Hot Wax Candle Games With My Sexy Bitch of a Wife

The first time my wife began to take control in the bedroom – and do the things I really didn’t realize I liked – came totally out of the blue.

It had been a tough week at work – made tougher by the fact my wife was my boss and being under a lot of pressure – she had been a complete bitch. Firing two of my colleagues to ‘save money’ she’d spent the rest of the week locked in her office surrounded by files.

She hadn’t said a word to me at work or indeed at home. Arriving back late into the night I was usually asleep and she was gone in the morning before I’d even showered.

But that Saturday afternoon is burned in my memory for ever and changed pretty much everything!

I’d been watching the sport channel and she’d been in her office. She came down the stairs and seemed a little flushed and more than a little breathless.

She was wearing one of my shirts and I have to say she looked pretty fucking sexy particularly as the shirt did nothing to hide the skimpy lacy black panties I could see.

She saw me looking and crossed her legs and glowered at me.

‘Foot job..?’

She didn’t even smile – I shrugged – the golf was boring anyway.

‘It wasn’t a request – it was an order..’ she snarled

I flinched and tried to shrug her tone off  –

“Hey I’m not one of your office boys’ I said with half a smile ‘ask me nicely’

The look on her face meant I was in deep shit. I knew that look – it meant trouble.

‘I said foot-job’

And she opened her legs stretching them out – it was a pretty sexy moment and the brief glimpse of her panties made my cock twitch nicely.

Maybe that’s what she needs – I thought – a dam good fucking on the sofa just like when we were kids.

I made to move next to her.

Her left foot flicked up and caught me on the side of the face as I made to sit down near to her. It made my ear ring a little and surprised I tried to push it away but as I did so her right leg swung over and she gripped my neck pulling me down.

‘On your knees’ she said using her weight to push me down.

Surprised but from what I can remember more than a little intrigued I did as I was told.

Now kneeling between her legs her pretty pink painted toes were inches from my face.

My hands began to move up her legs but she pushed them away and lay back wriggling her toes.

‘Foot-job’ she said and I complied.

I’d been massaging them for a couple of minutes and to be honest the promise of a boner had gone. If anything I was bored – but all that was about to change.

She pushed me away and left the room. A little annoyed and more than a little frustrated I sat back in my chair.

Moments later she walked back into the room the shirt now gone her huge tits jiggled nicely and I could see little wisps of blond pubic hair peeking from the sides of her panties.

In her hand she was carrying one of her scarves – a lit candle in a holder and a box that I had absolutely no idea what was inside.

I can remember the look on her face as if it was yesterday – she looked as a wolf would as it bore down on a frightened tethered goat.

‘Did I say to get up..?’ she asked ‘lie on the floor on your back.’

I giggled nervously but did as I was told feeling the rush in my groin groin. I she wanted a bit on playful bondage I’d give it a go I thought – not knowing just how far my wife was about to go.

As I lay there looking up at the curve of her breasts she stood over me with a look of total and utter contempt.

Kneeling behind my head she swiftly tied the scarf into a makeshift blindfold and I felt my heart begin to thump even more as my penis hardened.  Feeling helpless was not something I was used to – I’d always been in control always been the decision maker especially in the bedroom.

To say this was out of my sexual comfort zone wouldn’t be true – hey I was broad minded and a little gentle S and M might add a bit of spice to our sex life. So I’d lay back and prepared to enjoy the ride so to speak.

I felt her hands nimbly unbuttoning my shirt and then her fingers rubbing my chest gently at first and then more intense as her breathing became deeper.

I felt her lean over me and her tits brushed my face – instinctively I opened my mouth my tongue eagerly searching for her nipples.  As I did so her hand caressed my balls and then squeezed as hard as she could.

The pain was intense and I struggled to sit up but a shift of her weight meant I was now pinned with her ass pressed into my face – I tried to shout my pain and annoyance but nothing came out – instead I felt the pain like a flower blooms from pain to a kind of euphoric ecstasy I’d never known before.

Pleasure and pain – my God I’d thought – there is such a thing.

‘Quiet’

She snapped – and wriggled her ass rhythmically.

The smell of her cunt was like an opiate and only added to the surges of pleasure I was feeling throughout my body.

My nerve endings really were on edge and I could either fight or give in to this sinister sexual pleasure I was beginning to feel. I chose the latter my inhibitions slowly dissolving as I felt my wife gently tweak each of my nipples.

Slowly at first she played with each one – pulling and squeezing – pinching and kneading all the time her ass gyrating into my face. All my senses were by now as alive as I could ever remember.

The smell of her pussy – the sound of her heavy breathing – the feel of her naked flesh on my chest and my sight completely gone. It was something I’d never experienced before but something I knew from that moment I needed so much more of.

As if reading my mind I felt my wife’s body stiffen. The smell of the candle wafted across my nostrils as she lifted herself slightly.

I tensed not knowing what was to come and a little part of me became a frightened little boy as she quickly ripped off my jeans and boxer shorts.

My cock by now as hard as steel throbbed against my stomach and I felt sure she was about to straddle me and milk the life out of my almost painfully erect cock.

As she moved slightly it dawned on me what was about to happen and I too stiffened and held my breath.

Without a word she tipped the candle gently over my cock.

The first dribble of hot molten wax just caught the tip and the rest trickled down my shaft. My hands flew to my wife’s waist and instead of pushing her off I pulled her ass down hard onto my face and began pressing it deep into her – my chin pounding her pussy.

The heat was the most amazing feeling I’d ever had then or now. That first touch was like a bolt of electricity coursing through my body. I tingled my nerve endings a mass of pleasurable messages.

The pain in my cock was like someone had shoved a million red hot needles into every pore and as the candle wax hardened it was a blessed ice cold relief. I never dreamed hot and cold could be so intense – and I felt my balls tighten as the orgasm built.

Sensing I was about to cum my wife thrust her ass down hard onto my face and pinched the tip of my penis hard opening up eye.

As the first drizzle of candle wax entered the tube of my glans the pain was beautifully unbearable – I shivered and my body shuddered and as the orgasm built I felt the oozy sticky cum meet the hardening wax.

There was nowhere for it to go and my balls swelled and cock grew to twice its size as the incomplete orgasm raged – faded and died.

My wife moved her panties aside and positioned her dripping wet pussy over my mouth.

‘You’re fired’ she said ‘now eat my fucking cunt you useless little bitch’

And I lapped at her pussy like a thirsty puppy.