Secret Life of a Domestic Housewife

I have a soft spot for military subs, when you get the right one under your thumb it's like magic when you work together. There is something special about unwrapping a present that's dressed in fatigues and has the "can do" attitude of a soldier. Here is one short story of my experience with a military sub.

My heartbeat quickened as I finished my text message, everything was set in place. I typically met with men beforehand at a sex-positive coffee shop but for this one, we had jumped straight into a meeting without any prior introduction. Neither of us seemed to care about the dangers that surrounded the other, risky behavior sure but I didn’t care at the time and by the look of the bulge in his pants he didn’t either.

Patrick had pulled into the driveway and had eagerly stepped out of his vehicle, his uniform covering his body in all the right ways. I am not one for patriotism but holy shit did he make his uniform look good. The green shirt clung to his muscular arms and defined chest made my cheeks warm and tingling, my breath turned shallow at the mere thought of what was about to happen.

“Nice to meet you, Patrick,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster.

“Yeah, you too,” he said hastily as he quickly approached me for a kiss pressing his body against mine, his arm wrapped around my waist. I allowed myself to melt into the action of his swift movements. He certainly wasn’t holding back or waiting for permission.

I started to kiss him back, challenging him in this new exchange we found ourselves in, gently biting his lip and running my hands along his body. I could feel myself getting excited as I touched him, grabbing his firm ass and running my fingers along his arms. I was so desperate to now remove those pants I was admiring just moments before.

My heartbeat quickened and I found myself flush, filled with

“Let’s get inside,” he whispered in my ear, pushing me up the front porch stairs.

I quickly turned around and led him into the home, straight into the kitchen where he whipped me around at the waist and pressed me against the kitchen island. He smirked as he started to kiss my neck sending chills down my spine and goosebumps over my arms. In one swift movement, he grabbed my ass and lifted me onto the island countertop. I couldn’t help but break out into a subtle, nervous giggle. I hadn’t been with such an eager partner before nor had I been with one who could so easily prove his trust. The fact that picked me up with such grace won my confidence that he could handle whatever I wanted from him.

As I sat on the countertop, melting into his kisses and licks of his tongue he stepped back and started to undress before me…. Dinner and a show, I thought to myself. He quickly removed his well-fitted uniform shirt, the cotton tight around his muscular arms. I rubbed my hands over his muscular chest and slid off the countertop pulling the waistband of his pants towards me I rubbed my hand over his bulge and started to pull him towards the bedroom behind me.

We stumbled together as we pulled and ripped at each other’s clothing, Patrick was forced to take a moment to unlace and remove his boots and I of course enjoyed the show.

As I lay on the bed waiting for him I found my fingers caressing myself. My fingertips danced over my hardened nipples and floated down my sides sending goosebumps over my body. I could have powered a small town with the electricity that was coursing through my body. My fingers made their way between my legs to my cunt. I toyed and teased myself slipping one finger in and out of my wet opening while watching him. Eventually, he looked up and caught my eye, seeing I was already pleasuring myself he made a low growl and quickly jumped onto the bed. He crawled over me and lowered his body to mine, I could feel the warmth of his skin and the weight of his cock as it grew against me.

He smiled as he lowered himself to my neck, licking, and nipple me with a tenderness I wasn’t expecting.

“Fucking kiss me.” I panted

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, and with power, I hadn’t experienced he grabbed the back of my head, brought me to him, and kissed me deeply.

We opened mouths exchanging dances with our tongues, sharing breath between one another, and biting each other’s bottom lips. His cock grew even more and I started to feel the sticky warmth of pre-cum drip from his head. My hand found my way to his member and I quickly directed him to the slit of my dripping pussy. He moaned into me as I gently guided his member up and down my slit, not allowing him full access to my warmth.

“I want you to beg me for it.” I told him in a throaty whisper and with that, he stopped, grabbed me by the waist burying his face into my soft stomach kissing me, looked me in the eyes, and said with perfect sincerity, “Mistress, please may I fuck your brains out.”

My eyes widened, “fuck yes you may” I responded with excitement, and with one swift movement he had slipped himself inside my pussy, a moan came from deep within my throat, he felt delectable inside me. He started to pump his hips as his hands led my hips in rhythmic circles.

“Oh god, yes.” I panted as he pumped deeper and harder into me.

He took one nimble finger and started to grind it against my clit harder and harder as he pumped until I came and as I came I flexed my inner muscles and gripped him tightly until I could feel him pulsing with cum. My eyes clamped shut and colors exploded behind my closed eyelids as he growled like an animal and emptied himself into me.

Our bodies jerked and convulsed as we slowly unwrapped ourselves from one another, spent and empty we laid on the bed together and exchanged glances.

“Want to come back next week?” I asked him slyly.

“Mistress, I come back as often as you like.”

“Good,” I responded “the shower is around the corner, be sure to bring a gift next time."