Chapter 1

Carl undressed for bed, leaving his underpants, tighty-whities, on. April was already in bed, nude as always. She sat up and asked, “Why don't you just come to bed nude tonight?”

“Almost 30 years together,” he thought, “and she's asking the same old questions.”

“I'm fine like this,” he responded.

He considered the request. He knew what she wanted, what she usually wanted. She always had a higher libido, but he was tired and just wanted to sleep. Carl got into bed and closed his eyes. He felt April roll over toward him, and he rolled away. The next thing he knew, it was morning, and she had already left for work.

They had a good marriage. Not perfect, but is any marriage perfect? They had an adult daughter who had moved out six months earlier. Carl worked from home, but April had a desk job. They generally had sex once a week, and it was good, but he knew she wanted a bit more than that. He could never keep up with her libido and had given up trying years ago. They loved each other, so it seemed to be enough.

The day passed, and they were back to getting ready for bed. Carl went through his usual routine. April made the same request. “Wouldn't you be more comfortable without underpants on? I don't know why you don't just sleep nude.”

Carl sighed. “Come on, April. I'm more comfortable like this.”

Again, he pulled away from her in bed and went to sleep, not knowing that everything in his life was about to change.

Chapter 2

Another normal day passed, and once again Carl was getting ready for bed. He got down to his underwear when April said, “Take those off now. I don't want you wearing them to bed from now on.”

Carl was taken aback. Who did she think she was, ordering him around like that? He looked at her and saw no playfulness in her eyes.

“Okay,” was all he said as he removed his underwear and got into bed.

He was sure she'd be initiating sex that night, but instead she just put her arm around him and went to sleep. As usual, when he woke up, she was already gone. He spent much of the day reflecting on her command. He was a bit angry about it, but when he thought about it, he could feel an involuntary growing in his pants.

That night during dinner, he said, “I want to talk about last night.”

He wasn't going to let another minute pass. He was the man, she was the woman. She couldn't just order him around like that. But before he could continue, she said, “Sure, but first I want to tell you something I've been thinking about. I think we should make a rule between us. If one of us is sleeping, it's implied that we're consenting to anything sexual. If you wake up hard, you can just fuck me, knowing that I'm fine with it. And if I wake up and feel like sucking your cock, you're fine with that too. But it's your choice. Does that sound okay to you?”

And just like that, Carl forgot what he was going to say. Instead, his mind filled with the idea of waking up to a blowjob. He loved it. “That sounds great,” he said.

“Sorry I interrupted you. What were you going to say?” she asked.

He thought a moment. “Nothing important,” he answered.

After all, how could he get a blowjob in his sleep if he was wearing underpants?

Chapter 3

After dinner, Carl told April he had some work stuff he needed to do. He went to his office and started thinking. Almost 30 years together, and now this change. Why? He was the dominant one, and she was the submissive wife. All this change, why the sudden shift?

He thought back to their last vacation in Hawaii. He picked the destination and the hotel. Wait, he wanted to go to Las Vegas. But then he changed his mind... or did he? They had dinner at that restaurant she wanted to try, and next door was that travel place with all the Hawaii posters. And that catalog on the coffee table, open to the page with the hot bikinis.

And they spent that one day going through family photos, and she pointed out his cousin Bill, the one who lost everything because of his gambling addiction. It was like a trapdoor opened beneath his feet. He didn't pick Hawaii. She did.

Then he started to think back to other big decisions. If they wanted different things, they always ended up doing what she wanted. But somehow he always felt like he was the one making the choice. He remembered when they first started dating, and he pulled away, not wanting a serious relationship. But the next day she was there. She always had a reason to be there. And it always ended up in bed.

From the beginning, she was in control. He just never realized it until now. He got angry, not at her, but at his cock, which was hard again. Now that he understood, what was his next step? He could say something and try to reassert his dominance. But that would be something completely new. And changing things like that now?

He loved his life. Would things change if he suddenly tried to flip the script? Almost certainly. He knew it right away. He just had to accept it. She was the dom, and now she was finally pulling back the curtain. He could accept it, or he could pull back. He knew what his cock wanted, and as usual, his cock was going to win.

Chapter 4

That night, without thinking, he stripped nude and got into bed.

Without emotion, April said, “Before you go to sleep, come eat my pussy.”

Carl was pretty good at eating pussy. It wasn't his favorite thing, but the second she said it, his cock sprang to attention, and he moved into position, kissing her thighs and working his way to the prize.

He started with a flat tongue on her clit, slow and steady. Her thighs twitched. He pointed his tongue and drew tight circles, feeling her breathing shift. It didn't take long. She moaned deep in her throat, her body jerking slightly as the first orgasm rolled through her.

He raised his head, smiling. “I still got it,” he said.

She didn't smile. “Don't stop yet,” she said. “I want another two orgasms before you're through.”

He went back to work, sliding his index and middle fingers inside her and curling them upward, searching for the spot he knew was there. The come-hither motion made her squirm. Her moans came faster, higher, until she gasped and clenched around his fingers, her second orgasm hitting harder than the first.

Without waiting, he pushed his fingers in deeper, flattening his tongue back over her clit. He moved faster now, his hand working her from the inside while his tongue stayed firm and low. Her hips bucked once, then again, and she let out a loud, shaking moan as the third wave crashed through her.

“Mmm... that was amazing, Carl,” she moaned.

He assumed it was his turn now and started to reposition his body for penetration. But as he did, she picked up her phone and rolled onto her side, scrolling through Reddit.

“You did such a good job, I give you permission to take care of it yourself. Or, if you want, wait until I'm asleep and follow the new rule,” she said, not even looking up from the screen.

He lay on his back and grabbed his cock and began to stroke, but almost immediately, April said, “Can you do that in the bathroom? You're shaking the whole bed.”

He froze. Then, instead of arguing, he let go of his cock, rolled over, and went to sleep.

The next thing he knew, he was waking up to April's lips wrapped around his cock as he came. It felt amazing, even though he'd missed most of the fun. She looked up at him, smiling as she swallowed.

“I couldn't let my little man sleep so unsatisfied.”

He wanted to thank her. He wanted to tell her how amazing it was. But all he could get out was, “Yes, ma'am.”

He fell back asleep.

Chapter 5

Days went by. Carl was adjusting to his new reality.

Eating pussy had been a once-a-month thing, maybe, and now it was a couple times a week. Usually just her telling him to get it done, but sometimes he'd wake up with her pussy just above his head, her saying, “You need to be awake for this,” as she lowered down onto his face.

He didn't love doing it. He loved doing it for her.

One day, they were sitting on the couch after dinner when April said, “I got you a present.”

Carl thought for a second. “Today isn't a special day.”

April smiled. “It will be.”

She reached behind her to the end table, pulled out a small gift-wrapped box, and handed it to him. He was confused, but tore open the wrapping. It was a butt plug.

Carl laughed. “So I guess you want me to put this inside you?”

April smiled. “No. You're going to put it inside you. Then you can give me a nice foot rub.”

She reached behind the end table again and presented a small bottle. “Here's some lube. If you have any trouble, I can help you get it inside.”

Carl hesitated as if to say something, then simply said, “Yes, ma'am.”

He pulled the plug out of the box. It wasn't too huge, but it would be the biggest thing he'd ever had in there. Well, really, the only thing he'd ever had in there. He opened the lube, put some on the plug, and tried to insert it unsuccessfully.

“I think I do need help,” he said.

“I thought you might,” she replied.

She took the plug and coated it heavily with lube until it shone. Then she put down the bottle and said, “Okay, turn away and bend over.”

He felt her apply lube to his hole, and then felt the tip of the plug make contact.

“Relax. Relax completely,” she said.

He did, and felt the pressure of the plug entering. It felt strange as it stretched him in a way that made him shift uncomfortably. Then suddenly he felt himself close around the narrow part.

“There you go,” she said. “Now massage my feet, and then maybe we'll take it out.”

Chapter 6

Carl was somewhat new to giving foot massages, but she seemed to enjoy them. This time was different, though. He couldn't ignore what was going on inside his ass. He felt so full. Not bad, just strange. Every time he tensed his pelvic floor muscles, he hit resistance. It wasn't painful, just foreign.

She moaned softly as he rubbed her feet, and he worked up the courage to ask, “Why do I have this thing inside me?”

She lowered her phone to her chest and looked him in the eye.

“Because I'm going to fuck you, my silly little man. I'm going to experience things as you have so many times, and let you experience things as I have. Or at least something close.”

She smiled.

“But I'm going to be nice and let you get used to the feeling first, because I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said immediately.

“But this feels weird. Not good or bad, just weird.”

She gave a short laugh. “Oh, does it?”

He saw her move her finger across her phone screen.

Suddenly, he felt a soft vibration from the plug, growing stronger. “Oh my god,” was all he could say.

“Feet,” she commanded.

He nodded and kept rubbing, but the hum inside him was impossible to ignore. The line between obedience and arousal was starting to blur.

Epilogue

Carl lay in bed that night, his body still tingling from the plug, even though it had been removed a couple of hours earlier.

He contemplated how he got here. It didn't feel gradual. It felt like it happened all at once. Suddenly, he went from feeling like he was her master to knowing he was her slave.

He wished he didn't love it.

He heard April whisper, “Are you awake?”

He said nothing, just nodded.

“Eat my pussy,” she said.

He rolled over and moved into position.

“Yes, my queen.”

The End