I gazed happily at my toes, which were buried in the blindingly white sand of the beach at the all-inclusive Caribbean resort. My wife sat next to me in her bikini, and I caught her eye as a beach waiter placed an ice-cold Corona for each of us on the table between our chairs. Perspiration beaded off the bottles. The waiter, having made sure that we needed nothing else for the moment, walked away, and I squeezed my lime into the bottle with one hand and then slowly pushed it into the bottle with my index finger while looking my wife straight in the eye. As she watched, I slowly inserted my finger in and out of the bottle another couple times, then ran my finger around the inside of the bottle, and then placed the finger into my mouth. My wife smirked, but at the same time I knew that she liked my flirting with her... and especially when my flirting crossed into being raunchy.
"I have a couple ideas for what we can later," I said, deadpan.
"I bet you do." She smiled, and picked up her own beer.
We both settled back in our chairs and looked out at the turquoise water in front of us. We had arrived at the resort only an hour before, and after quickly getting settled had headed right out to the wide strand of beach that overlooked crystal-clear water. Another small island or two was visible in the distance, and the sails of a few boats. A few other couples shared the beach with us, some under umbrellas and little cabanas, others just laying in the sun on chairs or chaises. No one was too close to us, which was perfect. For now, we just wanted to relax and try letting some of the accumulated stress roll off of us. It had been years --actually, ten years-- since we had had a vacation alone together. We'd been in the whirlwind of having a couple kids over a few years, careers, aging families, and everything that comes with it. Our kids were all now a bit older, and somehow we had finally found that there was a bit of money left over in our bank account for the first time in ages. I told her that we'd be taking a vacation alone together for a week and that our babysitter, now in college, would be fine watching the kids for a week while we were away. After some back-and-forth, she finally agreed, and here we were.
Mary Kay is a beach person; I am not, so suggesting the beach as our vacation was my bribe to her to get away from it all for a bit. My real interest was to actually get to have sex with her... long, ambitious sex, rather than our current late-at-night-after-all-the-rugrats-are-deep-asleep sex, where we're both so exhausted that 'big' sex consists of me whispering dirty stories into her ear as I try to get her libido going before she nods off. I usually get her off with my hand or mouth at least once before I mount her, then she goes again as I'm fucking her and continuing to whisper whatever dirty story I'm making up into her ear. I'll sometimes make her count down and ask permission to cum. Our relationship has a power structure in the bedroom that works, and that I like: in our domestic life, I don't give much of a shit about how we furnish the house, what we do on weekends, even where we take our family vacations, I let her have whatever she wants there. My wife is an assertive and dominant personality in general, but I insist that we have a relationship of mutual respect and of equals.
This is sometimes a bit of a challenge for her: she packs a hugely hot temper in her 5' frame. Her huge heart is matched by her wide hips and DD breasts, and she's fiery judgmental about many things, and tends to view the world and the people in it in very black-and-white tones. Cross her at your peril. This can lead to arguments and accusations that occasionally throw me off balance, but at the same time, she wants and needs someone to keep her in line, and there are certain bad behaviors I simply don't allow, like her being rude, disrespectful or selfish. When she crosses the line I usually stand in front of her and look down at her, and tell her that her behavior is not acceptable and will cease immediately. This bangs her attitude right into shape... and when we used to have more time, would often lead to a punishment spanking scene in the bedroom as soon as we could fit one in. Somehow, being spanked for her transgressions really is cathartic for my wife, and does reset the power balance mentally somehow, with her being happier and less bitchy for a while. For me, it's just hot as hell when your wife willingly lays herself over your lap for her spanking, and then the post-spanking sex is awesome and animalistic, and completely clears the emotional slate. It's a hell of a pressure valve...
I stretched as my mind wandered, and felt the relief in my back muscles as a tiny bit of tension dropped away. Bottom line, I thought, was that our relationship worked, and I didn't want to be with anyone else. I had slowly learned to push back on her occasional bullshit, and that was one of the things that made our relationship work. I work in upper management, with a department of 80 people and five managers reporting into me. I deal with people issues and hiring and firing every day, and as I've advanced in my career, I've been less willing to put up with unreasonable demands and emotional outbursts from her, or from anyone, really. Earlier in our marriage, I was much more accommodating; I wanted and expected a marriage of equals, and I thought my wife did too, but she'd started becoming more assertive and aggressive over time. My initial take for the first 5 or 10 years of our marriage was that if she felt that strongly about it, and I could give to her, sure, why not. But over time, as I gave her what she wanted, I noticed that she was becoming increasingly bitchy and disrespectful. We had played some bondage games before we started our family, with me spanking her, ordering her around, tying her up... but since becoming parents we hadn't had time for that for ages. But at some point it occurred to me how things fit together... and how she wanted and needed for me to set firm boundaries for her, and show her in charge. That she wanted me to spank her and dominate her took this son of a feminist mother a while to figure out, but all-in-all, our marriage is stronger since I did.
For those not familiar with dominance and submission, it comes in many different flavors and extremes: our D/s relationship is more symbolic and perhaps more restricted to the bedroom than most who identify themselves as living that lifestyle. But it works for us, and when we can, we'll have scenes where I'm completely in charge, and she's completely submissive to me. Not regularly, though... there's always a time and place for romantic, vanilla sex, too, although I usually throw in something in our normal lovemaking to spice things up, like holding her hands over her head, giving her butt a few spanks, or most commonly, whispering dirty stories into her ear of what I'd like to do to here when we get time. For me, it's less about dominating her to my will than exciting her and giving her what she needs and maintaining a power structure that makes our marriage strong.
But, over the past few years, our sex life had suffered given everything else we were trying to cram in. All of us get the same number of hours in a day, but the demands placed upon us --and that we place on ourselves-- varies a lot. As mentioned, our priority for the past couple years had been to raise our family and also to care for our rapidly aging parents. Beyond that was my demanding job which was important for me to excel at, in order to make sure I could continue to provide the upper-middle-class suburban lifestyle we had decided was right for our kids. That hadn't left much time for us... we always made time to spend at least an hour together each night just catching up and talking, and we were able to get away for the occasional date... but not nearly as much as we would have liked and really needed to. Time and money were both short, and we just didn't have any other family to help us, so our relationship had definitely suffered. But we both recognized it, and promised each other that someday we'd get away.
And finally, it was someday.
I had left my Blackberry in the safe, and my out-of-office was turned on. I had a beer in my hand, and my wife was sitting next to me in her bikini... and I knew that later we'd probably nap, and when we woke up, we'd have sex. I felt the pressure start to ease off a bit, a bit less strain in my chest. Hopefully, in a couple days with enough sleep, sex and relaxation, I'd soon be feeling relaxed... whatever that felt like. With that thought, I then thought of the couple special items I'd packed in my suitcase, and smiled. With both of us relaxed and rested, and with time on our hands, we'd be finding time for some D/s roleplay... and I was really looking forward to that. Looking at my redheaded wife contentedly starting to read a trash paperback she had packed, I knew that this was going to be a great vacation.
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Three nights later, we came down to the dining room for dinner. The previous two nights and three days had been great. Both of us had surprised ourselves by sleeping a lot more than we had in years, and our routine had been to get up, get breakfast, go to the beach, come back for lunch, have sex, nap, go back out to the beach, have a nice dinner, more sex, then bed. Not exciting, but exactly what we needed with our batteries so discharged. The sex had been great, if not noteworthy: It was nice just to spend time talking, tracing the line of her jaw or hipbone with my finger, until it came time to embrace, kiss, and make love. Being able to nap together, and wake up together, without anyone calling for a drink of water, turning on the TV, or breaking something was just a great vacation in itself.
The package had included two 'private dinners' in the resort restaurant, which we had used the previous two nights. The rest of our dinners would be in the communal dining room. Dinner was buffet style, and the food great. You'd then pick a table and make conversation with the other folks at the table. We weren't terribly interested in making friends that night, but were happy to chat before we went back to our room. I already had some ideas about digging something out of the suitcase, and was starting to get a feel for the dynamic between my wife and me and whether it would be a night of dominating, tying, spanking, pleasuring, or some combination of those things. In our afternoon lovemaking session I could tell that she was getting ready for something new... as I pumped into her from behind, I had given her ass a few sharp smacks just before she came, and she had moaned aloud each time as I did so and ground back into me. I had reached up and put one hand around her shoulder and neck as I fucked her from behind, and with that she cried that she was cumming. "I'm cumming too!" I replied, and did. It was good, and a barometer that she was also ready for more than standard ol' vanilla sex, too.
As we lay in bed afterwards, with me spooning her from behind and running my hands running over her naked breasts and belly, I said after a few minutes of contented silence, "Tonight, after dinner and maybe a dip in the Jacuzzi, when we get back to our room, I want you to go to the bathroom, brush your teeth, and knock on the door when you're ready to come out. When I tell you to enter, you'll come out wearing nothing but your sexiest underwear, heels, and a smile. You'll stand in front of me, and spread your legs to shoulder-width, then you'll put your hands behind your neck, presenting yourself to me. Then, you'll say, "How can I serve you tonight, Sir?"
She said nothing for a moment or two, but my hand was still massaging her breasts and large, meaty nipples. I could feel her heartbeat pick up. Then: "Then what?"
I smiled, and for effect, took my time answering. I whispered, very slowly and clearly, "Whatever I want."
She said nothing, but I could feel her heart beating faster. I moved my hand down to her pussy. She was still wet from my cum... but I could feel the new heat and wetness there. My own heartbeat picked up, too. I nibbled her ear, and then whispered to her, "And you know what else? As you stand there, you'll realize that I've deliberately left the curtains open. Anyone walking by will be able to see you. They'll be able to see us, and whatever I'm doing to you."
Her thighs closed tightly on my hand, and I could hear her inhale sharply. This was something we had always fantasized about, but had never done. She said in a small, breathy voice, "I'm scared of that. Someone might see us."
