[Start here: Part 1 -- Back to the original POV]

"Cum for me. Fill up my panties," I hear her say as a knee-buckling orgasm hits me. I grab her for support as my cock throbs rope upon rope of semen into her panties. I'm in a near stupor as she pushes me back to sit on the chair. I see her lie back on the edge of her bed and use my cum to lubricate her fingers as she masturbates furiously. In short order she is gasping from her own orgasm. After a big clearing breath, she stands up, wipes her fingers off inside her panties, and then pulls everything back on.

"Seriously?" I say.

"Bother you?" says my sister-in-law.

"No, it is just, wow."

"Let me make you a cup of coffee. C'mon. I've got good news for you."

With that, she saunters out of the room and I have to zip up to follow her.

We head down stairs and she really does start making coffee. As she's working at the counter, I help myself to a handful of her ass, as my other hand reaches around her waist, pulling us tight.

"You have know idea how much this, what -- Jesus, only a week and a half -- has turbo-charged my libido, at the expense of my concentration on anything else."

"Yeah, I heard."

"What, L. told you?"

"She said you were practically an animal, holding her down and fucking her harder than she can remember you ever doing before."

"Oh, yeah, last night was . . ."

"She loved it."

"What? I mean . . ."

"She said that you taking her like that was the hottest thing you've ever done together."

We were by now sitting at the table, mugs of coffee in hand.

"Serious question now, Eric," she said, looking me straight on. "I'm just not sure how much to tell you," she said this almost to herself.

"Everything?" I asked, hopefully.

"Mmm, no. But you'll like what I do choose to tell you. Your wife is a sub."

"A what?"

"She wants you to be more in charge when it comes to sex. It turns her on."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Look, you're a nice guy and she says you're always so considerate and nice to her."

"Isn't that what she wants?"

"Sure, sometimes, but now she wants you to just, what was the phrase she used? 'an animal that was just taking me."

"Jesus," I said, breathing out.

"I'm going to take you off the leash for a few days."

"Last time you said that, you got me blue balls."

"Yeah, sorry about that," she said, shifting in her seat, rubbing her thighs together, and raising her eyebrows at me. "No games this time. I owe L. a favor."

For the next half hour, C. gave me tips and advice on how to proceed.

"I had better get back home," I said, standing.

"Sure," she said, getting up with me, taking my cup. "But are you sure you turned the water back on upstairs?" She almost said it without a smirk . . . almost.

I followed her up the stairs, mesmerized by the rolling of her hips right at my eye level. I didn't even look up and notice her clocking my stare. When we got to her master bedroom, I duly climbed down to check the water feed valve, which -- no surprise -- was on. As I turned and stood, I found her directly behind me, kneeling.

"Oh no, you're just going to get me close and send me home all hot and bothered," I said.

"Not this time." Her hands moved to rest flat on my thighs. They began to move. "You've been such a good, obedient boy, I thought I'd give you one more treat before I give you up for a few days."

I could feel myself swelling, even if I didn't fully believe her. She was still incredibly attractive, knelt down, and licking her lips. I'm only human. So I nodded and felt her right hand squeeze my shaft through my pants as the other one worked the button and zipper open. My cock was buried in her mouth before my pants pooled around my ankles. I could feel her tongue swirl under my frenulum at the top of each bob. I groaned. My fingers slid through her hair, gripping her tightly with one hand. I heard her gasp and sigh before I pushed her back on my cock. Her rhythmic bobbing, slight suction and tongue brought me to the edge. I tightened my fingers in her hair, but she pushed me back with one hand and grasped my cock a the base with the other. She looked up at me and smiled as I stared down her cleavage and face, watching her hand stroke my cock.

"C'mon, make me a mess. Cum all over me. Such a good boy."

I feel my groin start to ache as I give in and my cock starts to twitch in my hand as I quickly hit her cheek, neck, and finally cleavage with cum.

L. was waiting for me as I arrived home. Sitting in the kitchen at the island. The kids were out still. She didn't say anything and wouldn't make eye contact.

"That was interesting," I said.

"Did you fix C.'s pipes?"

"I did. And to pay me back she let me know about somethings you told her lately."

L. looked down and blushed.

"So it is true? You've been talking to her about our sex life?"

"A little."

"And she tells me you didn't know you enjoyed being, well, dominated? I don't know how else to say it."

L. just looked down again, blushing harder.

"L.?"

She nodded.

"First new rule for you. You need to give me complete and honest answers when I ask you about anything related to sex and our relationship. I need to know and we have to trust each other."

She looks at me, clearly nervous. "You know I don't like to talk about . . ."

"Tell me."

She looked down again. "I loved it."

"Loved what?"

"When you just took me."

"Good. What did you like about it."

She paused, clearly not wanting to say. "Just, well . . . feeling you on top of me, holding my hips with your hands. The need and want I could feel as you fucked me harder than you have in a long time. . . I felt how back you wanted me."

"And you want this again?"

Pause. A nod.

"What's that?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, okay, I want you to be more . . . assertive."

"If you want that, then you have to accept me being more assertive, as you say, in other things."

"Like what?" she asked, concern showing on her face.

"I'm going to tell you to do things, wear things, not do other things, but all as part of this."

"I thought you liked that I'm your equal partner?"

"I do . . . in every other aspect of our lives, but if you get more enjoyment out of me taking over in the bedroom, then we'll try that."

"What about your enjoyment? It seems so against your temperament."

"Stand up," I say as I walk around the island to her. She turns to face me and we're within each other's personal space. I look down at her. "Feel it."

She hesitates and then reaches out to put her palm against my pants, feeling my erection against the fabric.

"Oh," she says, looking up at me as she wraps her fingers around my shaft through the clothing.

"Obviously I will enjoy this, too. Now I'll give you a choice this time. Do you want to be fucked or do you want to take care of this," I say, gesturing to her hand.

"Um, fucked?"

"Is that how you ask nicely?"

"Fuck me, please?"

"Almost."

"Please fuck me . . . sir?"

"That's better." I put my hands on her hips, turning her around to face the island. My hands slide up to her shoulders as I push her down on the surface before sliding her shorts and panties down. One hand holds her down as my other frees my cock by dropping my own pants and boxers. It springs up and I guide it between her legs. My hand on the shaft rubs my head in the wetness already leaking out of her.

"What turned you on already?" I can see her bite her lip but she doesn't answer. The crack of my hand landing on her ass cheek surprised even me with how loud it was echoing in the hard-surfaced kitchen. "You need to answer me completely."

She buries her face in the island top, muffling her reply.

"What?"

"Telling you how turned on I got with you dominating me was so embarrassing but also thrilling."

"Did you start thinking about me doing things like this to you as we were talking."

She nods. My hand spanks her other ass cheek.

"Oh fuck," she says. "Yes, I was. I could feel myself getting wet as we talked and I thought about it, okay?"

As answer I slide my cock into her. I could feel how turned on she was and I press my hips firmly against her ass. She gasps and arches her back. I push her back down and take one wrist, twisting her arm behind her back, holding her down as I begin to pump. I lean down over her back and continue sliding my cock almost out at the top of each stroke.

"I've made you cum so many times this week," I whisper in her ear. "Now I am going to use you for my own pleasure."

She groans and I begin to speed up. Even after cumming this morning, the idea of my wife being so turned on by me dominating her has opened up something inside me. I'm hyperaware of feeling her pussy gripping my cock as it slides in and out. I feel a shaking and see she has slipped one hand down between her own legs, playing with her clit as I fuck her. I decide to let her continue as I feel myself getting closer. I lean down close to her ear again.

"I'm going to cum in you now. I'm going to fuck you hard and deep until I feel my cock twitch and empty myself inside you." As I finish my sentence, I feel my balls tightening and know I'm at the point of no return. My body tenses as I feel cock throbbing my cum deep inside my wife.

I can feel her fingers frantically rubbing her clit and I slide myself out. I'm looking down, watching her fingers work as she asks if I have to watch her.

"If you want to keep doing that, then I'm going to watch."

She groans but her fingers speed up. I am pretty sure she is arching her back to give me a better view, even though she doesn't let me watch, typically.

"You'd better hurry up," I say.

Whatever she says is lost, muffled by the countertop and moans. I slide my middle finger into her, palm down and slide the fingertip over her G-spot. Almost immediately I can see her thighs clenching and beginning to shake as she cums.

After laying for a minute to recover, we pull on our clothes.

"I've got to get some work done now," I say. "But we'll work more on this later."

"Yes dear," she says.

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