Taking Control 18

The headlights shone through the windows as Ethan parked his car and pressed the button to open the garage. It was nearly seven and I knew he normally finished work at five, so he had probably been down at the pub drinking again. Guess I should probably hide the nearly-finished bottle of wine from his view, best to let him think that I was only on my first glass of the day. Sure, it was okay for him to drink a few pints after work, but if I had a few glasses, I was the one who had a drinking problem. What had become of us? We had been married for nearly six years now, and we had been together for ten years. Had we been together that long that we knew each other entirely and were bored of the other already? Things used to be different. There was excitement, adventure, and lust. Back in the beginning we could barely keep our hands off of each other, now though we barely even spoke.

Ethan walked in the door and barely offered a glance in my direction before he headed to his man cave in the outhouse in the back garden. I'd objected of course when he first put the idea of his man cave towards me, but he wanted his own space and in truth, it gave me a little space from him as well. Over time, he spent more time there. Whether it was watching his sports, playing his computer games, or playing pool and darts with a few beers with his friends, he was in there almost all the time. A part of me thought he blamed and resented me for the fact I never managed to get pregnant so far, but he failed to realise there were two players potentially at fault for that game. Sure enough, we barely had sex in recent times, barely once a month and that was only if we were both a little drunk.

"Come join me for a drink honey," I said softly as Ethan came back inside after noticing he had run out of beer. He seemed reluctant at first, but he agreed and I asked him how his day had been.

"Same old shit. My shoulders are aching again." Ethan sighed.

It was a few weeks now since Ethan had complained about his body aching in various places, and it wasn't because he had a physically draining job either. He worked as a software developer under an ambitious young man named Sage. Ethan was a little jealous of Sage, but he would never admit it. Sage was young, handsome, well-travelled, and liked by pretty much everyone. Rather than dismissing Ethan's complaints, I sympathised with him and started rubbing his shoulders. This was my sixth glass of wine and I had read a couple of the sex personals in a magazine earlier, Sex had better be on the cards for this evening.

Inevitably, I got my way after we both had a couple more drinks each. I followed him upstairs, sighing to myself when I remembered the time we kissed up these stairs when we first moved in as he ripped off my clothes with a passion that was now long lost. He had carried me up the last few stairs then and pounced on me once he had placed me on the bed. Now, we both stood in the dimly lit room as we undressed in a very unexcitable way. Sex had become a mundane formality.

As I lay down on the bed, I tried to find some of that excitement somewhere within, but it was nowhere to be seen. It didn't help that Ethan had been in a bit of a slump recently. He didn't work out at the gym anymore, and he ate more and more junk. His lack of confidence and enthusiasm seemed to suck the fun out of the occasion and I felt no thrill as he penetrated me. The man was over nine inches long with an impressive girth, but he couldn't seem to get fully erect with me lately which wasn't exactly flattering. I guess I was going to have to fake an orgasm again so as not to hurt his feelings. Fuelled by the alcohol, I tried to replicate one of the stories I had read earlier, and I sucked on my finger and moved it towards his asshole.

"What are you doing Hannah?" Ethan asked confused.

"Just trust me.." I breathed, trying to sound sexy. Slowly, I pushed my finger inside his ass. Ethan groaned uncomfortably, but his body reacted to my intrusion. Wow, that was more like it. Like flicking on a switch, his cock grew fully erect inside of me. His energy was still lacking, but it felt better than it had done recently. Ethan didn't stop me from fingering his ass after that and judging by the sounds that were escaping his mouth, he was rather enjoying the sensation. It must have been so pleasurable for him that I felt his cock spasm before gushing its load inside of me. Well, at least I wouldn't have to fake it tonight.

"What about me?" I half-jokingly asked. He smirked and kissed my forehead before rolling over to drift off. Another night of disappointment it was then. In no time at all, Ethan was lightly snoring beside me. I deserved better than this. Not just better sex, but a better lover, someone who worshipped me like the goddess I was. It was only my love for Ethan that had prevented me from looking for something else and getting my kicks elsewhere. I was at my wit's end though, and if things didn't improve, I would regrettably have to leave him. There was no way I was spending the diminishing years of my twenties and beyond with sub-standard sex and a partner who didn't care about my pleasure.

Ethan's mood improved slightly the following week, but it didn't last for long. By the time he had returned from work Friday, he was quiet and distant again. There was a small part of me that worried he was cheating on me, but I didn't think he was capable of doing that. The reality was that I think he had got comfortable with his relationship with me, falling into a pattern where I prepared his lunch for work, cooked his dinner ready for when he got in, and did the majority of the housework. After all, he was the 'breadwinner' with a good career in software development, and I was the stay-at-home student who was studying law. His mood changed shortly after I passed my course, and was offered a part-time job at a law firm where I could work my way up. Suddenly, there were times when he didn't have his dinner waiting for him when he got in and there were times when he had to help out with the housework.

The sex improved a little now that he found that he enjoyed his ass being played with. There was even one night when I didn't have to fake my orgasm. The next Friday evening, we found ourselves talking about his newfound guilty pleasure over a few drinks. I told him that I'd read about it in one of my magazines and how well it had worked with a couple in that article. For the first time in our relationship, we went online and looked at forums full of advice on anal play from other people online and one of the next steps that kept popping up was pegging. Ethan was unsure he was ready for the next step, but his curiosity got the better of him and we spent the next hour shopping online for a strap-on dildo. After a few more drinks, we decided to buy a smaller-sized strap-on dildo that vibrated and had an insertable part to go inside me.

Excited by our purchase, and feeling a little horny from the drinks and the online research, I led Ethan upstairs to bed. He was going through the motions, but I ripped his shirt open and pushed him down onto the bed. Eying Ethan like he was my prey, I unbuttoned his jeans and took his hard, veinous cock in my hands. He reacted instantly as I stroked him slowly, pausing as I climbed onto the bed and on top of him. Ethan's eyes met mine with an intensity we hadn't experienced in a long while as I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. Motionless, he lay there as I rode him, kissing me when I lowered my face to his. It was the first time I'd been on top and I didn't realise the effort it took from my side. A tornado of lust built inside me that threatened to unleash itself, unable to contain it, I leant down to him as I slid up and down on his cock and took his nipples between my teeth. Gently, I suckled and nibbled on his nipples and he moaned in response. When I bit a little harder, he cried out and his eyes looked at me full of shock, but he didn't complain. I felt his legs starting to shake as he reached that point of no return and I lifted myself off of him. There was no way I was doing that again, letting him finish whilst I wasn't satisfied.

"Hannah?" Ethan questioned confused.

"Shh" I whispered and I positioned myself over his face. I told him to bring his legs up to either side of my legs as I straddled his face, and with a bit of a struggle, he managed it. In this position, his ass was right in front of me, and I felt him start massaging my clit with his tongue as I sucked my finger and started fingering his ass. Yes, this was more like it. The quicker I finger fucked his ass, the better he responded with his tongue. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this good with him. I could feel the pressure build as my legs started to shake and I inserted two fingers inside his anus, fucking him fast. As the pressure built to a climax, I noticed his legs shaking as well and I kept fucking his ass with my fingers as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me.

"Wow." I breathed, my legs still shaking as I climbed off of him. Ethan looked up at me sheepishly and I noticed that he had cum all over his chest, and some of it had landed on my abs. If I hadn't been sitting on his face, he would have covered it in his cum. Now, that would have been funny to see. I kissed him and told him to get cleaned up as I stretched out on the bed and pulled over the covers feeling somewhat satisfied for the first time in a long while. Contented, I drifted off before Ethan returned to the room.

I woke up the next morning and stretched with a goofy smile on my face. Memories of the night before played through my head, and I was instantly in a good mood. That good mood continued to grow when I smelt bacon and then saw Ethan carrying a plate with a bacon and cheese omelette on it.

"Good morning sexy." Ethan smiled as he handed me the plate.

I thanked him, briefly wondering whether this was bribery for something else, but when he didn't ask for anything, I realised this was his way of thanking me for the night before. It had been so long since Ethan had cooked me anything that I couldn't even remember the last time he did. He was in as good of a mood as I was this morning it seemed. Ethan was a good cook when he tried, and he'd done a good job with this omelette. It was so tasty that I was debating whether I should reward him for it with a blowjob. Before I finished the meal, the smart doorbell rang, sending an alert to both of our smartphones. It was a delivery guy with our package and Ethan ran down the stairs in excitement as he went to sign for and retrieve it.

Ethan had already opened the plain, brown box before he had reached the top stair, and I could see him opening the product as he entered the room. Teasingly, I took the strap-on from his hands the moment he had got it out of the box and inspected it. The silicone strap-on had a surprisingly soft texture, and when I pressed the button to go through the vibration settings, I was surprised by how intense the vibrations were. Unfortunately, we didn't have time to give the strap-on a test drive right now as we had plans to visit friends and family for most of the day. When I reminded Ethan of this, he groaned theatrically and reluctantly got dressed.

My mind was elsewhere as we had lunch with friends and went shopping. All I wanted to do was to go home and try out my new toy on Ethan. I can tell it was the same with him as well, he seemed distracted. When he went for a haircut, I read more stories on that forum site we had discovered the night before. I shifted uncomfortably, as I felt a jolt of excitement between my legs. Thankfully the barbershop was quiet this afternoon and no one was sitting close enough to me so that they may smell my growing arousal. It amazed me just how many people were into this lifestyle, and their stories fascinated me. I was so engrossed by one of the stories about a woman who kept her husband's cock locked up that I didn't even realise Ethan was finished with his haircut. He smiled at me and offered a wink when he saw which site I was on before we left.

Early evening, I met up with some friends for a few cocktails at a bar whilst Ethan met up with his friends for a few pints of beer at a pub. It had been a little while since we had all managed to be free for a night like this, and I was loving spending time with my girlies. Ethan was proving to be a distraction to my fun, sending me messages about looking forward to when we both got home and looking forward to having me inside him for a change. I couldn't help but smirk, instantly brushing it off when my friends offered me a questioning look. Ethan sent me another message saying he was leaving in a moment and I decided to say goodnight to the girls and jump in the taxi home with Ethan.

Our lips met the moment I sat down in the cab, and the young driver couldn't help but peek at us occasionally in the rearview mirror. Ethan paid the driver when we arrived outside our house and we both rushed inside and upstairs. We undressed awkwardly and then fumbled about trying to fit the strap-on. I used a little lube before inserting the smaller end inside me as Ethan strapped it firmly around my waist. I just about resisted swinging the strap-on around in a helicopter-style movement as Ethan turned on some sensual music before climbing onto the bed and laying on his back. We started kissing again before I started fingering his ass once again, slowly applying lubricant. Instantly, Ethan was rock-hard from the sensation, and already there were uncontrollable moans of pleasure escaping his lips.

Slowly, I positioned myself near Ethan's ass as he pulled his legs up to his shoulders and held them there. He wasn't as flexible as I was, so it was a bit of a struggle for him. Switching on the vibrator function of the strap-on, a moan escaped my lips from just how good it felt. I applied a generous amount of lube to the dildo part of the strap-on, and then slowly pushed the small dildo to his ass hole. He held my gaze as I pushed it in gradually. His eyes opened wide from the sensation, and I continued going in slow until I saw him wince. Carefully, I pulled back out until just the tip was in before I pushed back in. Gradually I picked up the pace, thrusting quicker as I found a rhythm. In this setting, the vibrator seemed to react to the intensity at which I fucked Ethan. The moment I started fucking him quicker, the vibrator turned up its intensity. Ethan was speechless, breathing heavily and moaning as his ass was being fucked by the small dildo. As I fucked him, I started stroking his cock, stopping occasionally to prevent him from cumming just yet. There was no way he was coming before me. To tease him further, I started playing with his nipples, stroking them between my fingers, lightly pinching and twisting them. I never realised before just how sensitive his nipples were.

It dawned on me whilst seeing Ethan like putty in my hands that I liked him like this. I enjoyed him being under me, the idea that I had taken control of the relationship. The thought alone was enough to give me the final push and I felt the intense vibrations help me orgasm as I cried out, clamping my teeth down on Ethan's nipples as an intense pleasure incapacitated me. The pain of my teeth biting down on his nipples seemed to be enough to push Ethan's cock to spew load after load onto his chest. Driven by my lust, I licked up his salty cum, and then reached down to kiss him. He groaned initially when he felt his cum in my mouth with his tongue, but he didn't stop. Sweat dripped off of me and I was breathing heavily as I removed the strap-on.

"Right," I said once I'd caught my breath. "I'm going to take a shower, care to join me for round two?"

Ethan grinned at me and then playfully chased me into the shower.