I finished work and headed home, tired but no more than on any other typical day. As I reached the back door, something immediately caught my attention—a note taped at eye level and a clip-on bow tie hanging neatly from the doorknob.

The note said:

“The kids are at my parents’ place, so tonight it’s just the two of us. I’ve taken care of everything and will be running the evening. From the moment you step inside, you’re under my command. Strip down to your underwear and put on this bow tie.

Love,
The Wife”

My curiosity spiked instantly, along with a rush of excitement. Without hesitation, I stepped inside, peeled off my clothes until I was standing in just my underwear, and clipped the bow tie around my neck. Feeling both amused and intrigued, I went looking for my wife.

I spotted her in the kitchen, moving with unhurried ease as she worked on dinner, as though the evening were perfectly ordinary. She wore a fitted navy blazer with a matching skirt—something she could have pulled out for a job interview years ago and then tucked away, untouched. The calm authority she carried made it obvious she fully intended to follow through on everything she’d written in that note.

When she heard me enter, she turned with a measured smile. “Good,” she said evenly. “I’m pleased you agreed to the terms. It’s time for you to earn your keep.” Her eyes flicked briefly to the bulge beneath my underwear before returning to my face, never once breaking character. “Start by chopping those onions. When you’re done, take care of the dishes piling up in the sink.”

I began the chores and the evening progressed. She commanded me to set the table, serve her food first, feed her one bite at a time, clean off the table, and finish the dishes. I was enjoying this change of pace, but I felt like she was going easy on me.

Then I came back to the dining room.

As I turned the corner, I noticed her up on the table, skirt hiked up, and legs spread. She was wearing a lacy black thong, one of my favorites that she owns. “It’s time for you to pay for dinner” she said. She hooked a finger around the seam of her thong and slid it over to expose her pussy.

She didn’t have to tell me what she wanted—I already knew.

I knelt down in front of her and began kissing the insides of her thighs. I worked my way up the soft and sensitive skin, my hands reaching back to grab her butt. I teased her with kisses and small flicks of the tongue all around her sex. I kissed above and to the left and right, but only to tease. As much as she likes receiving, I like to give. I plunged my tongue into her folds and she let out an audible gasp. I worked from the top to the bottom and back up again, straightening out my tongue and flattening it, making sure to get every inch of her. I teased her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue and quickly sucking on it. She may be in charge, but she is at my mercy while my head is between her legs. 

She ran her hand through my hair and pulled me away. “We don’t want to get too carried away. I want to drag this out tonight,” she said through heavy breaths.

She sat up, fixed her skirt and beckoned for me to stand up. Noticing a more prominent bulge in my underwear, she cooed, “Oh, that must have turned you on. Pull it out and let me see it.”

I slid my underwear down, revealing my erect cock. She smiled and nodded at me. “Go ahead and stroke it.” I must have had a confused look on my face because she followed that up with, “Now.”

We had never done anything like this before—pleasuring ourselves in front of the other—but it turned me on. Wanting to obey, I began to stroke myself, slowly at first and then speeding up. She watched me with hungry eyes, noticing the way I used my hands and fingers on myself. 

“I want you to go right up to the edge and then stop,” she ordered. 

So I did. When I could feel myself close to finishing, I took my hand off, breathing heavily, cock throbbing.

“Again.”

I started again, only this time it didn’t take as long before I needed to stop. We went through several rounds, my climax growing, but never able to release. As I stroked myself, I noticed that she had opened up her shirt. I could see her perky boobs, soft skin and hard nipples. She had also drifted a hand into the front of her black thong to play with herself, running her fingers through the folds of her pussy. The whole picture was making it hard for me not to finish right then and there, but I had orders. 

“I think I want some more. I’m not fully satisfied yet,” she said after some time. She stood up and slid the skirt and the thong off and then worked to take the rest of her clothes off. “Come help me with this,” she ordered. Once again, another command I was more than happy to obey.

I got her out of the rest of her clothes and admired my wife’s figure. I really did get so lucky with her. Once she was completely naked, she climbed up on the table so that she was up on all fours in our dining room.

“I want you to use that tongue again. And spank me.”

I pulled up a chair behind her. If I sat down, I would be at the perfect height to bury my tongue in her, which is exactly what I did. She let out a moan, and when she did, I slapped both cheeks with my hands, making a loud clap. She moaned even deeper, and that only turned me on more. I spent a good time eating her pussy and slapping her butt, her cheeks beginning to turn red and her groans becoming louder.  

“Just do me,” she finally huffed.

I stood up, my cock at the perfect height to do her. She was so warm and wet from our warm up that I almost finished right there. As I slipped in, we both groaned in pleasure and I began to pump, riding her. I love when we have sex in doggystyle because she has the perfect butt and I get uninhibited access with my eyes and my hands. I never last too long in this position. She arched her back, and I ran my hands up to the nape of her neck and through her hair.

“Pull my hair,” she commanded.

She has just above shoulder length blond hair, so I got in close to her scalp with my hand, grabbed a handful, and started to pull. That only made her moan more. As we continued to thrust and grind, I could hear the percussive sounds of sex, my balls slapping her pussy, our grunting and moaning at each movement, the occasional clap of my hand on her butt, the squeaking of the table. But we were both worked up, and this would be a short session, despite my wife’s claimed intent to drag it out.

“Oh don’t stop, I’m so close,” she moaned.

I was too, and was just holding on to make it last longer. But I was fighting a losing battle. I could feel the climax coming—both in me and in her.

As I plunged deeper, she tightened up, groaning in delight. I shot loads of cum up in her, built up from being teased to the edge. She rode the waves of pleasure until she finally collapsed on the table. We both tried to catch our breath, sweaty, but satisfied.

I left the bow tie on.