House Husband: Parts 1-7 by Katt Ford

Author:Katt Ford
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-06-27T04:00:00+00:00

Husband Training

"Nine."

As the bar descended toward my chest, I breathed in deeply, letting my ribs expand toward the lowering steel. The muscles in my arms and shoulders were burning. I could feel my arms trembling with the effort of holding the weighted bar in position. Our basement gym equipment didn't always get the use it should have. But lately, it was seeing plenty of action.

"Come on baby, one more." Carrie raised her voice to make her words heard above my ragged breathing. She was standing beside the weight bench, her green eyes shining as she looked down at me. And I looked up at her from where I lay. After all that had changed in the last little while, I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised at finding myself in another entirely new situation. But I was. Carrie and I never worked out together. As a general rule, she had never liked me to see her sweat. And ordinarily, I felt the same way. Exercise, when I took it at all, was something I preferred to do in solitude. But that, apparently, was no longer in the cards.

And Carrie certainly wasn't there to work out herself. She was wearing a dress, white on top with a black skirt, that wrapped her body the way a sheath wraps a blade. Her high heels clicked on the concrete floor of the basement whenever she took a step. Once upon a time, my wife had always dressed comfortably at home, preferring yoga pants or pajamas to relax in. But over the last few days, I had noticed the change. All of a sudden, Carrie was swanning around the house like a fashion model. As though she had rediscovered all her nicest clothes that had been languishing unused in the back of her closet. I knew what was going on, of course. I knew it was just an outward sign of the growing sexual confidence my wife was feeling. And with everything that was going on between us, how could Carrie not feel like a goddess? I did everything she said. I let her tie me up and use me for her pleasure. I started every day with my head between her legs, eating her out without any thought of her reciprocating. I had to earn every orgasm she gave me, whereas she considered herself entitled to as much pleasure as she wanted.

And I didn't argue. Maybe I was starting to believe it myself. Or maybe it was just that Carrie was so undeniably sexy when she took control, when she bossed me around. I couldn't resist her. And neither of us could deny what it had done to our sex life. Things have never been like this between us, not since we were first dating. We could barely keep our hands off one another. If I hadn't spent so much time tied up in one way or another, I would've been all over Carrie more or less 24 hours a day. She had more self-control than I did.

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