The pandemic was over almost as quickly as it came. The world was starting to feel normal again.

One thing that HAD changed was our dynamic. MJ was really starting to settle into and enjoy her new found power.

During the last lockdown she started to explore her exhibitionist and domme side. Initially it was light teasing and risqué photos under a pseudonym. Then her following started to gather more traction and more traction. Men were begging to buy her things for a little piece of her time. Shoes in exchange for pictures of her feet, new underwear in exchange for her pre-loved pairs. She made friends with other women around the world with the same interests. It became commonplace to find her multitasking her day around group chats with her and her new friends getting paid by men degrading themselves, eating cum sandwiches or turning their penises into puppets. It was thrilling, but I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. I had no intention of sending our money to other women, but part of me wanted the experience these men were getting, and I still yearned to see her stretched out by another man.

Our anniversary came around, and things picked up again.

We booked a dirty night away on the coast, as soon as the door closed behind me, she had me drop to my knees, she pulled her panties to the side and using a fistful of my hair pressed my eager face into her pussy. Once she was satisfied she made her way out to balcony while I unpacked and poured us a wine.

Once I joined her outside, her skin glistening in the setting sun, we toasted to our anniversary and she put her feet up on my lap. We sat for awhile reminiscing about life as lovers do, and she started subtly but deliberately wiggling her feet around causing an instant erection.

She leaned closer and pulled my pants down, then resumed rubbing me with her foot. I was nervous about being seen by the neighbouring hotels but she insisted if I wanted any attention it would be on her terms. It didn’t take me long, I was so overwhelmed with fear and excitement I felt my balls tighten and let out a little moan. “Too soon” she stated and stopped all touching. I endured an excruciating ruined orgasm that dribbled onto her toes. She had me lick them clean.

We took our new toys we had purchased as presents for each other and decided to head out for a drink, me in my new smaller cage, her with her remote controlled vibrator in. We found a secluded booth in a bar, it was tucked away sort of to the side of the bar, we were in full view of staff but hidden away from most of the patrons. The bartender came over, younger bloke, could tell he spent a lot of time at the gym. He took our order, but didn’t take his eyes off my wife and she loved every moment of it. We sipped our drinks and he kept on looking over she would smile and flirt from afar, every time she did, I used the remote to turn on her vibrations until she had orgasm while her bartender friend watched on.