Happy Life, Dominating Wife

The day of her party had arrived and Mary was excited beyond words, she had been to one of these type parties years ago in her teens and now she was hosting one. She and fourteen of her friends were going to cram into our lounge tonight for an Ann Summers party. It's basically a night of drinking, laughter and debauchery where women get to slag off their husbands and compare them probably very unfavourably, to the sex-toys on sale.

Mary's cousin Annabelle has started to host these parties over the last year or so, they had gown up very close and were like sisters. Annabelle probably knew my Mary better than I, her own husband did. I was chatting with Brian last week down the pub after work, he was telling me that since she has been doing these, their sex-life has gone from stale to red hot. He is having trouble keeping up with her after a night of sexual toy sales, she comes home insatiable. Brian and Annabelle married the year before we did, Mary was her maid of honour, Brian works with me down the warehouse on the forklifts.

I was secretly hoping some of this sexual high might rub off on my Mary, our sex life had dwindled of late, no, not of late, that's a lie. To be honest, it had been almost non-existent for at least a year or two now.

She had always been the adventurous one, she was the one that wanted more dangerous sex, outside or where we might be caught, or in the cinema or a bus, anything that made it more exciting, she was up for it.

We have been married coming up to eight years and we had two children in quick succession, really its since then our intimacy has been near non-existent. I can't put it all on her though, we are both tired what seems like all the damn time.

She says that it's me, that I don't ask anymore or make a move on her. I suppose she is right in a way and I have gotten lazy. In my defence, like I say, she has always been the more domineering one in our bedroom. It seems to be the way she likes it, she likes to be on top or tells me what she likes so I go with it. To be quite honest, I like it that way too but after looking after the kids all day I can understand that she doesn't want to look after me too.

Mary's parents have the kids over once a month and so do mine, so we do get time alone. It just seems that if we go to the pub or out for a meal, when we get back we are both too knackered to think of anything but sleep.

Anyway, the party, it was lovely to see her excited. She had this spring in her step all day getting everything ready for the night ahead. The house was full of food of all types, curry, sandwiches, chilli, cold meats. Whatever she could think of, I guarantee it would be sitting on the worktops of our kitchen under clingfilm. A massive bowl of punch with an empty bottle vodka alongside it adorned the dining room table along with spirits and mixers of every kind, the ladies were in for a fun night.

As her friends started to arrive she told me that I had to make myself scarce, I had a night of snooker planned with my friend Harry, so at 7pm I made my way exit quietly leaving her to her fun. My evening was perfect, I beat him 5 to 3 so it meant it was Harry's treat this week.

I returned home at 11pm to a crescendo of noise as I opened the front door, they were all still at it. I thought the party would've been over an hour ago at least, but the sounds of women whooping and squealing in excitement from my lounge filled the air. I made my way quietly into the kitchen to find a dozen empty bottles of wine, half eaten food and two empty vodka bottles in the sink.

"Damn, these women are worse than their husbands." I said under my breath.

"Gordon!" came a shriek from the doorway, it was Rosie our loudmouth nosey neighbour.

"Girls, girls, Gordy is back." She screamed over her shoulder at the top of her very annoying voice.

With that, she came at me like a bull. She stumbled on her way spilling half her glass of red wine onto the tiled floor. I jumped to avoid the splashback to no avail, the wine soaked the bottom of my new jeans from my knees down.

"Fuck sake Rosie!" I shouted at her and grabbed for a dishcloth.

"It'pths ok" she slurred. "Come here," she was a mess, drunk as a skunk.

She made a grab for the waistband of my jeans and was at my feet frantically trying to stand by pulling herself up my body.

"Rosie, Stop!" she somehow managed to get the top button undone before I escaped her grasp, just then my wife walked in.

I was backed against a worktop and Rosie is at my feet on her knees, I am trying my level best to slap her hands away and do up the button as my wife looked on open-mouthed.

"Well?" she says.

"I-I-I," I manager to stammer in panic. Shit, I am fucked, I thought.

I notice a smile crack her lips, this I was not expecting. I was expecting a tirade of abuse followed by pots and pans flying in my general direction.

Rosie managed to scramble to her feet, pulling herself up by the worktop and slouching against it unsteadily. She had absolutely no idea of the predicament she put me in.

"Mare, his jeans." She said, pointing to my legs. "His jeans, the wine, soaked, hic!"

With that, she falls against a cabinet and slides back down in slow-motion back into the puddle on the wine-soaked floor.

I am still terrified of what the situation looks like and slyly tried to do up the button without my wife seeing it.

"It's ok." She said, "I was just behind her when she came in. You are sooooo lucky," she continued grinning, "I saw it all."

Mary reached out and took my hand,

"Come on, meet the girls."

She tugged at my hand and I stepped over the prostrate Rosie who was flapping about like a fish.

"I am ok, really, I'm ok." She mumbled as I looked down at her slipping about before some cursing was aimed at me as she tried to stand.

"Ladies, my Gordon....Gordon, the ladies." My wife announced, like I was being introduced at the mayors ball. Drunken whoops went up all round with quite a few embarrassing cat calls.

The sight before me was one to behold. One of her more petite friends Francis, who was normally a very quiet demure type of girl, had a belt around her waist and it had the biggest, most obscene rubber dong protruding from the front that I had ever seen.

All the women were as drunk as anyone could be, most were playing silly games in order to win prizes. One woman was on her knees in front of another, the one standing had a dildo protruding from her groin and the one kneeling had to get it from her using only her mouth while being cheered on by the assembled throng.

"Shit." I whispered to my wife. "Is this what goes on all the time at these things?"

"Sometimes," she said. "Annabelle is just about to do the orders, you cannot stick around for that, they are done in private."

Annabelle acknowledged me with a little wave and handed out the order forms. Mary gave me one of her evil glares, "Seriously love, you cannot be here while we order our things."

She shooed me out of the room, "Go on, upstairs with you."

As I walked from the lounge I saw Rosie hanging onto the walls for support, she was on her way back into the noisy room but it looked a real effort. She looked up and gave me a lopsided smile as I passed her.

"For god's sake" I thought, these are worse than any of us blokes on a night out.

Mary woke me at 2.35am, she was pissed. She somehow had gotten herself lost in our bed covers and was struggling to find a way out,

"Hi loverrr." She slurred, as her head appeared next to mine, then burped straight into my face. She then tried to kiss me which at 2.35am after just being woken up was the last thing on my mind, she stunk of booze so I shoved her to her side of the bed and told her to go to sleep.

The next morning was Saturday I woke about 8am and went to see to the children. I took them to the park to allow her to get a peacefully lay in. We had a lovely morning and went to the local café for a breakfast before making our way home at around 3pm. She was still in bed but eventually dragged herself up around four in the afternoon.

"Good night was it?" I said laughing at the state she was in. She looked like she had been dragged through a garden hedge and sat on by a herd of elephants. It took her another 2-3 hours to recover properly before she could tell me how the night went.

"Annabelle wants to do another here." She said, "If its ok with you. She sold over two grand of sales last night, over two grand!"

"Really?" I said, surprised.

"I get 15% commission on that." she said, excitedly.

"What did they all buy?" I asked, really, really wanting to know who had bought what.

"You know I can't tell you that." She said, "its secret, and anyway each sale is in a sealed envelope so no-one knows what each person bought, only Annabelle."

"Ok," I said defeatedly. "All right then, what did you buy?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out, in six days."

Apparently, Annabelle would bring the whole kit and caboodle around here in a weeks-time and Mary would collect the money and dish out the parcels to the names attached.

Mary was different after Friday night, she was more attentive, definitely more loving and definitely more aggressive in bed. Until now it had been me that needed to initiate sex and like I said, that was rare. To be honest, it had to be me that initiated any form of intimacy, even a kiss when I got home from work. That changed after the party, that night she practically dragged me to bed at 10.30pm and we were still awake at 2am which was very unusual.

She was insatiable and had me go down on her numerous times, which again was unheard of since before the children. It used to be my favourite form of intimacy, she would sit on my face while I sucked and ate her for all I was worth. I myself managed to get a hardon far more times, and far quicker than I normally would, probably from the excitement of the way she was acting.

Brian was right, I decided there and then that she was so going to host more of these parties if I had anything to do with it.

We had a long lay in on Sunday, I was awoken by her mouth. I was in the middle of a dream, an erotic dream, her mouth was wrapped around me. I slowly opened my eyes to feel a weight on my legs, at first I thought the dog had snuck into the bedroom and crept up onto the bed. As my eyes took in what it was, I noticed the lump moving under the covers and realised she was sucking me off!

This had never happened in all the years of our marriage, even when we were courting she would've never done this, this was new and I fucking loved it.

I could feel I was close, just the thought of what she was doing had me close. Her hand wrapped around my balls and she squeezed gently. Now normally a blow job wouldve a fast affair, she would just bob away as fast as she could to get it done and over as quickly as she could.

This didn't even feel like my Mary down there, this was gentle, loving. She was making love with her mouth in a way she had never done before, she was fucking awesome. Suddenly I thought, "Shit, it is her isn't it?"

A rush of panic hit me and I raised the covers slowly, she looked up, took me from her lips and blew me a kiss before taking me back in, this time right to the back of her throat.

"Fuck!" I wheezed, and grabbed her hair for support.

This time she sucked hard, so hard that it almost hurt. She left all but the head of my cock in her mouth and started to jack me off. The suction was unbearable as she sucked like she was drawing a thick milkshake up a straw. The hand cupping my balls dropped lower and I felt a finger slide over my asshole, that did it, I spewed hot cum into her mouth.

Volley after volley pumped from me into her and she kept sucking, I was drawing breaths like I had run the London Marathon and she kept sucking. She sucked and jerked right through the orgasm without missing a beat, I was totally spent.

She crawled up and I was expecting her to find a cup or something to spit it into but she didn't, she smiled and opened her mouth. It was gone, for the first time ever she had swallowed.

Mary took my bewildered face into her hands and leant down to kiss me, her tongue snaked between my lips and I could taste myself on her. She made sure she slipped that tongue everywhere inside my mouth, over my teeth, my gums and tongue, transferring whatever was left in her mouth to me. I willingly let her because this was amazing, this wasn't my wife, was she possessed? I hoped so.

Without a word she slipped from the bed and went downstairs. Ten minutes later she appeared at the door with a tray, toast, tea. What the fuck! She had never done anything this nice before.

"What's going on Mare?" I asked questioningly.

"Nothing," she said with a smile. "Can't I just be nice to my favourite hubby?"

"No, seriously, what's going on?"

Just then Millie came crashing through the door like the hurricane she is and bounced up onto the bed nearly sending the tray flying.

"Daddy, daddy, can we go to the fair today, you promised, you promised."

I sighed, "Ok, ok, I suppose I did promise didn't I? let's all have breakfast and get dressed first though, eh?"

With that she was gone and running to tell her brother, just as fast as she had come in.

"I'll go get their breakfast." Mary said, "Love you." she added as she left the bedroom.

"What the fuck." I whispered under my breath, this was not her, she didn't do lovey-dovey stuff.

Millie and Darren were flying around on the dodgems smashing into anything they could find to smash into. Annabelle had Millie and Mary had Darren, the kids were steering while the ladies dictated the speed. Myself and Brian chuckled as the kids screamed for them to go faster with head-on collisions a plenty. I was glad it was not me out there getting my bones rattled.

"You were right mate, those parties are awesome for your sex-life." I said as I gently elbowed him in the ribs.

"Fucking right eh!" he said with a grin. "I am never letting her give them up." Then roared with laughter.

"I take it that Mare sorted you out over the weekend then?"

"Didn't she just, she is fucking insatiable mate!"

"You think it's good now, you just wait until the toys she ordered come!"

"What?"

"The toys, they come next week." He said.

"You know what she ordered?" I said, thinking he can't know, no-one knows.

"Of course," he chuckled, "I sneak a peek at all the orders when Annebelle isn't there."

"Fuck, you dirty sneaky bastard!"

Just then the girls came back with the kids and I couldn't push him further.

"Daddy, daddy, candy floss." Squealed an excited Millie, pointing to a wagon just past the next stalls. Dragging me by the trouser leg, she pulled me in that general direction while I glared at my friend.

He smiled and winked which made it even worse.

We all sat eating burgers and hotdogs on the park benches as the kids played together, his and mine have always got along well together and they are all near to the same age. I tried to get Brian alone to ask more about the orders but try as I might, one of the women was always in earshot.

I resigned myself that I might have to wait until tomorrow at work to confront him, we work together in the same warehouse as forklift drivers for a big DIY store.

That night at home I was troubled that he knew what my wife had ordered and I didn't, it riled me a little, especially as she would tell me. I would just need to wait, she took my mind off it with another wonderful blowjob so it wasn't all bad.

Monday morning I grabbed him just after we clocked on,

"You still don't know?" he laughed.

"Fuck you asshole, just tell me." I was getting annoyed now.

"Ok, ok." He said, and he pulled me off to the side out of earshot of other workers.

"She has bought two vibrators and a pair of hand cuffs." He said with a huge grin. "Oh, and a strap-on!"

As I stood open-mouthed he turned to walk away.

I grabbed his shirt sleeve dragging him back.

"WHAT!"

"Yes, a big, black, realistic strap-on." He said, far too gleefully and with a grin that I wanted to slap off of his fucking face.

"Come on you two, Gordy, I need you to load the lorry on loading bay three asap please." It was our supervisor, Sian, I hoped and prayed that she hadn't overheard the conversation.

I turned back to Brian but he had started to walk away carrying some paperwork that Sian had handed to him.

"Now Gordon." She said. "It is waiting to leave."

"Fuck, fuck." I muttered, and headed toward my truck to fill the load.

Two hours later I saw him in the canteen line, I muscled in next to him and hissed, "We need to talk."

He filled me in on all the girls orders from the party, nurses uniforms, cuffs, dildo's sexy lingerie, the lot. The dirty fucker knew what each and every woman at the party had ordered.

My Mary had two vibrators, cuffs, lingerie, a horsewhip, a fucking horsewhip! lube and a strap-on! What the fuck did she want with all that? Was she having a lesbo affair? Oh Fuck!

"You tell no-one else Brian. I fucking mean it, this stays between us, got it!"

He still had that shit-eating grin on his face and it made me angry.

"Listen." I said, grabbing his shirt collar. "You say anything to anyone about this and I'll fucking do you, mate or no mate. Do you understand?"

I was seriously pissed now, what the fuck did she want with all that shit? It could only be that she was seeing someone else, this was why she was so suddenly into blowjobs and swallowing. It all started to make sense now and I felt sick to my stomach all afternoon.

I arrived home after my shift to an empty house, Mary was out with the kids at her mothers. I used the time to snoop around and find some evidence.

I went through the dirty laundry, nothing. Her panty drawers, again nothing. The laptop, she must have something hidden in a folder somewhere on her lappy.

We use the same password on most electronics that we have, I know it's a stupid thing to do but in this case it was a good thing.

It opened onto a picture of me, her and the kids.

"Fuck, she is jeopardising all this." For what?

There were quite a few files, I looked at the clock and I thought I had about an hour before she got home, just enough time.

The files were all innocent, photos of us and the kids and a couple of Annabelle and the kids.

"Shit!" I gasped as it dawned on me.

"Annabelle, she is fucking Annabelle!" It all made sense, everything fitted.

"Emails, it must be all on emails or her phone." I opened her browser and typed in her private email account, again, nothing.

Out of interest I typed in Ann Summers to her browser, just to see what the hype was about. Her browser window loaded up other websites she had previously visited too. There was Pornhub, Xhamster, Strap-on-tube whatever the fuck that was? I needed to find out though and the time was getting on.

For the next thirty minutes I sat watching various women fucking the brains out of their men-folk. To say I was shocked would be the biggest understatement of the year, she had been watching all this!

I heard the car, fuck they're home.

I went into full panic mode and slammed the laptop down and quickly shelved it back to where I took it from. For some reason I ran into the kitchen and put on the kettle, a cup of tea I thought and placed two cups on the counter. Yes, a cup of tea, that would sort it, NOT!

Shit! The laptop, fuck it! I didn't shut down the browser. Too late, the kids came running into the kitchen for their welcome home hugs.

"Daddy, daddy." They shouted and jumped into my open arms as I crouched to the floor to greet them both.

Mary came in just behind them kissed the top of my head ruffling my hair.

"Hi hon, were home." She said happily. "Ooh tea, you are a lifesaver, just what I need."