I am basically a docile man. Simple and very ordinary. I never have asked much of my wife; we have lived a simple life. I haven't asked for much, though in my most deeply held desires I have wished that I could be a man who could ask for and receive carnal pleasures that I could only imagine. Things I have read about, and seen on video, and dreamed about.
My wife would ask me about the simplest things and my answer would always be "whatever you want is fine, I don't mind..." etc. but I do want these things, I do desire them.
She would ask me about dinner, about plans about travel, clothes anything. Not sex though, due to my docile nature sex disappeared some years ago. I did not mention it, or complain. It became a norm that I accepted. But I would daydream, or fantasize, but never pursue anything.
Recently my wife would try to nudge me off of my complacency. "Just tell me what you really want for Christ's sake. It'll be fine, just tell me."
"Thank god," she would say." You've made a decision. Just say what you want and it won't be so bad!"
Soon after, I realized that she had been missing sex. I found a magazine, and a web page she had visited. They had to do with submission and self fucking techniques, jell cocks and dildo's.
I began to think about these things and feeling that I had directed our lives to its present state. Our celibate lives had been the result of my docility, and passivity.
The other day, she called me while I was home, and she was on her way.
"Hi, how was your day?"
"Fine, I was just doing some small chores around."
"Ok, what about dinner?"
"I don't know... whatever."
"Well choose something."
"No, whatever you want is fine,"
"Jesus Christ John, just say whatever you want. Whatever it is whatever you want, what you really want...just for once will you fucking say it, I'm so tired if this..."
I felt enraged; "Suck my cock, that's what I want, I want you to suck my cock."
".......Oh.....I see.............well then, be ready when I get home."
"Whaaaa.....I....."
"....Fine John, be ready for me. I'll be home in ten minutes." And then she hung up the phone.
I stood with the phone in my hand, staring at it. What had I done? More to the point what had she said. "Well then, be ready when I get home?" Is that really what she said?
Yes. It was. She had said "Just for once say what you want," and I did. Ok then. I have ten minutes. She wanted it too, she wanted to be submissive; if I was to believe the magazines she was reading.
