Things Are Changing

Rebecca returns home later in the afternoon with two large plain purple plastic bags. She was looking fine in a hip hugging free flowing dress and a simple cotton blouse that showed a bit of her delectable cleavage. Before she even says hello she hurries to the bedroom to drop them off. As she exits the room I can tell she is full to the brim of nervous kinky energy as I was, there was a noticeable spring to her step. On tip toes she practically dances into my arms as she returns.

We hug and kiss. "Missed you." I say.

"Mmm." She smiles. "Have a good day?"

I shrug. "Just some errands, came home checked some emails, the usual."

The corner of her lip curls up momentarily at my mention of emails, her blue eyes sparkle with that fun loving verve I was seeing in her more and more. I fight my own smile showing through. "Hmm." Is all she says.

"See Amber today?" I ask, pressing the point for my own curiosity.

She nods. "She took me out for cheesecake, a bit of a celebration." I could imagine what they were celebrating. The thought of them raising a toast to my cuckoldry was intensely humiliating. They would have discussed it in detail, far more in depth than an email, and in a public place no less. The neighboring tables surely heard some of it. I could practically hear the girls laughter ringing in my ears. My masculine ego chastises me. What kind of man lets his wife... I push the thoughts from my mind before they consumed me.

"Hungry?" I ask.

"Yeah, I could eat." She then pats my stomach. "You can wait until later tonight though."

I laugh. "Sorry, what?"

"I said you can wait. Have water if you want, but that's it." She looks me square in the eyes. "Go make me a sandwich. Bring it to me when its done."

There is silence for a beat before she turns and struts down the hall toward the living room. I stand there for a moment stunned. That wasn't a request she'd just given me, it was an order! Two things hit me at once. The first was her comment from the email to Amber about things changing now that she thought of me as a beta male. The second was the realization that whatever it was she had planned tonight it had already begun.

The bedroom stuff crossing out into everyday life was an interesting twist. Well...I was more than game. I wanted to see where this trail would lead. I had never wanted my wife more than I did now. I get to work whipping up a quick turkey sandwich for my wife.

When I bring it to her she is sitting in the corner chair of the living room texting on her phone. She smiles and chuckles and taps away at the conversation. I approach and offer her the plate.

"Who ya talking to?" I ask casually.

She looks at my offering the shakes her head disapprovingly. "What is that?"

"Uh...a sandwich."

"No tomato, no sides, and you know I like sliced pickle on my sandwich."

"Uh..."

"Throw it out." She gives me a dismissive wave of her hand. "Make me a new one. And don't fuck it up this time, hmm?" She looks up at me to make unflinching eye contact. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

"Uh..."

"Do I need to make it?" She then lays it out clear as day. "I was hoping we could have sex tonight, but if you can't even make me a proper fucking sandwich..."

"No! No, no. I'll make it." I say, **** to keep sex on the evening itinerary and wanting Rebecca to stay in this dominant mood she was in.

"Good boy." She returns her attention to the screen of her phone and starts to chuckle and type once more. As I hurry out of the room she calls after me. "Love you babe."

"Love you too." I reply.

In a flash the old substandard sandwich is in the trash and I am pulling out the ingredients once more. Never in my life had I expected the act of making a turkey sandwich to be...fun! Knowing I was making this for Rebecca's approval was strangely exhilarating. I make the best god damned sandwich I ever had. Dijon mustard, mayo, turkey, swiss, sliced pickles, tomato and lettuce. With just a dash of cracked pepper at the end. Beside my masterpiece I set out some celery, carrots, and a handful of potato chips. I also take the liberty of pouring Rebecca a half glass of Pinot Grigio.

Walking like a waiter in a Michelin starred restaurant I bring my offering back to my wife. As I walk in she sets down her phone. "It is about time."

"Sorry."

I set the plate, the wine glass, and a cloth napkin on the end table at her side. She looks it over...and she likes it! "Very good." She says.

Her praise is a meal all its own. I sit at the end of the couch closest to her and watch her eat and drink. I go to start up a conversation but she holds up a finger to shush me. I button my lips. In total silence I sit and watch my wife enjoy the meal I had made for her. She swallows her last bite, finishes the wine, and dabs her plump lips clean with the napkin.

"Delicious." She says at last breaking the long silence.

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Mmmm." She reaches over and rubs my knee. "Good boy. Now go on up and wait for me in my room."

My room she said, not our room. I stand and offer her my hand. She ignores me and returns to her phone. "I'll be up in a bit. Don't do or touch anything until I get there."

My hand lowers and I gaze down at my wife. This new attitude was so fucking hot on her! I shake my head to return to the moment and turn to leave.

"Ahem!" She interrupts. I look back and she directs my attention down to the dirty plates with her eyes.

"Oh, of course." I hurry to take the used dishes. I drop them off in the kitchen then make my way to the bedroom. Sitting at the foot of the bed I wait for beautiful wife. I see the purple shopping bags tucked in under her vanity. I was tempted to take a peek but she told me not to touch anything and I very much wanted to see what obedience would get me tonight. 'Good boy' she had called me. She was giving orders now. God damn that was hot as hell, I prayed she didn't leave me wait too long.

So there I sit, hands on my knees at the foot of our bed, waiting for Rebecca. The minutes creep by excruciatingly slow. I could see in the vanity mirror I looked calm and collected, but on the inside my horny lust was a wildfire sweeping through me from head to toe.