From Submissive To Controlling

The following are actual events that I could not have planned out and coordinated if I had tried.

Here is a little bit of background info on my wife and I. We have been married over 5 years and are very happy. We are constantly trying to improve our marriage/relationship one way or another. Like many other couples, we do not discuss sex outside of what she whispers or screams mid thrust. We are working on this.

My wife has a small build, very petite and is very affectionate. She is soft spoken and definitely likes to be led in the bedroom. I am very muscular and have always been recognized by others, and especially my wife, as a dominant figure... Spoiler alert! I have a strong desire to be submissive. I had never expressed this to my wife; just subtle hints here and there. She was not picking up on them. This is the story of the events that opened the floodgates for our Dom/Sub switch.

It had been a busy couple of months. I had been in and out of the states for work and she had been super busy also. I had really been missing her and had not had a chance at a romp in the sack in over a month.

It is important to note here that I do not normally look at porn. I know that sounds really weird coming from a guy writing on Literotica. But I can say, first hand, that pornography (especially when beat off to in secret) does not strengthen a relationship.

It was a Tuesday and we both had an open evening. I was getting really excited! A little too excited... I suddenly realized that I was not going to last 10 seconds inside of her, if I even get that far before blowing my top. My wife was not due home for another half hour so I decided to rub one out. "Never go in with a loaded gun."

I unzipped my pants, pulled out my meat, and started working up a rager while I clicked on my tablet. Fearful of my wife walking in on me, I got up and headed to the bathroom. As I was walking across the living room, pants around the knees, tablet in my left hand and cock in my right...

She walks through the front door and we are face to face. She's the truck with the headlights and I am the helpless deer. Needless to say, she let me have it.

"We haven't had a single night together in a month and a half. And the first time we do, you're jerking off to porn???" she said.

What I wanted to respond with was: It's not what it looks like! I just wanted to blow a quick load so I could last longer for you tonight. I don't want to be a two pump chump because we haven't banged in so long! But what I responded with was something like "I'm nah... Its uhh... Don't umm..."

She did not stop there, "What were you even looking at? Show me! Come on, show me!"

I honestly answered, "Nothing, I didn't have a chance, I was just about to..." I'm really good at sticking my foot in my mouth.

She went into our room and closed the door. Pissed. So I did everything I knew to rectify this situation. I went and got ice cream, flowers, made chocolate covered strawberries and my world famous grilled cheese. I had just finished lighting the candles and setting the table when she came out of the room. One look at the strawberries and she was able to speak to me again, still pissed though.

I was putting our plates in the sink when she reached in the freezer, grabbed the ice cream and 2 spoons and said "we'll need this later." She reached over and grabbed my cock and said "but I need this now." I could tell she was still pissed with me but I believe she was more sexually frustrated than angry.

She led me into our room still holding my cock through my pants. This was not my careful affectionate wife that I was used to. We did not make it two feet into the room when we just started attacking each other. This was the roughest we had ever made out. I took off her shirt and pushed her on the the bed and while I pulled off mine, she sat up and was un-buckling my pants. That is when I realized that I had forgotten about what started this whole ordeal! I never got to rub one out and I was going to be a huge let down to my now sexually enraged spouse...

What could I do at that point? I had to make a decision: 1) Try every technique I had ever learned about lasting longer, or 2) fein a stomach ache. I decided to go with option one. I felt like Horatius at the bridge, facing terrible odds and my manhood on the line.

Over the quick course of my mental dilemma, she had pulled my pants down to my knees and began stroking and kissing my member. It was full mast in less than a minute and I was already straining. I grabbed her face and started kissing her deeply, then pushed her back on the bed. I pulled off her yoga pants and black panties and started kissing her mound.

I love her smell, her taste and her perfect length of pubic hair. Not too short where it pokes but not so long that its concealing. I started just kissing her up amd down her slit and continued building til I was lashing her asshole to clit, my face a mess with her angelic juices. I could stay down there all day and sometimes she likes that, but not tonight. She had not had my hot rod inside her in too long and she wanted the real deal, not foreplay.

She grabbed me by the hair, also not part of her MO, brought my face to hers and said "I want you inside of me!"

I had not been south of her border long enough to allow my cock the break it needed. I knew this would not end well, especially for her.

I got on top and slowly entered her. It had been a while for her since I filled her up and I could tell. Just as I predicted, I began to thrust and literally only got to 3 pumps before she saw it on my face. I was biting my tongue, taking deep even breaths, thinking about STDs, etc; everything I could do to get my mind off my cock buried in her perfect warmth.

I could not hold out any longer. "I'm gonna cum!" I said as I dropped a large pent up load into her pussy.

The combination of her sexual frustration from our time apart and her anger at catching me mid jerk-off produced a woman I had never met.

She said, "Did you already cum?" She simultaneously reached down and fingered herself answering her own question. She reached up, grabbed me by the hair, and brought my face down to her messy pussy and said, "Fucking eat it."

I was astounded. I had secretly dreamed of her one day having me do this but I did not think it would happen like this. I figured I would bring it up in conversation when I had been drinking.

I dove in. She had not gotten much wetter since my initial dine-in but my cum was oozing out and her finger inspection had spread it across her lips. I skipped the initial kissing and soft licks and went straight to the anus-clit lashing, stopping momentarily to delve deep into her warm hole. I looked up at her and her eyes were enormous. Obviously, she did not think I would take up her offer. Apparently more than happy with the proceedings, she grabbed my hair and started grinding her pussy against my face. She started to release a flood of juices that mixed with my cum to create an intoxicating concoction of male/female flavors.

She continued her exploration into the world of control when she told me, "make your dick hard, I'm not done with it." I guess she wanted to make sure it got hard quickly because she sat up, grabbed my right leg and pulled me towards her left side. Unaware of what she wanted, I pulled my head up and looked at her. Big mistake, her right hand caught my hair again and shoved my mouth down to her crotch, "don't stop" she said. My lower half was now just within reach of her left hand and she began wildly tugging on my cock.

It was only a minute before I was rock hard again and she pulled my face up and said "Try again."

Those two words transformed me into her subservient pet as I have never felt so controlled in my life. Oddly enough, I did not want to stop eating her out. My face was sticky from my jizz and an odd tingling sensation was on my tongue. She rolled over to her hands and knees and I entered her from behind. This time, I pummeled away for half an hour changing positions and giving her multiple orgasms (new for her).

She was on top when I lost control for the second time and she grinded until I could barely breathe. She gave me a deep kiss and smiled. Then, without a word, she slid off my cock, straddled my face and continued her grinding motion on my open mouth. The juices flowed into my mouth and I swallowed greedily.

I looked up and saw a different woman looking back down at me. A few minutes later, she dismounted and hopped in the shower.

Since that Tuesday night, she gives me an intense blowjob and makes sure I am on the edge when I enter her and the cycle repeats itself. She teases me about eating my cum but she loves the power it gives her and so do I. And to think that it all came about from me getting caught jerking off. Funny how life works.