I read a tweet the other day that said “If it’s always fun, it’s not D/s.” At the time I gave a quick laugh of agreement, but the thought remained in my mind this past weekend.
Pet got home from her weeklong trip Friday evening and it felt wonderful to have her back in my arms. I presented her with a training collar and we had a passionate but brief bedroom reunion followed by a short talk before falling asleep in exhaustion. I think we both wanted a lazy, relaxing weekend to catch up but that was not to be. As the timing worked out, we had a family trip arranged and had to set out with three children in tow the next morning at 8am for a 90 mile drive.
The morning began with some tension as we were both tired and the children insisted on tormenting each other. Pet behaved respectfully and the day went well for the most part, but it was obvious that we had once again failed to prepare ourselves properly for how to deal with the D/s dynamic in such close and constant proximity to the children.
Unknown to Pet, I had been scheming. We knew ahead of time that the sleeping arrangements would not find us in the same bed that night. If I wanted her, I would have to be creative. After a day of sightseeing, she and the children were resting in the hotel room. I went exploring, looking at stairwells, elevators, dark corners, anyplace that could be semi-private. We had an event to attend in the evening and I was determined to create some alone time.
During the event, our children were playing with others and having a good time. I took her hand and told her that we needed to go outside for a moment. We quickly slipped out a side door and went to the parking ramp. Once there we began kissing and I squeezed her magnificent breasts through her shirt. A look of surprise came to her face as I unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down but she offered no resistance when I opened the passenger door and nudged her forward. She was standing outside the car, bent over with her forearms on the seat and ass on display to me. Wasting no time, I unzipped myself and buried my cock in her waiting pussy from behind. The combination of cool night air, the public setting, and the view beneath me was exhilarating. It wasn’t long before I exploded inside her. We recomposed ourselves, kissed and returned to the party.
At the end of the evening when we were all back in our room Pet headed for the shower. That morning, in anticipation of her being a Good Girl, I had packed her favorite vibrator as a reward. I discreetly passed it to her with a smile and whispered “You’re welcome.”
Unfortunately, after her shower the children quickly pulled us back to parent mode. There was a bit of a meltdown Saturday night getting them to sleep and Sunday morning, the chaos broke loose. The two youngest were in rare form and it escalated quickly. I did what I thought necessary to intervene. Pet felt that I was undermining her authority with the children. Heated looks were exchanged and everything broke down. Trying to balance our D/s dynamic with the stress of the previous week, exhaustion, and playing referee to children proved too much.
We drove the 90 miles home in silence. The afternoon brought more silence but gave us some down time to think. Around 5pm we went outside to talk in privacy. We each shared our feelings and how we interpreted the circumstances of the morning. It was exactly what we needed and in the end, it was agreed that we both want to continue to work on the D/s aspect of our marriage. There is much room for growth and learning, but Pet and I are continuing to move forward. Despite the rough day, we are resolved that this is right for us and we will find a way to make it work together.