As they lay in the bed he turned, still hugging her, and asked, “So, what were you doing on the bus with your pants open,” his tone held a bit of surprise, “And no panties.”
“Aren’t you angry? Upset?” she asked.
“Well, I was at the beginning, then all the blood went south and, you know, I can’t think with both heads at the same time,” he said chuckling.
“You want the truth?” she asked, but it wasn’t a question that needed an answer. So, she went on explaining to him what happened. She sat up, leaning against the headboard, hugging her legs, and said, “A few months ago I started to chat with a guy. At the beginning it was just talking about our jobs, our families, movies, books, things like that. We found out we had many things in common. One of those things was a sexless life.” Eleanor stopped a moment, looking at her husband, lying on his back, to see if he had a reaction. Nothing. He was listening so she continued talking.
“We were both frustrated, but I said I would never cheat on my husband, and he said he would never cheat on his wife”. Eleanor took a sip from the water bottle on the nightstand, then continued, “We never exchanged photos, only… fantasies. It was just that. In our imagination, we did what society would consider ‘dirty things’, kinky sex, but for us, it was just sex, it was what we liked. It was so exciting that after every chat I had to go in the bathroom and… masturbate. I didn’t know how to tell you that that was what I wanted, what I needed.”
Eleanor stopped talking, waiting to hear what Doug had to say. He was still on his back, an arm covering his eyes, one hand stroking Eleanor's calf.
“I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” he then said, “I thought you lost your interest in sex with me.”
Combing his thick hair with her hand, she said, “I lost interest in the monotony. I need something different, something strong, kinky. I didn’t have sex with the guy, I swear, but what he did was just exciting me. He asked me to ride the bus with my pants unbuttoned, and that only turned me on.”
Doug thought for a moment then said, “Ok, we can do that. We can do something, but I don’t want you to have sex with him or any other guy.”
“I don’t want to have sex with any other guy. That happens only in my fantasies,” she explained.
“Will you share with me what you talked about?” he asked.
“Yes, of course,” she agreed, “Doug?”
“Yes, honey?”
“I know there are things you don’t like, but I am a submissive, I really am. I need to be dominated, I need you to be dominant of me, I need you to tell me what you want me to do, and I need you to punish me if I do something wrong,” Eleanor explained.
Doug tried to think, not looking at her but out the window, breathing deeply. He then turned to her, and said, “I’m not sure I can, but I’m willing to try and learn, if that’s what you need.”
“Thank you, Doug,” Eleanor said, “We both have things to learn.”
Pulling her into his hug, Doug asked, “Do you think we can find someone to help us?” and his hands went down to stroke her magnificent ass.
“I can search,” Eleanor said. She then pulled up her head to look at him, and said, “Doug? Can you spank me?”
He did, but he was too gentle, “Like that?”
“Harder, Doug. Spank, not stroke,” and she showed him, slapping the side of his ass.
“Hey! Naughty girl,” he said, frowning and smacked her ass cheek.
She got on her hands and knees, turning so Doug was facing her ass.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Doug said.
“Doug, it’s what excites me. Being stroked, yes it’s nice, but to excite me, to have me really wet, I need this,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.
After a moment Doug spanked her, harder this time, and heard Eleanor moaning. He spanked her other cheek and she moaned again. From where he was sitting, he could see her little pussy glistening, and his cock got in full attention.
Doug knelt beside her, and with his left hand, he began pinching her nipple, but not too tight.
“Tighter Doug. If I can’t bear the pain, I stop you,” she said.
He pinched tighter and she moaned, arching her back, pushing her ass forward.
With the other hand Doug spanked her ass. Three, four, five times, then the left hand began pulling that nipple down, and the right hand rubbed her red ass, then down to her pussy. She was so wet.
“Open your legs for me,” he told her in a harsh tone.
She did as he asked, and she felt his finger circling her entrance.
“Oh, jeez. Yes, Doug,” she said.
“Shush, I didn’t say you can talk,” he said. “Do you want me to call you names?” he then asked, whispering.
“Yes, please,” she was about to cum just imagining her husband calling her names.
Doug roughly entered her pussy with his finger, and Eleanor gasped.
“You’re wet, my little slut. Are you wet for me or for your friend?” he asked, harshly.
“For you,” Eleanor said.
“Sir. You have to call me Sir from now on when we play,” he told her.
“Yes. For you, Sir,” she said panting.
“Are you ready to cum, slut?” Doug asked.
“Yes, sir,” she managed to say.
“But you can’t. I don’t want you to cum yet,” he said.
“Oh, yes Sir,” she said, disappointed but excited like never before in her life.
Eleanor felt her wetness dripping down her inner thighs. She had to use all her strength not to cum, and to survive. A second finger joined the one already in her pussy. He was pushing her on the edge and almost over the edge.
Doug took the fingers out and licked them. He laughed when saw her disappointment.
“Does your pussy feel empty without me?” Doug asked, spanking her ass one more time.
“Yes, sir, very empty,” she answered.
She wasn’t the only one turned on by this situation. He had his cock so hard it was hurting. He moved in front of her and with a finger under her chin, pulled up her head.
“Eleanor, would you… would you suck my cock?” he asked her, gently this time with guilt on his face.
“Sir, if that’s what you want, yes,” she answered.
He sat on his ankles, his hard cock pointing at the ceiling, “I’m asking you, Eleanor,” he said, stroking her cheek, “It feels I’m degrading you.”
She sat on her ankles in front of him, her legs still open, her eyes mesmerized by his hard cock, and she said, “Doug, there are things that make me feel dirty, one of these is sucking your cock. But part of me wants to do that, I want to please you in ways I wouldn’t do otherwise. That includes pleasing you with my mouth, but I need to be dominated or I would never do that. I want to be forced, I want to feel dirty, and I want to please you. That’s the purpose of all this, do things we won’t do in our regular life, but that we have fantasized about. I’m sure you’d like to fuck my mouth.”