My Hidden Life Exposed

A Special Evening - Part 3

As we continued to watch the movie, occassionally I would reach over and stroke his shaft slightly, tenderly. I slid down the bed slightly and laid my head on his hip, my nose and mouth just inches from his cock. I've noticed lately when we have these marathon sex sessions, his cock really doesn't shrink between rounds, and a large vein becomes noticable.

I trace my finger down this vein. I paid less attention to the movie and began thinking to myself, how much I wished I would have told my husband, about my need to be dominated, much earlier in our marriage. If I had found the nerve to tell him earlier, when we were younger, I thought of the fun we could have had. The pangs of guilt for hiding something like this from my husband for so long hit me.

Why didn't I tell him? Why didn't I... It was a question that I needed to find the answer to, and an answer I needed to share with him. I searched every corner of my mind, my heart raced slightly feeling anxious because I could not find the answer. Then I realized it was because, deep down inside I was ashamed of what I felt, and afraid he would look down on me. Twenty years ago, to be like this, to want to be sexually submissive, be told what to wear and when to wear it, how to talk, to call your dominant a dominant, Daddy or Master, was definitely looked at as kinky. If not perverted and strange. I didn't want my husband to think I was some kind of sexual deviant.I would call him Daddy at times while in the throws of passion, while he fucking me like crazy, but I never really told him why. He's always been such a good guy to me. He's a great father to our two kids. Why didn't I just get over my own hang ups and tell him what I needed. More importantly why did I screw up and talk to "him" instead of talking to my husband about my feelings.

Yet these last few months, he seems to have really taken to the role. Maybe deep inside of him was the need to be a dominant. If I had told him earlier in our marriage, maybe he wouldn't have looked down on me, like I was strange. Like he keeps reminding me, what is in the past is in the past. I can't change it. I just realized now though, I can help to shape the future, our future. I'm determined more than ever to be the best submissive I can be to my husband. I need to share with him what I talked about with "him". I need to tell my husband of my past exploits, if anything not only to be honest with him, but maybe even inspire him to try other things.

I then realized the movie had ended, and the credits were starting to scroll. He picked up the remote and left this movie, to go find the second movie. "How about some of that ice cream," he says.

"mmm, sounds good" I reply.

We head into the kitchen to get the ice cream and respective toppings.

"So where are we going to eat at?", he asks?

"I'll grab a few extra towels we can cover the bed with," I say.

I grab the ones on deck that we didn't use, and head to the closet in the hallway to grab a few more.

I start spreading them out on the bed, leaning over the bed, when suddenly a tender SMACK! comes out of nowhere and lands on my left ass cheek. Before I could react, my right cheek is grabbed and squeezed. "I love that ass!" he exclaims.

I stand up and spin around to find him behind me, "I love yours too big guy!" I quickly reply back while reaching around giving his left cheek a good squeeze.

I continued spreading the towels out until every inch of the bed was covered and there was a least a layer of 4 towels everywhere. I hopped up onto the bed, and took a few of the items from my husband and put them on my nightstand. He did the same as well as placing a few things on the headboard.

"I'll be right back," he said and walked out of the room.

He came back shortly after holding a soup mug with a jar top sticking out. "Warm fudge!" he said with a big smile on his face, "I microwaved some water to keep it warm, it's not really hot, but it's warm enough to drizzle," he said.