It’s been several months since Jessica, my dominant wife, and I have made love. We’ve been married for six years. Although she’s only 34 and we have no children, she always claims to be too busy with work, and my rare attempts to initiate have met with little success.
A brilliant young lawyer in a London firm, she often leaves before I’m awake or returns when I’m already asleep. Her career has been meteoric. Mine has been more laborious. We met at the university, but I failed the bar exam and ended up as a legal advisor for a company that did not really interest me. Jessica has never mentioned divorce, but gone are the days when I was the center of her universe.
We barely manage a few vacations, during which she spends most of her time sleeping or working. I have no say in the matter. Despite being two years older, she’s the one who brings in most of our income.
So, I cope. I masturbate regularly when she’s not around, but I love her so fiercely that I do it with her worn underwear, which I take from the laundry basket. I love inhaling her scent. It intoxicates me. But after climaxing, I always feel sad. I quickly, clean up my mess, convinced she would never check the dirty laundry.
Anyway, I’m the one who does the laundry. For a long time, I hoped this stagnant situation would change. I never imagined it would happen like this.
Tensions Rise: A Dominant Wife’s Promise of Change
The change happened a few days ago. We were supposed to have dinner at a childhood friend’s place, but she said she had too much work and would stay home. I begged her to come, but she gave me no choice. So, I looked at her coldly.
- “Jessica, this can’t go on.”
- “Really?” she said, smiling.
- “Things have to change… It’s been months since you’ve let me touch you, you don’t come to our dinners, you work day and night…”
Jessica, my dominant wife, pointed to our increasingly luxurious apartment, particularly a nude marble statue she’d bought at an auction the previous week, which now adorned our living room magnificently.
- “You don’t seem to complain about where you live, do you? It seems my work is quite profitable.”
- “Of course, but…”
- “But what? Can you say the same?”
- “No, that’s true.”
- “Then leave me be, I have work to do. Do you want things to change? They will, I assure you. Now hurry up, you’re going to be late. We’ll talk tonight.”
With that veiled threat, I left the apartment, not understanding what she meant. I drifted through the dinner like a ghost, sending her an apology text she never answered.
Shocking Discovery: A Wife’s Wild Infidelity Unveiled
When I returned around midnight, the door was curiously ajar. I heard noises from the bedroom and cracked the door open. On all fours on the bed, in lingerie I’d given her, Jessica was being pounded by a 50-year-old man, screaming for him to take her harder. I’d never seen her so wild. I stood frozen at the door, paralyzed.
- “Take me! Fuck me!”
Her cries echoed through the apartment. Contrary to what I might have expected, I felt my cock stiffen in my boxers. An uncontrollable urge to masturbate overtook me. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled out my cock, and stroked it furiously, admiring the condom-covered cock thrusting in and out of my wife. Its size was far beyond mine, though I’d always thought I was well-endowed. Hidden behind the door, I was jerking off violently when I heard her voice between moans of pleasure.
- “Don’t stand there like an idiot behind the door, come in!”
Paralyzed, I stopped masturbating immediately as she continued:
- “You’ll see me much better inside the room, won’t you?”
Forced to Submit: A Husband’s Humiliation Begins
My reason screamed to flee, but my instinct made me enter. The man turned to me, not particularly surprised by my presence.
- “Arthur, this is Tony. Tony, this is Arthur. Tony’s the new neighbor from the fourth floor; we met in the elevator. Come on, don’t be so shy! Get undressed!”
- “But Jessica, you know…”
“I told you to get undressed. So, get undressed. You said you wanted things to change, didn’t you?”
- “Yes, but…”
I looked at her, incredulous.
- “Strip!” she said more firmly.
Dazed, I began undressing while Jessica turned to our guest.
- “And you, hurry up and finish, I don’t have all night!”
The man doubled his pace, and I ended up naked, my cock hard, unsure how to stand in that room.
- “On your knees on the floor! Facing me.”
I knelt, my face level with the bed.
- “Look at my breasts. Do you like how they bounce?”
Humiliated Pleasure: A Wife’s Cruel Commands
Yes, I loved them. Her breasts are magnificent. A 90C that seems carved from diamond, with delicate areolas and sizable nipples I’ve always loved to suck. She shifted slightly on the bed, Tony following her movement, and her breasts hung just above me. Hypnotized, I couldn’t look away.
- “Masturbate now! Look how well he fucks me. You’d love to be in his place, wouldn’t you?”
- “Yes, darling.”
- “I’m not your darling. You can’t make me come, you know that, don’t you?”
- “No… I mean…”
- “You think it’s normal that your wife has to get fucked by the first neighbor who comes along instead of her husband?”
- “No, I don’t think that’s normal.”
- “Jerk off faster!”
I started stroking violently, my eyes still on her breasts. She managed to talk while taking increasingly brutal thrusts. She moaned but also smiled, seeing me at her feet.
- “You don’t earn money, you don’t make me come, and you leave your filthy cum in my underwear, thinking I don’t know?”
I turned bright red, unable to respond. Behind her, Tony gave one final thrust and emptied into his condom, snug inside my beloved wife. He slowed his movements. I was on the edge of climaxing myself, and Jessica saw it.
- “Stop. Now!”
The Reign of My Dominant Wife: A Night of Control and Shame
I obeyed. It was absurd to obey in this situation, but I couldn’t do anything else. I stayed kneeling in the room, unable to move, my trembling cock desperately begging for my hand to relieve it. Tony pulled out, and my Dominant wife removed his condom before dismissing him.
Without a glance at me, he kissed her on the mouth, said a booming “See ya, Jess,” and left the room.
Moments later, we heard the apartment door slam.
I still didn’t dare move; I could have vanished.
- “I’m taking a shower. You, don’t move!” Jessica said, placing the filled condom on the nightstand, barely a meter from me.
She came out of the shower minutes later, completely naked. The sight of her crushed me with love. She’d just put me through the worst night of my life, and of course, she’d never been more beautiful. Jessica is a Venetian blonde, 1.70m, with green eyes. I’ve already described her breasts. Her buttocks are just as beautiful, full, and round. She weighs no more than 58kg. Seeing her that night, I realized I should never have had a chance with a woman like her. It was a gift from heaven. My Dominant wife stood in front of me, pressing her stomach against my nose.
- “Still hard, I see?”
- “No, darling.”
To be continued
