My husband had just fixed me a cup of herbal tea and was on his knees rubbing my feet with lotion when the phone rang. It was Jim, the new man in our lives.
We chatted like old friends and I smiled often as I listened to him flirt with me on the telephone. Shortly into the call, I allowed my own hand to find its way between my legs, and I began pleasuring myself as I continued to speak with Jim. My husband mistakenly took this as a cue to start going down on me, but I silently scolded him and intimated that he needed to continue to focus his attention on my feet.
I continued to chat as my husband returned to his duties. Soon Jim got around to asking me out. He initially suggested a trendy new restaurant not far from my home. I told him that I was too likely to see people I knew there, and I preferred something more discreet. We settled on a restaurant in a very artsy part of town where I am unlikely to know anybody. The date is set for next Friday night. He will pick me up at 7:00, we will go eat, and we will return to my house where my husband will have desert and wine ready for us. Jim and I concluded our call by saying we would definately talk again before next Friday night.
After I hung up the phone, I asked my husband to go and get my pinky ring off of the nightstand. Recall that this ring is a tool that I use as a surrogate chastity device. (When I'm not wearing the ring he knows that while he will still be expected to serve me orally prior to intercourse, he also knows that he may consumate his intercourse by ejaculating inside of me. When I have the ring on, he is not to orgasm.) Having removed the ring earlier in the evening, I am certain that my husband was expecting to orgasm later in the night. When I instructed him to go get the ring so that I could put it back on, I made it very clear that he would remain chaste that night. I am certain that he also assumed, correctly, that I am inclined to leave that ring on until afer the cuckolding session next week.
I went to bed that night, but before doing so used a very large dildo to pleasure myself. My husband, at my command, slept beside the bed on the floor.
The purpose of this blog is to share my very deeply held views on the subject of wife-led households. A wife-led, or female-led, houseold is one where husbands submit to the loving female authority of their wives. In creating this blog, I feel like I stand on the shoulders of giants. Elise Sutton, Emily Addison and Lady Misato have all made great contributions to thinking in this space. I hope my own ideas can carry on in the thoughtful tradition of these women.
The purpose of this blog is to share my very deeply held views on the subject of wife-led households. A wife-led, or female-led, houseold is one where husbands submit to the loving female authority of their wives. In creating this blog, I feel like I stand on the shoulders of giants. Elise Sutton, Emily Addison and Lady Misato have all made great contributions to thinking in this space. I hope my own ideas can carry on in the thoughtful tradition of these women.
Ma'am,
ReplyDeleteAgree with river sunday, You are an awe inspiring Woman, with no need of advice from me. i am very envious of Your husband, and am curious if he has any suggestions for his role in this. You said that this is passing fancy and Your husband is Your primary attachment, but he must be feeling very vulnerable and be afraid of losing You to an obviously more capable man.
If it were me, i would want to be keeping You extra happy this week, buying flowers, etc. To put "Jim" at ease, i suggest you have Your husband offer to perform some menial task, such as shine his shoes, etc, after meeting him