Femdom BDSM Inspired Sweet Wife

As a working couple, we decided not to be picky about job locations. Both of us preferred to earn higher salaries than to staying together. Tripti, my sweet wife, got a project in a different city and moved out. We started meeting on weekends, taking turns to travel. But our sexual appetite was never satisfied.

We were horny all the time because Tripti is just 25, and I’m 26. The stats of my young wife are 36C bust, 26 waist, and 36 hips. Combined with her 5’6” height and golden-yellow complexion, she’s one exquisite babe.

She used to keep her butt-length hair in a neat bun. She covered her sexy figure with clothes from head to toe. That was till she started her journey of femdom BDSM.

Tripti was a basic bitch before landing in Portland. She got inspired by the fitness culture of this city and started running daily. After only 2 months, she’d lost weight and started turning heads. She became a tigress in bed, and I loved her sexual authority.

Then she got so busy with her workouts that she wouldn’t even travel to meet me. So I had to visit her every weekend. During those visits, we started fucking immediately. I would last 5 minutes, then she would get on top of me and fuck the daylights out of me for another 10-12 minutes.

Lately, she has become aggressive and dominating. She started slapping me lightly and asked me to spank her ass. She has a male colleague called Senthil, who is also her gym partner. He is 23, of average built, with a tanned complexion.

In her words, he’s a ‘pet,’ and he follows Tripti around like a puppy. As Tripti became hotter, her domination increased. Senthil was quite submissive, so naturally, he became Tripti’s sub BFF. During a recent visit, I noticed Senthil’s look was updated.

He got a spiky haircut and looked smarter in skinny jeans, all thanks to Tripti. Also, Tripti was oozing with sexuality. Her old nose-stud was gone, and she had a lot of modern dresses in the closet. She was enjoying attention from other men and slowly turned exhibitionist.

One weekend, upon arriving from the airport, I was surprised to see Senthil inside her flat. Tripti was in a saree, pallu on the floor, standing in front of him. Holding a measuring tape in one hand, Senthil was following Tripti’s orders.

She opened her hair bun and let her long hair fall to her ass. I never got bored of watching the evenly thick locks uncurl and straighten like a dark curtain. Senthil watched with his mouth open, a slave to her femdom.

Tripti: Ok, collect it at the neck and measure.

Senthil: Ok, sure.

He smoothed her hair from top to bottom and held it with one hand. He tried to unroll the tape clumsily by putting the measuring tape in the same hand and holding her hair. But released her hair instead and then started over. Struggling with the simple task, he touched my lovely wife on her neck, waist, and ass.

Looking at a stranger handle my wife physically, my cock started rising. I thought this must be common. After all, ladies go to tailors and barbers. Tired of his antics, Tripti turned around and moved her hair in front. Holding it herself and she told him strictly.

Tripti: Now do it properly, or I’ll send you home

Senthil stood and started measuring. He clearly pressed his tape on her right boob, then on her naked waist. Finally, coming up with a number, “37 inches, from the crown.”

Tripti: How much did he say?

Senthil: Toy store guy said 14 is minimum.

Tripti: Ok, now measure from bra strap down.

I wasn’t exactly following their conversation. But it looked harmless and a bit amusing. Senthil stood behind Tripti, trying to feel her bra strap under the blouse. Irritated, Tripti opened her blouse and stood only in her bra, with her back to him.

I went to freshen up in the bathroom. When I came out 10 minutes later, Tripti was standing in her bra and petticoat. Her saree shed on the sofa. More than half of her precious hair was cut off. Her eyeliner was rubbed to the side, and she was taking deep breaths.

She explained that she’d sent her hair to an Adult toy store to make a custom whip. I asked, “Baby, wig or whip?” She confirmed it’s a whip. Anyway, the deed was done, so I gave up questioning. “Oh, this is new,” she said, opening her petticoat.

She had a 4-inch long oriental tattoo under her navel, extending till her pubes. “Senthil wanted to check it out,” she said, collecting her saree from the sofa and leaving. I realized, counting the tattoo artist, Tripti has displayed her pussy to two strangers.

She changed and went to a salon to get her rough haircut fixed. I was still thinking about her tattoo. It was partially visible in her jeans, so if someone asked to see the full design, she’d have to expose her pussy! What a slut she’d become, I thought, rubbing my cock and feeling strangely erotic.

Tripti returned home with ombré colored hair, jet black overall, with blonde streaks. Her thick hair was now cut in choppy layers from shoulders till bra strap length. Eyebrows were micro-bladed with pronounced arches. I was drooling at her makeover and became desperate to fuck her.

She looked like a sex bomb. I started rubbing my cock and tried to get cozy with her. As usual, she wanted to be in charge. So she pushed me on the bed and stripped me quickly. Then tied my hands to the bed with her stockings and, lastly, stuffed her panty in my mouth.

When she undressed, I saw my wife in a garter belt with leg straps and a black leather corset. I tried asking her to take the bra off but realized my mouth was gagged. Then she bent down to blow my cock that was already bursting with pressure.

Her sexy hair was caressing my groin. She was looking up at me with her big black eyes, fluttering her long eyelashes to tease me. She took my balls in her mouth, gently squeezing them as she sucked. I noticed she was massaging her bush with her middle finger.

If only my hands were released from bondage, I would’ve held her by the neck and fucked her roughly till she screamed with pleasure.

The doorbell rang, so Tripti wore my shirt and went to answer, leaving her panty in my mouth. Her promiscuous behavior was arousing me every second. The visitor was Senthil again. I heard them laughing while I twisted in bed, trying to touch my cock.

Tripti returned with a hair whip attached to a leather handle. Laughing at my plight, she announced, “This is your punishment, baby,” and started whipping my thighs. It didn’t hurt at all but felt silky, making my dick burst with erotic sensation.

She simply closed the bedroom curtain and climbed on the bed without taking off her shiny black heels. We both knew that Senthil could easily hear us having sex. The fact that my sweet wife had a slutty ‘domme’ side made my dick painfully hard.

Tripti sat on her knees and inserted my cock into her cunt, then started riding me while holding her whip in one hand. I wondered why she’s hanging on to the whip. She folded it and spanked my bum. I felt a hot rush and fucked harder.

From then on, she ordered me to go faster or deeper, spanking me softly all the time. Her loud moans could be heard outside, even with the TV on. Looking up at her flat milky stomach and a new tattoo, I was nearing climax.

Tripti hadn’t reached the orgasm. But she got down and took my prick into her mouth all the way, deep throating me for the first time. One look at her sexy face with my cock in it made me shoot my hot semen. At the exact moment, she pulled out and took the sticky cum shots on her pretty face.

She licked cum from her lips and simply sucked me dry while I watched in awe. I liked my ‘new’ bitch wife more than ever. My erection came back in record time, just by looking at the leather straps on her toned thighs.

I dressed to meet Senthil in the living room. Tripti just wore my shirt and came outside with her pussy barely covered. She was talking to Senthil while I slipped into the kitchen to avoid any awkwardness. Plus, I couldn’t say anything to Senthil when my own wedded wife behaved like a shameless whore.

Tripti: Senti, did you bring it?

Senthil: Ya, I brought the one you asked.

Tripti: Ok, just be careful.

Senthil: Sure, can you turn around?

Dying with curiosity, I peeked at their activity. Tripti was holding her gorgeous locks up. Meanwhile, Senthil wielded a big professional clipper that he’d already plugged in the wall. I noticed a thin patch of short hair at Tripti’s hairline. She had her nape trimmed sometime back.

Senthil proceeded to reshape the undercut with a loud buzzing sound. The cold steel vibrating on her neck aroused Tripti instantly. She pursed her lips, putting her palm surreptitiously on her clit. Then asked Senthil to sit on the sofa and dropped gingerly into his lap.

He ran the clippers with one hand, letting his other hand rest on Tripti’s smooth thigh. As Senthil moved away from my line of sight, I got a clear view of Tripti’s nape. Underneath was a tattoo that read, “Priceless.” She must’ve got tattooed when I was away, and it had already healed.

In fact, her long neck was looking damn sexy, enough to make any man jizz himself. Senthil was holding up two mirrors to show the results. Tripti asked him to hold up her hair so she can handle the mirror angle. Without hesitation, he sank all ten fingers in her sexy hair, holding it with both hands.

Senthil: Smells sexy. What’s the shampoo?

Tripti: Victoria’s Secret, naughty!

Senthil: You should shave your sideburns.

Tripti: You think so?

Senthil: Ya, to match the nape.

Tripti: Ok, just an inch, then.

Senthil shaved off both her sideburns. Still sitting in his lap, Tripti was discreetly grinding her ass on his cock, till he finally finished and dusted her.

Tripti: I love this trimmer; it gives me goosebumps.

Senthil: Haa, let’s do your underarms too

To my horror, Tripti stood up and took off her shirt. Her bush was in clear view for a second before she tied the shirt around her hips. Without batting an eyelid, Senthil proceeded to remove her armpit hair. He was rubbing his fingers on the shaved area to check for missed spots.

Then he said something in her ear. Tripti nodded, and removing her shirt from her hips, she wore it with the buttons open. She covered her slit with two fingers and smiled like a slut. Senthil shaved around her triangular bush, using her fingers as a guide to making a neat landing strip on her cunt.

For the final touches, Tripti removed her fingers so that Senthil could straighten the lines with a small scissor. Tripti squirmed with pleasure when he used his thumb to check for stray hair. She quickly saw him to the door with a lip kiss and instructed him to wait in the car.

The guy had a tent in his pants while leaving. I was hot with jealousy but relieved that he didn’t try anything. Tripti called me for a quickie, bending on the sofa, displaying her pussy. I held her thighs and started pumping from behind.

She was creamed in 2 minutes. Luckily, she didn’t try to ride me because I was spent for the day. Tripti took a shower and came out looking fresh and fuckable.

She was in a floral, brown baby doll dress with full sleeves but ended at her thigh level. Any guy who looked at her long waxed legs would try to get between them. Her hair was up in a high ponytail showing off her nape tattoo.

I wasn’t invited to go with her. So I just watched from the balcony as she got into a car with Senthil and left to go clubbing. I opened a bottle of scotch to give me a company that night. In any case, my balls were empty after two shots, and I went to bed fully satisfied.

I had no idea when Tripti got back home, but she was in bed when I woke up. I noticed the bitch had permanent eyeliner and lip blush, so she wouldn’t need makeup. There was a swelling on her lower lip like someone bit her while kissing.

I had butterflies in my stomach thinking she was intimate with someone last night. It was a strange rush, like trying to win over a new girlfriend, with no idea if she slept with another man.

In the evening, Tripti announced that we were going to an adult club. She wore a red, off-shoulder dress with half sleeves that barely covered her hips. Except for long earrings, there was no sign of jewelry (not even our wedding ring).

She flat-ironed her hair into slick face-framing layers, smoothed over to her right side. Her dress revealed something that I hadn’t seen earlier. There was a crown tattoo on top of her left boob. I grimaced, knowing the tattoo artist must’ve surely seen her tits.

As I was getting ready, I heard Senthil come in. From the bedroom, I could see him touching her chest tattoo. I went to check on their activities.

Senthil: Wow, it healed fast.

Tripti: I know, how’s my dress?

Senthil: Tempting, side bangs are messing with your lashes.

Tripti: I know! I asked for blunt bangs. Could you fix them?

He took the kitchen scissors, holding her bangs between his fingers. They were already sectioned and falling to her cheekbones. When he closed the blades. I heard ‘khach’ and saw 3 inches of hair fall into the sink. Tripti was left with a blunt fringe above her eyebrows.

She fluttered her eyelashes to check for free movement, then turned seductively towards me. Dumbfounded by her sultry behavior, I simply held her sexy face and kissed her. Then Tripti hugged Senthil and kissed him squarely on the lips, saying, “Thanks, baby.”

We arrived at the rooftop of a posh hotel. Senthil had booked a private table for us. The club’s ambiance was seductively dark, and hot girls in skimpy dresses were milling about. I was feasting my eyes on the skin show when I noticed Senthil’s hand on Tripti’s lovely butt. But she didn’t seem to mind at all.

Since it was a public place, I kept mum. Tripti settled with a juicy martini, I had my whiskey, and Senthil got a beer. A young white guy brought Tripti tequila and asked her for a dance. She passed me the free drink and walked away, holding the new guy’s hand.

When she returned, her cleavage glistened with sweat, making Senthil’s penis shoot up like a rocket. Before I could grab her, Tripti sat down next to Senthil, with her body sticking to his.

Tripti: What’s my hero doing?

Senthil: Just watching your sexy moves.

Tripti: Baby, you need a girlfriend.

She patted his erection over the jeans with her slender hand while licking his lips with her tongue. I took a gulp of whiskey and moved to the booth entrance, watching over my shoulder. They were now kissing full-on.

Senthil was looking meekly at her, fully submitting to her domination. I knew she was just a cocktease.

Tripti: Did you shave it?

Senthil: I did yesterday.

Tripti: Then get me a mango.

It was hard to follow their conversation. I thought she asked for a margarita. But Senthil returned with something small, like a box. From the booth entrance, I managed to identify a pack of flavored condoms. Using the glass bead curtain as cover, Tripti grew bolder and released Senthil’s 5-inch cock from his jeans.

She used her spit to lubricate his foreskin, then rolled a condom on his cock, and started sucking. Senthil was in 7th heaven, his head thrown back, eyes closed, and one hand on Tripti’s head. I felt ashamed to actually enjoy the scene.

In fact, it was more erotic to watch her whoring out than to get that head myself. Senthil was left high and dry with no option but to rub his own dick, but Tripti stopped him right away. “No touching,” she said firmly, holding his jaw and giving him another lick on both lips.

I felt pity for the poor sub-boy as he suffered his domina’s sensual punishment. Suddenly, the guy who had danced with Tripti came and sat opposite her, ordering a round of drinks for all of us. She winked at him mischievously, asking if he was ready.

As soon as he nodded, she flashed her boobs. My jaw dropped seeing a stud in her right nipple. Tripti laughed, explaining that the white guy had promised a round of drinks if she flashed her boobs. I also joked, saying, “Baby, tonight you’re free to do anything.”

She looked at me mysteriously and then took Senthil and the new guy back to the dance floor. I could see Senthil holding Tripti’s hips as she started twerking on his groin. The song ended, and Senthil came back with an ecstatic smile on his face.

When Tripti didn’t return for 10 more minutes, I asked a waiter if he’d seen her. He pointed towards the stairs that went down to the lavish restrooms. Thinking she’s in the women’s room, I too went to take a leak in the opposite side men’s room.

After finishing my business, I walked out when I saw a pretty hand hanging out over a loo door. Soft thuds were coming from inside. Excited for a free show, I went closer to see. Under the half door, I saw Tripti’s unmistakable waxed leg with another person in jeans. Her legs were gyrating back and forth in a rhythm.

I understood she was banging the white guy. A cold sweat passed over me. My sugar babe wife had taken my words literally when I said earlier that she’s free to do anything. My hand instantly went to rub my cock. I climbed on the adjacent loo to see them in action.

My bitch wife was taking a standing fuck with one leg over the pot. The white guy was clutching her hair and had his face buried in her neck. Just before ejaculation, he stopped fucking and removed his condom to shoot cum on Tripti’s head.

Then, he quickly rolled down her panty and pocketed it as a souvenir. I returned to our booth with mixed feelings. I had witnessed a random guy dicking my bitch wife. Instead of being upset, I’d actually enjoyed the scene like a third person. Soon enough, Tripti came and sat next to me.

Her hair was undone, and the elegant hair setting all messed up. She was dabbing her locks with a tissue, trying to get rid of the semen in her hair before I noticed. I was thrilled when she asked me to fix her hair. This was the first time I was allowed to touch her hair after the makeover.

I combed her silky hair with my fingers, feeling her smooth nape and enjoying her body like never before. Some sticky wet drops dried out quickly. Her sweet coco-butter smell was purely intoxicating. I was desperate to take her back home, but Senthil wanted the last dance.

As soon as they stepped out, I opened Tripti’s purse. There was a 3-pack box of mango-flavored condoms that contained only 1. Tripti has used that one to fuck the white guy. Hopefully, she wouldn’t need anymore.

We took a cab and returned home. I wanted to see some more of my sweet wife’s femdom. So I invited Senthil for a last drink before going home. He was lusting for Tripti so, naturally accepted. I let them take the elevator to the 9th floor and said I would take the stairs to burn some fat.

As soon as they left, I took the next elevator and reached. I let myself in and walked into the unlit passage opening into the living room. Tripti must’ve calculated roughly 25 minutes to climb 9 floors. So she had started foreplay with the submissive Senthil.

Senthil stood without his pants, cock in hand, trying to fap slowly. Tripti made him sit in a dining chair and made him eat her freshly fucked (in the club) pussy. He satisfied her for a few minutes till she ordered him to stop and took his cock in her pretty lips.

She looked up into his eyes, rubbing and sucking simultaneously. Within seconds his tool was straight like a pole. Tripti took the last remaining condom and put it on his prick with her mouth. Senthil ran his fingers in her silky hair as she gave him a mini blowjob.

Then she climbed on his lap, facing him, inserting his cock into her pussy. She put her long arms around his head, sucking on his mouth, while he pressed her boobs. They started rocking each other for almost 10 minutes till Senthil bent her on the floor and fucked her in a missionary position.

I had never seen her giving herself completely to a man like she was doing then. She held her legs split and raised while he fucked her cunt deeply. At the same time, they both smooched, with tongues colliding like horny lovers. I could read the telltale sign that she climaxed when her fingernails scratched Senthil’s back.

He pulled out and shot his copious semen all over her face, boobs, and stomach. Tripti sucked his cock dry, asking him to lick his own cum from her body. Senthil licked my young wife’s smooth body. I retracted into the dark passage and waited in the stairwell till their romance finished, and Senthil left.

Nowadays, with every visit, my wife is getting hotter. I have wet dreams about her. Our relationship has changed a lot; it’s like being married to a high-profile mistress. She only allows me one or two shots per visit, but it’s well worth the effort.

Last week she ordered a dominatrix dress that will cover everything but her boobs and pussy. Right now, I’m on a flight to Portland, trying to imagine her in that dress, counting my luck with my dominatrix wife.