Wife Enjoys Husband's Lust

My name is Steph. I'm 5' 7" with long well shaped legs. My body is not spectacular but I think it's above average for a 38 year old. I have a slim build and relatively large chest so many men seem to focus on my tits. I've been with my husband Luke for 15 years and married for 12. We haven't had any children.

Luke's always been obsessed with my breasts. Depending on the brand I wear a 34C or 34D bra and as I said most of my body is slight so I'm used to having my tits stared at. I complain that it's hard to buy clothes to fit my figure since if something fits me in the chest it's too big in the waist and if it fits my waist it's tight on top. Luke kids me that all women would love my problem; he loves my breasts. That works for me as I enjoy his lust.

While Luke is certainly partial to my tits he pays a lot of attention to my legs and ass as well. Together we have enjoyed a good and varied sex life. Recently we've developed a mutual interest in anal- having experimented over the past two months.

Perhaps I should clarify my reference to anal means my ass and his cock. I've never even thought of pegging him and am quite sure he wouldn't be interested. Assuming the dominant role with an artificial cock doesn't appeal to me either. Most of our sex is still vaginal and oral but we have each enjoyed our new exploration of my ass more than half a dozen times.

One aspect of my pleasure from this new attention to my ass is my new awareness that I have a very nice ass. With our interest in anal I've paid more attention to my ass, hips and thighs- checking them out in the mirror and choosing my clothes with a little more care about their fit on my ass. As an offshoot I've become much more aware that men routinely stare at my legs and ass and seem pleased by what they see. I had thought it was only my chest that was sexually appealing so I now have a better self- image.

I'm sure some feminists will find the above statement offensive but I stand by it. There's nothing wrong with wanting to look good and to be sexually attractive. I now realize my body is nice to look at in multiple ways. I'm not just a skinny girl with big tits which is how I thought of myself for a long time.

Before our first try with anal I had been very nervous since Luke's cock is quite thick. He went slowly and used lots of lube so the pain was very manageable. It didn't take me long to appreciate how good the sex act felt with his cock in my ass. I was getting stimulated from a lot of nerves I never knew I had. Now that I'm more relaxed and he's gotten better at playing with my clit during the act my orgasms are even better.

Before focusing on our most recent anal adventure I should give you a better sense of our sex life. We both enjoy sex and since there are no children in the house we always have privacy which in turn encourages lots of sex.

One unusual aspect of our overall sex life is that my husband frequently leaves notes for me. These are usually left in our kitchen for me to find after he's left for work. They might describe a sexual fantasy he has or a mood for that evening or the upcoming weekend that he'd like me to consider.

The notes are sometimes just non-sexual one phrase love notes or requested lingerie for a planned dinner or other event. Some are much longer and propose rather involved scenarios. Some include blatant sexual proposals. More often than not he gets what he asks for since the notes generally turn me on.

While I wouldn't say we have a Dom-sub relationship I do generally let him lead. I guess you could describe me as sexually submissive. I like his imagination and lust for my body. Surrendering to him leaves me free to enjoy with no responsibility.

Last weekend, for example, he left me a note on Friday morning which said,

"Let's go to Larry's [a local restaurant & bar] for dinner tonight. By the way, they have a new dress code that requires the women to wear skirts and tight tops. I'm sure you'll look great. I'll pick you up at work at 6PM."

I read the note as I was getting ready for work- shaking my head at my husband's one tracked mind. He always likes me to dress as he outlined- he'd have me in a skirt and tight stretchy top all of the time. He'd love the top to show lots of cleavage but knows enough not to ask for that in day to day settings.

I decided to dress as he asked on Friday but had to plan my outfit to include a jacket for my day in the office. I needed to change the bra I'd chosen to one with seamless cups so that the seams wouldn't ruin the look of the top. I had two bras that could work- one was sold as a tee shirt bra. It had somewhat thick formed cups. The other one was unlined and quite sheer. When I looked in my lingerie drawer I found a note where the one bra had been. It read, "Sheer is better." A quick search of the drawer revealed that Luke must have taken the conservative bra.

With the thin fabric of the sheer bra I knew my nipples would subtly tent out the tight top even when they were relaxed. If erect the bumps would be very prominent- a look I always seek to avoid. The jacket would cover this problem in the office but taking off the jacket in the tavern would put me on display. I knew removing the jacket was on Luke's agenda- probably as soon as we were there.

I shook my head and muttered something to myself about my husband's tit and nipple obsession but picked up the sheer bra and nestled my large breasts in place. The bra cradled my breasts and gave them just enough support to be comfortable. From past experience I knew they'd bounce and shimmy much more than I'd like and my nipples would definitely create bumps in my top. I'd be embarrassed but could live with it.

During that business day I was frequently reminded of my sheer bra. I could feel my tits bounce as I walked. My jacket rubbed against the bra to arouse my nipples. It was very distracting but a pleasant reminder of my sexy husband and how he would enjoy my nipples later. I could visualize him staring at my chest throughout dinner and then ravishing my tits when we returned home.

The evening went exactly as I thought it would. As we arrived at our table Luke reached out to help me remove my jacket. I gave him an exaggerated frown but let him take it off.

Even though the lighting in the tavern was low Luke was able to see the tents created by my hard nipples and stared at them almost constantly during dinner. I pushed my chest out a few times to taunt him but at other times was frustrated when I was saying something serious and he wasn't looking at my face. On a couple of occasions I sarcastically reminded him that staring at my tits was poor male behavior. He'd lift his eyes for a while but frequently revert to his piggish ways. I didn't really mind but it would have been nice if he were more of a gentleman.

Needless to say back at home his hands were all over my chest as soon as we closed the front door. I thought he was going to damage my top as his mouth tried to suck on my nipples through the top and bra. I pushed him away and pulled my top off to protect it. My areolae and nipples were visible through the sheer bra which was a further turn on for him. Indirectly it was also exciting for me as I basked in his lust for my tits.

My nipples were fully erect making large bumps in the bra and demanding his attention. His mouth enveloped first one and then the other one. I could feel his tongue exploring each nipple through the thin bra. His saliva made the nipple areas wet and almost fully transparent. My nipples are sensitive so the indirect contact was more than enough stimulation to get me quite excited.

Soon he wanted my tits bare. He peeled the bra off pushing it down but not taking the time to fully remove it. In seconds his tongue was back at my left nipple- wrestling with the stiff naked nub.

His left hand caressed my right breast-fondling and weighing it as if he'd never touched it before. He was acting like a crazed 18 year old. After a half minute his mouth and hand switched sides and repeated their explorations. I pushed my chest out to welcome him.

As always I loved feeling his mouth on my naked tits. His obsession with them made me feel like the sexiest woman alive. My nipples sent strong impulses to my sexual core and gradually brought my arousal up to the edge of orgasm. Realizing how excited I was Luke brought me over the edge by cupping my Mound through my skirt and allowing me to grind against it while continuing his nipple play.

With just a moment of this my breathing got deep and my body tensed. I hung on the tantalizing edge of climax for a few seconds and then the dam burst. My whole body froze as my orgasm overwhelmed me. Spasms raked my body as my climax resolved. Being a good lover Luke allowed me to enjoy my release- holding himself off from assaulting my tits any more.

After my climax Luke removed the rest of my clothes and guided me to our bed. I spread my legs wide and held my pussy lips open with my fingertips saying, "Is this what you want now?" He didn't need to say anything. He just moved between my thighs and fucked me hard. It wasn't romantic but we both enjoyed his lustful plowing of my wet pussy.

That example describes a common weekend evening for us- all triggered by Luke's early morning note. Obviously we don't do this every weekend but Luke is a prolific note writer with a strong sex drive so frequently his notes set up sexual experiences for us and I usually respond positively.

From time to time when Luke really wants to take charge he gives me a more dominant note with clear instructions rather than suggestions or requests. He has special note paper that's embossed with just his initial, "L", and he signs the note with just his initial. As soon as I see the stationery I know he's in his Dom persona and that the note's content is going to give me bold directions.

I can reject his outlined scenario if I wish but it's understood that if I accept his proposal my role has been defined and does not call for discussion or objection. On those occasions I'm Luke's submissive or as we sometimes characterize it, his sex slave. It's not required but we've fallen into the habit that I accept or refuse his plan with a text after reading his note. This let's each of us enjoy hours of anticipation.

Yesterday I found the following "L" note on the kitchen table:

In the late afternoon take off your clothes. You'll wear nothing from then on except shoes. Use one of the Fleet enemas, take a bath and apply our favorite perfume liberally. Put your hair up. At 5:30 you should lubricate your ass thoroughly with K-Y jelly. Spread a double layer of towels on the central kitchen island for your comfort. When I arrive home at 6PM I'll expect you to be naked except for a blindfold and your highest black heels, bent over the island with your arms out ahead of you. Use the towels as a cushion for your shoulders but rest your tits directly on the marble. Your arms are to stay in the extended position as if bound until I release them.

All my love,

L

That morning I sent him a text that simply said, "Yes, sir."

I thought of the note frequently throughout my day. The direction to clean and lubricate my ass made Luke's sexual target clear. I found the image of being ass fucked in our suburban kitchen with no foreplay very kinky and exciting. I made sure I knew where the required supplies were and moved them to where I'd need them.

The kitchen is on the back of our home and our back yard is pretty private. Nonetheless, I was nervous about the risk of being seen. I checked out whether any neighbors could see the island in our kitchen and thought about whether any meter readers or service people might be coming that day. I also checked out the path I'd take to walk from our bathroom to the kitchen since I'd be naked.

I decided the neighbors were too far away to really see anything scandalous. If they looked very carefully they'd probably suspect I was naked and that we were having sex in the kitchen but there would be no reason for them to focus so intently on our kitchen window so we were pretty safe. No one had any reason to be in our yard. All in all I felt safe. I don't know what I would have done if I wasn't confident there would be privacy.

At about 4:30 I used the enema and then took a leisurely bath. Even though it hadn't been specified I shaved the two day stubble that was present in my intimate areas. I did my hair and perfume as I'd been instructed. I then killed some time watching the clock. I sat naked at my vanity fiddling with my 4" heels and thinking about what Luke had planned- all of which put me in a truly sexy mood.

At 5:30 I donned my high heels and went to the kitchen. Walking down the stairs with my tits bouncing freely was a new experience that was surprisingly erotic. I pushed out my chest as I walked- feeling like a porn star. Pausing at the foot of the staircase I imagined recreating that scene as a surprise for Luke. I'd have him sit on the couch in our living room and descend the stairs wearing just my heels. He'd love it. After my 15 seconds of daydreaming my mind returned to the present and I made my way to the kitchen.

I spread out my towel and realized I didn't need a full half hour for doing the lubrication. I delayed for a few minutes- straightening meaningless things in the kitchen. Being naked except for the heels continued to be a new an erotic experience- it seemed particularly odd but hot to be strutting about in the late afternoon all alone in my house.

From the beginning I had decided to do the lube in the kitchen for fear of its leaking out as I walked through carpeted rooms. Finally after putting the lubrication off as long as I could I felt it was time. I balanced with one leg on a chair and reached between my legs with my middle finger- which I knew was the longest, full of lube.

Obviously, lubricating one's own ass at your husband's direction is not something a conservative woman does very often- especially not in her kitchen. In the past this had been Luke's job and it had been done when both of us were excited and frequently a little drunk. I knew I could do it but as my finger neared its destination I almost chickened out. I'd never had my finger in my ass and didn't know what it would feel like. Would it be so tight that I'd have to force my finger in? Would it hurt?

I paused and then-tentatively touched just the outside of my anus. The lube felt cold but teasingly good on my sensitive flesh. I toyed a bit with the muscular opening- then gathered up my courage and pushed. I found my finger entering with surprising ease. It felt weird but good. Before I knew it my finger was buried as far as it could go. I breathed a sigh of relief and twisted my finger around in a half turn. I laughed to myself at the lame joke that I'd just given myself the finger.

To be thorough I reloaded my finger with the jelly and repeated the application twice- making an extra effort to smear the lube all around my tunnel. I have to say doing the lube as directed got me truly hot. It was an obscene act being done to please Luke and in the expectation that he'd some be using my ass.

I seized on that thought- he'd be 'using my ass.' There was something very arousing about that. My most private area was to be used as his pleasure sleeve and receptacle for his cum. I'd just prepared my ass for him so he could use me. Psychologically the task had established my submissive mood for the evening perfectly.

When I was done I wiped off my finger using the tissues kept in an antique dispenser we kept on the counter. My lewd actions seemed at odds with the classy box that had been my grandmother's. I was a horny pervert.

Checking the clock- there was still time to kill. I stood in all of my nakedness and stared out the window at some birds and a rabbit. Without thinking too deeply I decided I should better assume my role. I straightened my posture, moved my legs apart and clasped my hands behind my back as I looked out the window. It seemed appropriate.

A minute or two before six I moved to the island, pulled the blindfold over my eyes and assumed the directed position on the countertop. I gasped as my tits touched the cold marble. Luke had specifically told me to put my breasts there- knowing how hard and cold it would be. I wasn't sure if I should be angry or acknowledge that my pussy moistened as my nipples translated the cold into the sexy submissive mood he'd intended. I lifted my upper body a little and rubbed my tits lightly back and forth on the cool marble- feeling all the more perverted. After a few seconds I realigned myself and lowered my tits back onto the unyielding surface.

I took a few deep breaths and tried to settle into my role as my husband's sex slave. I focused on my extended arms and imagined my wrists were bound to an invisible ring on the opposite side of the island. Resolving not to move my arms no matter what happened I felt quite helpless and aroused as I waited.

Naked except for my fuck-me heels, I could feel the tautness of the muscles in my thighs due to my position. I knew my legs must look incredibly long with my ass seemingly a part of them. Overall, the position left my ass not only exposed but blatantly displayed- almost as an invitation to anyone behind me to step up and fuck me. I blushed at the excitement I felt in that thought.

I should confess that I've read my share of BDSM porn and seen a few movies. I couldn't help but think my bent over position was perfect for public exhibition of a slave in a story like "Story of O". The late day sun light flooding the kitchen seemed like a stage lighting on my body. I visualized myself in a private sex club far away from my kitchen. I was there to learn obedience and give sexual pleasure.

I imagined my ass being viewed, assessed and touched by faceless guests. As I envisioned it there were perhaps 10 men in tuxes enjoying fine wine and wandering through the room. I imagined them studying my stretched legs and well-shaped ass and hips.

Seeing me wouldn't be shocking to the men; I'd just be another naked sex slave to them but I took pride in my body and hoped that it pleased those that passed. With my ass fully lubricated as it was a guest could finger it at will and I'd be expected to passively accept both the physical penetration and the mental violation.

Those thoughts caused a shiver to run through me and I could feel my pussy getting wetter. Ironically, at first I wasn't sure if my body was reacting with fear or sexual arousal to having one or more strangers' probing my ass. The realization that it was lust caused me to blush even more.

As I envisioned myself on display as a slave I was proud of my legs and ass as they must look to the guests. I'd be popular. The only negative was that inherent in being a slave I wouldn't be permitted to show my enjoyment in having my ass explored. A good sex slave is supposed to passively accept whatever attention is paid to her. Her personal pleasure is of no significance and must not detract from the guest's pleasure. I was a little too selfish to fully embrace that.

I waited for what seemed like a very long time. Finally, I heard the front door open followed by what I surmised was the sound of clothes being removed in the living room and then steps drawing nearer. My mind returned to reality; I was in my kitchen- all prepared for my husband as he'd directed.

A few seconds later a large man's hand rubbed my ass- first one cheek and then the other. A second hand joined the first and together they ran up the sides of my body to where my tits bulged out as they were flattened against the countertop. His hands stayed planted against the sides of my breasts for several seconds. They slowly fondled the exposed bulges of each breast and then retraced their respective paths down to my ass.