After twenty plus years of marriage to my high school sweetheart, our marriage had become as dull as yesterday's news, maybe last month's news. And that's probably an understatement. We both had become so complacent in our marriage to each other, that we both were clearly unhappy with our lives.
The main problem was that we both still loved each other, but had become less affectionate over time, and our love life had become almost mechanical. The fact that we still loved each other could also be a blessing in disguise if we were to reestablish the happiness that our marriage first started out to be many years ago.
Even at forty- three, Terri was still attractive and very desirable to me. True she had gained some weight over the years, but to my eyes she was a voluptuous woman and very desirable. She stood almost five- foot eight inches tall, had medium length brown hair, pretty, expressive brown eyes, and very large, beautiful breasts. I still couldn't keep my hands off them. From the way her nipples stood out at my attention, she still seemed to enjoy my hands on her.
One Friday evening after returning from our usual dinner at a local favorite of ours, we sat down to have coffee and watch the usual TV shows. I broached the subject of our stale marriage.
"Honey, you know we talked about our lives with each other almost a year ago next month. And as I told you then, I don't need a "sister", I need a wife."
Terri gave me the usual look that she did when I brought up serious subjects.
I told her again that I still loved her, but needed more if I was going to be happy. She reaffirmed that "Yes" she still loved me too, but wasn't offering any suggestions on how to get us out of our dull, marriage rut.
I sat on the edge of our sofa, and she came over to me and hugged me. She stooped down and we kissed and I hugged myself into her body with my face cradled between her large breasts. Terri was wearing a long, tan skirt and even though it was a cool fall evening, she had neglected to wear any stockings or pantyhose underneath. I wouldn't have known except she informed me of this as we were going to the restaurant.
Probably only a man could get turned on by the fact that his wife or girlfriend's legs were bare under her skirt in cooler weather. Hell, maybe I was alone in that this bit of info got me turned on.
Anyway, as we hugged and talked, my hands found their way under skirt and slowly moved up her smooth thighs. With her still standing, I slipped my hands between her legs until they moved apart. I could feel my cock throbbing from the touch of her smooth skin. Without going to the obvious place, my hands found their way around to her butt cheeks and slipped under her panties.
After kneading her ass in my hands for a short time, I reached to the top of her panties and pulled them down. She started to squirm and voiced a minor objection that our daughter and her boyfriend might soon come home from their dinner at the local Italian restaurant. I told her that I needed to feel her, and she allowed her panties to slide down her silky thighs. When they stopped at her feet, she lifted her legs, and I slipped them off. Taking the panties, I brought them to my face and inhaled her sweet scent. My wife's clean, musky scent was one of the greatest aphrodisiacs that I had ever known. Again, I was probably alone in this but who cares? As I sniffed her panties, she laughingly told me that I must be a sick puppy.
I told her that she smelled delicious and I could eat her up. She laughed and made reference to her extra weight, and said that were would be a lot to eat. I didn't flinch and said that yes I would eat every square inch of her, and she knew what I meant.
Anyway we held each other for a little bit more, and I started to talk again about our situation.
Reaffirming the fact that I had, (hell we both had) been unhappy with our stale relationship; I forged ahead with our talk.
"Baby, what I need from you is to show me your love by being a more submissive wife." This was the first time that I actually had used that word, "submissive."
As usual Terri's eyebrows had arched and I was imagining her thinking that I wanted her to be my slave. Without saying anything, she allowed me to continue. Her reservations were for now being kept to herself. Trying to explain myself better, I told her that menial or belittling tasks were not my intention. I then described my whole proposal, as best I could. Even though I had rehearsed this for months, no explanation had ever made me more nervous.
I started by telling her that my love for her was as strong as ever, it just needed some new life to rekindle what we once had. By her nods, she agreed more or less with this statement. I told her that being a submissive meant at least to me, that she would re- dedicate herself to me as her husband, her loving master. With her eyebrows still in the arched mode, she listened without speaking or interrupting. Her reticence at times could be more unnerving than a full- blown argument or vocal disagreement.
Taking several deep breaths I outlined my proposals for rekindling our love and reestablishing our marriage on a different groundwork. I told her to please hold any objections until I was finished, so I could get through my list.
Here is my list for the changes I was proposing for my lovely wife.
- We would both show more affection; always hug and kiss when leaving or arriving home. This may seem like a minor issue, but it's something that had gone out of our marriage.
- She would wear only skirts or dresses when going out with me. And the length wouldn't be down to her ankles either.
- She would wear front- buttoning blouses with v- or scoop necklines that show a moderate amount of cleavage. And she had the breasts to fill this one easily.
- If pullover type blouses are worn, must have my approval and be tight. - Get the kind of bras that accomplish the third request.
- Must wear shoes with high heels- nothing too high, but no flat bottom shoes with me, except when type of activity requires them.
- No pantyhose ever in my company, only bikini style panties. Since I knew Terri hated thongs anyway.
- Be in bed by ten o'clock sharp. If she asks, she may watch some ten o'clock shows with me in bed.
- Wear only gowns or nightshirts to bed. Never any panties or bottoms, except during that time of month.
- Become a participant in our love making with more with actions or talk.
- Be more affectionate in every day activities with more touching. Okay maybe a slight repeat of the first one, but can one get too much?
- Terri was to get her bath before actual bedtime, and wear robe or night shirt or lingerie- no panties when ready for bed, even it's relatively early.
- Keep her pussy trimmed. At times, I may want to actually shave her pussy when we're having a play session. It shows that you're grooming your private area just to please me (which it does!
- I may want to play bondage games with you sometimes, and or spank your bottom. This will always be a light spanking, unless you ask for it to be harder.
- I may want to "eat" you frequently, since that it is a very big turn- on for me. (This might seem like a stupid request to some of you, but Terri has always had a hang- up about this being an unsavory activity. And she's always been a "reluctant" cocksucker at best. I blame it on her parents' puritanical upbringing. More on that later.)
- When you wear jeans or long pants in my company, they have to be tight to my approval.
- Hair must never be cut short, I prefer it moderately long, but will give you some leeway in this matter.
- When sitting next to me in the car or a dark movie theater, keep legs uncrossed. If I put my hands on your legs, don't resist, open yourself to my touches.
- If we meet someone in public don't be afraid to show affection to me. Hold my hand, put your arm around me. If we meet someone that we both know, give them a nice hug, both men and women. It shows your loving nature.
- Call me at work sometimes, just to talk to me, not the usual problems for me to fix.
I had asked my now- quiet wife to take down all my requests in a notebook. She looked at what I had dictated and asked her if she had any questions. She raised one eyebrow and had a tight- lipped smile in the corner of her mouth. While she looked at me, I told her to think about these requests in the coming week, and not give me an answer either way until next Friday night.
I told her I would love her regardless of her answer, but couldn't promise any real excitement if things stayed status quo. I kissed her and suggested she keep her list in her purse, so she could look at all the points in the coming week. I then hugged her and kissed her and told her that I loved her and only wanted her for my soul mate.
We spent the rest of the weekend without discussing the list, although we made love Friday, Saturday and again on Sunday. Normally, we only made love once or twice at most a week at this stage in our dull routine.
Just to set the record straight, I wanted this potential change to our marriage to be one of give and take. Besides my absolute love and devotion to my wife, I announced that I would be taking on some of the more menial tasks around the house.
My wife was an excellent cook, and since she usually had her afternoons free, she had always prepared our dinners on nights we ate in. But she really hated to clean up after dinner, so that was going to just one of the tasks I'd perform without complaint. I would gladly clean up after dinner and take my wife's coffee into the TV room while she watched one of her sitcoms and just relaxed.
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