I thought waiting to meet my wife for lunch had been painful enough, but having to wait until clocking off time was almost unbearable. The whole journey home was just a blur, as I was playing scenarios of what lay in store for me when I arrived home over and over in my mind.
Finally I was home and pinned on the front door was a note, Matt x. written in my wife's hand writing. It read:
Dearest Matt,
Don't bother trying to get in to the house as I have locked the door from the inside. This evening is all about me and my desires; you will be used to pleasure my desire and only mine. If you achieve this then I will give you the sexual release you will be certainly requiring.
But first there are a few rules you will obey tonight:
Rule one - no talking unless I begin the conversation.
Rule two - you will not cum until I am sexually satisfied or I command you to do so.
Rule three - We will not discuss any of my planned events tonight until I initiate the conversation. This also includes if you decide not to go through with tonight....sorry babe no 'what might have beens'!
Breaking any of these rules will result in consequences and you will pay for this in a manner I deem suitable for the disobedience.
Now you have to make the decision to either let me dominate our sexual journeys from now on or return to our happy and content bedroom routines. Before you make this decision remember I love you, always have, even though our rough times and I will respect your decision. You have liberated me from my sexual inhibitions and for that I am grateful. Now I would like to free you from yours in return, but in the ways of my choosing.
Decision time my darling, will you take the blue pill and decide 'no' and take the spare key from under the plant pot and enter the house, sorry I lied about locking the door! Or will you go for the red pill and follow Alice down the rabbit hole by reading my next note under the plant pot with the key?
Key or note Matt?
Your loving wife
S xx
P.s. Either way, I AM going to ride that latex cock of yours tonight.
I am sure I just stood there, open mouthed, chin was probably on the floor as you see in cartoons. Cock was harder than ever with pre cum flowing around the latex housing. There was so much in the letter that had grabbed my attention, raised my curiosity and overloaded my imagination by their suggestive connotations. 'Liberate me from my sexual inhibitions', 'free you from yours', 'I command you' and 'ride that latex cock'. There are moments in life when reality stops you dead in your tracks, excites or numbs your senses to comprehend what is playing out in front of you. Needless to say that this was one of those heart stopping moments and I was enslaved in arousal.
Without even noticing it, I had already begun rubbing the impressive bulge in my trousers. I could feel the veins of my cock protruding under the thin membrane of the shorts, the ripple of foreskin tightly pulled back to reveal the swollen head of my well-greased shaft. An afternoon of pooled cum began washing over my balls and gently lubricating the entrance to my own hole. The thoughts of this morning flooded back and I moved my fingers down between my legs, coaxing my fluid to an eagerly awaiting rear.