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Click hereWe were walked around the Matriarch's house to her driveway, where Dave and Gerald were in their cars. There was a new look on Dave's face as I settled into my seat. But was it only new because it was a look I hadn't seen in awhile? That hardness that had settled in since the day I had confessed everything seemed to be gone. I hoped it was forever.
"How are you?" Dave asked.
"I'm fine, Dave. Totally exhausted, of course. A lot to process. And boy, wait 'till you hear about my morning."
"What can I do for you?"
What can I do for you? It had been so long since I'd heard those words from my husband. My heart melted.
"Hold me for a minute, and kiss me. The way you used to, when you meant it."
Later that night, in our kitchen...
I made dinner that night. We were alone, with the kids out of the house. Instead of burying his head in his laptop to catch up on emails or get a head start on Monday, Dave leaned against a counter, sipped a glass of wine, and fetched things out of cupboards for me. It was silent for a little while, but not the horribly tense silence that had defined our marriage lately. It was the first comfortable silence I'd felt in ages. As much as I would have liked to luxuriate in it, I am a woman, after all. Remember, we're the ones who coined "we need to talk."
"Anything you'd like to tell me about last night?" I asked him. "It's okay if you're not ready."
"I'm still going over it, trying to make sense of it all."
"Me too. Something changed in me last night. But I'm not sure if I really changed, or just let something out that had always been in there."
"I have to confess", Dave said, with some trepidation, "Sitting there, watching it, and all the other wives...it stirred feelings inside of me...fantasies."
"Really?"
"I'd been so afraid of those feelings, that I'd tamped them down, as if they didn't exist. But then watching you being whipped, with the other husbands, and then the wives... I couldn't pretend anymore."
"Dave, it wasn't easy on that table. The whipping really hurt, and it was a hundred times more humiliating than I ever could have imagined. But...I surrendered to it. I genuinely wanted to be punished, for you. I felt like I needed to give that to you. And I found that as I surrendered, I liked it. It turned me on."
"So, I know you saw me with Marjorie..."
He was tiptoeing around that subject. She'd been my best friend since our kids started kindergarten together.
"And..?"
"The things I did with her, to her...wild, animalistic things. Things I would never have dreamed of doing...to her, or anyone. But I have to be honest with myself, and with you. I'd fantasied about those things, many times. And now having tried them, with a woman who couldn't get enough, I can't stop thinking about them."
"Dave, you don't have to stop thinking about them if you don't want to. I know I don't want to. You took Marjorie's ass, didn't you? Do it again if it makes you happy. You have my permission."
"She likes it back there, being held down and made to take it. You would not believe how it makes her cum."
"Dave..."
I put my utensils down, and reached back to untie my apron.
"I like it back there too. And I also like to be made to take it."
The look on my husband's face! I'm just glad he didn't drop that wine glass.
"Fuck my ass, Dave. Right here and right now. And anytime or place you want to from now on. Don't be gentle about it either. I'm your whore from this day forward. That is my new commitment to you. Fuck me the way you want to fuck me, and make me clean your cock before dinner too if that's what a whore needs to do for her master."
Yes, my ass was still sore. But Goddamn was it worth it!
- COMMENTS
docmagnusover 2 years agoAuthorThank you, Tess (uk). I'm so appreciative of the time you've invested to follow my story.
I intentionally tried to go edgier than I had before on this story, just to see what the results would be like. So if I went too far with the Matriarch's dominance, I'm not surprised.
I agree, that kink shaming is pointless in a section for Nonconsent/Reluctance on an erotic lit site. Amazingly, I see more than my share of kink shaming on Fetlife. So many nuns-in-training there!
Anonymousover 2 years agoLoved the happy ending that they got their lives back on track together. For me a lot of stuff featuring the matriarch was just too much.
Like someone else has commented at times it did come across as two conflicting stories, at odds with each other. From Brooke’s perspective realising that you identify as a sub isn’t the same as enjoying everything that the matriarch was happy to dish out. It’s not an issue of trying to kink shame because I think that’s pointless. After all the matriarch had only found one woman from the neighbourhood who enjoyed everything that she (the matriarch) had to offer. It might be interesting to see the dominant training from her husband’s point of view.
Thanks for sharing, it really is appreciated
Tess (uk)
docmagnusover 2 years agoAuthorRe: Anonymous and your comment, "Sweet ending to the story. Like it a lot."
Thank you! Thank you so much!
docmagnusover 2 years agoAuthorRe: Anonymous and your comment about being too stupid for words.
I sincerely hope you read every one of my stories, and feel exactly the same about all of them.
docmagnusover 2 years agoAuthor@LostnFoundBin
Thank you again, for the extremely thoughtful and constructive comments. I'm honored that you took the time to read each chapter, and then share your observations with me. I don't know if this was your intention, but your incisive criticism makes me feel like I really earned every compliment.
Brooke is unquestionably supposed to be the protagonist. This is her story. The Matriarch isn't necessarily an antagonist, but she is the force that Brooke has to test herself against. That's what I was going for. It's possible I made the Matriarch and her backstory too interesting in comparison to Brooke. That's not an uncommon problem in fiction. However, since Brooke was modeled on plenty of LA suburban wives I've had the pleasure of meeting, I was hoping readers, and especially women, would be able to identify her.
