The Dish - Introduction

My wife and I established a system to know when we were both in the mood for various activities. We have a small table against the wall in our entry hallway. There is a system of rules to control the tempo of how often a request can be made, by either partner. This is how it began.

We'd, I'd rather, introduced bondage and kink play, role-playing, BDSM and the desire for a Dom Sub experience in the bedroom. We'd never been terribly vanilla in our intimacy but we weren't out flaunting the fact that we had an increasing number of sex toys, equipment, and gear either. We quietly lived our fairly normal lives and from time to time would experiment with something new. The more we tried, the more we enjoyed things and the further we pushed the boundaries. I'd honestly took the line a bit too far with "living" a dominant and submissive lifestyle when one morning I was in the mood on a Saturday, the house was empty and as we finished our coffee in the living room with the news on the television I dropped a pillow on the floor in front of me and just boldly said "Come kneel over here and see if you can help me relieve some stress." as I gestured to my thick engorged length barely held in by my pajama shorts.

Jenny looked over at me rather frustrated and angry "I'm not some submissive live in play thing that you can just request to suck you off at leisure, I'm your wife. I know we've talked about the whole dominant submissive lifestyle thing but I'm just not ready to be a full time submissive. We've got to get back to some basics and a way to communicate that we're open for different things. I mean what if I want to be dominant sometime, or what if one of us wants something more basic, or something different. We've got to fix this before it ruins us Joey, we can't just have you comming home being Mr Dominant and me just playing along as little miss submissive all the time. I miss just sex sometimes, I miss just fooling around and doing hand stuff or dry humping each other like a couple of lust fueled college kids sometimes. Hell I even just want to role play something different sometimes. But we're in this rut and we need to fix it before it wrecks us. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go out shopping with some friends to cool off and we need to find a way to solve this before it breaks us so you can think about that while I'm out for the day!" Jenny stood up and kicked the pillow I had placed on the floor across the room, went and gathered a few things and left for the day still visibly mad as she stormed out.

I sat... I had gone and messed up. Took this whole dominant submissive thing one step too far. Requesting her to service me on a Saturday morning while watching the news and expecting her to willingly crawl over, pull down my boxers and eagerly service me orally until I climaxed somewhere in or on her and fit her to be happily excited about the task and result.

Now how to fix it? I placed my coffee cup on the table stood, picked up the pillow and straightened the couch and headed upstairs to shower.

On the way up I passed the hall entry with the table and the dish recalling of college key parties from when we were younger. That dish was used for several of those events. I began to recall those evenings as I headed the rest of the way up, grabbed a towel, some fresh clothes and started the shower pissed at myself and thinking about our relationship. She didn't want a full time dominant submissive life but didn't say she wanted out or to be done done actually she specifically said "We've got to get back to some basics and a way to communicate that we're open for different things." before she continued through the rest of her thought. So she wanted a way to communicate being open to things.

I was starting to think things through more clearly and calmly and allowed the warmth of the shower to begin to relax me. I began to think of the other things she had said about role-playing, slowing down, doing missionary, doing hand stuff and dry humping, perhaps even her being dominant. I began to assemble an idea of how to offer choice and freedom of flexibility.

Calming myself and recalling the monolog Jenny had rambled off I let the warm water run over me and recalled the many more ordinary activities that we had explored. Daydreaming about things and recalling many sensuous sessions just in this shower we had remodeled and customized several aspects alone to allow for sexual exploits, the bench built along the back of the shower to be able to sit on or lean onto to allow for her to bend over and brace herself or sit on my lap and either ride me or enjoy time exploring each others bodies and masturbating ourselves or each other to epic loud orgasms, the noise bouncing off the tiled insulated walls to retain the lewd sounds from escaping the room, the open shower wet room design with no curtain or glass wall allowing for ample room and easy clean up of not only each other but the surfaces as well. I started to become aroused and recalled all of the research we had done to find a lube that was highly water resistant to allow smooth flowing actions for hand play or penetration. Knowing that we had installed an on demand water heater with high flow to keep up with the multiple shower heads and steam jets and carefully selected multi function, and multi orgasmic, hand sprayer as well. I found myself slowly fondling my now hard seven and a half inch long two inch wide shaft.

As my mind wondered back through these times images of Jenny wantonly and eagerly participating, stroking me vigorously, begging for me to burry myself inside her, demanding that I climax inside her when we were attempting to conceive children. Her fit frame, tan and relatively lean begging to be deposited inside of seeking to spawn new life. I started drawing my hand up and down my length imagining my brunette goddess bent at the waist, water and steam covering us both, as I stood behind her gripping her hips and entering her from behind the wet slapping sound of my pelvis making contact with her firm globe like buttocks and the feel of my scrotum tapping against her mons and clitoris as we vigorously searched for a simultaneous climax where we would mash our bodies together. My hand stroked more quickly, I squirted some conditioner into my palm to use as lube on my bare shaved manhood enjoying the silky smooth feeling of the lotion like application my legs began to quiver and my glutes clenched, my testes drew high and tight in my scrotum as my self pleasure orgasm drew closer. A few more rapid strokes of my hand and my jaw clenched as I grunted and let out a moan of her name and began to spurt multiple ropes of white sticky semen several feet out from me into long lines on the shower floor as I continued to manipulate myself through the heights of a powerful orgasm dispensing my built up seed onto the shower room floor and watched it begin to be scattered away by the hot flowing water as my pleasure subsided and my erection began to become too sensitive and soften. I rinsed my hands under and my penis and testes off, finished washing and made sure to send the remnants of my ejaculate down the floor drain before turning off the shower and drying myself and getting dressed. I left my graying slightly thinning hair to mostly air dry in a messy fashion and headed back downstairs.

Walking back down I once again passed the dish in the front entry and thought more about it's use to select partners, could it be used to select other activities? I went to the kitchen and made myself a mid day mai tai to have a cocktail, then grabbed a note pad and pen and headed back to the living room, turned the television back on the same boring all day news channel and thought back through Jenny's statement and worked at the start of an idea. I poured several hours, and several cocktails into writing and re-writing mutiple drafts of this concept down into my notepad before going to grab my computer, excited about the concept and it's hopeful approach to repairing what I had allowed to become damaged in our relationship by my outright wants and desires and assuming those aligned with her non verbal acceptance as the status quo not realizing she was not enjoying the full time submissive role I had assigned to her.

By the time Jenny got home I had flushed out a document, a slide deck, a few print outs, and solid draft of a new arrangement. I ordered some take out to be delivered late-ish, knowing she would likely not be home until well into the dinner hour and set four bottles of white wine in the chiller to be available for my conversation and presentation I wanted to give.

"Hey Babe!" I excitedly greeted her as she came back through the door looking sun drenched and maybe like her and the other ladies had spent more time at a bar patio than they had spent shopping. I walked over and gave her a hug embracing her and said "I'm sorry, you're right, I didn't take your feelings into account and I never bothered to check in and ask how you were handling the situation I placed upon you. I took your non verbal participation as a go ahead and didn't ask any further dumbly assuming that if you weren't enjoying it you would just use our safe word to stop things. I understand you didn't want or need anything to 'stop' but you were not enjoying feeling like someone that was being used instead of being in a loving relationship. I did a lot of thinking this morning and put a lot of thought and effort this afternoon into something that I think we could use moving forward. Do you mind joining me in the living room for a bit of a presentation? I ordered some take out from your favorite place to be delivered in about and hour and a half and I've got four bottles of white wine in the chiller. I can go get us a couple of glasses and show you my idea if you're willing to join me?"

"You've been drinking haven't you Joey?" Jenny asked me, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Well, yes, I had a few mai tai's while working through things, but, I believe I've come up with a good plan to get back to basics, but still allow for either one of us to have the option to seek the go ahead for any other activities that either partner may be interested in, all without the pressure of a conversation regarding the desire and with free will of the other person to accept or decline the activity." I said with a bit too much energy of what I felt was a rather great plan.

"Alright... I guess... let's see what you've come up with..." Jenny wasn't happy or recovered fully from her abrupt session telling Joey her thoughts earlier in the day and rolled her eyes at him as she took a bottle of wine from the chiller with a glass and walked to the living room.

"Okay, so first things first, I once again apologize for my crude action and language this morning. I felt that we were on a page that it is now clear to me that we very well were not on. So with that being said, please forgive me, relax, and let me ensure you that we are no longer in a dominant submissive arrangement and unless we agree to a set place, setting, event, time or duration of a dominant submissive activity in the future for a specified place and time frame that will not be our normal from this morning forward. What I have had time to think about and build through this morning and afternoon I believe is something that will allow both of us to share any activity really, bedroom wise or otherwise, that we feel a need to allow the other person to have time to contemplate without the pressure of being in the presence of the other person." I handed her a printed set of activities as examples and clicked on the slide deck from my laptop to the television sharing my screen starting with a photo of the entry hall with the table and dish upon it as the focus of the photo.

"So we have the entry hall table, with the large dish on it that we often just place our keys in, that in the past had been used for key parties occasionally. This was the inspiration of the idea and is the center point of the presentation. The ground rules would be as follows." I clicked to the next slide beginning a list of rules for "The Dish" and poured myself a glass of wine and let a moment set as I took a sip before continuing.

"First, the dish is to be used as a way to communicate any activity, and I do mean any in the global sense, for instance I don't particularly care to go to plays or musicals, but you do, so if one was announced that you had a desire to go to then you could print out a sheet or write the show and when tickets go on sale and simply leave it in the dish for me to take. Then I can see that you've made a request, take it with me to think about and if it's not something I would like to do I simply either leave it in the dish or place it back in the dish within twenty four hours of when I took it. If it is something I'm wanting to do then I keep the item and that is your acknowledgement that I accept the invitation and you can then knowingly proceed to make plans for it and talk about it. Make sense so far?" Joey paused and took a drink from his glass.

Jenny nodded in agreement and took a long swig of her glass, she had been drinking already and was likely tipsy and now would probably be drunk within the hour.

"Good. So then you could see how this could be used to request any number of things, dinner out, vacation, a purchase of some sort, and any semblance of bedroom activities. For example I could place your collar in the dish along with a note saying that I want to be your dominant for the evening or the weekend beginning at end of work Friday and ending at sunrise Monday; if you kept the collar and note I would know you agreed to the scenario and can start to discuss it and make plans, if you returned the collar and note to the dish then I know you're not interested in the offer at this time. Still with me so far?" Joey asked and looked toward Jenny.

Jenny looked a little annoyed by my commentary on a request to be dominant but didn't say anything and just nodded affirmation again.

"So we would need to agree that there is no time limit on this dish system and the only time limit is the twenty four hours that a request is allowed to sit. After twenty four hours if no action is taken by the other person the request will be assumed denied and the request will be removed. Then the third rule is that if a request is denied, the requestor can not ask that same request OR anything above that level of request again until the following month, but may still make requests for lesser things or activities. The fourth rule is that there is only to be one request at a time in the dish per person; and the fifth rule is that there is no order as to who can ask when, we may each have a request in the dish at the same time or just one of us. The sixth rule is that accepting a request of your partner does not mean that they must then in turn accept any requests made by the other person, each request is a stand alone request. Still following me?" I clicked through a few more slides describing the rules and then stopped before getting to some photo examples.

"So, what is the point of the dish? Is it so that we can avoid discussing things or is it so that one person doesn't feel pressured by the other persons presence while they contemplate the request?" Jenny asked, taking a drink from her glass being a bit careless with how much wine she was consuming.

"Well, the goal of this is so that we don't have the issue of the other person present and having the pressure of an answer, the dish allows each person the ability to think about the request thoughtfully before making a decision and not having to feel pressured into a yes or no decision or conversation on the spot. If they wish to ask questions about the request they may do so. Let me show you an example or two." I advanced to the next slide. "Here you see a menu to the sushi place that I like, a set of chopsticks and a note that says 'I request that we order sushi delivery and enjoy dinner nude on the patio together.' So I would place it in the dish as shown here and wait for you to keep the items showing acceptance for me to proceed, you to place the items back in the dish declining the request or within the twenty four hours you ask any clarifying questions. What would your reaction and or questions be to this request?" I asked and glanced at my watch knowing that sushi would be delivered very soon with an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Hmm... well... I'm not sure that I would ever have agreed to this request, but, if I had, then the questions would have been, how far are you wanting this? Would the doorbell ring and someone open the door naked or are we dressing, how would we sit and eat? And, would the lights be on, or off, or just dimmed. I guess this would depend on your answer to the first question. You can tell I'm not fond of this idea and you know that I don't enjoy sushi as much as you do, so, the second question would be why? Why did you request this? If we had discussed a night of BDSM then I can understand the request, but, for a simple dinner, well, it's just not something that appeals to me and I'm not sure if I'm understanding the point." Jenny said finishing her glass of wine.

"Fair enough. The idea is not about the particular request but the fact that there is no pressure to decide yes or no on the spot. So then perhaps a better example. Here we have a print out of a discount deal to St. Martin for a four day weekend at a resort with the note clarifying that there is no expectations of sexual activities, it is simply a romantic date weekend and we'll see how we feel while we're there. How would you feel about that request and what questions would you have?" I heard the doorbell and went to get the food from the delivery person and returned with a tray of sushi, chopsticks, soy sauce, wasabi and pickled ginger and set it down on the coffee table handing her a set of chopsticks and sitting down more closely to her.

"Ok, that seems a bit better than the last one. I'd ask why you chose this particular island and what activities are included at the resort, where would we be staying, is this an all inclusive resort, do they have a nude beach or pool and if so do you want to try them, do you have plans for things to do or are we going to wing it?" Jenny replied and seemed to begin to relax.

"Ok then here's one more." I flicked to the next slide, a photo of the dish containing a lingerie costume which when worn is a take on a classic sleeping beauty dress but it consists of a bra, corset, panties, garters and stockings. No note, no explanation given. "What would you think of finding this in the dish?" I took a bite of sushi and followed with finishing my first glass of wine.

"Hmm... is there something planned with it? Would you have a script for a play or fantasy? Why that outfit? Is there a reason?" Jenny asked taking a drink of her wine and a bite of her food.

"Those are all valid questions. It would be a request to wear it to bed for some fun playing with my princess." I waited for a reply.

"Ok, that could be a fun evening, would you be dressing in something to play a role or is this more a matter of wanting to have fun in the moment with a little role-playing? Are we talking a sexy scene and you'd want to have me pretend I don't know you and then get captured or what?" She was asking a lot of questions, a good sign, but maybe a sign that she was more drunk than I realized.

"Mainly it would be just to make you look even more sexy than you adjust are sweetie. Do you have any ideas of things you might put in the dish for requests?" I leaned back in the couch and looked at my wife as she munched another piece of sushi.

"Well... what if I put a cock ring, butt plug and ball gag in the dish and a note that said I wanted to dominate you for a night or a whole weekend? How would you like that?" Jenny was a bit tipsy as she spoke more at me and the lingerie on the screen than to me.

"I'd think it would be a lot of fun." I replied.

"Really? You'd let me dominate you? You'd let me put those things on you, fuck you, use toys on you, control your pleasure?" She sounded like she was a little surprised by my response.

"If it's what you want and desire, yes. I'd love to be dominated sometime, have you tease and torture me a bit edging my orgasms away from me. " I responded.

"You are one interesting man." She said with a smile. "What if I were to ask for you to tie me up and use that monster erection on me until I couldn't take it anymore? Or blindfold and edge me until I begged for an orgasm? Or what if I asked you to torment just my poor little nipples making me experience pain and pleasure until I came just from nipple play? Or what if I wanted to do you... you know like do you with a strap on?" Jenny blushed a little speaking unusually frankly, probably from having a few extra drinks.

"Then I would tell you that the answer would be a yes and ask if there was a date or duration attached. I'm not going to tell you no to something you want or have a desire for sweetheart, you have a safe word and you know that I have a safe word. I think we could have a lot of fun with this system if we set it up right and agreed on the rules." I leaned in and gave her a kiss and took her wine glass setting it on the table and kissed her again and pulled her closer to me.

"I love you Joey. Thank you for this." Jenny whispered in my ear and we sat and cuddled a little as she ran her hands across my chest.

"You're welcome, princess. I was hoping this could be a good solution." I leaned in to kiss her again.

Jenny stopped me "Wait. What if I want to go on a date with someone else?"

I was a bit taken back and stunned. "Uhhh..."

"It's not that I would ever want to cheat on you or anything, but, I'm curious, what if I asked you to go on a date, a full dinner, movie, dancing, sex the works kind of date, with another man or woman? I wouldn't actually do it, I'd just want to see if you would allow it and how that would feel." She asked.

"Well, it wouldn't be the same as a one night stand or a fling, so I'd want a little more information, but, I would never tell you no unless I had a legitimate reason. As long as it was a date and not a fling, I could live with the thought of you having a romantic evening with someone else. If we set a date and a duration. I'd be open to the idea. Kind of hot to think about you out on a sexy little date with another man or woman as long as you're still coming home to me." I responded.

"So you'd not feel jealous or possessive if I was going out on a date with someone else and it went well and there was a second date or anything?" Jenny was a bit taken back.

"As long as we were both open and honest and clear about the arrangement. There would have to be trust, but, no, I don't think I'd be jealous, but, I would likely want some details or updates along the way." I replied honestly.

"This is not the conversation I was expecting when you asked me to join you for a presentation on the dish." She said smiling.

"But, is it something you'd be open to thinking about and considering?" I asked her, a little nervously.

"Maybe, I think so, it's definitely something that I'll think about and give some serious consideration to. Especially maybe trying a date with another woman." She said leaning over and giving me a kiss. "Joey, I might be a little drunk and I might regret this but why don't you put that pillow from this morning back in the floor and ask me what you asked me this morning." She whispered in my ear.

"Come kneel over here and see if you can help me relieve some stress." I whispered in her ear and placed the pillow back in the floor between my feet as I spread my legs as she had requested.

She crawled over, reached up under her sundress and pulled her thong panties down and off. Then slowly ran her hands up her inner thighs, lifted her dress off her body and moved between my legs.

I sat looking at the most beautiful sight before me, the woman of my dreams, the mother of my children, the woman that made my life worth living and she was looking back at me.

"May I master?" She asked me.

"Please." I responded.

"Thank you, master." She looked at me, lowered her head, and began kissing and licking the head of my member through my jeans.

"You're so hot and hard sir. Would you please release your big heavy length for me?" She smiled and knelt forward anticipating my movements to unzip my pants releasing the hard drooling monster inside to her.

I reached down and unzipped my pants and pushed them down past my knees, my erect thick seven and a half inch shaft popping out and resting on her face, a drop of pre cum forming on the tip.

"Oh, master. May I please have a taste of you?" She looked up at me.

"Please." I replied.

"Mmmmmm thank you sir. You taste so good." She slid her tongue down and back up my shaft then circled around the head, lapped up the pre cum and began to take me into her mouth.

I ran my hand through her hair and placed it on the back of her head enjoying the feeling as she took more of me into her warm wet orifice, sliding her tongue up and down the bottom of my length as she sucked on me, her other hand cupping and caressing my sack and the base of my member.

"You're so hard for me master, would you mind if I climbed up and knelt on your lap facing you and sat down on it sir? I think it would be so fitting to ride you and let you suckle my nipples and chest while you're inside me sir." Jenny pouted looking up at me from under my bobbing throbbing shaft kissing my scrotum and waiting for me to reply batting her eyes at me and trying to act innocent while kneeling naked beneath the turgid erection.

"That sounds like a great idea baby." I replied and took my hand from her head and placed both hands behind her shoulders and pulled her up to me and embraced her and kissed her, her arms going around my neck and shoulders and her tongue exploring my mouth as she moved into position and slowly sank down upon my manhood moaning in delight.

We slowly worked together, her rolling her hips and grinding against me, my hands on her rear lifting and lowering her body, my mouth working her chest, sucking, biting, kissing and nibbling at her breasts, her neck, her lips and face, both of us moaning and enjoying the moment as we had sex, our passion and desire for each other rising to the occasion and we quickly built ourselves towards climaxes.

"Oh, oh, mmmmmm, yesss, oooohhhh, ahhhh, god, yessss, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhhh, ahh, ahh, ahhhhhhhhhhh, AHHHHHHHHH" Jenny began to spasm and quiver with the onset of her orgasm and she started to slow her movements.

I gripped her hips and began to thrust upward while raising and lowering her limber form firmly and quickly up and down deeply into her as her orgasm began and continued to increase my raising and dropping of her slowly limpening body on the wide invading flesh protruding from me. "Yes baby, climax for me, orgasm on your masters big fat shaft. Oooohhhhhh, mmmmmm, you're so hot, and tight, ooooooohhhh." I could feel her body gripping me as her orgasm subsided and I knew that I would be cumming soon.

As she became more like a rag doll at the end of her climax I lifted her off of my length and set her kneeling back on the floor and then stood over her stroking my leaking appendage coated with her wetness and my precum as lubricant. "Look up here sweetie. Come up on your knees and let me finish in your mouth please. Quickly, I'm about to erupt!" I told her and she rose up on her knees and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and closing her eyes awaiting the inevitable.

"Ah, ah, oh, oh, ahhhhh, oooohhh, mmmmm, oh, oh, ahhhhhhh, mmmm, ahhh, ahhhhh" My legs began to quiver and shake as I neared the final moments and felt the start of the build up her mouth wasn't quite to the head when the sight of my sexually exhausted wife coming toward my tip with her mouth open ready to take my head, still coated in her own fluids, into her mouth triggered my orgasm and the first rope launched and lurched from the mushroom tip and landed with an audible splat type noise on her forehead above her left eye surprising me and shocking Jenny into a never before held reaction.

"Ohh yeah Sir! Paint my face, cover me with your seed Sir... spray me, cover me with your cum!" Jenny closed her eyes knelt down arched her head back and allowed me to unleash my orgasm on her.

Never before had she said 'cum' even during the dirtiest sex we'd ever had and never before had she allowed me even the most remote opportunity to cum on her face, sure on her belly or chest or on her back but never her face. This lewd offer by my ravishing milf wife turned my orgasm into a gushing flow depositing multiple ropes of semen in her hair, over her face, on her neck, across her chest and breasts. "Ohhhh, mmmmm, God, you're so hot like that. So beautiful, so perfect." I panted as my climax began to ebb, my legs shaking, and my hands holding her head still as the final ropes spurted and deposited on her face and neck. "You're beautiful! So sexy you little minx!" I panted and dropped to my knees and began to feverishly kiss her not caring that we were sharing in consuming and swapping my still warm sticky semen as our mouths battled against each other.

Finally catching our breath I took her by the hand and stood. "Let's go shower and clean you up sweetheart." Leading her to the steps.

As we passed the dish in the front halfway she touched her hand along the rim and said "I can't wait to see what requests we have for each other."