[New Year’s Eve update. Written yesterday😘] My apologies in..

[New Year’s Eve update. Written yesterday😘] My apologies in advance for an even larger number of grammatical errors and missed typos than usual in this post. Like many of you, I’m not exactly 100% today. But I thought it appropriate to update you on my night with Scott. It started off like any other New Year’s Eve with dinner and cocktails at the club. And there were, of course, additional cocktails at a gathering afterward, some choice words between me and my club nemesis, Janet, a champagne toast and kiss at midnight (not my husband btw😉), and a mildly humorous event involving the tires of a gorgeous Mercedes G-Wagon being hotly contested over in one of the more memorable divorces in club history. But the real fun didn’t start until my husband and I arrived in our bedroom (alone, I might add) at around 1:00am. Because that’s when I finally revealed to hubby some brand new lingerie that I’d been wearing the entire night. “Lingerie” might be a slightly inappropriate term for what I was wearing. Let’s just say that what I had on indicated a clear desire on my part to be completely in charge for the remainder of the night’s activities. The focal point of my little outfit was a black patent leather 5-buckle corset with a built in balconnette brassiere that provided amazing support while leaving my breasts otherwise completely exposed. Other than that, I wore only black stockings and a pair of satiny black panties of the crotchless variety. In my left hand I held a 12 inch long black leather riding crop that I had absolutely zero intention of actually using on my husband. Unless, of course, it became absolutely necessary. But if my attire hadn’t driven home the status of our current power dynamic well enough, the four sets of padded handcuff$ neatly arranged on the bed most certainly did. For his part, my husband seemed somewhat hesitant when I ordered him to strip down and lay on the bed. But like the good boy that he is, he did as he was told without question. If anything, he seemed mostly amused by the circumstances. A sentiment that he would quickly find fleeting. And that’s the point in our evening when I cranked up the heat to “ghost reaper” level. After fastening each of his appendages securely to the bed, I sat down beside my now completely nude husband, grabbed him firmly by his still-soft penis, and told him to listen carefully because I was about to go over some ground rules that he was only going to hear once. “Honey,” I began in a stern tone, “you will absolutely not speak unless spoken to, and you will answer each and every question addressed toward you respectfully with either a ‘yes ma’am’ or a ‘no ma’am’ - do you understand what I am saying?” “Yes ma’am,” he replied immediately. And I complimented him for being such a quick study. “Now then, rule number two,” I continued. “You will eat my pussy at all times that it’s even remotely within reach of your sexy mouth, is that clear enough for you?” “Yes ma’am,” my husband nodded. “Finally,” I said with a more gleeful tone of voice, “if you’re lucky enough to have me sit my asshole on your mouth, the only thing you’re to do is drive the tip of your tongue as far up into it as is physically possible, do you understand?” “Yes ma’am,” he nodded again in complete agreement. I could feel him beginning to stiffen somewhat in my hand as we went through the rules, and I smiled to myself. Things so far were going exactly as I’d planned. “And one more thing…” I said matter of factly with a slight pause for dramatic effect. “It’s not so much a rule as it is a warning,” I prefaced. “You will hear some things tonight while you eat my pussy that you might find somewhat uncomfortable - perhaps even disturbing.” “But rest assured,” I went on as I slowly repositioned myself to straddle his face, “these things absolutely need to be said.” With that I lifted my right leg across his torso and slowly began a progressive march forward that would end with my husband’s cute little European nose filled with the scent of my horny cunt. Little did hubby know it, but his night was about to get even more interesting.