My wife's appetite for sex is fueled by her desire to be dominated by a powerful man. I am a supremely powerful man and I make sure she gets what she wants.
About my wife: Trisha is a 28 year old investment banker with a prestigious firm in NY, where we live together. She is confident and beautiful with straight blonde hair, a long thin physique and an amazing ass. I love her ass. She works out daily and she knows that every man would love a piece of it. She is comfortable playing with high stakes, being in the presence of her admirers and managing large investments. She turns heads and makes excellent money.
We met at the Apple store in downtown when I was buying a new computer. She was buying an ipod to listen to during her work outs. I saw her immediately from across the store. Dressed in a fitted sweatsuit it was easy to appreciate the product of her exercise. I am a lover of a toned well shaped body. I imagined her bent over my desk, naked but for a pair of black stilletos. When she scanned the store, holding a small pink ipod, she looked over her shoulder in my direction. With a small smile on her face and her hair swaying with her movement, I pictured her looking over her shoulder at me with a secretive pleasure while being fucked in the ass. Our eyes met. I didn't look away. She smiled at me. I walked over and spoke to her.
As we began to date I came to learn that her lifestyle is the model of an active young woman. She plays the cello, reads about global trading trends in her free time, supports homeless shelters in the city as a volunteer and a donor. As I came to know her more I began to love her.
I quickly realized that many men were interested in her. As a successful woman in a crowded male dominated workplace she was the catch that many men wanted to make a lifelong partner. She never dated any of them and kept her working relationships professional. When she went out with her girlfriends it was a different story.
Almost all of her friends are like her, young, beautiful and successful. Like her they are also interested in strong men. She would tell about their adventures when going out on the town for drinks and dancing. If I was a jealous man I might worry that she and her friends were too volatile for my tastes, but I am not a jealous man. I love to hear about wild nights. From the sounds of her stories, she and her friends loved experiencing wild nights.
"Put a finger in my ass." She said this while I held a fistful of her hair, fucking her from behind on the floor of my living room. Her breasts were pressed against the glass coffee table, her legs spread. She was wearing my favorite strappy slutty heels. It was only our third time having sex, but from the moment we began to be physical we were tearing through sexual boundaries that I think most couples take months to wade across.
"I love to have both my holes filled." I licked the index finger of my left hand, doubled my grip on her beautiful blonde hair, jerking her head so that I could see the look on her face as I slid my finger into her amazingly tight asshole. Buried to the knuckle. Sweat on her brow. Mouth open. And that look in her eyes. She told me in a simple glance that she wanted pleasure. She wasn't afraid of it.
I have an excellent cock. It's a little more than 8 inches and it's thick at the base. The head swells when I'm very hard and I've ground it into many women. I know how work a pussy. As I held her hair and jammed a second finger into her hole, feeling it relax with each thrust of my hand, I felt her muscles stirring. First her pussy tightened, then her ass squeezed my finger, just for a moment. It relaxed and then both tightened again. I leaned all my weight into her, filling her. When my balls touched her wet pussy lips I held it there, balls deep. She let out a slow moan.
Leaning forward, putting my mouth next to her ear I whispered, "I want to make you come hard. What do you want me to do?"
With her mouth gaped open and her head cocked back she grunted deeply again feeling my cock fill her.
"I want your cock in my ass. Let me sit on your cock while I finger my pussy." As I pulled out my dick I could see a surprising amount of fluid from her pussy. I knew that would help her get it in.
Not letting go of her hair I walked her to the couch. I sat down and brought her face down to my cock. Seeing all the wet pussyjuice, her eyes widened. Her mouth opened. I pumped her face on my cock a few times.
"Are you a slut?"
"Yes," she answered with my cock on her tongue.
"Do you want this cock up your ass?"
"Yes." She stopped for a moment, catching her breathe. Panting. "I want to stretch my pussy while you fuck my ass."
Looking down I noticed that she was working three fingers into her pussy. She stood up an turned away from me, putting her free hand on the coffee table. Her perfect ass, round like a bubble, floated above her shapely legs. Seeing her feet in those perfect shoes made my head swell. She lowered herself down to me, arching her back like a stripper. I spread her cheeks and pointed my cock at her asshole, holding my cock from the base. I was rock hard. Every vein bulging. I loved her nasty behavior. I realized that I was having the best sexual experience of my life.
As the head pressed against her hole the pussy juices and saliva glistened, sparkling. Her body weight did the rest. I watched the head creep in slowly. She moaned loudly.
"Can you handle this?" She asked.
What did that mean?
"I can handle fucking you. What do you want?"
"I want your cock. I want to come." She was sliding slowly down my shaft, flexing her toned legs, arching her back.
"Do you like my body?"
I didn't answer her. I grabbed her hips on both sides and pulled her down, finding a new depth. She whimpered.
"I want it rough."
