This Friday, my lovely wife came home from work and announced, "I want to quit", but this time she added an extremely interesting twist, "I'll stay home, clean house every day, do the yard work, and ... be your sex slave."
This stopped me in my tracks as Trixxxie had not made the sex slave offer in decades, since before we had our kids; when we were still teenagers.
"How serious are you?" I asked.
She steps in close, grabs my hands, places them on her ass, steps in to bump her pelvis against mine, and says "Very."
"You do realize that a slave can't say no?" I ask.
Trixxxie replies, "You can't ask me to have sex with other people, in public, or dress too revealing..."
"A slave making demands to her master? Is that how you think this is going to work?"
"I want to make sure there are rules in place, so I can say yes to all your wishes."
After a couple of seconds of rubbing our bellies together, I offer this compromise, "Let's take a week or two of sick time, we will write down the rules you want and sign them, and give your offer a try. Does that work for you?" This compromise results in her undoing the buckle of my belt, unbuttoning the fly of my work pants and slipping her hand in to find my stirring dick. Her tongue slips into my mouth and we tongue wrestle while she fondles my manhood.
"Why do we need to write down the rules, and sign them?" she purrs while teasing me.
"I want to make sure we are on the same page and that I know where your limits are for this trial run. The rules will change if you quit. Is that fair?"
"What will the rules be if I quit?"
I explain, "That is something we will discuss then, let's do the rules for now. Grab a paper and pen."
She turns to get these items from the office desk but keeps my dick in her hand pulling me after her. She turns and smiles at me and asks, "You coming? Or are you cumming?" and winks.
"Whichever you prefer! You seem to be in control here!"
She drags me to the office desk to retrieve the pad and pen and then sits me on the couch. She sits next to me and turns toward me and crosses her legs. This pulls the fabric of her pants tight into her, showing me the outline of her panties and body through the light linen fabric of her clothing. She "accidently" drops the pen between her legs and draws her fingers across the tight crotch of her pants. She looks at me, knowing my eyes are riveted to her hand to see what she will do next. She slowly runs her fingertips across her clothes and stops with her fingers right above her love hole. She holds her fingers there maintaining pressure on the fabric, pressing just enough to push the fabric into her lips. She watches my face until I raise my eyes to meet her gaze and watch her wink and blow me a kiss.
"Do you like what you see? Do I get to write my own rules? Or am I going to leave you drooling?" she asks.
"Start writing." Is all I can say in answer.
Trixxxie writes:
No sex with other guys
No sex where others can see
No clothes that are too revealing
"What do you think?" she asks.
"What is too revealing for your clothes?"
"Anything that shows areas that are meant for you only." She explains.
"And this is for anytime we go out in public; not when we are at home or alone?"
Trixxxie agrees with this and I have her add that to her notes. I then ask her, "Are those your final rules? No other restrictions?"
She agrees, then signs and dates her notes before handing the pad to me. I sign it and ask "When do we start? Now? In the morning? Monday after we both call in?"
"Tomorrow when you wake up is early enough. Tonight is our last night as equals and I'm gonna use you." And then her hand reaches up and unzips her pants before she slides her hand into the front of her pants.
"How are you going to use me?" I inquire.
"Cook me dinner while I change."
Instead of cooking, I decide to heat a couple of frozen pitas in the interest of using the time for fun. When the microwave beeps, I hear, "Not ready yet. Stay there."
After what seems like forever, Trixxxie walks out of the bedroom wearing a sheer white swimsuit cover-up over a very tiny white string bikini. She strolls toward me and does a quick pirouette to show me the whole package. She stops after the turn and lifts the hem of the cover and looks me in the eyes as she says, "Your suit's in the bedroom, change and meet me in the hot tub." She grabs a pita with one hand and rubs the front of my pants before she rubs against me as she passes.
I swallow my dinner in a couple of bites and rush to change into her choice of swimwear for me. As I head for the backyard I grab a wine bottle from her fridge and a couple of beers from mine. I drop the bottles into a cooler and top it with ice and rush out the door onto the porch. I quickly decide to return to the house as the concrete of our Arizona home's patio scorches the bottoms of my bare feet. Arizona in the summer can be brutal outdoors, but that leaves more time for bedroom Olympics indoors during the afternoon. After slipping on some sandals I try the door again. As I approach the hot tub, I see my wife grinning as she comments, "A little warm out here?"
"And getting hotter by the second," is my reply as I see the cover-up hanging next to the bubbling spa. Trixxxie has a wine glass in her hand and holds it out for a fill-up. "I see you thought of me, or do you only have beer in there?" as she nods to the cooler in my hand.
I put the cooler on the table next to the spa and pour her glass to the brim. "You trying to get me drunk?"
"Yes, yes I am. That glass is just a start."
She rises from the bubbling water to show me the extra small bikini is one that I had cut the liner from to make it sheer when wet. She sits on the side of the spa and lifts a leg to the side showing me her stubble covered pussy. "Looks like you need to shave me; it's been a week." Her fingers move around the sheer fabric, never quite touching her sex and she laughs as I stand there with my jaw on the ground.
"Show me your swim suit" she tells me as she directs me to spin around with her unoccupied hand.
I drop the towel from around my waist and look her in the eyes and stick my tongue out at her as she laughs at the tiny Speedo she had somehow bought for me. I spin around as directed, stopping when she can see my ass and I pull the material up to create a thong for her enjoyment. As I continue my turn my erection starts to build and the head of my dick starts to peek from the top of my swimsuit. I look at her and see she is noticing my arousal and watch her smile, lick her lips and look me in the eyes as she reaches to untie the string of her bikini bottoms. She stares deep into my eyes as her swimwear drops and her fingers slip into her box. She smiles as my dick peeks further from my swimsuit, but it is getting very uncomfortable for me, so I push the Speedo down, grab a beer from the cooler and join her on the side of the spa. As my feet and legs enter the water of the spa, I notice the water is actually a little cooler than the ambient air. The air in our desert backyard is 110 degrees, while the spa's water is only 105 degrees.
