House Husband

Being an established oral-surgeon, my wife’s earnings are much greater than mine will ever be. My contribution as a part –time accountant really wasn’t contributing much to the bottom line. My wife and I decided together I would stay home and be a “house husband”. That’s when our real struggles began.

We both love the Lord and were trying to follow the guidance laid out in Ephesians 5 for husbands and wives. It was challenging. At work she was the surgeon – In charge of everything. Then she’d arrive home, walk through the door, and become part of my world. You have to give my wife credit. She was doing her best to submit to me in everything, but we both knew she made all the money. Even though I wasn’t contributing to the household income, I was contributing. We both had a strong faith, but sometimes I allowed my strong sex drive to trump any of my other contributions.

We had spoken several times on what it means to submit to one another.   Sometimes it seemed to me like she was enjoying the role of chief breadwinner a bit too much. One night we were talking about just what it means to trust one another. She asked if I was willing to give myself up completely for her. Without really thinking about it, I said, “Of course.” She just nodded her head, tucking away my commitment for another day. I didn’t give it a second thought at the time.

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My body felt especially alive tonight. Earlier I had been able to work out at the gym. Before jumping into the shower, I had caught a glimpse of my wife on our bed. She truly was beautiful, even in a pair of old gym shorts. She had been tired in the evenings since taking on all the financial responsibilities for us. It was easy for me to spend an extra 10 minutes in the shower thinking of all the things I was going to do to her when she was more rested. I often did. This particular evening, I had probably spent a little too much time enjoying soaping my buttocks and scrotum. Stepping out of our shower, I climbed into a fresh pair of white button-fly CK boxer briefs. The cotton always made me feel invigorated.

“You look great in those darling.” Her eyes followed me as I crossed the bedroom floor picking up some undergarments that had been tossed aside. Usually I would have this all done by now, but she had arrived home early today.

“Who, me?” I was genuinely flattered. She hadn’t paid much attention to me lately.

“Yes, you. Did you work your legs today Babe?”   She was beginning to fondle her breasts with both her hands as she sized up my lower extremities. Something was different about her tonight.

“You can tell?” I flexed my gluts in the mirror, looking down at my buttocks to see if I could tell any difference.

“I’m not sure. I probably could tell better if you raised your CKs. You know, so I can see your bottom – like you see mine in a thong.” She was stretching her neck to see my ass better.

“You want me to wear a thong?” I stared at her dubiously. We had been talking about mutual submission. I wondered if this was part of what she meant. Wearing panties is not something I had signed up for when agreeing to be house-husband for us.

“I didn’t say that.”   Her eyes were locked on mine.

“Well what did you say… Darling?” In my mind I was trying to remember what I had committed to. It was something about giving myself up for her.

“I just thought your ass was looking especially good tonight – probably from all that working out. I thought maybe you might enjoy showing off all that hard work of yours.”

“Ohhh, You want me to take off my CKs. No problem Babe.” My thumbs slipped beneath the waistband to peel them off.

“No… I said I wanted you to raise the bottom up of them up like you’re wearing a thong.” She was rolling her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Her eyes were straining to see my butt.

I was beginning to get the idea. All this talk about asses had aroused me some. It’s not like she wanted me to wear panties. She just wanted to see more of my gluts. I could keep my undies on – sort of. I was trying to convince myself.

“I bet your ass… and quads… and hamstrings look awesome tonight babe.” Her right hand had slipped down the front of the old gym shorts she was wearing. Her left thumb and index finger were still rolling her now engorged left nipple. Listening to her had made me hard. Actually it sounded kind of hot to me. I mean, she had never before asked me to do anything like this.

“You wouldn’t tell anybody?” I was considering it.

“Nope. It would be our secret.” There was some definite anticipation in the tone of her voice. My nuts were churning, while my cock ached to be released.

“And since I’m not making any money for us right now, this is how I can contribute – right?” My eyes peered at hers’ for reassurance.

“Un-huh. You don’t have to Darling, but yes. Tonight I’d enjoy it very much. You can trust me. I won’t tell the guys.” Her eyes were focused on my firm ass. I was already slowly rolling up the bottom legs of my CKs. Facing the mirror I spread my stance some. My quadriceps were still aching from my earlier workout. I didn’t care.   Using my fingers, I rolled the waistband down first one turn, then another. Looking in the mirror, the thought crossed my mind; maybe I should get a tattoo back there like my wife has. Remembering her, I glanced her way.   She was in her own world, obviously enjoying the show.

This was sort of fun.   I rolled up the bottom legs as far as I could.   My rock hard cock had to be adjusted to the left now to fit inside my CKs. Turning, and using the mirror, I rolled up the back legs adjusting the remaining cotton material into the crease between my gluts. Interlocking my fingers, I placed my hands behind my head. Forcing myself to relax, I closed my eyes and began into think of everything I’m grateful for with my wife. There’s so much. That made it easy to relax. Flexing my pecs. First one. Then the other. Then rapidly together. She’s always been amazed I can do this. Glancing in her direction, she was using her left hand to try and get her tits to do the same thing. I grinned to myself. She never can. Her female body’s made different than mine.

I can do the same thing with my gluts. Turning to face away from her, I did. First one. Then the other. Then rapidly together. Her moans were audible. I hoped the kids didn’t wake up. I didn’t want to stop. Peering over my left shoulder to look down at my ass, I joined her in watching me. First one glut. Then the other. Then both rapidly together. It really was a unique talent. Not many normal guys can do it. My eyes looked her way. Her left hand was buried in those old gym shorts doing something I couldn’t see. She was sucking the middle and index fingers of her right hand. She hadn’t moaned like this for months. I wondered if there were other sides of her I knew nothing about. Looking down at the front of my CKs, my cock was aching for freedom.

We were both obviously enjoying the moment, but in our individual worlds. She opened her eyes momentarily.   I had to get us together somehow. Facing her, I framed my bulging cock in my CKs with the thumbs and stretched fingers of both my hands. Looking down, I looked bigger. It was natural to begin rocking my pelvis slowly, pumping the air between us. I looked up at her. She was loving it. Slowly I moved around to the side of the bed putting on a show for her. Her eyes were locked on my ass. Normally, she never gets to see the power in my ass thrusting. Obviously she liked it. The buttons were bulging on the front of my CKs. My hands were framing my still hidden cock. Now I was standing close to her. I spoke.

“Put your hands on my ass.” She did. I squeezed my cheeks together with power. Her eyes couldn’t hide her admiration for the strength in them. All those squats at the gym we’re paying off. For several minutes her hands explored my power of my maleness. My eyes closed. In my mind, I was enjoying slowly fucking her.

Finally, her thumbs slid the waistband of my CKs down to underneath my churning nuts.   Ahhhh, relief. My rigid cock was free at last. Silently, her eyes looked me up at mine, asking permission. It had been an adventurous evening. Trusting her, but not knowing exactly what she wanted next, I nodded affirmatively.

Purposely she placed the palm of my left hand on the top of her head. My elbow locked out. She then took my right hand, licked it, and wrapped it around my engorged cock. Both her hands then went back to my ass cheeks.   It was natural to begin slowly pumping my fist with my cock. I’ve done it so many times alone, but this was is so much better. We were together. She was loving my male body. And I loved sharing all of it with her! My CKs we’re just beneath my ass cheeks and nuts. Repeatedly my gluts squeeeeezed… forcing all of my cock through my tight wet fist, exposing all of it to her.

She was anticipating. Lifting her tits with both her hands, she made them the target. I wanted to last, but wasn’t sure how long I could. Her eyes locked on my cock helmet. Her long fingers were taking in every fiber of my gluts. She wanted me to hold her head steady and make her watch. I did. It was easy. Arching my head back, and closing my eyes…

“YESSSSSSSSSS” Spurrrrttt – Over and over. Coating her tits…

Sighhhhhhhhh. I like a being househusband.