“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve changed,” she said after coming home for the sixth time in a row to the house being picked up and cleaned. Her dinner bubbled slowly on the stove and the smell must have tickled her fancy. “What’s going on?”
Avoidance of the truth was something I desperately needed to master and this was the first time I had been tested on my new behaviors.
“Can’t a guy spoil his wife every now and then?”
“Doing housework is spoiling me?”
“I like to think that helping relieve your stress by taking care of things around the house is kinda like spoiling you.”
“No, it is, but the question is why?”
“Bullshit. You want something. “
I shook my head. The thong I was wearing slid a little further up between my cheeks and the motion made me clench around the plug.
Her eyes narrowed before widening. “It’s sex, isn’t it? It’s been what, a couple of weeks? You do some things around the house in the name of spoiling me but what you really want is to get off.”
It had actually been over a month but it’s not like I was counting or anything.
“Nope. I mean, sure, I’d like to get off. What guy wouldn’t? But that’s not spoiling you.”
“So you don’t want sex?” She sounded puzzled by the notion that I didn’t want to cum, even though that’s all I wanted to do.
“I don’t want you to feel like it’s one more thing that you have to do today. You do too much as it is.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”
“What? Is it so wrong of me to want to put my wife’s pleasure before my own?”
“Never in the history of our relationship have you ever put my pleasure before yours. Shit, half the time I’m barely getting started and you are passed out.”
She wasn’t wrong and the harshness of it was degrading. I never was good in bed.
“And I’m not okay with that anymore.”
“Remains to be seen. I’m not saying I don’t believe you, I’m just saying that actions speak louder than words.”
“Well maybe I will have to prove it to you.”
“Uh huh. Sure. I’m going to go wash off the day I had.”
“Okay. Your dinner will be done shortly.”
She nodded and walked past me. The house was clean and smelled fresh. I’d used a little bit of carpet cleaner to put a clean scent in the air. I stirred her dinner while she showered and set it to cool before the water stopped. It would be a minute before she would eat it so I went to her bathroom to see how she was.
Like normal, she was wrapped in a towel and was drying her hair with another one.
“The house looks good,” she said. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t notice.”
“I have some extra time on my hands after work.”
“Usually you just scroll on your phone or watch TV.”
I shrugged. She wasn’t wrong but she didn’t know that my scrolling was usually talking to Him. “Trying something different.”
“Because…I don’t know…I just want to.”
“Have you ever just wanted something?”
“Sure. I want to have an orgasm more than once a year, but I’m not about to start changing the oil in the cars to make it happen.”
“Sweetie, I love you but the only time you make me orgasm is when you go down on me and that only happens on my birthday, otherwise, I have to take my magic buzzy friend into the shower and try to get off while standing. And sometimes, I even have to fake it on my birthday, so if you ever wonder why you only get one blowjob a year, it’s because the effort isn’t there for either of us. And if you think that cleaning the house is somehow going to make a difference…well, it is but not enough!”
Her reaffirming my inadequacies made me strain in my cage. I wanted so badly to toss her in the bed and prove that I was great at sex but knew that even without the cage, the only way I could prove her wrong was with my tongue.
“I want to be better for you.”
“Then make an effort! It doesn’t have to be some grand gesture but it needs to be something!”
“You know I’m no good at being forward. I don’t want to do the wrong thing and upset you.”
She sighed loudly. “I swear sometimes it’s like you're the woman in this relationship. Do I need to give you fucking instructions or a treasure map?” She dropped her towel and stood facing me. She pointed at her pussy, “See this? Your face goes here!”
My knees almost gave out at her brazen, authoritative tone. My heart pounded and my eyes widened. I couldn’t tell if she was serious or not.
“Are you waiting for an invitation? Get on your knees and show me you’ve changed or get the fuck out of my sight!”
Gravity didn’t feel fast enough. I fell before her and she put one leg on my shoulder, turning me with her hips so that she could see herself in the mirror. I was so used to being on my knees with my mouth open that I was ready before she was. My tongue danced and twirled and it wasn’t long before her moans reached my ears. She ground her hips into my face and ran her fingers through my hair. All I could see was her stomach tensing repeatedly as I serviced her.
“Not here. To the bed.” She said between gasps. She dismounted me and went into the bedroom. “Lay down,” she commanded.
I complied. She crawled onto my chest before hovering over my face. She looked down at me with blatant desire before lowering her hips. I put my tongue skills to use. Months of practice holding my breath and feeling contours and details out with just my tongue had made me more confident than I had ever been. She ground her hips into my face but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything but serving. It’s what I was meant to do.
I don’t know how many times she orgasmed, if she even did, but by the time she crawled off my face, I was covered in juices. My tongue was sore and I couldn’t taste or smell anything but her.
“Now that’s how you spoil a girl. Go clean yourself up and we can have dinner together, though you have already eaten.”
“I could eat again.” I didn’t know if she was referencing food or her, either way, my overstimulated mind didn’t care.
“Oh, don’t tempt me with a good time.”
I went to my bathroom and washed my face. I looked down the front of my pants to see I had leaked a considerable amount in her panties. I felt exhilarated and used at the same time.
As my mind and body calmed down, I set the table for her. It was something I planned on doing anyway, but seemed like going an extra mile all things considered. When she finally came out of the bedroom, she had her hair in a bun and one of my old tee shirts on that draped down to her midthigh. She looked and smelled amazing.
As we ate, I struggled to find anything to say. I didn’t want her thinking that because I went down on her that I was expecting something in return. It was just something I did, that was all. Which, of course, was a complete fucking lie. I did it because she told me to and if she told me to do something else, I’d do that too.
“So, uh, sorry about earlier. I kinda said some mean things.”
“It’s fine. You were right.”
“Doesn’t make it okay. I wouldn’t want you talking to me like that.”
“Doesn’t make it wrong, either. It was the heat of the moment.”
“Phenomenal! I didn’t know I could orgasm back to back like that.”
A job well done is its own reward?
“I…uh…you were…really something.”
“It was the heat of the moment. I got carried away.”
“No, it’s fine. It really is. I…I’ve never seen that side of you before.”
“I don’t know if it’s a side. It just kind of came out.”
“Wasn’t the only thing that came.”
She smiled and blushed a little and I was reminded of how cute she was. Scary sometimes, but still cute.
“I think I took it a little too far. Even if it was mindblowing.”
“Really? You liked that?”
“It was shocking but I didn’t hate it.”
I didn’t know what to say. If I was honest, I’d likely scare her but the truth was that I loved it.
She must have been able to read my expression. Her words sent a wave of panic washing over me.
“You like it when I tell you what to do…” She let the thought hang in the air and I felt my insides twist. It was the same feeling I got when I first kissed that dildo. I could see the gears turning in her head.
“So…say I wanted to go again…” she looked up at the light above the table and bit her bottom lip. The look on her face drove me wild and like a fish on a hook she slowly reeled me in. “And I wanted you to crawl under the table…all I would have to say is…down boy?”
I slid off the chair and under the table. Her legs were already spread out for me and I could see at a glance that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her hand came down and with a finger, she motioned me over to her. She shimmied the shirt up over her butt and when her hand found my face, she pulled me in.
”Nice and slow.” She breathed soft, pleasurable words. “Take your time and enjoy it. Mmmmm!”
My knees had gone numb and my back and neck burned by the time she pushed me away. I could have sworn that she rubbed a bald spot on the top of my head. I don’t think she got off but I was certain that wasn’t the point. She was testing me, for what, I didn’t know, but I think I passed. For the time being, my secret was safe.
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