Just Another Wednesday Night

So here I am, married to my work as much as to my spouse. Tonight though, it's all about the real workhorse in the bedroom, that's a joke, but somehow the term 'workhorse' fits both machines and marital sex quite well. You'd think after ten years of marriage there wouldn't be any surprises left, but I found myself tonight at home, late, with my wife wanting something different from our usual routine. She wanted to pretend she was someone else, a dominant, demanding her every need be met without question or hesitation. I'll admit, it took some getting used to. The idea of bowing down to an authoritative figure isn't exactly my go-to fantasy, but the way she described what she needed made it impossible for me to resist. So there we were, in our living room with the lights low and a playlist that was decidedly less romantic than usual. She sat on a chair while I knelt before her, ready to fulfill whatever desires she had. And oh boy, did she have them, every demand came paired with specific instructions for what she wanted me to do next. It's hard to describe the sensation of being in control yet also completely submissive at the same time. My wife was incredibly vocal about everything she wanted, from how I touched her to the exact rhythm of my thrusting. There were no secrets, no room for interpretation; it was all there laid out clearly and bluntly, just like my code. When we finished, we both felt a mix of satisfaction and relief. It's funny how sometimes you need that kind of roleplay to remind yourself what normal is again.