A wife well bred

Chase had been gone a week already. Miranda didn't really mind the time he spent away, after all, the pay was good and he would have opportunities once he left the army. Married for 6 years now, theirs had always been an odd relationship, especially since Chase had learned to open up. She had always known he was submissive. That was fine, she had no desire to serve or kneel before any man.

What hadn't been so obvious was just HIW submissive we really was. Eventually he even admitted (after she had made a joke about it) that he viewed her as the masculine partner and himself as the feminine. She was even a little taller than him and it drove him wild when she wore heels, towering over him. This would have upset most women and she did find herself somewhat irritated at first....but he wasn't wrong. This even bled into sex. More and more she had taken the active role to the point of mounting and fucking his ass missionary style and rubbing his balls like a real man would rub a woman's clit to get him off. The only vestige of masculinity he had retained was that he still put his dick in her for 30 seconds before blowing his load. She enjoyed it all, but she dreamed of something more... Or well... Different. Not that she would ever get it. She had always been a faithful wife and would remain so. The problem was that she could no longer even take him seriously as a man. She'd probably laugh at him if he ever tried to be assertive.

Getting out of the shower she slid her maroon high waisted slacks on before buttoning her white shirt and tying her black necktie. Smoothing out her brunette short hair, she admired herself in the mirror, sliding her hands languidly up her thighs before cupping her breasts and giving a firm squeeze. Pulling out her phone she snapped a few photos, sending then to her husband, who no doubt would be drooling over the pictures of her in his favorite outfit.

Sliding on her flats, she began to head downstairs when she heard a ring of the doorbell. Unusual as it was it was most likely a package arriving early. "Coming!" She cried as she made her way down the stairs and to the door. Through the clouded glass she could make out a well dressed black man on the other side. 'great' she thought as she put on a smile, turning the nob and opening the door.

"Hi there! I just moved in and figured I'd go meet the neighbors on a whim. I'm James. I hope I'm not bothering you, are you on your way to work?" He said reaching out his hand. One thing was for certain, the smile wasn't any longer. Color came to her cheeks and her eyes dilated as she allowed him to take her hand gently in his. Dark skinned, muscular and handsome, he made quite an impression in his suit.

"I'm Miranda. Umm... No I don't work." She awkwardly chuckled, "Would you like to come in?" She asked, feeling hopelessly awkward while pointing towards the living room. "Oh I'd love to." He said, sitting down on the couch to which she had directed him. "I'm sorry you won't be able to meet my husband, he's gone on work for the next month... Would you like a drink?" 'WHY IN FUCK DID YOU TELL HIM THAT?' She exclaimed to herself.

"A whiskey if you have it."

Pouring them both drinks, she was somewhat intrigued by the man who sat there so relaxed, just waiting for her to serve his drink with complete self confidence. "So your husband's away a lot? Man that must be hard."

"It can be but it is what it is. Sorry if I seemed startled when I opened the door. I was surprised because we never get visitors. Anyways, it's a nice change if I'm being honest."

To be continued....