I DOMINATED & FUCKED MY HUSBAND WITH A STRAP ON

MY PERSONAL STRAP ON STORY

What would you do if your husband announced, seven years into your marriage, that he was bisexual? Some wives might not take the news that well. It isn’t really about prejudice, after all, it’s more about trust. I mean, it is a pretty significant piece of information, after all. Doesn’t it dramatically change the dynamic of your relationship? Is it grounds for divorce?

I guess for some wives it might be. But I’ve never been that insecure.

“You’re not mad?” he asked, in a timid voice, as we lay in bed one Sunday morning. He had just dropped his bisexuality bombshell and had explained that he hadn’t always known, he’d thought it was a phase, but it was only in recent months that he had been completely sure.

I smiled. I wasn’t mad. I had questions, but I wasn’t mad.

I needed to know two things.

1. Had he been unfaithful?

2. Did he want to be unfaithful?

The answer to both those questions was no. I believed him. Danny had never been secretive. We shared the same computer, we used one another’s cell phones, we never locked any room in the house, and because we are pretty untidy, there is really nothing hidden in our house. And I was best friends with Cynthia, who worked in the same office. Plus, I knew him. I knew his mannerisms; I could read him like a book. If Danny had been unfaithful, I would know.

“Please don’t tell anyone else,” he pleaded. “It’s kind of silly but I’m not ready for people to know about it, and well, you know what some people can be like.”

I had no intention of telling anyone. It was none of their business.

MY HUSBAND’S BISEXUALITY

You might be surprised that I was taking the news so well. There are a couple of reasons for that. The first is that, as I say, I am not insecure in our relationship. I know that Danny loves me, and I know that he is still attracted to me. Our sex is good. He is a caring lover, and I still feel that same spark I had when he first touched me as a teenager. By his very obvious physical reactions, I know that he is the same!

The other reason why I was so relaxed about my husband confiding his bisexuality in me is that it opened up the possibility of a new dimension in our sex life. You see, it wasn’t just that Danny was bisexual; specifically, he liked the idea of being the passive partner. Basically, he wanted to be fucked. Now, had I suspected that he had already tried this or was intending to hook up with some guy behind my back, believe me, I would have kicked him out onto the street.

But that wasn’t the case. And there was something I hadn’t told him. For years I had harbored the fantasy of being the active partner, of somehow fucking my husband. I don’t know where it came from, but when I was browsing the web one evening, idly glancing at porn, I came across an animated video in which a woman grew a huge cock and then fucked her lesbian lover. I wasn’t a lesbian, I was certain that I was straight, but immediately I began to wonder what that must be like, to be the one doing the penetrating.

Where this came from, I don’t know. Sexuality, kinks and turn-ons are such a mystery. But I’ve always taken the view that if it doesn’t hurt anyone, then what the hell.

Of course, given that it was unlikely that I was about to grow a temporary penis, the fantasy remained an idle one, until I came across another video that had led me further down the rabbit hole of my personal kink and over several weeks, I had firmly embedded a new idea in the sexual experimentation corner of my mind.

Since I would never be unfaithful to Danny, I had never expected to have the opportunity to play it out, but now, here was just such an opportunity. Strange, isn’t it, how we are sometimes drawn to those who match our sexual preferences, even when those preferences are unvoiced. Perhaps the universe is more planned than we imagine.

Anyway, I reassured Danny, with my hand on his thigh, that I had no problem with it, that I was glad that he had confided in me, and that it was kind of hot. I felt his cock stiffening as I ran my fingers over it.

“And I think I may have a surprise for you.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” I smiled, wrapping my fingers around his cock.

“When,” he muttered, already lost in lust.

“Soon,” I replied, stroking him and watching him close his eyes, “Very soon.”

2 DAYS LATER..

Soon turned out to be two days later. I was at home, waiting for Danny to get home from work. I had dressed for the occasion and as I waited for him to arrive, I admired myself in the mirror. My tight PVC Basque could barely contain my breasts, and my five-inch leather heels made me taller than my husband. To complete the effect, I wore a long leather skirt, underneath which I had a little surprise. I smiled at myself. This was going to be so hot!

Danny arrived on time. I heard the door opening and his footsteps in the hall. Calmly I strode out onto the stairs and walked down, like a film star making an entrance. Danny was transfixed. He stood there, open-mouthed, astonished and aroused in equal measure.

“Well,” I said, as I reached the bottom of the stairs and put my hand on my hip. “Don’t just stand there. Take off your clothes.”

“What?” he said, surprised.

“Believe me, you do not want me to have to repeat myself.”

“No, right, okay, I, er…”

He seemed flustered.

“Now!” I shouted.

I had never seen him look so shocked. But he did as he was told, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and ripping off his pants.

“Quickly!” I said, tapping my manicured red nails on my leather-clad thigh.

Soon Danny was completely naked. And, I was pleased to see, his cock was already hard. I walked around him slowly, dragging my nails over his body, enjoying how it made him shiver. I slapped his bare ass hard and he yelped, so I did it again. And a third time. My handprint left a pleasing spread of red marks on his ass.

I DOMINATED HIM

“Now,” I said, walking around in front of him. “On your knees.”

This time, he didn’t hesitate. I thought I detected a little gleam in his eyes, which turned me on even more, though by this time, I could feel my nipples were rock hard.

As he watched, I unhooked my skirt and let it fall to the floor. At the same time, the nine-inch black rubber strap on I had been hiding sprang up and outwards.

His jaw dropped and his eyes widened, and he finally understood what was about to happen.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked. “It won’t suck itself.”

Nervously, he shuffled forward and reached out a timid hand to hold it. As I watched, delighted, he leaned forward and took the tip of it in his mouth. At the same time, I placed my hand on the back of his head and pushed my hips forward. Poor Danny nearly gagged. But I didn’t relent, I made him suck it and keep sucking it until he was gasping for air and his drool was leaking all over the strap on and the floor.

“Good boy,” I said. “Now turn around.”

I thought I saw a hint of fear in his eyes. I leant down and squeezed his face in my hand.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “It won’t hurt. Much.”

I’m not a complete sadist. I had a little tub of lube and I worked it between his cheeks, rubbing and slickening, and slipping a finger, then two fingers into his ass. He was so tight! And already he was starting to give out little moans and mutters and sighs as my fingers probed him.

But that was nothing compared to what happened when I pressed the tip of my strap on onto his well-lubricated hole. As the first half-inch penetrated, he gave out a scream and tried to pull away. Well, I wasn’t having that! I held his shoulder and pulled him back towards me as I slowly worked the strap on inside him. That first time he was shaking when I pulled out, and as I began to pick up speed, his protests took on greater urgency. He was shaking, sighing, groaning and yelping as I rammed that strap on deep inside him, but never once did he ask me to stop. So, I didn’t. I fucked him hard, I ruined his ass so badly. I wanted him to feel it for days afterwards. I was so absorbed in the joy of ramming my strap on into his ass that I didn’t notice that he had orgasmed, shooting his cum all over our floor. I gave him one more thrust, which caused him to yelp, then I pulled out.

He collapsed onto the hallway floor.

“Good,” I said, “You did well. Now clean up that mess and make me dinner,” I said.

“Yes. Mistress,” he muttered.

I smiled. From now on, our relationship was going to be so much more fun.

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