Published:
July 25, 2024
Die Hingabe
This book originated from an idea by one of my readers, who wanted to surprise his beloved wife with it. Many ideas I've included in it come from the couple's experiences, while the framework story is mostly my own creation. The mentioned wife possesses the only ever printed copy containing the original text.
The client has agreed to publish this book under changed names and, at the same time, also requested a sequel. Currently, I'm still developing a framework story for the second book and have already started typing the first lines. It will still take some time before it's released, but I'll note the progress under the News section.
Chapter 1
Just before six in the morning, my alarm clock rudely pulled me from deep sleep. My husband still lay in his dreams and outside the window a storm raged. Reluctantly and very carefully, I slid out of bed and crept into our bathroom. He had a hard day ahead but could afford to sleep a little longer. For me, the daily routine always started earlier. Our three children needed to be at school on time, and then there was my work.
I sluggishly slipped under the shower, brushed my teeth, and put on a robe. On my way to the kitchen for my first coffee, I opened the door to the children's rooms. The three were still asleep, which made things a bit quieter. If they had already woken up, they didn't want to wake their father unnecessarily. But since their alarm clock rang and woke them up as it did me, I quietly reminded them to be quiet. My husband could sleep a little longer today, and they shouldn't wake him with their bad mood in the morning.
While my first coffee brewed, I pulled my robe tighter and stood for a short moment facing the window to our garden. I loved this brief view in the morning. I could tell what kind of weather would accompany us throughout the day and also had time to dream until my coffee was ready. This was a short pause that always gave me strength. I needed these few minutes in the morning just for myself. Then I took my coffee from the machine.
At the kitchen table, I sat down, stretched my legs again, and took the first sip of my hot drink. As long as the three children were still getting dressed and showering, these few minutes belonged to me entirely. At least these ten minutes in the morning without stress or chaos and screaming children in the background I could enjoy. After that came the real life. I already prepared their breakfast, set the table, and sliced the bread. Actually, they could have done it themselves, but this saved them a few minutes.
Meanwhile, they knew that I was better not to provoke me before later sitting next to the house dragon at breakfast. My bad mood in the morning, if the alarm clock unjustifiably pulled me out of sleep, was already legendary. Even my husband could sing a song about it. It improved only during the course of the morning. Our children knew this well; when they saw my drooping mouth corners, they kept their distance to avoid triggering an explosion.
Due to the bad weather outside, I thought about wearing thicker clothes for work. I took my second coffee, sat down with a quickly prepared bread roll at the table, and took my second short break of the morning. The children joined me quietly at the table and strengthened themselves for the upcoming school hours. My oldest son reminded me again that they needed to buy their next monthly transportation ticket today. Accordingly, they also needed the money for it.
I got up from my chair, fetched my wallet from my handbag, and counted out the money for their tickets. I placed the counted money next to their mugs and said goodbye for another short break before the window. The wind shook the bare trees quite a bit. When I ended my break, the three were almost ready and preparing themselves for their school trip. They put on their jackets, slung their backpacks over their backs, and then set off towards the bus stop.
At this moment, my actual life began. Freed from motherly duties, I could finally return to my life as a wife and working woman. This had become extremely important for me. After twenty years of marriage, I discovered a long-hidden side in myself that now emerged. After our children were old enough and enjoyed their youth, my husband and I experimented a bit. Especially in the sexual area, we discovered further possibilities to enrich our relationship.
We had several conversations about it and tried out some of it during quiet hours. In this way, I discovered my previously unknown side. Although I took on the dominant role in work and child-rearing, I preferred to give it up in bed. This side emerged after I read a book about it. During one of our adventures, my husband took control, and it pleased me more than I could admit at first. Only gradually did I come out with this during our conversations.
We wanted to experiment further in this direction, which also pleased my husband very much. He felt the dominant role only slightly. Although he could get excited about it, we didn't make great progress on our own. We were simply completely inexperienced in this area and were looking for a solution. Before I had finished my second coffee, my husband came down the stairs. With a cheerful "Good morning my dear," I hugged him and gave him a loving kiss. He used the opportunity to openly grope me.
"But Mr. Doctor," I complained playfully. "You can't just grope a patient like that. What is this?"
"That was a breast cancer screening," he defended himself with a lustful smile.
I just shook my head and asked, "Since when is this examination only performed on one breast?"
"Since the patient was uncooperative and simply removed herself. I risk no lawsuit from an apparently desperate mother," he replied.
Smiling, I answered, "Bring the examination to completion, Mr. Doctor. What kind of poor service is this for a private patient?"
He rubbed his hands together briefly, came towards me, and began to fondle my breast lustfully. I put my hands around his neck, looked deeply into his eyes, and asked like the innocence of the countryside, "Do I have to undress topless? I saw this in a series, and they only fumble with naked breasts."
My husband didn't need to be told twice and opened my robe with quick hands. Fumbling in front of me, we kissed intensely. If there had been enough time, I wouldn't have minded being taken right on the breakfast table by him. Unfortunately, we didn't have enough time that morning, and we had to interrupt our intimate closeness prematurely.
He had to go to his practice, and I to my office. However, I insisted that we repeat the "examination" in the evening when the children were in bed. Of course, he immediately agreed. Smiling, he said goodbye to his "patient" and took his breakfast. I dressed for work, came back to the kitchen once more, and said goodbye with an intense kiss from my husband. In the hallway, I put on my coat and hurried to get into my car.
The rain got worse and the wind did its best to swirl the light raindrops almost horizontally in the air. Before the building of my workplace, which I held part-time, I discovered a foreign vehicle on my parking lot. Someone had simply parked there even though there were staff parking spaces with assigned car numbers. I parked my car directly behind it. If the person wanted to leave the parking space, they had to contact me and at that time would get their head washed. There were more than enough visitor parking spaces where you could park your car briefly for errands.
Until just after eleven, everything was quiet, and I worked through my appointments one by one. At some point, a colleague stuck her head into my office and asked, "A young couple is complaining that you parked their car. Can you let them out quickly?"
"No," I said firmly. "They park their piece of junk on my parking spot and vanish into the city. Now they have to wait until I finish or have their scrap heap transported by helicopter onto the street. Next time, I'll have the scrap car towed away."
Behind her, a slim young blonde and a broad-shouldered man pushed into my office, slammed the door in her face, and headed for my desk. The man narrowed his eyes and asked impatiently, "Are you the dirty slut who parked our car?"
That was exactly the right address with me. Calmly I said, "I prohibit this tone from a random nobody and a temporary use. If you mean the scrap heap that's blocking my reserved parking space and is blocked by your little Audi, you found the driver. Now be a good dog, take your sperm bucket for a shopping trip, and when you fly out of the coin mallorca after about two and a half hours, you can take the old metal to disposal. And now get out before I call the security service who will show you where God lives!"
The blonde looked at me angrily and said, "Then call your security service you half-day slut…" but was then pulled aside a bit by her master and I saw them whispering. I sat behind my desk and was about to pick up the phone when the two turned around wordlessly and left my office.
Smiling, I let the receiver drop back onto the cradle and continued working. I had won this exchange decisively, and the two could do absolutely nothing about it. One should never provoke me at my workplace. This could only go wrong, as the two impressively found out. Cheerful, I started my small sports car and set off for home. If our children came from school, they needed something to eat, and that was my task as a mother. My way led me to our stove, and I began preparing a quick lunch.
Of course, the children were the main consumers. My husband stayed in his practice, and I contented myself with a little food so that I wouldn't have to deal with housework with a full stomach. For today, washing was first on my schedule. This wasn't unusual. With our large family, so much laundry accumulated that I had to run a machine almost every day. In the afternoon, our children were usually out of the house and met their friends, giving me enough time to do my tasks in peace.
We were nothing more than a completely normal family, like there were thousands. After dinner and when our children finally disappeared into their rooms, I then had my well-earned evening off. I snuggled up to my husband on our sofa, and together we watched a movie on television. However, it didn't last very long before my private doctor wanted to continue his "examination" from the morning. Of course, I was only too happy to agree. He worked too much anyway, and I caught myself wanting to have sex with others.
On this evening, there was enough time for our affection. We didn't make it to our bed. Instead, we enjoyed ourselves on the couch for a while, well-lit by the flickering TV, where the evening film still played. At this moment, however, there was no film for us anymore. For me, there was a flesh whip and extremely exciting feelings. In conclusion, I also received warm cream sprayed onto my breasts and face. I took the pill again, and there was no reason for my husband to spread his DNA in hot bursts in my lower abdomen.
Unfortunately, we had to be a bit quieter to not wake the kids. Nevertheless, both of us came multiple times to our satisfaction. After a short refreshment break with a cool drink and some cuddling, there was even a second round with my doctor. In our marital bed, there was even a third round in the middle of the night. However, my husband didn't behave like the perfect gentleman anymore. Actually, he had never been the man of great or bad words while we enjoyed ourselves.
In this case, he apparently found pleasure in calling me a dirty little whore, pulling my hair, and even mistreating my natural stress balls. That was somewhat unusual. My husband usually held back as long as we didn't have sufficient practice yet. However, it fit what I wanted, and I willingly accepted the harder sex. Unfortunately, he wasn't hard enough for me yet. Much more had to happen before I fully enjoyed myself.
Afterward, I addressed my husband about what had suddenly come over him. It took a while before he gave me a cheerful answer. He had long desired the slightly harder approach but had never dared to give me what I needed. On this evening, however, something came over him, and he confessed very quietly that he wanted to have an additional mistress besides me as a mother. I should be available for him in the evening and do whatever he wanted sexually.
Actually, I didn't need to think much about this. We wanted to develop further, and we had never had a problem talking about our sex life. We exchanged very openly and often about it. However, I wanted us to attend a course. He should learn how to tie me properly. As a doctor, he naturally had some background so as not to cut off a vein, but with knots that didn't tie themselves, he knew nothing at all. This made us a bit nervous, and we needed an expert to give us instructions.
I was not a prostitute, just a normal housewife, but the thought of having to do everything for my husband in the evening already excited me very much. I noticed several times the longing glances of our neighbor, who constantly stared at my ass from the corner. He would probably also like to insert his cock once. Our children would certainly understand. They were well-informed and knew that we didn't just cuddle in bed. They themselves were at an age where they began dealing with their own sexuality and tried to land on the preferred gender. In this respect, we also spoke openly with our children. Sex was no taboo and should not be in any family.
In puberty, it comes through and then they need someone with whom they can speak without shame. The teachers at school could actually not take over this. They had other problems to deal with. We, on the other hand, encouraged our children to talk to us about everything, which they gladly accepted. In a quiet moment, they either talked to me or to my husband, who as a doctor naturally knew much more about sexuality than I did. I could only bring them closer to chemistry.
Chapter 2
The second day of the week began as the first had ended. Outside our bedroom window, a dark sky heavy with clouds threatened to unleash a downpour at any moment. However, my husband needed to get up earlier today. Before the alarm could pull him from his dreams, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I slid my hand under the blanket to his hips and found my target, which was already clearly visible.
A flagpole stood almost upright beneath the covers, which made me reconsider my strategy. What man wouldn't want to be woken up with a blowjob before the alarm went off? My husband surely was no exception, and since he had wanted me as his whore at least in the evenings, I could at least be a little more daring in the mornings. To avoid waking him prematurely with my movements, I carefully slid under the covers and positioned my head.
Gently I licked along his shaft with my tongue before taking the glans into my mouth and tenderly beginning to pleasure him. It took a little longer for the pleasant sensations to pull him from his dreams, and he inhaled deeply. When he was awake and had just stretched, I felt his hands on my head. Without paying attention to me, he rammed my head deeper onto his erection, waited a second until I came back up, then filled me completely again.
Had I been too gentle? Obviously so, because as I decided to take him a little harder, the blanket suddenly covered my head and my doctor grabbed me by the ears. Without mercy, he rammed my head onto his hard cock and became faster and faster. I could no longer keep up with pleasing him with my tongue. It was simply a rough blowjob he was giving me. In that moment, I couldn't really complain. I had started this and probably challenged him.
With a suppressed primal scream, he ejaculated into my esophagus. There was no other option but to swallow everything immediately, and then he naturally demanded a more thorough cleaning from me. This was actually pointless because we would shower anyway after getting up in the morning, but since he requested it, I had to grant it. This wasn't really a challenge, and I gladly took care of it for my husband. However, his alarm went off at that moment, and we needed to hurry.
Our morning routines had been tested over the years, and I usually went to shower while he was still in bed. Additionally, I needed to prepare breakfast for the children immediately afterward. This time my husband used it for his shower and got dressed. I just put on my robe in the morning before getting ready for work and applying a little makeup. To save time, we stood under the shower at the same time.
Our kids were already ready and had prepared their breakfast themselves. Occasionally it happened that I needed longer, which wasn't a problem for them anymore. They were teenagers and old enough to take care of a bit of breakfast on their own. They disappeared to the bus stop, and I cleared their used dishes away. That was just my fate as a mother. However, I also thought about my husband and prepared his breakfast too. At least his coffee was already at his place when he came down dressed.
I took a moment for him and then went to the bedroom to get ready for work. After I was done, I said goodbye to my husband, put on my coat, and left our house. The drive to my workplace wasn't really long, but the radio kept me entertained with an engaging song. Today, at least, my parking space wasn't occupied, and a small smile crossed my face. My visitors from yesterday, the young couple, must have understood the hint.
At my desk, I dealt with the pending tasks and made good progress. It wasn't anything difficult, and I didn't need to gather any additional information. Shortly before half past eleven on this morning, I received a visit from the couple again. Both had a cruel smile on their faces, and the broad-shouldered young man threw me an envelope on my desk without a word. Curiously, I asked, "What is this? Your apology for yesterday morning or the order form for lunch you want to pay me?"
"Not at all," laughed the blonde woman. "Open the envelope and see what we brought you nicely."Suspiciously, I opened the envelope and poured the contents into my hand. My eyes almost fell out of my head. They were only pictures. Pictures from the evening sex with my husband. Everything about me was clearly visible on them. Even the moment my husband ejaculated onto my chest was clearly visible on the photos. Additionally, there was a close-up of my genitals with my face in the background. They must have photographed us through the window. I immediately lost all color from my face and looked at the two in confusion.
Both laughed, and the male visitor said only carelessly, "These are just some photos we printed. We have almost a full memory card of them, and if you don't cooperate, we'll wallpaper the whole city with your pictures. Additionally, some copies will go to your fine doctor, your breadwinner, and the school where you send your miscreants every morning. If you're nice and do what we want, we'll delete the recordings without anyone seeing them."
"This is blackmail!" I shouted. "I'll report both of you and then see how long you end up in jail."
"Yes, it is, little slut. But I've already uploaded the pictures to the internet tonight, and the link goes with a small movement directly to a special magazine. I took the liberty of placing an advertisement that invites every reader of the magazine to rape you immediately when they see you because you like it. And the police don't need to bother themselves with finding out from which IP address this was set up. They'll end up right with you. Who would ever use their first names as a WLAN password?" laughed the blonde woman deeply evil.
They had watched us having sex, photographed it, and even cracked our password. If these pictures ended up in the global data network, I would be safe nowhere on earth. No company would hire me anymore, and all customers would know all intimate details of my life. Although this wouldn't have a big impact on my marriage, if my children saw their parents completely naked in the city, I'd have to explain a lot. Naturally, these pictures would then be spread around the schoolyard by other students, and our children would become the ridicule of the school.
But what did the two actually want from me? Downcast, I asked, "And what do I have to do so that the pictures disappear and neither me nor my family are threatened?"
"Not much," laughed the blonde woman at me. "We want your phone number, and when you receive a message, you do whatever is in it. That's all that's needed."
Since I didn't work at a bank, I was pretty sure it wasn't about money for them. A bank employee would have been the better choice. I was only responsible for advising customers. It dealt with legal requirements, what they had to do to develop a material or which we offered. I pointed this out to the two, but received only laughter. They knew everything was already set and it wasn't about money. They wanted to punish me for yesterday's performance.
Out of pure desperation, I noted down my phone number for them on a piece of paper and pushed it to the edge of my desk. Thereupon, the man took the small piece of paper, put it in his pocket, and the two left my office with broad grins. I remained completely bewildered alone in my office. I had to read it three times to understand what was actually going on, and I still didn't understand anything. My entire head was somehow blocked, and my concentration was extremely limited.Throughout the afternoon, I was almost useless. My thoughts constantly circled around what the two actually wanted from me, and also the worries about my husband. Should I tell him the truth or would it be better not to say anything about the blackmail. In the late afternoon, when my husband came home from his practice, I let our children do their homework in their room and sat down at the kitchen table. He took a large glass of water, sat opposite me, and I asked him exactly what he had planned and what I had to do as his whore for him.
Instead of an answer, he showed me some pictures on his phone. Only young naked women were visible on them, who engaged in various practices. Some were decorated with elaborate restraints, which were simply used for sex. This was what he imagined for the evening with me. The only thing that repelled me were the individual red stripes on their skin. They must have come from impact tools, which was completely contrary to my wishes. Gentle and rather loving were very important to me in sex, and so far my husband had behaved the same way. I asked him directly about it, and his answer came after a few seconds, "Forget the red stripes, darling. I could never hit you so hard. That's simply not me. What I did to you yesterday was already the maximum I could do to you."
I remembered how he had treated my breasts. However, that was only briefly painful for me, and I could still accept it. Only I wondered how he wanted to tie me up. This made him laugh, and he told me he thought about attending a small course with me. There he wanted to learn the techniques and then refine them at home with and on me. Another course was also conceivable until he felt really confident. To find a compromise, I agreed to attend such a course with him.
However, under the condition that a maximum of one teacher or one instructor would be there for him and I wouldn't have to appear completely naked in front of them. Additionally, I allowed him to choose one day of the week on which he could practically test his passion with me. Sex was an important factor in every relationship, and a bit of fresh air couldn't really hurt after many years. He accepted the offer and chose Thursday as the test day. At least once every four weeks, I would have to be available for him as my little personal whore in the evening.
I said nothing about the blackmail from the young couple at work. I wanted to keep it secret from him as long as possible until I knew what the two actually wanted from me. Maybe I could just sit this out. After all, it was only about fulfilling a short message. It couldn't really be that bad. However, nothing happened in this direction for the next two days. It was almost everything like before. My husband disappeared to his practice in the morning, and I could work without disturbance. However, it was Thursday, and I had to endure my husband's first test of the evening.
After the children were in bed and I returned to our living room, my husband was sitting on the couch and told me he wanted a striptease from me first. Out of pure precaution, I pulled the curtains closed, put on quiet music, and began moving visibly for him. My hips swirled, I presented him my still wrapped breasts, and slowly started to unbutton my blouse. Knowing we didn't have much time left until we would also be in bed to get through the last workday of the week, I undressed very slowly in front of him. This already had a big effect on him.
From my place, I could clearly see that it was quite tight in his pants. My rather shapeless movements excited him anyway. Or was it precisely because he got what he wanted for the first time? It didn't really matter to me. As long as the evening wouldn't last too long. When I stood completely naked before him and moved to the music, his next wish came. I should lie directly on the low couch table in front of him, spread my legs, and caress myself for him. But this didn't put me in a difficult situation either. He already knew my entire body and was also present during the birth of our children.
In the delivery room, he had already seen much more intimate insights into me. Additionally, he was a doctor and the human anatomy was completely familiar to him. Spreading my legs, I moved onto the table, leaned back, and began playing with my still dry vagina with my fingers. I needed a few minutes to relax and enjoy my tender fingers. It was somewhat unusual after such a long time to touch myself again. Actually, I hadn't needed it since our engagement. We had often had our little trysts, and my husband wasn't exactly reluctant to short adventures that came from me.
So there was no lack of tender moments between us, which made self-pleasure unnecessary. My husband sat quietly directly in front of my slit on the sofa and kept his eyes attentively on my fingers. This gradually got me going, and I wondered when my husband would finally bring out his penis. The answer didn't remain hidden from me for long. Before I could think about it properly, he pushed my legs to the side, asked me to turn over, and turned my face towards him.
In the meantime, he had only opened the top button of his pants and smiled at me happily. Exactly like this had been imagined, and he was happy like a child on Christmas that I followed his requests without delay. Without taking his eyes off mine, he freed his hard combat tool from his shorts. Then it became a bit rougher, and he pulled me by my hair over his stiff erection. Barely whispering, he ordered, "Suck my cock you dirty slut."
No questions remained open. Since I was already in the right position on the table in front of him, I just had to lower my head slightly and clamp the moistly glistening tip between my lips. A slight moan escaped him as I slowly moved my head up and down, creating a suction in my mouth. Carefully, I circled the small penile band with my tongue, which made him even wilder. I had learned this during my first relationships in my youth.