Turning a Housewife into a Cumslut

"Time for another wakeup call" I said. She nodded and her smile widened. Twenty minutes of pleasure later I came inside her for the second time that day... and it was only 7 am.

The rest of the morning was a nearly combustible mix of dedicated parenting and unchained lust. We spent that time with our kids, playing games, talking, hanging out, normal things you'd expect from parents and their kids, but like a dormant volcano that doesn't betray the eruption boiling just below the surface, our hunger for each other was inescapable. As the morning progressed into afternoon every opportunity for a deep kiss, a soft touch, and touches of many other varieties, were capitalized on to their fullest extent. By the time we had the kids packed and loaded up in the van, and she kissed me goodbye to drive them to their destinations, I wanted nothing but to take her. To make her mine over, and over, and over again. Waving goodbye as they pulled out of the driveway I knew very shortly I would have a chance to do just that; and now was the time to prepare.

By the time I heard the telltale sound of our garage door closing my cock was throbbing, its hardness hadn't relaxed in the slightest since Sadie had pulled away to drop off the kids, and knowing that she was home its fullness became unbearable. She hadn't even made it all the way inside before my left hand grabbed her by the throat, my right by the hip and I pushed her against the front door, pinning it open with our bodies in the opening, our lust on display for anyone to see.

As I kissed her neck, and my right hand moved from her hip down and around to grab her ass, I smiled to myself when I felt the hard outline of her heart capped anal plug through her shorts. Had she been wearing a buttplug all morning?

"Mmm... very nice." I said.

She blushed just a bit as I reached to run my fingers across it and push it in small circles, just enough for her to feel it. She sighed, "yes... please, sir... please," as I continued to kiss and nibble her neck and ears and gently move her plug in circles with my fingers. I looked her in the eyes as I held her there, the intense pleasure of the situation permeating every facet of her expression.

"You're mine. You're my dirty little slut, and starting now I will do to you what I want, yes?"

The words "yes sir" had barely escaped her lips before my right hand left her plug and quickly jerked her shorts and panties down to her mid thigh, my left hand never leaving her throat, as I proceeded to finger her to orgasm - pinned and exposed just inside the front door opening of our family home. When she finished a devious smile crossed her lips as I released her.

I smiled back, my contentment and comfort wrapped in passion and primal lust. "Now, be a good girl," I said, "and go to the bedroom and finish getting undressed. You deserve a reward."

I spent the next several hours showing her how diligent a student I had been that week. I'd been able to modify our bed with some subtle and hideable attachment points and her body wilted as I began to tie her up for the first time.

As she neared orgasm for the first time of this particular session, her hands tied to the headboard, her closed eyes fluttered open and she desperately pleaded,

"Choke me... please sir, choke me."

I was surprised, but owing to my nerdy nature, not unprepared. Placing my hands around her neck firmly, but not too tight, I increased the pressure slightly as her body began to shake with the intensity of orgasm, and as her climax drew closer she began to scream, "oh god, oh god, oh god"

Tightening my grip ever so slightly as my own climax rose to meet hers, the intensity overtook me and just before we came together, our eyes met and as sternly and deeply as I could muster, I told her;

"You don't pray to god, you pray to me."

As we continued our exploration of her kinks throughout the afternoon and into the evening, her orgasms and screams were so intense at one point she needed to stop just to recover. We snuggled, talked, got snacks and drinks, and then I tied her up again, this time with her arms back - behind her knees - while I used a glass dildo in her ass to bring her to not one, but two orgasms before thrusting my cock in her absolutely dripping wet pussy - while still working the dildo in her ass - and fucking her until she came again and I filled her pussy for what had to have been the fourth or fifth time by that point.

Snuggling close again after I untied her, she rested her head on my chest and I began to stroke her chocolate colored curls. We talked, laughed, genuinely enjoyed the closeness and connection that continued to intensify as we gave ourselves more fully to one another. After about half an hour of honest, genuine conversation she raised her head from my chest, kissed me and looked into my eyes. She didn't say a word, and didn't have to. With a mischievous smile on her face she began to slide her body down mine until her lips ran across my cock and she took it into her mouth.

"Good girl" I sighed as my cock stiffened inside her mouth and she began to take me in and out, deeper and deeper, working her tongue across the shaft in alluring circles and figure eights. As I closed my eyes, awash in the surrealness of the pleasure washing over me, it struck me that I was not the only one who had been a diligent student that week.

One hand wafting across my stomach as the other stroked my cock up and down in time with the movement of her tongue and the pressure of her lips, she began to moan as she took me deeper and deeper still into her mouth. As wave after wave of euphoria washed over me, I opened my eyes to watch her. My wife, my beautiful Sadie, was sucking my cock with such passion, such desire, such absolute slutty hunger, it took my breath away. I did not have to watch her long before my pleasure was ratcheted up to the breaking point... she was actually - and seriously - enjoying this.

I stopped her as I felt my cock tense and orgasm draw near. Before I could get a word out to ask her to get the condoms she grabbed my hand, ushering me to follow her toward the foot of the bed. She slinked to her knees onto the floor in front of me as I rose to a sitting position, feet on the floor, at the bed's edge. Smiling, she grasped my cock in her hand and ran her tongue along my throbbing shaft from base to tip before taking it again deeply into her mouth. Furiously she resumed sucking my cock, the sounds of the wetness of her tongue and lips as they moved up and down my shaft mixed with the mumbles and moans of her own pleasure into a harmony of pure bliss as I felt myself drawing near to orgasm again.

"Sadie," I whispered, between sighs of contentment, "I'm going to cum."

She stopped, tilted her head back, looked up at me with eyes that seemed to be pleading and said,

"Cum on my face. Please..."

"Please, daddy, cum on my face."

She took me again as deep into her mouth as she could, I reached my hand to the top of her head to guide her, and when I couldn't hold it any longer I pulled her head back and came with an intensity I don't know that I had ever felt until that point, covering her face in warm sticky cum for the first - but certainly not the last - time.This woman felt so safe, so connected to me in that moment that she put aside any and all of her own fears and hang ups in her lust to give me satisfaction.

We jumped into the shower together for the first of several times that weekend so I could help her clean up and for the rest of that day, deep into the night, and starting again bright and early the next, there was nothing in the world but us. We talked, snuggled, fingered, fucked, sucked, cuddled and then repeated it all again.

The following day, by the time our "weekend" drew to a close - and the time to bring our kids back home drew near - we had lost track of the number of times we had cum.The entire house was a wreck - our bedroom destroyed. My dear wife of nearly twenty years, my beautiful Sadie, with whom vanilla sex had been the norm only a few short weeks ago had been dressed up, tied up, spanked, choked, photographed, recorded, taken multiple facials and "please daddy cum on my face" had very quickly evolved into "please daddy cum in my mouth".

For a woman who a few short days before would visibly gag at the sight of cum, she certainly was a natural at swallowing it - and I don't know that I have ever seen her more content, almost glowing with happiness. And I, her caring, nerdy, normally passive husband to whom she had entrusted her submission, had truly and confidently made her my slut.

We still joke that she literally went from "Calling your husband daddy is weird" and "If you ever cum in my mouth I'll cut your dick off" to "Please daddy cum in my mouth." over the course of one weekend. And while in a technical aspect that is true, the time and effort we put into our relationship to lay the groundwork for that transformation was years in the making... and worth every second of the wait.

Our relationship hasn't stopped getting stronger. She still posts and chats on reddit (including a pretty popular slutty confession about that weekend), I'm still working on my restraints and being the "dom" she deserves, she still adores sucking cock - there have been many times since that weekend I've walked in the door after driving home from work to find her waiting for me on her knees just inside the front door (in her plaid skirt, and knee high socks) almost begging to take my cock into her mouth.

But beyond the intensity of our sex life - which is orders of magnitude stronger at 41/39 than it was at 20/18 - the greatest gift is how much closer we are in all aspects of our relationship. We take every opportunity to be together, to hold one another, to talk or text. We are happier than we have ever been, and more opportunities for adventure present themselves every day, so we think we're just getting started.