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Role Reversal

By: BearA



The Trick is on me.

Allison works nights at a second job and gets home a late at night. I thought I play a little devilish trick on my wife one night to give her a hint of what I wanted.

I went to bed naked hoping Allison would get the hint I was looking for a little action when she came home from work. I lay on my side so my back was toward the door. I left the covers off just to ensure Allison would see my bare body.

I lay very quietly pretending to be asleep. Allison came home at the usual time and did her usual routine of coming to the bedroom. She entered the room without turning on the light or making a sound. I could barely hear her move through the bedroom. There was enough light for Allison to undress and put on her clothes for bed. The process seemed to take longer than I anticipated.

I found myself getting excited with the anticipation of her touching me. In no time my cock had grown to full size and throbbing. I loved surprising her with my hard-ons.

When Allison finally climbed into bed I was ready to jump her bones and have my way with her pussy. Her pussy is always on my mind. I loved everything about it, the look, the smell, the taste and of course the feel.

Once in bed Allison laid still on her back, never moving. At first I thought she hadn't notice my subtle request for a little pussy. After a short period I decided to make the first move. I rolled over and put my right arm across her chest. At the same time my erect cock poked her in the thigh.

To my pleasant surprise she was naked also. Her nipples were already hard and enlarged. Seems she was ready for a little play. I moved my right hand enough to cover her left tit's nipple. I tugged and gently pinched the nipple, encouraging the nipple to become even more erect. Allison moaned quietly, almost a whisper. I moved enough so I could get mouth on her right nipple and gently sucked the nipple into my mouth. My tongue dart around and licked the tip of the delicious nipple. My right hand continued to massage her other tit.

As my mouth worked her right tit, my right hand began moving down toward Allison's stomach. My palm stayed in constant contact with her skin. I could feel the warmth of her body with my finger tips.

My mouth left her tit and moved to her waiting lips. I kissed her and she kissed back with her tongue barely darting between her lips. I kissed a little harder this time forcing my tongue into her mouth. Her lips locked on to my tongue and began to suck on it as if she was giving my tongue a blow job. When she stopped her tongue darted into my mouth. I returned the favor by sucking hard on her tongue. I moved my head up and down on her mimicking a blow job.

During the time my right hand had moved down to her pussy or so I thought. When my hand finally arrived there I was greeted with a hard cock standing straight in the air. The cock was slight cool and greasy. I moved my hand up and down it giving the rubber cock a hand job. The whole time Allison and remained locked in a battle of tongues, kissing and sucking each other.

Allison handed me a jar of anal grease. I knew instantly what she was telling me. I put a small amount on the rubber cock and a small amount on my ass. Without speaking a word I swing my legs over Allison and slowly lowered my self onto the head of the rubber cock. I used my hand to guide the mushroom head directly into my greased hole. After a slight moment of resistance the cock slipped into my ass.

The pressure of the cock pushing into my ass sent shivers up my spine. I continued to lower myself onto the cock until the cheeks of my ass met Allison hips. I didn't move at first, enjoying the tightness and pressure of the rubber cock in my ass. I then began to ride the cock in the same manner as Allison would ride my cock. My ass bopping up and down on the rubber cock, I could feel every inch of the cock as I bounced on it.

After riding for a while I looked at my wife. Even in the dimly lit room I could see the devilish little smile on face. She knew I was enjoying myself.

"Get on all fours." She ordered calmly. I slide of the cock and obeyed. Allison put more lube on the cock as she knelt behind me. "I wanna fuck you in the ass like you fuck me."

She guided the rubber cock back into my ass. There was much less resistance this time so the cock slide right in. Allison placed her hands on my hips and bang to thrust her hips into me. The cock slide in and out of my ass slowly then picked up speed. Her thrusts were awkward at first but soon she developed a steady rhythm. My body lurched forward with each thrust. I could her Allison hips smacking my ass creating the same sound when I fuck Allison from behind.

She continued to thrust the rubber cock deep into my ass. I lowered my head to the bed. The sensation was driving e nuts. I could feel my own cock getting harder. Almost if she read my mind, she reached around and grabbed hard onto my cock with her hand. She began stroking my cock in rhythm with the thrusts of her rubber cock into my ass. The sensation of having her fuck me the ass and yanking my cock sent my levels of ecstasy I never experienced before. I thought I was going to lose my load right then but Allison suddenly stopped. She pulled the rubber cock from my ass. "Roll over; I want to look into your eyes while I fuck you."

I flipped on to my back and spread my legs. My feet in the air and my ass ready for her. Allison added a little more lube but before entering me again, handed me a small remote. The wire lead to her pussy. The little she-devil had a vibrator in her pussy. I turned the vibrator up. Allison jumped a little from the extra sensation. She stood still for a moment enjoying the sensation. Her nipples were becoming darker and more erect. I knew she was close to cumming. I reached down to touch her pussy but the leather of the strap-on covered her now dripping pussy.

Then once again, Allison guided the head of the rubber cock back into my ass. She resumed her thrusts. Our eyes were locked on each other. She could see in my eyes and face I was enjoying everything she was doing. I could see in her eyes she was getting very close to climaxing.

While she fucked me hard in the ass I grabbed my cock. It was dripping with pre-cum. I was ready to release my load. I felt Allison begin thrusting harder and faster. She was reaching her breaking point. I stroked my cock faster matching her thrusts.

In one voice we both exclaimed, "oh my god I'm cumming!" At that moment, my cum shot from the head my cock over and over again. The cum shot so far as to hit me in the face and across my lips. I licked my lips drinking in the taste of my own cum Allison so carefully and deliberately help build to such a great height. I felt my body spasm as my cock pumped several loads of cum onto my stomach, chest and face. Allison quickly pulled the rubber cock from my ass and laid next to me the bed.

She ran a finger through the cum on my stomach and placed her finger in my mouth. "That's what I taste when I suck your cock." She ran her finger again across my stomach and then stuck the finger in her mouth. "I wanted a taste also."

Role Reversal



Having been married for almost 10 years, my wife and I have been through some ups and downs in the bedroom. In order to keep things fresh and interesting with our sex life we have experimented with many things over the years. We've tried threesomes, MMF and MFF. We've tried toys and games. We have subscriptions to a few online adult sites as well as a mail order rental site. Lately though Sue, my wife, has been into mild BDSM, mostly restraint and spanking. I have bought several hundred feet of different thicknesses of rope and some books on how to properly bind people for this purpose. We have also looked online together for other apparatus' for bondage and have acquired quite a collection of implements. All of our sessions so far have consisted of me tying her up in some fashion, then punishing her in various ways using whips, crops, paddles, toys, myself, etc. 

I am not an overly dominant man, but I indulge her desire to be controlled the best I can. I have hinted in the past that perhaps we could get a third person, m or f to come dominate both of us as I have been curious to see things from the other side. Sue was not keen on the Idea of having anyone but me dominate her because of her trust issues. It was quite a surprise to me last week when I got home around 9:00 from a late meeting and found my wife in the kitchen waiting for me. She told me the kids were at my mothers for the night and I belonged to her for the evening. She knew work has been stressing me out lately and I desperately needed some relief. Standing their in our kitchen wearing a tight-fitting button-up shirt, half unbuttoned, I could see she was wearing no bra underneath. Below that was a small but not too revealing black mini-skirt, over some white fishnet stockings I knew to be crotchless since I had bought them for some role-playing sessions. Just seeing the outfit she had on, I knew I was in for a treat. I didn't know exactly what she had in mind for me, but I quickly "grew" with excitement. 

"Why don't you go get some ropes ready and I'll meet you in the bedroom." Sue said to me with a grin. I'll just get a drink and meet you in the bedroom.

"Ok." I said gladly, still unsure about what the night ahead would bring. I figured since she asked for some rope that I would be tying her up and punishing her. 

As I untangled the rope from our last session, she came in to the room behind me, reached around me and began rubbing the front of my pants. My already awakened prick grew even harder as she stroked me.

Once I had the rope laid out in suitable sizes and locations for restraint, I was surprised by sue turning me around forcibly to face her. She grabbed the back of my head and kissed me passionately. I realized suddenly how long it has been since she kissed me like that. We kiss frequently, somewhat out of routine, and during sex I often kiss her forcefully, but it is rare that we just kiss out of passion. She began to undress me and as I reached to undress her, she stopped me. 

Pulling back from me she said, "No, no, no. I'm in charge tonight and you do what I say!"

I quickly figured out what she had in mind and let her continue. She quickly pulled off my shirt and move down to unbutton my pants. Pulling down both my pants and underwear in one motion she soon had my throbbing shaft in her clutches. At first she just stroked it looking at it before beginning to lick it up and down. Soon she had me fully engulfed in her mouth. I could feel her licking my slit on the upstroke and bottoming out on the down stroke. Her speed and pressure were near perfect as her mouth muscles massaged my manhood. This didn't last long, however as she had plans for me. 

Pushing me down onto the bed and removing my pants from around my ankles she instructed me to center myself on our bed. Sue began to wrap some smaller diameter rope around my wrists and proceeded to secure the other ends to the sideboards of our bed. Next came the ankles. To these she secured our 30-inch spreader bar preventing me from closing my legs. Following the bar she pushed my legs up into a squat position and tied my ankles to my upper thighs holding me there exposed. Finally she wrapped some larger rope around my knees and pulled them apart as spread-eagle as possible and anchored them to the sideboards as well.

Here I lay on my bed, tied and immobilized with my lower end raised up and exposed in its most vulnerable position.

"Please be gentle" I requested of her meekly.

"We'll see" was her reply. 

Sue climbed up on the bed, still fully clothed, (if you call it that), and sat on my chest. I could feel her warm mound pressed against my hairy body and my excitement grew. She lifted her skirt exposing to me what it hid beneath. She was indeed wearing her crotchless stockings but had on a small lacey white G-string. 

"Lick my pussy," she demanded, as she moved forward placing it on my mouth.

I hungrily arched my head back to meet her warmth as I darted my tongue at her. I didn't need to put much effort in as she began to heave herself back and forth across my face letting my tongue glide into her slit she shifted. She would go so far up that I would clean her asshole and so far back that I would lick her clit. She kept this up for what seemed like 20 minutes before moving herself off of me. She lay next to me on the bed and again began to stroke my cock. 

"Do you want some more?" she asked.

"Yes please." I managed to moan out.

"Ok then" she continued. 

She got off the bed and went to the closet where we kept our sex paraphernalia. She then returned to the bed with a blindfold. I lifted my head up to assist her while she covered my eyes with the leather blinders. Now I could only hear what she was doing which only served to heighten my excitement. I thought to myself, if she keeps this up, I'll blow my load in no time at all. 

I could hear her fumbling through the basket of toys in the closet and when she came back to me she immediately began stroking my prick again. After a moment her attention fell to my sack which hung loosely over my asshole. Gently she stroked the sack taking a ball in each hand as she kissed and licked along my shaft. Precum began leaking onto my stomach as she continued to tease me. I felt her pull my balls up and gently press them against the bottom of my rod.

I was surprised at what came next. She began paddling my asshole with a small heart shaped riding crop. I was amazed at the feeling. I frequently spank her during sex but aside from an occasional full hand slap on the ass cheek, I have never been spanked. It was a light fluttering feeling with a sharpness at the peak. The sound it made intensified the sensation. Sue began to wander around with the tool as I became more comfortable. First she moved to my left cheek, then across to my right. I couldn't help but wonder if this is how she felt when I did it to her. Moments later, she released her grip on my scrotum and stood me up at attention. Starting gently then growing more firmly, she started paddling my cock. It wasn't very uncomfortable, nor pleasurable but it was definitely arousing. This is not something I had ever considered, even when we discussed these things.

When Sue thought I'd had enough of her beating my cock, she again raised my jewels up exposing my dark hole. She began massaging around it with her fingers. Putting some lube on her fingertips she began to insert her index finger into my hole, followed by her middle finger once I loosened up. I have experimented myself with fingers and small toys but never could get relaxed enough to enjoy anal penetration. We had discussed her trying it with me years ago and even bought her a strap on but we just never have tried. 

Slowly she began to massage me from the inside. It was like nothing I have ever felt before. Never has another person been inside me. I could feel my balls begin to tighten with excitement as she reached for my cock. Sue pulled my shaft back towards her and began sucking it again while she violated me with her fingers. She must have known I was getting close soon after because she retreated from both my cock and ass. 

Still laying there exposed, blind and close to a climax, I eagerly awaited whatever was to come next. 

I got nervous as I heard the buzzing of a vibrator. I knew she had a few and they ranged in size from 5 inches and modest, to 9 inches long and 2 ½ inches in diameter. She often enjoyed having thicker toys in her but I was not prepared for anything large. Essentially my ass was a virgin and I braced for the worst as she came closer. A little lube on the tool and it slid right in. It definitely felt larger than her fingers has as it stretched my rectum, but surprisingly it did not hurt. I felt full inside and as she moved it in and out slowly to spread the lube around, I relaxed. The pleasure I was receiving shocked me, as I had always wondered what the appeal of anal sex was to the receiver. Always curious but never willing to try, I now have received my answer. After several strokes, Sue turned on the vibrator to a low speed. It kind of had a numbing sensation but felt good at the same time. 

"Turn it off," I requested as the vibration was dulling the sensations I had enjoyed previously.

"Only if you repay the favor" She replied.

"Anything you want." I said as I didn't want to lose the enjoyment.

The vibe quickly was turned off and Sue again turned her attention to my stiff meat. She began to suckle it like a baby with a bottle. My orgasm grew closer and closer as she sucked me and molested my ass with her toy. She could feel me tightening up as my orgasm grew and as she pulled away she said, "Not yet!"

I wasn't sure what her intentions were, as no way in hell was I going to last long enough to get her off. 

She climbed over to my side and loosened the ropes binding my ankles to my knees. 

"Now put you legs down!" She demanded. 

I did as she requested, still confused. 

Sue climbed on top of me to ride me cowgirl style. This was by far her favorite position. Usually I would fondle and suckle her breasts as she rode me. This always drove her wild and helped her climax quickly. Now with my arms bound to the sides, I was unable to help in this way. I assumed, since I could feel her shirt rubbing against my chest that the loosely buttoned garment was stimulating her nipples in a similar way as she bounced on my manhood. I'm not sure if she even bothered removing the g-string she had on, or just pushed it to the side as she began to fuck me, but at this point it didn't really matter. Minutes after she first mounted me I felt my groin tighten. The vibrator still stuck in my ass and her riding me was more than I could handle. 

I exploded into her inner depths like a volcano. I could feel the warm goo frothing between us as she continued to bounce up and down.

" Now it's my turn to get off." Sue said forcefully. 

"Untie me and I'll use the big Vibrator on you." I replied, referring to the "Magic Wand" vibrator she has fallen in love with.

"No, that's not what I had in mind." She retorted. Slowly, sue began to pull off me and make her way north. Cum dripping from her cunthole as she crawled up. Soon she was hovering above my face and I could smell the raw sex above me. The combined odor of her must and my cum was intense. It was like nothing I'd ever sensed before. 

I was startled when a drip landed on my cheek, but quickly returned to the moment as she lowered herself to my lips. Again I arched my head back to receive her and stuck my tongue out to meet her now swollen lips. 

"I want you to clean me and eat my pussy 'till I cum!" she announced. 

Just hearing her talk like this got me aroused again and I began hungrily attacking her pie with my mouth. I lapped all the cum that drizzled down her lips and even managed to clean what has dripped down her inner thighs. When I thought there was no more to be had, I turned my attention to her clit. Stroking it with the tip of my tongue, I knew I was driving her crazy. Direct stimulation on her clit caused her to convulse and she began grinding her pelvis into my face. 

Sue began thrusting against my mouth like it was a symbian and I enjoyed every minute of it. I thought at one point I may suffer a broken nose from her fierceness. 

As her orgasm grew her breathing got heavier and heavier. Finally she let herself go and I felt her body tense up. With one final burst of air from her lungs I knew she was cumming. As her groin muscles contracted above my face, she released the remaining cum I had deposited in her. I continued to lap it up as she slowed her motions down and her climax subsided. 

For the next few minutes she hovered her womanhood above me letting me lap up our juices and teasing herself until her legs grew tired. 

"Was that what you needed baby?" she asked in her normal sweet voice.

"Yes, very much so." I replied and then added, "Thank you, but now can you take the dildo out of my ass please?" We both laughed.



Role reversal



Steve lay on his back with his legs in the air. He was alone in his flat. The air was perfumed by a lavender massage oil which he had smeared around and in his anus. In his hand now was a saucepan. He wanted to see whether his arse could cope with a sizeable penis. He had done this with candles, but he hoped to land a guy with a bit more than that. The saucepan handle was cylindrical and swelled to a ball at the end - about the same size as the end of his cock. He inserted the tip and pushed slowly and gingerly. Before he knew it, the thing was in and he felt okay. No pain. If he could do it with an inanimate object like this, he could allow a man to penetrate him.

He removed the handle and took it into the kitchen to wash.

Tonight he would go to a gay club 50 miles away and get himself picked up.

Steve had three main types he fantasised about: black guys, Indians and fat hairy white guys. It would have to be one of those.

He took a shower and got dressed in a blue shirt and black jeans, with grey boxers underneath. He put on his slip-on shoes in case he had to take them off in a hurry.

Ready, he watched TV for an hour until it was late enough to leave.

As he started the engine of his car he found himself nervous. Tonight he was going to get himself seduced - by a guy.

He parked a couple of hundred yards from the club and walked briskly there, wondering if anyone could tell what he was up to. He prayed that he wouldn't bump into anyone he knew.

Entering the club, he took a deep breath and told himself to relax. He was just like the girls he had pulled over the years - and he didn't think they had been terribly nervous. Maybe it was first-night nerves.

The music was deafening: the sort of high-tempo disco that gay clubs were renowned for.

He found a separate bar which was quieter, and sat in a corner with a JD and Coke. There were a lot of guys around, in groups, couples and a few on their own. He studied the options and the first of his favourites appeared: a tall, fat, red-haired man, balding and unhealthy-looking. Steve would have forgiven him that, but then he heard the guy laugh and it was one of those loud, forced, hale-and-hearty ones, which he hated.

Steve went to the bar for another drink and as he stood there the fat guy came up behind him and leaned over him. Steve didn't like the stale smell of his breath, and even though he felt his cock throb at the closeness of a hairy body to his own, he decided it definitely wasn't going to be this one.

He went back to his table and pretended to do things on his mobile. Then suddenly two black men appeared and asked him if anyone was sitting there.

He told them to sit down and they did. The three talked for half an hour and for every second of that time he was having fantasies about being in bed with both of them. His trousers bulged and he didn't care. One of them leaned forward to make a point, and put a hand on his knee. Steve fought the urge to move forward so the hand was nearer his cock. One of these guys was tall and stocky, the other shorter and slimmer. Either could have had access to his willing body and he got the distinct impression they wanted it.

Then the taller guy's phone rang and it turned out they had to go. He exchanged numbers with them and said he would call them. Both of them.

They left reluctantly and Steve was alone again. It was getting late and he felt he should do something. Then he spotted, all alone in another corner of the bar, an Asian guy. Not camp, but serious-looking. Steve gave him a long look and pulled his eyes away quickly, then looked back and did it again. After 10 minutes the guy came over and introduced himself as Aleem. He sat down and they talked happily. Aleem was a computer engineer who lived in the town in a flat just around the corner. He was tall and dark-skinned and quite hairy. Their knees touched as they talked and neither moved away. Steve's cock and balls had come to life again and he wanted to get naked with this man.

'So, shall we go to my place, where a drink doesn't cost a fortune?" Aleem said.

'Why not?' Steve replied.

The flat was at the top of an office block, with a view of the city that was probably nicer in the dark. Steve stood in the window and looked out, wondering what was going to happen next. Usually it was he who made all the running, but tonight he was going to let Aleem call the shots. Sure enough, the Indian came up behind him, leaned against him with his cock against Steve's buttocks and put his arms around him. Steve turned around and found himself kissing a guy. And the guy was doing the hip-grinding and arse-feeling that was normally his department. Then Steve decided that it was okay to reciprocate, so he ran his hands down Aleem's spine and held his buttocks. Then he unzipped Aleem's trousers and put his hand into another man's underpants. Aleem was deliciously hairy. It was like a forest down there and Steve just kept his hand around the guy's balls, feeling his scrotum and enjoying the hair brushing against his wrist.

'The bedroom's through there,' Aleem said, leading Steve by his free hand. The other one stayed in the Indian's pants.

Steve wanted to fall to his knees and suck Aleem's cock, but he didn't. He waited. They stood there in front of the bed and felt each other's cock and ran fingers into arseholes.

'You love my balls, don't you?' said Aleem.

Steve grunted.

'Would you like to suck me?' Aleem said.

'I would love to suck you,' Steve replied. 'Lie on the bed.'

Aleem sat down, pulled his trousers and pants off and lay back. His cock was brown, and Steve hadn't seen one like it before. White cocks, yes, all sizes and some straight, some wonky, some delicious-looking. Black ones all dark and dangerous. But brown, no. Maybe Indian guys weren't gay. But this one was. Steve looked at his erect cock lying on his stomach, emerging from that thick black hair. He wanted to see Aleem's arse, find out if it was hairy too. He was feeling bold.

'Aleem, show me your arsehole,' he said softly.

'Why?' Aleem asked.

'Because your crotch is so hairy and I love that. I want to look at your arse.'

Aleem turned onto his stomach and lifted his arse a little. He had hair in his crack. Steve pounced on it, licking this Indian arse eagerly. He had wondered if it would be spicy – after all, you are what you eat. And Aleem's arse did taste of cumin. Steve wanted to make a curry called Aleem's Arsehole.

Then Aleem turned over again and said authoritatively 'I want to cum in your mouth.'

Steve wanted that, but he wanted to have that cock in his arse first. He lay on his stomach and said 'Fuck me first.'

Without speaking, Aleem reached into the bedside cabinet and produced some kind of lubricant, which he worked into Steve's arse. Steve got up on all fours and waited. Aleem positioned himself behind him, then Steve felt a blunt instrument nudge into his crack and push inside him. It was so exciting. His arse was being invaded for the first time, and the cock that was doing it was brown. He was being fucked by an Indian man. He loved it. He wanted Indian spunk in his bowels.

Aleem fucked Steve firmly and increasingly quickly. Steve couldn't believe the feeling. It was like nothing he had ever experienced. Somebody had once told him it was like having a shit in reverse, and he could see what they meant. He still wanted to have Aleem's spunk in his mouth, but decided that would have to be another time. This time he was going to have Indian spunk up his arse.

Aleem shagged him harder and faster and then began to emit animal noises before Steve felt Aleem's cock ejaculate inside him. He felt it lift and twitch as the Indian came. He had been fucked, and it was a lovely Asian guy who had done it.



Role Reversal



I never dreamed I'd experience sex with my own father. Never. But it happened when I was twenty-two and he was forty-seven. My parents were on vacation in Montana when they were involved in an automobile accident on the Interstate. A car in the lane opposite theirs sideswiped another car causing the two cars to spin and turn over. An eighteen wheeler transfer truck behind them slammed on his brakes causing his trailer to jackknife and that was what killed my mother, their friends who were in the front seat, and left my father in the hospital in casts.

I lived outside Sheridan, Wyoming near where I-25 and I-90 intersect. I'm a civil engineer and had more work than I could handle. I received a call from my sister in Chicago telling me of the accident and within minutes I was headed to the hospital in Billings, Montana. Dad's shoulders, arms, and hands were in rigid casts, as was his left leg, and he was unconscious. When I came into the room a male nurse named Roger was bathing him. I'd never seen my father totally naked before. Oh, I'd seen him in his underwear as he was dressing but our family had not been one to strut around naked or barely clothed. 

My parents had very firm ideas about proper attire, particularly with my sister in the house. My mother had been raised in a wealthy household with servants and one simply did not leave the bedroom unless fully dressed and that meant shoes also. I doubt I'd ever been able to wander around in a diaper as a toddler. Leah was two years older than me and from my earliest memories she'd always been fully dressed, a little clone of my mother. Somehow I knew my father was not as stringent as Mom but he went along with the program out of respect for her. If he ever came out of the bathroom barefoot or less than fully dressed, the icy frown on her face would have frozen the Sahara.

"Really, Arthur! I know you were reared in the hills but the past is the past," she'd say frostily.

"Doris, cool down," he'd reply, causing us all to laugh at his pun. When Mom was in one of her moods, it was like being in the Arctic. Cooling down was the last thing we needed.

Dad was not raised in the hills. He grew up on military bases all over the world and served in the Army in Korea before earning his law degree from Yale. It was there he met Mom while attending a social mixer at Smith College. Her father was a respected surgeon descended from a signer of the Declaration of Independence and her mother was a socialite descended from a passenger on the Mayflower. How Mom and Dad managed to find each other was a mystery to me. Never mind the fact they married and had children. My paternal grandparents were loving, fun people; my maternal grandparents were formal and cold. I always felt they thought I'd steal something valuable when I visited their home.

By the time of my parent's auto accident, both sets of grandparents were dead and Mom had inherited a fortune. Like many wealthy people the money had been put in trusts so the principal would not mature until the great-grandchildren - my own children - were at least thirty years old. My sister and I had been brought up to work hard and everyone was thrilled when Leah became a neurosurgeon. I was not considered a slacker but civil engineering does not have the cache of physician, not that I gave a damn. My career was my dream and I made a great living. I only used my trust fund for major purchases – a house, my Porsche, to pay off my education...

"Have you made plans for your father's care while he recuperates?" Roger asked, shaking me from my reverie.

"Not really. No one has told me anything about his condition. All I know is what I see and I know my mother is dead along with Alice and Nathan Lee."

"Sorry, sir," Roger apologized. "I thought the nursing supervisor or the doctor had already explained the situation to you."

He stopped his planned bath for my father, concern on his face.

"Dr. Haymons will be here at four this afternoon and he'll guide you through it all. That's less than an hour from now."

"Okay, but surely you can give me some idea of my father's condition. Will he need to be put in a nursing home or what?"

"Oh, no, sir! Your father broke both his shoulders, both arms and his right wrist in the accident along with his right leg but he'll recover nicely. I've seen his kind of breaks before. He's a young man still, only forty-seven. I'd imagine he'll be fully recovered within about six months. His shoulders will heal in about six weeks, the left maybe a little quicker because the break in it was tiny. His left arm will recover within about six weeks but his right will take about twelve weeks because the upper and lower arm got broken along with the wrist. As for his left leg, he broke both the upper and lower. The upper should recover in about twelve weeks but a break in the lower leg can take six months to fully heal. He might be able to lose the upper body cast in a few days. They don't use body casts much anymore but he was having seizures and moving so he got the full cast. When he settles down and we know more, we should be able to remove that part. Then his arms will at least have some mobility. He's asleep because he had a concussion that caused seizures and the doctor put him under but that'll wear off by tomorrow afternoon. The MRI shows no irreversible damage; in fact the concussion was minor and is already improving."

"Thank you," I sighed. "I don't think I could handle losing both parents at once. As bad as it sounds I don't think I could handle Dad being an invalid either. He'd never be able to stand for it. I'd have to hire constant nursing care to keep him from shooting himself."

"Well, that won't be necessary," Roger said softly. "In fact, your father probably will be able to go home within a couple of weeks if there's someone to help him care for himself. You'll definitely need a visiting nurse, though."

I looked at Dad. Some of the care he'd need was glaringly apparent. With no hands or arms and a broken leg, he wouldn't be able to eat or drink, dress himself, perform bodily functions, and I had no idea what else.

"The visiting nurse will probably have to come in every day at first but then as things improve, the visits will stretch out maybe every other day. Did you ever break a bone growing up and have a cast? Or live with someone who did?"

I shook my head.

"He'll need to be bathed. Someone will need to help him use a bedpan until he can be assisted to the bathroom. He'll have to be fed. There'll be a detailed care sheet filled out for him."

I looked at Dad. Even with his casts and scrapes he was still a handsome man. All my life I'd seen both women and men give an appreciative look at him. Six three with an athletic build, he looked like the jock he'd been all through school and university. Like I said, I'd never seen him fully naked before. I'd never known he was uncircumcised. His penis was thick and long like a beer can and the foreskin covered the mushroom shaped head completely. He had black curls on his chest with a narrow treasure trail leading to a thick mass of pubic hair above his penis, pubic hairs that also grew on his ball sack and around his crotch area. His legs were covered in the same dark hairs. They were long and slender, muscled from his regular biking. He had an old scar on his left abdomen from an earlier surgery I was unaware of. 

Roger wiped his neck and chest carefully with a wet washcloth and then under his arms. He washed his legs and feet before turning him slightly so he could wash his back. As I watched he parted my father's buttocks to wash his anus and I saw the thick hair that grew in the trench between the butt cheeks. After cleaning his ass and refreshing his washcloth he washed Dad's genitals, carefully pulling his foreskin back to clean under it and I saw he had a shiny purple head that was expanding in size under Roger's ministrations. He finished quickly and saw my embarrassment.

"It happens to all guys when someone else is handling their penis. A bit more is involved keeping an uncircumcised penis clean," he shrugged. "You're a guy; you know what can happen when a stranger handles your privates, even when it's in innocence. I try to do it as quick as I can but sometimes I've even had patients to ejaculate on me. You'll find it's particularly difficult if your father had an active sex life. Suddenly, he can't even masturbate himself and he's going to get horny."

Something about the look I must have given Roger made him apologetic.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was just giving you an idea what it might be like to care for your father. Some adult children find it impossible to deal with a parent's nudity and bodily functions. Sometimes they just have to rely on nursing care because they can't handle it."

I shook my head in bewilderment.

"I don't know if I could, Roger. I just don't know..."

The physician came in with a deputy sheriff and I received the specifics about the accident. My father was the only survivor of the multi-vehicle pileup. He'd been thrown from his vehicle onto a grassy median while everyone else had been crushed by the transfer truck. The doctor had already spoken by phone with my sister and he seemed to think since she was also a physician that everything was in order.

Three weeks passed. I flew my mother's body back to Chicago and she was buried in the family vault. My sister and I agreed it was best for my father to recuperate with me in Wyoming before returning to Chicago. She was constantly busy as a surgeon and spent more time in the hospital than in her small apartment. I visited Dad daily in the hospital and he concurred. He didn't want to return to Illinois until he could do so under his own steam. I knew he was depressed about Mom but he never discussed it with me. A hospital psychiatrist treated him at his surgeon's insistence. Finally, after four weeks in the hospital, the day arrived for his hospital release and an ambulance took him to my home.

I have a nice four bedroom house with a bath in each bedroom. I'd made a few construction changes to the house to make it easier to deal with Dad, added safety grab bars and rails in his bathroom and bedroom so he could get around without falling as he regained mobility, also in the hall and den, plus I'd installed a buzzer system so he could reach me anywhere in the house with a button.

Finally, the ambulance and nurse had gone and Dad was established in his room. A nurse would visit every day and I'd taken extended leave from the firm. I could do that. I now owned it. I'd put a 60 inch LCD High Definition television on the wall of Dad's room with a VCR/DVD player attached. He'd already shown he could handle a remote control in the hospital but it had to be attached to his cast with a string so he could reach it. He was out of the upper body cast but still his arms were basically immobile. I set him up a television program and went to the kitchen to prepare supper. In the midst of getting it ready, the buzzer rang. I raced to his room.

"You okay, Dad?"

"I need to pee, Chris. I'm sorry."

He looked embarrassed and this was obviously difficult for him. I got the bedpan.

"Look, Dad, let's just get beyond this, okay? You and I are both grown men and we've both got the same equipment between our legs. Everyone has bodily functions and most of us are just a little too hyped up about them when we probably shouldn't be. You ready?"

He nodded his head miserably. His leg in the cast hung from a pulley system and his good leg lay free on the bed. I shifted the good leg, for some reason surprised at how warm it felt, and slightly pleased to touch the soft hairs on it. I lifted his hospital gown, exposing his thick penis. His balls hung low, the hairy sack touching the bed. I tried to perform as his nurses had, professionally and calmly.

"You're gonna have to touch it, Chris, and fast. I've gotta go bad."

I grabbed it and slid the foreskin back as I pointed it toward the bedpan. A stream of yellow urine flowed out, filling the pan. I felt his penis grow slightly in my hand as I shook it to remove the last of his pee.

"You okay now? You need to take a shit now?"

"No, thank God. I'm not ready for you to do that yet! One thing at a time."

I laughed.

"When you're ready, just let me know, Dad. The piss wasn't so bad, was it?"

He shook his head, still a little embarrassed.

"I just never thought I'd have my own son wiping my ass and holding my dick so I can pee."

I emptied the bedpan in the toilet and continued to talk with him.

"Look at it this way...you did those things for me while I was growing up and I wasn't embarrassed for you to see me."

He gave a rueful smile.

"Yeah, son, but that was when you were a little boy. I never did that after you were potty trained. In fact, I'm not sure I ever saw you naked once you could manage your own bath. And I'm pretty sure you never saw me naked ever. Right?"

I nodded.

"Now here I am with my privates hanging out for you to see."

"Don't worry about it, Dad. Would you feel better if I stripped naked so you can see my privates?"

He shook his head.

"Nah, there's no need for both of us to go through this."

I resolved to myself to put him more at ease. I got supper ready and fed him at his bed – chicken fingers, fries, and a Coke. We watched Jeopardy and he fell asleep watching so I went on to my bed. Around eleven that night, the buzzer sounded. When I entered his room, Dad looked super distressed.

"I've held it as long as I can, Chris, but I need to shit or I'm gonna mess the bed."

He looked so apologetic and embarrassed I was afraid he was going to cry.

"No problem, Dad."

I knew Dad watched porn. I'd found his collection when I was a teenager and had jacked off to his stuff plenty of times. I knew he seemed to have a particular liking for watching guys getting their dicks sucked or guys eating pussy. I popped in a DVD, a fucking hot porn flick and soon the sound of fucking filled the air.

"What???" Dad asked.

He looked embarrassed but interested.

"Thought this would get your mind off your predicament," I grinned. "You watch them fuck and I'll take care of your problem."

He looked at me and smiled.

"I can't believe we're doing this so I can take a dump."

I lifted his gown and shifted his leg. He slid down a bit to open his buttocks. I pulled them apart and pushed the bedpan under them, then lifted his balls. Dad's balls hang so far down he'd have shit on them if I hadn't. I looked up to see him watching me, his face red with shame.

"Watch the goddamn DVD, not me," I ordered.

He looked away to the television screen and I saw his anus begin to flex. In a moment, a huge turd slipped out of the hole and then two smaller ones. I'd never seen an anus in the motion of shitting and I never dreamed it could open so wide. I grabbed the toilet paper and wiped his ass clean before getting the wet wipes for final cleansing. Using the wet wipe, I cleaned his hole carefully, even inserting the tip of my finger slightly to make sure no shit was left. Dad sucked in his breath hard as my finger pressed his hole and I looked up to see his eyes closed and his penis completely erect. A pearl of precum was on the head of his dick.

I grabbed the bedpan and went on to the bathroom where I flushed the contents and cleaned it. I realized my father was in need of ejaculation but I hoped he'd be able to bring himself off from the visual stimulation of the porn. Cleaning his ass was one thing, jacking his dick was something else entirely. I decided to leave him alone with the porn video.

"Okay if I leave you here now with the porn video running?"

He nodded.

"Do me a favor, Chris. Take this gown off me. I like to watch porn naked."

He had the sheepish grin again as I slipped his gown from his body. I didn't try to hide my bold staring at his erect penis and his beautiful naked body. I left him alone and returned to my room. I awoke around three in the morning and padded barefoot to his room. I sleep naked and I figured Dad would be asleep so I could so I could stay naked as I checked on him while he was sleeping. His television was mute, showing some middle of the night program about some cooking device. I looked at him. I could tell his sleep was erratic from his movement. His penis was partially erect and the hole at the tip of the head peered through the foreskin opening. A sticky puddle of precum was on his stomach from the slow dribble of his cock but it was obvious he had not ejaculated.

"I see you take after your old man."

His voice startled me and I jumped. I looked from his penis to see him watching me.

"You're a handsome man, Chris, even if I say so myself. We've got the same hairy bodies. Your dick looks a little larger and you're circumcised. You keep yourself in excellent shape."

"Sorry, Dad, I didn't mean to wake you up. I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

"I need to pee, if you don't mind."

"Let me grab my robe, Dad."

"Don't Chris. I like seeing you like this. I never liked how we had to always be so fucking proper in our house. Truth is, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and voyeur but your mother went to her grave not really knowing that. Somehow, I don't care if you know the truth."

I grabbed the bedpan and positioned it before grabbing his penis and slipping the foreskin back. It grew in my hand instantly, not just a little bit but hard – a full erection.

"I don't know if I'll be able to piss through that hard on," he said.

I looked at him quizzically. He laughed.

"Would it kill you to jack your old man's dick off for him? Chris, I haven't cum since before the car accident. I'm fucking dying here."

I swallowed so hard my eyes watered. He took that as a sign my answer was no.

"It's okay," he sighed. "I keep waiting for maybe a nocturnal emission. I thought the porn flick would do it but all it did was swell my nuts so big they hurt. I know I'm dripping pre-cum because I can feel the wet but no full cum."

I was nervous.

"How often did you cum in a week before the accident?"

He grinned.

"At least once a day."

I must have looked shocked because he laughed.

"Come on, Chris! I'm only forty-seven years old! Do you think your dick stops working at forty?"

I snickered.

"Not really, I guess I just didn't think about my parents having orgasms, having sex, and for goddamn sure no masturbation."

Dad cackled.

"Chris, I'm sorry to burst your bubble. I fucked your Mom three, four times a week from the day we were married, some times more if she was horny, too. I've got a monster sex drive and I'd jack off a couple of times a day, even on the days we fucked. 'Course your mother never knew that," he giggled.

I laughed. I was having a conversation with my father that I'd never dreamed of having before but in being honest with myself, I knew I'd often masturbated in my room listening to Dad fuck Mom, thinking about his dick sliding in and out of her pussy. I just could only envision sex organs, not Mom's face. I'd often been curious about his dick, wanting to see it in action and now here I was being asked to jack him off.

I'd left Chicago and moved to Wyoming because I'm bisexual and I'd fallen in love with an older man who'd done some work for the engineering company I'd worked for in Chicago. I fell head over heels for him. He was fifty-two and looked like a god, in perfect shape with salt and pepper hair and a laugh that was infectious. I'd visited him several times in Sheridan before I finally took a job out here to be with him. We'd lived together for three years before he died of liver cancer. It broke my heart. He left me the house I was living in and his engineering firm. I'd never shared that story with my family.

"You're awfully quiet, Chris. Did I shock you too much? Face it, son, I'm a sexual creature, always have been and god willing, I always will be. And when my casts are off and my hands and arms work okay, trust me, I'll be back to slapping my salami myself. Probably three or four times a day to make up for this misery I'm in."




Role Reversal



I hesitated and finally worked up the courage to be honest with him.

"I'll do it, Dad, but first I've gotta tell you something."

I continued to hesitate, unsure how to tell my father his son had lived the last several years as a queer. I didn't know how such a macho man would take it.

"It's okay, Chris. Do you think I don't know you lived out here with Sam Connery for three years as his lover? Is that what you're afraid of telling me?"

I must have looked faint.

"Sit on the edge of my bed, Chris. You look like you're turning white."

I sat on his bed and he put his bare good foot in my lap.

"I love you, Chris, always have and always will. I'm sorry I didn't raise you to trust me enough to tell me you're gay. That's my fault, not yours. And the truth of the matter is, I'm not so sure how your Mom would've reacted. She had that New England grand dame streak and envisioned you as Sir Lancelot."

"How did you find out, Dad? I was so careful."

"From your sister, Leah. She saw you and Sam coming out of a gay nightclub in Chicago holding hands before you ever left. Of course, she didn't tell me until a year after you moved out here and she only told me because I said something about your secretary making a comment about your being in Jackson Hole on a ski trip with Sam one week when I called for you. Leah told me to leave it alone, that you'd tell us when you were ready. Plus, she figured your mother might go ape shit."

I was in a state of shock.

"Is that what you were going to tell me just now?"

I nodded. "I just didn't want you to find out later about my being gay after I'd jacked you off. I didn't want you to freak out on me, upset that a queer touched your dick."

"It wouldn't be the first time," he said.

"What???!!!"

He laughed.

"I figured that'd get a rise out of you. Since we're being so honest and all here, yeah I've a few encounters with guys in my lifetime. I'm not gay but that doesn't mean I haven't experimented."

I unconsciously grabbed his foot and held it.

"Now you've got to tell me, Dad. You've gotta. You can't just lay that kind of stuff on me without some details."

He grinned.

"Oh, just the usual guy stuff. A friend and I played around together when I was thirteen. We were the typical hyper sexed teenagers and first we started out masturbating together. It went from that on to jacking each other off, then sucking each other off, and finally fucking each other in the ass."

My eyes got wide. My father had a teenage sex life that had mirrored my own.

He smirked. "Sound familiar to you? I caught you fucking Richie Stark in the garage when you were fourteen and I just backed away. I went to my room and jacked off thinking about my fucking Don Merrill at the same age in his Dad's garage. I figure you must've had lots of experiences like that. And I know you fucked a lot of girls, too. You were a typical teenager. In fact, I never imagined you might be gay until Leah told me about Sam."

"Shit, Dad, I never dreamed you might've had sex with a guy. Oh, I guess I figured you did the same dick discovery crap all teenage guys go through but I never figured you had actually fucked a guy."

"He wasn't the last. When I was in college a guy in our dorm had a crush on me and he was a math whiz. He tutored me for free as long as I'd let him suck me off and if I'd fuck his ass occasionally. Then a few years ago I spent a week in Manhattan for the firm and I roomed with a guy from work. I ended up fucking him the whole week. And that, Chris, is the extent of my sex life with guys. Other than that, I've been strictly heterosexual and didn't want anything else. You mother was hot in bed and she kept me satisfied as far as sexual encounters go. I just needed to whack one off pretty regular even though I had a steady pussy supply."

I was beyond being shocked at my Dad's language and candor. We'd gone from being just a father and son to just a couple of guys discussing our sex lives just the same as I'd heard him do at his club plenty of times. I'd gotten accustomed to hearing him tell his buddies that his dick was 'in traction from so much action in Doris's pussy'. He'd wink at me, knowing I'd never repeat his comment to Mom or Leah – or any other female for that matter.

He pushed his foot against my penis, his toes in my pubic hair, and I popped an immediate erection.

"Your hand on my foot feels fucking good. It'd feel better on my dick," he said softly.

"You sure you want me to do this?" I asked.

He nodded. "Goddamn right I'm sure. I'm so horny I can't stand it. But there's just one thing more I want. I want you to jack yourself off first and cum on my dick. Then use your cum for lubricant to jack me off."

"Fucking A, Dad! When you decide to change our sexual relationship you don't go halfway, do you?" I laughed.

Instead of laughing he moaned softly.

"I need to cum so bad I'm in pain. Please, can we do it now? Jack my dick for me."

I stood up and started to masturbate looking straight into his eyes. My hand slid against the skin. I'm not circumcised so I needed to spit to have moisture. Dad's eyes kept glancing back and forth between my hand jacking my dick and looking directly in my eyes.

"You look fucking sexy, Chris," he whispered. "You're so fucking handsome. Let me see your hot cum shoot out of that big cock of yours. Slap those hairy nuts around. Beat that motherfucking dick. Cum on my dick, babe. Cum on me, shoot that white stuff on my hard dick."

Dad kept up a soft litany of vulgar sex talk as I began to jerk my cock harder. I deliberately used a forceful motion to make my balls slap around. Suddenly it hit me, the churning in my loins, and I grunted. Dad's breathing got heavy as I looked at him and then I stepped forward and pointed my dick at his cock. Ropes of my hot semen shot out onto his penis, into his thick pubic bush, and I jerked with emotion and tension. Finally, I'd shot my entire load on his crotch and it was speckled with my thick white juices.

I looked at Dad searchingly again.

"You ready for this?"

In answer he moaned and pushed his hips up, lifting his cock toward me as best he could.

"Do it," he grunted.

I took his hard penis in my hand and smeared it with the cum I'd shot on it. I slid the foreskin back and forth a couple of times. And then I leaned over and took it into my mouth, licking it, sucking it gently. I greased two fingers with my cum and slipped them into his asshole, first one and then the other. Dad was moaning and grunting so loud I was thankful we lived in my own home separate from others. I finger fucked him hard. I'd recognized his anal sensitivity when I'd cleaned his ass after he'd shit.

"Goddamn! Shit! Oh, fuck! Shit! Goddamn, Chris! Fuck! Suck my cock! Suck my cock!"

Dad pushed toward me and I just knew if his hands were not in a cast, he'd have been pressing my head into his crotch. And then he yelled a guttural groan. I felt his cock spasm and his cum shot into my mouth. It was like a river, maybe because he hadn't had sex in so long. His cum tasted salty and musty. It was thick, thicker than any cum I'd ever swallowed and I ate his entire load before licking him clean. I cleaned his crotch of all the cum I'd shot onto him. My own cum had a lighter taste, more like a slightly bitter yogurt. When I finished I sat up and looked at him.

"Come here," he said in a deep voice like gravel. "Come here and kiss my lips. You sucked my dick. Now kiss me."

I did as he asked. I put my lips on his softly and his tongue darted in my mouth. I returned his kiss and we kissed passionately for what seemed like forever but was probably only a couple of minutes.

When I lifted my face from his, he spoke.

"That was fucking amazing, Chris. What made you decide to suck my dick? I didn't expect it."

I grinned.

"I know you didn't but you needed sexual release so bad, Dad. And you're a gorgeous man. You have a beautiful cock. Gay instinct took over. I couldn't pass up the cock."

He laughed.

"You think we might do that again in a couple of hours?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah. I think we might," I grinned.



Role Reversal



I walked in the house, hot and a little sweaty. I had just mowed the yard. It was a hot day in Texas, nothing unusual about that. What was unusual was what greeted me in the house. Amanda, my darling sweet, submissive Amanda was standing in the living room and she was different! She was wearing these leather boots that came to her knees, black leather bra, black lace panties, and a riding crop. I was sweating through my white t-shirt and these jeans were covered in grass, but I wanted to get naked immediately.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Amanda said sternly, smacking the riding crop into her hand.

"I was mowing the lawn," I said, a little confused by the question.

"Come here!" Amanda said, imperiously, pointing at the floor in front of her.

I walked over and stood in front of her, getting a little irritated. This wasn't her normal pattern, and I was both irritated and excited by her behavior.

"You will address me as Mistress, slave!" Amanda barked, smacking me on the ass with the riding crop. It stung, but strangely, it felt good. "Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes," I said, uncertainly. She smacked me on the thigh with the riding crop. "Yes, Mistress," I hastily amended. My cock was already moving.

"Strip slave and kneel before me," Amanda ordered.

I stripped off my t-shirt, tossing it on the couch. I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them down and stepping out of them, kicking them out of the way. I stood there naked, my cock standing semi erect in front of me.

Amanda smacked me on the chest, a welt rising on my pectoral. "I said, on your knees!"

I dropped to my knees, looking up at her. God, she looked so hot in leather. My cock was full on hard. I reached out to grab her thighs and she smacked me. "Keep your hands off until I tell you what I want, understand, slave?"

"OK," I said, rubbing at the welt on my forearm.

She smacked me on the chest, "OK, Mistress."

"OK, Mistress," I said. My cock was getting harder, swinging back and forth from anticipation.

She pointed at a dog collar on the coffee table. It was attached to a leash. "Put it on."

I picked it up and wrapped the collar around my throat. I buckled it on. The leash hung down my chest, brushing against my hard on. She smacked me on the chest. Taking the leash in her hands, she turned and started walking away, pulling on the leash. I go to get up to follow her and she swung the riding crop back and hit me on the stomach. "I didn't order you to stand up, slave." I stayed on my knees and crawled behind her like a dog to the bedroom. I don't know why but this humiliation was so exciting. We got into the bedroom and she tied the leash to the headboard on the bed. She smacked my ass with the crop and pointed to the bed. I crawled on the bed and laid on my back. "On your hands and knees, slave," Amanda said, the crop stinging on my inner thigh. I rolled over and assumed the position.

She got on the bed and she started to touch my butt. Her fingers were probing my taint and my ass. "I think it's time you got to feel how I feel when we make love," Amanda said. She struck me across the ass with the riding crop. I jumped as it left a big welt on my ass cheek. My cock was so hard. I wanted to turn and rip her panties off and just fuck her. I turned and looked at her, wanting to tell her how much I wanted her. She smacked me on the back with the riding crop. "Don't look at me slave!" She barked. She slid off the bed and went over and grabbed a piece of cloth. Returning she tied the cloth around my eyes so that I couldn't see. This turned me on even worse now.

"I think it's time you got what you have coming to you," Amanda said. "If you're a good boy, I might let you come."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, a slight quiver in my voice. "I live to give you pleasure."

"That's as it should be," she said, slashing the riding crop against my thigh. I hear the sound of a drawer opening. A minute later, something cold and hard pressed against my balls. It was a vibrator and it turned on, stimulating my balls and taint. I moaned a little and she rubbed the vibrator along the edge of my cock and around the tip.

"Do you like that, slave?"

"Hell yeah," I said.

The sting of the riding crop on my ass cheek reminded me that I forgot to say it correctly.

"I mean, yes Mistress."

"Better, slave."

She rubbed the vibrator around my inner thigh, along my ass cheeks, and down the crevice. Her free hand rubbed lube on my ass. At this point, I thought I knew where she was going and I thought I wanted her to go there. Sure enough, she stroked the vibrator against my puckered asshole and slowly pushed the head of the vibrator into my tight ass. Her free hand stroked my balls and rubbed my shaft. Her hand wrapped around my stalk and started to stroke up and down the shaft in rhythm with the stroking of the vibrator. I was so fucking horny right then, I was afraid I might come before I got to fuck her.

"I see you like being the woman," she said, her excitement building in her voice. "Well let's see how much more you like being the woman."

She rolled me over on my back, then took each hand and tied it to the headboard. I felt her hot breath on my face a second before she kissed me, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. She kissed down my body sucking on my nipples and biting my skin. She spread my legs, lifting them up and out. I felt her put a large squirt of lube in my ass. She stroked my asshole with her fingertips, her nails lightly digging into my sensitive skin. Her lips caressed the shaft of my cock, leaving wet kisses from tip to base. She shoved a couple of pillows under my ass, raising my ass off the bed.

"Are you ready, slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

The strap on dildo was larger than I expected. The initial plunge as she rammed it in burned. The only saving grace was all the lube. She started slow, stroking in and out in a methodical fashion. I could hear a vibrator going and I knew she was using it on her clit. Gradually she picked up speed, sliding that dildo faster and faster. It felt awesome! I had never felt anything like it. I didn't want her to stop. I moaned.

"Harder mistress, fuck me harder please!"

I felt her pick up the riding crop and she smacked me on the stomach, which felt good. She left the riding crop resting on my chest and increased the tempo of her rhythm. Her hand wrapped around my cock and she stroked me in rhythm with her fucking my ass. I felt like I was going to come at any second. Her hands grabbed the back of my knees and she shoved my legs towards my chest. This changed the angle of her thrusts, making that dildo hit my G-spot. Then she did something I didn't know she could do. She leaned forward and sucked my cock into her mouth, sucking on the head. She sucked on the head while she stroked my ass hard and fast.

"God, I'm coming!!"

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and slid the shaft between her breasts. I exploded all over her breasts, hot come shooting everywhere. The dildo was stroking my G-spot and it felt like I couldn't stop coming.

"Boy, are you a naughty boy," she said. She pulled the dildo out of my ass. I felt her get off the bed, and then she got back on straddling my chest. I could smell her wet juicy pussy. She grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face into her wet pussy. I buried my tongue in her wet pussy, my nose rubbing her swollen clit. She picked up the riding crop on my chest and smacked my leg with it. I moved my lips to her clit and sucked on it, nibbling on the sensitive spot. I felt her tensing up, her orgasm about to shoot all over me. I buried my tongue in her pussy and tongued her pussy furiously.

"Fuck yeah, slave, I'm coming, don't stop," she said emphatically. She was swinging that riding crop into my side and leaving bruises, but she was coming so hard neither of us realized it. Finally, her orgasm subsided. My face and chest were soaked with her come. My cock had come back to life and was ready to do whatever my Mistress commanded. Apparently this was in line with her thoughts as well, as she slid down my chest, grinding her wet pussy lips on my chest and stomach and then sliding her lips along my thick hard shaft.

"It's good that you're hard again, slave, because I haven't been properly satisfied yet," she said, grinding those wet lips into my cock. "I want you to lay here and enjoy having me ride you. Since you did a half decent job of eating my pussy, I'm going to take the blindfold off and you get to watch me ride."

She reached up and pulled the blindfold off. Then she mounted my cock, driving it into her tight juicy pussy as if she hadn't had sex in over a week. I watched, bemused, as she rode my cock. Her pussy was so tight and felt so good on my cock that I knew I was going to get off while she rode me. That, however was going to take some time, as she rode me slowly and steadily, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm as I lay there helplessly watching the show. Gradually, she built up speed, grinding that pussy fast and hard on my cock and with a loud moan I came in her pussy. She came a second later, her pussy drenching my cock as she had a vigorous G-spot orgasm.

"Ah, that's what I wanted," she said. "You've been a good slave, learning fairly quickly, so I think I'll let you sleep for a little while before you make me dinner. Just make sure you do a good job slave, or I will punish you some more." She waved the riding crop at me, the tip barely missing my nose.

"Yes, Mistress," I said meekly. This was her turn for domination and I have to say I enjoyed it, she was very exciting. Next time, I think I'll be the one with the riding crop though. 



Role Reversal



"Turn away from me and look over your shoulder."

"Unclip your bra, let the ends fall apart."

"Turn and face me, slip one of the straps, the left one, off your shoulder and let it dangle down your arm."

"Put your hands on your head and slip your fingers into your hair."

"Keep the bra on by the cups sticking to your boobs and turn round."

"Now, pull one cup off. No not all the way, just so we get a glimpse of pink, ok?"

"Now do the same with the other. That's lovely, great nipples Deb.

"Ok ease it off your boobs, but keep holding the bra, let it dangle by your side."

"Let it fall to the floor, show me yer tits, Debs."

"Mmm, lovely, you have gorgeous boobs."

"Turn round, slowly."

"Now lay on the floor."

"Get hold of your boobs Deb."

"Push them together; push those lovely little tits together babe."

"Raise your knees."

"Put your hands into the waist-band of your panties."

"No, just as far as your knuckles into those lovely, lacy shorts."

"Slip them down a little."

"That's far enough."

"Perfect, just a hint of hair."

"Lift your bum up Deb. Yes off the floor."

"That's great, you have a gorgeous bum."

"Push the panties further; show us all those lovely pubes."

"Further Deb, slip them further down."

"You still ok with this?"

"Ok, now slide them so that the waist-band goes down your thighs, but leave the gusset stuck to your lips."

"Mmmm, that's great Deb, fantastic."

"Ok let's lose them now, knickers off Deb, let's get you naked."

"Let's see those lips, come on luv, show us, show me, show the camera, show Martin your pussy; we all want to see you, we want to see it."

"I think I see some wetness there Deb. You ok with that?"

"You look soaked, your lips are glistening, they look lovely."

"Ok babe, now raise your knees and slowly open those legs as wide as you can. Let me get right at your cunt."

*

I had been on the other side of the camera long enough. I was near to graduating from college and would soon be applying for jobs. The risk was increasing that someone would find my secret and I would be exposed as a topless, well nude and other things as well, model. Whilst I could do nothing about my past and the risk would always exist, I could address the present and the future. I had always said I only did it for the money to help me through college and when I no longer needed that I would stop. So, I had, a few months ago.

I continually needed more money than my dad whose company had gone bust in the sub-prime fuck up and the subsequent Spanish property disaster could afford to give me. Part time work at a tenner an hour was a waste of time, especially when you had a habit like mine, designer clothes and a busy life-style, not drugs, to satisfy. So I decided to stop being a poacher and would become a gamekeeper. Instead of having lenses pointed between my legs, I would have the viewfinder against my eye. Yes, I had retired as a model and had set myself up as a photographer. 

I attended a four-week crash course that taught me all I needed to know about lighting, focusing and all that stuff. I felt my modelling had taught me enough about posing, so I was all set.

I had a plan.

Firstly, I would offer the girls on the modelling circuit, my services to produce their portfolios. I could do that more cheaply than male photographers and the girls would not have to offer to 'pay in kind' as many were forced to do with men.

Secondly, I would advertise to women who wanted to have some shots of themselves for their husbands or partners. Sexy shots, of course. Added to that and thirdly, would be advertising to men who would commission me to take photos of their wives or girl-friends, again sexy poses of course. And, if they wanted, taking shots of both of them together.

Things had gone well. 

I got loads of commissions from the girls I knew on the amateur photography circuit and that had given me the confidence for the more demanding in some ways, commissions from strangers.

I was absolutely amazed at just how many women booked me to photograph them as presents for their partners. Some were in sexy poses fully dressed and others were in various stages of undress, mainly bra and panty sets, sussie belts and stockings and basques, the usual glam posing uniforms. A smaller, but still ample, number wanted topless and nude and a few wanted the whole Monty, open leg and with toys. 

I guess being a woman and stressing that and being an ex-model helped. 

I was as busy with this new venture as I had been when modelling and although the income was not as great, it was still pretty good and increasing and I felt better about myself.

I had less men contact my website, but enough to show there was a market in them booking their wives a session with or without them being there and I had done a few where a couple wanted to pose together. That really was a buzz.

So, life was progressing nicely. I had more time to study and I worked hard keeping the site I built with a mate from college, glamourgirlphotographer.com up to date. I had established some tight procedures, see even blondes can be organised, at times.

The bookings were all made online and I followed them up with a personal phone call, to a landline not a mobile. Half of all fees had to be paid up front by credit card through paypal, I didn't take chances. 

I had got back in contact with Sandra, the woman who had initiated me into glamour modelling and a number of other things including rather aggressive les sex. She had a number of studios and I had heard she wasn't doing that well with one so I was able to negotiate a good deal for a steady stream of bookings, and that was without me having to let her fuck me! Shit, I thought after, if I had let her do that I might have got it for nothing, see the astute businesswoman I was rapidly becoming?

One of the photographers who had become a regular, for both me posing and for extras was a website designer. For a 'swansong' of extras, well three songs actually, he designed my site

glamourgirlphotographer.com

for that intimate memory

that special moment

that tender message

that erotic interlude

let me photograph you and capture your erotic spirit for ever.

MEN WOMEN COUPLES

all are welcome all tastes catered for

Whatever your dream, let me make it a reality.

I am a 22 year old ex-glamour model who has moved behind the camera.

I know the feelings, I know the shyness and I know the excitement of being photographed in intimate settings and poses. And I know how it feels to be in front of the camera, to reveal oneself to it and to make love to that lens.

Let me help you and your partner enjoy those feelings, overcome that shyness and experience the excitement I had in my career.

Contact me and let me help you make those dreams come true.

Sammi x

I used my real not my posing name of Debs.

When people accessed the site there was short questionnaire asking them about themselves, nothing too personal, more about the sort of poses they would like me to photograph. I would look at them each day then contact the enquirer, firstly by e-mail and then if that was ok by telephone either, me to them or, them to me if they preferred. I had bought a mobile that I dedicated to this business. Again, no point taking chances is there?

The software analysed them and then listed them by various categories. In the past few days, there had been:

4 females wanting to be photographed alone

3 males wanting their partners to be photographed with them watching

1 male wanting him and his partner to be photographed together

1 male wanting to be photographed alone.

Five of the seven females were for underwear glamour posing with two of them 'probably' wanting topless and two more 'possibly' wanting nude. The couple refrained from specifying what they wanted and instead ticked the 'for discussion' box.

The male was the surprise. He had given his name as Stuart, had written in the comments section that 'he thinks' he wants to be photographed nude and had ticked the box headed 'uninhibited poses,' but was not sure that he had the confidence.

I had never shot a naked guy alone before. The prospect, though somewhat daunting, interested me and, I had to admit, I found it rather stimulating.

I composed my e-mails to the others first and then to that last man. That read:

Dear Stuart

Thank you for contacting glamourgirlphotographer.com 

I would be pleased to photograph you at my fully equipped studio in Docklands, East London at your convenience. 

For your information, I have enclosed a recent photo of me, together with my fee schedule. A one-hour session for the type of posing you indicated would be £150. That includes the electronic delivery of between 50 and 100 shots and the printing of 20 exposures in colour or black and white at any size up to 12 x 6 inches. 

I am happy to be totally directed by you as to the poses and nature of the shots you want me to take; after all, they are of you and for you. Of course I will offer advice and guidance where you feel you need it.

If you wish to proceed please call me on 09876 123456 or reply to this e-mail to discuss the arrangements.

Yours, 

Sammi

aka glamourgirlphotographer.com

ps I enclose a shot of me that is yours to keep irrespective of whether you make a booking. 

For some odd reason feeling quite excited I pressed send wondering just where this might lead. I quickly got some insight into that for within a few hours I received a reply.

Dear Sammi,

Many thanks for your reply, which I read with great interest. Your terms look fine. Would it be possible to book an evening appointment with you? I would like to come along after work if possible and, as I live in Yorkshire, I could catch a train, which would get me to Docklands for 8.00 pm.

Would you be prepared to shoot me in my suit and tie, maybe undressing and possibly with my zip undone revealing myself etc.? Would you be able to guide me as to some of the poses using your own experience? I want uninhibited shots but I am not sure what looks best, with your experience I am sure, you will have a much better idea than me. I am also interested to know how uninhibited I may be, to be honest with you, if I was to have an erection would that be a problem? To be even more honest, I think that may well happen and I would not want to offend you. Also, whilst being honest, I must tell you I am extremely nervous about this and I am equally unsure if I would be able to remove any clothes at all. This probably sounds very strange to you, but posing and being photographed by a woman has always been a fantasy for me. Seeing glamourgirlphotographer.com really got to me. It sounds as if you offer all that I have wanted for such a long time. I do hope so Sammi, but I am not sure how I will be when I am with you. I will pay the money in advance, just in case I lose my nerve at the last minute.

If you could let me know, ASAP I would be most grateful and if all is ok, I would like to make an appointment early in the New Year.

I hope you have a fabulous Christmas and will have a great New Year.

Best wishes,

Stuart

ps thank you for enclosing your picture, it certainly gave me the confidence to reply, although you look so fantastic yourself, I feel totally inadequate at the thought of stripping in front of you!

I smiled as I read the mail. It sort of amused me. The way he couldn't be sure whether he would even be able to pose nude, but if he did he felt he would probably get an erection. Nice contradiction, I thought. Interesting and quite an insight into his psyche and nature, I started to hope that we would meet. 

'Quite a variation of concerns' I thought to myself remembering that I had experienced similar worries when I was starting. After all, no matter how morally upright a girl thinks she may be, if she is willing to pose naked to be photographed, it is only a small step to using her body in other ways, doing more than just posing!

Furthermore, being so closely located, one-to-one with a man who is taking erotic, nude and underwear shots of you is such an intimate situation that arousal, for both parties can never be far away. And if there is any degree at all of the girl potentially fancying the man, then who knows what can, and does, happen behind those locked studio doors? Actually I do know, and only too well.

Anyway that was my thinking when I first posed for one-to-one stuff and I was hearing similar views from Stuart. Amazing and encouraging, I thought.

I was also touched by his openness and apparent honesty. I liked that and felt that it bode well for a good session, if we got that far. As with many businesses, most, of my enquiries remain as just that, speculative enquiries and men just contacting the site for kicks, bloody time wasters.

But as I re-read his mail, prior to framing a reply, I had some other thoughts. A touch of excitement for sure, as I hadn't yet had a one-to-one with a naked guy and I didn't know how I would react? 

Also, two of my senses or emotions seemed to fuse together, my commercial acumen and my erotic desires. I could see another opportunity for me. A different sort of posing and photography. A process where I could help slightly uptight men certainly, and maybe women too, give vent to their sexual needs, yet at the same time earn good money and gain some sexual pleasure from it myself. I hadn't fully thought it through yet, but it was forming in my mind when I sat down to reply to his mail. I was, I realised, breaking one of my procedures by not making phone contact for that sorted out 'the men from the boys' more quickly. With Stuart, though, I wasn't too worried about whether it would lead to business or not, I was enjoying the exchange and my mind was researching a new idea, so why rush things?

Hi Stuart

Thanks for your mail. I was most impressed with your openness and honesty and I completely understand your potential dilemma. 

When I first posed, I had similar concerns. At the very first session, when the photographer said for me to take my top off I was torn. On the one hand, I felt shy and quite embarrassed at the idea of baring my breasts to a virtual stranger yet, on the other hand, it excited me. Being female, I do have an advantage in that my arousal does not show as obviously as a man's does. So Stuart, please rest assured, I do appreciate your situation and if you decide to go ahead, you can rely on my sympathetic and helpful approach.

As to posing, I am happy and prepared to shoot you in any pose you wish to adopt. And yes, of course, I will advise you, both from a photographer's and a woman's point of view on positions and clothing.

I have no problem whatsoever in taking shots of you in sexually provocative poses or in shooting a series where we gradually undress you. In such a series we would, shot by shot, reveal more and more of your body until we have you naked. That is a fairly standard procedure in glamour photography and men have taken such series of me many, many times. I could send you an example if you wish.

Great glamour or erotic photography requires a number of things, particularly, a close relationship between the model and photographer and a clear agreement on what the session is trying to achieve.

Let me describe the sort of relationship I would like us to strive for and what I feel you are trying to achieve.

My approach to the session would be to assume I was taking photos of you to arouse me, maybe as your girl-friend, wife or partner. Equally, I would try to look at it from a male point of view. Putting myself in the eyes of men that might see our work. That way, what we end up with will be highly personal to us, but should appeal also to an appropriate cross-section of society. It should combine a highly heterosexual appeal with strong undercurrents of a bisexual nature. I want to present you in the varying stages of undress as an object of erotic desire and sexual promise to all, not just one gender. To me, eroticism crosses and totally ignores sexual boundaries and sexuality. 

As far as you becoming erect is concerned I feel that is an essential part of an erotic photo session. In short, Stuart, I would take it as a compliment to watch and shoot you hardening and fully erect. To me, as a female erotic photographer and as a female, the male erection is an object of great beauty and a vision of sexual power. There can be few props more appealing than an erection, other than perhaps shooting two or three at the same time, which, I hasten to add, has not yet been my pleasure.

So that's part of what I feel we are after.

From what you tell me, you have a desire or fantasy or whatever to be photographed naked, but do not really understand why. The first comment I make on that is, don't worry. It is quite normal, with both men and women. We all have streaks of exhibitionism in us and my job with you is to help you satisfy that. On a higher-ground level, I will become the conduit through which you can fully explore this aspect of your sexuality. That is one of the aims of erotic photography and I would be only too pleased to act as that conduit.

I hope this is all making sense to you, Stuart.

You see, if I am correct in my interpretation of what you wish to achieve, then you will be helping me take my art to a higher level. In addition to providing a photographic service that excites and thrills I will also be supplying a sexually and sexuality therapeutic process as well. That is highly appealing to me.

I can certainly arrange an evening session at a studio in Dockland. I hope that is convenient. Once we find a mutually convenient date, early in the New Year we would be able to start whatever time is suitable for you. With this type of session, there would not be a time limit. We would finish the session when we feel we have achieved our aims. Ok?

I can assure you of total discretion at the session and with the studio. The studio is on the ground floor of a fairly large double fronted house. There is only one door into it from the rest of the house and that can be locked. As it happens, I know the owner of the studio who lives upstairs will be away for most of January so we will be alone and undisturbed. There is an outside, almost totally secluded patio that we could use, but January weather is likely to prevent that.

One part of the studio is sparsely furnished with just different coloured, pull down and roll out backdrops. In there, such props as chairs, table, or easily manageable objects can be used. The other, which I have to say is more suitable for and is, of course, used more for female models, is set up as bedroom. We would also have a shower and bath we could use and of course outside, if you don't mind your bum getting frozen!

I hope I have fully covered everything that you require at this stage.

Yours in anticipation

Sammi.

The idea of using posing and photography as a form of therapy was rattling round my mind. I had visions of helping people, encouraging them to be less inhibited, open up their sexual desires and fulfil some of their fantasies, at a hefty fee of course. I hadn't worked out the details, yet, but I was sure I was onto something.

Feeling excited, both sexually and professionally, from what I had written and my thoughts for the future, I sat back in my chair. Turning and seeing myself in the mirror, I realised that my nipples had hardened. I couldn't stop myself from touching them as I thought of the last time I had had sex and realised that was almost three weeks ago.

I made up for lost time, though, by masturbating there, in the studio and again when I got home. 

I was living with my mother in the family home that dad had vacated and left to her when they split up a few months ago and he went to live in Spain. He had lost a stack of money and had been forced to sell the flat in Islington, which I had shared with my brother. So it was back to the Essex, five bedrooms, pile where I had grown up. The only change was that just mum and I lived there. Well there were other changes for she was now effectively single. I was pretty sure she had a very strong sex drive, far more so than mine, but of course, neither of us could satisfy that by bringing friends home. That wasn't too big a problem for me as I could see my older lover, DD, from time to time at his place or in hotels, but I think it played havoc with mum's hormones.




Role Reversal



Mum was out, as usual, when I got home. I went to my room, got undressed and showered. Wrapped in a towel, I logged onto my notebook on and checked my mail. The word Stuart leaped from the screen.

Dear Sammi,

I have received your mail and I very much look forward to meeting with you. I think you understand exactly what i am looking for and your suggestions for stripping and maybe even outdoors sound very interesting. I understood what you meant about taking shots that women would enjoy, but what did you have in mind for the bisexual side? I am not sure about that, although you have raised more than a little curiosity in my mind. And I am pleased that you are happy about a potential erection, thank you for being understanding. I liked the sound of all the settings you suggested for the pictures, may I let you choose what you think would be best. And please bring whatever props you think would be good.

Would it help if you saw me before the session to gauge what would be best? I have a cam if you would like to see it, but of course I understand if you just want to get on with the real thing. I will be away for a couple of days, but home again in the New Year, would a shoot the week after be ok? A Friday evening would good when you have a vacancy.

I hope I am able to do this and don't let you down.

Best wishes and yours in anticipation,

Stuart.

Ps I would appreciate seeing the example you suggested of the stripping sequence to see what i have to do, I must admit I am nervous.

pps I assume you will be clothed throughout the shoot?

I was pleased and excited to receive such a quick reply later that day. I was even more pleased and excited when I read the content of the mail. It was the pps, though, that sent my mind racing. It gave me yet another idea that I could incorporate into my new role as a photographic sexual therapist.

After sending the last mail, I had let my mind run a bit; I had let it stray to a session of the type I had described in the mail. I had aroused myself writing the mail. Thinking about the session and reading Stuart's latest mail, simply increased that arousal. Not only were my nipples hard, but also my breasts had that heavy and full feeling that signifies an impending full arousal. That sensation was being transmitted from my nipples and breasts to my clitoris as if they were wired up. That, in turn, was making me excrete my female juices. I had no alternative, there was no other way, nothing else would do. I lay on my bed and masturbated.

Before having sex with myself, I had fired off a reply. That had advised him that before we could go any further we would need to talk on the phone with him on a landline. Some punters objected to that and those I dumped, but most accepted it as the safety measure it was intended.

I had an almost instant reply saying that he had no objection and giving me a number. As I was about to take a shower, I was still wearing just the towel, I rang it.

"Hi is that Stuart?"

"Yes, hello, is that Sammi?" Replied a deep voice with a northern accent.

"Yes from glamourgirlphotography.com. How are you?"

"Incredibly nervous."

"I understand, I would be in your place."

"Thank you Sammi, you are very understanding."

"Good, I am pleased you think like that. You do understand why I insist on a landline conversation the first time?"

"Yes of course."

"In future it can be by mobile if you prefer?"

"That would be better, but would you consider using messenger instead?"

"If you wish, sure, that's up to you, but I rarely use it. Are you on there often?"

"Not that often, but I am right now, as it happens."

"Would you like me to log on?"

"Yes that would be great, thank you Sammi."

I logged on and clicked the phone off.

We chatted a little in writing. He confirmed that he would like to book a session on one of the next three Fridays.

"Would you like to see my cam before the session?" He suddenly asked.

Without thinking, I said that I would. I used to watch cams a bit, but gave it up and I hadn't seen one for ages.

The beard surprised me. Why? No idea. For some unfathomable reason, I imagined the feel of that on my breasts and thighs. Again why?

Stuart was wearing a dressing gown. I guessed that there would be little or nothing under it, why would there be? Isn't that why guys have cams, to find girls in front of whom they can get their kit off? Isn't that the reason? Isn't the idea to find women to watch them masturbate? Isn't it the plan to get the girl to masturbate as well? Wasn't cybering the name of this game? I knew that it was for I had been that girl several times.

I think it was me that suggested he should stand up. He did. I asked about his body shape. He said that the gown was hiding it. I agreed. There was a pregnant silence as I realised that my towel had loosened and had slipped down over my breasts. 

He broke it. "Shall I take it off I have nothing on under it?"

"Yes and that doesn't matter?" I said, trying to sound the professional, artistic photographer, but feeling anything but that as his gown slid off.

He discretely kept the cam above your waist. He looked good. He was slim and fit but not overly so. He had bodily hair, but again, not overly so. He had a nice physique, but one with normal impediments, one with the limitations that makes for more realistic erotic photography.

I suggested he turn round. As he did, he moved further away from the cam, thus showing more of his body. As if with a suggestive will of its own, my towel had now fallen open. 

He had a lovely bum, round and full with no signs of wrinkles, flabbiness or, worse, pimples or hair. He diplomatically stood with his back to me making it awkward to reach the keyboard. Several times, I almost saw his front, but not quite. Should I ask? Would he show me? Did he want to? Was that too much too soon?

I didn't know. 

Suddenly, he asked. "Shall I turn round?"

I hesitated

"To show my front?" He asked.

Again I hesitated and then mumurred. "Yes" my mouth dry and my lungs pumping a little. 

It was tense and exciting. It was like being on a date with neither party quite sure how far to go. "That is Stuart," I went on realising that I was cupping my breast and pinching my nippl. "If you want me to look at you."

Slowly he turned. Not to put too fine a point on it, he had a nice cock. Uncircumcised and quite thick, it was of average length, but, if a cock can be this, it looked interesting. And that was not due to the fact that is was visibly hardening.

But then, fuck it, my mother came home and I had to log off. Perhaps it was for the best, though, for my body was aflame with sexual sensations.

I masturbated for the second time that day.

The next morning I sat down, re-read his mail, thought about the cam session and replied.

Dear Stuart

I can make any of the next three Friday evenings, please choose which one. As you will have to travel from Yorkshire, which I guess is about three hours by train into Kings Cross then tube and DLR or, an hour or so by plane into City Airport, shall we say we start at 8.30? As I said, there is no need for a time limit, so I will ensure my availability all evening. Do you have somewhere you can stay or would you like me to book you a local hotel?

Thanks for showing me the cam today. It was good preparation for the shoot. You have a great body, it's photogenic, I am sure and I think the beard will look good on film. I am looking forward to seeing 'it' again real soon.

The bisexual comment, Stuart, was more to do with the viewer's appeal than anything else. I would hope my photos of you would appeal equally to men, as I know they will to women!

We haven't yet discussed what you will wear. I would suggest jeans and another pair of trousers, a couple of shirts, long sleeved and button all the way down the front, one white and the other in a dark colour. Oh, and a dressing gown, preferably silk and mid-calf in length. Maybe you could also bring a pair of shorts and swimming trunks, speedo type, tight and brief. I would suggest two pairs of boxers, tight one black the other white, Calvin Kline's preferably. If you have a leather jacket then please bring that and, of course the suit. Anything else you can think of or, would like me to photograph you in, please bring with you. Do you have lens as well as glasses?

You asked me an interesting question, which had not occurred to me until I read it. That also prompted some other thoughts in me. Having now thought quite deeply about it, Stuart, I think I can say your assumption in the pps may be wrong. That is, of course, if you would be comfortable and agreeable to me photographing you in various stages of my undress. 

What I was thinking, was that after I take a few shots of you, pretty much fully dressed, for say half an hour or so, during which time, hopefully you will relax, we would move onto something that will be completely new to me. That would be me modelling as well as you, in fact, me modelling with you, at the same time and taking shots of both of us using the delay timer on the camera.

How does that sound to you?

Please let me know ASAP when and what time you would wish me to book the studio?

Yrs, highly expectantly

Sammi

PS Enjoy the attached sequence of me undressing. I could do something along those lines for you.

I sent the mail knowing there would be no reply until Wednesday for it was New Year's day.

* I don't usually go out with a guy with the clear intention of fucking his brains out. But I did on New Year's Eve. I don't also usually go out wearing particularly sexy underwear. But I did that night. It felt well, right I suppose. And also, I don't usually go out with guys around my age. I prefer older men. Late 30s and early 40s are my faves; they have still got the go but also have the sexual guile, experience and patience that makes for fantastic screwing. 

But this New Years Eve I was with a twenty seven year old who had a great reputation for being sexually just like guys of his age should be: quick to recover and can fuck several times in an evening. Usually quantity isn't what I look for, preferring the quality of the fuck or fucks to their length or number. But this New Year, with my new 'profession' providing so much stimulation for me and Stuart's mails and the chat and cam show on messenger having aroused me so much, I was after sheer quantity. I wanted hard, raw dirty sex with Steve and I wanted as much of it as I could get. That really was unusual for me.

I was like a bitch on heat getting ready. I got even hotter slipping into the black thong and the low cut, totally see-through, black lacy bra. And when I slid the black, fishnet, seamed, hold-up stockings up my legs and pushed my feet into the strappy high heels and looked at myself in the mirror, I almost made myself cum! God what arrogance and vanity I thought, stroking one of my hardened nipples. Thinking back to Stuart and forward to being shagged by Steve later tonight made me shudder. Resisting masturbating for the third time that day was hard.

Steve liked the little black number I wore. It was a real dinner party dress, tight and low cut round my tits and above the knee but loose down below. I knew that I would show off quite a lot of what men like girls to show off; their tits and stocking tops!

I threw my overnight bag into his car, for I was staying at his place, which was just a short walk from where we were going to the dinner party. That had gone well. I didn't drink that much, for I find sex better when sober, it's easier then to stay awake. 

We left earlyish, around one. By quarter past, Steve was ooing and ahhing at my underwear as my dress fell in a pool round my feet. By half past, he had fucked me on the sofa.

We had a snack and a couple of drinks, watched some of the live Take That concert he'd recorded and after less than an hour he was at me again. This time he took my bra and panties off. As he bent me forward until I was nearly 90 degrees at the waist signalling for me to support myself with my hands on the table he said.

"I think we'll leave those sexy stockings right where they are."

It was almost an all night fuck. He had me from behind as I have just described then we went to bed and slept. And we had a nice, slow languid shag with loads of foreplay in the morning.

I got home, by cab at just after 11 on New Year's Day Morning and felt that I just had to write to Stuart. I was enjoying corresponding with him. He wrote quite well, though rather carelessly, for he frequently didn't use capitals to start sentences and he made numerous minor grammatical, spelling and composition errors, but who really cares. He got his points across well and in an appropriately descriptive manner.

Hello Stuart 

I hope you had a good New Year. I don't know when you will get the chance to read this, but I am writing it at mid-day on the first day of a new year.

I had a nice time on New Year's Eve, a quiet dinner party with friends in Islington, where I used to live. I stayed with a mate last night and just as I was going to bed, I thought of our potential session. I have had another idea that I thought I should share with you. Hopefully, you will be able to read this mail as simply a continuum of the one I wrote before going out last evening.

You know I have done many modelling sessions over the past year or so. During that time, I have gathered together a large wardrobe of outfits and masses of underwear; panties of all descriptions and colours, matching bras, basques, stockings and suspender belts et al.

My mate mentioned something about clothing and that triggered off a thought process. It goes like this.

As part of my photography cum sexual therapy services, maybe I should offer to bring some of my outfits with me. Then when I photograph you, I can change into what you ask me to wear. How does that sound? 

As I often do, I have now thought more about it. I had an hour's tube journey home to Essex this morning. I could also add on posing with my client and using the timer on the camera. Now doesn't that open up some possibilities?

Please try to answer this along with the other points I put in my last mail.

Thanks and again happy New Year

Your glamourgirlphotographer 'therapist'

Sammi.

Ps I have attached a couple of outfits as examples. Let me know what you think of them.

I sent it.

Hi Sammi,

Wow, you have been busy, on line and off it and it sounds like your New Years Eve was really nice, mine was very quiet, as usual.

I read both e-mails with intrepidation and excitement. After we had chatted before New Year, I had wondered what you thought. I had offered to show you my cam, but had never intended to show so much of myself. I was surprised how I had managed to disrobe and almost shocked that I had engaged in your polite request to see my front. You had been so professional and kind my confidence had increased massively.

Your comments about my bum had certainly affected me and the way you complimented me on 'my front view' had seriously turned me on. Suddenly, I was gripped with the notion that I wanted you to see my bum and cock, I was almost desperate to show you for real, the thoughts and language that were forming in my mind were almost lurid. I stopped myself; my mind was racing far too fast and far too far again. I think it was probably a good thing that your mum came home. I think I may well have shown myself up and done something ridiculous if we had carried on much further.

thanks for the examples of your modelling which are more than a little inspirational. i have studied them and find the prospect of the shoot even more exciting as a result. Thank you for explaining your idea of bisexual to me, i had never thought about being with another male before, but your suggestion has definitely aroused my curiosity, especially after the comments you made about my bum (thank you for those too). It has made me think about showing more of that part of me, I hope that doesn't offend you, but would you take a picture of that part of me in close up and in detail? I hope this request doesn't come across as too peculiar for you to contemplate. Your kind comments about my body have encouraged me enormously. 

Having now seen your topless picture I know that if you strip as you shoot I certainly will be carrying an erection, forgive me but your lovely frame has already induced that response. I would be delighted if you would do that and indeed the idea of you wearing your outfits as well, excites me. Would you be happy with us posing together? I am assuming it would just be standing and you would remain clad in your outfits or bra and panties.

I would love to be pictured stripping from wearing a business suit, if you would be okay with that? I will happily bring one with me if its ok. And you did say there was a shower at the studio, could I get cleaned up after the journey and before we start? 

As ever yours 

Stuart 

We had become quite good friends in writing. That was nice, it bode well for us meeting and the photographic session that we had pretty much organised. I felt as if I knew you. I was comfortable writing to you about hugely intimate topics and sending you revealing photos of me: something I rarely did to people I would be likely to meet in the flesh, as it were!

You had said you should be able to get to Docklands by about 8.30 and would have eaten on the way. I had booked you into a Travelodge, which was near to the studio in Docklands. The idea was for you to go straight there

I had given you some ideas on the clothing you might need, but had left the details up to you.

I had booked the studio and had said to Sandra I might be working into the night. Although she was away, she had told me someone would be checking on the place, so not to be worried if there was a caller. 

"So if you are going to get up to anything naughty Sammi, make sure you keep the door locked," she had said over the phone adding. "Oh and if the session goes on a bit and you want to crash, you can do that either, in the studio, as you know there's a nice big bed or, up in my flat, you know where the spare key is don't you?"

I always like to make sure all the details are attended to so, on the day before our scheduled meet, I sent you a confirming email.

Hi Stuart,

Hope you are well and are ready for tomorrow; I am so looking forward to it. Although I have been on both ends of the camera in a studio many times, I have never done anything quite like what we have planned. 

You asked about taking photos of your bum. Not only would I like to, I insist. That's not just because you have such nice one, rounded and full, yet pert and firm, but also because photogenically and erotically they are of immense importance. Also Stu, men's bums turn me on!

When I was modelling, I think mine was shot more times than any other part of me. In fact, when I go through the shots that the photographers have sent me, they always do that to help the model develop her portfolio, there are more from behind than from the front: not sure if I shouldn't be a little disappointed at that; I mean, what's wrong with my tits???

I have been putting my mind to some poses and, of course, will discuss them with you tomorrow. I thought you might like to mull them over on your way down. These are not necessarily in order, for you might wish to do the 'strip from your suits sequence' first.

Shot 12.1

Stuart facing away from camera just wearing tight, white boxers. Hands on hips, legs parted

Shot 12.2

Same pose, but boxers pulled down showing the start of the crease

Shot 12.3

Same pose, but one arm by side and top of boxers down level where the bum cheeks end.

Shot 12.4

Stuart bending forward, crease on show, the folds of his boxers hiding everything else.




Role Reversal



Shot 12.5

Shot of my hand pulling the boxers further down.

Shot 12.6

My hand, with very dark fingernails, resting on S's back, as if pushing him forward. He is almost at 90 degrees, the boxers are round his knees. The shot will show my hand and his opened cheeks in very close-up.

Shot 12.7

Stuart in same position, but legs wider apart. Camera angle will be between them so that the back of his scrotum and his c***, if flaccid will be in shot centre.

So yes, rest easy, Stuart, I have been thinking about your bum quite a bit, it features heavily in my shooting schedule, which I will be completing as you travel down tomorrow.

I'm pleased you like my ideas on me undressing with you and wearing various outfits, by the way it's your last chance to suggest any you would particularly like to see me in.

Of course we could pose together, I would like that.

As a general concept, and as part of my catalogue of services, I had envisaged staying partially clothed and yes standing. But Stuart, there are always exceptions to every rule. There were many exceptions when I was modelling, so I don't see the need for that to change.

Stripping from a business suit sounds great. We can do some, where you start of fully clothed and gradually strip. Also, I would like to experiment with just wearing the suit, being naked under that and me shooting lots of pics as you firstly become erect and then slowly disrobe.

There is a shower, but if you stay at the Travelodge you won't need it beforehand or after. Under the lights, though, it does get very warm and both of us might need it during the session. Would you like some shots of you in there?

Anyway S, I think that about covers everything so have a safe trip tomorrow

Luv

Sammi

*

"Well for a lot of the time he treats me like a cunt, so as a wedding present, I thought I would give him some pictures of my cunt."

That was the main gist of the telephone conversation I'd had with Susie, a bride-to-be who had contacted glamourgirlphotography.com.

She was very much 'the Essex girl' made good; a person I could identify with, for that was where I was born and now, once more, live. 

The county of Essex lies to the East of London, bordering on what is known as the' East End'. In years gone by that was a tough area dominated by London Docks, but like 'Docklands', as it's now called, much of it has been 'gentrified.' It now provides upscale living for the hordes of dealers and traders of derivatives, forex, equities and bonds working in the banks in Canary Wharf and in the City. Earning astronomical sums for, essentially, gambling, Essex has proved to be a fertile breeding ground for the 'cityboy yobs.' 

And of course, where's there's 'loads of money' there is always 'loads of crumpet' as girls are known in Essex or city boy speak; that is when girls are present, when not they are usually referred to as 'cunt.!' This 'Essex crumpet,' or cunt, has its own look, style, behaviour, dress code and way of speaking; basically, loud, flash, garish and don't give a fuck. Their clear ambition is to hook a cityboy earning two or three hundred grand and upwards and live the 'life of riley' in the Essex bars, restaurants, tanning, nail and beauty parlours and the upscale shops. Nice if you can get it, but to get it you have to put up with a cityboy, give me a snake anytime.

Susie had done her hooking and was due to be married in the South of France, naturally, with the honeymoon predictably in the Maldives.

She was twenty-eight, Carl her futures dealer was just thirty, they had just bought a million pound flat in Docklands. 

She was slightly overweight, but in an over-made-up-way, she was attractive. Her shoulder length, straightened hair had the obligatory highlight and on her ankle and lower back she had the inevitable tattoos; I was half expecting a pierced nipple as well. 

"How do you want to do this?" I had asked as we sipped a glass of wine after she had arrived at the studio in her skin tight, hugely expensive jeans, tucked into knee-length boots.

"How do ya mean luv?" She replied, lighting a cigarette.

"I'm sorry Susie, but there's a strict no smoking policy in the studio."

"Can't be that fucking strict, there's no one to impose it, is there ay?"

"Well actually I'm supposed to."

"Tell you what luv, let's call the fee two undred and forget about such stooped fucking rules shall we? Want one?"

It just wasn't worth arguing, but I refrained from accepting a cigarette, just.

"How would you like to pose, what would you like to wear"?

"Oh right."

That's when she told me that she wanted pictures of her cunt.

"Nothing else?"

"Nah, that's all Carl's interested in about me, my pussy, he can't get enough."

"You don't think he might like some of you in underwear?"

"Nope, 'e don't go in for all that bollocks, e's a get 'em off gal and let me get inya bloke."

"Ok, you're the boss, Susie. Would you like to undress, there's a changing room there." I pointed out. "There's a robe or two in there," I added as she walked across the room her, just slightly, oversized bum wobbling nicely in the tight jeans.

I was checking a few proofs on my pc when I heard.

"Ok luv, ow dya want me?"

Turning, I saw she was completely naked. Although, clearly a biggish girl, everything was in proportion. Wide shoulders, flared hips, ample-sized bum, full waist and great tits. The only impediment I could see was the excess flesh on her thighs, but I doubt cityboy minded that, there was plenty of other parts of Susie he could occupy himself with.

"Would you like to start now Susie?"

"Yep come on let's do it."

"Are you sure you don't want some other shots than your er um pussy?"

"Er, you could actually take a few of me bum, e loves that."

I smiled. "Of course, but then most men like looking at girls' bums don't they?"

"Yeah, but e likes doing a lot more than looking I can tell you, e can't get enough, I think he'd rather shag me there than where he should do, know what I mean?"

Anal wasn't something that I either, enjoyed or, from a woman's viewpoint, really understood; after all, we don't have a prostate or any other sensitive place up there do we? Still each to their own, I thought, looking Susie up and down.

"You do realise that the session is scheduled for an hour, don't you Susie?"

"Yep, so?"

"Well unless you want hundreds of shot of your bum and pussy, we won't take all that time."

"That's fine, just get me some good ones of both places and if that takes five, ten or twenty minutes I couldn't care less, only fucking gilt ennit."

So that's just what we did. 

I have to say that she turned out to be a good model. She did as she was told, followed my suggestions to the letter.

"Sit on the floor, with your back against the settee. Bring your knees up and open your legs."

"Rest your hand on your tummy, and let your fingertips just touch your pussy."

I was firstly kneeling, and then lying focusing the camera right on her open pussy taking very close up shots as well as longer distance.

"OK, on the bed, on your back, knees hanging over the side, thighs open."

"Bring your legs up so they press against your tits."

"Ok now let's get some of that lovely bum as well," I found myself saying. She didn't object.

"Put your legs at ninety degrees to your body. Keep them straight and hold them wide open."

"Lay on your front, keep your legs together and raise your tummy from the bed."

"Kneel on all fours."

"Stay kneeling, but rest your face on the bed, keeping your legs together."

"Now open your legs."

"Let's stop for a while Susie, I'll show you what we've got so far."

"Ok."

"Like a drink or a robe."

"Nah, I'm ok, you're used to seeing nude birds aren't you?"

"Yes I don't mind, I was thinking of you."

"Fuckin' ell," she exclaimed when I had downloaded the shots onto the PC and had brought them up on the plasma. 

It really was some sight to see a big plasma, time and again completely filled with a woman's cunt.

*

With Susie gone, I finished up the registering and filing of all of her stuff and was just leaving the studio when my laptop pinged indicating an email.

Dear Sammi,

Once again, I loved reading your ideas and thoughts on tomorrow's session. Yes they sound exactly what I was hoping for. And thank you for your comments about my bum, i hope it matches up in the flesh, but I think you will be seeing a lot of it! and to be honest i am very keen for you to see as much of it as you like. Your proposed schedule as you have produced it looks fabulous, by 12.5 I am afraid I was more than a little hard, the thought of your hand being so close. By 12.6 I thought I might have an accident! I love the idea of my bum cheeks open and I am so very turned on at the idea. Any hope that my cock will be flaccid at that stage I think is forlorn. I am also thrilled that it has the same effect on you, if your nipples harden tomorrow I think my erection will be guaranteed.

I am glad you like the suit idea and the plan of being naked beneath it sounds exciting too, maybe with a tie though. And yes, I love the idea of shots in the shower, water and soap cascading from my arms and back. Shower shots that I have seen always look fun and it would be good to do them. Do you have many of you taken in the bathroom? and anyway would it be a good time for a break while we both use the shower to cool down? Of course you will have privacy for showering, but I bet you look fantastic with water running from your body, especially from your tits, whch are, by the way, fabulous!!

Do you have any outfits in a gypsy or Victorian style, basques etc in reds and black? And a baby doll would also be nice, maybe in a very feminine colour like pink? And I really hope we can pose together, I would like that, I feel as if I already know you so well.

I will meet you as planned just after 9, with my stuff and we can take it from there. I am still nervous and I suspect by that time tomorrow will be quaking, but I am so very much looking forward to this.

Take care,

Stuart.

We had arranged to meet in a bar near to his hotel and not far from the studio.

As always when meeting a guy in a bar or restaurant I was purposefully 'fashionably' late. I had intended getting there around 9.10 but I got held up at the studio. For some reason, despite it working perfectly well with Susie, I couldn't make my memory stick or laptop work on Sandra's complicated IT system. I needed to though, for it had my shooting schedule on it. More importantly, we would need to use the system to view the shots I was pretty sure you would enjoy seeing yourself on two big screens at the same time. I know that the first time I saw myself like that I was blown away. Actually trying to show the shots on both plasmas at the same time turned out to be the problem. I got it worked out though and as a test, I had a peep at some of the shots of Susie and her very on show pussy. I wondered what Carl would say when he saw them.

After I got it working, I checked out the entire system with some shots of me in various stages of undress. "Mmmm yes," I thought, "maybe my tits aren't too bad." I knew I was putting on a little weight and some of it was going to them. "Be a c cup soon," I smiled looking at a close up shot in vivid colour of my breasts on two 52-inch screens.

Time-wise, I had had a bad day. I struggled with a paper I was writing for college that should have been completed prior to Christmas and had to be handed in on my return on the coming Monday. My mind just wasn't on the history of mime! I was so excited about our session and the way I was moving from being simply a model, to becoming a photographer, a model and photographer and now to those plus, almost, a sexual therapist, that I couldn't concentrate. I managed to get something roughly passable for school together by about four and then was able to concentrate on the evening with Stuart.

I completed the rough shooting schedule, checked the two Canons, one wide angle the other narrow for real close ups, and made sure the transfer from them to my laptop functioned properly. Everything seemed fine. It was just six, plenty of time.

Shall I shower first and get ready then select the outfits or, shall I choose those first and then get ready? A big question, quite a dilemma? 

It shouldn't have been and when I modelled it hadn't been, but I had become relaxed about posing. I had got used to baring my breasts, being naked, posing with open legs, touching myself and feigning, well most of the time I was feigning, self-induced orgasms. I had become accustomed to being alone with a stranger in a studio and relaxed about showing him all I had, every little nook and cranny of me. Feeling aroused, slightly fancying the man and hearing him ask about extras no longer fazed me. Even doing some extras no longer worried me, well not much. But thinking about this new venture, the different services, you and your requirements, what we had discussed in our mails and just what might happen in the studio, made me feel just like I did that first time I was getting ready to go to a gig where I had to flash my tits. In fact, this was giving me even more extreme feelings,

There were two things I always did when getting ready for a modelling session. I didn't wear any underwear for a few hours before it; that way there would be no unsightly bra or panty elastic marks, and I masturbated as near to the start of the session as I could. That helped reduce the arousal potential. It also meant unless I really fancied the guy I would be able to keep my feelings under control and resist any suggestions of extras. Additionally, it also helped me resist cumming too soon, something I am always prone to with a new lover.

I got all my stuff together first. That was quite exciting; I love the feel and touch of my sexy underwear. It get's me going to think of men in general and Stuart in particular seeing me in them. It was nearing seven.

Then I undressed completely. I stood naked my panties round my ankles. I looked in the mirror and imagined it was his eyes on me. What am I thinking, I asked myself, surely I won't be like this with Stuart, will I?

Standing, looking in the mirror, leaning back against the door, I masturbated. Quite a quick one, but satisfying. Strong enough that it would give me the resolve not to get too aroused if I saw him becoming erect. God I'm going mad I thought as I got out of the shower. It was 8.15. Time is getting tight, I shouldn't have had that wank, but, hey, I did, so there.

Jeans and a top I thought. Just about right, not too come on. More like a professional photographer. I slid into the jeans, no panties of course and went to pull the pink sweater over my head. No, stop. I wanted to be sexier, show more, and let you see more, so I changed. It was 8.40.

I went to the studio in my MINI and unloaded all my stuff. I buggered around with that fucking IT equipment that didn't want to work, consistently. It was 9.15. I fluffed up my hair, checked my make-up and put on my leather coat. I walked to the bar and opened the door.

We saw each other immediately. At first, we were like strangers, but then we are strangers I thought as we shook hands. Shook hands for Christ's sake. Shaking hands after seeing you naked, talking about all the stuff we have. I put my hand on your shoulder and kissed you on the cheek.

"Hello Stuart, lovely to meet you."

"Hello Sam, you as well, shall we sit over there?" You asked pointing to a table in a quiet corner of the dark bar.

"Yes why not?" I said as you sat down. I was standing with my back to the rest of the bar as I undid the leather coat. "I think we have time for one drink," I said as I removed the coat "After all we have a lot to see and do tonight, don't we Stuart?"

Your eyes were like the proverbial organ stops as you murmured.

"Yes Sammi."

It was awkward at first, but then that's not unusual when I meet a client model for the first time. Usually, they have never posed intimately before and naturally, they are nervous. It soon passes though and it wasn't long before we were chatting away quite nicely. We talked about your trip, the hotel and numerous other topics, but avoided the coming session, I thought smiling to myself at the double entendre.

"I see you have brought some stuff with you Stuart," I said nodding at the bag on the floor. "Your costumes?" I added smiling.

"Yes," you smiled back, "Pretty much what you suggested."

"And this is the suit?" I asked reaching out and running my finger and thumb along the lapel of the three-buttoned suit. It was nice material, thin and smooth.

"Yes, is that ok?"

"Yes it's very nice, blue is it?"

"Yes navy."

I looked you right in the eye as I found myself saying, unnecessarily really. "That should come out well on film with you naked beneath it."

You stammered something I couldn't quite make out.

"You ready then Stu?" I asked. "Shall we go?"

"Oh yes, let's, thanks, how far is it?" You garbled. Your nerves clearly returning, big time

I had walked out of the bar, acutely conscious of your eyes on my bum. I may even have emphasized my wiggle, for you. Or was that for the gazes of the couple at the bar and a few other chancers in the room staring at my tits and legs, as well? Why do I do it? Why was I doing this? 

I never know. I get these mad moments when I want to "flash my bits". Not completely, not like mooning or lifting my skirt with no panties underneath. No, nothing like that. Just showing a little too much leg, or a rather too obvious a flash of nipple, that sort of thing. 

And of course posing. 

In some ways, I suppose, being a glamour model and posing for amateur photographic clubs is the ultimate in being an exhibitionist, isn't it? I mean, laying on a studio floor, naked, apart from perhaps a suspender belt and stockings, legs spread, touching yourself and feigning (?) an orgasm as a dozen, letchy old sods snap away at you, is just about as exhibitionistic as a girl can be, isn't it?

I kidded myself that I did the posing purely for money. To an extent that was true, but not entirely. I had other mates at college, as equally pretty as me, who also needed money. They didn't do it, although some had been asked. Presumably, they didn't have the sort of exhibitionist need that had lain dormant in me all those years that was being fanned aflame by my modelling. 

I suppose, in some ways, that's what attracted Stuart to me; I saw that need in him as well!

This new venture had, though, taken most of the opportunity for indulging myself away from me. The idea of posing with him was maybe another reason I was attracted to him, well apart from his bum that is!

Also, having now moved back home to live with my mum after she and dad spilt up a month or so ago, another cost saving action, my sex-life was restricted somewhat so I needed another buzz. Extending my photography the way I planned, might just do that.

Photographing others as well as posing is largely about creating the right atmosphere and scene. I knew that with Stuart, with the uncertainty and conflicts he had, that was doubly important and particularly challenging. I had to relax him, give him confidence and develop a working relationship with him. One based on trust. He had to trust me and have the confidence that, whatever happened, I would not embarrass him or make him feel foolish or inadequate. At the same time I had to be in control, he wanted and needed to be led, I was sure, maybe there was a submissiveness in him that needed a touch of a modest dominatrix, a role I had often fancied, but then I had also fancied being a sub too, so what the hell did I know?

I realised that I also had to thrill and excite him. After all that was what this was all about wasn't it?




Role Reversal



That's why I had started it from when we met. From the moment, I undid my leather coat. From when I showed him I was wearing a denim micro skirt with brass buttons up the front. From when he saw so much of my tanned legs and he noticed very quickly that I was naked under that, see-through pink top.

I was sending him a message, creating an atmosphere. Telling him clearly what the meeting was about; showing what was on the agenda. Letting him know that I was prepared to show and silently asking 'Are you?'

It was only a short walk to the studio. The roads around that part of Docklands are quite quiet. We hardly spoke. I think now that the moment was almost nigh we were both getting nervous. That seemed to increase as I let us into the studio.

"Well here it is Stuart," I said standing in the middle and pointing round the room. "The backdrops, the lights, the cameras, the IT stuff, the plasmas." I moved to an alcove in the L-shaped room and pointed. "And here is the bed." 

We both stared at the double bed. It seemed to be symbolic of something. I was keenly aware of what that was and I thought he probably was as well. Men and women fuck on beds don't they? And from almost the first exchange of mails, certainly ever since he had shown me his cam, us fucking had been a mute, slightly implied, never mentioned, but probably integral part of our increasingly lurid correspondence. Would he fuck me on that bed, I wondered?

I had heard the cliché, 'the atmosphere was electric' applied to many situations. But never before had I felt anything like this. Not when I first stripped to be photographed, not when I first did open leg, not when I first made myself cum in front of a group and not when I first posed with another model. Not even in my non-modelling life, when I lost my virginity, when I shagged my first older man, a lecturer at uni, or when I first had fumbling sex with another girl.

You really could, as the other cliché goes, have cut the atmosphere with a knife.

Although Stuart was my first one-to-one session with a man, and that seemed such a major stage in my new photographic career, that meant nothing compared to what he must have been feeling. To be fulfilling this long-held, but only recently acknowledged need, of exhibiting himself, of exposing himself being photographed, to be revealing his nakedness to a female and, probably, to be hardening in front of her, in front of me, must have meant so much, but must also have been so challenging to him.

From my experiences, I knew that it was important to get started quickly. When nervous, when breaking new ground, when pushing down barriers, delay just added to the trepidation.

"Shall we start Stuart?"

"What now, right away?"

"Yes, of course," I said fussing around with fitting everything up and setting up the lights.

"Where do I to get ready?"

"You're not really changing are you Stuart, just undressing? So why don't we start shooting like that?"

"What, how?" you stammered, obviously confused and very surprised.

"You wanted a strip sequence from your suit so why don't I watch you undress and take whatever shots I think are right." I said quietly. "You know, casual, unposed and spontaneous, forget about me and forget about the camera" I went on switching some smooth jazz on the sound system.

"Really," he stammered.

"Yes Stuart, really."

I didn't take many as he undid his tie and took his jacket off; I just looked at him through the camera, getting used to him and letting him get to know the camera, he was doing that very well. I shot a few, some in close-up, as his fumbling fingers undid the buttons on the blue, slightly creased, which added interest to the shots, shirt.

"Ok you're doing great. Can you do the shirt up again, let me get a few more and then undo the buttons very slowly. Take your time with everything."

Stuart did as I asked and was much slower as he undid all the buttons. He was clearly nervous as he removed his shirt, but then so was I as I watched. I almost forgot to shoot at times and, when I did, they were poorly formulated poses. As I remembered from seeing him on cam, he had a nice physique. His chest was fairly hairy, which personally I like, the muscles on his arms were well defined and he had small boobs, with, for a man, quite prominent nipples. There may have been a few unnecessary pounds round his waist, for there was a slight excess bulging over his waistband, but overall he had a good body.

"Mmmm nice Stuart, hold it like that." Click, click, click.

"Half-turn away from me." Click, click click.

"Now turn your back on me," more clicks. "Look over your shoulder at me, hold your hands together by your dick," I said, purposefully introducing some sexual terms. "Now, slowly turn towards me holding it with both hands." Loads of clicks.

It was going well. I was putting down some fine shots, particularly for so early in the session.

"OK Stuart? I asked, fiddling with the lights and plugging that camera into the pc and downloading the shots I had taken so far.

"Yes great thanks?" He replied standing close to me just in his suit trousers and socks and shoes.

"Would you like some wine or I have some vodka."

"Wine would be great."

"Red or white?"

"I prefer red but it doesn't really matter."

I did the drinks acutely aware of his eyes on me and equally acutely aware of the very obvious bulges in my pink top from my hardened nipples. I really should have worn a bra I thought. 

"Why don't we lose the shoes and socks Stu, not very sexy poses taking those off? He did that and stood there barefoot and topless.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I am sure, well as sure as I ever will be."

"Then let's go for it Stuart, let's lose the trousers. Slowly undo your zip for me."

I smiled and bent forward putting the camera to my eye as the front of my top gaped a bit. I knew full well that he would have a great view of my tits down the front of the sweater. I enjoyed that.

I could see his fingers were shaking as he fumbled with the zip. Mine were as well as I zoomed in on him pulling the tag down. I knelt down, my legs slightly parted, to frame a better shot. I was level with his evident bulge as the trousers slid down. He had done as we had discussed and not worn pants.

'Oh fuck,' I thought when he turned away. 'He's bottling it.'

I ripped off a series of shots of his bare arse thinking that might be all I would get. But then, he amazed me. Instead of, as I had feared, walking away, he stood there, just a few feet from where I was kneeling. Slowly, but really quite athletically, he bent forward; his legs wide open, but straight, he reached down and took hold of his right ankle with both hands.

"Shit," I muttered gazing at the awesome sight in front of me. " He's creating 12.7 on the shooting schedule." I realised then that Stuart was a natural model.

I fired away with shot after shot. I seemed to be able to see the pose I wanted and what part of him I wanted to capture, so easily. It was as if some major force outside my control or influence was driving me. And all the time he was with me. We worked in almost perfect unison; we were forging a partnership, reacting and responding to each other. He seemed to know what I wanted him to do, almost before I asked it. It was a great feeling, both sexually and professionally.

I stood up and moved around shooting from different angles and distances. His whole bent form, just from the bum downwards, just the bum, close-up, longer distance, from one side so one cheek created a shadow in his crease and then straight on. I increased the light and focused a bell-lamp right into his crease. He was a great model, he hardly moved.

"Yes, yes Stuart," I grunted using typical photographerspeak, but unlike most, I was meaning it. "That's great, it's amazing, your bum looks fabulous."

I was sitting on the floor shooting upwards. I had forgotten all decorum, it didn't seem to matter or have a purpose. My skirt was round my crotch. I was showing all, for I wasn't wearing panties. I glanced at my nipples. I do not have large ones, but when swollen with lust they are quite pronounced. And they were very, very pronounced as I stared at his pose.

It was THE pose. It was THE shot, the ultimate shot. The shot that reaked of heterosexuality, but hinted of bi or homosexuality. The pose that would make women wet their knickers, as I realised I would have been, had I been wearing them, and men strain in their pants.

"God Stuart that is fantastic." I murmured looking in my viewfinder. I saw the outline of both cheeks, the brightly lit, deep crease between them, the puckered, brownish skin around his hole, the patch of skin between that and the wonderful sight of his dangling scrotum.

I hadn't expected to get that shot until well into the session. To get it after merely five minutes was so gratifying.

But what was the effect on him? Was he comfortable, worried, concerned or excited? We hadn't spoken all this time. Was the situation disturbing him, making him feel guilt or remorse?

I knelt again. The tightness of the denim micro meant that as I raised myself up, that didn't slide down over my hips. My lightly trimmed pubis would be uncovered and I knew the lips of my pussy would be glistening and, of course, my nipples would be pulsating through the pink top. 

I suppose I should have pulled the skirt down, covered myself, hid my most womanly place. Maybe I should have, but I didn't. I wanted to share this momentous occasion with Stuart, be part of his awakening to the joys, pleasures and sheer unadulterated excitement of exhibiting his body to the ever-watchful lens of the camera.

Pointing the camera at him, but holding it down beneath my breasts I whispered, huskily.

"Stuart, do you want to turn round for me now?"

Despite my posing, despite providing extras for the punters, despite my lesbian fling with Stephanie and my two-year affair with DD, the forty two year-old married lecturer I had seduced at uni, I don't think, I had ever been in such an erotic situation. As Stuart turned, it was as if he was presenting his erection to me and my camera. Just as he had presented the cheeks of his bum, the crease between them, his anal hole and dangling scrotum to me and my camera. There certainly was three in this relationship and, without doubt, it was an awesome threesome; Stuart, me and the Canon! We were all sharing the erection just as we had shared those other such intimate parts of his body.

The feelings that roared through me as I met his eyes, as I gazed at his gorgeously, swollen erection were enormous. So powerful, but made more so when I saw him looking at where my skirt was bunched round my hips. As he stared at my hardened nipples, my trimmed pubis and swollen, pink, glistening lips, the sensations were like nothing I had felt before. We were taking erotica, sex and sexuality to a plane I didn't even know existed, let alone had experienced. It was beyond oral, beyond caressing, beyond, even, fucking.

I was photographing on auto-pilot. My body was arranging the shots not my mind. I was shooting from my cunt not my brain. And of course, it was his unabashed rampantness and the wonderful look on his face that was the focus of the shots. The juxtapositioning of the glazed look in his eyes with the superhardness of his swollen cock, was certainly making for magnificent photos.

Almost as if from afar, I heard him saying. "What do you want me to do now Sammi?

I needed more. He wanted more. We had to have more, all three of us.

I was so awfully aroused. But not to be shagged. That act almost seemed irrelevant to what we were creating. We had gone beyond that. Penetration was not for now; maybe later. But until we explored fully the phenomena of what we were doing having an, almost certain, quick, fumbling and, probably due to it being the first time slightly unsatisfactory, fuck was not the answer. 

Me showing myself to him, though, was part of the answer, I felt. My entire being told me that. It stressed that exposing ourselves to each other us was required, no was crucial. It screamed loudly that my bared breasts, my exposed belly and my gaping cunt were the next critical and absolutely essential stages in this incredible dance of adventurous passion and erotic exploration.

I stood up. Neither of us spoke. Somehow, we were communicating with our bodies, our nakedness and the obvious signs of our individual and collective arousal.

With my skirt bunched round my waist, I quickly slipped the top off, showing him my breasts and pounding nipples. As good as naked, I looked at him. His eyes showed pleasure and admiration for my body, just as mine were showing excitement and understanding for his. In most settings when a girl strips naked with a man it is a prelude to them screwing. In this setting it was a prelude to us going well beyond that.

We looked at each other, admiringly, pleasurably and wonderingly. Where were we going? What would we do? I remembered he had asked me a question and felt I should reply.

"Lay on your back on the floor, open your legs slightly and gently rest your fingers on that gorgeous cock, Stuart."

"Oh yes Sammi, yes," he said, so wonderfully enthusiastic and keen to please me.

He looked good, I had posed him well. I took a few shots from different angles moving around but circling closer and closer. Stuart's eyes never left the camera and me for a second. He was an excellent model. 

I gradually got nearer and nearer to him, all the time shooting away taking shot after shot of his hand that was slowly moving up and down the length of his erection.

"Stroke it for me," I said on one occasion shooting up his body from where I was kneeling by his feet.

"Grip it as if you were about to wank," I said croakingly as I lay beside him taking a close up of just his hand holding his cock as he slowly pumped it.

I edged closer, shooting all the time. I was standing, my feet were touching his as I took some downward shots.

"Close your legs and your eyes, Stuart," I whispered, taking a small step forward so that my right ankle was just touching his left one. Still shooting I eased my way further forward, my feet either side of his body. 

Further and further, now bending at the waist, now opening my legs wider. I moved up more, more, nearer and nearer to him, nearer and nearer to his cock. It had become a magnet for me, It was no longer his cock, but ours, all three of us owned that cock.

I was shooting downwards, down my body, but capturing my knees in the shots. We were sharing the photos, we were combining, and we were becoming one. Then I was straddling him, with my feet either side of his chest, my knees bent, my thighs parted, my tits dangling and my pussy gaping I croaked.

"Open your eyes Stuart; you can look at me now."

Exhibitionists revel in being admired. We get off on the approval of others. In my new role as a fully paid up member of the extreme exhibitionist party, I needed that, after all why flash if you get no feedback? The feedback, the admiration and the approval I saw in his eyes as he looked up at me, more than satisfied my exhibitionistic needs. 

But then of course, my micro skirt was bunched round my hips, I wasn't wearing panties and my lower body was no more than a meter from his face. That meant that when he opened his eyes, his gaze would have only one place to focus upon, one view to take in, one scene to review, my cunt. My exposed, open wet and aching cunt.

"Oh God Sammi, that's beautiful," he groaned so very obviously staring at it.

"You like that?"

"Yes it's beautiful," he said ticking all the right boxes for my exhibitionistic needs, but inevitably, I suppose going too far. 

He reached out and ran his hand up my thigh nearly reaching my wetness. I didn't want that. This was different. It wasn't typical, normal run of the mill sex. I didn't want him groping me. I didn't want to touch him, well not yet at least. Maybe another time when we had forged this new style sexual relationship, we could fondle and caress each other and maybe then have traditional sex. But not now, not yet, not at this session.

*

I hadn't meant to have sex with him. Hadn't meant to, but had realised there was the possibility. That possibility, I had come to understand, always exists between a model and the photographer. After all, being naked, simulating sexual delights in a studio with just one other person and a camera is so intimate that it is not surprising if there is some physical attraction between the couple. It had happened before when posing for strangers, so the likelihood of it happening with Stuart was, I felt, quite high. So far, I hadn't been wrong

However, I had imagined completing the shoot first, possibly even waiting until the second or third shoot. It hadn't entered my head that it could be so soon. Not once had I imagined myself being fully naked with him after less than thirty minutes. Never had I thought I would be straddling his erect cock, taking shots of him holding and rubbing it so soon into the session. And, of course, my conjecturing had not extended to Stuart staring at my soaking wet pussy less than an hour after we had met.

That is what he and I were doing, though. And it was lovely, he was lovely his cock and his gaze were lovely and the feelings in my breasts and clit were lovely. And it would have been lovely to go further, To fondle and suck each other. Lovely, but inappropriate at that moment. 

It was not the time for touching; we had not reached that sort of physical level yet. I was not ready to receive him into my body. We were still exploring and extending our sexually emotional levels. We were on a sort of spiritual plane where we were adventuring with our minds. The use of our hands on the other's body seemed, almost tacky, I suppose. And for sure, we were not yet attuned to having a fuck.

I moved away, taking my pussy from his reach and his gaze.

I leaned over and pressed my fingertips against his lips.

"Not now, Stuart," I whispered. 

"No, why?" He said clearly so disappointed. "You didn't like it?"

I sat down beside him.

"I loved it Stuart, but it's not time for that. Not yet."

Stuart sat up and leaned back against a chair. His cock was still splendidly hard and fully erect, soaring up his, almost, flat belly. He looked awesome and incredibly fuckable.

"What then, more photos?"

"No."

"Why not, why no?"

"I can't now."

"When then?"

"Soon Stuart, soon," I whispered slightly moving my position. His eyes went to my legs.

"Of us Sammi, will you take some of us?"

"Yes, yes I will Stuart, I promise," I panted as I wiggled my bottom on the floor. I was so worked up, so excited, so aroused and so keen to take this further. He was still holding his cock, occasionally gently stroking it. 

"So now Sammi. What?"

I looked right into his eyes. I flickered my gaze down to where he was stroking himself and then back to his eyes. I eased myself slightly onto my left side, my left knee pointing directly at his face. I held his gaze as slowly and softly I said.

"This Stuart." As I raised my right leg, parting my thighs and showing him the fullness of the blood engorged lips of my vagina. 

"I want us to cum without touching each other and without touching ourselves. "Do you think you can cum Stuart just by looking at my cunt?"

"Er, I don't know Sammi, I've never tried?"

"Stay right there," I said getting up and walking over to the desk. I set the camera and pc onto download and fiddled around with the controls. The plasmas lit up. I set the controls to medium speed film show and the folders to Stuart 1, 2 and 3, Susie 1 and Sammi 'portfolio' that was the folder of shots I sent out to prospective clients. I dimmed the lights and hit the stereo that I had forgotten about earlier. Enigma filled the room with their weird, sexually biased Gregorian type chanting. 




Role Reversal



In the dim light, with the plasma flickering into life and the evocative music filling the room I walked back to where Stuart was sitting on the floor. I stood beside him, one foot pressing against the side of his chest.

"Take my skirt off Stuart," I said rather sternly.

"Yes Sammi," he replied, reaching up and touching my leg.

"Just the skirt, no touching."

He fumbled around finding the brass buttons and fiddling them through the worn buttonholes on the front of the denim skirt. At last, he got them undone and slid the tiny garment from me.

"Oh Sammi, you're fantastic," he groaned, once more reaching out to touch me.

"No Stuart, this is special, sex without penetration or physical contact. I want us to cum like that."

As my skirt fell to the floor, I stepped out of it and pressed the start button on the remote control. A shot of him lying on his back, his fingers touching his cock filled the screen. It was followed by a close-up of Susie's lips.

"Who's that is it you?" He gasped his eyes staring at the massive picture of a 'woman's glory."

"It doesn't matter." I replied leaving it unsaid as to whose pussy was dominating the screens, but probably letting him think it was mine.

I lay beside him, and then moved so we were opposite each other staring at each other's glorious nudity. We could both see the screens. Shot after shot of Stuart, me and Susie's pussy slowly faded on and then off the screen as we listened to the mystical music. 

All of our senses were being stimulated: the sound of the music, the sight of each other and the images on the plasmas, the musky smell of my sexual juices and his precum and the feel of our bare skin against the floor and the chairs. 

We were staring at each other and then looking at ourselves and Susie on the screens. We didn't speak, words were superfluous. All that was relevant was us, our bodies; Stuart's cock and balls, my tits and cunt. 

"Can we do it Stuart?" 

"I don't know," he replied. "I might need some help. How about you."

"I can do it, I am sure I can make myself cum without penetration or being touched or touching myself," I replied honestly.

I really do believe that women, particularly, have the emotional power to induce an orgasm by the power of their erotic thinking. I was not so sure about men.

I could certainly feel it building up in me, the tingling, the little shock-waves of sensation, the slight shudders and the fullness in my breasts. The heat and the sensations, a bit like pins and needles, were oozing from my clit, through my tummy, up my chest, into my breasts to fill and sensitise my nipples that I feared might burst.

"It's happening, Stuart," I moaned. "I'm starting."

"I can feel it but I need more." He replied.

I realised that he wouldn't be able to achieve what I could, men can't, men don't have the powers, the controls or the feelings we do, poor souls.

"Come and kneel here," I told him nodding at the floor near me.

He looked so masculine, so rampant, beautiful even and very, very available.

"I'm sorry Sammi."

I smiled at him. "There's no need to say sorry, it's fine."

"Thanks Sammi; what do you want me to do now?"

I suddenly had this strong urge to feel it. I wanted his cock. Not in me, not yet, but I wanted to touch it, hold it and stroke it.

"Straddle me Stuart; kneel across me, across my waist."

I was lying on my back my shoulders propped up against a sofa that was used as a prop. Stuart did as I asked. His awesome cock was just inches from my face. It was rearing, rampantly up his, almost, flat, slightly hairy stomach. The bulbous head was glistening, presumably with his precum. I almost gave in. I nearly lost my resistance, I almost said. 'Put it in me, get your cock up me, slip it in my cunt and fuck me' but I didn't.

"May I kiss you or touch you Sammi?"

"No, not now, not yet."

"Ok." 

"But I will you Stuart; you need some help don't you?" I asked looking from his erection to his eyes.

"Yes Sammi, sorry."

"Never mind," I said thickly reaching out.

I ran the back of my fingernails from the base of his cock to the tip, then back again. I turned my fingers round and repeated that movement, but with my fingertips.

"Nice, Stuart?" I asked as even more sensations flooded my body. His cock did feel good.

"Oh yes. Wonderful, please let me touch you Sammi."

"I said no," I replied sharply.

"Sorry."

I took it in my hand, gripping it gently. It was so hard and warm. I took it in both hands. I could feel the throbbing from that ridge running up the back. Holding it was even better than stroking it. I pumped it a few times. He responded by thrusting back, gently and slowly. He was starting to fuck my hand and that was lovely.

My body was aflame with the sensations searing through every sinew. I was on fire, everywhere. I was shuddering and tingling, almost convulsing. I was doing it, it was happening. I was making myself cum without any penetration or other stimulation, other than the cock I was holding in my hands.

"I'm cumming Stuart," I moaned lifting my bottom off the floor.

"Oh yes Sammi."

"You're making me cum without touching me, or fucking me, and it's awesome." 

It was hard to breath. My eyes were closed, my mouth was open, I was gasping, moaning, grunting and groaning as I thrust my pussy against nothing other than an imaginary cock that was now starting to fuck me. But it wasn't Stuart's cock, for I was holding that. I was caressing it, adoring it and loving it as I slowly and very deliberately, somehow, fucked his cock with the surrogate cunt I was forming with my hands. I could feel he was near.

"Oh Sammi I am cumming," he moaned.

"Yes Stuart I know, so am I?"

"What do I do?"

"What do you mean?"

"I want to cum, I need to."

"Then cum Stuart"

"Where Sammi? Where can I cum?"

"Anywhere Stu, you can cum anywhere."

"Oh God, on you, can I cum on you?."

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Do you want to cum on my tits? On my face?" I asked feeling the extreme straining in his cock.

"Yes," he croaked.

"On my tummy?"

"Yes."

"On my bum Stuart, do you want to cum there?" I asked slowing my strokes of his cock, but making them longer. He thrust himself deep into and out of my hands.

"Oh yes, anywhere Sammi."

As my orgasm simply exploded, I rubbed his cock harder. I lifted myself up a little. I offered my chest to him and then watched as stream after stream of cum shot from his cock and splattered on my tits and face.

I had done it. I had made myself cum with no stimulation other than my mind and eyes.



Role Reversal



My wife and I have found that we enjoy role reversal. Before I married my wife I had a decision to make. I found that I liked anal play but I have never done anything with another man before. I have been curious though so I decided I would buy some anal toys and dildo's. I quickly learned that I liked it but I also found it was difficult to get started so the work of it took some of the pleasure out of it. So my decision to make was to tell her about my toys and my curiosity or throw them away and forget about it. I decided I would tell her and see what happened. She took it better than I thought and found she was open to it. So we slowly started our experiments.

Everyday life took over and our play time dwindled. I would just solo play every once in awhile. Plus, being a beginner we never really got used to it and didn't learn. Then I finally got to solo play more often and learned things that I liked and worked to bigger toys. One day my wife was working on the computer and I was wanting to play so I went in the bed room and got the strap on and I started playing with it. I sat down on it and got myself loosened up really good and walked around the corner to show her. She looked up and it didn't really catch her eye but I finally brought the attention to it. Well that did it. She left her work and we started our play time. I connected the dildo to the straps and put it on her. She got in a good rhythm and I got a good pounding that I was looking for. After a good time we both had climaxed and worn out we laid on the bed just catching our breathes. I told her that was a great feeling. 

We are trying to make time to continue our play but with work and other things. I want to work my way up to my bigger toy. I have got to the point where I didn't have to drink anything to get my courage up as well. That is a major feat as well. I can't wait till our next play time. I still want to try the real thing as well. She supports me in that and says she wants to watch. We lay in bed talking about me sucking and getting fucked my another man. It really turns me on talking about it. As I have always told her I am not attracted to men themselves just seeing cocks is what I am attracted to. I just wonder what it would taste like and how it would feel in my mouth and taste and how it would feel to sliding in and out of my ass. I know when and if I get the chance it will be a covered cock but I imagine it has to feel better than a toy. I ask her how does it taste and how does it feel when I cum in her. That is the feeling I want to feel and I want to try the taste as well.

We have also talked about her finding a girlfriend to play with. We both want to watch one another enjoying the same sex pleasure. My worry is that I don't know if I would be able to perform in front of her worried that how she might think I was enjoying it to much. Or things happen that she didn't think. I have thought about kissing but I don't think I would initiate it but if the other does I don't think I would not stop him. I guess it would just depend on how it feels at time. I know I would love to see my wife making out with another woman. We both have agreed we would just watch the other, but do talk about us joining in but we know that's just fantasy talk.

We talk about how we would find and get to know the people since we live in a small town and we know we would have to adventure out of our community. I know I want to get to know the person I would play with before I would play with just for my security and my wives as well. I don't want a nut case on our hands. I keep teasing my wife because a while back I think she had a potential when we went to a bar. A nice looking red head that we started talking to. My wife finally told me that she thought I was wanting her as well. Well if I would have been allowed I would have done her as well. I was just wanting to see my wife with this red head. Maybe one day we will find that red head. 

If that ever happens I will tell you that story.



Role Reversal



You will be disappointed if you want sex right away. This story has a long build and a conflicted main character -- it's meant to be more than a quickie. Marriage is a serious thing, and playing along its edges has consequences that should require serious thought. I think you'll like the ending though -- I would.

C. 

*

Nerves. Looking around the room, she took a big sip of wine. Her bedroom. Her husband's bedroom. Candles burning in half a dozen places cast a shadowy amber glow. She drank more wine, sucking it down fast, for once not noticing its taste. The house was empty and silent except for the sounds coming from the bathroom, male sounds, sounds of a man consciously being polite while peeing. She had heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He was sitting, she was sure, taking care not to splash. A good thing, she thought. It showed concern for the moment, and she was glad for that. Although the man was not a stranger, this evening had shown her there was a lot she didn't know about him. Or herself.

She wondered, nearly out load, pacing, "This isn't me. What the fuck am I doing?" She thought about what led up to this moment, wondered if it was too late for her to back out, to return to normal. Everything about this evening was a departure, a fantasy being played out. While they'd played out his fantasies before, he'd always led her through them. She had thoroughly enjoyed the others, which had taken her to sexual heights she'd never imagined. Of all her lovers, she'd married the best, and 20 years of marriage had only improved the sex. It often left her drained, exhausted, and entirely sated by a series of orgasms. But this was the first time his fantasy had moved beyond the idea of monogamy. And on top of that, although it was his fantasy, this time she was the lead actor in an improvisational play. This time, the fantasy was of her with another man. 

Adultery did not seem to fit them. No one who knew them would expect either the husband or the wife to have any sexual relationship outside their marriage, although both had lovers before it. Neither the husband nor the wife had any real thoughts of greener pastures. Their marriage was the central fact of their lives. But the power of fantasy depends on how far it takes us beyond our day to day. For the husband, the thought of his wife with another man was powerful indeed. On top of that, his wife's utter faithfulness left him with no worries that his fantasy of an adulterous tryst would damage their marriage.

The wife was less certain. The idea left her both excited and discomfited, although she liked how it amped up her husband. That the idea aroused him didn't really surprise her. From the beginning, he'd liked to hear her tell of her other lovers, although it was an effort for her to tell those stories. She would go into detail only when they were most intimate, and after a considerable amount of wine. 

During one such recent moment he'd said, "God, I love hearing about you fucking other guys."

"Why do you think that's so hot?"

"I guess it's that it makes you seem sexier. Most women I've been with have been uncertain. They just go where they're led, like they're afraid to act sexually. I'm sure it's got to do with their upbringing. But the first time we were together, you started playing with my cock. No girl ever did that before without me guiding them. You have a carnal side. Most women want to call it "making love." You like to fuck. You like to be told what to do, and you just do it. Most men would kill for a woman like you. And it's an ego boost. You've had other guys, yet you're with me."

"I love you. I haven't wanted anyone else since we got together."

"Me either, really. But it goes beyond love to some level that's just sexual, kind of animal. That's one of my favorite things about you. I think about watching you fuck another guy, or having you come home and tell me about it." 

"Really? It wouldn't make you insane?"

"It might. But, God, it would make me horny. One side of the equation would be different, so you wouldn't fuck him the way you do me. What the differences would be fascinates me. I'd love to know what you did with him and not me, or what he might do with you that's new. Don't you think it would be hot to watch me with another woman? To see how I acted with someone else?"

"It would be hot, but it would drive me insane." She dragged her fingernails across his thigh as she said this.

"That might be a fun kind of insane. God, if you were with someone else, I'd want to fuck you so hard afterward. I'd want to hurt you with my cock."

"I'd like that part," she said. "It would be like I deserved it."

He went on. "It would be just as hot if you only sucked his cock. You are so good at that. Nobody has ever sucked my cock like you do. You could control any guy. I think I'd like that even better, for you to make some horny bastard into jelly." 

"I don't know if I could do that. Controlling somebody? I love sucking your cock. I get so wet, and it's hot when you cum in my mouth. You get really hard right before, it just makes me melt. But a big part of what I like about it is pleasing you. That wouldn't be the same with someone else. Apart from everything else, I'd feel like I was using him."

"Yeah, like any guy would object to being used like that. And you would be pleasing me, in an abstract way. One of the things I love about us is how you'll try things because I want to, how you let me fuck you how and when I want to. That power just, oh my God, it makes my cock hard. Knowing that you would be with another guy only because I wanted it might be the biggest turn-on of my life. While it was happening, I'd be like a bull penned up away from the heifers. I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else. I'd pace around with a stiff cock until I got to bury it in you. Fuck, I would be so turned on." 

That conversation had ended with him driving his cock into her very wet pussy with the greatest intensity he'd ever displayed. His orgasm had seemed to last for minutes. He'd replayed that conversation a number of times in the next few months, going into depth and constructing a scenario where she spent a long time teasing and controlling a faceless man before giving him release with her mouth. She didn't discourage him -- A hard man is good to find. And in truth, she was turned on by the fantasy too. But she couldn't see herself betraying their marriage, and even if she could get past that, she didn't know anyone to play it out with. Strangers were dangerous. And friends, well, she wasn't attracted to any of their friends, and in any event, the potential complications were huge. 

Some time after their initial conversation, her husband resolved the problem of who the man might be. At first, she turned down his solution. But to her surprise, that was more because she wasn't comfortable playing a role than because she didn't like the idea of sex with the man he suggested. She knew the man, and found him attractive. But adultery? Even as a fantasy it disturbed her. How do you set aside the basic tenet of your life to have sex with someone other than your spouse? Her husband talked through the scene again and again, often whispering to her while they lay together. She became more comfortable with it, to the point where she would have to admit it excited her viscerally. But four decades of life provides a lot of training in how to subdue the visceral. However, one night, after a lot of wine, the joy she knew would find in giving her husband what he wanted combined with the prospect of a hard punishment fuck later to overcome her doubts. She acceded to playing out his fantasy.

*********

They'd met for dinner at a Thai restaurant. She wore a skirt and a simple blouse that accented her breasts. He greeted her enthusiastically. "You look beautiful tonight. Wow! That blouse looks great on you." 

His compliment embarrassed her nearly as much as it pleased her. Most of the times they'd met before, he had not commented on her looks. But tonight, both of them knew why they were meeting. It had all been arranged and the ground rules set up. Her day had been dominated by a hanging sexual energy that left her bouncing between arousal and guilt and anger and even foolishness for considering such a risk. 

Sensing her mood, he immediately tried to put her at ease by acknowledging the elephant. "Listen, this could be really awkward. Let's just take it slow and get comfortable. It's important you're okay with this. We don't have to follow through with the whole thing tonight. Or ever."

She was grateful for that, and said, "Thank you."

He smiled, and said, "Drinks with dinner?"

"God, yes."

They ended up chatting like old friends. They ordered drinks, shared their dinners. She felt herself warming to the adventure. After their meals they had another drink at the bar -- she a margarita and he a draft beer. He was funny, and she liked him, and she tried to put the rest out of her head, tried not to think about her husband. Perhaps helped by the alcohol, she did find him attractive, and found her mind drifting toward sex. But her husband kept popping into her head, and she'd trade the thread of the present for that of the conversation with her husband when she'd agreed to this tryst. 

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They had been in bed. He'd been kissing her neck and her breasts, and rubbing and pinching her ass while she toyed with his cock and nipples, occasionally taking him into her mouth and sucking him until he was close to cumming. They'd been playing a long time -- an hour or more, and her cock play had put him again in the mood to talk again about her with the man her husband had mentioned before. 

"I tell you, the way to do it is to set it up so he knows right from the start that you're the boss. Tell him that if he does anything you don't want, it's over....oh, oh." She was biting his nipple as he talked. "Shit. Do that sort of thing to him. Drive him crazy. Don't let him touch you. You could totally control him with the promise of making him cum. I know you could with me."

"Could I now?"

"Well, up to the point where I just rolled you over and fucked you, because you couldn't stop me if you wanted to. But most guys wouldn't do that. That's a hot edge to play on, don't you think?"

Her reply was to devour his cock and make him cum deep in her throat while she made the small moans of pleasure which she knew just took him further around the bend.

When their breathing returned to normal, she'd said, "Yeah. It is a hot edge. Okay."

---------------------

"...okay?" she heard. Again, "Hey, you okay?" He date was asking, having noticed her distraction.

"Um, yeah, I just got thinking about how I got talked into this."

"Uh oh. Having second thoughts?"

"Let's have another drink, shall we?"

They ordered more drinks, and talked of people they'd known, places they'd been, things they'd done -- in fifteen minutes they were back to being a middle aged couple on a date, hanging out and laughing. They ordered another round, and nearing the end of that, she realized that she was having a good time, as her husband had predicted, and that she was ready to move to the next level. Looking straight into his eyes, she said, "Yeah, let's go." 

They took his pickup back to her house. It was an older model with a bench seat. He had opened the driver's door and helped her in, leaving her the option of sitting close to him or on the far side of the truck. She sat close to him, put her hand on his leg, and ran her hand along the denim. 

"Put your arm around me," she said, and when he did she leaned up against his chest and rubbed it. He was a big man, clearly a physical man. She felt secure in his strength, which helped to quiet the butterflies she still felt.

She said, "I want to do this, but I might have a hard time getting started. Promise that you'll help me through it?" She wasn't quite sure what that meant, except she had to know he understood her position, that he not take her for granted.

"Of course I will. I know the rules, and I want us both to have a good time."

She felt slightly reassured, but there was still a level on which she felt she didn't know this man as well as she thought. Like her, he was here to pursue the idea of sex with someone other than his spouse. That was both a turn on -- clearly, he wanted her -- and mark against him for wanting to betray his marriage. 

At the house, she led him into the kitchen, a bright place after the dim restaurant and the dusky drive home. She liked his blue eyes in this light. Still nervous, she suggested wine. Wine had helped to get her into this position, perhaps it could help her though it. He took a chardonnay from the refrigerator, wrapped the bottle in a towel, and presented it to her like a sommelier. "Madame?"

She'd laughed. "You're supposed to present that to the man."

"Sexist."

"More like a traditionalist."

"Then I'd better get this open fast before you expand that thinking."

He uncorked the bottle and filled the glasses she had produced. He held his glass up, looking at her, obviously churning up a toast. 

"To new things and old traditions."

She echoed him, and sipped, thinking, "This is ratcheting up. Whenever something changes, we get closer to a point of no return." She didn't know where that point was. Geography played a small role. The restaurant was very safe -- she could have shaken his hand after dinner, and they each would have gone home. The kitchen was edgier, but still safe enough - she could simply be entertaining a guest. But once they left the kitchen, the expectations would increase by an order of magnitude. She had been nervous enough meeting him in the restaurant, not at all being sure how to act. Dinner and drinks had calmed her, put the ramifications of the main act into a compartment in her mind that she could almost ignore. But thinking about it now, even in the relative safety of the kitchen, made her realize that they had taken several steps closer to adultry. Her nerves hit again. The wine glass shook in her hand. She put it down on the island. 

She was almost ready to call it off. He saw her hand shaking. He was good at this, seeming to know what she was thinking. He said, "We haven't crossed any line yet. We don't have to do this. I don't want this if you don't." 

He'd said the exact right thing. Anything else, any hint of aggressiveness, or worse, of making light of the circumstance, and she'd have asked him to stop. But there was genuine concern in his voice, respect for their relative positions, and that calmed her. She began to think about pleasing him, about pleasing her husband, and how that would in the end please her. Telling her husband how she had felt at the evening's crux points would make him hard, and she knew that would he would take her brutally. Rough sex excited her, and even at this moment, when she had done nothing more than lay her head on the man's chest, she felt that she had given her husband some right to simply take her, to hold her down and fuck her with his hands on her throat. She cleared her head and breathed deeply. Looking into his eyes she said, "Let's go upstairs."

Taking his hand, she led him from the kitchen. In the foyer and on the stairs to the second floor where her bedroom was, she stopped to point out to him elements she especially liked about the artwork on the wall, small things that mattered to her. She wanted to see his reaction, wanted to know him better from it. He listened, echoed and amplified her comments, easing her worries. They drank from the wine glasses in their hands, and made their way slowly up the stairs then down the hall to her bedroom. 

She had cleaned the room and made the bed with fresh sheets and placed candles around it before leaving, and now she lit the candles and turned off the light. The candle flames matched her mood, punctuating the darkness, lighting the room while at the same time creating deep shadows that were difficult to see into. 

"You look beautiful," he said. "Your hair in this light looks almost red." He reached out to touch it, but she caught his hand. 

"You know the rules. You don't get to touch me." 

Nodding, he said, "Yes, I know the rules." 

"That was right," she thought. It was good that he wanted to touch her. What woman doesn't want to be touched by a man? But it was also good, better even, that he stopped this minor advance when told. 

She kissed him then, rewarding him, softly taking his lips between hers, gently engaging his tongue in play. She kissed his neck, his ears, oh, how she loved when her husband did that to her, and to be doing it to this man in her bedroom, my God, that caused her to melt. When she broke it off, he excused himself. 

"I'm sorry, but with the beer..." 

"Go ahead," she said. When he had gone into the bathroom, her nerves hit yet again. This was when she had found herself thinking, "Fuck. This isn't me. What am I doing?" 

He had said, "We haven't crossed any lines yet." That was right still, she felt, although they had come achingly close to one while kissing. And maybe there were multiple lines, each a small incursion into faithfulness. Deep kissing -- Really, that was a line. Since she'd married her husband, she'd no more than pecked the cheek of another man. But she'd flirted with other men after a few drinks at parties. For some, that would be a line. She'd hugged men, enjoying the feel of her breasts against their chests. Surely, that was a line, or at least approaching one. 

Soon, there would be no more rationalizing, no using social customs to blur the location of a line that was almost physical. Black or white. On or off. With that thought in her mind, she breathed in deeply, felt light-headed for a second. Where was that line, the ultimate line that defined her as a faithful, loving wife? She was very close to it. Her husband might not put it in the same place that she would -- his line would be beyond hers. But hers was the one that mattered here and now. Certainly, the idea that her husband wanted her to do this softened the line, but in the end, she was the one who set her own limits.

Would it be when he was naked and she first saw his cock, stiff and wanting her? Would she have to touch him, caress a nipple or an ass cheek? Or did it only exist at his cock, before she touched it with what? Her hand? Or her mouth? Or her pussy? Did different parts of her body stake out different lines? Was there a difference between those lines? Could she bring her body so close to his cock that they could each feel the other's heat, and yet not cross a line without an instant's contact? Of did physical contact not matter in this age of birth control? Faithfulness used to mean a lot more when every fuck risked a child. Today, was the issue only of emotion? Was fucking another okay as long as she didn't love him? That was a twist. Her mother would have said that fucking a man was okay only if she loved him.

She wanted to go ahead. The man was sexy, just about what she would have called her ideal, and despite her doubts, her nipples were pebbles and she felt a beginning moistness. But she wanted also to run away, to distance herself from the line and keep normal from changing. She liked normal. Normal was dependable. It didn't bear the possibility of upending her life. The next day, she couldn't say exactly why she continued on. She even considered leaving, but then realized it was ridiculous to leave her own bedroom, her own ground. Yes, it was her ground. She owned this place. That thought steadied her, allowed her thoughts to rise above her battling emotions. 

She greeted him with a deep kiss as he re-entered the bedroom. 

Breaking the kiss, she whispered to him, "This might sound weird, but I'm doing this for my husband because I love him. I've never done anything like this before."




Role Reversal



After weeks of Natalie and I taking turns sucking and fucking each other off, we decided that it was time in insert some cock into our fun and games. Not that we were bored of each other, quite the opposite in fact. We would still sneak off to the office bathroom and stroke each other's pussies through our satin panties until they were soaked with our wetness. The thought of Natalie's panties dripping with her pussy juice as she typed away at her desk filled my mind with devious thoughts and by the time we got back to my place the sex was so good that we both came over and over again. But the idea of Natalie's super tight cunt filled with cock and cum was something that I couldn't get out of my mind.

Lucky for me, she felt the same way.

Coming up with the idea was easy, finding the cock we would treat to our tasty deserts was another story. Neither of us would let the other fuck some douchebag. But it didn't take long for us to find a worthy fuck toy.

Like every office, we have an office cunt. Her name is Diane and she one of those bitches who would rather put everyone else down than do a good job herself. That morning I had overheard her talking about how she had a date that night with John, the tall, dark and handsome sales rep that every girl in the office lusted after. When I told Natalie about it, we both smiled. We would get satisfied many ways that night - fucking over the office bitch and giving John's cock a treat he would never forget.

When he came into the office that afternoon, I watched as Diane flirted with him like a little high school slut. As John made the rounds of the office, my eyes were drawn to the front of his pants. He made his way to the bathroom and it was time for me to make our plans for the night.

Timing it just right, I was at the drinking fountain when John came out of the bathroom. "Can I borrow you for a sec?" I asked coyly. 

Leading him quickly around the corner, I made sure the hall was empty and then pulled him into the supply closet. He fumbled a bit so I put my hand over his mouth. "Shhh," I whispered. Pulling a note from my cleavage that I'd jotted down just for him, I put my hand to his chest. Sliding it down the front of his shirt to his waist, I tucked it into the front of his pants. "If you know what's good for you," I smirked.

~ XXX ~

That night after work, Natalie and I broke from our routine of taking turns sliding our tongues into one another's pink. Sipping on a drink, I could see that the anticipation was killing her. "Are you sure he will come?" she asked. "Yes. And yes," I replied. She giggled.

To kill the time as we waited for our fuck toy to arrive, I asked Natalie what her deepest fantasies were. Her dirty little mind made it easy to come up with a devious little plan for John and was right on the money with the note I'd given him earlier. 

Then promptly at 7 o'clock, there was a knock at the door.

John stood there in the same suit he'd worn to work. He tried to speak but I interrupted. "You read the note obviously." He nodded. "Then shut the fuck up." 

Natalie gave me a shocked look but John didn't utter a word. "Why don't you go to the bedroom Nat. I'll be there in a second. Oh, and be naked." 

I smiled. Her not knowing how this night would go made my pussy tingle.

Once Natalie left, I led John by the hand to the living room. I walked to the kitchen and could feel his eyes working up my legs and to my ass as it rocked back and forth. Grabbing a chair from the kitchen table and setting it in the middle of the room, I commanded him to sit.

I stood in front of him and began unbuttoning my blouse, revealing my black bra and heaving cleavage.

"Now John," I began. "If you break one of my rules, I'm sending you right out that door. Do you understand?" He nodded. 

Unzipping the back of my dress, I pulled it down over my hips and stood there before him in just my bra, panties and nylons. Putting a foot on his knee, I slowly rolled one of my nylons down my tan leg and over my painted toes. Moving behind our seated sex toy, I pulled his arms back and tied his wrists together with my nylons. "Not one word," I whispered in his ear.

I new that the anticipation of what was going on in the living room was driving Natalie crazy so I moved quickly. Unhooking my bra, I took it off and covered John's eyes with it. "Be right back," I teased, pulling off my other nylon and dropping it next to the chair.

Making my way to the bedroom, Natalie was pacing the room, her naked figure pacing back and forth. We'd fucked each other every way possible and still the sight of her body got my pussy wet. I left the door wide open.

"So what's up?" she asked. "Just lay down please," I replied in the softest and most sensual voice I could muster.

Natalie rolled onto my white sheets. Her full breasts falling a bit to the side and her pink nipples anticipating what would come next. Sliding up and along her body, my tits caressed her legs. Stealing soft kisses up her inner thigh, my mouth moved up towards her tight pussy. Teasing her with my mouth, I kissed all around her outer lips. Her head tilted back and she moaned. 

"What about John?" she asked.

"Fuck John," was all I needed to reply.

Taking one long lick up her pussy lips, I savored Natalie's scent. Pushing my lips against her, I began French kissing her cunt. My tongue moved inside of her and she moaned again. 

"Yeah, fuck John," she whispered. 

With slow licks and soft kisses, I pushed hard against Natalie's dripping wetness. I loved how wet her pussy got from oral sex and wanted nothing more than to suck out all of her juices. Kissing her harder and spreading her outer labia with my fingers, I drove my tongue inside of her then went to work massaging her clit. Her moaning became louder and louder. I thought of poor John, tied up in the chair, his cock throbbing and hard, listening to me devour Natalie. 

I knew his underwear and suit pants would be soaked with pre-cum. The thought drove me wild, fucking Natalie with my mouth until she erupted in an orgasm that had her toes curling and inner thighs squeezing the breathe out of me.

~ XXX ~

Leading Natalie by the hand into the living room, John didn't disappoint me. His eyes were still covered by my bra and a wet spot spread across the front of his pants. 

"Looks like our boy could use some relief," I laughed. I had so many naughty things running through my mind about what to do with John, but Natalie caught me by surprise.

"Turn around," she commanded me. Her voice was forceful, like I'd never heard it before. I had no choice but to turn my back to her. The next thing I knew, she had picked up my nylon from the floor and secured my wrists with it. "Now sit." She pushed me towards the couch and I fell onto it then righted myself, sitting on my hands.

I barely recognized Natalie. Yes, she still had the same long hair that fell down to her soft and round tits. She still had those dimples above her ass that made fucking her doggystyle with a strap on such a pleasure. She even had the same pussy juices from just moments before running down the inside of her thigh. But the look in her eyes was different.

Without a word, she dropped to her knees in front of John and unzipped his pants. Sliding her hand inside, she pulled out his glistening cock. She could barely fit her small hand around his shaft, her fingertips barely touching. He was long and hard and throbbed between her fingers. His cock curved up, every so slightly and I could feel it pushing against that spot inside me that made me cum quickly.

It was the most perfect piece of meat I'd ever seen and in and instant, it disappeared in Natalie's mouth. The way she sucked him off was something I had never seen before. Her full lips slide down the entire shaft, covering him with her saliva and as she pulled away a line of it spread from his cock head to her

pouty lips. 

"This as hard as you can get?" she demanded. John just whimpered, following my instructions to a T. She held the base of his shaft and slapped her face with his cock. "How you gonna fuck her with this little cock?" I could not believe that this was Natalie! And if that cock was small I'd like to see the men she's fucked!

Putting her lips around his cockhead, she worked in shallow strokes, keeping her mouth tight around him. Her hand pumped up and down on his shaft and then in an instant, she took him all the way down. Bobbing her head with his huge cock inside her throat, she fucked him with her face and would not stop. Her spit was everywhere, sliding from her chin, dripping down his balls. It was the most ferocious cock sucking I'd ever seen. I had no idea how John was holding out from painting the inside of her throat with cum and just as he tilted his head back, Natalie stopped. 

"You're not allowed to cum until I say so," she commanded. Taking John's soaking wet cock in one hand she slammed it against his leg and stood up then looked me dead in the eye. "Neither are you." ]

My pussy juices ran like a river.

~ XXX ~

After untying John, Natalie led him by the cock over to the couch. My bra had fallen a bit from his face and his eyes were like nothing I'd ever seen. I could tell that all he wanted to do was shoot a load of hot cum across the room. Once over to me, Natalie let go of his dripping wet dick long enough to pull me

onto the arm of the couch and spread my legs wide open. Pulling my panties to the side with one hand and grabbing John's shaft once again, she led his cockhead into me. He was huge. Even with both of us soaking wet, I could still feel him stretching my pussy lips. He throbbed inside of me and I cried out.

The poor guy hadn't even had a chance to take his suit pants off and they were soaked through. I couldn't imagine what my pussy juices would do to them, if Natalie even let me cum. 

John just stood there, his dick pulsing inside of me. He looked at me like he had no idea what to do and I could only return the same look. Natalie walked away from us, her tight little ass teasing. Picking up my drink, she finished it on one gulp and taking an ice cube in her mouth.

Walking back over to us and standing next to me so that her pussy was right beside my face, she bent down and began working her mouth over my nipple. The sensation was too much and my hips pushed into John, taking the full length of him inside of me. I cried out in pleasure mixed with pain. Taking the ice cube from her mouth, Natalie looked at me. "You want him to fuck you?"

"Uh huh," was the only sound I could make.

"You want that big, hard cock soaking with my saliva to split your cunt wide open?" she asked again. I bit my lip and nodded.

"You gonna let him fuck you like a dirty little whore and abuse that cunt?"

"Yes. Please!" I begged.

She looked at John. "Fuck her."

What happened next was a blur. In an instant John grabbed my hips and drove his dick hard and fast inside of me. I swear I started cumming right then and there but I can't be sure. Natalie stood over me, one leg up on the couch and two fingers furiously working inside of her pussy. Each time John pushed all the way into me, my entire body shuddered. My nipples were hard, still cold from the ice. Natalie's

tits shook as she began to rub her clit. John grunted like an animal. I moaned and squealed. My nails dug into the couch. My toes curled. John's cock grew inside of me until I felt like I was going to be ripped apart.

I remember hearing Natalie say "cum" and my body exploded. John pulled out from inside of me and shot rope after rope of warm cum all over me. He covered my face, my tits, my stomach and my trembling legs. Natalie tilted her head back and gushed. Her pussy squirting its sticky sweetness all over my face. My entire body tingled. From my curled toes, up along my cum covered legs and deep into my throbbing cunt.

I was half conscious but could feel Natalie's mouth moving over me. She licked John's cum from my nipples, then from the rest of my breasts. Moving down my stomach and along my legs, she removed every trace of his cumshot from me. Then kissing and licking up my inner thigh, she made her way to my pussy. Pulling my panties once again to the side, she sucked on my pussy and moved her tongue

between my still pulsating lips. She was on a mission to taste every last drop of John's cum from my body.

As I rolled over onto the couch, I passed out. I'm not sure if I was dreaming or not, but I remember hearing John and Natalie fucking and her abusing him with her naughty mouth and mind. John, the good fuck toy that he was, never said a word.



Role Reversal



I opened my front door to find that the expected smell of baking was completely absent. Before I had time to consider this anomaly, the sound of crunching feet on the drive caused me to turn to see Samantha, my wife of ten years and mother of my two kids, walking up the drive towards me. The fact that there was no aromatic sign of her usual Saturday afternoon activity told me that she had been absent from the house for some time. "Where have you been," I asked.

"Over at Howard and Elise's," she said.

All of my muscles involuntarily tensed. Howard and Elise were our oldest friends and our only real friends. They lived at the opposite end of the village. It was Howard and I who were friends first, playing rugby together, first at college and later in an amateur team. He and Elise bought a big old house in the village and we purchased one on a new exclusive development a couple of years later. Howard now managed a bank and he also had family money behind him. For some eight years we had socialised at least once a fortnight throughout the year and every week in summer. Our kids were now friends too - his twin boys at seven years old slotted neatly between my girl and boy. The reason for my unease was that I had just come from spending three very pleasant hours locked between Elise's hot thighs.

The affair had been going on for the previous six months but before that I was no stranger to infidelity. I was faithful for the first two years of our marriage, in fact I was into Samantha's knickers at every possible opportunity but then Callie was born and Sam seemed to metamorphose overnight from being mistress of my dreams into just a mother. So I took my pleasure elsewhere. I work in sales and have always spent an average of two nights away on the road so there was always plenty of opportunity. I was condemned by employment to spend lonesome nights away from home but I could see no good reason why I should actually be lonely. It was the ultimate male life - plenty of the other with no risk then returning to my loving wife, family and the pleasures of comfortable village life. Of course I loved Samantha too - sex with those other women had nothing to do with that. 

In case you don't know there are always females available for the travelling man and I don't mean out and out hookers. The deal for the woman is attractive; they get a very good meal and evening out on the guy's expenses (booked down as entertainment). For all this they pay the tariff pleasurably on their back - I think it is called a symbiotic relationship. Most stay for breakfast but some have to hurry back to the arms of unsuspecting husbands. In gentlemanly manner, I escort these particular conquests out of the hotel to get them past security who are always on the watch for professional ladies who invariably leave as soon as they have turned a trick. In truth for a number of years I lived my sex life outside the home. I felt no burning desire for Samantha anymore and only engaged in carnality to avert suspicion - even it was a quick kiss and squeeze of her tits, probe with a couple of fingers for a minute or two then whip it in. 

Samantha and I are very close in age with her being only eight months my junior. Howard is almost two years older than me but Elise is five years younger. At their wedding when I met Elise for the first, I knew straight away that she was not the faithful type - her eyes were far too bold. She was then and still is lean as a greyhound with firm, up thrusting, right in your eye tits. Elise maintains her figure by working out in a gym once week but poor old Howard has tended to pile on the pounds over the years. 

I got other indications to Elise's possible promiscuous inclinations when we were out as a foursome. Men look at all females but where most women glance away, Elise always looks right back. After some of these incidents I have seen men following us around for ages but cannot claim to have ever seen Elise speaking to one.

Almost as soon as we joined our friends in the village, I knew that it was there for me if I wanted it.

Elise had lots of little tricks like putting her foot up on a chair near where I was sitting, giving me plenty of time to notice the narrow strip of satin covering her twat - and after every such action she would give me a long challenging stare. Often we two were left alone in the garden while the other two prepared some food (Howard and Sam always handled the catering requirements as a team no matter whose house we were at). This very sexy woman would always take advantage of our privacy by doing something intimate like removing her bikini top to look for some imagined blemish or simply throwing me the sun oil with the request that I should do her back. Of course I wanted it, there were times I dare not stand for fear of revealing my state of excitement, but she was my best pal's wife - it was not the done thing. It was also far too close to home.

Elise worked as a rep for a cosmetic firm. One night, 200 miles away from the village, I walked into the hotel bar and as usual looked round to see what might be available to warm my bed. Elise was sitting at the bar. Perhaps it was the fact that we were on neutral territory but within half an hour of me joining her we were in my bed and going at it like knives. I don't think that we stopped screwing all night - she was voracious. 

The following Sunday, Samantha and I with the kids were at her large house for the usual barbecue but the weather had let us down. My wife had taken all four children to the swimming bath leaving Elise and I in the kitchen talking to Howard who was the path outside the window in a light drizzle, trying to fix the engine of his motor mower. Suddenly Elise ducked under the breakfast bar that we were leaning on while watching her husband work. The next thing I knew she was giving me a blow-job. So there was me saying "Yes Howie, No Howie" to my friend's questions while his wife sucked my cock with all the power of a vacuum cleaner. It was more than a little fortunate that the mower engine burst into life at the opportune moment to cover my cry as Elise began to swallow the reward for her efforts. It seemed the inhibition about home ground had gone completely.

The next week when I was the host we were even more daring but this time there was the benefit of some forward planning. Howard was busy with the barbecue; he considered himself the charcoal cooking aficionado and always took charge of this function. Samantha was safely occupied playing rounders with the kids and Elise had earlier set up the action by going to lie down on the spare bed with a pretended migraine. I announced loudly that I was going to take a shower, ran upstairs to the bathroom, stripped and, leaving the shower running, walked to join Elise with a bath towel wrapped round me. She hadn't waited. Meeting me on the landing she bustled me into the marital bedroom. I was too far gone to argue so I spread the towel on the bottom of the bed. Elise bunched her skirt around her waist and lay back on the towel with her legs spread - she was not wearing any pants but did put some on afterwards. It was of necessity short - but very, very sweet. Any guilt I had about this desecration I assuaged by arguing that on a bed was not the same as in it.

A short time later, eating drinking and chatting in the company of our respective spouses, I got a real kick out of the fact that Elise was sitting there with my cum inside her and neither of them knew. I had actually congratulated myself a bit too soon. As Howard and his wife got up to leave, Sam called out, "Oh dear Elise, you seem to have sat in something - there's a big wet patch on the back of your skirt." This fright must have brought us to our senses a bit because we took no more risks. After that we met every other Saturday and hired a room for the afternoon in village pub some miles away. We both had built in alibis because it was my regular golf afternoon and Elise had been going to her gym on Saturdays for years. It was caution that made me spend alternate Saturdays actually playing the game. This was because Samantha frequently accompanied me to evening functions in the club house and I couldn't risk someone coming up to ask, "What have you been doing with yourself Pete, old son - you haven't been around here for ages.

It was a sweet set up and there had not been even the slightest diminution in the passion that Elise and I shared. The affair could in theory go on for years but something was most definitely wrong and I had the uncomfortable feeling that it all might be coming to a rather untidy end. I did not like anything that broke the pattern and for Samantha to abandon her cherished baking then take herself to visit Howard was more than unusual. Most ominous was her failure to automatically give a reason for going.

I waited until we had eaten and were sitting with drinks in our hands before asking as casually as I could, "So what were you doing over there then?"

Samantha gave me a long cool look and said, "Well for most of the time I was in bed with Howard.

I kind of froze inside. This was not in the script. Samantha was the domestic goddess, earth mother concerned only with homemaking, nurture and PTA matters - I was the one who played around. This had got to be a wind up so I asked in a joking voice, "And what exactly what were you doing in bed with old Howard?"

"Fucking," she said bluntly.

"Why - for God's sake?"

Samantha took a long sip of her drink and then told me in a matter of fact voice," I had just started setting out my things for baking when Howard came to the door and he looked dreadfully upset. He asked me where you were and I told him that you were on the golf course as usual. Then he asked if I knew where Elise was and I said, 'I thought she went shopping and then to the gym on Saturdays.'

Then he said, "Well I'll tell you where they both are - they're screwing each others brains out at the Black Bull in Cobham." I didn't believe him. I'm not a fool Peter, I know that you have hardly been faithful to me over the years but I didn't think that you would do it with Elise - I mean isn't there a rather disgusting saying that ends with the word 'doorstep'? She's your best friends wife!"

Samantha paused to take another long pull at her glass and went on, "Howard said, 'I'll show you.' We got in his car, drove to Cobham and there sure enough were your car and hers in the car park. He explained that he had been suspicious for a while and had started monitoring her mileage on a Saturday. That told him that she was doing a twenty mile round trip which was not enough to get to town and back. So he drew a ten mile radius circle on the map and earlier today he started working round the villages that fell on or near the line. He hit the jackpot on only the second village. Howard says that he knew she was cheating but not who it was with and the fact that it turned out to be you is killing him. We went on to his house and going to bed was partly to console him but mainly because I was very angry and wanted to get my own back."

I could either defend myself or attack. There was no defence so I asked sarcastically, "And did you enjoy it?"

"Yes I did," she said defiantly but then added, "In a way. It was very pleasant and rather exciting doing is with a different body - but Howard is not a very good lover and his penis is even smaller than yours." 

I thought that I had deflected the onslaught and smiled complacently but Samantha then asked quietly, "Is that why you screw other women Peter, because they are different, because they are not me?" 

What could I say so I just shrugged. "Well I warn you, stay well away from Howard. He is still very angry, far worse than me and I think you know that I am not exactly pleased." This threat did not bother me because, although Howard it two inches taller and at least forty pounds heavier, I am far fitter and I reckoned I could take him. "He wants your head," Samantha said, but then she grinned maliciously and added, "- though it is not actually your head that he would like to cut off. 

I suddenly picked up on what she had said a few sentences before. "What do you mean 'his penis is even smaller than mine - my dick isn't small," I said indignantly.

"Maybe but you can hardly call it big - all I know is that next time I am going to find a man with a cock that is bigger than either you or Howard."

"What do you mean 'Next time'?" I snarled.

"Simply that I enjoyed doing it with Howard despite his limitations and I am going to start going it a lot. I don't mean with Howard again but I do intend to sleep with lots of men. I enjoy being married to you and living here so I don't want that to change. That means that I won't be divorcing you although I'm sure I can find lots of grounds - what you do is up to you. I suddenly understand why you have behaved the way you have over the years and from now on I am going to start doing it too. I think it's called an open marriage."

I could not stand the thought and think that I muttered 'No' several times. I was in an untenable position. With no alternative but to give ground, I gritted my teeth and made the offer, "OK, I can see that you need to get revenge so go with a few men until you have evened the score but then please let us go back to how we were. I promise that I will never cheat on you again."

"That's fair," Samantha said as if considering the prospect. "You add up all the different women you have fucked since we were married and when I have screwed the same number of men I'll stop."

The horror of it caused me to sink myself. "That's impossible," I said. "I can't bear the thought of you doing it with so many - it's indecent."

"So now we know," she said.

I had to say something so I changed tack and tried to put her on the spot by asking scathingly, "And where exactly are you going to go to pick up all these men?"

"I don't have to go anywhere Peter. Have you thought how many men call at the house all the time, the milk man, the post man, meter readers, charity collectors, double glazing salesmen, the paper boy and even the bin men. That's just during the day and then I have the nights when you are not at home. My single limitation is that I only want to shag well hung men."

"What is this sudden preoccupation with big cocks?" I asked bemused.

"It's something that has been in my mind for years." she explained. The second guy that I ever did it with was very big. He was also very inexperienced and he hurt me rather a lot - so with all the others including you, I made sure that they only had equipment that I could cope with."

"Wait a minute, wait a fucking minute," I interrupted. "I thought you told me before the marriage that you had only had one lover before me - where have all these others come from? You've lied to me from the start." 

"No girl likes to broadcast her previous experience especially to the man she is going to marry but I did not actually lie to you. I only did have one lover, by my definition that is a relationship lasting several months. I only did it once with the first two and I think there were four others I went with no more than half a dozen times each."

I could accept that because it was really a very modest tally. "So you only went with men who had modest sized pricks," I prompted to get her back on track. I have to say that it did not do my morale much good to realise on what criteria I had been chosen.

"Since we have been married I have read lots of articles in women's magazines and all of them propound the idea that size matters. I started to think that if that early boy with the big cock had happened when I was more used to sex or if he had been far better at doing it, then my life might have turned out very differently. It is very easy to see why a big cock feels better than a small one so I began to feel that I had missed out. I would have loved to find out but I was married to you. I knew you were cheating on me but I couldn't prove it. You left lots of clues but nothing that you could not explain away in isolation and accusing you would do no good because you were certain to deny it. The big thing was that I didn't want to be the first to be unfaithful in the unlikely event that I was wrong in my suspicions so I put up with the situation until today. Now that I know for certain, I'm going to have a ball."

For the next three weeks nothing happened. Sam and I continued to have sex and there was not a single reference back to that traumatic night. In fact it was surprising how much everything continued completely as normal, except of course that we had no contact with our erstwhile friends from the other end of the village. I had honestly started to believe that my wife's threat to start having affairs was no more than talk, spoken in at a time of justified anger. Then one Wednesday night I had gone to bed feeling more than a little bit randy, (if the truth were known, I had been thinking about Elise), so quite naturally I rolled towards Samantha. For the first time ever, she pushed me away saying, "Sorry, I've already been very well laid today and I haven't got the energy for any more."

"You've what?" I shouted.

"I've been to bed with a man - we spent a large part of the afternoon there."

"Who the hell with?"

"Calm down and I'll tell you," Samantha said both quietly and firmly. "This young man came to the door and asked if we had any trees that needed to be felled or trimmed. He was about twenty-five with long dark hair tied back in a pony tail and he was wearing tight jeans with a T-shirt. At first I didn't like the look of him but there are those overhanging branches at the bottom of the garden that you have been promising to see to since last year so I said that he could do them. When he started I put on my little sundress and took a deck chair out to watch how he did it. He had stripped to the waist and as he worked in the sun I couldn't help noticing how muscular and tanned he was - and how little rivulets of sweat kept trickling down his back. So when he was about half done I asked if he would like a glass of iced lemonade and of course he did. So then I asked if I should bring it to him or would he prefer to drink it in the conservatory with me. Well he gave me a long look and then chose the conservatory. Before we had finished our lemonade I took him up to bed - or rather he took me."

"To our bed?" I asked aghast.

"Of course not, what do you think I am - I doubt if even you would sink that low Peter. No, it happened in the guest bedroom."

We were lying side by side in the darkness, not quite touching. My body was rigid, in both senses of the word. I was aroused before she thrust this revelation on me but now my dick was a damn sight stiffer. Thinking that there would be more details forthcoming I waited but when my faithless wife remained silent, I swallowed to get some moisture into my parched mouth and asked, "How was it?"

"Magnificent!"

There was more silence as I struggled to come to terms with that momentous word but Samantha broke it by throwing in the information, "He's called Rory by the way."

There is one question that I think every man in my position needs to know. "Is his prick very much bigger than mine?" I had rolled towards her as I spoke and against the light of the window I saw her head nod emphatically but she did not actually speak. "I didn't catch that," I prompted.

"It's enormous," she said. "I knew it was going to be from the bulge in his jeans - that's the main reason I seduced him."

I just could not leave it alone. "And was it as good as you expected?"

"I haven't had so many orgasms for a very long time - if ever."

That rather devastatingly put me in my place. I changed tack. "You said that he only did half the work needed on the trees."




Role Reversal



"Oh yes - he's coming back next week to finish off - so if you are passing the house that day, it might be an idea if you didn't call in. Now if you don't mind Peter, I am going to sleep, I'm very tired."

Samantha did fall asleep almost immediately. I didn't - I don't think that I slept a wink all night. 

I put down the following Wednesday as the start of my sickness. I had rearranged my day so that I only had a few calls - and those in the relatively local area. Before leaving for work I almost emptied my briefcase and crammed the binoculars in instead. By lunchtime, I was parked a little way down the road from my house and at just before two Rory's pick up pulled into my drive. I got out of the car and watched over the fence from the concealment of a bush as he started to unload some equipment. The bastard was whistling and he had the tail up look of males the world over who know they about to get their end away. I had a manic urge to leap into the garden and hit him - but he looked as hard as nails and the fear of being badly bloodied kept me on the safe side of the fence.

As soon as he had carried his tools to the rear of the house I nipped into the drive. Darting from bush to bush like a thief in my own garden, I preceded to my planned hiding place the far side of the garage. This was to a strip of no-mans-land that separated my garage from the one on the adjoining property and once in there I could not be observed from any direction. When the chain saw started I moved to a position that in theory should have allowed me to see the bottom of the garden but a rhododendron bush blocked my view. I could not see him working but I was pretty sure that he was alone. 

Sure enough, after less than fifteen minutes, Samantha came into view carrying a glass in each hand. Not many paces away from me she stopped, called out to him and then waited until he joined her. Together they walked back towards the house. Taking a bit of a chance I emerged from my hiding place and moved to a spot from which I could see into the conservatory but although I waited a few minutes they did not appear. It was obvious that they had gone straight to the bedroom, so in a bit of a panic, I dashed back between the garages.

I intended to get onto the roof of the garage, which vantage point would allow me to see into the spare bedroom - hence the binoculars. With the garage roof being lower than the bedroom window there was no chance of seeing the bed but I was confident that I would witness some activity. After a bit of a struggle due mainly to the need to make no noise, I heaved myself onto the roof and looked eagerly towards the bedroom, only to find that the curtains were drawn. For a moment I could have given way to tears but then I had a better idea.

Once more on the ground, I walked boldly round to the side of the house, stepped into the flower bed and stood with my back to the wall immediately below the bedroom window. I could hear them talking - not actually what was being said but I could clearly hear the sound of their voices. Then I could hear the bed, at first just twangs and groans as they changed position on it. That always was a noisy bed and had we entertained overnight guests more it would have been replaced a couple of years ago but now I was glad that we had not. Gradually the sounds developed into a rhythm and soon I had no real need of my favoured listening position because I'm sure that the sound of the bed must be audible in the next street. On top of all that I could still hear my wife's cries of passion.

My heart was pounding like a steam hammer, the tightness in my throat made me fear I might choke and my prick was so stiff it seemed possible it might burst through the material of my trousers in search of freedom. It was akin to the adrenaline rush of walking into a bedroom with a new woman but magnified many times. I was in total torment but at the same time I had never felt so alive in my life. When the noises from above fairly suddenly subsided, my legs would no longer hold me and I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the soil. I felt far more exhausted than if I had actually participated in that sexual extravaganza.

I continued to hear mumbled voices and other unidentified sounds from above but I think that for a while I was in a daze. After what my watch told me was only a twenty minute gap, the bedsprings resumed their cacophony and I forced myself back to my feet to endure a replay of what had gone before. I got so agitated this time that I became seriously concerned about the state of my heart - but just before I was certain that the coronary would strike at any moment, the frantic bedroom activity came to a natural conclusion. This time I sat almost comatose for over an hour before renewed movement by my wife and her lover indicated that they were going for the triple. I think that I must have lost touch with reality because at this point I realised that there were only forty minutes to my only important appointment of the day and that was scheduled to take place thirty miles away.

With great willpower I forced myself to the car and set off. In retrospect I belief that during that journey I was a menace on the road and it is not really surprising that, having managed to get there in time, I still lost the sale. The meeting had been shorter than expected so, where in other circumstances I would have returned home, I now could not as I did not know how long the randy woodsman would continue servicing my wife. So I had a meal I did not taste, drove back slowly, hung about some more and finally pulled into my drive at a safe eight o'clock. With my hand on the door latch, I realised that I could not face my wife just at that moment so I went to the bottom of the garden to settle my composure. I could see that there were still at least three big branches waiting to come down and the ground was littered with those he had already felled.

Samantha smiled happily as I walked in. She looked exactly the same as usual except that her eyes were rather bright and she was wearing a high necked blouse that I had not seen for a long time. "Has he been then?" I asked trying to sound very casual.

"You know that he has," she said. I swallowed hard, believing for a moment that I had been seen earlier but she went on, "I just noticed you down the garden checking on what he has got done."

I grasped the bull by the horns. "Was it as good as last time?"

"Better. Knowing you were not going to burst in gave us more time and we also started off knowing a bit of what the other liked."

"Did he make you cum more as well?"

My wife gave me an impatient look and asked, "Peter, what is this. Do you want me to tell you everything we did in graphic detail - is that it?"

I wanted to say "'YES, YES, a thousand times yes,' but instead I shook my head and said, "No, of course not. I just wanted to know that you had been all right. He'll be back next week then."

"No, he's not coming anymore. That's it."

I was disappointed. I was actually desperately disappointed and I turned the emotion in to anger, shouting, "That's not fucking good enough. The job isn't half finished and his crap is all over the place for me to clear away. I thought that these people were meant to tidy up after themselves." I paused for breath only to see Samantha gazing at me in amazement. "Well I hope you didn't pay him," I said, ending my tirade rather lamely

"I certainly did pay him and I also gave him a big tip - he was worth it."

"Then why isn't he finishing the job?"

My wife sat down and without looking at me said softly, "Because I sent him away - it was too dangerous. I knew that I could easily get addicted to him. Peter, I do want experience of other men but I don't want a passionate affair with any one of them. I couldn't take the risk that I might find myself running off with him and end up living on a council estate or worse."

"So what are you going to do now - wait for another super stud to knock on the door?" I asked rather cruelly.

"I have been sitting thinking about that and I have decided to start going to a gym to try and get my figure back. I can go during the middle of the day when there are more buses running - it shouldn't affect you at all."

I heaved a sigh of relief. The events of the afternoon had exposed a part of my character that I did not recognise and I did not like it at all. The weeks that it would take Sam to get in shape were a reprieve because I knew that the gym was safe. Elise had told me that there was a strict 'no-fraternising' rule between staff and clients due to a masseuse once caught turning tricks with a consequent police involvement.

Six weeks later Sam was looking far trimmer and I had not cheated on her since the night of my denouement. OK, I am going to be honest - I had intended to skip this bit but this is meant to be the whole truth, warts and all. Up until the advent of Rory I did conscientiously stick to my promise to be faithful and in the week between his visits I was too concerned with my feelings about what my wife was doing. But after he got his marching orders, I thought to myself, 'Get back in the old routine and perhaps Samantha's activities won't get under my skin so much.' So on my first night away that week, I picked up a neat looking girl, treated her to a nice meal on expenses and then took her back to the old room intending to claim my reward. But it didn't turn out like that because, for the first time in my life, I couldn't get it up. The girl was very understanding bless her. "Don't worry about it," she said, "- it's always happening to me. Perhaps I pick the wrong sort of men."

When alone I rationalised it away, finding a load of excuses to explain how it could have happened. For a start it was meant to happen to all men sooner or later and there was no reason why I was immune. In addition, I was tired and undoubtedly trying too hard in attempt to eradicate the memory of my wife's casual sex partner. I was actually away on this trip for two nights in succession covering that area, so the next night, following the principle of getting straight back on a horse after a fall, I finished up in bed with another tart. It happened again. There was no sympathy that time. My intended conquest was extremely scathing and I can vividly remember the expression 'prickless wonder' being used. It was total humiliation. Thinking back, I think the truth behind my failures was that my heart had not been in it with either woman. Intuitively I knew then that the only female I would ever sleep with in the future would be my wife. I cursed those pointless years of womanising for Samantha was the only woman that I wanted.

I was not actually any more successful in bed with Sam but the reason was different. With the hotel females it was a total failure to get aroused but I certainly got a very stiff erection at home. The trouble was that I could not use it, for the moment that I moved to commit the deed an instantaneous shrivelling turned my penis into a limp piece of gristle. The problem was all in my head - knowing the reputed size of the tree feller's chopper, I feared that Samantha would make an inevitable comparison and I just could not bear the thought of her asking, "Is it in yet?"

I thought for a very long time about what I should do and 'kill myself' came pretty high on the list.

Eventually I decided that I had to go back to the start and pretend that Sam and I had just started seeing each. All the other women could then be mentally relegated to previous sexual history as could the two men that she had opened her legs for in the past month. To do this I decided that I had to woo her, engage in an old fashioned courtship with lots of kissing and declarations of love but sparing on the sex. To help the illusion it seemed logical to stay celibate for a couple of weeks. Combining this with conscientiously finishing all my household tasks and being generally nice to be with, would I hoped do the trick. So I set off fairly confident that I could gain my two ends i.e. overcome my sexual hang ups and convince Sam that I was such a good and loving husband that she would abandon her designs on other men. 

After three weeks of this regime, one Saturday afternoon I decided to do some house maintenance, hoping to earn extra brownie points so went into Mosby to buy the stuff I would need. I was working my way round a gondola when who should be standing on the other side but Howard. For a very long second we just stared at each other and then I said, "Howard I'm so sorry. I've been a real bastard. I don't know what came over me - I must have been out of my mind."

"It's OK, don't worry about it Pete," he told me. "I've watched Elise coming on to you strong for years and it is amazing that you managed to hold out for so long. It's Sam that I am upset about. I can't forgive myself for telling her about you and then taking advantage while she was upset. It was a dastardly thing to do."

"Well you shouldn't be upset. Samantha made quite a point of telling me how much she enjoyed doing it with you."

"Really," he said, sounding very surprised.

"She actually enthused about you," I said, laying it on a bit thick, "And I got the definite impression that it happened more than once - that doesn't sound like a woman who has been taken advantage of."

Howard visibly relaxed and said with a touch of pride, "You know, that's the first time for years I've been able to manage that."

"So how are things?" I asked, lost for anything else to say.

"Well Phillip and James are certainly missing your two. They can't understand why we have stopped going to each others houses and it is hardly something that is easy to explain." I just nodded, completely without a suitable response but then Howard said, "Oh you mean Elise - well she's carrying on the same as always but I have come to terms with it now. She's is younger than me and to be honest I don't think I'm very highly sexed, so it is understandable. "You weren't the first you know - not by a long way. Over the years she must have been with dozens of different men but always until now it only happened when she was away pretending to be working - I check her appointments diary and only half the nights she spends away from home have anything to do with her job."

"She possibly doesn't write every appointment down in the diary."

Howard shook his head. "Lots of times I rang her hotel room when she should have been there but nobody answered and most times she did speak to me I was sure someone was in the room with her. Once she couldn't have covered the telephone mouth piece properly because I distinctly heard her say, 'Keep still for a minute can't you - it's my sodding husband'. Anyway, she's admitted everything now. Before it was the wondering that got to me but from now on she has promised to tell me what she gets up to and I can handle that far better." 

When I got home I related the early part of this conversation to Sam. "The poor man I shall have to ring him and set his mind at ease properly," she said immediately.

"You don't intend to....."

"Definitely not. No, I'm just going to suggest that we can still drop the kids off at each others houses. There's no need for adult contact but it is a shame for the kids to lose out over something that is not their fault. I know that Callie in particular has been asking the same sort of questions as Howard's boys."

Two weeks later, I walked into the bar at the hotel where the whole thing started and there was Elise at the bar, possible sitting on exactly the same stool. My instinct was to back out but I had already been spotted. I have to say that the expression on her face was not one of pleasure but she was smiling as I strolled up to her. "Has the dust settled yet?" she wanted to know.

"Just about but I'm still doing penance," I told her. "What about you."

"Fine, in fact better than ever. Howard says that I can do whatever I like as long as I promise to tell him about it. It's a whole new set up. Howie doesn't poke me now which is a relief - I wank him instead. We lie there with me tossing him off while I tell him about my adventures; blow by blow - the dirtier it is the better he likes it. Sometimes when there is nothing much to tell, I remember stuff from the past and pretend it has just happened or I just make it all up - if I don't, I finish up with an aching wrist. It's all rather pathetic." 

I could understand my ex friend's need to know but the rest of that seemed a bit suspect to me. There was something that I wanted to ask. She may have thought it a funny question but I blurted out, "Elise, when you are choosing a man to have sex with, how important is the size of his penis?"

Elise laughed. "Someone has been learning some home truths I see." Then more seriously she told me, "I can't deny that having a nice lump of meat inside her is a nice bonus for a girl but for me it isn't the only criteria. For instance, I think that finding a man who is good with his mouth is almost equally important and in that department at least dear Peter, you cannot be faulted. Now having said that, do you want to pop upstairs and have a quick thrash for old time's sake?" 

The fact was I dare not risk another failure - so I shook my head. She grinned at me. "I can't say that I'm too disappointed. I'm in here hoping to bump into a certain hunky Dane - now he really does have a nice sized willy."

It was more and more easy to believe that Samantha I were at the beginning of our relationship because as her pounds dropped off, years disappeared to until I found her indistinguishable from my memory of the girl that I had married. I hated being away from home and my nights in hotels became very few in number because I was prepared to drive 150 or 200 miles if I could possibly get home before suppertime. I did start having sex but it was making love rather than sex. Although I felt desire all the time, in bed I limited myself to kissing and telling her how much I loved her but then would roll over and go to sleep. It was only on Saturdays that I allowed things to go further but even then spent ages on fondling and kissing with many declarations of love before I eventually rolled on top.

You cannot appreciate my restraint without knowing what a desirable woman my wife had become. Her figure was now superb. She had more than regained a slim figure because her body now had superb tone. I could swear that her breasts were bigger but perhaps that is illusion because they now thrust out proudly with absolutely no need for artificial support. It is hard to define but her whole demeanour seemed to have changed. I could see it in her confidence, in her posture and in her general attitude to just about everything. 

It was working; there was no doubt about that. My wife now had a permanent contented look on her face; she burst into song at random and tended to laugh very easily. There was a vibrancy about her and a spring in her step. We were a family again. I took us all out at every opportunity, treated Samantha to romantic restaurant meals and even went so far as to shower her with bunches of flowers. This was what our marriage should always have been like.

After four months she happily told me that she had reached her target and on the coming Thursday would finish the routine she had been following. "I shall keep going to the gym as usual just to keep in trim but from now on there is no need to punish myself," she said. Knowing the reason that she had started at the gym in the first place I should have been depressed or at least uneasy but our marriage was now so good, there seemed to be no danger. I was confident that, even if her threatened promiscuity with other men had been meant at the time, it was now irrevocably committed to the past. 

I planned a treat to mark the occasion. Rearranging my day to leave the afternoon free, I bought in the food and laid out a cold buffet complete with champagne, put up balloons and a banner saying 'Well Done' and after a great deal of ringing round, got hold of a very old record. Then the moment that my wife walked in with sparkling eyes and a look of great satisfaction on her face, I pushed the switch to allow the performer to sing his 'Congratulations'. Sam rushed to me to smother my face with kisses and say, "Oh Peter, you are the kindest most wonderful husband in the world." My last remaining doubt disappeared. We spent a lovely evening reminiscing about when we met and those first two years of marriage. By bed time, our rapport had been so good that I felt able to abandon my Saturday night only rule. If she had reached a target then so had I.




Role Reversal



In bed I kissed and caressed as usual but instead of rolling over, I progressed as if to claim my conjugal rights. To my great surprise she pushed me away saying, "I'm so sorry but I can't."

I was so keyed up that I had to suppress a flush of righteous anger but controlled it and limited myself to saying softly, "I don't understand."

Samantha reached out to take my hand then told me quietly, "When I decided that I was going to go with other men I was very worried that I might turn into a nymphomaniac. So I swore then that I would never let myself be screwed by two different men the same day. I can't break that rule even for you my love."

I felt as if I had been punched in the solar plexus by a steam hammer. "You mean that you have already been fucked by some man already today - who the hell was it?"

"My trainer."

This did not make sense. "I thought that there was a no fraternisation rule."

"You didn't expect me to go to the same toffee nosed place that Elise uses did you? I go to in the opposite direction to a place in Mosby called 'Joe's Gym'. It's a converted barn."

I knew the place but it made even less sense. "I thought that was only for boxers."

"It is - when I walked in, that is what Joe the owner told me but I said, "Why should that be? I can see the equipment I will need and it's not being used and I'm willing to pay you the rate charged by any of the posh places.' Well he looked me up and down and then said, 'OK but with one condition - you can't date any of the boxers'. So that's were I've been going ever since. 

"So if it wasn't one of the boxers who the hell was it?"

"It's Joe," she said simply. "He decided to train me himself. After I have finished on the weights and other equipment, he takes me into his back office for an extra session. The gym is often open all night so he has a sofa bed in there.

"But he's an old man."

"He is in his late fifties but he is very, very fit."

"You said 'takes me' - how long has this been going on?"

"Since the second time I went there," she said and that is when I started to tremble. 

On the surface I was so desperately disappointed that I could cry but underneath was the same tremendous excitement that I had first felt standing underneath the window. All the time I had been so loving and restrained and congratulating myself on how well it was going, she had been getting fucked twice a week by a dirty old man. "You said that this was going to be an open marriage so why the hell didn't you tell me what you were up to?" I demanded sounding justifiably aggrieved.

"If you had asked I would have told you but I didn't see why I should rub your nose in it - I'm doing this for me, not to punish you. I told you what I intended to do but in all this time you have never even mentioned it once. I naturally assumed that you wanted to pretend that it wasn't happening - like I did for all those years."

"I can't believe that you have been shagging him secretly for four whole months."

"It's a good job that I was getting it elsewhere Peter because you haven't shown much interest during that time," she replied tartly. "Even when you did manage to give me a once a week treat it was hardly what you can call a good fuck. I naturally assumed that you had gone back to your old ways - I mean, all those corny flowers, that is the classic guilt trip. You were entitled to do what you wanted because I had declared an open marriage but I have to admit that it got rid of any reservations I might have had over what I was doing." 

"But I wasn't cheating. I have been completely faithful ever since you found out about her," I protested.

"I've been hoping to go back to how we were before the kids were born."

Samantha shook her head. "I admit that those were very nice times but my life now is going to be even better. I enjoy screwing other men far too much to ever go back to how we were."

"But I love you - doesn't that make any difference?" I pleaded.

The trembling now developed into a series of rapid body spasms that wracked my whole body as if I was starting to have a fit. Sam moved her hand to take a firm grasp my very stiff penis. Amazingly it stilled the bodily tremors but left a strong urge to hyperventilate. "Peter darling - it's only sex. Surely you must have told yourself that hundreds of times." 

"Give it up please - for me."

"My love, if you understood how hard I have worked, the things I have done, everything I've learned and what I want, you couldn't possibly ask that."

"You had better tell me everything," I said, resigned to the fact that what she was about to say, I would not want to hear. (OK - so the despair of resignation might have been mixed with a high degree of anticipation).

"That first day at the gym, working by myself I overdid it and Joe gave me a special drink to help me recover. We chatted and he asked me what my motivation was so I told him quite honestly why I wanted to lose weight. That was when he decided to be my personal trainer. Right then he said that I could look at the boxers but I could not touch unless he had suspended the rule to reward me for reaching a goal. There were plenty of chances to look because the showers were stables left as they were but with overhead showers put in. They were open at the front and you could easily look over the sides if you wanted to. So I saw plenty of the boxers as they passed naked on the way to their own cubicle - and they did seem to pass rather a lot, even when I was right at the far end. I couldn't help noticing that quite a few of them had just what I wanted between their legs."

As Samantha talked softly but frankly, she relaxed her grip and allowed her fingers to do something magic to my cock. I don't know what exactly it was but small exquisite tingles seemed to radiate from my groin to all parts of my body. "The private training sessions were not just meaningless humping," she went on. "It really was training because Joe said that for what I had in mind, just getting a good figure was not enough, so he started teaching me about sex - everything. The sessions were mainly fucking but I had no idea that you could do it in so many ways. You know Peter, for a man who is such a tomcat you haven't got a lot of imagination and for an old married woman I was terrible naive. For instance I had absolutely no idea what a wonderful experience it was to suck a man's cock properly and the way that Joe made me feel using his tongue in my cunt was a revelation. He taught me so much. There were things that we did that felt so terribly nice to do but I still can't bring myself tell you about them in words." 

I don't know what Sam was doing with her fingers but I have never enjoyed such intense sensations in my life. "There was so much to learn just on the physical side and Joe insisted that there was a verbal element as well," she went on. "Right from the start he said how important it is to vocalise. He says that most people just do it without talking and only say 'That's nice' when their partner happens to do the right thing. If people stay together they can gradually find out each others preferences that way but for someone like me who only wants short term liaisons, Joe says it is no good at all. After a lot of practice I can now be quite crude with him and not at all shy."

"Last Tuesday he tested me on that part of the course. I had to lie on the bed alone for half an hour with a tape recorder. For the test I had to pick the boxer that I fancied most and I chose Bomber. He's the northern area amateur heavyweight boxing champion, (or is that the main contender?). I haven't been able to take my eyes off him ever since I started going to the gym. Speaking into the microphone, I had to say everything that I would like to do to him and then everything I would like him to do to me. Joe said that I should use a real sexy voice and imagine that Bomber was really in bed with me. Later Joe came in and while we were humping he started the tape playing back. He kept saying 'that's nice' and 'I like that' - and I didn't really know whether he meant what I was doing to him or what I was saying on the tape. As you know today was the final day of the course. Before we started, Joe announced that he has now taught me everything that a man can teach a woman but he has made arrangements to finish my education. He says that there is a very sexy girl called Sharon who used to date a couple of the boxers and she has agreed to work with me on Thursdays, taking over where he left off. I'm rather looking forward to what she will teach me, it might be really nice.

Samantha's nimble fingers had taken me to the point of orgasm and then somehow held me there. By now I was moaning continually but Sam continued talking as if she were oblivious to it. "After we had finished having sex, Joe said that I could now date any of the boxers that I liked. The only conditions are that I must check with him first in case it might interrupt their schedule and I can't do it with them at the gym. Then he asked who was my first choice and of course I picked 'Bomber'. As soon as I said that he opened the door and Bomber walked in - he must have been ready and waiting outside. Joe was grinning at me. He said that as a reward for passing the course he would suspend the rule and let me have a taste immediately. I could have cried - because of that stupid vow I couldn't do what I wanted so badly. While I was sucking Bomber off, at first I felt a bit embarrassed at being watched until I realised that Joe was only checking that I had remembered everything that he had taught me." Sam paused, gave a little giggle and then said, "But what happened next could have been even more embarrassing because he started the tape going again. So there I was kneeling on the floor, with Bomber's beautiful big black cock down my throat and listening to my voice telling him everything that I would like us to do to each other. Actually, I wasn't at all embarrassed - I think it was the most erotic experience of my life."

I was lying with every part of body pulsing with the most extreme ecstasy and the sensations enhanced by the images that my wife's words were projecting behind my eyes. But that last bit of information jarred with the picture I had created and I gasped, "Black?"

"Nearly all the boxers are black, didn't I mention that," she said innocently.

The amended picture caused overload and I had the most intense and prolonged climax of my life. It was an order of magnitude great than any I had experienced before. Samantha was quiet for a few moments as she wiped her hand with the night-dress that lived under her pillow, leaving me to blissfully enjoy an incredible afterglow but then she commenced to speak again in the same relaxed way, "So I've got a big date with Bomber next week. I realise that you are not away from home nearly so much because you dash home to check on me but I know that you are in Norfolk for certain on Monday night. Carrie is already having a sleepover that night and I can easily arrange for Paul to do the same with his pal Timmy, so that's when I am going to see him. It seems silly to go to a tatty motel so I am bringing him home with me - that bed in the spare bed makes a horrible noise but it has got to be much better than a motel."

I took a deep breath and let the words came out of my mouth with a rush. "You can take him in our bed if you like, I don't mind - and when you want to meet any of your new friends, there's no need for me to be away from home. I promise that I won't interfere and I'll even keep the kids out of the way for you. All that I ask is that afterwards you always tell me everything that happened - just like you've done tonight."

My wife was surprised but not shocked. "Are you really sure," she asked gently.

I didn't need to think. "I'm sure. There's just one more thing - would it be possible for me to listen to that tape?"



Role Reversal



I had just finished a nice relaxing bath and was chilling out on the bed wrapped in a towel when Crystal walked in. 

"Hi honey, nice bath?" she asked as she stripped her clothes off.

"Very nice thanks." I replied watching my wife getting naked and feeling a familiar twitch under my towel.

Crystal could see I was getting aroused and gave a little chuckle.

"No playing with that whilst I'm in the bath naughty boy," she giggled and grabbing a towel out of the cupboard made her way to the bathroom.

A short while later I must have dozed off, as I found my now warm and damp wife lying next to me on the bed with her hair wrapped in a towel. Crystal kissed me on the lips. She tasted good.

"You know what," she said, "I'd really love to paint your toe nails."

"What?" I blurted out laughing, "where did that come from?"

"Dunno, just fancied painting your toe nails. Can I?" she pleaded with me.

To help persuade me she grabbed hold of my hardening cock and slowly stroked it.

"I'll make it worth your while," she said with a wicked grin on her face. "I can clean it off easily enough and nobody will see them but me."

I let out a sigh knowing she wouldn't give up.

"Okay, go on then."

She let out a little squeal of delight and jumped off the bed to go and grab some nail varnish out of her cabinet.

"What colour do you fancy?" she asked.

"You decide," I replied. I had no intention of keeping it on very long so couldn't really care what colour she used.

"I've got a nice burgundy, that would suit you I think," she said taking hold of a bottle.

"Oh yes, it sounds just like my colour," I laughed.

Crystal asked me to lie very sill on the bed and then proceeded to go to work on painting my toes. The way she was carrying on it felt like she was trying to replicate the Mona Lisa. It seemed to take her forever, no wonder she was out so long whenever she went to get hers done. Eventually she finished.

"Well what do you think?" she asked kneeling back on the bed admiring her handy work.

I looked down at my feet to find ten very colourful toe nails staring back at me.

"Yes very nice," I replied, "you can take them off now."

"What? I've only just done them. Perhaps we should have some fun first. What do you think?" she smiled at me. "Wait there a minute," she said jumping off the bed again.

Like I was going anywhere. Crystal started to rummage through her top drawer.

"These will do," she said waving a pair of silky black knickers at me, "put them on."

"Crystal..."

"Pretty please," she pouted at me.

Unbeknown to my wife I had often worn her underwear whilst she was out so this was hardly anything new.

"If I must," I sighed.

She threw them at me, just missing my face and stood there with a big grin on her face as she watched me pull them on. I had to admit they felt really good against my cock.

"Mmmm very sexy," she purred, "okay wait there."

"Hang on, I'm not putting anything else on," I answered sitting up.

"Yes you are, now stay there." 

Crystal went back to rummaging through her drawer.

"Here you go," she said dangling a stocking from each of her hands, "put these on."

"Do I have to?" I groaned.

"Yes you do."

I took the stockings off her and rolled them up my legs. I must have looked a right sight, but Crystal seemed to be enjoying herself and the stockings also felt really good against my skin.

"You look so hot," she laughed.

I gave her a look.

"Lipstick?" she said, "that would look good."

I was starting to feel a bit horny now so I let her get on with it. A few minutes later I was wearing bright red lipstick, blue eye shadow and a long black wig she had bought for Halloween the previous year.

"Oh yes, now you really look like my little bitch," she said.

"Trying to live out your own lesbian fantasies are you?" I asked her.

"On the contrary, I'm going for a bit of role reversal."

I wasn't quite sure what she meant by that.

"I think you're missing one vital ingredient for that," I said looking at her pussy.

"Of course, I almost forgot," she replied.

Crystal told me to stay right where I was and disappeared out of the bedroom. I think it would be fair to say that I had no intention of going anywhere. I lay back on the bed and stroked my cock through her silk panties. I could already see a damp spot of pre cum seeping through.

It wasn't long before Crystal re-appeared outside the door.

"Close your eyes," she called.

I had no idea what she was up to, so closed my eyes and waited with anticipation to see what she was up to. Had a bad feeling I was about to be confronted by a giant cucumber between her legs. Crystal came into the bedroom and closed the door. She climbed onto the bed and straddled me.

"Open your mouth," she commanded.

I did as I was instructed. I could feel Crystal moving on the bed and suddenly there was something rubbery trying to push into my mouth.

"Keep your eyes shut," she commanded.

Well it certainly was a cucumber, so I presumed it was one of her dildos.

"Suck it you little whore," she commanded once more. "I know you want some cock."

I opened my mouth wide and let Crystal push whatever it was into my mouth. Once more, unbeknown to my wife, I had sucked a cock many years ago so did have a bit of experience. I kept my mouth still whilst she pushed it in and out of my mouth slowly fucking me like I loved doing to her. I sucked and licked as she probed my mouth.

"You love sucking cock don't you?" she teased.

I mumbled in agreement as she continued to fuck my mouth. Eventually she slipped it out of my mouth and asked me to open my eyes. Wow, she certainly had gone for role reversal. Crystal was wearing one of my work suits, with just the jacket done up over her breasts and from the zip of the trousers was a protruding a large rubber cock. She looked so hot. My cock, which was already rock hard, was now virtually bursting out of her underwear that was already a bit tight on me.

"Is that a strap on?" I blurted out.

Crystal undid the button on my trousers and pulled them down a bit. Yes, it clearly was a strap on, the leather harness digging tight into her buttocks. It was a very strange but hugely erotic sight.

"Where the fuck did you get that from?" I asked her.

"I can surf the internet just as well as you," she grinned.

She slipped her trousers down to her knees and straddled me so her cock was dangling in my face. She then pulled my knickers down a bit to free my rock hard cock which was now soaked in pre cum. I let out a groan as she opened her mouth and proceeded to take my length inside of her. It felt so good. Crystal knew how to suck cock that was for sure. She worked her mouth up and down my cock, licking, sucking, and wanking it with her hand.

"Aren't you going to suck me?" she asked looking back, "go on, give my cock a nice blow job."

I took the rubber cock inside of me and mimicked what Crystal was doing to my real one. I took as much of it inside my mouth as was possible, although it was bigger than mine so I had tougher job than she did. Crystal sat up and undid the button on my jacket letting her breasts fall free. I couldn't see them from behind, but as she leant back down to gobble on my cock, I felt her hardened nipples sticking into my body. We must have stayed in that position for a good ten minutes or so, with her bringing me to the point of orgasm several times but not letting me cum. Crystal stopped sucking me and stood up. I'd been enjoying sucking her rubber dick, so was a bit disappointed.

"What's the matter baby, were you enjoying sucking cock?" she teased.

I nodded.

"You want to suck on this do you, you want me to cum in your mouth?"

I nodded again.

"Get on your knees then bitch and suck me off," she demanded.

Crystal stood by the side of the bed and climbed off and knelt down in front of her, the long hair of the wig dangling down the side of my head.

"Go on then, suck me, suck me until I shoot a big load in your mouth."

I took the rubber cock in my mouth again and as I'd seen her do many times to mine took as much into my mouth as I could without gagging and as if it was a real cock in my mouth sucked and licked every inch of it.

"Oh yeah that's good. Suck it hard I want you to take all of it."

I moved my mouth back and forth.

"Oh babe that's fucking hot, I'm going to cum in your mouth. Do you want me to cum in your mouth now?"

I groaned.

"Suck it hard then, wank it, oh yes I'm going to cum."

Crystal let out a long hard moan.

"Ahhh that's so good, I'm cumming."

I kept on sucking the cock, until Crystal let her imaginary orgasm subside.

"Did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy sucking me off and drinking my cum?" she goaded as she pulled out of me. "I bet you'd love to do that for real wouldn't you? Maybe I'll find you a real cock sometime to suck on. Would you like that?"

I've no idea what I must have looked like, but I just sat there nodding at her.

"Well that's for another day. For now, get on the bed and bend over," she said forcefully.

I had a nasty idea where this was going. I climbed back on to the bed and got onto all fours as she had demanded, with my arse sticking out. Crystal went over to our special drawer and took out the lube. We liked a bit of ass play, but I never thought Crystal would do what I was sure she was about to do. She squeezed some lube into her hand and proceeded to rub it around my entrance. I felt one finger pop inside me and probe my passage, then a second went inside trying to loosen me up for the main event. With her other hand Crystal was rubbing up and down the back of my stockinged legs, ticking my balls as they hung down.

"Does this little bitch want some cock now?" she asked.

"Yes," I murmured. 

"Sorry can't hear you," she chided.

"Yes,"

"I want you to beg you little slut, beg for cock."

"Please, fuck me with your big cock," I groaned.

"That's better," she laughed.

Crystal took the head of the rubber cock and pushed it against my tight opening. I'd had things in there before, anal beads, butt plugs and the like but this was a different proposition altogether. I let out a gasp as the head popped inside of me. Crystal held it there for a few moments and slathered it in lube before gradually pushing it into me.

"How does your virgin pussy like this then?"

"It's good," I moaned.

"I bet it is. I bet you've always wanted a nice fat cock inside you."

"Yes," I moaned again in reply.

Crystal built up a rhythm as I got used to the feeling of being full and pumped the cock back and forth inside of me, faster and faster.

"Do you want this cock to cum in you? I bet you do, I bet you dream of your pussy being fucked hard and spunked in."

I just groaned and begged her to keep fucking me. Crystal was right up behind me and grabbed my cock from underneath and started to wank me.

"I'm gonna make you cum now you little bitch. I want you to cum, whilst I shoot my load into your tight little cunt."

Crystal pumped even harder into my arse and wanked as fast as she could on my cock. Within seconds I felt my orgasm hit me like never before. The sensation of having my arse filled right up was too much.

"I'm cumming," I cried out and tried to lift myself up as shot after shot of white creamy cum was released from my cock spilling out onto the bed covers and dribbling down into my knickers and onto the silky stockings I was wearing. 

Crystal slowed down the pounding inside my arse.

"I've just cum too babe, right inside you. Did you like that, did you like being fucked and having my cum in your pussy?"

"Oh yes, it was so good."

Crystal lay down beside me.

"Mmmm that was fun. I suppose you want me to take your nail varnish and lipstick off now?" she said.

"Not just yet," I replied, "your little bitch may soon be ready to go again."

Crystal smiled and lay back wanking her rubber cock.

"Tell me when you're ready to go again then," she said.

And believe me, it wasn't too long at all.



Role Reversal



I knew that today was going to be a very strange day. My Mistress had ordered me to spend some time "punishing" my Test Coordinators (or face dire, but unspecified, consequences). I wasn't too sure why I'd be punishing them. Yes, they had given me some somewhat onerous tasks to perform and document, but that was, I thought, their job. Oh well, ours is not to reason why, ours is to obey or be made to suffer (or both).

 There are 3 men and a single woman Test Coordinators. I shall call them TC1 to TC4. TC4 being the female. I had been told that they would all be waiting for me at a dungeon nearby and that they had consented to this meeting. Their limits would be provided on arrival. I was not to discuss anything with them, and my Mistress would have selected suitable implements for me to use on them.

It felt very weird. I'm not naturally dominant, nor sadistic. I was very nervous both of letting my Mistress down in some way, and also of any retribution at a later date.

On arrival at the rather unprepossessing building which had the address of the "dungeon" I was admitted by a rather creepy young man who gave me the keys and told me that everything had been prepared for me before leaving rather swiftly.

The dungeon itself was a large room with heavily curtained windows and subdued lighting. In the room I could see there were some items of "standard" bdsm furniture (crosses, chairs, hanging chains, cages, etc.) and in the centre of the room there were 4 large, padlocked, trunks. On top of each trunk was a sheet of paper with some printing on it and a key.

TC1

I walked over to the first trunk and picked up the sheet:

TC1 -- Male

This subject has indicated that he does not wish to be used for anal sex, or to have any long-lasting marks. He is not willing to have any interaction with the other subjects. Usual sensible limits apply (eg: no drugs, children, animals, illegal acts, or public exposure).

You have 20 minutes once you have opened the trunk. At the end of that time the subject is to be left inside as found.

 I re-read the instructions a couple of times to make sure I fully understood. Then unlocked the padlock and opened the trunk. Inside I found a man dressed from head to toe in a black latex body suit and a full head mask which had no eye-holes. In his mouth there was a red ball gag, and on his wrists and ankles leather cuffs which had all been linked together leaving him lying in the trunk on his back in a sort of upside-down hogtie. I could see that his cock was quite hard. He had obviously felt the vibration of my opening the trunk and was fidgeting a little.

I reached down and rubbed his cock and balls through the rubber. I could feel then that he also had a butt-plug protruding from his arse. His cock got a lot harder and he moaned through the gag. Conscious of the time allowed I unlinked his wrists from his ankles and pulled him upwards to stand. I noticed then that he had a thick collar around his neck which had some D-rings embedded in it. I decoupled his wrists and attached them to the D-rings before releasing his ankles and moving his legs for him to get him to step out of the trunk. He stumbled a little but managed not to fall down.

Grabbing him by a third D-ring on his collar I led him to one of the St Andrews crosses and attached his ankle cuffs to the bottom while he was facing the cross, stretching his legs apart. I then cinched a waist belt as tightly as possible to keep his pelvis pressed against the cross before moving his wrists to the top of the cross.

I stood back to admire my handiwork so far. I was feeling quite aroused by having this anonymous slave at my mercy, but still trying to decide what I should do with him. I could see his hips moving a little as he rubbed his cock against the cross. For some reason this made me quite cross with him.

I noticed that, on a table nearby, there were a number of floggers and paddles, plus a cane. Without really thinking it through I picked up the cane and began hitting his bottom with it. Not hard, but enough so it would sting. His reaction was quite pronounced. On the first stroke he stiffened and then on subsequent ones he struggled to free his wrists. After 4 or so he was wriggling from side to side to try to evade the strokes.

I could see his cock was now stretching the latex. I stopped hitting his buttocks and started a fast tapping of the butt-plug. His moaning became quite frantic and his hips started to judder. I could tell he was about to have a mindblowing orgasm.

So I stopped.

His reaction was fascinating. At first he couldn't quite grasp that the stimulus had ceased. Then he made an incredulous but muffled sounding plea for it to continue. A begging moaning keening. Followed after a few moments by violent thrashing against the bondage and then a lewd rubbing and pressing of his cock against the cross.

I stopped that by applying two hard strokes of the cane. One to each buttock. While he was recovering from that shock I quickly re-cuffed his wrists behind his back, undid the waist belt and his ankles, then pulled him back to the trunk. He struggled a bit as I made him sit down in it but had no leverage. He tried to reason with me but that wasn't very successful as the gag completely muffled whatever argument he was making. Once back in the trunk I re-attached his ankles and wrists together, and closed then padlocked the lid. Looking at the clock I saw that 17 minutes had passed.

I considered taking care of my own erection that I'd had throughout, but decided to wait and see how I felt after the next subject. I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of power this was giving me. I thought I should pace myself a little and not rush things.

So I had a cup of coffee and considered what to do with the next "victim"....

TC2

I picked up the second trunk's cover-sheet:

TC2 -- Male

This subject is being punished by you but also because it has incurred its Mistress' wrath. As you will discover She has added Her own requirements.

Subject is a heterosexual male, and is not to be subjected to real homosexual acts of any kind. However its Mistress requires that it be humiliated and made to believe that it may be. Hand and toy stimulation of cock and orifices is allowed. Threats of sexual contact are allowed also.

No interaction with the other subjects is required. Usual sensible limits apply (eg: no drugs, children, animals, illegal acts, or public exposure).

You may find other instructions inside the trunk.

You have 20 minutes once you have opened the trunk. At the end of that time the subject is to be left inside.

 That was intriguing, and quite exciting. I was relieved that I wasn't being told to perform anything homosexual with him. It's not that I'm homophobic, just that I'd always fantasized that my Mistress would be there to "push" me into that sort of thing; if She wanted.

Shaking my head to clear the sudden fug of self-analysis I picked up the key and unlocked the lid of the trunk and pulled it upwards.

What lay there before me brought a smile to my face. The subject was lying in almost the same position as TC1 had been, but this one was, to its extreme and obvious embarrassment, dressed in very tight black satin lingerie. It was wearing a bra, panties, a suspender belt and stockings. On its feet were stiletto heeled pixie boots with locks at each ankle. A short chain of about 9" joined them together. Another similar chain joined its wrist cuffs together behind its back. Its panties were bulging but only because its cock was locked inside a clear plastic chastity device. Instead of a ball-gag this subject had a rubber ring-gag between its teeth forcing it's bright red lips wide apart. Everywhere there were small combination locks securing everything.

Inside the trunk also there was another note:

Additional Instructions



Role Reversal



Channel A - Butt Plug  Waveform: Pulse   Frequency: Medium  Intensity: 6

        B - Left Nipple          Sawtooth           Low                4

        C - Right Nipple         Sawtooth           Low                4

        D - Perineum & Stomach   Sine Wave          High               5

        E - Buttocks             Pulse              Low                7

        F - Thighs               Random             High               3

        G - Testicles            Sawtooth           Medium             5

        H - Cock                 Pulse              Low                3

 By the time I had set all the channels the way I wanted to start with them, my little silver sausage was making as much noise as it could, and writhing completely ineffectually. It was about then that I noticed that its cock had been given special treatment. It had been wrapped separately from its body and I could just see the tip of it where the wire protruded out. On closer inspection I could see that the Channel H probe was actually hollow so that if anything should spurt out I would see it. "Clever", I thought.

Checking the clock I saw that I'd already used up 8 of my 20 minutes getting this far. Time to get serious I thought.

First of all I upped the Channel A frequency to High, and pushed the Channel H intensity to 6. A soft wheezing/gasping could be heard coming from the breathing tubes. The subject was definitely feeling it. Its cock looked to be twitching inside its tight silver sheath.

Next I switched Channel G from Sawtooth to Sine Wave and gradually upped the Intensity to 7. This caused a shuddering to overtake the subjects' whole body, followed swiftly by a strong spurt of white sperm onto its silver thighs. Then another spurt before it visibly relaxed. Following its Mistress' instructions I turned the Channel A, G & H intensities down to 2 while increasing all the others to 7. I left it like that for 4 minutes. I sat there, listening to the subject trying to beg for mercy (I assumed/fantasized).

When I was sure it had been punished enough for its orgasm I turned all the Intensity settings down to 2, and waited for its breathing to return to a less panicked sounding pace. There were still 6 or so minutes remaining so I was challenged to produce another orgasm at least. I knew this one might be harder to achieve (for the subject too).

This time I switched the nipples to Low frequency Pulse and gradually increased the Intensity up to 8. I could tell this was quite painful for the subject but interestingly its cock was bouncing in time with the pulses.

Next I swapped over channels D and F, making its Stomach and Perineum subject to high frequency random waves while its Thighs would experience Sine Waves. Again I moved the intensities both up to 8.

Finally I set Channels A, G & H all to Pulse, Low frequency, Intensity 5. I could see its whole groin area starting to hump the air in time with the pulses and could imagine how its anus was clenching in time too. I turned the frequency up to Medium next, and upped the intensity to 7. The subject was beside itself by now. Muffled screams and squirms were its only form of expression but I could tell it was becoming really desperate. I felt sorry for it but had a slight feeling of how a scientist might view a specimen on a slide in their laboratory. I waited for a minute or so, hoping it would cum and I could end its torment. But no, it just couldn't seem to do it. It wanted to I could tell, but the pain was too much or the stimulus too great.

Time was marching on. I turned up the intensity to 9 on A, G & H, then the frequency to High. The subject was shuddering so much and so fast I thought for a moment it was fitting, but then it stopped moving completely and 3 huge blasts of cum squirted from its cock! It was amazing how much it managed to produce. Astonishingly strong squirts. I felt truly sorry for the poor thing as I turned the intensity of all the other channels up to 9 as well, and then switched them one by one to Random waveform, High frequency.

There were only two more minutes remaining luckily before I turned them all down to 3, Low frequency and ended its punishment for the orgasm. There was a rawness to its muffled cries by then.

It was with a kind of sadness that I put the control box into the trunk and locked the lid. I was very turned on, and wished I could see if it could cum just once more.

I shook my head and made myself relax and try to calm down before turning to my next TC.

TC4

TC4 -- Female

This subject is the only female Test Coordinator. It has been pre-prepared to its Owner's specifications. As such you will not be required to make any changes to the bondage that has been applied, other than to remove the subject from its trunk. A set of sanctioned implements of torment have been supplied.

The subject is what is colloquially termed "a pain slut" and would experience directly applied pain as a reward rather than as a punishment. Therefore you will not be required to use harsh implements such as canes or crops. The intention here is overload the subject's senses by application of intense, overwhelming, and unrelenting sexual stimulation.

You have 1 hour. If the subject loses consciousness the clock should be stopped.

 Wow! I thought. This one has really done something bad to deserve this kind of treatment.

I went over to the fourth trunk and looked at the equipment that had been provided. On the table next to the trunk there were a couple of light floggers, one leather and one suede, a machine which I eventually realized was a nipple and clit suction device, and a rather heavy duty looking massage/vibrator. A variety of other implements including a wartenberg wheel, dildos, fur gloves, etc. were also available. While pondering how I could put them all to use I felt my cock stiffen inside my pants.

On opening the trunk I was presented with a rather odd sight. The subject was lying face down with its ankles and wrists strapped to the ends of a metal St Andrews cross that was on top of it and closed up to fit into the trunk. Its waist was belted to the centre piece, and a head harness ball gag was in its mouth. A strap led back from the top of the head harness back to a thick chrome steel hook that was inserted into her anus and tight enough to pull her head up a few inches.

Hanging down from the ceiling were four chains which were obviously meant to be attached to rings on the ends of the cross. An electric hoist could then be used to raise it up out of the trunk. As it was raised the cross unfolded like scissors spreading the subjects arms and legs wide apart. The hoist stopped with her pussy at head height.

First of all I put some grease on the suction cups and switched on the vacuum pump. I spent some time applying and removing each cup from her nipples until I was satisfied with their seal. The third one on her clit wouldn't stay put at first so I gently licked it for a while until it swelled a bit and gave the cup something to suck on. Once they were all in place I turned up the vacuum and engaged the vibration attachment that caused the suction to rapidly judder and sat back for a while to watch the subject's arousal increase. Drool was already beginning to flow from around the gag and gurgling noises too. Her pussy was very moist now.

I picked up the soft fur gloves and put them on. Then I started to caress her slowly. Running my hands over her breasts, and up along her taut thighs, around her armpits and down her throat. She was trying to undulate her hips but I made sure that, for now at least, I didn't touch her where I knew she wished me to. Her gurglings began to sound a little desperate.

I decided it was now time for the first, of many, orgasms. This one was going to be hard and fast. No subtlety at all. I took the gloves off, picked up the massager and switched it to high speed. Pulled off the clit suction cup and pressed the massager directly onto the tip of her, now engorged clit. She struggled to avoid the sensation overload but of course I didn't let her. As I held the vibrating monster against her I also grabbed the anal hook and started pushing and pulling on it causing her to swing back and forth like a pendulum, pushing it deeper and pulling it almost out. I could see on the out-swing that the hook was tipped with a large metal ball that was stretching her anus but not escaping it.

Her writhings became frantic as her first orgasm overwhelmed her. She bucked and pulled at her bondage but had no possibility of escape. I removed the massager and watched her relax exhausted. Then immediately replaced it and forced her through it all again. Her second orgasm was weaker, but it obviously caused more anguish as she was still so sensitive. A small squirt of pee escaped as she came again.

As I replaced the clit sucker I looked into her eyes. There was fear there now, and a few tears as well.

I looked at the clock and saw that 10 minutes had passed already. It was going far too fast but at least I still had another 50 minutes...

Time for a change of pace. I selected a large thick dildo from the table. It was both thick and long. Realistically styled with veins and proper looking glans on it. I rubbed it slowly against her pussy, coating it with her wetness, then slowly eased it deeply inside her. It was a bit big for her but it slid in easily once I'd given her a chance to stretch a little. I pushed it slowly inside as far as it would go without resistance. Removing the clit cup again I began to gently lick around her clit. Soft gentle lapping around and beside it. Avoiding the tip... for now. As I concentrated on my licking I firmly grasped the protruding end of the dildo and pulled it, very slowly, almost all the way out then, twisting it back and forth, back in again.

I was, unsurprisingly, becoming very aroused. But with one hand spreading her labia apart, and the other holding the dildo I couldn't do anything other than concentrate fully on licking her clit. Constantly circling it. Faster  then slower. Her breathing was becoming quite laboured and I could tell she was almost ready to cum once more. I started sliding the dildo in and out a little faster as I took her clit between my lips and started to suck on it. The tip of my tongue darting onto the very tip making her jump each time I touched it; as if from an electric shock. He pussy was making lewd squishy noises as the dildo plunged in and out.

I toyed with the idea of stopping at that moment. To watch her writhe with unfulfilled lust. But then decided that it would be more fun to make her lose herself in another orgasm instead. So I pushed the dildo fully in as far as it would go and went to town on her clit with my lips and tongue. Licking it in fast swirls, sucking and gently biting on it. She started to violently struggle but all to no avail. I felt the shudder of another orgasm pulse through her and listened to her deep earthy groan as her thighs trembled. Her eyes went up inside her skull so all I could see was the whites. Her body slumped against the ties. Complete relaxation. Her breathing was deep and regular.

I stopped the clock at 40 minutes left and considered if I should play with my now rock hard cock while waiting for her to recover enough to go again. I thought it through and decided the arousal would make me more inventive. It was very frustrating though. So I made some coffee and waited, plotting....

TC4 -- continued

After about 10 minutes the subject began to stir. First wriggling her bum where the big metal hook had been pulled in by the weight of her head on the strap as she hung there. Then some struggles as she remembered how she was bound with her legs lewdly spread apart.

The nipple and clit suction machine had been doing its work all this time and I could see that her nipples in particular were now quite distended and reddened. So I thought they would be the perfect place to start the next phase.

Switching the clock back on I swiftly pulled all the suction cups off, making her jump. Her nipples were really very swollen and elongated into the shape of the suckers. I very gently took them between my thumbs and forefingers and twisted them a little from side to side, then pulled on them, enough to make her body swing back and forth. Then held them still, letting the inertia of her swing do the job for me.

The severe ball gag held in by her head harness did its job superbly. Only allowing the most minute of high pitched squeals to escape. I squeeze a little harder... twisted a little further. Just to see if she was going to squeal some more.

I next picked up the wartenberg wheel and walked behind her. I pressed it onto the sole of her right foot and rolled it up and down. Her foot first of all curled, then she started to try to wriggle it away. So I switched to the other foot, then back again, before rolling the spiky device up her inner thighs, then up and over her hips and across her rib-cage on both sides. The little red dents from the spikes looked quite deep, but never actually broke the skin. I switched attention to her breasts that were hanging down so delightfully. Rolling the wheel underneath them then around and over her tender auriolae. This was obviously not the kind of treatment she was used to. I could see some fading pale lines where her breasts had been whipped in the past. She wasn't used to discomfort without severe pain. It was maddening for her.

I put some nipple clamps on her, and tightened them down so they wouldn't slip off. Then I hung some lead weights to stretch out her nipples. This made them look even larger than they had already. While they were stretched out like that I used an "inverse pliers" device to place very tight and small rubber bands onto the base of each nipple. The bands weren't so tight as to stop blood flow, but they would trap some blood at the tip of her nipples making them ultra-sensitive, and they would be difficult to remove.

I took some delight in spending a few moments nibbling her nipples and breasts and listening to her attempts at screaming when I gently bit them.

Looking at the table once more I noticed a bunch of bamboo skewers of the type used at barbecues and the like. I picked up a handful and spent a happy ten minutes using their sharp points to prod and poke her feet, breasts, armpits and bottom. They left clusters of dents not unlike the wheel's, just more of them.

I could tell that the constant struggling and writhing was starting to tire her now. There were 15 minutes left on the clock. Time for some more orgasmic torment I thought.

Before beginning I lowered her cross down so she was now at waist height. I disrobed and, standing where she could see me, rolled a condom onto my erection. I felt as if I'd had an erection for days and that my balls were the size of grapefruit. I saw her eyes widen a little but couldn't tell if it was from fear, or lust, or just because it wasn't as big as she was hoping for.

Just to get her attention I walked behind her, between her legs, and started pulling and pushing the anal hook. She started to swing back and forth, and her nipple weights did too, anti-phase to her swings. On one of the back swings I held my cock against her vulva and just let her swinging slide me inside. It felt so warm!

I knew I probably wouldn't be able to last very long but it felt so good as she swung back and forth along my hard erection. I picked up the suede flogger and started using it gently on her back. It barely left a mark at first but gradually started to turn her back pink and warm. Each time it hit her I could feel her vagina tighten.

I grabbed her hips and stopped her swinging. Just stood there with my cock still inside her. She mumbled something and tried to gyrate her hips but I wasn't allowing any movement.

Instead I picked up the massager again, held it firmly against her clit and switched it on at low speed. She tried to wriggle some more and her vaginal muscles started to flutter around me. She was so hot inside!

Reaching forward I brushed my fingertips against the nipple weights, before upping the speed of the vibrator. She was trying so hard to hump me I thought she would probably have pulled muscles for a few days after this!

I very slowly pulled my cock out an inch or two, then just as slowly pushed it back in as far as I could. I could feel the tip of my cock brushing against her cervix. She was squeezing so tightly now!

Pushing the vibrator speed up to maximum I pressed it against the very tip of her clitoris and started slowly thrusting my cock in and out. I picked up the pace a little and moved forward so her weight would pull her back onto me after my thrusts pushed her away. She was gasping for air and a mewling sound escaping from behind the gag. I could tell she was getting close now. I used my other hand to wiggle the balled-hook in her arse and could feel it pressing against my cock inside of her. This seemed to push her over the edge and she started to cum with a guttural moaning sound.

As soon as I heard that I quickly reached down and removed both nipple clamps and started thrusting as fast as I could. So fast that it took only seconds for me to cum too! When I removed the clamps her vagina literally clamped down tightly on my cock. I came so hard my knees almost went out from under me. I stood there panting for a while, stroking her rubber-banded tits as I regained my breath. She was placid but every now and then gave a kind of spastic jerk as if the orgasm was sending aftershocks through her nervous system.

My cock started to soften, so I pulled out. The condom was as full as I've ever seen, or even dreamed. I carefully removed it and emptied it onto her still reddened back, massaging and spreading the sperm all over.

The clock had only 30 seconds remaining. I kissed her on the cheek but wasn't sure if she was conscious enough to notice. Then I undid the latch that kept the spring loaded cross spread open and closed it back, before lowering her back into the trunk beneath her.

Then I locked it shut.



Role Reversal



"I know that. I'm pretty lucky."

"You are lucky," she said, "and I'm nervous." 

"Why's that? A sexy lady like you nervous around a man who'd do anything to have her?"

"Really? Anything?" 

"Yeah, I'd do whatever you asked." 

"So, if I told you to take off your clothes, you'd do that? And you'd remember the rules?"

"Like no touching? It might drive me crazy, but I like crazy. If that's the price I'll pay it. Really, I don't see a big downside."

"Start with your shirt."

He obliged her, unbuttoning his short sleeved Oxford shirt. He didn't quite do a striptease, but he did take his time. He was big, with broad shoulders and a thick torso, not athletic, but strong like a working man. She liked what she saw, although she found that making him display himself for her was nearly as embarrassing as it was erotic. His shirt off, he paused to look at her directly, almost as if he were daring her to make the next move. His eyes flickered between hers and her breasts, and her embarrassment spiked. She was sure he wanted to see her breasts, and part of her ached at the idea of showing them. That was a line. "Not yet," she thought.

To cover, she spoke boldly, acknowledging his desire, while maintaining control, although it felt to her like tenuous control. "This isn't about reciprocity. Take off your pants."

With a smile, he unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans. He stepped out of them and stood in his socks and briefs, the outline of his erect cock clear to see. The line was a little closer. 

"Not bad," she thought, although the socks looked ridiculous, and would look even more so if took off his briefs first. 

"Take off your socks."

He leaned on the bed post to remove his socks, moving with masculine physical confidence even in this small act. 

"Now the underwear." 

He peeled his briefs down from the waistband, bending at the waist to drop them to the floor. The sight of his cock made her resolve to continue waver. Then she became a little angry. Her husband's fantasy was about to put their marriage on the block, making her act out something she would never otherwise do. It wasn't just the idea of adultery. Sex could be a mere physical act, she was sure, although it never had been for her. It went deeper than that, to the heart of how she behaved sexually. She had to think more, to grasp her growing understanding of the situation. Time, she needed time. No line had yet been crossed. 

She said. "You just pissed. Go back and wash."

"I washed my hands."

"Yeah, I heard that. Now go wash your cock. Be thorough. Take a quick shower."

He returned to the bathroom and turned on the shower while she thought about her sexual role. "Fuck," she thought, "I have his permission." She became angrier. "Fuck permission -- he wants me to do this." But permission, and even more than permission, knowing this was what her husband wanted, wasn't all she needed. She thought she could reconcile this night with her marriage. Even with all the potential for unexpected jealousy, she was sure her husband would be able to as well. 

It was her nature she found it harder to reconcile with. She was rarely the sexual aggressor. Her husband initiated sex nearly all of the time. In fact, that was true of all her lovers. Being propositioned felt good. Even in her long marriage, it made her feel desired. Her husband seemed to enjoy taking charge anyway. He didn't ask so much as tell her that he wanted to fuck. He told her what to do when they were intimate. He often fucked her roughly, mounting her from behind and smacking her ass or pulling her hair. They hadn't always been like this, but had found they both liked fucking this way. Submitting to his strength made her pussy wet faster than gentle, loving foreplay. And it was self-evident that he liked to have his way. But tonight, her husband had guided her into submitting to a role reversal. She had to be the aggressor, had to control this man, to tease him memorably, and ultimately to satisfy him, all in a way that kept him from turning his strength on her. 

They had agreed to rules, at her insistence. She would not let him touch her sexually. This was her idea, which she suggested as a way for her to maintain a sense of faithfulness to her marriage. If he was not pleasuring her, if any pleasure she received was incidental, she would solely be acting out her husband's fantasy for his satisfaction, and she could rationalize that she was remaining faithful. 

Her husband had not liked the idea initially. He would have liked to know how his wife had enjoyed the other man's touch. But she had been persuasive. 

"Honey," she had told her husband, "if I'm doing that much with a man, I'm going to want him to touch me too. My pussy will be sopping. It won't be easy for me to say no if he wants to push the issue." 

Her husband liked hearing that, enjoying that it suggested his wife was sexual enough for there to be a conflict between her values and her desires. His cock hardened and the word "slut" came into his mind. He liked that word, although he knew she did not. Was there any complimentary word that conveyed the idea of a sexually driven woman? He didn't think so, although "courtesan" suggested at least some status. In that vein, he loved the thought that she was so skilled as to be able to tease a man over the course of an evening, to pleasure him well enough that he would willingly delay his orgasm -- something he could easily enough claim at any point -- until she chose to give it him. And if that made her as horny as he hoped it would, so much greater the value to him of her staying in control. 

She understood his thinking, although to her it seemed like armchair quarterbacking. The risk to her was real. The game was to deny this man satisfaction for as long as possible, while keeping him at as great an erotic pitch as she could. He would have to always believe she would make him cum. What if he lost faith, or patience, and turned from date to rapist? Try as she might, there was no way for her to know exactly what would be in his mind, and in fact, any control she had over him depended entirely on abstract cultural rules which men broke every day. And feminist definitions be damned, would it in fact be rape if the man she so teased lost control and did to her what she would herself want? And if she were so raped, would that violate her wedding vows? It depended on what "No" meant, and she wasn't sure how persuasive she could be.

The mind bending did not end at the rules, but followed through in the definitions. And in the end, it was those definitions that allowed her to play hide and seek with her marriage vows. Over time, she had embraced her sexual submissiveness to her husband, as he embraced his dominance. These had become their intimate identities, roles that their closest friends would have found surprising. In fact, until their relationship had incrementally adopted those definitions, she would not have believed it was possible. Outside their bedroom, she was anything but submissive. Tonight would be her greatest submission to her husband, committing an act that took her beyond what had been her limits. With that realization, it fell into place. She even appreciated the irony that her submission would occur through her playing the dominant role and controlling this man now showering in her bathroom. 

When he came back out, she said, "Stop." He did. "Good. Turn around, let me get a good look."

He obliged. She assessed him, inching closer to the line that no longer scared her. Not skinny, not fat. Chest hairy enough to be masculine without being gross. She was glad he didn't shave his pubic hair -- that little boy look was a turn off. Nice cock, circumcised, not too big or small, but hard, definitely hard. 

She felt confident enough to step up to him and drag her fingernails down his chest, his belly, coming so close to his cock he must have been about able to feel the air move. He gasped, then reached to touch her breast. She grabbed his hand and said with authority, "No. You don't get to touch me. This is over if you do."

He pulled back his hand and said, "Sorry."

Again, his backing down reassured her. The line was uncrossed, and she meant to keep it that way until she chose the moment. Competing with that control was the desire to look into his eyes and say, "Touch me. Squeeze my nipples so it hurts down to my pussy and I faint from the sensation." But understanding her role now, she closed her eyes until that desire passed and instead said, "Lay down. Face down". 

He complied. It was summer, and there was no blanket on the bed. He was lying on a clean sheet. It must have felt cool and smooth against his chest and his cock. She knelt on the bed next to him and started to rub his shoulders. She wanted a sense of his body, wanted to know it more intimately, more gradually. He had powerful shoulders, and she pinched the muscles hard in her hands. He groaned a little. "Do you like that Sailor?"

"I do," he said into the pillow.

She thought, "Sailor? Why did I call him Sailor?" It had just come out. It did make her feel better. Maybe the absurdity of pretending to be a dock-side whore gave her perspective. Maybe she just needed to give him a name that she hadn't known him by before.

She swung a leg over him and straddled his ass, putting a toe on the line. With her hands on his shoulders, she ground her pelvis against his ass, her movements making him fuck the mattress. She thought about how the friction from the cotton sheets must be warming his cock. She sat up, reached inside her blouse and unclasped her bra, removing it while leaving on her blouse. She wanted to feel the cloth of her blouse against her nipples, like he was feeling the sheet against his cock. A violation of the rules perhaps, but a technical one. He was not pleasuring her. She was doing it to herself, masturbating in essence. Her husband never minded her masturbating, encouraged it, in fact. And if you came right down to it, they were her rules, and hers to break if she chose.

She tossed the bra to the pillow by his head, wanting him to know what she'd just done. Then she put her hands back on his shoulders and rhythmically ground against him as if she were fucking his ass. The sensation of his ass against her clit and her pussy through her panties was delicious. She thought she might cum. Both she and her husband had cum in this position, although rarely. He was enjoying it, judging by the sounds he made, and she was pretty sure she had begun to cross the border. 

She didn't do this for long. It was torture for her, making her long for her husband's cock, making her doubt her ability to follow the rules. And, she was worried he'd cum from the friction. It surprised her to realize she was enjoying the scene too much to end it that soon. She stopped grinding and lay down on his back, feeling her breasts against him through the thin cloth, knowing he would be enjoying her softness on his back. 

"Are you having a good time, hon?" 

"Oh, fuck, yeah," he said. 

"Good. You're mine tonight, and you're going to remember that." She started kissing his shoulder where it met his neck, a spot her husband loved on her. Gradually, she began to bite him there, sucking his skin into her mouth until he groaned and she had left a deep, purple bruise just below the collar line. Her husband did this to her regularly, saying he was marking her as his own. She relished that, his control, the pain that he would push to almost unbearable limits, and afterward, the warmth of the angry mark. Days later she would catch a glimpse in the mirror and begin to moisten. Once in a while, he would bite her shoulder that way as he worked his cock into her ass, marking her and possessing her at one time. This drove her wild, for she had to concentrate on relaxing her ass while he penetrated her, but his mouth on her shoulder occupied almost all of her senses. 

Biting and marking this man's shoulder was intoxicating, and she began to understand the power her husband enjoyed when he pinned her to the bed and bit her nearly to the point of bleeding. She shuddered. "God," she thought, "what's it like to actually penetrate someone with your body?" 

Slowly, she freed his flesh from her teeth. She listened to his breathing calm. "There's a souvenir for you," she said softly. "Hope your wife won't mind."

"She won't. She knows what we're doing."

"Yeah? What's she think about it?"

"I don't know. Nervous. Horny, I hope. Worried something will change in a way we can't retreat from. We've never done this before, but it's a huge turn-on. I imagine she's very wet and very distracted. I think she'll want to fuck later."

"Good. I hope she fucks you until your cock is raw and it hurts to go on. She should cum ten times to your one. You should pay for putting her through this. And honestly, I want to make you pay a little too."

"Yeah, I owe her for this. And what you've done so far has been amazing. Do what you want."

"Oh, I will. And you'll let me."

She kissed him lightly on the neck, exhaled her warm breath in his ear, and sat up. She began to run her fingernails lightly down his back, almost tickling him. She laughed when he jumped away. 

"Lay still, Sailor." 

His back was amber in the candlelight, except for the large bruise she'd left. She liked seeing her mark on him. She drew her fingernails slowly and sharply down his back, and again, watching welts grow from her hands as he writhed and gasped. The erotic power of hurting him this way brought on dizziness, as well as a warmth and pleasure in her clit and pussy. She leaned forward and grasped his shoulders hard until it passed. 

"Stay put," she said. She went to the bathroom, sat to pee, and removed her panties. Pissing was a relief. Her full bladder had become a distraction as she bore down on him. Going back into her bedroom, she paused at the door. He had not moved, laying on the bed, face down, lightly grinding into the sheets. Her bra still lay to one side of his head. 

Kneeling on the bed, she straddled him once more, this time rubbing her bare pussy against his ass. Was this across the line? There was no possibility of penetration. Couples danced with others, slowly and flirtatiously, breast to chest, sometimes groin to groin, and the only differences were the safety of being in public and a couple of layers of cloth. In any event, this was not against the rules. It felt good, but she was doing it to him. 

"Um hmm. I'm pretty wet right now. Can you feel that?"

He said softly, "I can." 

Moving to the bed next to him, she felt his ass with her hand. Under her touch, he tightened the muscles, then loosened them. She cupped the cheeks, then ran a finger down the crack from top to the base of his balls, lingering a little at his asshole. "You like that?"

"Yeah." He sounded winded. 

She continued stroking his ass, absently now, wondering at herself. She shook her head, just a tilt, thinking, "I'm definitely over the line now. What's to lose?"

"Sailor, you ever have a lady finger-fuck your ass?"

"Only one."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I think I'd like doing it. Open the drawer. There's some KY just inside."

He handed it back to her, and she placed a large dollop on her middle finger. "Relax, Sailor."

She stroked the outside of his asshole with her lubed finger, then slowly began to work it inside, pushing first at one side, then the other. He lay still at first, then pushed back against her. When her finger was all the way in, she leaned on him, pushing him down on the bed. The bump of his prostate was under her finger, and he moaned when she rubbed it. 

"You liking this, hon?"

"Oh, God damn, yes." 

With her left hand, she reached under him, feeling for his cock. She found it, felt it oozing from her massage of his prostate. His cock in her hand erased any doubts that she had crossed the line into the rabbit hole of her husband's fantasy. With a smile she thought, "If this is what my husband wants, I guess I'm good with it." She finger-fucked his ass for a long time, felt him loosening up and finding a rhythm. In the end, she had three fingers in him and he had soaked the sheets.

He groaned loudly, and she said, "What do you want, Sailor?"

"God, I am ready to cum. Please make me cum."

"You want to cum," she said, while thinking, "I have never wanted to cum more in my life." 

"Why should I make you cum? Aren't you having fun now?"

"Christ, yes, but, shit, no one has ever made me this horny."

"So, you're really horny and you think I should make you cum."

"Yes."

She pressed down on his prostate, while running the well-lubricated fingers of her left hand around the head of his cock. "I think maybe I should just send you to your wife like this, with a stiff cock and slippery ass, and see what she says. Do you think she'd make you cum?"

He couldn't answer. "Oh, oh, God, I don't know. Shit. Oh."

She leaned down to whisper in his ear. Her nipples brushed against his back through her blouse and sent a tingle down his spine. "Tell you what Sailor. You don't deserve to cum because of what you're doing to your wife. But I will make you cum anyway because the sooner I do, the sooner my husband will fuck me. My pussy is soaking wet from doing this to you, and I'm aching to feel his cock. I've never been bad like this before, and making you cum will be really bad. It's my gift to him, because the worse I am, the rougher he'll want to fuck me. So yeah, I'm going to make you cum. But not quite yet. Roll over Sailor." She pulled her fingers from his ass to ease his movement.

Instead of focusing on his cock, she moved up his torso and took a nipple in her mouth. She sucked it hard, feeling the small bud of it harden. She bit it lightly, then harder, and stopped when she judged the timbre of his moan meant real pain. Teasing him like this was driving her crazy, and the moisture was oozing from her pussy.

"Yeah, I'll make you cum, Sailor. That was the deal. First though, I'm going to give you a taste of what you can't have."

With that, she stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. She took it off, and he said, "You have beautiful breasts."

"Yeah, and you can't touch them. I'll bet you want to squeeze them and suck my nipples, don't you?" 

"I'd love to."

"My husband does whatever he wants with my tits." She pinched her nipples, hard, feeling the sensation running down her belly. "I love it when he slides his cock in between them. Sometimes he fucks my tits until he cums on them, or he'll tit-fuck me until he's about to blow, then he moves up and cums in my mouth. I love it when he cums in my mouth, uhmm. Think about my tits all you want, but don't get near them if you want to cum."

She stood up, unbuttoned her skirt, stepped out of it and her panties. "I bet you'd like to get some of this, too, wouldn't you?" She was wearing thigh high stockings, but those she left on. Stepping close to the bed, she turned slowly to give him a view of her ass and her pussy. 

"Yeah."

"Too bad it's my husband's. He gets to fuck my pussy, and my ass, too, if he wants. It fills me up when he does. Sometimes I ask him to just fuck me hard, to use me and cum in my ass. I'll bet you'd like that." 

He nodded.

"But you're going to get my hand tonight, maybe my mouth, if you're good. You want to cum in my mouth?"

"Oh, yeah," he gasped.

"It's been a long time since anyone but my husband did that, but you keep your hands to yourself, Sailor, and I might just make you do that."

Then she straddled his belly, careful to keep her pussy just beyond his cock. "No touching," she said, though having the head of his cock an inch from her pussy was killing her. She wanted nothing more than to push back and feel him fill her up, and ride him through the orgasms that were right there ready to pop.




Role Reversal



Instead, she leaned forward and caressed his face with her hanging breasts. Her nipples tingled from touching his lips, and his cheek was warm and smooth against the sides of her breasts. She could feel the roughness of his eyebrows on her nipples, his breath, the coarseness of his slight razor stubble. He behaved, and neither touched nor kissed, although both of them wanted that. She held his arms over his head, moved up and rubbed her pussy on his chest, his chin, until she could feel his breath on her. "No touching, Sailor. But don't you want to?"

"I want to bury my mouth in you, taste what I'm smelling."

"That's too bad, isn't it? Can't have the taste of my pussy in your mouth when you kiss your wife, can you?"

With that, she squatted slightly, sliding her wetness across his mouth and nose before moving off him and to his side. 

"Oops. Guess you'll have to wash your face before you go to bed tonight."

She reached down to her pussy, moistened her fingers, and started stroking his cock. "How's that feel, Sailor?"

"Good. Oh, it feels good. And I love seeing you naked. You're so sexy. I don't know the last time I was this horny."

"That's sweet of you. You might just get to feel my mouth on your cock. Would you like that?"

"Ah, yeah. Please."

"Let me see you play with yourself first. You like to play with yourself, don't you?"

"Yeah."

She moved to the bed beside him again, and watched as he began to masturbate. He held the skin near the head of his purple and oozing cock, and rolled it up and down over the rim. His hips moved.

"What do you think about when you do that?"

"I'll be thinking about tonight from now on." 

"I'll bet you could make yourself cum like that."

"It wouldn't take long."

"I bet not. But I won't make you do that. I want to suck your cock. I want to see if you taste different than my husband usually does. He cums so hard when I suck his cock. Ask me." 

"Please, suck my cock. Make me cum in your mouth."

She moved down between his legs and looked him in the eyes as she ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the head. "Mmm, you're nice and hard. I like a hard cock."

With one hand around the shaft, she engulfed him in her mouth, relishing the hardness and salty taste. She alternated between roughness and softness, scraping her teeth over him then twining her tongue around the head, and twisting her hand around the slippery shaft. She changed pace when she felt him nearing orgasm. When she was ready, she released him from her mouth. She continued stroking his cock with her hand while she looked him in the eyes and said, "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to feel your cock get harder right before you do, then I want to taste your cum." And then she wrapped her lips around him, sliding over the head, past the sensitive rim, all the way down until her nose was buried in his hair. She pulled up, and worked him hard and harder until he got harder and came and came. When he finished, she slowly pulled her mouth off him, cleaning his cock as she went, making him writhe until the last instant. 

He caught his breath and said, "Oh my God. That was amazing." 

"Yeah," she said, caught between exhaustion and unbearable horniness, wanting either to just lay her head on her husband's chest, or better, for him to fuck her, hard, mercilessly.

***************

She waited for her husband to come into the room, her belly a nest of nerves. She had dressed again, as she'd been for dinner. When he walked in, he looked hard at her and said, "Well?"

"It was difficult. I almost couldn't do it. It felt like I had to change who I was. Then I got mad at you for wanting me to do it, and that made me want to hurt you and fuck you at the same time. So I teased him and scratched his back until he was almost bleeding and left huge welts. I marked his shoulder like you do to me. Then I fucked his asshole with my fingers. I took off my clothes and teased him with my tits and my pussy and I so wanted him to fuck me. I sucked his cock. I swallowed his cum, and oh my God, did he cum a lot."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

He closed the distance between them in two steps. Her blouse tore open under his hands, the buttons making clicking sounds as they hit the floor. The bra followed, pinching her and pulling her off balance before giving way. It hurt, and surprised her, and she squealed before he threw her down and lifted her skirt. His nails dug into her breast, while with his other hand he grabbed her panties and pulled violently. She gasped as they tightened across her back and between her asshole and pussy and they stretched long before they tore and then he was driving his familiar cock into her pussy. She was ready for him, wet with anticipation. He held her shoulders and fucked her brutally, taking away her breath. When he came, it was with a sound close to a bellow and with his cock thrust deep, deep inside her. He collapsed on her, chest heaving against her breasts. As his breath calmed, she reached around him, working her hands under his shirt to stroke his back. She felt the welts from earlier and said, "Hey, Sailor, I didn't hurt you, did I?"