Chapter 1. Katherine begins to take control.....
Most of her friends could not imagine why Katherine ever married John Prendegast. They were, many would say, opposites. He came from a suburban working class family whereas she had been borne into a wealthy English family who lived in a grand house in the Wiltshire countryside. His father was a plumber, and although very good at his job, was not a man of great initiative. John was not particularly bright nor ambitious. He worked in the local library as an assistant librarian where his hours were flexible; but the downside was that he was not particularly well paid. This did not worry him; he was an easy going chap who enjoyed an uncomplicated life.
Katherine, on the other hand, was highly intelligent, had a first class degree from Lancaster University and had a challenging job as an associate to a legal firm, which she enjoyed tremendously. She worked hard with long hours and had plenty of responsibility. To cap it all, she was eight years older than him and was certainly the 'senior partner' in the relationship. John was content with this; in fact he got a secret enjoyment out of her authority over him.
Katherine also kept herself fit with plenty of exercise. She was a reasonable horsewoman and an accomplished tennis player. She often went to the gym and her muscles were well toned. Her enthusiasm for sport helped keep her body in trim. She had a good figure for a woman of 38, with a generous 34 C bust which had retained its shape from her late teen age years, a slim waist and good hips. Perhaps her bottom was slightly too generous, but it was firm with a good shape and tended to compliment a tight skirt or tight trousers. John loved how her firm bottom protruded from a tight skirt or slacks. He observed that other men also seemed to take note.
Regardless of their differences Katherine loved John deeply. He had a super sense of humour and they got on well together. She knew that he adored her. She once overheard a female friend say: "She probably likes a bit of rough." But Katherine knew that was not the case. John, although standing at six feet with a well filled developed body, was not rough. On the contrary he was as malleable as a kitten. And that is what she really liked about him.
Although not badly treated as a child she had been beaten by her father, and, after he died, embarrassingly by her uncle, well into her teen years. Her last punishment, at the age of 19, had been for being rude to her mother when her uncle gave her 10 strokes of the yard rule on her bare behind. That had really hurt. But it made her respect her uncle and, secretly, and confusingly at the time, she had been sexually aroused by it. Her vagina had tingled.
On a normal working day Katherine would leave for work each morning at exactly 7.00 am driving her top of the range BMW to the office in town. She always dressed conservatively with a hint of enticement. Sometimes the skirt would be a little short, or her blouse would be tight with the top couple of buttons undone, or, when wearing trousers, they would be tight around her bottom and tight up the crotch. Generally she aimed to, and was successful at, looking to be a thriving well polished executive, but with a hint of a seductive woman at heart, who any man would long to conquer.
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It was a Sunday morning and they had just made leisurely love. "I did not come," she told him as he fell off her to his side of the bed. He had been in too much of a hurry and had shot his load into her too early. 'God,' she though 'that was so frustrating.'
"I'm sorry," he replied.
Her fingers went to the lips of her labia which was leaking his sperm. "Why couldn't you have just......." She did not finish the sentence.
There was a short lull while her sloppy fingers got to work on her clitoris. But it was not going to work for her. She was frustrated and angry. Her breathing quickened again. "Use your tongue," she told him.
He turned towards her moving down the bed so that his face was lined up with her vulva. She smelt of sex. He looked at the folds of her labia which were oozing his semen, dribbling on to the sheet. He kissed the open lips then pushed his tongue into her wet folds. He swallowed the mixture of her juices and his semen and worked his tongue as deep as he could. For the next ten minutes he worked on relieving her tension. He licked and sucked paying special attention to the hard knob of her clitoris. Suddenly she grabbed his head and pushed it into her. He could barely breathe but was rewarded with an enormous bucking of her hips as she cried out in ecstasy. "Oh, good. Wow..ye... Oh.... so good. Good boy." she told him as she patted his head and more juices flowed from her vagina. Her frustration had been satisfied. He licked frantically.
"Good boy," she said again as she brought his head up to hers and kissed him, tasting the sex on his lips. Later they laid in bed and talked. She turned towards him and took his limp cock in her hand. She caressed it purposely. He held her breast. "After seven years of marriage you should by now know how to pleasure me properly with this." She gave him a squeeze. His cock stirred. "Although I love your tongue in me I need your cock and I need you to last with it inside me. Understand?"
His cock was hardening again. "Yes, I am so sorry."
She carried on emphasising that his initial performance was just not good enough. To have a husband who would only consider his own pleasure was simply not acceptable, she told him. "After all, my pleasure is just as important," she told him. He had to agree. "Come on," she said. "Let's get down to breakfast. We need to talk." She gave his cock a slap with her hand then jumped out of bed, slipped on a sweatshirt and shorts and went downstairs.
Later, after he had cleared the dishes they were sipping their coffee. She was browsing on her lap top.
"Well, darling, there are going to be some changes to our lifestyle," she told him.
"How do you mean?" He asked.
She started by discussing her job and the fact that, since she earned nearly three times his income she ought to be the one in charge of making decisions on their behalf. He had to admit that she had a point. For example, she explained, in future it would be her decision when they would go out, her decision what they would watch on TV and her decision when they would make love. She would take on the roll of leader in their lives. For some reason or another her words made him feel sensual. As she talked he gently ran his hand up her inner thigh until it was just short of the bottom of her shorts.
She continued: "Since I work longer hours you need to take more responsibility for the home. So from now on you will be responsible for cooking all meals, tidying up afterwards, doing the laundry and for the cleanliness of the house. Of course I will help when I have the time but you will have to take on the bulk of the work."
Although not all that happy about the way this was going he had to agree that what she proposed was reasonable.
"So, can we make love now?" As he slipped his fingers up her thigh inside the leg of her shorts he promised that he would last longer.
She pushed his hand away. "No."
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From that day their life changed and John became what can only be described as a 'House Husband'. This was not a problem for him and he took to the role without difficulty. Katherine seemed to be relieved to have got it all out in the open and that she now had a man at home to look after her home and other interests.
The following Monday evening she returned to the house from work as normal at 6.00pm. In his new role he was ready with a Gin and Tonic poured for her, the table laid and a simple supper of pasta on the stove.
After supper and after he had cleared the dishes he joined her on the sofa. She continued looking at her lap top.
