She takes Charge 1
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DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving male teens.
The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased.
Hell, I am a guy, a mans man, and I always tended to take charge of everything. When I met my bride to be she appeared to have no opinion about anything. Where to eat, what movie to watch, what to do in bed, or anything else. It was all on me to take command and it fit my persona of the man in control.
After our wedding and a few months of married bliss I thought that some things needed to change. I complained that she never would tell me what she wanted. She expected me to just know I guess. Drove me a bit crazy especially in the sack. Did she like me to suck her tits, pinch her nipples, hard, soft? Fingering light and fast or hard and slow or not at all. She often seemed to be non involved until the time that my eating her pussy or pumping her cunt brought the final result. It was kind of boring.
So I told her that. Oops. Maybe not the response I expected but I came to enjoy it.
Outside the bedroom my wife informed me that maybe I was getting a little bossy. I always appeared to control the day to day. I had my preferences as to how she dressed and I even told her what kind of underwear she needed to have on. I likes the lacy sex stuff to be under her clothes. It got me going when she got undressed to reveal her great body in a hot bra and panties. I insisted on nylon or satin panties too. I hated feeling her up in nasty plain cotton briefs. To be truthful I did not really like them on me either so I had moved to silk boxers even though I so disliked the free swinging nature of my equipment in them. Rather enjoyed the more confined feeling in briefs. Having a conversation about these things brought some swift changes.
One friday evening as my wife slid out of her blouse and skirt I kind of frowned at her as she was standing there in a basic wire free beige bra and white cotton briefs. "God, do you know how boring that looks?" I said. "Why don't you ever wear the sexy underwire bra and hot lacy panties I bought you for your birthday? You know it excited me. Are you trying to not turn me on?"
"Honey. The hot stuff is not all that comfortable to wear all day and besides it is a pain to hand wash the pricey dainty stuff you seem to like."
I jumped right in with a solution. "If washing is the issue I will wash any of your lingerie you need taken care of if you will just wear it for me now and then. And if it is not comfy for work just tell me you will change into the hot stuff for lounging around the house or going to bed or just for sex. I crave the visual stimulation of you in panties and sexy bras."
"I will think about that." she told me while she unhooked the boring bra and put on a very cute satin chemise nightgown for bed. At least It was sexy and I was going to so enjoy pawing her parts thru that silky material. We had a good but typical night. Her passive and me questioningly aggressive at meeting both of our needs. The next morning we had a little tiff about the disagreement the night before. I asked her if she didn't think she felt sexier in her satin nightgown than in her crappy pajamas. We didn't reach any agreements and the day went on.
After dinner Gwen, my wife, wart upstairs for a short while and returned in her plush ankle length robe wearing a funny grin on her face as I watched TV.
"Well what do you think?" she asked while modeling the robe.
"It's fine. You look cute all fluffy."
Turning away I heard the telltale sound of the long zipper being undone. Curious I stared at her as she came back around to reveal a white lace push up bra that nicely mounded her breasts over the cup edges and below were nylon and lace panties to match. I had an instant hard on.
"How about now?" she queried.
"Holy shit. You look amazing. There was not an ounce of resistance within me. With a stiff dick raging in my pants I stood and literally threw her down on the couch, pulled her sexy panties to one side and ate her twat voraciously until we were both kind of drenched in her juices and I was ready to cum. I was some kind of animal then. I extracted myself from between her legs, stood beside the couch dropping my pants and releasing my aching boner. Gwens eyes were locked on me stroking my cock until I released my pent up loaf of hot cum over her face and her tits. What a mess! Felt so fucking good being that kinky with my wife and I was kind of worried how she would react.
As the last dribbles of spooge remained dangling on the tip of my cock Gwen reached up for my neck and drew me to her asking me to kiss her. It was not until I was close enough to smell the telltale aroma of cum that i realized I was about to kiss her face with it covered in my own gloppy goop.
She locked her hands behind my head forcefully making me kiss her tummy lips. "You like spraying your goo on my face? How about you kiss it all away and clean up the mess you made!"
Without much choice our faces smeared together with sperm for lubricant and she demanded that I lick it all off if i ever wanted to see her dressed like this again. Oh Shit! Yes Ma'am! I licked.
I was not even comprehending the taste of the cum, just the passionate make out session that had ensued. With her face all taken care of from the cum on her lips and cheek to a bit on her neck I figured I was done.
"What about these tits you seem to like so much? Does my hubby bitch boy expect to get away with not cleaning up all of his little messes? Lick that cum off my tits and you better do a really good job!"
I was aghast at her actually making demands but dove right in and found it completely thrilling to gobble my own goo from the bulging breasts pushed high by the bra. Feeling my own hot breath warming my face while I explored and cleansed her deep cleavage had me all hard again and ready for more.
Gwen pushed me away when all the cum was consumed and told me to go and shower and then wait for her upstairs. She was taking charge and I was enjoying it.
Enjoying the warm spray in the walk in shower I could see thru the textured glass door when Gwen entered. I could make out the she was getting out of the bra and panties and gathering some things from the drawers by the sink. The door swung open and in she came, naked, with a razor and the bottle of shave gel she used all the time on her legs.
" I need to get you ready for some other new experiences I have planned for you, darling." she said in a sarcastic tone. "I am going to remove most of this nasty hair from your chest, your upper legs and, yes my love, even your crotch and balls. If you are so intent on experiencing the pleasures of me wearing hot sexy underwear you need to understand all that us girls go thru to look so good. We slave, you shave."
Using the cream liberally slathering my chest Gwen shaved away all the hair from my chest and my belly. I never was very hairy anyway so it was not a big deal and I kind of enjoyed the new more sensitive nature of my skin feeling the pulsing spray from the shower head wand as she rinsed me off. She did my back and even my ass as she worked her way down to my knees being so careful to leave no follicles untouched. Her hands felt better than ever slipping over my newly denuded ass and thighs.
"I don't want to slip up and injure you baby so I want you to shave your `parts'." Taking a large palm full of the cream my rather pushy now wife worked it over my pubes and my ball sack giving me some hints about being safe with sharp objects and tender nuts. She told me as I worked to meet her demand that I had to get proficient at doing this as it was to be my new normal if I had a continuing interest in sex. I did a good job and she tested it. While she juggled my baby soft balls in her palm and used her other hand to slide over and carefully check my shaft and pubic mound she commented. "You have no idea how good these will feel in your new underwear and the nightgown I bought you today."
I had questions!
Exiting the shower we toweled each other off throughly. Gwen open my underwear drawer and withdrew something. She was close at my feet so it was not until she instructed me to "step in" that I saw she was holding up a pair of rather skimpy pink satin panties answering my "what new underwear" question.
Holy shit. They felt so amazingly good with the cool material sliding over my calves and then my hairless thighs before nestling my balls into the silky crotch. She held the waist band stretched out and told me to put my dick away. I manhandled it into their new cool to the tough enclosure. What the fuck was going on? You wanted her to tell you what she wanted. You got it now.
Standing in a bit of a trance like state with my cock fighting to escape the gripping hip hugger cut of the panties, Gwen, naked, slipped a pale blue satin baby doll nighty over her head. Watching it flutter down over her breasts and belly made matters worse as i was beginning to leak in my own new undies.
Back onto her drawer she reached and in her reappearing hand was another baby doll nightgown.
Pink to match the panties my parts were currently captured within. "Hands up, Bitch" That was all new talk and I was thinking that when she commanded "Now! Get your arms in these straps!"
Yes dear, my mind said as my extended arms found the required place and Gwen released the little slip of satin to cascade over my now -oh-so-sensitive chest and tickle my belly before barely covering my pink panty clad crotch. "So how does it feel to be girly? Was it worth all of the trouble? Do you understand what us gals go thru daily so you guys can ogle our bodies and our lingerie? Do You!"
"Yes babe."
"That will be Yes Mistress from now on. Tonight you are my lesbian husband lover. I have met your request for dressing sexy and you will meet all of my demands going forward. Do you understand?"
"Yes!" Then I quickly added "Mistress".
Had my wish become a nightmare? Time would tell. Wait and see.
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