My Husband the Sadist

I'm very lucky. I met a very wonderful man when I was in college and married him. We've been married ten years now. He's an electrician and we live in a cozy little house in the suburbs. His day starts early and he usually leaves without waking me, but his day ends early too, so we have afternoons and evenings together. I know he loves me, and he's a kind, loving husband. He never shirks from helping me around the house, and he's very fit, and an enthusiastic lover. I wouldn't trade him for anyone or anything.But there's a catch. Like I said, he's an enthusiastic lover, but not just for ordinary sex. He is very, very dominant, to the point of sadism.He made no secret of it as we were courting. I've always been pretty vanilla, I guess (I think that's the right word). But he was always interested in pushing the envelope. Just about every "first" I've had has been with him. Don't get me wrong - he isn't a rapist or anything. He has never done anything I haven't said was ok. And if something went badly for me, he has listened to me and made adjustments. And sometimes it's been more fun than I expected. But sometimes when he confides in me what he wants to do next, it fills me with trepidation. But I want him to be happy, so I smile and put myself in his hands.I remember one of the first things he asked to do was take my ass. It never seemed to me like something that would be sexy at all, but I went along. He stripped Anadolu Yakası Escort me naked and kissed me all over, especially on my neck (he knows how much that excites me).He kissed his way down past my boobs, down my belly, and started licking my clit. It felt so good, and I started writhing while he ate me. Finally I started begging for him to fuck me. I needed his hard cock.He knelt on the bed and urged me to roll over and get up on my knees. I braced for what I expected, but his cock appeared not at my asshole, but at my pussy. He pushed inside in one long full stroke as I gasped at how amazing it felt as he filled up my hungry pussy. He started fucking me slowly, letting the pleasure build up.And just as I started feeling like I was really close, he pulled out and I felt a dribble of lube land on my asshole just before his cock arrived. I was still close to coming, but felt just a little bit of fear, and then he pushed slowly in. His cock stretched my virgin asshole and I did my best to relax and let it happen.Just when I thought he couldn't get any more in, he groaned and said, "Oh my God, you're so tight."He pulled back a little bit and then pushed in once again, beginning a thorough ass-fucking. Every time he pushed forward, his balls hit my pussy and I could hear the excitement in his voice. At one point he smacked my ass cheek while he pounded me. His Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan cock didn't exactly hurt up my ass, but... I don't know... It just didn't feel right. I could tell he was loving it, though.Finally, he said, "I'm going to come, baby, I'm going to come up your ass!"I felt him push extra hard up and hold it there for just a microsecond and then I felt his cock start to throb. He thrusted a couple more times, and then collapsed down on top of me, his chest on my back. His cock was still inside my ass as it started to deflate. He pulled out and moved over to my side and reached out to me and we held each other.He spoke first, "Thank you, Darling. That was amazing. What did you think?"I smiled and said, "It was ok. I like it a whole lot better when that cock explodes where it's supposed to, but I don't think I'd mind if you wanted to do that sometimes."He also likes to play little dominance games. One time we were at a romantic restaurant. Between the salad and the main course, he reached over and whispered into my ear, "I want you to go to the bathroom and take off your panties and bring them back to me."My face must have turned four shades of red. It suddenly felt like every eye in the restaurant was on me - like everyone knew what he just said, though I know no one could have overheard. I bit my lip and said, "Alright, Darling."I slid out of Escort Anadolu Yakası the booth and walked to the ladies' room. It was small and tidy. I went into the stall and shut the door. I didn't need to go or anything. I just had that one thing to do. I reached under my dress and took off my panties.I straightened up and held them in my hand and suddenly realized that I had left my purse back at the table. My dress didn't have any pockets. How was I supposed to get back to the table with my panties? I wadded them into as small a ball as I could and held them in one hand at my side against my dress and prayed that no one would see as I hurried back to the table.I sat back down next to him and moved my hand under the table with the panties to meet his. He took them from me and beamed.He said, "Thank you," and reached over and kissed me.I felt a weird mixture of pride at making him so happy with such a simple feat and embarrassment at having not only just taken my panties off in public, but walking back from the bathroom with them in my hand.The rest of the evening I knew I was naked under my dress. All I could think of was the scene from "The Seven Year Itch" where Marylin Monroe's dress gets blown up by a subway grate. I'm pretty sure he knew how nervous I was about it, and I'm pretty sure that's why he did it. When we got home, he took me to the bedroom and rewarded me by eating me out until I came twice and then fucking me into incoherence.But more recently, things have gone a lot further. A couple of weeks ago, he told me he got some new toys for us to play with. I put on a brave face, but inwardly I got very nervous. He asked if he wanted to give them a try, and I said, "Sure. I'll try anything once, Honey. You know that."