Breaking and Entering


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, FemaleDom, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, .

Desc: Sex Story: Wife turns the tables on her loving husband.

© 2002 Couture

"Will you be a dear and clean the kitchen tonight?" I asked my husband, who was sitting in his recliner watching television.

"Come on honey, I'm watching something right now." Bryan said, pointing the remote around me and at the TV as if he could somehow zap me and make me move as easily as he could change the channel.

I looked back and saw that hateful little planet at the edge of the T.V. screen. Just great, the fucking sci-fi channel. He would be sitting in his chair all night. I knew that in order to get him up, I was going to have to bring out the big guns.

I gave him my sexiest smile, straddled him, and ground seductively against him. "I'll make it worth your while," I whispered in his ear.

I could feel him responding beneath me and he leaned up to kiss me, but I pulled back. "But first the dishes," I said, giving him a quick peck on the lips and hopping off his lap.

Bryan threw a pillow at me, hitting me in the rear. "Tease," he called after me, but he quickly got up and went to the kitchen.

I followed, watching him while he worked. He looked cute washing dishes in his boxers. I trailed a finger down to my sex. I was as hot and wet as the dishwater.

I went to the bedroom to wait for him to finish, but, I was too hot to wait. I got up, opened my goody drawer and removed a vibe to keep me occupied until he returned. However, my attention fell to the strap-on at the bottom of the drawer.

I had always wondered what it would be like to be the penetrator instead of the penetratee, if you know what I mean. I had always been curious, but never had the courage to talk to Bryan about it.

Actually, I brought it up as a joke once, but Bryan just laughed said, "You're not coming near me with that thing." Ever since, I had been too hesitant to pursue it further.

Stripping off my panties and tank top, I attached the latex cock to my crotch. I walked to the full length mirror and looked at my reflection. I wrapped my fist around the shiny black cock and posed, propping my leg up on the chair. Damn, I looked powerful! Authority and strength radiated from my body. Then my thoughts turned to my husband diligently washing dishes in the kitchen. It's now or never, I thought, and tip-toed silently to the kitchen.

Bryan's back was still turned, while he was drying the dishes and placing them in the cabinet like a good little husband. I snuck up behind him and reached into his boxers, firmly grasping his cock.

He jumped. "Jesus Christ! Shit, you scared me!" he said. "Don't sneak up on me like that when I've got plates in my hand."

I stroked his cock, until it grew stiff in my hand. "What was that sweetie?"

"Nothing," he groaned. He tried to turn around, but I pulled his cock up and away, making him stand on his tip-toes leaning over the counter.

"Don't turn around."

"Ouch, ease up - you're hurting me Debbie." He tried to grab my wrist, but I only pulled harder.

"I'll pull it off." I threatened. His hand moved away and I slacked off on the pressure. My free hand traveled down to his ass, massaging his cheeks possessively. "Now, who's in charge?" I asked, while my finger pressed between his cheeks against his tightly clenched ass to emphasize my point. "Hmmm?"

"Come on honey, let's go to bed. I don't like this game," he whined.

He was getting ornery again. I don't know what possessed me, but I opened the drawer and pulled out a small knife. He immediately froze as soon as he saw it in my hand. I traced the sharp of the blade up and down his spine. "What did I say about turning around?"

He hesitated. I heard him gulp. "You said not to."

"That's right." I squeezed his cock. It was harder now than ever. He might try to pretend, but I knew he liked it. "Now... tell me who's in charge."

"You are." I felt his body tremble against mine.

"That's right." I placed the blade beneath his underwear. "Now, let me see this body you've been teasing me with." I cut at his boxers with the knife. Well, more like I hacked at them. The boxers proved to be a formidable opponent, but I couldn't let myself defeated by mere cotton and elastic.

I yanked them down his legs. They were trembling with his fear.

"Please, Deb... I don't like this."

His cock pulsed in my hand. "Liar." I kissed his neck and moved my hand from his cock to his nipple, pinching it lightly. My kiss turned stronger until I was sucking at his neck as hard as I could. I nipped his skin with my teeth and tightened my fingers on his nipple. My bite extracted a mewling moan from his throat.

"Tell me the truth, bitch. You like this don't you?" I whispered in his ear and then tongued it.

"Ugh... yes," he gasped.

"And I'm not Deb. I'm a burglar, who broke into the house. Your wife is asleep in bed." I poked him with the knife blade. "You got that?"

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