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“Please, sir, make me your ass slut,” Mary asked demurely.

The words being used by my beautiful, but usually prim and proper wife surprised me almost as much as the request itself.  Even as my cock sprang to full attention, I found myself wondering at the changes we’d both made since that weekend six months ago.

Mary and I had taken our two sons to spend the weekend with my in-laws at their beach house.  The two boys, accompanied by Mary and her mother, had headed straight to the beach.  I stayed behind intending to pull out the laptop and get some work done.

Ted, my father-in-law, interrupted me.

“Steve,” he began, “I’m about to stick my nose in where you may think it doesn’t belong, but Mary’s my daughter and those boys are my grandsons.  Helen and I have talked and we both I must have looked surprised, because he held his hand up to stop me from speaking…

“Just hear me out,” he continued.  “I’m not implying anything, but things aren’t good between Mary and you right now.  There’s no use denying it because it’s easy to see.  I can even tell you what’s going on.  You both have demanding careers.  You’re both working to be good parents to the boys.  Neither of you ever has enough time for everything that needs to be done.  As a result, Mary’s becoming resentful because you never have time for her.  You’re becoming resentful because she’s never in the mood when you do want to spend time with her.  That’s the kind of situation that makes other options start to look appealing.”

“Does Mary think that I’m interested in someone else?” I blurted out.

“No,” my father-in-law reassured me, “but like I said, Helen and I see the warning signs.  We’ve seen it happen to friends.  Hell, it almost happened to us.  We don’t want it to happen to our daughter, our grandchildren or to you.  That’s why we’re going to help you fix the problem.”

“Go on,” I replied cautiously.

“Good,” he said with a smile, “the hardest part’s out of the way now.  We’re going to take the boys one weekend a month every month.  That will give Mary and you time for yourselves.  Your part of the bargain will be to spend that weekend having fun.  Go dancing. Go to the movie.  Stay home and have romantic evenings.  What you do is up to you, as long as you focus on each other.

“Oh yeah,” he went on pointing to my computer as he spoke, “no bringing home work; Just the two of you.  You’ve got a good marriage and a great family, Steve.  Isn’t that at least as important as getting the jump on a few spreadsheets?”

Ted had thrown me completely off balance.  Mary and I had been tiptoeing around the elephant in the room for months.  Tiptoeing wasn’t Ted’s style.  He simply pointed to the elephant and said here’s how to get rid of it.

“That sounds great Ted, but Mary has to agree as well,” I pointed out.

“She’ll agree.  Helen’s having the same talk with her right now.  She’s also inviting the boys to come stay with us again next weekend.  Work on your marriage, Steve.  You’re a good a son-in-law.  We don’t want to lose you.”

What a difference six months can make.  What a difference six weekends can make.  Mary and I hadn’t realized just how far apart we’d drifted or more importantly, just how much resentment had been building in each of us.  The first weekend started awkwardly but got much better.  During the subsequent weeks, we began rediscovering each other not to mention rediscovering our sex life.  We didn’t limit our time together to one weekend a month, but First Weekends as we now called them remained special.

Early in our marriage, sex had been free, spontaneous and on occasion, after watching The Story of O, bit kinky.  Children changed that.  Hot greasy sex in the living room, as we had learned the hard way, doesn’t work well once children learn to get out of bed on their own.  Now after almost ten years as parents, if only once a month, we had the house to ourselves.

It was First Weekend Friday and I was driving home with great anticipation.  Mary had called just after lunch to tell me that she had to work late.  She asked me to take the kids to Ted and Helen without waiting for her to get home first.

“Don’t worry,” she said sensing my disappointment.  “I’ll be home when you get there and I’ve got an idea for something really special.”

Load the kids up, an hour to Galveston, a short visit with Ted and Helen and an hour home; the drive seemed much longer than usual as I watched tail lights and wondered what Mary had up her sleeve.  First Weekends, had become our time to explore the limits of our desires.

 “Mary! I’m home!” I called, as I came in through the utility room.  There was no answer.  “Mary,” I called again, but still no answer.

The living room was dark, but light was coming from the kitchen.  Heading that direction, I stopped cold when I stepped through the door.  Mary, my beautiful, conservative, CPA wife standing with her back against the refrigerator and wearing nothing but a pair of silky boxers that rode low on her hips.  One arm was behind her back.  In the other, she held a drink.  I couldn’t help admiring her toned body and the way her tan set off her full creamy breasts and nut brown nipples.  Her slightly curly chestnut hair, which she usually wore up or pulled back in a ponytail, was loose and uncombed, as if she’d just come off the beach.

“Aren’t you going to finish coming in?” she asked with a mischievous smile.  “I made you a drink.  Had one myself while I was waiting for you.  Or,” she continued batting her eyes at me, “was it two?  I’m not sure.  This one is yours.”

“And what’s in your other hand?” I asked, taking the offered glass.

“Oh that,” she giggled.  “Silly me.”  Stepping to the side, she revealed the handcuffs that joined her wrist to the stainless steel refrigerator handle.  “I was checking out the handcuffs to make sure they work.  They do.  That’s why my hair’s still a mess.  The key’s over there on the table.  I can’t reach it from here.”

“I didn’t know that we had handcuffs,” I said.

“I’ve been using my lunch hours to do a little shopping.  These are real police issue with double locks.”

“And you bought them for…” I prompted.

She suddenly looked a bit embarrassed and uncertain.  “I hoped you might use them on me,” she said softly.

I smiled, thinking of the possibilities.  “How long have you been stuck there?” I asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she responded from behind half lidded eyes, a look that was starting to drive me crazy.  The promise in those eyes was, to use a cliché, stirring my loins.  “Maybe an hour.  Long enough to have a couple of drinks.  Luckily everything I needed to mix them is in reach.  Now, would you be a dear and get the key for me, after you’ve had a sip of your drink, of course.”

When we have a drink, it’s generally a glass of wine with dinner.  What Mary had handed me was a gin and tonic, without a whole lot of tonic.

“Good drink,” I commented wryly, “but before I do anything, you need to explain exactly why I should turn you loose.”  Taking another sip and then reaching out with the drink, I touched the cold wet glass to the tip of one of her already erect nipples chuckling as she drew back with a shiver.  “I mean after all, the current situation looks interesting.”

She bit her lip nervously and caught me by surprise with her next statement.  “You need to take me to the bedroom,” she said now looking me straight in the eye, “handcuff me to the bed and fuck me in the ass.”

 “There.  I’ve finally said it,” she added with a nervous laugh.  I’ve been thinking about it for a long time but I’ve kept chickening out.  I’m not going to chicken out tonight.”

Mary doesn’t curse or use obscenities.  She doesn’t talk dirty about or during sex and until that moment, she’d never shown the slightest interest in anal sex. I had two reactions.  The first was my already semi-aroused cock springing to full rock hard erection.  The second was concern.  I wanted to make sure that it wasn’t just the alcohol talking.  I didn’t want to start something that might end badly.  She read my mind.

“I’m not asking you because I’m half drunk,” she assured me.  I got half drunk so I wouldn’t chicken out and not ask you.  I wasn’t drunk when I started getting ready for you either.”

Drunk or not, she read my expression easily enough.

“I’m clean through and through, inside and out,” she said proudly, “and ready for anything you might want to do.  I even used one of those new bikini line thingies they show on TV,” she went on, “except I got carried away and there’s nothing left down there at all.  I’m bald as a cue ball.”  She giggled again.  “But it works just like they say on TV.  There’s no stubble at all.  Go ahead and feel.”

She was, just as she said, smooth and completely hairless; soft and silky.  She was also very, very wet.  Moaning, she spread her legs a bit as I slipped my hand into her loosely fitting shorts and began exploring the warm, welcoming inner folds.

“Oh, God, that feels good,” she murmured.  “Steve, please take me to bed now, please.” She whimpered.

“Take you to bed and what?” I asked.

“I told you,” she said again.  “Fuck me in the ass.  Hard,” she added for emphasis. “Make me your ass slut, please.”

“In good time, sweetheart; in good time – as soon as you tell me why.”  I was more than willing, but talking about it seemed to be turning her on, so of course, I continued to tease her and make her talk.

“Why what?” she asked, a needy whimper creeping into her voice.

Continuing to massage her clit, I moved in closer nuzzling her neck and whispering.  “Why, do you want to be my ass slut?  Why do you want it in your ass?  Don’t worry, baby.  I’m going to give you just what you want, but first, you’re going to have to tell me why.  Tell me why you want my hard dick in your tight ass.”

“Oh God,” she groaned as I slipped my finger beyond the clit and dipped into her hot liquid center. “Later, please?”

“Now, baby,” I demanded with a soft evil chuckle.  “You put yourself in this predicament.  It wouldn’t be fair for me not to take advantage of it.”

“Okay,” she gasped, “but let me catch my breath, please.”

I said nothing but relented somewhat, continuing to explore, but with a lighter touch.

Mary waited for me to say something.  After I’d remained silent for several seconds, she groaned and began talking.  “That movie we watched a few months ago; the one the blonde girl got sodomized by everyone she met; it disgusted me.  I nearly asked you to turn it off, but then I saw how turned on you were so I didn’t say anything.  A couple of nights later, I dreamed about being sodomized.  In my dream, I was frightened, but I really wanted it.  I woke up soaking wet.  That was the morning I woke you up at 3AM and jumped your bones.

“Then a few weeks ago, I went to the used bookstore by my office and found a copy of the The Story of O.  Remember when we saw the movie years ago?”

I was remembering the movie alright.  I also remembered Mary bringing the book home from the bookstore.  “Go on,” I told her.

She squeezed her thighs tightly around my still probing hand, swallowed and went on.  “In one of the first scenes, O’s dropped off at the Château de Roissy.  On her first night there, she’s blindfolded and taken to a room where men take turns sodomizing her.  Then she’s made to wear an anal plug round the clock.”  She paused and drew a breath as she squeezed her legs together again and tried to grind herself against my hand.

“Go on, Mary.  There’s more, isn’t there?  I can see it in your eyes.”

“Oh God,” she groaned.  “Isn’t that enough?  Can’t we talk later?”

“No,” I chuckled evilly.  “There’s more and you’re going to tell me.  We can stay here all night if you want.”

“Okay, but please, you’re driving me crazy with your fingers.”

“All night right here,” I threatened.

“Oh jeez!  Okay, okay,” she panted.  “I had another dream.  I was tied up in an old house.  You’d been there and left.  Before you went you made me talk dirty to you.  You told me that when you came back you were going to whip me and make me your ass slut.”

“And?” I encouraged her to continue.

“I don’t know,” she whined. “The alarm went off.  That was two days ago.  There wasn’t time to do anything before we had to get up.  I spent the whole day frustrated.”

My erection had made a tent of my slacks, my dick almost in pain as it struggled against the boxers and trousers imprisoning it.  I knew that I was going to have to take Mary to the bedroom soon, or risk exploding without even being touched.  Even so, I had to play the game out just a bit more.

Racking my brain, I tried to remember the movie’s storyline.  O was trained and given away to another master.  She was whipped and branded and at her master’s direction, she seduced another woman.  I couldn’t remember all the details.”

“Is that what you want, Mary?” I asked.  “Do you want to be O?”

“No!” she replied quickly.  “I don’t know.  It frightens me.  I could never; I would never do all the things that O did.”

“What frightens you, sweetheart?” I asked gently.

“I don’t want to be beaten,” she replied.  “Spanking might be fun, but not beaten the way she was.  I think I’d like to be tied up sometime to see what it’s really like, but I wouldn’t want to be branded or have my labia pierced.  And I don’t want to be shared.  You’d never ask me to do that, would you Steven?”

“No sweetheart,” I replied sincerely.  “But I one more time, I do want you to tell me exactly what you do want.”

Flushed, she began her reply, “I want to try anal sex…”

“No,” I cut her off firmly.  Stepping back I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face me.  “Ask the way you did before.  I like hearing you talk that way.”

“Steven,” she began looking in the eye.

“Stop right there,” I commanded beginning to remember the tone of the movie.  “You will call me Sir and you will not look at me without permission.  Start over.”

“Please, Sir,” she said demurely and looking at the floor, “make me your ass slut.  Please make me your O.  Please let me see what it really feels like to be helpless and have my ass filled with your hard cock.  I…” her voice trailed off.

“Go ahead, Mary,” I urged.  “In for a penny, in for a pound.  Just say it.”

“I don’t know,” she replied suddenly embarrassed.  “I was just thinking that if this turns out to be fun, we might, you know, not just this weekend…”  Her eyes were on the floor and she was blushing bright red as she finished.

“The book seems to have made quite an impression on you.  I may have to spend a bit of time reading this weekend.”

“Thank you, Steve, I mean, Sir,” she bubbled.

***

The sliver of light coming through the slightly open bathroom door dimly illuminated the bedroom.  The chain joining the handcuffs was looped around one of the heavy spindles in our wrought iron headboard.  Mary, wrists secured and arms extended over her head, lay face down on the bed, a pillow under her hips to raise and provide access to her firm delicious ass.

I spent a moment standing just looking as I massaged lube onto my rock hard cock.  I was turned on, eager and nervous as hell.  Turning fantasy into reality can be wonderful and exciting.  On the other hand, it can also go wrong and lead to hurt feelings and real resentment.

Looking down at Mary, I was turned on by the sight of my beautiful, helpless wife and almost overwhelmed by the trust she was placing in me.  As a last The Story of O touch, I had dug out an old airline sleep mask and used it to blindfold her.  She lay still as I climbed up on the bed, but shivered as I lightly ran my fingers down her spine. Lying down next to her, I kissed her shoulder and began to gently rub her back.

“Mary,” I began softly.  “We’re going to do this very slowly and carefully.  Do you remember the word for stop?”

She nodded.

“Say it,” I ordered, still speaking softly, but voicing it as a command.

“Red,” she whispered.

“Good girl,” I praised her. “Say red and no matter what I’m doing, I’ll stop right away and un-cuff you. Otherwise, no matter what you say, I’m going to do whatever I want.  If you understand and agree, tell me what you are tonight.”

“I’m your ass slut,” she responded, a dreamy tone in her voice.

“And,” I prodded.

“I’m your O.”

“Good girl,” I praised, stroking her hair as I spoke, “Now spread you legs for me.  I want to look at your ass before I fuck it.”

She hesitated, more from embarrassment than fear, but then drawing her knees up slightly she spread her legs wide exposing herself to my scrutiny.  Sitting up, I took another moment to admire the lines of her firm high ass cheeks and finely toned legs.

The cold of the lube startled her when I first touched the small dark rosebud nestled between her cheeks. Using the tip of my finger, I teased the bud into opening.  She caught her breath as my finger slipped into the first knuckle.  Gently, I pushed deeper pausing again at the next knuckle before sliding the rest of the finger in.  Working my finger slowly in and out, I was rewarded by a slight relaxation of the tightness.

Withdrawing my finger, I positioned myself between her spread legs and brought the tip of my rigid cock to the small passage.  Taking a deep breath to relax myself, I pushed and watched in fascination as my manhood began disappearing into Mary’s most private and intimate of spaces.

I stopped as she whimpered in pain and waited neither pushing deeper nor withdrawing.

“Are you okay sweetheart,” I asked concerned.  “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” she panted.  I could hear the strain in her voice.  “Keep going, please.”

Still unsure, I continued to hesitate until Mary shocked me with an outburst.

“Do it, God damn it!” she yelled.  “Are you a coward?  Fuck me.  Ram it in now, damn you!  Ram it in all the way!”

“Okay, slut,” I growled, “if that’s what you want,” I grabbed her hips as I spoke, “that’s what you’ll get!”

She screamed into the pillow as I rammed my dick hard and deep burying myself fully in the tight, hot nether opening.  Withdrawing almost all the way, I waited half expecting to hear her use her safe word or maybe just beg me to stop.  Instead, whimpering into the pillow as she did so, she arched her back and tried to push back against my dick to drive it back in again.

When I did thrust again, she groaned instead of screaming and ground her ass cheeks against my body.

Again she groaned, this time in frustration as I fully withdrew.

“Please don’t stop,” she began only to be cut off as I roughly pulled her body towards the foot of the bed.  Her arms now fully and tautly extended over her head.  She yelped in surprise when I slapped her butt.  Even in the dim light, I could see the imprint of my hand on the delicate white skin of her un-tanned bottom.

“Ass sluts don’t give orders!” I slapped her ass again. “Ass sluts don’t curse without their Master’s permission.”  Twice more I smacked her bottom leaving a red hand print each time.  “And most of all,” I said quietly and coldly, “ass sluts don’t call their Masters cowards unless they really, really want to be punished.  Get your knees drawn up and spread now!  I want to see that ass in the air!”

“Yes, yes sir,” she responded drawing her legs up as I continued to hold her hips.”

“Now, tell me what you are,” I ordered gruffly.

“I’m your ass slut,” she answered in a throaty voice.

“What’s your name?” I demanded.

“O,” she replied, obviously reading my mind with ease.

“What does O stand for?” I demanded.

She didn’t answer, so I slapped her butt again raising another red splotch.  Rubbing my hand across the assaulted cheek, I marveled at the heat radiating from the reddened skin.  Another smack emphasized my growing impatience.  “Well?” I demanded.  “For your own good, you better come up with an answer because otherwise,” I paused long enough to deliver another hard swat, “I can continue to do this all night.  It’s really up to you.”

“Orifice!” she gasped.  “My name is Orifice!”

I’d asked what I thought was an unanswerable question just to provide an excuse to continue the spanking, but her answer was as perfect as it was unexpected.  “What does that mean?” I demanded somehow managing to maintain my stern tone.

“It means that I’m here to serve you and all of my orifices are yours to use any way you want.

That was all the invitation I needed.  There was much less resistance when I entered her again although she still screamed as I rammed balls deep in one thrust.  Not relenting, I continued to pound her bottom.  As I felt myself building towards ejaculation, I reached my hand under her to stroke the now engorged bud that stood proud on my wife’s smoothly shaven pubes.

Her voice took on a low throaty quality I’d never heard.  Groaning and crying inarticulately, she came, her sphincter contracting in rhythmic spasms as orgasm washed over her.  That was all it took to send me over the edge as I rammed over and over again, filling her with hot seed and slowly driving her knees out from under her until she lay flat on the bed, too exhausted to move.

Sometime later, I rolled off of my now totally limp wife and staggered to the bathroom to clean up.  Taking pity on my helpless captive, I returned with a hot washcloth and towel.  Relaxed and half asleep, she cooed softly as I ministered to her.

“It’s okay,” she mumbled as I unlocked one of her cuffs. “I can stay like this for a while.”

“Of course you can,” I replied rolling her to her back and re-securing her to the headboard.  I drifted off to sleep as Mary lay there next to me, still cuffed.  Still blindfolded.

***

“Steve, wake up.”  Mary’s voice seemed to come from far away.

“Steve, please wake up.”  She repeated finally rousing me.

“Okay, I’m awake,” I half lied.  “What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, “I’m blindfolded.  Unlock the cuffs, please.  I’ve got to go.”

Now awake, I retrieved the key and unlocked one cuff just long enough to pull it free of the headboard spindle.  Moving quickly I rolled her over and re-cuffed her arms behind her back.

“Steve!” she protested.  “Please, I’ve got to go.”

“And you can,” I told her, “Once you suck me.”

“I don’t think I can hold it that long,” she whined, “and I can’t see.  I don’t even know where you are.”

“You better hold it, ass slut,” I growled.  “If you make a mess, I won’t be happy.  Now, are you going to keep whining or are you going to do what you need to do?”

Without the use of her hands, it was awkward for her, but wriggling down, she found my once again hard and eager cock.  I love Mary’s blowjobs.  She starts slowly and softly, takes her time and makes the pleasure go on and on – usually.  Right then, desperate, she attacked me sucking hard and fast, plunging up and down.  I felt hot pressure building as she jacked me off with her mouth and all too soon, I erupted.  Slurping and swallowing with abandon, she drank me dry not relenting until I slipped flaccid from her lips.

“Please, Steve,” she begged a moment later.

“What?” I asked.

“Sir,” she corrected herself.  “Please sir.”

Taking pity I helped her up and led her, still cuffed and blindfolded, to the bathroom where I sat her on the toilet.

“You’re still in here, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yes.”

Unable to contain herself any longer and blushing crimson because she knew that I was there watching, she surrendered to the inevitable relieving herself in a long strong stream.  She was even more embarrassed when I helped her with the final chore, but was completely docile as I helped her from toilet and led her back to bed.

Once in bed again, I did relent, releasing her wrists and removing the blindfold.  Awake, we laid together talking about the evening.  “Thank you, darling,” she said.  “That was as wonderful as it was intense.”

 “Does that mean that you’re ready for Roissy?” I asked her.

“Maybe,” she replied tentatively, “but only as long as you and I are the only people there, okay?”

“Deal,” I replied.  “Maybe we need to go buy an anal plug tomorrow.  O was required to wear her anal plug remember?”

“Um, okay,” she replied hesitantly.

“Backtracking already?” I asked.

“No, it’s not that,” she quickly replied.  “It’s just that handcuffs weren’t the only thing I bought this week.  Why don’t you look in the nightstand drawer?”

Rolling over, I opened the drawer to find a rather intimidating anal plug still sealed in its plastic case.  Four inches long and over two inched in diameter at its widest point, I wondered what it would feel like to have something that large pushed past something as tight as a sphincter.  Grinning, I realized that in just a few moments, Mary would be able to tell me.

Getting up, I went to the dresser, found my pocket knife and cut the plug free of its packaging.  Turning back to the bed, I found Mary, shoulders and knees on the mattress and ass in the air, hands spreading her cheeks to provide easy access to her still tight rear opening.

Even with lube, inserting the plug was slow going with Mary breathing deeply and moaning through the entire process.  Just as I was beginning think that the plug wouldn’t fit without really hurting her, it slipped in seating itself deep in her bowels.  Nothing but the flesh toned safety flange remained visible.

“By the way,” I mentioned casually, now that the deed was done, “round the clock doesn’t mean just until morning.  It’s going to stay there the rest of the weekend except when I take it out to ass fuck you.  Understand?”

Mary nodded meekly.

“Now,” I said stifling a yawn, “it’s almost 4 am.  Let’s get some sleep.”

Sometime later, “Steve—”

Half asleep and fully contented as I spooned my wife’s nude body, it took a few seconds to wake enough to respond.  “What’s wrong sweetheart?” I mumbled.

“Nothing,” she replied in the darkness.  “I was just wondering, would you really use a cane on me and make me pierce my labia?”

“No, sweetheart,” I replied, with a sleepy chuckle, “I like your labia just the way they are.  Besides,” I added, “you’re more a nipple ring sort of girl.  We’ll find a shop tomorrow.”

Mary was suddenly very still and very quiet.

Idly brushing her clit with my finger, I drifted into a deep satisfied sleep.