My name is James and I have been married to my wife, Cali for twelve years. All of those years we were very happy and we enjoyed being with one another. We liked the same types of movies and had lots of friends with whom we socialized. We didn't enjoy the same sports, but that was all right too. She loved baseball; I was into football.
We had parties with our friends. We had them over for dinner and played cards every couple of weeks. We even went on vacations with our closest friends.
I was a good provider; had a very prestigious job and we lived comfortably. We had never had children. But our love seemed to transcend that problem.
About two months ago, we started having problems in our marriage. We argued often and one or both of us would end up yelling or crying. It was really uncomfortable. We were starting to hate being together.
I wanted more from her in the way of asking for what she wanted and being assertive for herself.
She got angry every time I suggested that we change something we had been doing for so long that it was more mechanical than loving.
I wanted to try new positions; she wanted to be led and not really take any initiative in changing our love life. It wasn't that I didn't love her. She was and still is the reason I wake up every morning.
I just felt I needed a more aggressive partner. Someone who would take the lead now and then; I wanted her to be able to tell me what she wanted. I also wanted to try some new things.
The word rut was not sufficient enough to describe the state of our relationship. Crevice would have been a more appropriate word.
The missionary position was so boring and she never asked for sex. But she always gave into me when I asked. However, she refused to get on top or let me fuck her tight ass. I tried a few new things, gentler thing but they just turned her off. Even new positions upset her. "Where did you learn that?" she would ask, repulsed.
I told her, "I saw them in a men's magazine."
She asked, "Why are you reading those?"
Then we would argue and she would cry. So I finally just stopped trying to make things better and buried my life in my job.
Cali wanted me to be more understanding. I just couldn't do that. I was getting more frustrated by the day. I masturbated every night in the shower before going to bed and then I'd get just hard enough to push it into her slightly lubricated cunt.
Before we got these problems worked out, I was sent out of town for several weeks. I called Cali in the evenings, occasionally, but not with any real consistency. And I felt like a chasm had formed between us.
When I thought I would be going home, I received a call from my office and was informed that I would be needed in another area and that I would be gone for at least another six weeks. I called to tell Cali and apologized, for not being there to support her. I don't think she thought I was real sincere.
I felt relieved that I was going to be detained. As time went on, my calls to her became less and less often.
One night, I felt like I just needed to get out of my room. There was a small bar down the street from my hotel and I stopped in for a drink. I sat at the bar and the bartender feed me drinks while I complained about my life.
He plied me with alcohol and his words were encouraging and soothing. Just before I was ready to stumble back to my dismal hotel room, a beautiful young lady approached me.
She sat beside me on a barstool. Her eyes were emerald and her lips ruby. Her smile was bright and diamonds sparkled in those green eyes when she laughed.
I hadn't heard such an angelic sound in years. She seemed so enthralled with me and I was really turned on by her. I invited her back to my hotel room.
She feigned shyness but took my arm and I led her to my bed.
She took over once we were in the bed. She told me what to do and how to do it. She directed all of my moves. And if I didn't follow her instructions she slapped my ass.
A bit shocked, I realized that I enjoyed her aggressiveness in the bed. Cali had always been the passive one. She never asked for what she wanted. So I had to just guess.
Monica, on the other hand, knew exactly what she liked and she demanded that I give it to her. She really excited me and I discovered that I could fuck much longer than I had ever fucked my wife, Cali.
In the middle of this exciting adventure, my phone rang. I was reluctant to answer it. I didn't want to interrupt the rapture that exhilarated me.
Monica rolled off me and looked at me with stern eyes. I answered the phone.
"Hello?" I answered a bit gruffly.
"Hi Babe! I haven't heard from you in a few days. I was worried that there might be something wrong." Cali's voice broke the passion.
"I'm sorry, I've been rather busy with all this new stuff they have me doing. I come here exhausted every night and just take as shower and fall into bed. 'Don't even watch any TV, I'm so tired." I explained feebly.
"Well, I wish you would just call from time to time so I know you're alive. I worry about you so far away," she seemed to whine.
"I'll try honey, but I can't make any promises," I was getting aggravated. All I wanted to do right now was suck Monica's tits and lick her clit.
Monica smiled and rubbed her clit, trying to tease me as I talked to Cali. My dick started aching for her.
"Look, honey, I was in the middle of a report when you called, and I really need to finish it before I forget what I was saying. I'll call again soon," I promised and hung up the phone before she could say good-bye.
Monica smiled a devilish grin and grabbed my dick to make it hard again. She stoked it slowly at first. Then when the pre-cum made it to the surface she covered the head with her warm lips.
I caught my breath and pressed my hand on the back of her head. She pushed me off her. She continued to suck my cock but I could not hold back any longer. I exploded into her hungry orifice.
She sat up, a strange look on her face, and her cheeks were full of my seed. She spat the sticky fluids into my smirk.
Shocked, I didn't know what to do. I had never been with such an aggressive woman. But it intrigued me so much, I wanted more.
"Come here, baby, I want to fuck you crazy!" I commanded.
"What makes you think that's what I want?" she demanded.
"Well," I hesitated then tried to proceed, "You just gave me the greatest blow job I've had in many a year. I just want to give you as much pleasure as you just gave me." I explained.
"Okay, baby, tongue fuck me... and don't forget my clit!"
My dick stood at attention. She excited me so much that it tried to grow bigger than it was use to. I actually felt a pain of desire.
I opened my mouth and I slipped my tongue into her wetness. I loved the musky smell of her and I wanted to bury my face in her cunt.
Monica's hips rose to meet my tongue and she gyrated her hips so that my tongue would find all of the places she wanted stimulated.
Her fingers pushed her clit over my nose and she moved side to side to stimulate it as my tongue fucked her.
My dick grew hard again and I couldn't control my excitement. I spilled my seed all over the sheets.
Monica smacked my face! I was shocked. And it made me hard again.
"Oh yeah baby! I love when you take control like that. My wife would never show me what she wants. Let alone ask for it or get mad if she didn't get it. You make me so horny. I can keep an erection all night with you!" I cried.
Monica laughed and told me to turn over on my stomach.
Following her instructions, I did as she commanded.
She rolled off the bed and went to her purse. She took something out but hid it from me. She came to back to the bed and her smooth hand made circles on my bare ass.
"Pretty white ass you have baby. But I like red."
"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" The paddle cracked against my bare skin.
I bit my lip not to cry out. My prick became hard again. "DAMN Bitch!" I cried.
"You don't like to be spanked?" she asked.
"Oh no, its exhilarating. I just wasn't expecting it. I've never had a woman spank me." I confessed,
"How long you been here?" Monica asked.
"Six weeks now. But I don't know how much longer I'm going to be here." I told her.
"Well, as long as you're here, you can be my man; and I teach you how to please your woman. You can do that?" she asked.
"Hell yeah, I like that a lot!" I told her. "I'm ready for an adventure that makes me a better lover!"
"Good, tomorrow you move in with me," she instructed. "You will not call your wife when I am around. And if you call her it will be from a pay phone," Monica directed.
I agreed to her directions and the next day checked out of the hotel. I would call Cali in a few days and tell her that I will not be able to call for a while.
**After a few days of playing around with Monica and getting to know her, I became very comfortable. I liked having an aggressive woman around who liked to take charge from time to time and who knew exactly what she wanted.
Monica liked to play a little rough sometimes. Paddles, Cat-o-Nine-tails; she loved toys. She also knew exactly how to ask for what she wanted. She knew how to bring me to my knees and keep me in my place.
Cali was very independent. She had never really needed a man. She just wanted one to support her. She was in love with the idea of marriage. She didn't seem too concerned when I called her and told her I would not be calling her for a few days.
"That's okay, I've been pretty busy lately. I had some friends over the other night and we had a good time. I miss you, but I'm doing okay. Seems my friends feel that they can keep me company while you're away."
"I'm glad to hear that. I'm just not sure how long this is all going to take. Seems every time I turn around they're sending me someplace else. It could take months." I told Cali a half-truth.
"That's okay, take your time, you know I love you," she said sweetly.
I was hanging up the phone when Monica entered.
"Whom were you talking to on the phone?" she inquired.
"It was my wife; I had to let her know it would be a while before I would call her again." I explained.
"You are a bad boy! What am I going to do with you?" Monica cried.
"I'm sorry, baby. You knew I was married when you asked me to move here!" I tried to explain.
"I don't give a fuck if you're married. I just want you to learn that you are living under my roof and you will do as I say!" Monica exploded.
"Okay, let's not loose it here. What is it you want? I'll do anything you want baby," I pleaded.
