Part 1: The Forgotten Date
Emily and Michael had been married for five years. Not without occasional challenges, their union had nonetheless remained strong. However, as their sixth wedding anniversary approached, Michael found himself immersed in the chaos of his demanding job.Despite Emily dropping subtle hints and leaving reminders scattered around the house,
Michael’s mind remained preoccupied with work deadlines and meetings. As the fateful day arrived, Emily woke up with a hopeful heart, eager to celebrate the milestone of their love. Yet, as the day unfolded, Michael’s obliviousness to the significance of the date became increasingly apparent.
With each passing hour, Emily’s disappointment grew, her excitement turning to sorrow as Michael failed to acknowledge their special day. That evening, as they sat at the dinner table, Emily couldn’t bear to contain her feelings any longer.
“Michael,” she began, her voice trembling with emotion. “Do you know what today is?”
Michael looked up from his plate, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Um, Thursday?”
Tears welled up in Emily’s eyes as she realized the depth of Michael’s forgetfulness. Without another word, she excused herself from the table, leaving Michael alone with his thoughts and the weight of his mistake.
Part 2: The Consequence
As Emily retreated to their bedroom, she couldn’t shake the feeling of hurt that lingered within her. She loved Michael dearly, but his forgetfulness had struck a painful chord within her.
In the silence of their dimly lit bedroom, Emily sat on the edge of their bed, grappling with her emotions. Looking for emotional support, she texted her girlfriend, Sandy.
“Michael forgot our wedding anniversary. What should I do?”
Moments later Sandy replied.
“When my hubby fucks up, I fuck him.”
Emily was confused. Was “fuck him” a metaphor for punishing him? She asked Sandy to explain, and she texted back.
“I peg him with my strap-on, Dear. He hates it.”
Emily and Michael sex life had up to now been very vanilla. If anything, Michael had been the dominant one in the bedroom, and he was certainly the fucker.
She knew she couldn’t let Michael’s oversight go unnoticed—it was important for him to understand the significance of their anniversary and the hurt his forgetfulness had caused her. At first Emily dismissed Sandy’s suggestion, but the more she reflected on Michael’s transgression. She thought about their previous anniversaries, which had always concluded with sex. A few more texts were exchanged, and Sandy offered to lend Emily her strap-on.
With a determined resolve, Emily formulated a plan — an impactful consequence that would serve as a reminder to Michael of the importance of their relationship. Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and waited for Michael to join her.
When Michael entered the room, he found Emily sitting on the bed, her expression a mixture of sadness and determination. He approached her cautiously, his heart heavy with guilt for letting her down.
“Emily, I’m so sorry,” Michael began, his voice filled with remorse. “What can I do to make it up to you?”
Emily looked up at Michael. She knew he was genuinely remorseful, but she also knew that a lesson needed to be learned.
“Michael, I forgive you,” Emily said in a firm voice. “But I also think it’s important for you to understand the impact of your forgetfulness.” “You need to understand my perspective.”
With that, Emily revealed her plan — a simple yet meaningful consequence that would serve as a reminder to Michael of the importance of their relationship. And though Michael initially protested, he ultimately agreed to abide by Emily’s play, that they would exchange their traditional roles for the remainder of the day, even though he was uncertain exactly what that meant.
Michael and Emily agreed to a rest. They would celebrate their “anniversary” the following Thursday, and their roles would be “reversed.”
Part 3: Role Reversal
Emily had asked Michael to reflect on what she had done in the past to celebrate their previous anniversaries. He would come home to a special meal that Emily had prepared for the occasion, so he naturally offered to cook. Michael wasn’t a great cook, certainly not as good as Emily, but he knew his way around the kitchen. He designed an elaborate meal, found recipes on-line, and did the shopping.
Michael struggled in the kitchen to prepare the meal, but he powered through. When the meal was nearly finished, Michael went out to the garden and cut some fresh flowers for the table. When he returned, he found Emily had dressed for dinner. She wasn’t wearing a cute dress like she normally wore for their anniversaries, but rather a pair of black slacks and a crisp starched white dress shirt.
Michael was taken aback by Emily’s attire.
“You look very nice, Dear.”
Her response was surprising.
“I believe the adjective you are looking for is ‘handsome’, Honey.”
Michael took the hint and called her handsome. Emily replied,
“Honey, I laid out something for you to wear on the bed.”
Michael went to the bedroom and was shocked to see woman’s clothing on the bed, a dress, panties, and stockings. He turned around to find Emily standing in the doorway.
“May I watch you dress, Honey. I find it a turn-on.”
Michael stood motionless, his mouth open. Emily reminded him of their agreement. Only now did Michael realize that there would be elements of punishment for his forgetfulness. That there would be humiliation. Michael accepted his fate and even thought it would be kinky fun. He good-naturally performed a little striptease for his wife, and then put on the clothing she had given him.
The bikini panties were too high-cut to contain Michael’s nuts, which hung out comically. Emily chuckled while Michael struggled to cover his manhood. When it came to putting on the dress, he struggled to reach the zipper and half-jokingly asked Emily if she would mind helping him. Zipping him up, Emily commented on his appearance.
“You look beautiful, Sweetie.”
When they returned to the dining room, Emily took a seat at the head of the table, where Michael usually sat, and Michael served the meal. Their dinnertime conversation was intimate, and Emily spoke seductively, referring to Michael’s clothing.
“Your panties are sexy, Michael. I’m going to enjoy taking them off later.”
Michael was becoming sexually aroused. His flaccid penis began to swell in the panties and before long was poking out of the top of them. Emily continued the sexual innuendo.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking you tonight. It’ll almost be like our wedding night, when we consummated our marriage.”
Michael didn’t quite understand what she meant by that, but by now he had developed a full-on erection, which could be seen through the clear glass top of the dining room table. Emily indirectly referenced it.
“Are you getting aroused, Honey? Are you getting wet? Show me.”
Emily motioned at him to stand up. When Michael stood, his erection protruded from the front of the dress. Emily motioned for Michael to turn around.
“Lift your dress and show me your ass, Sugar. Bend over and pull your panties aside.”
Michael leaned on the back of a chair and did as he was told. When he pulled his panties aside, his anus was exposed and his balls hung between his legs like a steer..
“You have a pretty pussy, Michael.”
Michael stood up, surprised by what Emily had said. He thought it was funny, if not perhaps taking the charade a bit far. Emily stood up, took Michael’s hand, and led him to the bedroom.
“I bought you something special to wear, Michael.”
Emily went to the dresser drawer and removed a black negligee. It was a baby-doll style and sheer, practically transparent.
“Wil you wear this for me, Honey? You can dress in the bathroom.”
In for a penny … Michael took the negligee and retreated in the bathroom. Michael struggled to remove the dress, but eventually managed to get it unzipped. The negligee fit snuggly. It came with a pair of matching crotchless panties. When Michael put them on, his now-flaccid penis and balls passed through the slit. He thought it looked goofy, not at all sexy.
When Michael was dressed, he opened the bathroom door. The bedroom was dark. He turned off the bathroom light. The bedroom was then dimly lit by the streetlight in front of the house, which was filtered by the curtains. As Michael walked into the bedroom, Emily opened the curtains to expose Michael to the light.
“You look beautiful, Honey. Very sexy. Pirouette for me, will you?”
All Michael could make out was Emily’s outline, backlit by the light pouring through the window. He couldn’t even tell if she was wearing anything. Michael slowly turned around in place.
“Very fuckable, Sugar. Will you do something for me?”
Michael nodded yes.
“Will you bend over the bed. I want to fuck you.”
As Emily stepped away from the window, Michael could see she was wearing a strap-on.
“What the fuck, Emily!”
Emily moved close enough that Michael could see her smile.
“Bend over, Michael. I am going to turn you into a woman.”
Emily stood behind Michael, grabbed his hips, and pushed him towards the bed. When his shins were pressed against the bedframe, Emily pushed Michael’s legs apart and began rubbing his ass.
“You have a sexy butt, Sugar.”
Emily’s attitude was evolving as the evening progressed. She was becoming more aggressive. She was feeding off her new-found power. She was clearly enjoying dominating her husband. This had become more than just a vehicle to teach her husband a lesson. She was becoming sexually aroused. She felt her wetness beneath the strap-on.
Pushing against Michael’s back, he fell over, planting his face on the mattress. Emily tugged at his panties, pulling them to the side, and she started rubbing his anus. She had never before shown any interest in ass play, and it was the first time she had touched him there. Michael thought it actually felt good, but he was mortified by what he knew Emily had planned to do next.
“You have a very pretty cunt, Michael. May I fuck it?”
Michael had no interest in being sodomized, but he remained silent. Emily lubricated a finger and pressed it against his anus until is penetrated the first ring. She moved her finger in and out several times before pushing it in further, past the second ring. Michael’s body shuttered. Emily began to finger fuck Michael.
“You’re getting wet for me, Michael. Tell me how much you want my cock.”
Michael remained silent and Emily stuck a second finger in. Michael remained silent as Emily began forcing more fingers in Michael’s ass.
“You’re going to lose your virginity to me, Darling. How does that make you feel?”
Michael started to moan as Emily stretched his anus. Emily insisted that he talked to her while slapping his butt cheek with her other hand. Finally, he spoke, but is sounded more like negotiation.
“Why do you want to use that on me?”
Her response shocked him.
“I’ve always wanted you, Michael. Ask me to fuck you.”
She slapped his butt again, this time hard enough to leave a mark. Michael whispered something unintelligible. Slapping his butt again, Emily told Michael to speak up.
“Yes, you can do it.”
Emily slapped is butt twice.
“Ask me politely, Slut.”
Michael didn’t recognize the person behind him. He continued to softly.
“Please fuck me.
At that point Emily began pressing her dido against Michael’s anus, pressing forward until the head began to penetrate Michael’s ass. With an audible “pop” the dildo violated Michael’s anus. Gripping his hips, Emily forced the dildo into Michael’s rectum. Michael arched his back and let out a groan that suggested pain.
“My cock is bigger than yours, Michael. I wish your penis was this big.”
Emily’s commentary had become emasculating. Emily pulled her cock out to the head, then rapidly forced it back in. Michael squealed.
“You sound like a girl, Michael.”
Emily started thrusting back and forth with increasing speed. The dildo rubbed against her clit. She was surprised how pleasurable it was to peg her husband. She began to pay less attention to the act of fucking him and began instead to focus on her swelling clit. She adopted a rhythm that gave her pleasure. After a few minutes she started to moan.
“I think I’m going to cum, Michael”
Moments later, Emily experienced a massive orgasm. The sensation was much more intense than the orgasms she had experienced with Michael, which were usually from her vibrator after Michael had cum in her pussy. She planted her cock deep in Michael’s ass and held on to him until her legs stopped shaking. Pull out of him, she slapped his ass one more time.
“That was a great fuck, Michael. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.”
Emily left Michael draped over the edge of the bed as she went to shower. When she returned, Michael appeared to be asleep. He was still wearing the negligee. Emily crawled in bed and spooned with him, kissing him on the neck, while whispering in his ear.
“That was so much fun. That was the first time I have experienced an orgasm while fucking. I can see why men like to fuck. Makes me want to fuck you every day.”
Michael pretended to be asleep, but in fact he felt humiliated. Emily had taken part of his manhood. He knew their relationship would never be the same.