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A Fortunate Accident

By

Nessus

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 I have been married to my husband Robert for nine wonderful years and I love him deeply. He has been a wonderful father to my two sons from my previous marriage and we are best friends, we tell each other everything or, so I thought.

Unfortunately, our sex life has over the past years has dwindled a little more each year to practically nothing now. Of course, I've tried to talk to him about it but he would brush me off. "It's just the pressure of work, Diana," he would say. "That's all."  However, I sensed by his evasive eyes that he was hiding or was uncomfortable telling me something. 

It was supposed to be a special time for us, now both closer to forty than thirty and my sons away at university, we should be doing mad, wonderful and romantic things. I had dreamed of travelling to exotic places and discovering our honeymoon feeling all over again. Instead, Robert was hiding deep in his construction business, I worked at the library and we had polite dinners together in our big empty house.

Then, Robert had his accident, an explosion at one of his building sites. I received the phone call at the library and drove urgently to the hospital, heart pounding and fighting back tears. "He's ok, Mrs Simpson," the doctor said as I rushed into the hospital. 

"He's in hospital," I squealed. "How can he be ok?"

"Take it easy," he soothed. "Sit down and listen. He's got burns on one arm, he's broken his other arm and he's got slight burns to his back and his hair is singed. He's ok, understand?"

"You sure?" I asked, tears rolling down my face.

"I'm sure. We had to operate on his arm as he had several breaks and we also had to remove some burnt skin. Mrs Simpson, your husband is a very fit and healthy man so he will recover quickly."

I burst into tears with relief and a young nurse led me to the dim room where Robert lay unconscious. "He'll be coming round in an hour or two, Mrs Simpson. Why don't you go down to the cafeteria and grab coffee?"

I shook my head. "I'll sit with him," I said seeing that both of Roberts arms were bandaged and in slings suspended from the bed rail and he had a loose bandage around his head. His eyes were closed and he was deeply unconscious, his naked chest with his curly black hairs rising and falling.

"Certainly," the nurse said and placed a chair next to the bed. Suddenly, Robert mumbled something and rolled his head from side to side. Startled, I looked at the nurse with concern and she smiled. "He'll be chattering away soon but he'll still be unconscious. You'll hear some strange things. Now is the time to ask him if he hates his mother-in-law," she laughed as she walked away and left me in the darkened room.

Slowly, I sat next to my husband, took his hand and for the next little while sat patiently with him as he mumbled and chattered in his sleep. My head was spinning at what the nurse had said and I wondered if I asked him the question that was foremost in my mind whether I was strong enough for the answer?

I had to know the answer so I leaned close and whispered into his ear. "Robert, do you love Diana?" He mumbled and moved his head from side to side so I repeated the question but a more clearly. 

"Yes," he mumbled, his words slurred but still clear enough for me to understand. "I love Diana." I sat back in the chair and cried softly to myself with relief. As I wiped my eyes and repaired my make-up over the little sink in the hospital room while Robert mumbled to himself in the background, another thought occurred to me. He says he love's me but he doesn't try to make love to me any more so where is he going for sex?

I sat back by his bedside and asked another question. "Robert, are you having an affair with anyone else?"

His head moved to the side. "No," he slurred. "No one else, I love just Diana." He started rambling on about digging in the garden and building a pergola.

"Robert, do you masturbate?" I asked, a little bolder. This time, his head tossed from side to side as if he was trying to escape the question and his slurred comments were unintelligible. "Robert," I insisted, a little louder but looking around to make sure the door was still closed. "Do you masturbate?"

This time I heard the answer. "Yes," he moaned softly, his face contorted with shame but his eyes were still closed. "I masturbate."

Hurt, I leaned over him so my face was close to his. "Robert, how often do you masturbate?" I demanded and something about my tone caused him to answer immediately.

"Everyday," he slurred and then started muttering about white clouds in blue skies as I collapsed in the chair. I felt like I had found out my husband was cheating on me and, I suppose he was but with himself, with his own hand while I was left wondering and unsatisfied!

It was too late to stop now, I thought grimly so I stood over him again and leaned down. "Robert, why don't you make love to Diana?"

"Diana is beautiful," he mumbled and I blushed at that sweet comment.

"If she's beautiful, why don't you try to make love to her?" I persisted.

"She is my goddess," he mumbled and then muttered something about painting the pergola.

"Why don't you make love to your goddess?" I asked, smiling a little at his cute way of describing me.

"Diana doesn't tell me to," he mumbled, head moving from side to side. "The pergola is all wrong."

I sat back down in shock. Was it really that simple? I just have to tell him? I blushed at the thought of it and wondered if I could tell him to do it. "Why doesn't Diana tell you?" I asked, leaning close to his handsome face.

"She doesn't understand I'm submissive," he muttered and then started mumbling about his mother. "Let me sleep in," he slurred. "It's too early for school."

I sat in the dark thinking deeply for the next hour or so while I waited for Robert to wake. When he did I kissed him gently as he opened his eyes. "Darling," I said softly. "How do you feel?"

"I've felt better," he said groggily as I pressed the button for the nurse. "Feel a little sick. Have you been sitting here long?"

"A few hours, you've been rambling about painting a pergola we don't have," I said smiling as the nurse bustled in. I stayed with Robert until he was ready for sleep again, kissed him goodbye and promised him I would be back the next day.

After a leisurely bath and a light meal, I sat in front of the computer in my nightgown and prepared to do some research. After all, a good librarian knows how to find information, especially on the Internet and for the next three hours I absorbed reams of information on the male submissive especially how the submissive side of their sexual personality emerged when they were aroused.

With sudden clarity, I realised how I had allowed Robert to make all the really big decisions in our life while I tinkered with the little ones because I thought he wanted it that way. And, he probably did in the beginning but after a while the continued demands of society and his wife had brought his submissive traits to life. The act of making love had become a task with all erotic satisfaction left unfulfilled.

Robert had embarked on a journey of personal enlightenment that had brought him to the realisation and acceptance, subconsciously perhaps but acceptance never the less, of his sexually submissive nature. I felt proud that he had completed this journey but sad he accomplished it alone and without me.

Sitting back in the chair, I thought about the dark side of my own mind that I had always been ashamed of. Over the years I had submerged my personal dark fantasies as I acted out the role of wife and mother, both roles fulfilling in there own ways but not satisfy those dreams, dreams which I believed were abnormal, now I realised I was not alone.

Turning back to the computer, I read eagerly many erotic stories of male submission for sometime until I realised I was squeezing my thighs together as I read. Leaning back in the chair, I pulled my nightgown up and slipped my fingers to my crotch to confirm I was sopping wet. Smiling to myself, I lay on the bed, pulled a pillow under my bottom and started to masturbate for the first time in a long, long time. Eyes closed and thinking of Robert in some of the situations I had just read about, I reached an explosive orgasm

The morning Sun lazily peeked through the shutters of our bedroom and I dreamily opened my eyes, feeling refreshed but a little nervous about the coming day. I spent some time getting dressed, selecting filmy lingerie to make me feel sexy under my dark grey business suit and I made sure I picked a blouse that highlighted my cleavage. 

"Good morning darling," I said as I kissed Robert. "How do you feel?" I asked putting a basket of fruit on the bedside table.

"Bit of pain under the bandages," he said, "and hot."

"It is a little warm but it is summer," I joked and I realised he was naked under the white sheet that covered him. "Would you like some fruit, some grapes?" Robert shrugged and gestured at his bandaged arms suspended in their slings above the bed. "I'll feed you," I laughed as I slipped a grape into his mouth, my fingers stroking his cheek as he chewed. "You are helpless, aren't you?" I said softly and his eyes darted up at me in surprise but I slipped another grape between his lips. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a slight movement under the sheet near his groin. 

"Poor helpless Robert," I murmured, my long red fingernail traced his moving lips as his wide eyes stared at me and I saw a tent form in the sheet over his groin. "What's this?" I said, pretending surprise, as I looked down at the tent his obvious erection had formed and he blushed. He opened his mouth to speak and I slipped two grapes in. "Don't speak, darling," I said firmly, although my heart was pounding and my fingers trembling. "Eat your grapes while I have a look."

Appearing as calm as I could, I pulled the sheet back to reveal his throbbing cock, hard and waving above his stomach. "Darling," I murmured, "so hard and so aroused from being helpless." I turned back to him, leaving his hard cock exposed and his eyes bulged at me in shock. "It would be terribly embarrassing if the nurse came in now, wouldn't it darling?" I said softly as I slipped another grape into his mouth, knowing my panties were wet and my confidence growing tremendously by the second. I leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead. "But there's nothing you can do about it, is there?" I whispered my lips grazing his forehead as I spoke and my perfume filling his senses. A little groan escaped him and I smiled to myself in triumph, suddenly calm and confident.

"Of course," I said sitting on the edge of the bed near his cock, "I won't do that. Not yet, anyway," I added and he stared at me. "Now," I said briskly, "I'm going to let you cum now." My fingers slipped around his pulsing cock and I squeezed my own legs together under my skirt as I started slowly sliding my fingers up and down his cock while I smiled calmly at his straining face. It didn't take long and he soon grunted and moaned as he spurted while I continued to milk him dry. 

I giggled softly as I cleaned him up, pulled the sheet back and disposed of the tissues. "Darling," I murmured as I leaned over to gently kiss his lips "What do you say?" I asked softly as our lips parted.

"Thank you," he mumbled. "Thank you so much. I love you."

"I know you do, darling," I said, standing up. "I have to go to work but I'll be back later. Anything you want me to bring you?"

He looked up at me with an adoring look in his eyes that I hadn't seen for a long time. "No, just you."

As I drove to the library from the hospital, I felt wonderful and so sexy, so alive and so much a woman, a woman in love and in control. Wondering if I had time to masturbate before work, I smiled to myself at how easily I had fallen into this new erotic behaviour.

I left the library early with a spring in my step, went shopping for new lingerie and clothes. Unannounced, the thought that I will have to get Robert to buy me a vibrator popped into my head as I was waiting for the sales girl to wrap my purchases. I couldn't help myself and giggled out loud and the sales girl smiled at me. "Your husband will enjoy these," she said and I smiled in return. You don't know the half of it, I thought to myself.

When I dropped by the hospital again, Robert was deep asleep so I kissed him gently, asked the nurse to tell him I visited and went home. That night I furiously masturbated again after searching the web for more information on submissive males and fell into a satisfied sleep.

The next morning, I dressed to arouse my submissive husband and drove to the hospital, rehearsing in my mind my actions. This time, I felt much more confident in what I was going to do as I knew now we both wanted, no needed, this new way of living.

He was awake lying covered by the sheet, his arms now resting on the bedclothes and listening to the radio. Robert smiled shyly at me as I kissed him and gently stroked his hair. "Did you sleep well, darling?" I asked as I positioned the visitors' chair in the middle of the room and he nodded, watching me as I moved the chair.

"As well as you can in hospital, they wake you up so early. The doctor visited this morning and told me I could go home tomorrow."

"That's wonderful news, darling," I said slowly. "Do you want to come home?"

Robert looked at me in surprise. "Of course. What are you saying?" The poor dear looked worried and I steeled myself, telling myself this was what he wanted and, now, I wanted it as well.

I glanced at the door and made sure it was closed. "I'm saying things have changed," I said, looking at him calmly and his eyes darted away. Quickly, I flicked the sheet back to reveal his cock lying curled on his stomach like a dormant snake and sat on the chair, waiting. 

Robert glanced quickly at the door. "Diana, what are you doing?"

"Whatever I want, darling. You are not to disobey me," I answered evenly, watching him and at my words his cock started to stir. I waited as this was the moment of truth as, with his hands now free, he could easily pull the sheet back up to cover himself

He licked his lips. "What do you mean?" he croaked as his cock surged into full erection, bobbing above his belly and his hands remained by his side.

"Darling, I'm afraid your cock betrays you," I laughed and he blushed as he lowered his eyes. "Things have to change, darling and you know it. For a start, you will not masturbate again unless I tell you to. Do you agree, darling." He looked around and I knew a thousand thoughts must have been rippling through his head, the most important was the knowledge that, once he agreed, there would be no path back to the way things were.

I let the silence hang for a moment and then spoke calmly, "The nurses will be here soon, Robert and I'm sure there will enjoy seeing your hard cock." His hands twitched but remained still as he silently made his decision.

"I agree," he said softly, his eyes still lowered.

"Look at me, darling," I said gently and his eyes rose. "What do you agree to?"

"I won't masturbate unless you tell me," Robert said in a low voice.

I nodded slowly. "Good boy." Slowly, I uncrossed my legs, slid my skirt up and opened my legs to reveal my new white lace panties, suspenders and stocking tops. Robert's eyes bulged when he saw what I was wearing. "Darling, I will want a lot of pleasure from you and I expect you will spend a lot of time with your lips here," I said as my red fingernail traced the lace of my panties. "Do you understand, dear?"

 He swallowed, transfixed by the sight before him and nodded quickly. Smiling, I slowly adjusted my skirt so he image was burnt into his brain, stood and walked to his bedside. "Of course," I whispered as I gently kissed his cheek, "I will have to train you first, won't I darling?"

His cock was pulsing as I said that and he nodded again, his face flushed with arousal. Disappointment flooded his face as I draped the sheet back over his throbbing cock. "What is it, darling?" I asked innocently. "Oh, I see," I smiled. "You thought you would get to cum? Darling, you cum when I say and I don't know whether you deserve it."

"Please," he croaked and I smiled to myself, elated and proud that I had brought him to the stage where he was now begging me.

"Please what?" I said coolly.

"Please masturbate me," he mumbled, face burning but his cock was pulsing through the sheet and his hands remained still.

"And what do you call me?" I haughtily prompted as I peeled the sheet back.

Robert's face was crimson but his cock was the biggest I have ever seen it. "Please play with me, Mistress," he begged softly, eyes lowered and I smiled in triumph, my panties becoming wet in a rush.

"Perhaps this time, as you have been a good boy," I smiled as I rummaged in my bag and he looked at me eagerly. I held up a pair of pink silk panties and teased his nose with them. "Yesterdays panties, my sweet boy," I whispered. "Can you smell your Mistress?" Robert groaned and inhaled deeply.

"Now," I said in a businesslike tone, I'm going to wrap these silk panties of mine around your cock and you will come. Do you understand, my darling?" His head lolled back on the pillows in wanton arousal as I instructed him, giving me all control.

"Yes Mistress," he whispered and I wrapped the cool silk around his burning cock, sliding it around and around it. Within seconds he erupted with a loud groan, pumping his seed into the pink silk until it was soaked.

Smiling, I used the panties to wipe up any other remnants of his cum, dropped the panties into a plastic bag and put them into my handbag. Gently, I pulled the sheet back around him and kissed him passionately, my tongue roaming wildly inside his mouth.

I felt his eyes on me as I walked to the door and opened it. "Tomorrow, sweet boy," I said in a clear voice and walked out without looking back. I'm sure there was a smile on my face as I walked down the corridor, to the car park and to a new life, a life of erotic, sensual but dark control.

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