Windmills 2




Following that first day, when Steph showed me her new, gym toned body, and
demonstrated her superior physical power, things began to change in our
marriage. It wasn't just the dynamic of our sex lives either, the whole nature
of our relationship changed. I don't think it was the fact she could (and did)
now take full control in bed - it was the fact I loved it. This was something
quite different and fed into the dynamics of life together outside the
bedroom.

It wasn't like I used to be undisputed head of the household and all that had
suddenly changed. Steph had always made more money than me and we had always
made out decision together. The important stuff, like about the kids or where
to live. But I had always kind of had the final say. I guess it was just the
natural pattern of things, one that we'd always followed without thinking or
discussing things. But once she started regularly kicking my ass on the
wrestling mats, usually before carrying me to bed and dominating me, other
aspects of our lives started changing too.

I mean, I had always harboured secret domination fantasies, I watched videos
online and things but I never thought it would be a reality of my life. But
now Steph had taken full control of our love life, quite literally, I really
began to lean into it and open myself up to those parts of me I'd never
allowed before. Steph for her pert helped with her renewed sexual appetite.
The reality was we had never had this much sex. Not even when we were young.
We were discovering a whole new life that neither of us had even realised we
wanted. And it was exciting. For both of us. She thought up new ways to user
her body and mine and we both delighted in playing together and indulging this
new part of ourselves.

It wasn't just the wrestling either. I had started to worship her. Both
literally and figuratively. After one energetic bout of wrestling, Steph stood
over me, then, with a curious look on her face, she put her foot on my face.
I'd never had a thing for feet but within seconds, I was kissing and licking
her foot and sucking on her toes, flat on my back, naked with my hard-on
sticking straight up in the air. She looked down with me with a pleased look
in her eyes, before she pulled her panties to the side and sat right on my
face. She rocked herself to orgasm while I worked hungrily at her lips. When
she came, she stood up, looked down at me and said,

"What do you say?"

I gazed up and her and responded,

"Thank you... Mistress"

With a pleased smirk, she turned and walked away, leaving me nude on the
floor, my face covered in her juices, hard as a rock.

I worshiped her figuratively too. I thought about her all the time. I was
infatuated again, like when we were kids. I daydreamed about her when she
wasn't around.

My adoration of her, combined with her weight loss, gave her a new confidence.
Her clothes changed, her attitude changed. This didn't go unnoticed. Within 6
months, she was promoted twice. She had always made more money than me but the
difference was becoming obscene. It started to make my job look more like a
hobby.

Our role reversal gradually developed. Little things changed. I looked more
and more to her when there were decisions to be made. She would initiate sex
more. We spoke about it one day. We had gone for a walk in the hills. Steph,
now as was common, was showing off her awesome body. Along with her hiking
boots, she wore a pair of daisy dukes and a teeny weensy bikini, showing off
her huge boobs and beautiful, fitness model body. I imagine most people, upon
seeing us, assumed I was loaded and had a young trophy wife. They would never
guess we were the same age and she was the breadwinner.

After we walked a while, me generally dropping back so I could stare at
Steph's amazing ass, she found a nice spot with a great view and sat down. I
went to sit next to her but she pulled me down onto her. We sat admiring the
view for some time, me sat sideways on her lap. Then I started kissing her
neck and fondling her huge tits. Suddenly though I became mindful of how we
were acting and said to her,

"Steph. Do you think this is a bit weird."

"That you stopped grabbing my tits? Yeah."

I laughed.

"No, how we're acting. Our new sexual dynamic."

"I haven't heard you complaining...."

"Oh my God no. It's been insane. This is the best sex we've ever had. Its
just, I don't know. The way you look and your success and then there's the
wrestling too.... I guess I'm starting to feel, I don't know, that I'm not at
your level. Like I'm unworthy."

She pulled my head down to her neck and wrapped her strong arms around me. I
actually started to cry softly. I don't even know why. I guess I'd been
carrying those feeling around more than I knew.

"Sweetheart", she began, "My beautiful man. I love you so much. You've the
love of my life. When we were kids, I remember sitting like this, with me in
your lap. At the time you were much bigger than me and you got better grades.
So you were stronger and more successful. I don't remember feeling threatened
and unworthy. I was just proud of you and happy you were mine. We've entered a
new phase of our lives. Sure that dynamic may have changed but it's always me
and you versus the world and I hope you're proud of me."

"I'm more than proud of you. I'm obsessed by you. I think about you all day,
every day. When you're not there I walk around in a daze. I just don't know if
what we're doing is weird..."

"Kinky sure but who gives a shit. Most couples who have been together as long
as us haven't had sex in years. We've found something that turns us both on
and we are having the best sex of our lives. Who cares if it's a little
kinky."

"It really turns you on as much as me?"

"Oh my god. The other day I was in my office and I started thinking about you
on the floor with your face between my thighs, I had to go and masturbate in
the toilet!"

"Really?", I burst out laughing.

"Oh my god yeah."

With that we started kissing. Me in her lap. It got hot and heavy fast. I
stood up, then turned and sat down back in her lap, straddling her legs. Steph
had one hand on my ass and another on my back. My rock hard cock was pressed
into her tight stomach as she held me very firmly and we started gyrating
together.

I broke off the kiss and wrapped myself around her very tightly, like a man
adrift clinging to a raft; burying my face in her neck, then whispered in her
ear...

"Mistress..."

"Yes?", she whispered back.

"Pick me up and press me against a tree"




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