It was by showing my wife Ruby the stories and letters in your magazine that I managed to get her interested in, or at least to be open-minded about, female domination and male submissiveness. Not that she was really all that into it, at least at first, but she gradually came to accept the fact that I was naturally submissive to her, and to take advantage of my constant desire to serve her.
On Sunday evenings, for example, it became a routine for me to cook dinner for her while she watched TV or took a nap. I would serve her the dinner and then do the cleanup. It fed my submissive streak. Ruby would sit like a queen on the high stool at the counter in our kitchen, and I would serve her, while gobbling my own dinner standing up at the stove.
One Sunday I decided to escalate my submissiveness by wearing only a pair of undershorts as I cooked and served the meal. Ruby seemed amused by this, and just laughed when I told her I didn’t want to get stains on my clothes. She knew the real reason. That week I went out shopping and bought a pair of tight satin briefs, the kind tap dancers wear—mostly female tap dancers. They were two sizes too small for me, but I made those tap pants my permanent Sunday dinner uniform. Sometimes I would get an erection in them, but Ruby never seemed to notice.
In fact we rarely had sex anymore. It seemed clear to me that my increasing submissiveness was not a turn-on for her, and I understood. What woman would want to have sex with a husband who pranced around in girls’ tap pants? Of course this only added to the eroticism of it for me, for the more I sensed her disdain, the more turned on I would get. Late at night, after she had gone to sleep, I would masturbate.
Then several weeks ago things started to go a little haywire. It was a Sunday evening, and I was preparing dinner as usual, wearing my tap pants. Ruby was upstairs, but eventually she came down and came into the kitchen for her dinner. She looked ravishing. She was wearing a ridiculously short black dress that barely covered her ass. It had a halter-top held up with tiny spaghetti straps, and her nipples poked boldly against the thin fabric. She wore skimpy little high-heeled shoes, and her long tanned legs looked terrific.
I was thrilled and excited, thinking that maybe Ruby was at last getting into her superior role, and had started to dress for the part. When I tried to kiss her she turned her face away, saying she didn’t want to mess up her makeup. I kissed her hand instead. Then I fell to my knees and kissed her feet in the tiny shoes.
“Let’s eat,” she said curtly. “I’m in a fucking hurry.” She climbed up on the counter stool, crossed her long lovely legs and let me serve her steak and baked potato, with my erection pressing painfully against the front of my tap pants.
Just then the doorbell rang. Ruby called for whoever it was to come in, and I desperately tried to get out of sight as I heard the front door open, but it was too late. I could only cringe and try to cover my hard-on as Ruby’s friend Lara came into the kitchen.
Lara was a year older than Ruby, not as tall but just as beautiful. I had always felt that she didn’t really like me. She usually acted sort of disdainfully towards me, and of course that turned me on too.
“Well, look at this,” she said now, laughing at me as I shrank back against the refrigerator. She was dressed even more provocatively than Ruby, in a short white dress that showed so much cleavage that the edges of her dark areolae were visible. “You look like an idiot.” Then she turned to Ruby. “You look great, though,” she said. And then she did something that shocked me. She leaned over and kissed Ruby full on the mouth. And Ruby kissed her back.
“Let’s go,” Ruby said then, and to my astonishment she stood up and reached for her purse, which she had put on the counter.
“Where are you going?” I called, following them through the living room to the front door.
“Out,” Ruby said.
“Out there,” Ruby said, and they both giggled. And then they were gone.
I spent the evening terribly anxious and distracted. Ruby didn’t come home until almost midnight. I followed her into the bedroom, asking where she had been. “Bowling,” was her only answer. I stood and watched as she took off her dress and tossed it onto a chair. The dress looked stained and wrinkled, and Ruby was stark naked beneath it. I asked her what had happened to her panties. “It was hot, so I took them off,” she answered curtly. “Now I want to go to sleep.” And with that she climbed into bed and turned off the light.
Over the next few days our lives pretty much got back to normal. But on Friday Ruby told me that we were going to have company for dinner on Sunday. Lara was coming, along with her boyfriend, Andrew, and I was going to have to cook for all of them.
“What should I wear?” I asked Ruby. Of course I knew exactly what I wanted to wear. The idea of serving dinner in just those little tap pants in front of Lara was thrilling, and the thought of Andrew being there added to my humiliation, which of course made it better still.
So when Sunday afternoon arrived I set to work in the kitchen, wearing just my tight tap pants. After about an hour Ruby came in to see how I was doing. She was dressed in a pair of very brief tan silk shorts and a matching sleeveless blouse that looked to be about two sizes too small for her. She obviously wore no bra her nipples poked against the blouse, and her tits rolled easily beneath the thin fabric. She had on lots of gold jewelry and her hair and make up were perfect. Stammering, I tried to tell her how great she looked.
“Never mind all that,” she said. “Now listen. There’s going to be another person for dinner. A friend of Andrew’s. His name is Zeke, and he’ll be alone, so I’ll kind of be with him for the evening.” I just stared at her. “He’s a very nice man,” she went on, “and I want you to be nice to him, and to show him respect.”
“You know him?” I asked.
“Yes, I met him last week, when we went bowling. Now I want you to just make yourself scarce after dinner. Remember, I’m with Zeke tonight. You can eat in the kitchen and then go in the bedroom and watch TV.” And with that she turned and left the kitchen. My eyes were riveted to her ass, and the way the shorts clung to it like a second skin. Obviously she had no panties on, and the shorts were so brief that I could almost see her pussy.
Andrew and Zeke arrived on their motorcycles, with Lara riding on the back of Andrew’s bike, wearing a pair of very short shorts and a halter top. I watched from the window as Ruby went out to greet them. Zeke was very tall, well over six feet, and very tanned and muscular. He wore a pair of cut-off jeans and a muscle shirt that displayed his big arms and shoulders, and his black hair was pulled into a long ponytail. I watched unbelievingly as Ruby ran up to him and stood on tiptoe to kiss him right on the lips. His arm snaked around her waist and up under her shirt, and her hand slid under his arm to cup his bulging bicep.
I couldn’t watch any longer, as I had to hurry back to the kitchen to see to the meal. Finally the four of them came in, talking and laughing. I was very nervous, but Ruby made no introductions, and the rest of them ignored me too, walking by me into the living room. The only sign of recognition I got was a pat on the buttocks from Lara as she went by.
A few minutes later Ruby came into the kitchen to get some beer, and she casually told me that no one was hungry, and the meal was canceled. I couldn’t believe it. I had worked so hard to prepare this special meal! She then told me to go into the bedroom and watch TV so the rest of them could have some privacy.
Half an hour later I was watching TV in our bedroom, as instructed, when Ruby came bursting in. “Listen,” she said. “I want you to go down to the rec room in the basement. Lara and Andrew want to watch TV in here.”
My eyes were riveted on her. Her blouse was held closed by only one button and her large breasts were spilling out, the nipple of one totally exposed. Her shorts were pulled up high and all askance, showing a portion of her ass, and I thought I could see the dark fringe of her pussy hair. I started to ask what was going on, but she just told me to hurry up.
As I moved toward the door Andrew and Lara barged into the room. Lara was naked to the waist, clutching her blouse to her and giggling, as Andrew stuffed his hand down the back of her shorts. Ruby shoved me into the hall and pulled the door shut.
“Ruby, what’s going on?” I asked her. “Are you making out with Zeke?”
She only shrugged. “Yes, of course I’m making out with him,” she said then. “Did you see him? He’s gorgeous. And if you fuck this up for me, I’ll never forgive you, you little sissy. Now go.” And she shoved me in the direction of the stairs.
I went down the to our recreation room in the basement, and settled on the couch. I could hear music and occasional laughter from upstairs. I must have dozed off, because I was awakened by a rhythmical creaking sound above my head. The sounds were slow at first, and then they became more frequent, and louder. I wondered what was going on. Maybe they were dancing. But there was no music now. Finally I decided to try to find out. There was an outside door to the basement, and I snuck out. It was very cold outside, and dark now. I pulled a patio chair up against the house and climbed up to look in through our dining room window.
What a sight! All the lights were on inside, and there was Ruby, sprawled nude on her back on the floor, her long shapely legs widely spread, and between them was Zeke, his muscular naked ass rising and falling as he plunged in and out of her. As I watched he reached back with both hands and grabbed her behind her knees, pulling and twisting her legs and opening her up even further. I could sense he was close to climax as his strokes became more violent. He plunged deeper and deeper into her, then finally relaxed and rolled off. His penis was still fully erect, at least ten inches long and looking as big around as a baseball bat. Ruby just lay there, her pussy all pulled open. As I watched, some of Zeke’s load leaked out of her and ran down her ass, leaving a little puddle on the carpet.
I was fascinated, excited and mortified at the same time. I knew that I could never do that to Ruby, could never give her what Zeke had just given her. My penis wasn’t half that size, and I had never shot half as much as what was leaking out of her. And yet watching it had gotten me aroused. I had an erection, and I couldn’t help stroking myself.
But that wasn’t all. Zeke now rose from the carpet and stepped over Ruby’s prostrate form. He straddled her head and then, to my amazement, squatted down over her face. I couldn’t believe it. I thought Ruby would scream and jump up or something. Instead she lifted her face to him and began to lick and suck on his balls, and then his asshole. I watched as she worked on him with abandon for several minutes. Then he crawled back between her legs and stuck his big erection back up inside her. Ruby wrapped her legs around his buttocks and locked her ankles together. I saw her hands rubbing his back as they kissed passionately.
Then suddenly the lights went on in the house next door, and a dog started barking, and I knew I was too visible standing there that way. Reluctantly I slunk back down into the basement.
During the night I counted three more cycles of the rhythmically creaking sounds from above. I couldn’t believe that Zeke was able to fuck her so much. I had to jerk off thinking about it.
Towards dawn I was awakened by the sound of people moving around upstairs. Then there was silence. I snuck back outside. The house next door was dark, and I quickly climbed back on my chair to look in the window again.
Zeke was standing in the middle of the living room, his pants down around his ankles, while Ruby knelt before him in the nude, sucking his dick. Andrew and Lara sat on the couch, fully dressed, watching the show. Zeke’s hand was twisted in Ruby’s hair, and she was sucking him furiously. Her pretty face was grotesquely distorted as she tired to accommodate his entire shaft. Lara and Andrew were talking and laughing as they watched. Finally Zeke came, clenching her face to his crotch, but she could not swallow fast enough, and some of his come came gushing out of her mouth and ran down her chin, while Lara clapped her hands in mock applause. After Zeke pulled out of her, Ruby remained kneeling, meekly licking his shaft clean until he pulled up his pants and fastened his belt.
Lara and Andrew now got up to leave, and Ruby rose to kiss Zeke good-bye, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. I looked at her naked body, her sweet round ass, her long shapely legs, as she literally hung from his shoulders as she kissed him.
I hastily went back to my couch, and after a few minutes Ruby came down and told me to go into the living room, because she had some important things to say to me. I was afraid she was going to tell me we were getting divorced. She was still completely nude, and very casual about it. I sat on the couch, and she sat down in a chair across from me and crossed her legs. She didn’t try to cover herself at all, as if she were proud of the way Zeke had left her.
“I want you to understand how things are going to be from now on,” Ruby began. “So there will be no more peeking in the fucking windows.”
I could feel myself blushing. So she had seen me there. But that was thrilling too.
“What were you doing out there?” she asked. “Playing with yourself?”
“You’re pathetic,” she said. “Just pathetic.”
She then told me that she had first met Zeke on that night two weeks before, when she and Lara had gone bowling. I was surprised to hear that they really had gone bowling. But it seems that had not been the original plan. Lara had been after Ruby to go on a blind date with Zeke for several weeks, and finally Ruby, bored with me at home, had agreed. The girls had thought that Andrew and Zeke were going to take them out to someplace fancy for dinner. But the boys had other ideas they thought it would be cool to take the two scantily clad women to a bowling alley.
The girls had climbed onto the backs of the bikes. At first, Ruby said, she’d been horrified at the way her skirt had blown up around her waist and exposed her panties to everyone they passed. But soon she’d gotten used to it and had even started to get turned on by it all, especially with her arms wrapped around Zeke’s rock-hard midsection as they rode. She smiled as she told me this, and looked directly at the little roll of fat around my waist.
The boys had taken them to an old rundown bowling alley near the edge of town. The girls had been the center of attention. Some of the other players had cheered as their skirts flipped up when they rolled the balls. Zeke was very aggressive, Ruby said. He kissed her several times, and she had to admit she had never been kissed like that before. Soon he was running his hands over her legs and ass, but she really started to get into it when he slipped her tits out of her dress and started playing with them in public.
After about an hour of this she was dizzy with lust. Zeke then asked her to come outside with him, saying that he needed a blowjob. Ruby didn’t know what to say, but before she could say anything he pulled her to her feet and marched her swiftly out of the bowling alley. She almost had to run to keep up with him as he pulled her along. Her naked tits were still exposed, in full view of all the people bowling and those at the bar.
Once outside, he took her to the back of the parking lot behind the alley. She could hear the noise of the balls crashing inside. Zeke unbuckled his pants and pushed them and his undershorts down to his ankles. Ruby had never seen such a big dick, and she was fascinated. She didn’t object when he told her to kneel there on the ground. He didn’t force her, but he told her to take all of him, and she tried her best. She had never deep-throated a man before, certainly not with a dick that big. And she had surely never swallowed so much come.
I squirmed in my chair as she told me this. I had always thought she had never blown anyone at all. She had certainly never blown me.
At first, she said, it had bothered her, kneeling there on the gravel. It was rough on her knees, and even though they were in the back of the parking lot, people could see them as they walked by. A few passing men made rude remarks and catcalls. But gradually she got more and more into it, and didn’t care who saw what. One couple actually stopped and watched as she was blowing him. When they did, Zeke reached down and pulled her dress up, so that they could see her panty-covered ass. Ruby was shocked, but by then she was so caught up with what she was doing that she couldn’t stop. The watching couple finally drifted away, but not before the girl had come close enough to reach down and run her hand all over Ruby’s bottom. “Great ass,” she told her.
When Zeke came, Ruby couldn’t swallow fast enough, and she got his come all over her face. She had to use her skirt to wipe it off.
After the blowjob they went back into the bowling alley. Ruby’s tits were still completely out of her dress, which now was noticeably come-stained. The boys then decided that it would be great fun to have the girls remove their panties and bowl a few frames like that. Every time Ruby threw the ball, she knew she was completely exposed. People gathered to watch them, and there was lots of cheering and vulgar remarks. Ruby thought that the police might show up any minute, or at least that the management would throw them out. But it didn’t happen. Ruby couldn’t believe how turned on she was. She was amazed to find that she could feel so exposed and be so excited about it.
“Now I guess I know how you feel,” she told me. “But it’s different,” she added then. “Because I’m a girl, and you’re supposed to be a man!”
In between frames Zeke had finger-fucked her and played with her tits while people watched. The more he did it, the more she wanted. She had never been so hot in her life. She wanted to fuck him so badly she could hardly stand it. But Zeke said he had to get up early the next morning, and besides, he’d already had his blowjob. So she had to go without a screwing that night.
The next day, and all the next week, she had pressed Lara to set up another date with Zeke. But then she got her period, so she had to wait until last night to see him again. And then it had almost fallen apart when the guys arrived. When Zeke had found out that I was there he’d almost left. He’d said he didn’t want any problems with her husband. “But I told him you weren’t important,” Ruby told me. “I said you wouldn’t interfere or anything, because you were just a wimp.” That’s why she hadn’t said anything when she saw me peeking in the window while they were fucking she was afraid he’d leave.
At that point Ruby explained to me why she was telling me all this. She told me that she thought she was falling in love with Zeke, and that she intended to keep on seeing him as often as she could, so I had better get used to it. This shook me up so much that I actually started to cry. But if I expected any sympathy from Ruby, I was wrong. She was annoyed and called me a crybaby. Which excited me even in the midst of my tears.
“Well, I might as well tell you all of it,” Ruby said then. “Zeke told me that next week he’s going to fuck me in the ass. He tried to do it this last night, but I was too tight. But he told me that next week he’s going to fuck me there regardless. He told me I should finger myself down there during the week, to loosen my asshole.”
I stopped crying. I was more turned on than ever. “I think that’s why I love him,” Ruby said. “Because if he wants to ass-fuck me, that’s what he’ll do. That’s something you surely wouldn’t understand. You brought this all on yourself, you know. But it’s really not so bad, is it? You wanted me to take charge, and that’s what I’m doing. So you think about it. If you can’t deal with it, then you can pack your things and leave. I’m going to sleep now.”
I sat there for a long time after she left. I was shocked at the idea that her passion for this man could put our relationship in jeopardy, but I realized there was nothing I could do about that. And Ruby was right about it being entirely my own fault. By insisting on fulfilling my fantasy of being Ruby’s slave, I had actually created the condition in which I could now be nothing else. How could I expect her to be sexually interested in me? I had acted as if all that mattered was fulfilling my own sexual fantasies, without giving a thought to Ruby’s needs as a woman. Now I knew there was only one course I could take if I didn’t want to totally lose my beautiful wife.
Finally I stood up and made my way to the bedroom, peeking in to see if Ruby was still awake. She was lying on the bed on her belly, and I felt my throat tighten as I gazed at her beautiful naked ass.
“Well, what do you want now?” she said into the pillow.
I told her I was sorry, and that I didn’t want to lose her, and that whatever she wanted was okay with me. I begged her to please forgive me. As I spoke I started to get a hard-on, but I didn’t know if it was from the way I was groveling or from the sight of her luscious ass. Or both.
After a moment Ruby rolled over and sat up in the bed. She had a quizzical expression on her face, as if she was having trouble making up her mind about something. Her eyes went to my erect member, sticking out of the top of my pants. Finally she took my hand and pulled me onto the bed beside her, pushing my shoulders down on the mattress. Then she swung one leg over my head, so that I was staring up into her pussy, still somewhat stretched by Zeke’s cock, and messy with the remains of his come.
“Now,” she said, “don’t think you’re going to get this lucky all the time.” And then she settled her pussy down on my face. I smelled its tangy fragrance. I felt its slickness, tasted its musty sourness, and I felt a surge of almost overwhelming lust. With a smothered cry, I greedily opened my mouth and stuck my tongue deep inside her. Ruby groaned and settled herself more heavily on me. I could hardly breathe, but I didn’t care. I tried to play with myself, but Ruby brushed my hands away. She was right. This was to be just for her. My tribute to her.
“You just concentrate on cleaning me out,” she said. “And later . . .”
“Later?” I asked in anticipation, my voice muffled underneath her.
“And later, you can clean the come stains out of the carpet,” she said.
I was in heaven.—G.L., Xenia, Ohio