Looking back on our summer holiday

Finally our Summer Holiday is upon us, Mrs Taylor's and Mr Taylor's summer holiday that is, the family summer holiday having been completed in July. Though the family holiday was fun it did not allow me to serve my Goddess 24/7 which is the thing I cherish most.

Easyjet have asked Mrs Taylor too many times at the gate to let them put her carry on bag in to the hold as surprise surprise there is no overhead baggage space left. Only to find upon collecting her case from the baggage carousel that her the luggage has been rifled, last flight her sunglasses and favourite vibrator were pinched. Thankfully her new sunglasses look super sexy on her beautiful face... her replacement vibrator seems to hit the spot as well.

So now we join the queue of individuals that pay the premium for speedy boarding thus ensuring Mrs Taylor's luggage is guaranteed space in the cabin. When waiting to board a plane, a glance at the  speedy boarding line summarises the type of person that I really don't want to be. Air travel is in my opinion a miserable experience from arrival at the Airport all the way through to arrival at the destination, if you look at the type of person who has opted for speedy boarding or any "premium" option they strike me people who place too much importance on how others see them and their position in life, I am lucky enough to have learnt perhaps a bit late that a lowly position can lead to a contented and happy life.

I guess it seems a fair exchange  my principles discarded to ensure Mrs Taylor's luggage is guaranteed to be cabin baggage on the flight, stowed above our heads, safe from the baggage handlers. I am now with those people I least like to be associated with, the ladder climbers of life in the speedy boarders queue.

Our motor home has been left in Milan, we flew home from the family motor home holiday, now we are flying back to Milan to carry on our journey.

We land and check in to an airport hotel just for the night that I booked over the internet in Mrs Taylor's name, it's a pleasure to watch the check in staff deal with Mrs Taylor while I wait to one side. My only task now being baggage boy and lift operator, Mrs Taylor dislikes touching the buttons of the lift

Our room is standard issue that you find the world over, I unpack her case and make tea for my Goddess. Undress her and hang her clothes. For the morning I pick out a short lightweight summer dress and thong knickers, tomorrow is a big driving day with many motorway tolls to pay, being a right hand drive vehicle Mrs Taylor will pay the tolls from the passenger seat, this will require her to extend her luscious torso to reach the motorway toll automated payment screen, where she will insert her credit card. A carefully selected dress will allow me to glimpse her pert naked arse while Mrs Taylor carries out the transaction. Luckily my selection of clothing meets with her approval.

We awake early the next morning, the motor home is collected from storage, we plan to set off for the port of Ancona to catch the ferry to Greece.

Unfortunately the battery has died on the motor home while in storage, with little help from the storage site owner we get a jump start, the camper is fuelled so we can have a good run to charge the battery before we need to remove the keys from the ignition to unlock the fuel cap.

We board the overnight ferry to Greece, Mrs Taylor makes my favourite meal Thai Green Curry then relaxes in the bed at the rear of the motor home with a glass of her favourite red wine and a box set of House MD while I am asked to undress, then tidy away dinner, while she watches TV. With the motor home spick and span, Mrs Taylor requests her legs shaved by her naked husband. I delight in my duties, to serve her is perhaps my greatest pleasure. I run some warm water into a bowel get a new razor and towel and shave those luscious legs while trying not to distract Mrs Taylor from her TV programme.

Once finished Mrs Taylor watches the sunset out the window of the motor home, while the ferry crosses the Adriatic, I am put to work between her thighs, her pussy is hairless has the scent of  heaven along with being very silky. I start gently with slow long licks and and gently suck her mound, as she relaxes adding a finger inside her folds ensures she comes strongly, I relax my mouth on her mound as the waves of pleasure roll through her body, I really enjoy Mrs Taylor's orgasms they are far more rewarding for me than my own, luckily now we focus manly on her, so we both get to enjoy the fantastic pleasure a women's body is able to provide. 

Prior to the trip Mrs Taylor has removed all my body hair except for my legs and chest, without a bristle on her toy, I am permitted to enter her, I haven't cum for three weeks and tonight will be no different, with my birthday one week away, I know that I am likely to cum soon but tonight is unlikely. I fuck Mrs Taylor at her direction, in her favourite positions, pre FLR I used to fuck Mrs Taylor how I felt she would like to be fucked, this did not work well for her. Now i have the comfort of knowing that I am meeting expectations that is until as usual, my need to ejaculate ruins the moment for her. But she allows me to stay and cuddle while gently chastising me for my selfish lack of control.

The ferry docks first in Corfu,  Mrs Taylor looks gorgeous leaning over the guard rail watching passengers disembark, I reflect how lucky I am to have such a pretty Wife andGoddess.

We drive from Greece to  Macedonia, i have entered an endurance race and because my Goddess is such a wonderful women i am permitted a relaxation of my duties for the week while the event is on, subject to me taking care of her each evening with tea, foot massages and cuddles. Mrs Taylor gets on well with the many support people organising the event so I know she wont be bored at all, and with a beautiful hotel pool to sunbathe at, my guilt at not focusing totally on her for the week is partially suppressed.

After the event we leave Greece and drive to Monte Negro over a few days, Mrs Taylor has always wanted to visit so we camp on the edge of the Adriatic with the most amazing views of the sea and mountains, with the race over and a more private camping ground Mrs Taylor can expose her fulsome breasts to the sun, while I cook for her and keep the motor home clean. We do little apart from laugh and smile. 

After three days in Monte Negro Mrs Taylor asks where to next? simultaneously we both Google "luxury camp-site Croatia" Google returns a list of camp-sites that look very appealing but one stands out to me, Naturist Camp Vallatta.  Mrs Taylor has also stumbled across Naturist campsites in Croatia, I suggest we try naturist Camping which is greeted with a cautious maybe, neither of us have tried this before and as we drive through Croatia what started out as a bit of fun,  the nearer we get to the town of Rovinj the quieter the conversation gets as our nervousness begins to control our thoughts.

I have always loved swimming naked in a pool at at private villa but never have I considered being naked in public, Mrs Taylor has been raised the english way only to show your body in the privacy of your marital bedroom.  The last few miles to the camp site gates I considered abandoning our plan and searching for a traditional campsite. Mrs Taylor was showing signs of anxiety and I know that she can occasionally get quite poorly if her stress levels increase.

We park up at the gates and i am despatched to complete the entrance procedure, once accepted we tour the site which can accommodate 7000 naked people, so plenty of camping pitches to view. At the camp site entrance is a advertisement board for the local swingers club which is not our intention or idea of naturist camping, but the thought makes us wonder what we have let ourselves in for!

We drive past hundreds of camp site pitches that have no view other than of the adjacent plot and we struggle to find an area where we have some view of the sea and a bit of space around our pitch. Eventually we find plenty of sites that meet this criteria and park up with two pleasant German couples as our new neighbours. Thankfully driving through the site we see that wearing clothing is optional rather than enforced, but to ease Mrs Taylors  tension i suggest we go for a cycle ride around the camp-site. Which we both enjoy Mrs Taylor remarks what big cocks the European male has is in comparison to the English!!

Sunsets and we have a quick snack before bed. The morning brings a bright and sunny day, i take the plunge and walk to the bathroom block naked it feels,  well.....  good really, i report back to Mrs Taylor that I had a shower outside naked and it was very pleasant. Mrs Taylor steels herself and walks to the bathroom block herself, gosh she looks hot with no clothes on.

Upon her return i am greeted with a beaning smile, Mrs Taylor agrees that there is indeed a non sexual pleasure in being warm enjoying the sunshine and not having any clothing on at all. When i say non sexual the thing that surprised us both was and to put this in context Mrs Taylor and myself are both body fat intolerant, we deride TV shows that feature people who just cannot stop consuming food. For me the thing that surprised me most is that I did not see one lady who regardless of size did not ooze feminine beauty, in this sense i was quite surprised that regardless of shape or weight or age in every women there is beauty to be appreciated, I mentioned this to Mrs Taylor and she agreed.

Well we planned on staying two nights but we so enjoyed being naked apart from dinner that we stayed for the week and one of those evenings was my birthday. Now Mrs Taylor does not do promises or role play but on my birthday evening after eating her out, Mrs Taylor lubed up my anus and instructed  me to enjoy her vibrator, she inserted her toy gently at first while my retum got use to the invasion then robustly slid in and out, while she masturbated me to my ninth orgasm of the year. I had to promise that my service to her would not deteriorate after I had cum but we both knew that was a big ask. The strength of orgasm was greater than I have ever experienced and it was amazing om many levels but mostly the greatest kick is of course doing as i am told. Once i had licked up my milk, I thanked Mrs Taylor for her kindness and promised i would be her good little bitch for the remainder of our holiday.

Three weeks we were away in total not one angry word between us.

How it began

The text came through about 11 on Friday morning "We will be going away in the motorhome this weekend xx" not an unusual message you may think, but for me it filled me with hope for a bright future, my wife taking control of our marriage and a role for me in supporting her in any way she wishes. 

Nine months previously I had clumsily asked of my beautiful wife to also be my Goddess and allow me to love, worship, obey & serve her. I asked this of a women who has loved & supported me for twenty years. 
Fitting in with my life, while I built a business to support our family. A women who found her own happiness going with the flow, content having our time spent together organised around my work and interests
Hopefully the balance of household chore allocation can be reassigned when my work commitment reduces, this beautiful women has supported me these last twenty years of marriage and with her consent I would now like to be the supportive husband to her interests.

So to receive an instructional message from my Goddess, who has gradually and warily taken over the position as head of our family is very exciting. 

The text message was clear in that the weekend would be based quite rightly around her preference without asking for my favored option, under the new terms of our marriage, my preference now being of less importance to the wishes of Mrs Taylor than her own. Hopefully a symbol that this beautiful marriage will continue to grow in its 20th year.

My Goddess and I have always rubbed along well, we both love our motorhome, before my wife became the gorgeous leader I now obey, it’s true to say that most decisions got my stamp of approval prior to anything going ahead.
Regardless of the recent changes, I do believe that life has always been wonderful being with this women.

With work going well, we can as long as I keep my nose to the grindstone live the lifestyle that suits my gorgeous wife Mrs Taylor and myself Mr Taylor.

For breakfast, through her demonstration I have been trained to prepare porridge how she wishes just like Goldilocks, which is not too runny, not too gloppy, with a light sprinkling of sugar, floated on a moat of cold milk, it is then served to her in bed while she watches the morning news with a cup of hot tea, not scolding hot, but ready to be enjoyed. 

I serve at her bedside, really my Goddess has no preference how breakfast is served as long as it is served punctually.I on the other hand like to think my Goddess is happiest being served by an adoring naked husband with a smile, flat tummy and a stiff cock. After I have greeted and ensured delivery of her breakfast is complete, I wait kneeling, for my three kisses, to see her smile and to see if I can be of any further assistance, I wait in silence until she is ready to talk. If she is feeling playful Mrs Taylor will praise me for my service, cast her eyes between my legs and commend me for the stiffness of her toy. "Good Boy!" is what I hope to hear.

Anyway once the children were collected from School, I prepared lunch for my Goddess, accompanied with a cup of tea, I really enjoy preparing her meals preferably while she is relaxing. Lunch is served more formally as there is usually someone coming or going but the warmth and love I feel from being able to serve my wife is just as amazingly strong.

At this point you may feel that I am doing a lot of work here, but the reality is Mrs Taylor unfortunately is tasked with an unreasonable proportion of the work required to keep a large family home functioning, she is naturally a creative person and is far happier working on a craft or construction project than dealing with matters concerning housework.

The motorhome had been prepared with bedding towels and provisions by Mrs Taylor during my working week, leaving me just to remove the winter overcoat from the motorhome, clean the Windows, check the oil and fix the satellite dish (again).

We travel up to Buntingford where my brother has booked two motorhome pitches in the grounds of a country pub. My brother and his wife too enjoy their motorhome and this weekend are just testing that the vehicle has survived the winter prior to departing for a month in Italy later this week, relearning how to use the features and checking they can both sleep comfortably, although it is summer the nights can be chilly in the Alps.

We meet up at the pub and Mrs Taylor goes for tea with our familiar neighbours, while I ensure the motorhome is connected to the power supply and everything is in order for her return, I then join the tea and offer my sister in law and my brother best wishes for the forthcoming trip.

Dinner is booked for eight, I've just returned from Abu Dhabi playing on motorbikes in the desert which I am more than happy to chat to my brother about, conscious though that Mrs Taylor has already heard plenty about the trip she authorised, at the expense of losing her husband, lover and slave for the week.

Dinner turns out to be as good an experience as you could wish for in a beautiful English country pub. Mrs Taylor does not permit me to drink on weekday nights, but this being a Saturday I can enjoy up to two glasses of wine or equivalent with my meal.Mrs Taylor knows what’s best for Mr Taylor and as always I benefit from this and all the requirements expected of me.

Tonight I am happy, relaxed and in my favourite company. So I enjoy two pints of Real Ale and at this point with the conversation flowing well, I pour myself some white wine from the shared bottle upon the table.

At this point my eyes meet with Mrs Taylor and it was duly notied that I was now in breach of the terms of my agreement with my Goddess. The agreement that I had asked for 9 months previously.

Still I was happy and enjoying myself, I would never wish to openly defy Mrs Taylor, but I presumed wrongly that perhaps the two glass rule would be overlooked a little as we were having such a nice evening.

Conversation flowed freely and the topic came around to the question of financially supporting the house purchase of our daughter, which Mrs Taylor has agreed in principle to support, should it be required which in all likelihood it wont.

 I do not know the extent of the support offered although if I wished, I am allowed to ask details. Quietly I am proud of Mrs Taylor for agreeing to help our daughter in principal without feeling the need to run the decision by me. Mrs Taylor is the primary account holder at our bank and my input in this matter under the new terms of our marriage is no longer necessary.

It has been such a rewarding experience to see her take tentative steps towards making decisions for both of us, I am sure Mrs Taylor would agree making big decisions without discussion is unfamiliar territory for her, the feeling is unnatural, after such a long period of a traditional relationship.

I love her so much for trying, in reality we are newbies to living this way, we are learning our roles as we go along and our responsibilities, of course it is important that I am available should she wish to seek my opinion or a different perspective prior to making her decision, but she no longer seeks approval, just my opinion on occasions. WOW!

This evening Mrs Taylor was as always looking ravishing in her skinny jeans and navy sweater, her flowing black hair draped across her strong shoulders, I really am a very lucky boy.

Mrs Taylor continued discussing our daughters purchase of her first house with my sister in law, Mrs Taylor is offering guidance where she can, the daughter’s boyfriend is very attentive to our daughter, but is struggling to come to terms with the fact that his income which he has, up till now, been able to spend freely on hobbies such as sailing and electric guitars, now needs to be directed towards financing a property purchase.

I show my dismay that while we are offering financial help if required, the young happy couple are still looking forward to their summer holiday! 

Mrs Taylor comments that our daughter is unlikely to proceed with the holiday once the bills start arriving, my Goddess points out that the daughter’s boyfriend is a bit of a "Yes Man"  who can be easily dissuaded, she summarizes, that in reality I have no need to be concerned.

Mrs Taylor then looks across at me and comments

"What women would not want a Yes Man, what do you think darling?"

I try to gather my senses which are numbed by the alcohol, for your info my behavior to everyone in the world is typical alpha male, of course Mrs Taylor is the wonderful exception.Who I am delightfully submissive to. I answer the question Mrs Taylor has proffered.

"Yes Honey"

Answered in a slightly higher pitched voice by the way. The expression on her beautiful face belies the true intent of this statement, which I now know meant, behave or your new bitch life will come under further public scrutiny.

It was unusual for Mrs Taylor to openly tease me about my status in our marriage, a status which privately keeps me blissfully contented. I now believe that Mrs Taylor was annoyed by my breeching of the alcohol rule or more accurately the effect the alcohol was having, so this comment was a warning, unfortunately due to the alcohol, a warning I did not pick up on.

I then compounded the error by cutting short Mrs Taylor while she was talking on two occasions, certainly alcohol induced alpha male behaviour which if sober I would never wish to direct at Mrs Taylor. As I cut short her conversation for the third time, she flipped and publicly chastised me for my unacceptable rudeness in not having the manners to listen to what she had to say or taking in the context of her remarks.

I fully deserved the dressing down, my etiquette was deteriorating as the alcohol soaked in, I too could now see the ugliness of my behavior.

Mrs Taylor is not only my Goddess but my best friend, she deserves only the best conduct and graciousness from me. I had failed her.Unfortunately I only realised this once it was pointed out to me, and the other diners.

The rest of the evening passed pleasantly, I paid more attention to Mrs Taylor and felt disappointed in myself.

Once back at the motorhome, I resumed my normal routine preparing her bed for her slumber, filling her hot water bottle, and serving tea, hot drinking water, and fetching her vitamin supplements. Laying out her nightie and powering up the TV leaving the TV guide on the screen ready for her to select the night’s program.

 Mrs Taylor seemed a little distant, she commented that my behavior this evening was what she would expect of her old husband. Behavior that she should never have tolerated and certainly not befitting of a slave. I apologised and made weak excuses for my actions, but felt all the time that apologies were no longer acceptable.

I woke early and lay still so as not to needlessly disturb Mrs Taylor until I heard the most beautiful voice in my world ask for her tea.

I fully embraced my morning duties hoping that my enthusiasm for the tasks I have been granted would be recognised as my wish to make amends for last night. Mrs Taylor finished her tea and called me to come lie next to her, I snuggled in to her arms.

"Darling, I was so upset last night with you, your attitude was so poor. You cannot win conversations by talking in such an aggressive manner, you asked for me to take the position of head of our marriage some months ago now, it has been a huge challenge for me to think differently from how I am programmed, but I have tried my best to take on this role for you. Last night it shocked me how easily you reverted to the arrogant ego driven male that you used to be. Although I have not seen this behavior for a long time, it allowed me to see how much you have changed in these last nine months for the better"

"I have also changed and can never again accept any behavior that reminds me of the old you, regardless of what company you are in or how good a time you perceive we are having. For our marriage to continue in this vain,,, 'just a game' is the term I think you used to describe your desire for me to take control of our marriage when we began"

"Well your little game can't continue, it ends today. From now on you will submit to my authority seven days a week, no exceptions, the rules are in place to ensure that you are a happy and contented husband, who I can love with all my heart. I expect you to be openly submissive, attentive and obedient, not just at home but in all social situations, taking pride in your position as my supportive husband. I will not tolerate another incident like last night, this is not a role you can switch on or off as it suits you. The game stage is now completed, I will lead, you will follow, do you understand darling?"  

I was stunned but "Yes Honey" was all that was needed for me to say and all I wanted to say.

Mrs Taylor smiled as she gently clasped my shoulders with her hands.

“Now, although you have bought me little happiness recently, let’s see if the situation can be improved"

She gently guided me down past her beautiful collar bones, past her gorgeous cleavage and across her yummy tummy, stopping me at the place in the world where I feel the happiest & safest, right above the centre of her power.

"You may now worship my pussy" I rested my jaw on her gorgeous thighs my cock pulsed at each luscious lick of her beautiful manicured folds.I felt the waves of pleasure flow out of her through me, I focused hard so not to cum with her. Then rested gently petting her thighs while bathed in the most wonderful feeling of closeness to my amazing beautiful wife Mrs Taylor.