How many of you fantasize about being totally controlled, and told to do stuff that will humiliate you? Many people look at this type of lifestyle with disgust, but there are some of us that like this type of stuff sometimes. If you are turned off by this, don't read any further.
I'm Mike my wife is Tamika have been married for a few months now. Our sex life is great; we fuck at least once a day, sometimes more. I love when she controls me during sex. I like to be in control sometimes. It's not always about control, sometimes it's about humiliating your partner. I'm going to share with you, one time that she totally controlled me.
She's been planning something for sometime now, but she won't tell me who or what it involves. I know she's not planning on cheating on me, but I can't help to wonder and try to figure it out. When we go out, she is constantly looking for something. She makes me talk to guys online and ask them sexual questions like "Have you been with a guy before", or "Do you like to be controlled". I have an idea what she is planning, but I don't say anything knowing that I love when she controls me.
She's pregnant, so I know she probably won't want to do anything with another guy, but she knows that I fantasize about it sometimes. Maybe she is going to make it happen. After a while of me searching on the internet for a guy she thinks is perfect for the situation, all three of us get to know each other better. She makes it clear of what she has planned to him, but she still won't tell me all the details, only that she isn't going to do anything with him. We hang out a few times so we can get comfortable being around each other. He's white, five foot, 4 inches tall, brown hair, brown eyes, and a pretty nice body. She watches how I act around him to make sure I'm comfortable with him.
One day she plans a lunch for the three of us at a local diner. Today is different though. She has my clothes laid out, a pair of tight jeans that accents my ass and makes a bulge where my dick is, a t-shirt that's not to long, she explains this is so the shirt doesn't hide my ass and dick. She also has a pair of thong's that she bought for me about 2 weeks ago (I've yet to wear them out). I ask her what's going on, but she smirks and says nothing. Finally she tells me to go start the car so we can get to the diner.
When we get there, Bill, the guy we've been hanging out with, is waiting for us. I walk into the diner, I can see the waitress checking me out in my tight jeans, and I steal a quick glance at her. She's a cutie; she looked mixed, white and black maybe. She's 5-8, long brown hair, and looks like she has a nice body, but I couldn't really tell because of the uniform. Tamika noticed me looking at her, and she makes a mental note for later. But she does smack my ass to get my attention. I look at her, and she puts her finger to her mouth telling me to not say anything. Knowing her, she will say something later.
We sit at the table with Bill; we make small talk while we wait for our food to come. We eat quickly, and I'm starting to get an idea of what Tamika has planned for us, but I'm not totally sure yet. As I pay the bill, Tamika and Bill walk outside. Little did I know that they were making plans to come back to the apartment and hang out. When I get outside, she tells me all three of us are going back to the apartment. I'm cool with that, as I'm putting this together more and more. He looks cute today, and I have a feeling something is going to happen when we get home. Bill follows us in his car.