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It started out just about like any other day. I worked from home during the early part of the morning and spent the afternoon cleaning the house and doing other domestic duties. My job wasn’t very demanding, but did provide us with a sizable second income. The real money maker was my wife. As such, I didn’t mind at all doing the housework and stuff like that. In fact, it suited other aspects of our relationship rather well. I did not know at the time that this perfectly normal day was going to be the beginning of a downward spiral of sorts. That isn’t really a bad thing in this case, but I wonder if I would have felt differently about it at the time if I had known then just how much my relationship with my wife was about to change.
About an hour before she got home I started dinner. I wasn’t the best cook in the world, but I could get the job done, and she never complained. It was almost ready when she walked in the door. I went to great her, but I could tell something was wrong immediately. She hung her jacket on the wall, and then leaned against the wall letting out a long sigh.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. Rather than replying right away, she hugged me and laid her head on my shoulder.
“I’m just glad to be home. It was a really long day.”
“Well, do you want to come eat? Dinner is almost ready and you can tell me all about it.” She kissed me on the cheek and told me that would be nice. Hand in hand I led her to the dining room. The food had just finished cooking, so I made a plate for her and brought it to her at the table. I sat there with her while she ate and told me about her troubles at work. It basically boiled down to an incompetent coworker who was, unfortunately, over my wife. Everyone knew she was an idiot, but she was starting to get malicious and causing trouble for the other people there. Over the last couple of months the people at my wife’s work had gotten tired of her complete inability to do her job and were no longer covering for her or doing her work for her. That had resulted in her starting to make insinuations about “how bad people wanted to keep their jobs.” Because of her position, that was not an entirely empty threat. There was some other associated drama of course, but it mostly fell in the he said/she said category. I tried to comfort my wife as best I could, but she was clearly shaken from the day. As she talked about it, she was becoming more and more frustrated. She left a bit of food on her plate and told me I could have it. Sliding the plate over to me she got up go change out of her work clothes. I ate the food she didn’t and then started on the dishes.
We spent most of the evening on the couch watching TV. She made herself a drink and I lay with my head in her lap. Her mood never did really improve. She was very tense and annoyed. I did my best to console her, but she wasn’t in the mood for that. At about 9 she got up and said she was going to bed. This was early even by her standards, but I didn’t say anything. Rather I went to the computer and started playing on the internet. I was something of an insomniac and normally stayed up well past her.
She was in the bedroom for an hour or so before she reemerged and walked over toward me.
“Are you busy?” she asked?
“No, not at all. What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry I’ve been in such a bad mood tonight.”
“You’ve had a rough day; you’re allowed to brood a bit.”
“Thank you. I’m just very frustrated right now.”
“I told you, it’s ok.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and hugged her.
“Would you mind if I took some of that frustration out on you?” It was an honest question.
“No. I don’t think I would mind that at all.” I wasn’t sure how she meant to do that, but I was down for anything if it would make her feel better or even distract her a little bit. She returned my hug.
“Come on then. You’re going to bed with me.” She took a step back and held out her hand for me, which I took and followed her to the bedroom. I understood sex as a de-stressor, but that had never really been her style, so I was a little bit confused.
When we got to the bedroom she told me to undress and wait for her, then she left without another word. I could hear the frustration in her voice again so I quickly stripped naked and sat on the bed waiting for her return. When she reentered the room, she had one of the dining room chairs. She sat it across the room from the bed with the back to the wall.
“You sit here.” She told me. So I got up and took moved to the chair. Once I was seated she went to the nightstand and got out a bundle of rope. Now I was confused, but I stayed silent and didn’t move. Without any communication, she tied me to the chair. She didn’t put me in any position that was uncomfortable, but it was clear that she had no intentions of me moving until she untied me either. Once I was secure she took a moment to examine her work. Satisfied she slipped off her robe and let it fall to the floor. She was naked now and her body was beautiful. My cock was standing hard and erect, pointing straight up from where I was sitting in the chair. Then she told me goodnight and crawled into bed across the room from me. She turned out the light and the room went dark.
I sat there for a few long minutes waiting for her to do something else, but she didn’t. Finally I worked up the nerve to speak.
“ummm…” I started. “Can I ask what this is about?”
“Of course you can.” She turned over to look at me. “Over the last couple of months I have been getting increasingly annoyed at the way you stay up till the crack of dawn on the computer. So, I am putting a stop to that. Now you can sleep there, or you can just sit there all night if you like. I really don’t care, but this night owl schedule of yours ends tonight.”
I took all this very well. I didn’t speak until I considered the full weight of what she was saying. I let it all sink in and rolled it around in my head for a while before I said anything.”
“If this is what you want, then of course I will do it for you.”
“I know.” She said. “I do appreciate you being such a good sport about everything. But some stuff has been bugging me, and while I may have to put up with that at work, I certainly don’t have to here. So you can stay in here with me from now on.” She wasn’t being mean about it, but it was clear that her mind was made up.
“Of course love.” I said.
“Goodnight.” She said, and I thought I could almost hear a little bit of a smile, but I couldn’t tell in the dark.
“Goodnight.”
*****
I don’t know how long it took me to get to sleep, but it seemed like forever. When I finally did sleep, it wasn’t very deep. More like a nap, and I woke up several times. I woke up while the sun was coming up outside the window and couldn’t seem to go back to sleep after that. So I sat and waited for my wife’s alarm clock to go off. When it did she sat up in bed and looked at me with a very sleepy look like she wasn’t sure exactly what she was seeing.
“Good morning.” I told her. She didn’t say anything but looked at the clock again with an angry expression. She was clearly not looking forward to going back to work today. She got up and walked over toward me. She did kiss me on the top of the head before she untied me. I stood up and stretched the soreness out of my back and limbs while she picked out her work clothes for the day. I started cooking breakfast while she was in the shower and had it ready by the time she was out of the shower and dressed. She didn’t say anything as she ate, but she cleaned her plate so that there wasn’t anything left for me. Then she got up and left and I started my very sleepy/hungry day.
***
“You’re not unhappy about what I made you do last night are you?” She asked as she ate dinner.
“No.”
“Good.” She said with an “almost” smile. “Cause you are going to spend tonight tied up too.”
“Ok.” I said. “If that is what you want.”
“It is. But I plan on mixing it up tonight. I even got you something.”
“A gift?” I asked.
“Not really. Just something I thought of today.”
“Cool.” I had no idea what it might be, but I was legitimately curious about the possibilities.
“We’ll see how ‘cool’ you think it is tonight.” Now I was even more curious. She slid her plate to me and let me eat her leftovers.
We spent the night much the same as we did the night before. Then at about 9, she told me it was time for bed. So I got up and followed her to the bedroom, where she told me to undress again. I did, but rather than telling me to sit in the chair again she told me to lean forward over the bed. After I was in position she laid the biggest butt-plug I had ever seen down on the bed next to me.
“That’s going in your ass tonight.”
“It looks painful.”
“I probably will be. That ok with you?”
“Yes.” I said after a moment’s pause. Even then I couldn’t manage much of a whisper. She had put things in my butt before, but never anything this big.
She took the plug and walked behind me. My ass was exposed because of the way she had me leaning across the bed. As much as she might have been angry at the world in general because of her job, she was still very careful when it came time to do the actual insertion. She rubbed lube all around the outside of my asshole before she stuck one of her fingers inside of me. I sucked in my breath when I felt it go in. It didn’t hurt, but it was still an odd sensation. She fingered me slowly for a while applying more lube when she thought I needed it. Then she lubed up the plug itself. She was careful and methodical about this also, making sure to cover all of it in an even coat. She placed the tip of it at the entrance of my ass and slowly twisted it around, spreading out the lube. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling at all, but I knew that the part that came next would be.
Slowly but firmly, she pressed the tip into my ass. Then she pulled it out. She did this several more times, going a little bit deeper with each push. Finally she got to the part that was too wide for me to take without pain. She held it in my ass there for a while letting my body get used to the intruder. Then with a very firm push she slid the entire plug in. I felt like I was going to be split down the middle as the wide part went in. I gasped and clenched my fists, but then it was over. The wide part was in and my ass was closing around the base. Mission accomplished she led me to the chair and retied me for bed.
Once I was secured to the chair and she was lying comfortably in bed, she didn’t turn out the light and go to sleep. Rather she took her vibrator from the nightstand and started masturbating. She didn’t say anything to me or even acknowledge my presence. She just went to work on herself while I sat there, unable to move with a giant plug in my ass. I listened to the constant hum of the vibrator and her rhythmic moaning as she got herself off no less than three times while I sat there in pain and discomfort mere feet from her. Once she was done, she placed the vibrator back in its place and turned the light off without saying a word to me.
*****
Just because I didn’t get to eat much, didn’t mean that I didn’t do my best to stay in shape. I was in the middle of my workout routine when my phone rang. The call ID told me it was my wife, which caused a moments concern. She never called me from work, so I was at first fearful that something was wrong. On the other end, however, her voiced sounded happy, almost chipper. She told me that her coworker Rachael was coming over tonight for dinner and to make sure there was enough for two. She told me she would fill me in on the details when she got home.
So that afternoon I did as I was ask and cooked dinner for my wife and her guest. The ladies arrived just as I was setting the table for them. I always thought of myself as pretty handy in the kitchen, but tonight I was rather pleased with my work. The girls came in the room giggling and seeming very pleased with themselves. They had even brought a bottle of wine. My wife came to me and kissed me on the mouth as soon as she entered the room. I was to say the least a little bit shocked by this, as she was normally not one for public displays of affection.
I sat at the table while the ladies talked and filled me in on what was going on. It seems that the troublemaker at their work had gotten fired. Apparently she had finally gone too far and gotten what was coming to her. Score one for the good guys. The higher ups had called a meeting and basically apologized for the stuff that had been going on. All in all it was a pretty exciting day for them.
Rachael had cleaned her plat but my wife gave me the remains of her dinner. Rachael had known us for a long time and knew about the more interesting aspects of our relationship, so none of this seemed strange to her. Rather the girls continued to drink their wine and gab as I got up to clean the table and do the dishes. Rachael was there for about another hour before she left. She hadn’t been out the door a second when my wife took me by the hand and led me into the living room. She sat me down on the couch and had a concerned look on her face.
“I know I have been really angry the last couple of day. You had nothing to do with it, and it wasn’t right for me to take it out on you.” She started.
“Hey,” I cut her off. “If I had a problem with it, I would have told you so. You know that.”
“I know,” she said, as she wrapped her arms around me. “Thank you for being so understanding. I knew you would be, but that doesn’t give me the right to take advantage of you.” I thought for a long time about how to word what I wanted to say next. When I spoke it was slow and deliberate.
“Some of us,” I started. “Want to be taken advantage of.”
She put her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder. “Thank you.”
We sat like that for a long time. After several deep breaths, she spoke again.
“There is something else I wanted to tell you about the things that I have been doing these last few days. It isn’t easy to say though.”
“Go on.” I told her as I kissed her on the cheek.
“I liked it.” She seemed shy. Unsure.
“Do you want to keep doing it?”
She thought about it for a long time. Biting her lower lip. I couldn’t tell if she wasn’t sure, or if she wasn’t sure how to say it.
“Yes.”
*****
I was on my hands and knees in the floor. The giant artificial cock was pounding away inside my ass. Rachael was ridding me hard tonight. My wife sat on the bed smoking a cigarette watching her friend fuck me. Rachael was grunting with each thrust now, I could tell she was about to come. My wife snuffed out her cigarette and strolled toward me. She kneeled in front of me to look at me face to face. She leaned in and kissed me gently on the mouth. The kiss only lasted a second, and then she backhanded me hard across the face. The blow nearly knocked me down. At that very moment with a very hard thrust into my ass I could hear Rachael groaning in orgasm behind me.
The End.
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