It was coming up to a significant birthday for me, my 50th. Jenny my gorgeous wife of over 20 years said she had arranged a special date night for Saturday, just the two of us at a table at my favourite restaurant, as well as a night at the attached hotel, which is a rather upmarket one, more stars than we usually go for.
Saturday came, and Jenny told me she was going out for the afternoon, to get her hair done and get ready for the evening, but that she would meet me in the bar at the restaurant at 6 pm.
"Wear something nice," she said, and off she went.
At 5:30, I was dressed in my best suit and shirt and at the bar with a Gin & Tonic. I'm always early and it gave me time for a swift drink before Jenny arrived.
6 pm arrived and so did my wife. Sweet Jesus was my immediate reaction as she entered the bar, and started over to where I was sitting. I have a massive uniform fetish for the nerdy secretary/teacher/librarian look. Not the kind of you would see on Pornhub, where the skirt is barely a belt and the super tight blouse cannot contain the massive fake boobs. No, just the normal work wear that tens of thousands of women wear daily.
My wife doesn't wear those clothes. Being a vet, she wears scrubs, which don't really do it for me, but there was the love of my life wearing black heels, nylons, and a pencil skirt, with a cream silk blouse. I nearly came in my pants just watching her walk over.
Her hair was tied back, simple makeup, red lipstick, and she had had her nails done, red to match her lips. She looked every inch the sexy secretary in my role-play fantasy.
"Good evening, birthday boy." She said, giving me a lusty kiss on the lips.
"Close your mouth, honey, before you start catching flies. Why don't you buy me a drink and stop drooling?" She said with a smile."
I was in shock. This was far beyond what I expected. I ordered another G&T from the barman, who was also surreptitiously checking out my wife. As the drinks arrived, the Maitre D came over to tell us our table was ready. We left the bar, and I followed Jenny like a puppy dog to our table, all the while feasting my eyes on the nylon seam that ran up the back of my wife's calf muscle and disappeared under her black skirt.
We took our table and perused the menu. Jenny brought her reading glasses out of her handbag and put them on so she could read the menu. She looked at me and smiled seductively, giving me a knowing look, as she knows I also have a fetish for glasses. Having quickly decided on what to have, we placed the order with the waiter, and off he went.
The restaurant was quiet; it being a bit early to be busy, so there was nobody sat close by us. Jenny was sitting with her elbows on the table, fingers interlaced, with her chin supported on her fingers. She had lowered her reading glasses on the bridge of her nose and was looking at me intently over the top of them.
"I hope you are enjoying your surprise so far." She said.
"You have no idea," I said. But how did this come about?"
She sipped from her glass and smiled.
"We'll get to that in a minute. But how the rest of the night progresses, and how much enjoyment you get from it, depends on how honestly you answer my next question."
"It's a simple question," she said, looking directly into my eyes. "Tell me how long you have fantasised about a woman dominating you and fucking you in the arse?"
"Pegging, I believe they call it? Is that right?"
I nearly choked on my drink as the words came from her mouth. She looked at me intently, not angry or upset, just curious, with a sparkle and a hint of mischief in her eyes.
Oh, fuck, I thought, what the hell?
"What makes you think I have an interest in that?"
She laughed and said.
"Well dear husband, firstly the fact you just spilled half your drink down yourself when I mentioned being fucked in the arse, and also I needed to use your computer a month or so ago when mine was being repaired. You had carelessly left some tabs open on your browser, showing some very interesting clips of guys on their backs, or on all fours being taken by women with strap on cocks."
"So let's have it. Why the fascination? How long has this subject turned you on? And why have you kept it a secret?"
"Remember, honesty is always the best policy, especially this evening." She said.
There was no point in trying to talk my way out of this. I had been caught bang to rights. The fact that Jenny was sitting across from me, seemingly not angry or upset, but rather dressed to fulfil a fantasy she knew about as I told her about years ago told me that perhaps I wasn't in trouble and should just come clean.
"I'm sorry I kept it a secret." I said. "I was embarrassed by my desires; I thought you would think I was gay or something, wanting to be taken up the bum by a woman, but I'm not, it has nothing to do with guys, and more to do with the feeling of being dominated, by a woman, you know thrown on the bed, and being fucked, penetrated, used. Kind of a role reversal. Instead of the man doing the taking, it's the woman taking the guy with her girl-cock."
"Girl-cock eh?" she said. "Yes that was one of the phrases they kept using in the videos you were watching, along with boy-pussy for the guy's arse. Tell me, would you like me to pull down,"
But she stopped talking as the waiter brought the food. After he left, she continued.
"Would you like me to pull down your pants, bend you over the couch, lube you up and slide a girl-cock deep inside you?" Would you really like me to treat you like a girl and fuck you in the arse, treat it like a boy-pussy?" she whispered to me.
I stopped breathing. My heart raced as I took a deep breath and answered.
"I don't know," I said.
"What would happen if I said yes? What would you do? I asked?"
"Well, tonight, husband, you don't have much say in the matter. I can and will do whatever I want to you." As a punishment for keeping secrets. She said, smiling wickedly.
"There are 2 rules for this evening. First, you will call me Miss from now on, and nothing else, do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss." I replied with a cheeky smile on my face, wondering where this was going.
"Secondly, you will obey me and do everything I tell you to do, if you need an escape from tonight's activities you can use your safe work which is gin and tonic, if you do feel the need to use the safe word, then I will stop. I will get changed back into my normal clothes, and we will not speak of this again."
"Do you understand?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Are you willing for me to do anything I desire to you, whatever that may be?"
Again I nodded my assent.
We finished our meal; I asked to see the dessert menu, but Jenny told me dessert would be served upstairs in our room.
My brain was buzzing with anticipation, at this turn of events. How had this happened so quickly? If anyone had told me last week that we would be spending the evening like this, I would have said, no way. Yet here I was, being led to our hotel room by my unusually dominant wife, perhaps with the possibility of fulfilling a decades-long fantasy.
I followed Jenny up to our room. She unlocked the door and led me inside. I could see that she had been here earlier.
"I checked in this afternoon so I could get ready. I upgraded us to a larger room as well, as the one we booked didn't have the type of headboard we need."
That last comment left me wondering as she closed the door behind her, and I heard a click as she locked the room door and engaged the security chain.
"Right she said you are mine tonight, so let's get this party started. Strip, take everything off. I want to see what my hubby looks like as my submissive toy."
I stripped all my clothes off, and despite being married for over 20 years and having seen each other naked thousands of times before, I somehow felt a little nervous and shy, like it was my first time. Jenny walked around me, taking in my nudity.
She dragged a red fingernail from my collarbone, around my shoulders, and back as she circled me. After each full pass, her nails dropped lower down my body. The second pass caused them to be dragged over my nipples. On pass five, they were dragged across my cock and balls. When Jenny reached my buttocks, she told me to bend over, which I did. Smack, smack. Two fairly hard hand slaps hit each butt cheek.
After this, she walked over to the bed and picked up a gift bag.
"Here is the first of your presents," she said. "Take it into the en suite, unwrap it, and follow the instructions. When you have completed your task, you may return."
I took the gift bag into the en suite and sat down on the edge of the bath to open it. There was a box, gift-wrapped, opening it produced a douche kit and instructions, along with a rather large bottle of lubricant. The instructions told me how to thoroughly clean myself internally.
This was not something I had ever done before.
It took about 20 minutes to finish the procedure. I dried off, picked up the bottle of lube, and returned to the bedroom.
Jenny had transformed the room in that short period of time into a candle filled boudoir. Soft music was playing in the background. My wife was seated on a chair by the bed, she had both feet up on the bed, legs pressed together. She had removed her skirt and heels, leaving only her stockings, suspenders, and knickers. She was still wearing her blouse, but I noticed she had removed her bra. The top three buttons were undone, and her erect nipples were obvious through the fabric.
"All spick and span?" She asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Excellent," she said, with a big smile on her face.
"Well, happy birthday, my love," she said. With that she parted her legs and sat one foot down on the floor, leaving the other up on the bed, my eyes were immediately drawn to her crotch, where sat, over the top of her knickers was a strap-on dildo, purple in colour, and about 7. Inches long.
"This is MY girl-cock," she said, "and I'm just gagging for you to get better acquainted with it."
"Come and kneel before me"."
I knelt before my wife, who was becoming more and more a stranger to me as the evening progressed.
