the arm of my armchair and began to move backwards and forwards. I must have been open-mouthed because she smiled and murmured "girls need it too, you know".
I cannot deny I was aroused. This was blatant. I watched her for a few seconds, then just lifted the front edge of her skirt - she was wearing panties, and the view I had told me she'd been thinking about this moment for a while. The light blue crotch was dark with her juices.
"So," I said, "is this what you do when you get home? Before I arrive?" My wife kept up the rocking motion and just nodded. "What happens next?" I asked, and before I could expand on my query she had stood up and began to undress. Her clothes came off as if by magic, and in a twinkling she was naked, whereupon she sat on the floor in the middle of the room, her cunt towards me, lay back and began to masturbate her cunt with her right hand, her left hand lifting one of her good sized tits and fondling it. Taken by surprise by this wonderfully lewd behaviour I sat still for a couple of minutes, entranced by the sight of my wife behaving so sluttishly. Then I pushed myself from the chair onto my knees beside her to finger her cunt, alongside her own hand. She mewed quietly and, leaving her cunt to me used both hands to fondle and tweak her titties. My cock was straining, obviously the effect she wanted, and my hands were enjoying them selves, but in my mind I was trying to sort my thoughts.
This was such a blatant attempt to seduce me - she knew how much I liked fucking her. But something was edging to the front of my mind. I started to get angry at her, I realised that as usual she was trying to get control of me, to presumably entice me back home, and the promised sexual heaven would be turned off as soon as I moved back.
Without saying a word I stood up. She stopped touching herself, uncertain of my next move. I sat myself on the arm of the chair, the one she'd been humping, and just beckoned her. My wife looked at me, then stood up, walked up to me and without a word draped herself over my knee. Never before had anything like this happened between us. I hesitated but briefly, then started to spank her oversized bare bottom.
I went from one buttock to the other, backwards and forwards, not too hard but enough that after half a dozen spanks she began to moan a little. With pain not desire I might add. I stopped, and ran my hand over her bum, letting it linger close to the crack between her legs, which she immediately opened a little. I didn't take the hint but told her to stand up. She scrambled off my lap and waited to see what I would do now, her nipples quite hard and her hands fluttering over her tits.
"Stop that" I ordered and was amazed at the immediate obedience. I needed time to think. I had her at my mercy, just how could I exploit this? "Go and stand in the corner. Hands on your head" I raped, and to my delight I was again obeyed. She stood in the corner of the room, her hands firmly on her head and her reddened bum glowing at me.
Time to make up my mind. A good fuck, then off to my new home and the pub? Or.....
Played right I could get a lot of pleasure here, she was obviously of a mind to do whatever it took to get me back. Telling her not to move I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. I walked quietly to the lounge door and saw that she was, indeed, obeying and not moving. The sight, again, of the red bum and the knowledge that I had control - for now - made me step back and take my cock out. It was so erect! Without further thought I began to wank myself and it was a matter only of minutes before I came, a great creamy burst. I wiped myself dry on a tea-towel and put the now relaxed cock away. There would be more for it soon.
Now I re-entered the lounge, sat back in the armchair and sipped my coffee. She half turned her head to see what I was doing and I shouted "eyes front!". Miriam straightened at once. Boy was I laughing inside!
As I drank my coffee I planned the next phase - and when I'd finished I went and stood behind my wife. She waited.
"OK, Miriam, when I give you permission you'll put back on the panties you so happily threw off just now. Then, I'm going to spank you again and.."
"Oh please, Alan, no. Please!! I'll..I'll be good. I promise." Miriam turned and flung her arms around my neck, tears in the corners of her eyes. "I won't ever ..er..I won't ever ever let any other man touch me."
