A Week of Control - Sex Stories

A Week of Control

... room, “is that we have to get you changed into something a little more comfortable,” I finish whispering to her. I give her a slight kiss on the ear before letting go of her and walking out of the room without her. I shut the door on my out and head towards the living room. While I’m there I shut the curtains so one can see what is going on from the outside. Not that my wife particularly cared too much, but it was still early in the day. After I shut the curtains I settle down onto the sofa and wait for my wife to emerge from the room. I hear the door open and shut and I can’t help but to feel a tinge of excitement start to build up. That is until I hear another door open and shut. I knew it was the bathroom door and I knew that she went in trying to “add” to her appearance with some make-up. I don’t particularly like make-up, and I definitely didn’t want her wearing it today. I stood up off the sofa and walked towards the bathroom and opened the door. And just I had suspected she was looking into the mirror putting on some eyeliner. I grab a hold of her hand to stop her and she looks at me. “What,” she asks me. “Take it off, baby,” I whisper back to her. I grab the eyeliner and put it on the table while handing her a rag. I slide myself up against the edge of the counter in the bathroom and watch her slowly clean the makeup of her face. For the first time I get to look at her in the outfit that I had picked out. It was a dark red dress with almost no back to it. The front ...

... was low cut and revealed more than it covered of her breasts. And with DD breasts this meant it showed quite a bit. It was a short dress as well only extending several inches past her waist. Short enough that if she bent over it would reveal everything underneath. Short enough that if she sat down on a chair without crossing her legs it would reveal everything as well. She finished taking off her makeup and I grabbed a hold of her hand and walked her out towards the living room. I sat her down on the sofa and spread her legs a little. I knew what she was thinking. That this was going to lead to some foreplay and then sex. And in one sense she was right. I grabbed the vibrator I had hidden from under the sofa and turned it out. It started to hum in my hands. It was about three inches long and about the width of a broom handle. Its vibrations were strong so I knew that my wife wouldn’t be able to ignore them. I reached up under the little bit of dress that was there and slid the vibrator inside her. I heard her let out a little gasp of pleasure. I slid it all the way up inside her; I pushed it in as far as it would go with my finger. When I felt it hit the back wall of her pussy I slowly pulled my hand out but left the vibrator in her. “Don’t push it out,” I commanded her. “I’ll do my best baby,” she moaned back at me. Next I grabbed the pair of panties that I had stored next to the vibrator under the sofa. These weren’t lacy panties or anything designed to look super sexy. These ...