My name is Marca. I am mid 30’s, 5'10", thick dark hair and a very womanly figure, with 40D breasts (for those of you who need to know, big round nipples silver dollar size) and 38, but very firm, athletic hips. I have been told that I have a perfect complexion. Large dark nipples cap my very creamy gold brown breasts and I have a shaved pubic area. I have a very sexy look and I usually dress accordingly, in a very professional but sexy manner. My husband, Tim, is a tall, handsome man built like a linebacker in the NFL.
Tim was not very experienced sexually when I married him. I married Tim when I was 28 he was 48. He had been married to his first wife when they were still in college. They were both virgins on their wedding night His first wife was killed along with their little 3-year old girl 6 years after they were married. He had one other sex encounter about two years after his wife died and nothing till I came along. The sex was, evidently, rather vanilla. It wasn't that he was interested in a more varied or unusual sex life, it's just that he had always been rather withdrawn, living his life in his work. I guess in some people's eyes Tim would be considered a nerd. I think that's where a lot of his insecurity comes from. He could never quite understand what a beautiful girl like me wanted with a man like him. Tim had built a rather large real estate business and had other business interest that made him a prize for any woman. I worked my charms as to where he would do anything in his power to make me happy.
We all have had a bad day once in a while and that can lead to a bad evening and just turn everything we do into shit. My Tim had such a day and he want be having many more, ......let me give you more details. I had been out shopping one Saturday afternoon and returned home to find my husband in his den talking to a subcontractor about some work the guy had done on the house. I just heard part of the conversation and went on about my business in the kitchen. After 15 / 20 minutes I went to see what was going on with Tim and the contractor.
As I walked into the room I didn’t see the guy setting in one of the chairs in the corner and started talking to Tim as I entered the room.
“Tim ... Sweetie, we got to talk about the dinner party you want to have next week!“ My husband looked up over the paper he had in his hand from the leather wingback he was setting in. The chair was one of the new ones I had bought for his den/reading room. A room that I had left for him as a reminder of his days as a bachelor – a way to let him know he had some symbol of his independence left, but not much. It didn’t really match my idea for the rest of the house new theme, but I understood his need to reclaim his world, so it didn’t really bother me, as long as he kept this room closed up from the rest of the house. But, I did want him to get up out of it and help me with the guest list and menu for that tonight.
Tim looked up to find me standing in front of him with my hands on my hips in that delicious way that came natural to a tall, 5’ 10” strong women who was bound and determined to get my way. As usual I was dressed in something sexy and my exposed body was made for men to see. That’s not hard to accomplish, with a figure of 40 x 23 x 38, even a simple dress could not hide my build. God, it felt powerful when I stood over him like this!
"Marca can’t you see I’m reading, I don’t want to bother with that!“
“Come on baby, be a good boy and help, after all it is your company group dinner! I'll make it worth your while, my little boy“
That was when I heard the guy in the chair laugh and I knew we were not alone.
“Goddamn it Marca I said no, I’d do it when I’m ready!“
I turned on my heels and out the door I went. That boy has pushed me too far. Tim sometimes forgot the ground rules that I had set down over the years. I run the show around this house. Time to enforce and remind him about the rules. This is the night I might as will teach him who is running this show, tonight he will wish to God he had never spoke to me like some hired hand. I drove to the nearest adult shop that I knew about and made a few quick purchases.
I came back to the house about 45 minutes later and walked in the front door and with my shopping bag in hand I started up stairs. Tim was coming into the hallway to say something when I put my hand up to let him know not to speak.
“How dare you humiliate me in this fashion," I said. "That was your first mistake, your second mistake was letting me leave this house tonight! But I can assure you I’m not the one who will suffer. I don’t want to hear a fucking word out of you! Lock up ... get up stairs to our bedroom, ... and get ready for bed. Don’t just stand their, do it!”
I knew he was watching my ass as most men do, following my swing as I climbed the staircase. I heard him locking up downstairs and turning off the lights and followed me up stairs. I went to the bedroom to my bath and slammed the door behind me locking myself in so as not to be disturbed. I loved using my sexual power to make him do my bidding. It was such a turn on. When I came out of the bath I had a small airline carry on bag and he was on the bed in just his underwear on.
“Tim take your panties off, little boy and come stand at the foot of the bed!”
He didn’t make a sound, did as he was told stood and pulled down his little briefs and came to a spot I was pointing to and stood. I looked down at his pee/pee and smiled he lowered his head and tried to cover the little thing.
"That looks like a little boy’s penis, but I suppose you heard it before." He just shook his head yes and kept looking at the floor.
“Marca you never said anything about it in all these years, why bring it up to night?“
"Well, for all these years I’ve seen it I never wanted to humiliate you! After tonight you will be reminded about it a lot more and how it reminds me of a little boy’s pee/pee! Remember you started this I was the one you humiliated.”
I pushed him on his back and told him to lean over and put your hands behind your back. I pulled out of my bag a pair of cuffs and had them on him before he knew what had happen. He jumped.
"Shit, Marca don't do this, take them off me this minute! Don’t ever do this to me again! I don’t like that you understand!"
I reached down and took hold and stroked his little pee/pee, feeling it grow stiff in my hand. "What was that, sweetie? Is my little pee/pee going to act like a big boy and demand things from me!"