30 - Whats Good for the Goose.
MFM / Hotwife / BDSM / Dom/sub / Bondage / Humiliation / Spanking / Toys
I sat across from Owen, my hand idly descending down my lightly freckled chest and over the huge rise of my breasts. Strands of blonde hair strayed across them, and a deep heat burned within me. My fingers desired to play in this heat, but I wanted Owen to play, too.
We had been together for three years, not long enough for the spark to have gone, but something had changed.
When we were first together, he had always been eager to jump into bed with me, yet now there always seemed to be another priority.
Like now, when his brown eyes were glued to the screen and it was as though I was nothing more than an echo.
“Come on, Owen; baby needs you,” I said in my most alluring, sensual tone. I reached out for him, but as soon as my fingers rested on his body, he pushed me away. He always pushed me away.
“I’m not in the mood right now. You know I’ve had a hard week. I just want to take it easy for a while.”
“Then let me make it better. I might not be able to make it easy, but I can sure make it hard,” I said playfully, reaching along his thigh toward the middle of his crotch. He snatched my hand away though, hurting me a little.
“Jo!” He glared at me. “I told you I just want to relax. I’m sorry. I just … I just can’t right now, okay?”
I fell back on the couch. It wasn’t okay.
It wasn’t okay at all. But, how could I tell him that in a way that would lead to a discussion?
I had tried bringing it up before, and he just kept saying that he had been tired from work and under a lot of pressure, but I knew it wasn’t entirely that.
I was supposed to be the one to help him get out of that pressure.
I had tried offering to suck him off, or just using my hands.
I offered to strip for him. I tried suggesting we bathe together.
I had gone through everything, and while he kept insisting that he loved me and was attracted to me, the evidence spoke for itself.
I didn’t even feel like playing with myself any longer.
The air was thick with tension. I kept waiting for him to turn around and speak sweetly to me, to take me in his arms and tell me how stupid he was to neglect me.
I wanted to feel his tender touch again, to look into his dark blue eyes and know that I was the only woman he had ever wanted and he had ever loved, but that didn’t happen.
I’m not sure he even noticed me when I left the room.
I went into the bedroom and pulled out my phone, scrolling idly through a few apps.
I was on one of the social ones when I saw a name I hadn’t come across in a while.
His name was Ron, and he was someone I had chatted to on and off for a few years.
We had actually met on a dating site, and although we had always gotten on well, we hadn’t actually met up.
The stars just hadn’t aligned, I guessed.
Then I was with Owen and the conversation just died down.
It wasn’t that I was going to cheat on Owen, but it didn’t feel right to speak to a guy I had never met when I had my boyfriend right there.
But Ron had always been insightful, and there were a few times when chatting with him had really helped me out.
It was strange to speak to him after all this time, but I figured that the worst he could do was ignore me. Speaking to my friends hadn’t helped.
Hey! It’s been a long time. I’m not sure if you remember me or not but … how’s it going?
Jo! Of course I remember you. Yeah, it has been a while, but I’m still going strong. What about you? Are you still with that guy you were dating?
I am, although I haven’t considered us dating for a long time. We’ve been together for over three years now.
Wow, congratulations! That’s great. Things sound like they’re going pretty good for you then.
Yeah … well … to be honest, that’s what I was hoping to speak to you about.
I just remember that you always gave really good advice, and I’m kind of at my wit’s end here.
I don’t know who else to turn to. It’s going to be really embarrassing, but do you mind helping me out with a little personal problem?
Sure thing. You know I’m always happy to help.
Okay, I took a deep breath before I typed, things with Owen and me haven’t been great for a while, you know, in the bedroom.
I don’t know what happened. It’s like one day he just suddenly decided that he didn’t want to be attracted to me anymore, even though he says he is.
I know we’ve been together for a while, and we live together now, so it’s not like we have that exciting new glow about ourselves, but I’m not ready to be an old couple!
I just don’t know what to do! I’ve tried being sexy, I’ve tried being cute, I’ve tried giving him space, I’ve tried throwing myself at him.
I’ve tried so many things, and I just … I have no idea what else to try.
I don’t want to break up with him, but I’m not sure it can continue like this.
I’m sorry to hear you’re having this problem.
I think it tends to be quite common, but that doesn’t make it easier.
Hopefully, it won’t get to the point where you have to break up.
You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want because I don’t want to get personal, but when you have sex, what is it like?
I mean, is it rough, is it making love, does it last a long time?
I think we’re beyond the point where it’s too personal, lol, but yeah, I mean, he always knows how to make me feel good, and it’s not like he ever just wants to make it all about himself. Sometimes I do just wish that he would throw me down and ravish me, though.
Sometimes all anyone needs is a good fucking . That was another thing about Ron. He was never shy about the way he said anything. Have you ever tried getting involved in kink?
You mean, like handcuffs and stuff?
Yeah.
I’ve thought about it, but I’ve never really tried it.
Maybe you should. It might add a layer of excitement. I, for one, think you’d look pretty good in handcuffs and with your mouth gagged.
I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. It felt wrong and yet exciting at the same time. I had never had anything like this happen to me, but the image it conjured in my mind made my body sizzle with desire.
Thank you , I typed with trembling hands.
No worries, Jo. Let me know how it goes. If you need anything else, just let me know
Just like that, the chat was over. I was left wondering how much Ron knew about handcuffs and gags and whatever else was involved in kink.
My heart raced, and as I searched an online store, my eyes widened at the sheer range of equipment people used.
There were floggers and nipples clamps, vibrators and leashes, and chains and …
it was endless. I couldn’t help but think of Ron standing there, using them.
He was tall and broad shouldered, and once, I had heard his voice in a clip he had left me.
It was a deep baritone, and now I imagined him telling me in person what he had typed to me.
I was so far on the edge of arousal that it only took the thought of being on my knees with my hands tied behind my back to drive the pleasure thrumming through me.
I gasped as I touched myself. The laptop slipped away, and I descended into a torturous agony where my fingers delved inside me.
I bet Ron would have just thrown me down, pinned me to the bed, and fucked the life out of me, all the while my mouth was gagged, unable to scream.
Oh God, the thought was exhilarating, and it wasn’t long before I felt my fingers soaked in wetness.
I gasped and groaned, and pulled the sheets over me, waiting for the color to fade from my flushed skin.
When Owen came to bed, I hardly noticed. He didn’t even give me a kiss goodnight.
***
When the package came, I was excited. I thought that once Owen saw what I had done he would be excited and at least want to play.
When he came home, I called him upstairs as I had the sex toys displayed around me. I was only wearing a bra and panties.
“Look what I got,” I said, smiling proudly.
“What is this?” he asked.
“It’s for us. For you to use on me if you’d like,” I said, picking up a pair of handcuffs.
He looked nonplussed and didn’t make any motion to take the handcuffs off me. He just stood there, as implacable as if he was made of ice.
I leaned forward, pressing my breasts together to accentuate my bursting cleavage. I parted my lips. “Want to give them a try?”
For a moment, I hoped that he would actually begin to be the man I had fallen for. But those hopes were dashed almost immediately.
“Jo … I’m not really into this stuff.”
I let out a long, low exhalation, and then anger erupted within me. I threw the handcuffs down in anger. They bounced on the bed. “Well, what the hell are you into then?” I shrieked. Then I listed all the things I had tried.
Owen just stood there.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said.
“That doesn’t help me, Owen. We’re supposed to be in a relationship.
I love you, and I want to be close to you.
If things have changed for you, then you need to tell me.
If you don’t find me attractive, then I need to know, because otherwise, I’m just making a fool of myself,” I said, my voice cracking with emotion.
“It’s not that! It’s just … I don’t know. I’m sorry. I can’t explain it to you, but it’s not you, Jo. I promise it’s not you. It’s like I said; I’ve just been tired and under a lot of pressure and—”
“I don’t want to hear it, Owen. I just don’t want to hear it anymore. This is big. We’re in trouble. I love you, and I love our lives together, but I can’t keep going on like this. I just want to be fucked!” I yelled, throwing my hands into the air.
Owen’s head hung down as he left the bedroom.
I sat there, tears welling in my eyes, with all the sex toys around me, feeling completely foolish.