His Deep Submission - A Loving Couple Explores BDSM and Female Domination

by Acton, Kim

  A playoff game was approaching and she arranged a special party for them. When she told Mike he should invite them over for the big game he was a little apprehensive. He was worried that Vicki had something sexual in mind. “Honey,” she reassured him, “I’m not going to mix our private life with the life you have with your buddies. What we do is our business and none of our friends needs to know. Let’s keep it that way.” Mike agreed completely. Vicki added, “The truth is, I’d just like to show off a bit about what a great relationship we have. Are you OK with that?” she asked. Mike agreed he was fine with is as long as they did nothing to reveal his domestic submission.

  On the morning of the party Vicki got up early and started cooking and baking in the kitchen. By the time Jerry, Carlos and Dave arrived the house had a wonderful aroma of home cooking. When the guys arrived Vicki greeted all of them with a big hug. “Great to see you guys again,” she said. “Grab a beer. I got your usual brands and some premium beers in case you want to try something different.” They wasted no time digging into the ice chest she set up in the TV room.

  “I hope you’re hungry. I sort of went crazy in the kitchen and ended up making you a ton of stuff. To start you off I’ve got some homemade chocolate caramel cookies and some homemade brownies.”

  Dave was the big eater of the gang and he headed straight for the goodies. “Oh my god, Vicki, this is fantastic.” He said. “I can’t believe you made all this.”

  “Save room, Dave,” she winked. “I made you guys my lasagna for halftime.” Vicki was famous for her lasagna and only made it once or twice a year when they had a house party or during the holidays. Jerry asked if he could move in with them and everyone had a good laugh. As they all settled into their seats and arranged their snacks and drinks, Vicki told them the plan for the party. But first she took off the frumpy apron she was wearing and tossed it onto the back of a chair.

  The guys were slack-jawed. She was wearing a fabulous, short red dress, cinched at the waist with a black belt and a plunging neckline that revealed plenty of her perfect cleavage. The guys all knew that Mike had the best-looking wife but they never got to see her looking like the knockout that was in front of them. Vicki smiled and ignored their eyes.

  “Listen, I know you guys like to scream and curse at the officials so I’m going to leave you alone. I’m getting Mike’s mom and we’re going shopping together and I’ll be back in a few hours. The lasagna is in the oven and it will be ready at halftime. Dave, I understand you are the designated driver today, right?”

  “Yup, I’m on the wagon today,” he chirped.

  “Well, as a reward I made your favorite dessert. Kathy told me that would be peach cobbler?”

  The guys were all in awe but Dave was floored, “Are you serious? You made me peach cobbler?”

  “Yes I did. Hey, it’s a small reward for getting people home safely. It’s in the fridge and it’s all for you,” she said sweetly.

  There were mock groans from all the others. And Mike jokingly said, “Dave gets something special? What the hell? What do I get that’s special.”

  Vicki gave Mike the sexiest look in the world, “Honey, what special treat would you like?” she asked.

  The guys all chuckled and and Mike answered with a grin, “I’ll tell you later, in private.”

  “Well, whatever it is, Baby, the answer is yes!” Vicki answered seductively.

  The guys jeered with innuendo and Jerry said said with a laugh, “Wow. In my house the answer is always no.”

  Vicki laughed along with the guys, then added, “Mike knows I’ll never say no to anything he wants.”

  Jerry wanted to test her. “C’mon, anything? There’s no way. What if he said he wanted a three-way?” More laughter.

  Vicki just smiled, “I told you, Jerry, all he has to do is ask. Nothing is more important than his happiness.” She bent down and gave Mike a slow kiss, giving the others plenty of time to check out everything her little dress revealed. “You guys have a great time and enjoy the game!” she said, and walked out the door.

  As soon as the door closed the guys looked at Mike in disbelief. “What the fuck did you do to get a wife like that?” asked Jerry.

  Dave agreed, “Yeah, Mike, what the fuck? I mean, Vicki has always been cool but I’ve never seen her like that. What’s the deal?”

  Mike never felt more proud of Vicki. She did an awesome thing for him by showing his friends what a great wife he had. And she did it without tipping off anybody about the real intimacy in their relationship. The only thing better than having the best wife in the world was having your buddies know you had the best wife in the world. Mike just played it cool, “What can I say? I got a great wife.”

  They all had a great time watching the game and eating like hogs. When Vicki got home everyone had left and Mike couldn’t wait to thank her. He told how they guys all asked him how he managed to get Vicki to spoil him. They both laughed. “I do spoil you,” Vicki said.

  “Yeah, but not the way they think you do,” Mike added. “Could we really have a threesome?” he asked.

  She giggled, “We already did, Honey.”

  It took a second for that to register with Mike, “Oh…well, yeah. With two guys. That isn’t what I was thinking about,” said Mike and they both cracked up with laughter.

  “Guys always say ‘three-way’ but they never visualize it the way a girl does,” Vicki said. They laughed and hugged and enjoyed their private world. Vicki looked at Mike and said, “You know what? Remember when we talked about how there was spark in our relationship way back when we we’re doing stuff like quickies at my parent’s house? And how there was anticipation and excitement in those days? Well, that’s what we have now. Except it’s not our parents that don’t know what we’re doing, it’s everyone. It’s all our friends.”

  Mike was quick to agree. “My god. You’re absolutely right. That is a huge part of it for us. We have a private, secret lifestyle that nobody could guess and there’s such a thrill in not being found out and of secretly doing things, even in public, without anyone knowing what we’re doing. It’s so perfect. This never needs to stop. We can enjoy it for as long as we want. Honey, I swear, you’re the best wife I could ever have.” They kissed.

  “And you’re the best husband…Michael.”

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