My Wife, My Slave

An eBook By David Jewell.

Cindy anxiously waited for her husband to come home from work. She was hoping he didn't have to stay after his shift at the police department tonight to write reports because she had finally worked up the courage to share with him some of her sexual fantasies. She took a sip of her wine and glanced at the clock. It was eleven twenty. If he had gotten off work on time, he should be arriving soon. She crossed her black hose cover legs, right over left. She moved her hand over her calf. She was pleased with how toned her legs were from her aerobics classes. In fact, she was pleased that her body was firmer now than it had been in high school.

She thought about their first three years of marriage. The sex had been great and her husband, Greg, had incredible staying power. Often times, she would climax twice before he would finally cum. She loved feeling his hot load being released deep inside her after she came. She loved sucking his eight-inch long penis. She loved how it felt sliding over her lips, and how it twitched when she used her tongue on his glans. She recalled how surprised he was, when she wanted him to cum in her mouth for the first time. Even though she was a virgin when they married, she had given a few blowjobs in high school. When her boyfriend Fred came in her mouth the first time she had ever engaged in oral sex, she was hooked on the taste and texture of cum. She never understood why so many of her friends didn't like its taste. To her, it was like a sweet nectar. And with Greg, she had discovered that she loved the taste of his cum mingled with her juices when she went down on him after having sex. That taste was incredible. Of course, Greg didn't mind, especially after she was able to get him hard again and have him cum in her mouth a second time. Yes, sex with her husband was great.

In spite of their great sex life, Cindy had some longings deep inside. She had some sexual fantasies she wanted to explore and experience in real life. She wasn't sure Greg would understand, but the need to experiment was strong. She took another sip of wine to calm her nerves. She heard the garage door open. She knew she wasn't going to turn back from sharing her needs with him this time. She stood on her black paten leather stilettos and adjusted her stockings and dark blue garter belt. She positioned her breasts in the D cups of her blue bra before making a final adjustment to the matching lace panties. After finishing her glass of wine, she took a deep breath and waited for Greg to come into the house. Her heart was beating a little faster as the door opened. "Hi, Hon," she said when he walked into the living room. She watched his eyes.

"Wow! Awesome!" he said as he stopped in his tracks when he saw her. His eyes slowly moved over her body. "You look good enough to eat." He opened his arms as she moved toward him and hugged her tight.

"Maybe later," she said and kissed him. She pressed her body against him. She felt his Sam Browne belt against her abdomen. She smelled the street and his sweat on his uniform.

"Mmm," he moaned as her breasts poked into his chest. His hands squeezed her firm ass. "You feel great."

"So do you," she purred. "Can I get you drink?"

"Yeah. Let me change out of my uniform." He moved his hand over her lace panties.

"Just stay in your uniform for now."

"It was a long, hot day. I need to change."

She looked into his medium blue eyes. "Please, don't take off your uniform, yet."

He looked into pale green eyes, and smiled when he noticed she had even put on some makeup tonight. "Okay. I'll take my Southern Comfort on the rocks and make it a double."

"Okay, Hon."

He watched her wiggle her great ass as she walked to the kitchen. He felt his cock stir over how sexy she looked in lingerie. He sat on the sofa. I wonder what's on her mind, he mused. He stretched and waited for his drink. "You look great tonight," he said when Cindy leaned over to serve his drink, giving him a wonderful view of her cleavage.

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