Assignments

My first published story is both true and here because our Lit. friend challenged me to post it. Thank you, Austin, it has been one hell of a ride, and I am looking forward to so much more.

A bit of background...

My wife and I have had a great relationship in our 20-plus years together, and still truly enjoy being together. We had a vibrant and modestly adventurous sex life, but there was a nagging barrier between her desires and the image she wanted to see herself reflecting. In short, my loving caring, giving wife, mother of my children has an inner slut that she could never feel comfortable letting out. At times, when she did feel less inhibited, she would say she longed to be more sexually adventurous but resisted even entertaining things that would conflict with her well-crafted persona of "the Good Girl." Then something unexpected happened, she had an experience that pulverized the barrier in a single night (perhaps another chapter later). Since then, she has been on a journey to engage in the fantasies she used to resist.

I recommended Literotica as a resource and she soon found Audio's really turned her on. Then she surprised me by joining in on the Forums and began to post and chat. Messaging others on the Forums has become the primary vehicle for her exploration now. One of the connections she made was with Austin. He DM'd her when she made an early post about "exploring things" to caution about sharing too much. He coached her on how to remain anonymous and how to check the creeps that scuttle about there. Soon they were messaging about other things when she told him about audio being a turn-on, especially "...a man giving me instructions". Austin began giving her daily instructions, he called them "Assignments"...

Ding*

It was a text from my wife. I was at work, but I knew that she had been chatting with Austin. Finding a place to open my phone I read her text.

"Ugh, I have an assignment, I don't want to do it."

Curious I opened Litorotica Forums to see if I had a message and saw a notification from him.

Austin: "Hey, do you think you'll have some time tonight away from the kids?"

I typed out a response, "I think I can arrange that, is this part of an Assignment?"

Austin: "Yes, I already sent it to her"

Me: "Oh yeah, she just texted "I don't want to do it" so you better tell me, just in case, I would hate for her to have an incomplete".

Austin: "Definitely. She needs to be punished for her slutty actions lately. She is to kneel before you and confess what she did today while you were at work. She is not allowed to orgasm before the assignment and the punishment are complete."

My cock twitched and rolled. The thought of her kneeling and telling me the dirty things she did was an image that caused all manner of reactions. He had been giving her assignments for several weeks and those sexy instructions lead her to masturbate every day, often multiple times a day. We had agreed that this was her journey but that to keep us close she would tell me everything, just not all the details so thoughts of her doing so, while on her knees, were animating my arousal.

I was on simmer for over an hour thinking about what was going to happen when I got home. Just before clocking out, I stuck on one detail in Austin's message, and sent him a quick message:

Me: "I must admit, I am unfamiliar with her acting this way, what would you recommend as an appropriate punishment? My initial thought is to reward her obedience, she has been such a good girl, so I want the penalty to fit the crime."

As I walked to my car a notification came in DING*, glancing down it was from him.

Austin: "She needs to be spanked. Honestly, I've never delved into it before, but I pressed her about appropriate punishments, and she hinted about being spanked. I am going to give her to you for the punishment, you are to spank her, over your knee and punish her for being so naughty with another man."

I sat in my car for several minutes my mind spinning. We had tried spanking before, but she was too nervous then to let herself go, so this new instruction had me all over the place. Ultimately, it turned the dial up to eleven on my excitement. I sent off a quick text message to my wife that I was on the way home and one off to Austin that, "I so got this!". She responded before I left the parking lot to let me know that our daughter had stayed in town to work out and hang out with her friends. Good. One down.

With only one at home, and after kissing my visibly nervous wife, I went and found our son in his room on his X-box with headphones. I asked him if his chores and schoolwork were done and he assured me his mom had signed off on things. He would be focused and unaware for the next couple of hours. Returning to the living room she asked about my day, she was stalling, and I knew it. I told her, "No. Austin sent me a message today and I know that you have an assignment, that happens first."

She complained again that she didn't want to.

"Too bad. Our agreement is you can explore this, but we are doing things together. You have an assignment that includes me so that is what is happening, and it is happing now."

I had run through things in my mind for an hour, she had been contemplating this for even longer, I was beside myself- and I could sense the same from her.

I took her hand and lead her to our bedroom. Once I pulled our bedroom door shut and locked it, I turned on music. As I looked to her expectantly, she repeated her reluctance for a third time, but added that she was "...so horny, and I can't even touch myself or I'll come". I also noticed she had dressed for the occasion: she was wearing a red skirt with a tight grey sweater, the one that I knew made her feel "sexy" whenever she wore it.

"Too fuckin' bad, Austin said that you need to tell me something that happened today." I said coolly, leaving no room for more delay.

Her shoulders dropped with resolve, and she pulled a chair around to the foot of our bed and asked me to sit. She knelt between my legs, looked up at me with her big brown eyes and bit her lip.

I wish you could have seen her. It was perhaps the sexiest, most breathtakingly beautiful view... and then she continued her assignment to confess how she "... had been such a naughty wife."

She had asked Austin, "Send me picture of your dick" and he had.

"His dick is fucking beautiful." she said, "It's long, and... just so... beautiful, and I can't stop thinking about how it would feel if he was fucking me."

I watched her squirming, I knew she was still thinking about it, how she needed it by now so bad that she could feel it in her mind.

"So, you have been fantasizing about fucking another man while I was at work?" I asked. It was difficult to say it sternly when I was near feverish with desire for her. Her face flushed a deep crimson, she closed her eyes tightly and was rolling her hips. She nodded her head.

"And? What did you do next?" I asked.

She told me that she got out her dildo with the suction cup, stuck it to the floor at the foot of our bed, and fucked herself imagining that it was him. She Imagined him fucking her hard as I watched. "He was telling me things, how hot I am and what a good girl, then he started calling my name and I came very hard"

"Is that all?" I asked.

"No," she was so demure.

She continued that later in the day she had gotten dressed in sexy lingerie and sat in the very chair I now sat in and masturbated in front of our sliding glass door, the one that faces the neighbor's house.

"I put my feet up on the glass, my legs wide and played with my pussy. I had the black vibrator and I... I was so exposed, anyone looking would have seen me." her face flushed red again "I have never done anything like that before, but Austin told me that is what I had to do. It was so wrong, so... dirty, and then I was cumming so hard again, I was screaming, and my orgasm just went on and on..."

I told her, "Oh, you have been naughty, I think punishment is deserved." I watched her body shudder, "Let's see, what should I do? I know and you know, don't you? I'm going to spank your naughty little ass now."

I felt a warm wave of satisfaction when she sucked in her breath and her eyes got wide either with shock or anticipation. I wasn't sure which, I didn't know if Austin had told her about being spanked or not. I pulled her up and I lay her across my lap, her upper body on our bed, her hips on my thighs.

I began with words, "You are being a little slut and so not the wife I had married," and brought my open hand down on her ass.

Slap! She groaned loudly.

"...and now you are having fantasies about being fucked by another man while I am at work? You are thinking about him cumming deep in your pussy with his "beautiful dick" and that turns on, doesn't it?"

Slap... slap... slap. Her body flexed, a high-pitched squeal came from her throat and her first orgasm hit.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap! I continued spanking her as she scissored her thighs on my lap, through a small rolling climax, unmistakable evidence of her need. God, it was beautiful seeing her like this.

"You are so naughty, tell me how naughty you are!" I said, and she did, between breaths apologizing, but telling me that all of it turned her so much and that she couldn't stop herself, and that she wanted more.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap. When her moans where in time with my spankings, I paused, "More? You still want more?"

"Yes." her voice was hoarse.

"More of his cock? Is that what you want more of?"

"AHHHH, oh yes, I do! I need it baby." It was so erotic to hear her confess this.

"And more punishment for being such a naughty wife? Such a hot, slutty wife?"

"AHHHHHHHHH-ohhhhhhh!" was her only reply.

I pulled up her skirt exposing her lacy thong and slapped her bare cheek hard.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap. She was moaning and grunting. Her ass became streaked by my handprints, white lines surrounded by red my where my fingers and palm crisscrossed.

I could not believe how much we were both enjoying this. I spanked her over and over. She was flowing. Between her thighs was wet, I felt a wet spot on my legs as her pussy dripped onto me. She began to roll her body and she spread her legs, I slapped her pussy a dozen times in rapid succession. Her body thrust upward, and she moaned loudly. She started to beg me to let her cum again.

"UGH! Please fuck - (Slap)ugh! Please fuck me, ugh... (Slap)ugh... ohhhhh (slap) fu-fu-fuck!" she begged.

"You need to cum again? What is it, Four? Five orgasms already today and you still need more?" I chided her.

I easily pushed two fingers in her hot wet pussy and slowly fucked her bringing her up and down for maybe fifteen minutes. Occasionally I would spank her with my other hand.

Then she began to shake; I pushed hard into her several times until she screamed and her body spasmed. She clenched her thighs and was shuddering as she crawled forward off my lap and up onto our bed and collapsed there.

I lay down behind her and we spooned, I just held her and told her how happy she made me and how proud of her I was. We lay together just kissing and touching each other. A beautiful moment.

I did take a picture of her lovely, streaked ass... sending it to Austin later that night, completing the final instruction of OUR assignment -- for that day.