Chapter 3

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on Kris and Jim’s bedroom. Kris stood there, her heart pounding with excitement as she watched her husband, Jim, scramble to obey her every command. It was a role reversal that stirred something deep and primal within them both. Kris, usually wholesome and loving, now exuded raw sexual power, a dynamic that intrigued them both. And Jim, always eager to please his wife, eagerly embraced his submissive side, his desire to fulfill her wishes overwhelming. Kris found herself slipping into the dominant role much more easily after her night with Doug. She was not sure if that was due to the extra confidence she had from someone like Doug finding her that attractive or if she was still a little upset with Jim for pushing her into it, even though she had thoroughly enjoyed herself.

Kris’s body looked mouth-wateringly delicious, accentuated by the tight leather dress that hugged her generous curves, the stockings, and the garter belt that emphasized her long, tanned legs. Her full, luscious breasts threatened to spill out of the corset, and she knew her husband couldn’t take his eyes off her.

As she examined herself in the mirror, her husband’s eager eyes trailed over her body, his tongue tracing the outline of her feet as he removed her boots, sucking on her toes, one by one.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you, Jim?” Kris teased, her voice husky and full of promise. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, and it only fueled her dominance further.

Jim, his mouth still occupied with her toes, mumbled his consent, his eyes shining with devotion. Kris bit her lip, feeling a rush of power as she savored the sensation. This was what she had started fantasizing about—having her husband completely under her spell, willing to do anything to please her.

“That’s it, my little toe sucker,” she taunted, running her fingers through his hair. “But I need more, Jim. So much more.”

Kris paused, watching his reaction as she continued. “I want you to listen carefully, my dear husband, because I’m about to explain exactly how I plan to use you tonight.”

Hearing his wife’s words, Jim’s eyes widened with excitement. He nodded eagerly, his mouth suddenly dry as he anticipated her next move.

“You see, Jim,” she continued, her voice low and seductive. “I’m feeling particularly horny and playful tonight, and I intend to use your body to satisfy my every whim. I might be a loving wife, but tonight, I’m going to be your wicked mistress.”

Kris took a step closer, her eyes locking with his. “Now, I want you to strip for me, slowly. Take your time, tease me. I want to watch you reveal that little cock that’s all mine.” Jim had always been a little self conscious of his short, thick penis, but Kris had always found it to be perfect for her. That was until she spent the night with Doug. Now she realized that Jim was right, she did deserve a little more in life.

As Jim began to undress, his hands trembled with anticipation. He slowly removed his shirt, revealing his plump belly and broad chest. Then, he unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor, his erect cock springing free. Kris licked her lips as she took in the sight of his short but thick manhood, her pussy growing wetter by the second.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby,” she purred. “Now, touch yourself for me. Stroke that hard cock while I watch.”

Jim reached down and gripped his shaft between two fingers and his thumb, pumping it slowly as Kris watched with hooded eyes. “Pinch your nipples, play with them. I know you like that, you naughty boy.”

Obeying her command, Jim squeezed his nipples, tugging on them, his breathing becoming ragged. Kris took a step closer, reaching out to wrap her hand around his cock, tugging on it firmly. “You have such a small cock, Jim, but at least it’s all mine to play with, aren’t you glad I let you pleasure yourself?”

“Oh, yes,” Jim moaned, his eyes rolling back slightly as pleasure washed over him. “It’s all yours. I live to please you.”

Kris smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “That’s right, you exist to serve me. Now, I want you to bend over the bed and present that tight ass to me. It’s time for your mistress to have some fun.”

Without hesitation, Jim positioned himself on the bed, his ass cheeks on full display. Kris examined the view, reaching out to caress his soft cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal his tight hole. She could not stop herself from comparing Jim to Doug. Jim was soft, cushiony, and comfortable versus Doug’s strong, muscular definition. “You have such a cute ass, Jim. I can’t wait to play with it.”

She teasingly traced her fingers around his hole, watching him squirm and moan. “You like that, don’t you? Feeling my fingers tease your most forbidden place?”

“Oh, God, yes,” Jim gasped. “It feels so good, Kris. Please, don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, I’m just getting started,” Kris assured him, her voice conveying both lust and a hint of danger. “Now, be a good boy and stay still. I want to prepare you for what’s coming next.”

Kris reached for the lube and latex gloves on the bedside table, coating her gloved fingers generously. She slowly inserted one finger into Jim’s ass, feeling him tense momentarily before relaxing and pushing back against her finger. “That’s it, take it all,” she encouraged. “Such a good boy for your mistress.”