My wife Omolara and I have been happily married for almost eight years now. We met while in university together and have been inseparable ever since. Upon graduating, we were quickly married and began our respective careers.
If I had to describe my wife, I would say she is a petite woman measuring only 5’3″ tall, but has a very curvaceous body. Her breasts are a C cup in size with nipples that stand out almost half an inch when erect and her ass can only be described as perfect, with curves in all the right places. She has the most beautiful eyes.
For myself, my name is Hakeem and I stand just over 6′ tall and have an athletic build from years of playing football and weightlifting. I’ve tried to keep myself in shape and, like my wife, am also very attractive. The vast difference in our height, have often made us a striking couple.
Soon after graduation our careers began to take off. We each worked in management for different banks, but always somehow managed to coordinate the two careers whenever issues of promotions or transfers came up. As the two banks we worked for had branch offices in most of the major cities in the country, this was never an issue.
If one were to get a promotion that required the movement to another city, the other was able to get a transfer through their own company so that we were able to stay together.
We were happy together and our sex life was good. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary though. I had hinted to my wife off and on throughout the years of the games of control I like to play, but I think she was always frightened of the prospect of losing control.
From the first day I met her, she impressed me as being a very independent and strong willed woman capable of surviving on her own. The idea of relinquishing control to someone else, even just for a ‘game’, was terrifying for her. For this reason, I never pushed, but instead chose to write sex stories as my outlet for my deviant thoughts. My wife knew of these stories I wrote, but never commented on them.
It was only recently that things had begun to change for us. We had just settled in to our new place after a recent move, as a result of a promotion I had accepted. Quite unexpectedly, my wife, soon after starting her new job, was also offered a promotion, but to yet another city. Here is where we ran into our first trouble.
Where I had just accepted a promotion with my work, they were not willing to entertain a transfer so soon after. They indicated that they would reconsider the matter in a year’s time. My wife, however, desperately wanted to take the job, as it was a higher management position, something she had aspired after ever since graduating from university.
We weighed the pros and cons of the offer, and after securing an agreement from my work that they will transfer me after one year in my current position, we decided to accept the offer. Things happened quickly from that point on. We found a apartment for my wife. It was an older bungalow home that had been divided into two apartments.
The main floor was being rented out by a couple of young people while the other flat was being rented by my wife. It was difficult at first to be away from each other, as we had been practically joined at the hip since meeting nine years ago. We agreed that every second weekend, my wife would fly home, which meant we only had two weekends a month to spend with each other.
In the beginning, each time Omolara came home we would have crazy sex the first night and into the next day, but it was always the normal stuff. Then Sunday would roll around and with tears in her eyes, she would board her plane and head back for another 2 weeks of work. The evenings in between would be spent on the phone recapping the day for each of us and planning what we were going to do the next time we were together.
It was after doing this for several months that things began to change for my wife. I don’t know if it was the stress of her new job, as she was now supervising a large group of people, or just simply the separation, but I could tell something was off the moment she stepped off the plane. Where usually she’s quite excited about seeing me and is talking non-stop about the flight or her work, this time she was quiet and reserved – almost contemplative. And this is where our real story begins.
“Is something bothering you Omolara?” I asked, evident that she was ‘off’ tonight.
She mumbled a quick response, “no, everything’s fine. I’m just thinking about things.”
I didn’t press her for more information for the rest of the drive home as I figured she would tell me what’s on her mind when she was ready.
Once we were home, instead of falling into bed and having passionate sex like we normally do, she instead asked, “look Hakeem, I’m not feeling well tonight, do you mind if we watch a movie instead?”
While I was disappointed we weren’t going to be having sex right away, I figured there was no harm in waiting for a bit. “No problem baby. What movie do you want to watch?” I asked.
After deciding on a movie, and getting some snacks, we settled in to watch a action movie for the night. We didn’t have sex that evening and instead went to bed after having only exchanged a quick kiss.
Well, you can imagine my surprise when I awoke mid-morning the next day and found my wife kneeling naked on the bed looking at me.
As I cleared the sleep from my eyes I took the opportunity to admire her body as it was still firm and curvaceous in all the right places and could bring me to instant erection every time. It was with considerable shock that I saw what Omolara had done to her pussy. She had always kept her pubic hair trimmed, but had resisted my efforts, till now, to shave it entirely.
It was with my mouth hanging open, staring at her newly shaved pussy, that my wife finally broke the silence and asked, “do you like what I’ve done to my pussy for you?” She then spread her knees further apart, opening her pussy further for me.
“Mmm…I like what I see very much.” My cock was now hard as a rock and I began to absently rub it underneath the sheet.
Seeing the movement, Omolara reached forward and began slowing pulling down the sheet until my hard-on was fully exposed. “It looks like your cock is enjoying the view too,” she moaned.
I was now fully awake and quickly realizing that something was very different with my wife today. Like I said, we had a good sex life, but it was just the vanilla stuff, and Omolara has never been one to talk dirty before. Now all of a sudden she was talking about my cock and her pussy like she was a sex kitten.
Suddenly her expression changed and she almost looked frightened or nervous. Her eyes couldn’t meet mine anymore and she began to fidget. “Hakeem…could you…ummm…sit up please?” she asked meekly.
Deciding it was best to play along and see where this was going, I sat up in bed with my back against the wall. After only a slight pause, Omolara surprised me once again by practically throwing herself across my lap.
“Please spank me, Hakeem. I’ve been a bad girl and deserve to be punished. I didn’t please you last night like I should have.” When she saw I wasn’t moving, she continued, “spank me, Hakeem! Spank my ass! Teach me a lesson for not being a good wife.” She was practically pleading with me and I was almost convinced that it wasn’t an act.
Not wanting to look ungrateful, I decided to play along. “Very well Omolara. You’ve been a naughty girl and are going to be punished now.” And with that, I brought my right hand down on her right ass cheek with a resounding SMACK. I marvelled at how the flesh moved under my hand and how quickly the skin began to redden.
Omolara has always had very fair skin, so it’s never taken very much for it to change colour. After only a slight pause I then repeated the process to her left cheek. I wasn’t going very hard as I wasn’t sure how serious Omolara was about all of this.
When she didn’t protest, I began a steady rhythm covering every inch of her ass. As it darkened under my blows I began to put a little more force into them. Feeling this, she began to push back against my hand and grunted, “yes, that’s it. Spank my ass hard. I’ve been bad and you need to teach me a lesson.
Needing no further encouragement, I laid into her ass as hard and as quickly as I could. She was thrusting back into my blows, screaming and yelling like a bitch in heat. By the time her ass was a dark red colour, she was both panting and moaning and began to beg for mercy.
Craning her head around to look up at me she begged, “mercy Sir. Please no more. Let me show you I’ve learned my lesson and let me please you.” By this point, I was too far gone to care whether this was just an act or if she was serious. She sure seemed serious to me.
Seeing that I had stopped spanking her ass, she quickly scrambled off my lap and my very hard cock and knelt on all fours on the bed with her ass facing me, knees spread wide. The view was absolutely breathtaking. Her asshole peeked out at me and her bare pussy lips glistened with moisture. I realized with a shock, that she was wet and turned on simply from me spanking her.
“Fuck me hard, sir. Push your cock in my pussy. Show me no mercy,” she begged while looking at me over her shoulder.
I certainly didn’t need any further encouragement and, scrambling to my knees, I drove my cock into her, burying it to the hilt in one thrust. Now, I’m not huge in that department like you see some guys in the movies, but I do alright. I’m roughly 8″ long and about 2 inches wide. Usually, it takes a bit of sawing back and forth before my wife is loosened up enough to take my entire length, but not this morning.
Her head shot back with the force of my thrust, her mouth in the shape of an O as a low moan escaped her lips. Like a man on a mission, I began pounding my cock in her with every ounce of strength I had. I knew she was going to be sore for days after this fucking, but I was too far gone to care.
And just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, Omolara asked between grunts, “grab my hair, sir. Use my hair to pound your cock into me.”
Grabbing a handful of her hair in my right hand, I then wrenched her head back and began pulling on her hair to coincide with each thrust into her. Her head was now bent back in a painful position as I sawed away at her ass but I was so far gone I was like a mad animal. I didn’t care anymore.
I began shouting “You’re going to learn to be a good wife and to look after my needs from now on, aren’t you my little slut? If you don’t, you’re going to be punished, aren’t you slut? You like being punished, don’t you?”
To each question, Omolara would scream “yes!”
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