My Surrender To A Real Leader

My surrender to a real Leader

Warning

This is purely a work of fiction, any analogy or co-incidence in naming location or story plot is purely that a coincidence. As you read these spoken words, the wish is expressed that; they will echo into your imagination, enlivening and evoking the feelings and emotions with which they were written. This story is 18+ If you are offended by such content discontinue reading.

Introduction

Anna couldn't understand why she felt like this. She always felt in control of the situation, certain in herself. But each time George appeared a circumspect thought completely enveloped her. She looked over to her husband, while playing with her wedding ring. He was talking with some people telling them about his Master's in Teaching, laughing and carrying on. And, there was George again getting on with the work silently. George carry a heavy 60's style table with one arm back over to the cupboard, as he did, she saw Sarah a good friend of hers make a beeline in front of George and bend over squarely at the waist presenting herself completely to him. She saw him rub his right eye and continue with the task. Anna smiled thinking she feels it too; I'm glad I'm not the only one whose body is reacting that way...

Continuing her thought she wondered if that was an automatic decision of Sarah's or if she had done it on purpose. This new conundrum puzzled her. She knew Sarah to be a good and chaste girl and one who was ever mindful of what is going on around her. George turned back from the cupboard and noticed me staring. I made it seem like I was in a daydream and then walked into the nearby kitchenette. I poured myself a glass of water taking big breaths through my nose between sips from the glass of water. As I did so I could feel the full pressure of my breasts against my bra and could feel the ends of my nipples, pressing against the fabric. I walked back into the room and noticed a number of women, mostly in twos standing at the glass watching George work. By this time, he was visibly sweating but, if anything, his pace had increased. What had taken a team of five (5) to set up in three (3) hours was packed away in forty minutes. I walked over to my husband and joined the conversation, but it was as if a pheromone or tension was lingering in the air and my body was responding to it. I could distinctly feel my bra straps against my body, the spots where my dress clung to my body and the bands of my panties suddenly felt distinct against my thighs and pelvis.

I surveyed George he wasn't as tall as my husband, but he was definitely stronger. He had the frame of a virile and strong man. His legs were solid like the trunks of a tree and so were his arms. His chest was cut like plate armour and while it was clear that no abs would be seen, the proportion of his; chest to waist and thighs, indicated peak human physical performance. I then looked over at my tall but weedy husband. It had recently become apparent how unsure of himself he was. Earlier in the week someone had opened their car door onto our car. He had gotten out and yelled at them. They just ignored him and walked away like he was nothing but a bug.

George exited the room and returned a few minutes later, with a coffee in hand, still sweating a bit but clearly with hours of energy in the tank. As George walked over to the group my husband did the strangest thing he stood straight up as if in fear turned away from the group and walked away before stopping himself at the door and walking back to the group. George laughed and his eyes bored into me as if to say, he is a coward and he will run and leave you at the slightest sign of difficulty. I was wrestling with so much in my mind just trying to grasp the feelings in my body towards a man that wasn't my husband. I felt my breathing quicken and a gentle tingle escape across my lower abdomen and settle in and around my clit as my nipples again hardened. George didn't add much to the conversation, but his presence could be felt.

That evening

I went home later that evening and was determined to find some 'me' time. I thought I probably just need to get it out of my system and had arranged with Tina to get her husband to spend some time with him. My husband was around at Tina's house playing FIFA. I checked the house was locked. I gently took off all my clothes and folded up my dress onto a rack. I threw my panties which had a slightly musky smell about them over at the basket. Unclipped my bra and placed this on top of the basket. I pulled out a summer nighty which fell like a cascade of water over my head and stepped into the on-suite. Tying up my hair with a hairband. I looked at myself in the mirror. I walked back to the bed and lay down on my back my head just below the pillows. My nipples were still sensitive and a familiar yet much less intense tingle had again invaded my sex. I lay there trying to defrag the feelings that I felt today before deciding that: that could take a while. And he, my husband, could be home at any moment. Reaching down I cupped my whole vulva in my dominant hand with my middle finger at the joint of my folds and the two fingers pressed against my pelvis or thigh gap. I began to move my whole sex around. For whatever reason this tends to fill my lips, makes my clit harden and really gets my juices going. I always imagine a strong invading hand reaching into my jeans and grabbing my sex. It was at this moment I questioned this thought; why isn't it my husbands' hand I'm imagining?

As I kept moving my vulva. A shot of pleasure shot up my spine to my brain and killed the questioning thought. I spread my legs and the smell of my sex began to fill the room. I began to rub my hood in gentle concentric circles and to imagine my husband, the moisture of my sex easily lubricating my fingers. I let my imagination go as I remembered my wedding celebration, the dance, the smiles and support of my friends and family and of course the wedding night. I knew I wouldn't take long as it had been too long since I had, had some 'me' time. As I was getting closer, I was imagining my husband lovingly and gently fucking me, every now and again, I would slip a finger into my sex. I was getting close but seemed to be at the edge.

In vision, I opened my eyes and saw my husband, but saw him in a new light, not as the strong protector I had once imagined but as the man he truly is/was, his pace quickened which I was not expecting. In vision, I again closed my eyes, I was getting closer thinking this is not like him. I opened my eyes again as I felt a hand firmly grip my throat and another decidingly stronger hand grip my bicep. The person between my legs was no longer my husband but George. My sex tightened around his engorged member as if pulling away as my eyes flared open. His strong yet kind Hazel eyes staring to the depths my soul. My breath quickened and as I took my third breath, I felt my sex open back up and felt him striking new places inside of me. I knew I wouldn't last much longer as I closed my eyes in vision again, he seemed to speed up having gears that my husband could never hope to reach. He was not just fucking me with his hard and erect phallus but pulling my whole body onto it and striking against my back wall repeatedly, a place only ever reached rarely. In vision my eyes shot open staring deep into his eyes.

I found myself saying "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me".

Still in vision I looked down and saw that while my husband had entered me with a condom, as he did normally (we were not yet looking to have a child), George had no such protection. My head flew back as I felt/sensed the first wave coming to the shore. I looked back up into his face as the pace and my body continued to move. I lost complete control as the first wave of orgasmic bliss flowed through my body. Followed by several successive waves. He had slowed down, but his erect penis was still buried deep inside me.

Still in vision, I looked up and said, "next time you can come inside me", he pulled out of me and stood beside the bed with his hands on his hips with his engorged member standing at attention.

I was shocked out of my revelry by my phone beeping. It was my husband texting that he is on his way home and asking; what I am going to make for dinner?? I sighed wondering if he could make his own dam dinner... I went and opened the bedroom window feeling the crisp air strike the back of my throat then fill my lungs. I then walked into the shower.

I felt the first drops hit against my body which were slightly cold before the water started to warm up. I was deep in thought.

Why had I imagined George?

Why would I let him come in me?

Why was my orgasm so intense?

I found my mind wandering again as I imagined him working earlier in the day and his rippled muscles under his shirt. I realised I was still horny, but feeling satisfied, I washed and quickly got dressed before my husband got home opening up the house and lighting some fragrant candles.

I sat at the dinner table that night, as my husband said the blessing. I still couldn't shake the images from my head, images my mind had made of this man between my legs. As I looked over at my husband, he seemed weaker than before as he reached his head over his plate to quickly scoop in the food like a dog. Finishing quickly, then going back to play FIFA. I sat back in my seat picking at my food. I cleared the plates and got back on my phone looking at Georges Instagram. It was filled with his business success's and all sorts of wonderful trips.

Church Lunch

Another week rolled around, and I was getting ready for Church, my husband was now obsessed with some silly phone game and was lost in that world. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my naked body holding up bra and panty sets. Earlier, while I was in the shower, I remembered that George would be there. A small flame lit in my belly and all of a sudden, I had butterflies as I remembered yelling out those words in vision. I took a deep breath, and the mirror came back into focus. I decided. I want to feel good and folded my granny panties back into the draw. I began putting on my date night panties set a mostly see-through sheer white bra and panty set with a small amount of lace and a firm underwire. They weren't the most comfortable, but I did look amazing in them. I decided on a simple black going out dress and switched on the hair straightener hoping to put some curls in my hair. I started to apply some soft amount of make-up.

My husband walked in about 20min later saying we are going to be late, before seeing me and saying "Wow! You look great, is it date night?".

I looked at him incredulously and said "no, I just want to look nice for church...". He just smiled looking over my body lustfully. I sighed but thinking well at least it is likely to have the desired effect.

My husband was chatty and was talking to everyone. I felt people's eyes on me as I walked up to the building as well as in the conversations. I smiled and made necessary small talk thinking; this is what you wanted. As if in internal monologue, yes but not their eyes just his eyes... I smiled as I walked past an older man who was visibly looking me up and down. I stood in the entrance of the church walkway hoping to see George, and I spotted him on the right with two (2) seats to his right. Perfect I thought and started to walk over there and sat next to him. As we entered his orbit, there seemed to be a void in space and time; a seriousness bubble, a bubble of calmness, a bubble of confidence and in a room of noise this sanctuary of safety enveloped my being.

"Hi", I said sitting down next to him, "no tables to set out today".

He smiled back and gave a small head shake. My husband sat down next to me, he visibly felt it too, but his response was different. His smile was gone, his head was down on his phone and his body language was now small and submissive.

I continued with a more open question and asked; "how was your week?".

George turned his head towards me, and I could tell a moment of strain overtook him while he maintained eye contact with me rather than looking down at my body.

"Good", he smiled, "closed some deals had some fun" as he gently pushed his elbow into my bicep.

I felt a rush of heat wash over my body. I knew my face was flushed. But I hoped not like a giddy seventeen (17) year old. We made small talk before the sermon.

At the end of the sermon. I thought: then turned to George, "My husband and I would love for you to come for lunch today".

George paused and I could see he was thinking. He turned his head and said, "okay then".

At this point my husband pipped up his voice cracking slightly, "we have 'the movie' on tonight".

I smiled at George and said, "okay here is our address we will see you for lunch".

I turned to my husband and said, "that is tonight; this is lunch".

He looked straight back down at his game and both he and I left. As I walked out, I felt my hips naturally swaying in my heels and the many eyes on my arse while it gently bounced and moved side to side.

I arrived home about 15min later and George arrived about 12 min after that. He had stopped to pick up a bottle of wine on the drive which was a nice gesture.

Albeit I don't normally drink wine, I looked at it and said, "in the fridge".

George nodded, with a slight upturned smile, saying "it is white" -- referring to the wine.

Lunch went well except my husband began to panic. Apparently, his group got the days wrong for the group assignment and he needed to run to the library and get their assignment finished with the team. It was so pathetic he kept apologising to me about missing the movie tonight.

Then George pipped up and said, shrugging his shoulders, "I haven't seen it I'll go and pay you back for the ticket...".

This calmed my husband down as he jumped up from the table and quickly started packing his laptop bag with a peck on the cheek, he was gone in 10min.

The house was silent, and I didn't know what to say, it had all happened very quickly. My husband had literally run out the door into the car to go to the library. Which I understood he needed to do for his course. Now I was effectively going on a date with George instead. The man I imagined bottoming out between my legs just a few days ago. George had seemingly picked up on my thoughts and while not filling the silence had stood up and started to pick up the plates and take them back to the kitchen.

I went to help him He placed a firm hand on my shoulder keeping me in my seat. "You made the lunch let me clear the table".

After a few trips he returned with two (2) glasses of wine.

He sat in my husband's chair and said, "here is cheers to the movies", looking deep into my eyes. I picked up the glass by automatic and cheers with him, taking a sip I felt my heart flutter.

We began to talk about all sorts of things from art, culture, history, religion, society. Many of the subjects that interested me. But so often people would just simply agree. But, not, George he had firm opinions and he reasoned them well. He was much smarter than I expected. Before I knew it the bottle was finished. George stood up and I could hear him looking through cupboards. I can't explain it: I was glued to the seat, where he had commanded me to stay.

I called out "what are you looking for?", after the question held in the air for a brief moment, he responded.

"Some more wine", I told him where it was.

I heard the other cupboard opening. He came back with a bottle of champagne. Showing me the bottle, he said, "there is no white wine but this...".

I looked at the label and remembered that this was a bottle left over from the wedding casket. (I was saving this...) I went to say no. But, just held out my glass as George popped the lid off and slowly poured it into my glass. I was drinking more quickly now and I was very relaxed. George kept topping up my glass. In about an hour the bottle was gone, and I suspect I had drunk most of it. I needed the ladies and went down to the bathroom pulling up my skirt, and my panties down. I looked down at my panties and noticed a small but distinct wet patch while folding the toilet paper around my hands. Before standing I reached down and noticed, yes. I am wet! I took a deep breath and noticed how full my breasts felt. As if with this realisation the hardness of my nipples became apparent; I began to nervously fidget with my wedding ring. I walked out of the bathroom, trying to remain composed. Entering back into the dining room I couldn't find George

I began to look around for him and then yelled out "George?" I heard a response from the other end of the house and followed the voice.

George was sitting on my husband's side of the bed looking out the window. He didn't turn to look at me but said "I was just giving myself a little house tour".

"Oh", I said, I meant to say this questioningly, but it sounded more like an exasperated sigh or moan.

He tapped the side of the bed next to him and said, "look at this view".

As if on automatic my legs began to walk around to that very same spot. Come to think of it I wonder if my arms even moved at all. I sat beside him. He put his arm around the small of my back pointing out the window.

I heard him say as if in an echo, into my ear, but bouncing around my brain, "isn't it a beautiful view".

I felt his warm breath on the side nape of my neck before his head turned back to the window. For a long time we sat in silence looking out the window. My sex was fully aflame. The smallest of movements tickling my clit as it stood fully engorged as did my breasts. George again turned to say something to me and this time as if in automatic as I felt the first warm breaths hit the side of my face. I turned my head so our lips could meet.

In hindsight, the first kiss was awkward but, the second was not, as I opened my mouth and our tongues began to explore, I was glad I could breathe through my nose. Moments later my back was against the matrass and George was half on top of me with his left hand firmly cupping and gently squeezing my right breast and right hand behind my head. After about 5min George stood up and began unbuttoning his belt and pulling off his shoes. While his belt came off slowly; the shoes came off much quicker, and so did his pants. Our bodies began to intertwine as I felt his engorged member pushing against his boxers. It was bigger than I had imagined. Particularly in girth. He had moved in between my legs as we continued to kiss. His energy seemed to buzz all around me; as if the atmosphere was creating crackles of energy, tickling the furthest extremities of my being. I could fell his cock straining against the imagined barriers of cloth we had erected.

I put the palm of my hand on George's heart pushing up off me. It was as if the gentler the force I pushed him with the more I was able to move him. He lifted up over me looking down at my body at my scrunched up black dress, spread legs and sexy panties. George slowly pulled off his shirt revealing his rippled but natural physic. I pointed at the draw, George went straight over there and saw a stack of condoms. He started to open one and turned around. I pulled my panties to the side revealing my well-kept pussy. I am sure the lips were swollen wide open. But for, the lubricant now gluing the lips together. George was struggling to fit the condom onto his cock, and I could tell he was getting frustrated.

He looked over at me and said point blank; "he is too small..."

This comment rattled me. It wasn't that the condom was small; but, he was directly telling me as I lay there with my legs wide open panties to the side that my husband was too small. This comment must have shut down areas of my higher thinking as I continued to stare at his engorged cock.