This Is What You Asked For, Wasn’t It?
We were still lying in bed after a marathon love-making session. My wife had been nuzzling my neck and playing with my d**k for about twenty minutes and I had started to get hard again. I wondered if she was still horny and wanted another go.
“Bill,” she said quietly, “do you still think about those things you asked me to do to you?”
“What things, Mary?” I asked knowing full well what she was talking about.
“Like, forcing you to do things,” she said.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“So, the thought of me taking control still excites you?” she asked.
By now my d**k was hard as a rock and I stammered, “Oh god, y… yes.”
“I’ve been thinking,” she said. “Our love life is good but…”
“But what?” I asked.
“I thought maybe we could do some of the things you aske
