A Real Man Submits his Wife

EVERYBODY KNOWS A WOMAN LIKE THAT. Confident. Beautiful. Gets what she wants, no matter what. To the common man, they seemed untouchable. To the common woman, they seemed like the coldest, out-of-touch bitches imaginable. They were not made to be your friends. They were obstacles to navigate around as you moved through life, and you hoped you were not someone they thought was in their way.

Grace was such a woman.

And Norm was the lucky man to have her.

But Norm had one big problem. He had it all. Outside of his gorgeous wife, he was tall, handsome, successful, and people were drawn to him like bees to honey.

His big issue was loyalty. Grace’s fatefulness was as resilient as the pyramids. Norm would have loved nothing more than to share his woman with a football team. The number of hints he had lying around was obscene. He had tried anything, within reason, and without outright saying it, to corrupt his woman, but Grace was standing firm. She went through her life, seemingly ignorant of her husband’s desire.

To her, cucking her husband made no sense. It was not something she could naturally consider, let alone think about it in any meaningful capacity.

Norm was forced to live with the painful knowledge that he was the one fucking his wife. A woman of such fine quality was supposed to be shared and enjoyed by others, but as of now, six years after they started dating, and four after they tied the knot, his cock was the only one that had slipped in her pussy. A grave injustice, indeed.

‘You are hot,’ he told her.

‘That is true,’ she grinned and met his eyes in the mirror.

Grace stood stark naked in front of her vanity. She wore only her high heels, and she was in the process of putting on her earrings. Her husband had an envious vantage point. He observed her figure, and his hand shamelessly landed on his clothed crotch. He sat on the bed in his tuxedo and didn’t care in the slightest that the fabric could crinkle.

Her body was long and lean. Her breasts were small but full, round as grapefruit halves, with nipples the color of pale rose petals. They looked a bit to the side on her chest. The cups were naturally firm, and they stood proud and high on her chest without the help of a bra. The flesh slightly quivered as her fingers attached the earrings to her ears. When she reached up to fasten her second earring, they lifted with the movement, showing off the smooth underside where a few faint blue veins traced toward her sternum.

Her waist cinched in tight above her hips. The skin was unmarked and soft, but the muscle beneath held its shape. Below her navel, a neat triangle of dark blonde hair had been trimmed close to the skin, and she kept it that way deliberately. It drew the eye down to the cleft of her vulva, the outer lips closed and plump as a ripe fig.

Her legs went on for miles. The backs of her thighs carried a slight dimple where they met her buttocks, and her ass was two tight handfuls, heart-shaped and high. When she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, checking her reflection, the cheeks flexed and relaxed, constantly revealing the secrets inside her crack. She was not a fan of towel drying, so her softest parts were glistening still.

She turned her head slightly, not to look at him but at herself, and the skin across her shoulder blades stretched smooth. There was no tan line anywhere. Every inch of her was the same, even cream color. Her heels added four inches, which made her look almost as tall as her husband.

‘Done,’ Norm said. ‘You look amazing that way.’

Grace grimaced in the mirror. She then turned and pressed her bare butt against the edge of the table. She crossed her legs while leaning back, but the blonde strip and the top of her slit remained visible under the bright light.

‘Give me the dress,’ she said.

‘Do I have to?’ He groaned. ‘I’d love to take you like that.’

‘I bet you would. And what would everyone else say?’

‘That I am the luckiest man alive.’

‘Don’t they already say that?’

‘They do,’ he nodded. ‘But they have no idea how true that is.’

‘Come on,’ she beckoned him with her fingers.

‘You are no fun,’ he sighed.

‘You are right. Imagine how disappointed everyone would be if they found out your wife is only looking good, but she is boring as fuck.’

Things were tense, as usual. The two loved to tease and play on the edge of full-blown scandal.

Grace almost sat on her vanity and slightly spread her legs. Her pussy flaps split. She expected her husband’s eyes to go between her thighs, but his gaze remained firmly on hers.

‘Tired of seeing my snatch?’

‘Tired of you hiding it,’ he said.

The woman narrowed her eyes. She felt there was something clearly unspoken between them. But she was not really in the mood to dig.

‘I may have a surprise for you,’ Norm said first and got up from the bed.

‘A surprise?’ She raised an eyebrow.

‘You know not to ask,’ he offered her the dress.

‘I do, doesn’t mean I am not going to.’

‘Soon, you will see.’

While he was close, he let his eyes wander down. Norm ogled her breasts and leaned to the side to see her pussy with more clarity. He then squatted down and gave her folds a quick kiss. Grace giggled, and her eyelids fluttered while her husband’s big, soft lips darted across her pussy.