It all started two years ago. Sandi and I had been married for several years, and our careers had always come first. We both had put on extra pounds and had fallen out of shape. That had affected our sex life. It was still there, but not as frequent or intense as either of us wanted. Being out of shape was worse for her. She was tall, attractive with blonde hair and blue eyes, and had been a college athlete. She also worked in a field where looks meant more sales. That motivated her to join a gym.
Like most things, Sandi threw herself completely into working out and watching her weight. At first she went to the gym three times each week. Then, it became an everyday thing. I, on the other hand, insisted that I would work out on my own, and did, but very slowly. Within six months she had dropped thirty pounds and was in better shape than her college playing days. She continued the workouts, and started taking classes at the gym, including kickboxing. The more she went the more assertive and confident she became.
At first I was clueless as to how much she was changing. Then I noticed that we didn't agonize over choosing restaurants any more, she simply chose. She planned our evenings and weekends. I actually liked it. It was nice not having to choose, and she looked great. She began dressing more sexy and wearing more daring make up. She was hot and she knew it. She got a promotion at work. It meant more money and also meant lots of travel for her. That's when the big changes happened.
She started leaving me lists of things to do while she was gone. "James, while I'm gone this week I need you to give the kitchen a good cleaning, clean the bathrooms, and work out every day. I've left you a menu of meals to eat. You are starting to do better getting in shape, so when I get home I'll have a special surprise."
I complied; there was no reason not to. I had an internet based business that ran itself, so I had lots of free time.
After one trip she came home and immediately told me to draw her a bath. She told me she just wanted quiet for a while. I put on soft music, lit some candles, and set her phone and a glass of wine next to the Jacuzzi. She said she would call my cell if she needed anything. She told me to go downstairs and open my surprise she left on the kitchen table.
I went down and found a large envelope on the table. I opened it and pulled out the first item. It was a handwritten letter on perfumed stationery.
James,
I hope you are proud of how far I have come. I am very proud of myself. I am a new woman. I hope you like that. I know you married a timid, sweet girl, but I have learned to be a confident, sensual woman. I love you and I want you to be part of the new me. But, I have to tell you, the new me expects a certain lifestyle. I need to feel sexy all the time. I need to have new experiences. Remember how you used to fantasize about threesomes, bi-couples, and all that other porn you love to search on the internet? Well, I WANT some of that.
It's time to start now. If you are ready to do things my way, then you'll follow these instructions, but it means that you have to accept everything I say and everything I want; no jealousy, no bullshit. I've worked hard and my training at the gym has taught me that I deserve certain things, including sexual fulfillment. That's right, I've talked to friends about our lack of a sex life and I have found out it doesn't have to be that way. I still love you, but it's time I started having more fun, and I think it will be fun for you too. I know you've been viewing those cuckold websites. I know you've fantasized about me fucking other men. Well, if you agree to becoming my sexy servant hubby, then open the blue bag on the chair and put on the clothes I've bought you and come back upstairs and I'll tell you your first cuckold story, about me getting fucked by my kickboxing coach for the last three months.
Sandi
I was trembling, not with anger, but with excitement. My cock was harder than it had been in months. It was true, lately my favorite fantasies had been her fucking guys with huge cocks and bossing me around while I watched. Instead of reading my mind, she had simply been reading my search history. I opened the bag. Silky black panties and a silky black camisole. I blushed in embarrassment, obviously she had seen that I had been looking at pages with guys cross dressing in the bedroom. I was afraid, but my cock was so hard, it just took over my thinking.
