Wife (Femdom story line)

I spent the day thinking about him. About us. The way his hands feel on my skin, the way his body moves against mine. It’s been a while since we’ve had time to really connect, and I needed it. Needed him. So, I distracted myself the best way I knew how—with my small pink dildo and my Satisfyer, teasing myself thinking of how I wanted to suck his dick, tasting and sucking him moving to his balls, hm… I love to have his balls in my mouth, I always have to control myself, stopping just before I lose control and start biting his dick, but never letting myself fully let go.

My mind kept going further and further, eventually the box of toys at the base of the bed spoke to me, I took our medium size dildo, a nice flesh like dildo, a bit too stiff for my taste, but good enough for when I wanted to feel roughed up. Then I saw something else in the box, something that triggered my urges. Well I deserve it so I will play with it .

My mind kept wandering, spiraling deeper into my desires, until my gaze landed on the box of toys tucked at the base of the bed. It was like a silent invitation, calling to me. I reached in and pulled out our medium-sized dildo close to 25 cm but rather thin, flesh-like, with a stiffness that wasn’t really my preference but perfect for those moments when I craved a rougher touch.

As I held it, my eyes caught something else in the box, something that instantly ignited a fire in me. A thought flashed through my mind: I deserve this. I smiled an began making some preparations

I prepared his favorite pasta, the one he always craves after a long day at work. The kitchen smelled like garlic and basil. I imagined the look on his face when he walked in. But this wasn’t just about dinner. I had plans. Big plans.

After showering, I slipped into the dark green negligee I knew drove him wild. It barely covered my ass, showing a deep cleavage, the fabric clinging to my curves in all the right places. I looked at myself in the mirror, I bit my lip, feeling a rush of excitement. I waited for him on the couch, my legs crossed, the toys still within reach. But I couldn’t help myself—I kept teasing, touching, imagining his hands replacing mine.

Eventually, he walked in, and the look on his face was everything I’d hoped for—surprise, desire, that familiar hunger in his eyes. I could see the bulge growing in his pants, and it made me wetter than I already was.

He started to come closer, but I stopped him with a look. A look that said, Not yet. I stood up, my body moving with a confidence I knew he loved. I grabbed his ass, squeezing it like it was mine—because it is mine.

“I don’t want you to fuck me right now. Today I will be doing the fucking”

His confusion was delicious. I could see the questions in his eyes, but I didn’t give him time to ask. Instead, I sent him off to shower, to prepare himself for what I had planned. As he walked away, I couldn’t help but smile.