The Execution

So how did the day work out?

Well, if I went into detail of all the things we got up to this would end up being a very, very long post so I’ll try to restrict this to a few brief observations.

First of all, I don’t think either of us are really cut out for the dom/submissive lifestyle. For one thing, I’m not exactly getting Sue to do anything that she isn’t more than willing to do. And she tends to be tuned in to what I want so that most of the time I don’t have to ask. Like when we were in the dining room and she’d finished sucking my cock, she was already climbing onto the dining table before I said anything. And then hesitated and said, “Um, that was what you wanted, was it?” I suppose if I had been a real dom I would have punished her for being presumptuous of something, but it was what I wanted so what the hell?

And, after all, her being perched on the edge of the dining table, with her legs open basically saying, “Come and fuck me” (even if she’s not saying it verbally) is a big turn-on for me.

Secondly, I learned that I do have limits. For whatever reason, whether it’s being in my late forties, or whether it’s to do with my vasectomy or whether it’s a sexual lifetime of trying to hold back for as long as possible, I don’t usually come very easily. Which means that I can normally maintain an erection for a very long time and fuck pretty much as long and hard as the rest of my body will allow. I’ve been fortunate that so far, apart from a brief phase about a year ago, I’ve very rarely had any problem getting and maintaining an erection when required. But by the evening my cock was definitely flagging.

By that time Sue’s aching muscles were really aching. She’d had so many orgasms that her abdomen, thighs and buttocks were really sore. And lying on the living room floor for a long time had made her lower back very painful. Suffice to say that up to early evening I had not been at all merciful on her aching muscles! But by the evening she was in some serious pain so I really didn’t think I could push her any more. And I was quite thankful, to be honest, because I don’t think my cock would have been up to it anyway.

So we spent the evening snuggled up on the sofa watching TV. My cock did start to stiffen fairly rapidly when she started fingering it and then started sucking it, though. So it hadn’t given up the ghost completely.

We didn’t quite fuck all day. There was an hour or so when I took the dog for a walk, and an hour or so when we had lunch, there was a couple of hours in the afternoon when I let Sue have some time in bed on her own before I joined her - but the rest of the time up to the end of the afternoon was pretty much spent in sexual activity of one kind or another.

This morning Sue had to go to work dosed up with Ibuprofen for all her aches and pains. Oops! And of course, she can’t really explain to her work colleagues why she is hurting so much!

Even though we didn’t strictly keep to the dom/submissive theme it was good to have a plan for the day and we had a lot of fun with it. And expectations were definitely exceeded from my point of view in executing The Plan. I’m very glad I sent that email.

[By the way, Sue’s aching muscles didn’t let her off from having sex this morning, cruel husband that I am!]

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