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DeAnn Mature Submissive Wife Part One
CHAPTER ONE:
We’re a happily married white couple in our mid 50s. We enjoy an active sex life and a big part of that is “role play.” Kinky, fetish, bondage, well, you know what I’m talking
about. Keeps the marriage fun and interesting. I’m Mark, 6′, 235lbs, and my role is that
of the dominate, and I do enjoy dominating submissive women, which includes my lovely wife DeAnn. All our play is based on a consensual adult power exchange. DeAnn has a safe word but has never used it (so far). Most of our play isn’t heavy on the S/M side but we sometimes dabble in that.
DeAnn is a horny mature blonde that really loves being submissive. She’s 5’3″, and a curvy 165lbs of sexy. Always shaved, usually in high heels, and although she prefers men, she will have sex with other women if she’s attracted to them or ordered to submit to them.
So now that I’ve laid out a little intro as to who we are, here’s a story that I want to share. I met a black guy through work; he’s rich and my crew was doing a construction job for him. His name is Robert and by the time the job was finished, we had become fast friends, especially after we discovered that we both shared the same taste in women. Submissive! His wife Candy is Asian, in her mid 30s, and a real sexy bitch. Robert invited me and DeAnn over for a BBQ, but he had a lot more in mind for that day. He shared his plan with me and I went home that night and told DeAnn that we had an invite for Saturday and that’s all she was allowed to know.
When Saturday rolled around I had laid out DeAnn’s clothes and she showered and
dressed and then we jumped on my Harley and rode over to Robert’s place. DeAnn was
wearing a zip front black leather halter top, and skin tight, black leather jeans. Under-
neath she had on black thong panties and a black shelf bra which supported her tits
but left them exposed. She also had on some black leather spike heeled boots and of course her black day collar. I have to say, she looked fucking hot.
As we walked up to the front door I told DeAnn sternly, “I want you to be a good girl today.”
She looked at me curiously and said, “Yes, Sir.”
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