Happiness is a House Husband
by
GiCWrites
My first husband was a typical man. I thought he loved me and admired my ambition. We met in law school so he knew I was an intelligent and independent woman. Our marriage only lasted 5 years. After we had both passed the Bar; I passed the first time, it took him 3 tries. I should have known then that we wouldn't last. It was over when I made partner before he did. He was threatened by my success and began to insist that I get pregnant. When I refused to rush starting a family, he left me. It wasn't pretty. I remember screaming at him as he left.
"Good! Get the fuck out! I'm the better attorney. I wrote the pre-nup and I'm keeping the house!"
It was true. He knew it, and I did keep the house. I'd chosen it and I'd decorated it. It was my house he was just in it. So there I was in my perfect Riverdale, NY revival style house; a partner in a prestigious Manhattan law firm, blonde, beautiful and alone. I began to think about what kind of man would really make me happy. After a few years of dating guys just like my ex and getting the final decree of divorce; I thought I knew the answer. My biological clock was about to begin its countdown too. I was 34. I decided to utilize the power of the internet and created a dating profile. I completed all the basic information and posted a very nice bikini shot of me at Jones Beach. In the free text area I wrote:
Wanted: Househusband
Applicant must cook, do all household chores, lawn work, and manage the maintenance of a 5 BDRM home and 2 automobiles. Must have IQ of at least 140, be fit, healthy, have a great libido and a monogamous nature. He should want a family in the future and plan to be the stay at home parent. Benefits include: the pleasure of being dominated and cared for by a successful and kind woman, the possibility of daily sexual gratification, car, a weekly allowance as well as the freedom to work part time with prior approval. Other benefits are negotiable. Would you like to live happily ever after?
I did not believe that the man I sought would materialize but I now believe anything is possible. We first met for lunch near my office. It was a Monday. For me it was love at first site but I couldn't let him know. He was like a dream to me. His dark wavy hair was tousled around the sharp features of his face, which was covered with razor stubble. He stood straight up as I approached. His shoulders were broad and muscular. I looked up at him even in my 4 inch heels, so I knew he was about 6 feet tall. He had a majestic quality that caused me to want to bow to him. His hands enveloped mine as we introduced ourselves. I looked up into his grey eyes and immediately imagined fucking him. It had been a while.
"Zander, my friends call me Z."
"Leora, my friends call me Lee. Strange coincidence, our names, do you have any Greek heritage? "
"I do." He answered and smiled broadly. "You are very beautiful Leora. You are far more beautiful than the photo. I am so pleased to meet you. I was surprised when you agreed to meet me so quickly."
"You were the only man to contact me, I thought there was no point in exchanging messages and email when you told me you lived in Manhattan. People can only discover chemistry in person after all."
"So true, I brought a resume for you in case you wanted to check up on me."
"That's nice, I will take it." I was struggling to maintain the dominant role I'd professed to want as I slid the paper into my briefcase. "Tell me what you do Zander?"
"Well I guess you could say I am a starving artist. I paint. I also work as a personal trainer when I need money. So I thought being with a woman like you might allow me the freedom to be the artist I am. I do want a family, and I could live with, and perhaps enjoy the nontraditional roles you propose as long as I am always the man in public."
"That sounds fine. I do not want to be the man. I do want it to be understood that I am in charge unless I specifically state otherwise. In public we would appear to be like any other couple… I find you very attractive are you attracted to me?"
"Yes. I love natural blondes. I think we could make very beautiful children together."
"Will you make yourself available to me this weekend?"
"Yes Leora, I will." He smiled.
"I'll review your resume and contact you."
"May I hail a cab for you or walk you back to your office?"
"You may walk me." I couldn't help but smile up at him. I feared it was the smile of a school girl with a crush, not that of a strong dominant woman.
He was so hot I commenced the in depth background check immediately. Much to my delight he checked out just fine. He was 30. Average suburban American family, NYU Art school graduate, never married, no kids, clean drivers license, not so great credit score. I decided that this warranted further exploration. I'd spend the weekend in the city. I made a reservation at the Marriott Marquis, got theatre tickets and some new lingerie. I'd never played the dominant role before and wondered what Zander might be expecting. I imagined him serving me wearing nothing but black silk boxers and a black leather collar with leash for whipping if necessary. Hey, I wasn't completely sheltered; I'd seen some pornography in college. I intended to fully explore the possibilities of this fantastic life plan. I called him Wednesday afternoon when I got home from work to plan for our weekend together. I had 'butterflies' for the first time in my life.
"Hello Zander? It's Leora. I'd like to plan for the weekend."
"Tell me your plan then."
"I reserved a room at the Marriott Marquis and I got tickets to a show. I'd like you to decide where we'll dine before the theatre."
"That sounds fine. Would you like me to meet you at the hotel?"
"Yes please call me from the lobby and I'll come down when I'm ready."
"Is there anything else you require of me between now and then Leora?"
"I don't think so."
"Well I am looking forward to seeing you and serving you in any way you desire Leora. I only seek to please you and submit to you."
I was speechless. I felt like I'd won the Lotto jackpot. This gorgeous, intelligent, artistic man REALLY wanted to allow me to have my way with him! I tried to keep my cool, but as I said, it had been a while. My panties were already wet for this guy.
"Thank you, I'll see you Friday. Plan to be with me through Saturday afternoon and if you do as you are told, maybe forever." As I hung up I felt a sexual heat come over me. I couldn't wait for Friday, I went to my bed pulled my vibrator from the night table and clicked it on. I released my sexual energy as I thought about Zander; pushing my rabbit into my wet cunt until I came.
By Friday I'd purchased the silk boxers, the collar and the leash. I was ready to make this man mine. When he called me from the lobby bar I'd just slipped my little black dress on over my black lace thong. That's what's so great about dresses; panties, dress, shoes, done. So I buckled my black patent leather stiletto Mary Jane's and went downstairs to meet him. He was sitting at the bar in a charcoal gray Versace suit. His face was clean shaven and his hair was tamed, combed straight back smoothly. I was smitten. We had Martini's then went on to dinner and the theatre as planned. He was as charming and funny as he was handsome. I was convinced that he was my intellectual counterpart before we returned to the hotel. That left only our sexual compatibility to be determined.
"Do you want to kiss me?" I asked him as we rode the elevator up to my room.
"Do I want to kiss you? I want to fuck you Leora. I want you to tell me how you like it and demand that I fulfill your needs."
"Start with kissing me here, now." When he kissed me he made it clear that he was perfectly capable of being the man. We went to my room.
"Take off your clothes and put these on. I'll be right out." I told him tossing the boxers and the collar toward him as I went into the bathroom. I undressed and put on my white silk robe. I held the leash in my hand as I re-entered the room. I laid the leash across the bed. Zander stood there waiting for me. His chest hair was smooth and fine. It surrounded his dark nipples and grew toward the center narrowing down into the shorts. His chest and abdominal muscles were perfectly sculpted and he had put the collar on as instructed.
"I'll need you to bathe me then you'll make love to me to prove your worth." I told him holding the leash in my hands. He walked to the bathroom and opened the faucet.
"Would you like a bubble bath my love? May I refer to you as my love?"
"Yes, and yes my love. I'd like you to tell me everything you love about me as you bathe me."
"Come in then and see if I've adjusted the water temperature to your liking."
I stood in front of him and he untied the belt of my robe. I turned my back to him and let him take it off me. I tied my long blonde hair up. As he hung up the robe I got into the warm sudsy water. He was soon kneeling beside me. He took the washcloth and began to stroke my back and neck.
"I love you're your pouty lips, your Tinker bell nose and your violet eyes. I love your soft white skin and your long delicate neck. I hope you'll be a model for one of my paintings someday." He moved the wash cloth over me and spoke. "I love that your breasts fit so completely into my hands and the pale pink of your petite nipples. I love your svelte body, long legs and polished toe nails. I love you're the hint of soft blonde hair on your pussy. I love that you enjoy art and theatre. What I love most about you is that you propose to care for me and have me serve you every way. "
As I laid there in the warmth of the bathtub experiencing his touch and listening to this gorgeous man exalt me I felt a state of calm that I would cherish for the rest of my life. As the water began to cool I got out. Zander toweled me dry from head to toe kissing me softly everywhere as he did so. He carried me to the bed laying me down gently as he pulled back the linens. His state of arousal was poking through the boxers. He again kneeled beside me and began to his my mouth with a zeal I gratefully returned. As I touched his face and neck I realized that the collar would make him mine. The exhilaration that this notion gave me was so empowering that my body began to respond to him more intensely.
He gently kissed my breasts holding them in his big hands and rubbing his coarse face against them. He moved down my abdomen tonguing my navel. I could not contain my excitement.
"Kiss my cunt!" I shouted at him grabbing the leash and lashing him across his back.
"Yes my love." He answered. His grin told me I had given him exactly what he wanted.
His mouth felt like it was made to master my cunt. His tongue stroked the hood of my clit to expose it fully. He licked it until I came and gave him another lashing with the leash.
"Penetrate me with your tongue now!" He thrust his long tongue into me curling it to touch my spot until I came again for him. I wanted to demand he fuck me then but I waited. He kissed my puffy cunt lips just as he had the lips on my face tenderly tonguing me as I relaxed again.
"Kiss my ass now! Show me that you love every part of me." I gave him two more lashes.
"Yes my love." He grinned. I'd pleased him again.
He kissed the lips of my face as he rolled me over. He stroked my crack repeatedly from my clit to the small of my back. Then he sucked on my asshole with his lips. Just as I thought my anticipation would force me to scream again his tongue entered me. His hand cupped the mound of my cunt and his thumb caressed my clit as he tongued my ass until I came again. As the orgasm sent my body into spasm he pushed his tongue into my ass as far as he could then withdrew it and replaced it with his index finger. He fingered my ass until the orgasm finally subsided.
"Fuck me!" I screamed as I rolled over onto my back. I wanted to withhold my cunt from his cock but I didn't have the strength. I needed his cock inside me. He stood up and let the boxers fall to the floor. His cock was big and thick with an ample circumcised head. I wanted to suck the pre cum from the tip of it but resisted. As he moved toward me I spread my legs for him. He reached his left hand behind my neck as he slipped his cock into my hungry cunt with his right hand.
"Fuck me. Fuck me good and hard until I cum at least five more times before you cum."
"Yes my love."
He fucked me from the front ferociously pounding my cunt; I came again and again pushing back toward him even when his big cock hurt me. He rolled me over and fucked me on my knees with my ass in the air. He was fingering my ass as he fucked me with the same fervor until I came again. Then he fucked me smooth and easy as we spooned. He fondled pinched and pulled my nipples as his cock continued to make my cunt its own. I moaned with pain and pleasure. I had no words.
"May I come now my love?" He whispered as he pushed hard into me.
"Yes my love." He held me close as he filled my gratified cunt with his cum.
We began to plan our wedding later that same week. Ten years later I still get wet just thinking about putting that collar on him and lashing him to remind him who is in charge. He has never failed to fulfill any of the requirements I outlined for him. Our house is always clean. Dinner is always on the table when I get home from work. Our two beautiful daughters are honor roll students. Most importantly Zander has had the freedom to be the artist that he is and the nude paintings he has done of me show me through his eyes. I am so much more beautiful and so much more fulfilled as his master or is he who has mastered me?
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Mon, 5th April, 2010
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