The following are actual events that I could not have planned out and coordinated if I had tried.
Here is a little bit of background info on my wife and I. We have been married over 5 years and are very happy. We are constantly trying to improve our marriage/relationship one way or another. Like many other couples, we do not discuss sex outside of what she whispers or screams mid thrust. We are working on this.
My wife has a small build, very petite and is very affectionate. She is soft spoken and definitely likes to be led in the bedroom. I am very muscular and have always been recognized by others, and especially my wife, as a dominant figure... Spoiler alert! I have a strong desire to be submissive. I had never expressed this to my wife; just subtle hints here and there. She was not picking up on them. This is the story of the events that opened the floodgates for our Dom/Sub switch.
It had been a busy couple of months. I had been in and out of the states for work and she had been super busy also. I had really been missing her and had not had a chance at a romp in the sack in over a month.
It is important to note here that I do not normally look at porn. I know that sounds really weird coming from a guy writing on Literotica. But I can say, first hand, that pornography (especially when beat off to in secret) does not strengthen a relationship.
It was a Tuesday and we both had an open evening. I was getting really excited! A little too excited... I suddenly realized that I was not going to last 10 seconds inside of her, if I even get that far before blowing my top. My wife was not due home for another half hour so I decided to rub one out. "Never go in with a loaded gun."
I unzipped my pants, pulled out my meat, and started working up a rager while I clicked on my tablet. Fearful of my wife walking in on me, I got up and headed to the bathroom. As I was walking across the living room, pants around the knees, tablet in my left hand and cock in my right...
She walks through the front door and we are face to face. She's the truck with the headlights and I am the helpless deer. Needless to say, she let me have it.
"We haven't had a single night together in a month and a half. And the first time we do, you're jerking off to porn???" she said.
What I wanted to respond with was: It's not what it looks like! I just wanted to blow a quick load so I could last longer for you tonight. I don't want to be a two pump chump because we haven't banged in so long! But what I responded with was something like "I'm nah... Its uhh... Don't umm..."
She did not stop there, "What were you even looking at? Show me! Come on, show me!"
I honestly answered, "Nothing, I didn't have a chance, I was just about to..." I'm really good at sticking my foot in my mouth.
She went into our room and closed the door. Pissed. So I did everything I knew to rectify this situation. I went and got ice cream, flowers, made chocolate covered strawberries and my world famous grilled cheese. I had just finished lighting the candles and setting the table when she came out of the room. One look at the strawberries and she was able to speak to me again, still pissed though.
I was putting our plates in the sink when she reached in the freezer, grabbed the ice cream and 2 spoons and said "we'll need this later." She reached over and grabbed my cock and said "but I need this now." I could tell she was still pissed with me but I believe she was more sexually frustrated than angry.
She led me into our room still holding my cock through my pants. This was not my careful affectionate wife that I was used to. We did not make it two feet into the room when we just started attacking each other. This was the roughest we had ever made out. I took off her shirt and pushed her on the the bed and while I pulled off mine, she sat up and was un-buckling my pants. That is when I realized that I had forgotten about what started this whole ordeal! I never got to rub one out and I was going to be a huge let down to my now sexually enraged spouse...
What could I do at that point? I had to make a decision: 1) Try every technique I had ever learned about lasting longer, or 2) fein a stomach ache. I decided to go with option one. I felt like Horatius at the bridge, facing terrible odds and my manhood on the line.