Lets Play Poker with my dominant wife

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I returned to my hotel room from a poker tournament and realized I’d forgotten my key, so I knocked. After a few moments, the door swung open and my pretty, young Asian wife was waiting for me behind it.

  • “Hi honey,” she said, giving me a very strange look, “How did you do in your poker tournament?”

 

  • “I did ok. Third place. I made a little money,” I said, showing her a white envelope filled with cash.

Then, I walked into the bathroom and set the envelope down on the counter as I washed my hands, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her standing in the doorway. I did a double-take as I suddenly realized how provocatively she was dressed. Thigh-high stockings covered her shapely legs. She wore a tiny little skirt so short it would make a stripper blush; it barely concealed her naval, and a tight fitted undersized t-shirt that showed off her perky tits nicely.

 

Why is my dominant wife dressed so sexy tonight?

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I looked at her suspiciously,

  • “What are you doing dressed like THAT?”

 

  • “Like what?” she said coyly.

 

  • “You look like a…like a…”

 

  • “Like a slut?” She smiled devilishly, finishing my sentence. “I’m surprised you even noticed.”

 

I began to respond but then was distracted by a strange sound coming from the room… a woman moaning. I peeked my head out of the bathroom to see a porno playing on the TV. Some enormously hung guy was banging a hot little number.

  • “Since when do YOU watch porn!” I exclaimed, amazed.

She glanced over at the TV and absently uttered.

 

  • “GOD he has a huge cock. Lucky girl.”

 

  • “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked defensively.

She glanced down at my crotch area and shook her head.

 

  • “Oh…nothing.”

I watched as she turned and walked over to the TV, catching a glimpse of her perfect ass under the tiny skirt as she bent over slightly to shut it off, still in disbelief that she would wear something like that.

 

  • “So you didn’t answer me, what’s up with the skimpy little outfit? You didn’t go anywhere like that, did you?” I asked, concerned, as I laid down on the bed.

 

My dominant wife is becoming more and more provocative!

 

A slight smirk came over her face and her guilt became obvious.

  • “So what if I did? What if your good little wife went all over town looking like a naughty little girl, how does that make you feel?” She asked pointedly, as she climbed up onto the bed and stood over me.

 

  • “Honey, I don’t know what kind of a game you’re playing but it isn’t funny!” I whined, my heart racing, burning with jealousy.

 

  • “Well, you leave me all alone for days at a time in these boring hotels while you go off and play your stupid card game. What am I supposed to do for excitement? I just wanted a little adventure,” She said plainly, with her I’ve-been-a-bad-girl expression sending chills down my spine.

 

  • “B…but…but honey!” I began to speak but was quickly hushed by her stocking-clad foot pressing against my lips.

 

  • “Shhhh,” She silenced me, rubbing her foot against my lips, “Don’t get all worked up. Don’t you think I look sexy?”

 

  • “Well yeah but…” Again I was quieted as she pressed her foot harder against my mouth, pushing her stocking-covered toes inside.

 

  • “Mmmmm, don’t talk, just suck my toes sweetie,” she purred, “I’ll do the talking, you just nod or shake your head, understand?”

 

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Then I nodded submissively, captivated by her beauty!

 

My pulse beating so hard I thought my heart might jump out of my chest, I nodded submissively, captivated by her beauty and dumbfounded by her impromptu burst of seductiveness.

 

  • “Don’t you think I look sexy in this outfit?” She asked, looking down at me as she playfully lifted the hem of her skirt to display her tiny thong underneath.

I nodded affirmatively as I gently began to rub her soles as I slurped on her stocking-clad toes.

 

  • “So then you don’t have a problem with me wearing it do you?”

No, I shook my head.

 

  • “Doesn’t it make you want to do dirty things to me?”

I quickly nodded yes.

 

  • “I know. It seems to have that effect on a lot of men,” She said pointedly.

 

  • “What!?” I gasped.

 

  • “Quiet,” She growled, “Don’t forget the other one,”

 

She switched feet, removing her toes from my mouth and planting her weight on that foot, and offering up the other one for me to pleasure.

  • “You’re a good little toe sucker. I don’t why I don’t have you do this more often. Don’t you just love kissing my pretty little feet?”

 

I nodded helplessly, worried by her previous statement.

 

  • “That’s good. Because all the other guys I met this week weren’t really into that, so at least you’re good for something.”

 

  • “What guys!” I muttered, barely audible with her foot lodged in my mouth.

 

  • “I was feeling really naughty this week, sweetie. It’s a shame you were too busy playing your poker tournament to pay me any attention. It’s ok though, I’m not mad. I found other men to pay attention to me,” She stung me with her words.

 

I laid there in stunned silence, trying to fathom what she had just said to me, looking sad and confused.

  • “Awwwww, you look like a lost puppy!” She giggled, removing her toes from my mouth and caressing my face with her silky stocking foot. “There, there, it’s ok sweetie. Now you can concentrate on your poker games and not worry about satisfying me. I’ve got it covered.”

 

  • “Please tell me your kidding,” I pleaded, “You wouldn’t do that!”

She lowered herself down to her knees. Straddling my face, she began to grind her thong-covered pussy against my nose and lips.

  • “Oh honey, you would be surprised by the things I’d do. I even surprised myself at the things I did!”

 

  • “This isn’t funny anymore,” I wailed, my voice muffled from under her skirt.

 

  • “I know. I should have made them wear condoms, but I was SOOOOO horny and their cocks were SOOOO big I just couldn’t help myself!” She gushed. “I had almost forgotten how good it felt to taste a hot load in my mouth or feel it deep…DEEP inside my pussy. But I’m not worried because I know if I get pregnant you’ll do the right thing and take care of it, won’t you?”

 

  • “Have you lost your fucking mind!?” I yelled.

Out of nowhere, my dominant wife slapped me hard across the face!

 

She scooted back resting her ass on my chest, her knees pinning my arms to the bed, and gave me a long hard look. Then, out of nowhere slapped me hard across the face.

  • “Have YOU lost YOUR mind?”

 

  • “Bu…Hon…I…”

 

My words were lost as I winced in pain from the sting of her hand. I struggled to bring a hand up to my face but couldn’t pull it from under her legs as she put her weight on me.

  • “Oh, I’m sorry did that hurt?”

She rubbed my face gently where she’d struck me and then without warning, smacked me again.

  • “Don’t you think I have needs?”

 

  • “Of course,” I said delicately, trying not to piss her off.

 

  • “Don’t you think I have desires?” She said as she slapped me again.

 

  • “Yes honey, yes!”

 

  • “Don’t you think your woman is more important than a stupid game!” She slapped me yet again.

 

  • “Yes!” I cried, wishing she would stop.

 

  • “Don’t you think your woman needs to be FUCKED!” Her hand stung my face again.

 

  • “Honey! Yes! I understand!”

 

  • “Then why didn’t you handle your business!” Her slaps seemed to be getting harder each time.

 

  • “I’m sorry! Please stop hitting me!” I pleaded.

 

  • “What’s the matter you little bitch, does your little wife hit too hard for you? You’re such a pussy.” She rubbed my stinging face again, slightly relieving the pain. “And you’re sorry? Well, ain’t that the truth!” She snipped, then promptly spit in my face.

 

  • “I…I…”

 

  • “Shut up!”

“You’re not even a man!”

She commanded as she spits on me again.

“Your stupid little cock is worthless to me. You’re not even a man!”

 

She said coldly as she spits in my face a third time.

 

  • “Honey! Please don’t say that. I love you!” I whimpered.

 

  • “Then why haven’t you fucked me in months? Are you gay?”

 

  • “No!”

 

  • “That’s it, isn’t it,” She smiled sadistically. “You’re a little sissy boy, aren’t you? I always thought you were more of a woman than a man. Do you know you have never once satisfied me with that stupid, useless, little thing you call a cock?”

 

  • “I’m not gay!” I protested. “And what do you mean I never satisfied you? I thought we had great sex!”

 

My dominant wife laughed,

  • “Great for you, maybe. That is if you even LIKE girls.”

 

  • “I do like girls! I’m not fucking gay!” I adamantly exclaimed.

 

  • “I’m not sure I believe you,”

“And all you did was ignore it. Too bad for you!”

She said, raising her butt off of my chest and kneeling above me, her legs still pinning my arms. She methodically hoisted her skirt up to her waist, then slid the front of her thong to the side, revealing her freshly shaved cunt.

  • “Look at this,”

She said, slowly running her manicured nail up and down she shaved crease. “Isn’t she pretty?”

 

  • “Beautiful, honey,” I said, mesmerized, rock hard, and wanting her.

 

  • “This used to be all yours…you could have had it anytime you wanted,”

She said softly, now rubbing circles in her clit as her hips began to rock ever so slightly.

 

  • “Even though your tiny little cock never gave me pleasure, I still let you have it so you could feel like the man that you’re not. And all you did was ignore it. Too bad for you.”

 

  • “I’m soooo sorry, honey. I should have paid more attention to you!” I said seriously, the realization that this situation was all my fault now setting in.

 

  • “Yes, you should have. How could you not want to fuck ME?” She asked, sincerely puzzled.

 

  • “I do baby, I want you right now! I want to fuck you SO bad!”

 

  • “How bad?” She gave me another devilish grin.

 

  • “I’m dying to put it in you!” I panted, “I need you, baby. I need that pretty pussy!”

Begging for another chance!

 

  • “Awwwww, you sound so sincere,” She said, rubbing my head sympathetically, “But it’s too late now. If you had been screwing me all along I would have stayed faithful, and I would have never known how good it felt to have a REAL cock inside of me. But now that I know how a REAL man is supposed to fuck me, I don’t think you’ll ever be able to satisfy me again. Sorry, sweetie.”

 

  • “No! Honey, you can’t leave me! Please!” I begged.

 

  • “Leave you?” She chuckled, “I’m not going to leave you, silly. I mean, someone has to pay for my car and my wardrobe and my jewelry and my vacations and…” She stopped, smiled, and continued, “I was wrong, you’re not worthless. You’re a good provider. Too bad you’re too much of a sissy to please me, but it’s ok. I’ll be getting my pussy filled by other cock from now on, so actually, your job will be a lot easier. I guess this is good for both of us!”

 

  • “No! Don’t say that! I can’t live like that! Let me try to please you, I know I can!”

 

  • “I don’t think so, sorry.”

 

  • “Please! Let me try! I’ll do better!”

 

  • “You don’t have enough of a cock to do better with!” She laughed.

 

  • “You have to let me try! Please let me fuck you, baby. I need you! I can’t live without it!”

 

  • “You’re so cute when you beg,” She said condescendingly, “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you kiss my ass while I THINK about giving you another chance.”

 

To be continued

 

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