It was our third anniversary and I was looking forward to a romantic dinner at a nice restaurant. As I got into my car for the half hour commute I thought back to our conversation as we got ready for work. My hubby had remarked that if there were any suggestions I had for making things better we could talk about them at dinner.
Our sex life was great. He had a very talented mouth and brought me to many orgasms with his tongue.. As I drove I thought deeper about what he had said. He liked it when I was on top and most of the time he would reach under me and scootch me up until I was sitting on his face. He would bring me to multiple orgasms and then I would bury my cunt on his cock for another great fuck. When he was on top his usual modus operandi was to lay between my legs, lick me to orgasm then enter me until he came. He frequently told me that he adored my "A" cup boobs and perky nipples as he teased them to full arousal. As I thought about it I realized that he was probably a submissive. That thought excited me as I often fantasize about being a wicked domme, forcing a man to do my bidding. I did not know if I would bring it up at dinner but the thought intrigued me.
As I sat at my desk, trying to work my mind drifted to my introduction to BDSM. I was living with my parents for a few months as my house was being built. My younger brother had just come home from college and had taken off for the day to play golf with his buddies. I went into his room, poking around to see if he had a porn stash in his bedroom. In the bottom of his closet was a box full of femdom magazines. As I looked through the mags I was impressed with the confident and strong women depicted. I also really liked the outfits the women were wearing. Seeing pics of men licking the girls shoes, kissing their rear ends and laying supine below them made me hot. The pics of girls whipping boys, forcing their heads between their legs caused my hand to go into my shorts and into my panties. The picture essay of a girl peeing into a guys mouth caused me to gasp. I stroked my pussy until I groaned with release. I gathered up the magazines and returned them to his closet. I was really impacted by his porn stash. For the next couple of months every time I stroked myself I was thinking about being a strong domme to a humble guy.
Then I met Max. To say that he swept me off my feet would be a huge understatement. He was funny, kind, gentle and the sex was great. We would fuck two or three times every evening. His seven inches would bring me to climax almost every time. We would spend all weekend in bed, him licking me until I had to push him away as the feeling was too strong. He would laugh and then attack me again with his tongue. We got married and now it was our third anniversary and I was contemplating reopening the door to a D&S relationship.
I drove home after work contemplating my situation. Even if I did not push him I knew the sex that night would be great. I changed into a short skirt a thong and wore black nylon stocking held up by my most sexy garter belt. I put on black leather high heels and a nearly see through blouse to complete my look.
When Max came home he kissed me and I nearly swooned as his tongue probed my mouth. He quickly changed into khakis and a blue button down shirt and we took off for the restaurant.
He was Mr. Gallant when we arrived at the restaurant. He ran around our SUV and opened the door for me. A passionate kiss followed then he opened the door to the restaurant for me. We were soon seated in an out of the way corner of the restaurant. We ordered our first drinks and exchanged simple pleasantries as we waited for our drinks to arrive.
"So," he started tentatively, "any thoughts on how things can be made better?"
I picked up my glass as a stall. I took a sip of my beer then said "I am totally satisfied with our relationship so far."
"But" he replied.
" So, what kind of porn did you watch the most before we were together?" I asked.
It was his time to stall. He took a long draw on his beer, then he looked me in the eyes and replied, "I used to watch a lot of porn."
"What kind of porn." I pressed.
" I liked movies with strong women." He replied.
"Femdom porn?" I asked.
He put his head down and whispered, "Yes.".
"Same." I replied.
"You?" He asked.
"Yes me, I found my brothers stash of femdom magazines a few years ago and it has fueled many fantasies for me."
"So, where do we go from here?" he asked.
