I'm a 28 year old white caucasian woman living in New York City with my husband, Nick. We have been married for the last 3 years and we both love each other a lot. I am working for an insurance company on the 32nd street while Nick is a real estate agent. I'm no gym freak but I have been able to maintain a body men want to stare at when I go out. Maybe its my ass that tries to pop out a bit or maybe it's my clothes that show off the curves of my breast. It's not that I have a problem with men starting. It actually gives me a kick when men sneakily look at my breast or even my ass.
I have such a junior at my office, Joe who works under me as an Analyst. I caught him multiple times sneakily trying to stare at my ass. I should have been repelled by this pervert act of his but it actually used to turn me on. He is 6'2 and an actual gym freak with a tattoo running down his arm probably from his chest. He is hot! I started wearing hot outfits just to give him a better look. He always found ways to come near me and talk to me. It made me feel slutty and turned me on like anything.
Me and Joe eventually became good friends and started going out for casual post office dinners to discuss office politics and work. He tried to flirt with me on multiple occasions telling me how beautiful and hot I looked. I always blushed and never tried to stop him. "If you weren't married I would have tried to kiss you right here" he said on one of out post office dinners.
"Sorry Joe but I am married and I love Nick. I can't do this to him." His face suddenly turned sad. "But you should not stop trying your luck", I said further just to give another kick to my wet pussy. His face turned red, but we went back home without a kiss.
A few days later...
"How the hell did you shout at Joe at the party. You know he's just a friend and he was drunk," I yelled at my husband, Nick. Although I knew Joe was wrong here as he tried to kiss me at the party right in front of Nick, but I didn't want to lose the dominant position I thought I had in the relationship and definitely didn't want to stop talking to Joe, which is what I figured what Nick would demand after seeing what happened at the party a few hours ago.
"Friends my ass, he was all over you! Enjoy your filthy friend. I'm out of your life," is what I feared Nick might say and quickly regretted my decision. But he shocked me. "Okay I'm sorry babe," he said, with his head bowed down in shame as if he really did something wrong. That feeling of being able to dominate that moment, even where I was wrong gave me a strong kick to my kinky side of the brain.
"Can I take this further," I thought. It took me a few seconds to think before I replied "Don't say sorry to me. Say sorry to Joe. Text him right away that you are sorry for saying all those things you said to him and you have no right to stop him"
"I can't text him that! I know he was drunk but he was still touching you inappropriately."
"Nick, I decide what my friends can and cannot do. If it is inappropriate, I will deal with him, not you. Now text him right fucking away what I told you," I tried to get even stricter with my voice this time, completely trying to push his limits and get what I want.
To my hope this time, he obliged. "Okay fine I'll do it."
"Right away!" I said with a mean tone.
"Okay," he said with a low voice. He seemed defeated.
I didn't know at that time, if it gave him a kick out of this small dominating act of mine, but it definitely made me wet to see him bow in front of me and say sorry, that too to a guy who tried to touch and kiss me at a party. This incident gave me a permanent dominant position in the relationship. "I'm going to sleep. Do the dishes before you come to bed," I would tell him and he would sweetly oblige. I had him in love with my body so badly he thought he couldn't afford losing me at any cost. So anything I said strongly or angrily would be done no questions asked and I was loving it. As days passed, I started getting meaner, more unreasonable, and stricter with my demands just to see if I could keep getting what I want.
By this point I knew Nick was enjoying it too. All I had to do was push him to his tipping point and break him completely so he submits to me. "I told you to do the dishes before you come to bed Nick. My plate is still on the table. You can't do anything I ask properly. I'm really mad," I yelled one day.
"I'm sorry babe, I didn't see it. I'll do it right away," he replied.
