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Our New Life

By: susurrus



Our New Life Chapter 1: How it began


Hi. You can call me Alex. All my life, I'd been highly sexed. I thought about it a lot. I was interested in many aspects of sensual pleasure, but they all were based in conventional roles. You know: oral, anal, straight fucking, that sort of thing. As I've gotten older, my attitudes have changed quite a bit. I still love the "straight" thing, but the past few years, I've become interested in other things, as well. The one who really broadened my horizons sexually was my wife, Michelle.

Our sex life had been pretty conventional, up to about a year ago. Being as horny a guy as I am, that means there was not nearly enough of it, but I will admit that when our sexual paths did converge, it was wonderful. Now, our sex life is a vastly different relationship than it started out. It has improved things, I think, for both of us.

As I said, Michelle changed our sex life, and it was in a manner which I hadn't really given much thought to. 

One morning, I woke up to find Michelle not in bed with me. I got up and looked around the house, and found her sitting in front of the computer. Peeking over her shoulder, I discovered she was looking at a bondage site, at some woman, blindfolded, bound hand and foot with a cock in her mouth. Now, I'd noticed that occasionally when she was on the internet, Michelle would look up these sites. I didn't really know why she did, but I'm an open-minded guy, if she wanted to look at this stuff, fine with me. 

I could tell that Michelle was embarassed to have been "caught" looking at this. However, she didn't try to cover up that she was looking at it, either. And the thought of her sitting there looking at porn was arousing in itself, since Michelle has admitted that she's not a voyeur, so images of things sexual normally don't do a lot for her. This, though, apparently interested her. 

Reaching out, I started to rub her shoulders while she sat at the desk, the sexy image still on the screen. Slowly, my hands worked their way around to her breasts (she had been sitting at the computer in the nude). As I slowly caressed her lovely tits, I asked her, "I've noticed you looking at this bondage stuff lately. What's the fascination?"

After a moment's hesitation, she got up from her chair and said, "Let's talk about this in the bedroom."

Michelle led me into the bedroom, lay down on the bed, then motioned me to join her. I lay down next to her, and she snuggled up close to me. 

We lay there for a few minutes, not talking. Michelle was trying to work up the courage to tell me something, though I couldn't think what it might be. Finally I said, "It's okay. Just tell me."

Still, Michelle hesitated, then worked up the nerve to speak. "I want you to tell me what to do."

"What?"

"Sexually, I mean."

I was a little surprised, but aroused, too. "And what brought this on?" I was starting to get really hard.

She swallowed, then plunged on ahead. "I've wanted it since I was young. I was reading *Old Yeller* (By Fred Gipson. Yes, it was a book before Disney got their hands on it), and there was a scene where some indians tied a girl up, naked, and threw her over a horse and took her away. It turned me on a lot. I'd never masturbated or orgasmed before then."

I was hopelessly hard by this time. I wished I could have seen her then. But still, part of me didn't know what she was getting at. I stayed quiet, letting her tell the story at her own pace. 

"As I got older, I kept it to myself. After all, 'good' girls don't have such thoughts. Besides, big women are supposed to be the pushy ones, always trying to be in charge. I've been waiting for someone I can trust enough to tell this to, and maybe do this for me." She hesitated. "I hope you're not disgusted. I love you and I couldn't bear that."

I didn't know for sure what to say. Disgusted? Not in the least. Stunned? Undoubtedly. Here was one of only a few - what I considered extreme - aspects of sexuality that I hadn't really paid much attention to. However, my thoughts of its extremity stemmed from my ignorance of what it really entailed, or could entail. Now, here was my wife saying it was something she had been waiting almost thirty years for. I thought about it for a few minutes. Michelle stared at me with a frightened look in her eyes. I could tell she was afraid she'd destroyed our marriage. 

"Suck my cock."

Michelle hesitated for a second. I think she was waiting for me to yell at her, to tell her how repulsed I was by having such a slut for a wife, to tell her I wanted a divorce immediately, anything but what I'd just said. She had prepared herself for rejection so well, that my acceptance was more of a surprise than my condemnation would have been. But, that lasted only a moment, and she crawled down and swallowed my hard cock right down.

Now, my wife had given me head before, in fact, she's very good at it, but this was a blowjob to put the others to shame. She sucked and licked my dick with a joy and enthusiasm that I hadn't seen in her for a long time. The power rush was so intense, I nearly came when she *started* her work. I don't happen to be a power hog, but this aspect of the power trip was something I could definitely get used to. The thought of someone doing something like this just because you told them to was almost as good as the sex itself was. This was every male's adolescent fantasy: to have a woman who will drop and suck you off at your merest whim.

I fought really hard not to cum too quickly, though I really love shooting into Michelle's beautiful mouth. I wanted this to last, and didn't want the down time that cumming this soon would cause. 

Eventually, Michelle stopped her work on my cock, and something in me said I should scold her for stopping before I told her, but I didn't know how far to take it. I'm usually a really nice, easygoing guy, so being strict is kind of tough for me. I knew I would do the best I could for my wife in this, however.

So, next, I told Michelle, "I'm going to eat you, but you are not to cum. Orgasms are now mine. Whether they're cock orgasms or pussy orgasms, they're all mine." I reached out to her nipples and gave them a good tug. "These nipples are mine, these tits are mine." I reached down and cupped her pussy in my palm. "This is my pussy. You now have nothing. It is all mine. Tits, pussy, ass: mine. And subsequently, all orgasms are mine. I may let you touch My pussy, or tell you to pinch My nipples or squeeze My breasts, but remember, any orgasms are mine to give out." 

Breathlessly, chest heaving, Michelle nodded. "Okay."

My wife now looked at me from the top edges of her eyes, since her chin was slightly tucked down into her chest in a natural bow of submission. She fell into this very easily. Apparently she really *had* been waiting for this day. At the moment, I could tell she was looking to me for her next move. 

Now came the hard part. I was now the one on the spot. You ever notice how you can always think up things right and left when you don't have any pressure on you, but when someone actually puts you up to making up your mind, it goes blank? Well, that's where I was at that point. There were a hundred different things I wanted my wife to do, but to come to one single one, not yet. I was still a little overwhelmed; I wasn't sure how far to go with this. I knew I didn't want to whip or humiliate her, but to whittle down what I *did* want her to do was the hard part.

Finally, I told her, "Pinch My nipples, play with My tits." She reached up and grabbed her gorgeous nipples and gave them a tremendous tug, accompanying it with an ecstatic moan. My cock throbbed. The power of this situation was almost too much, but it wasn't so much that I didn't enjoy it.

Michelle squeezed and pinched her beautiful breasts, putting on a fabulous show for me, and something else occurred to me.

"One other thing, baby." I reached down to her pretty pussy. "From now on, this is a 'pussy' or a 'cunt'. I know you don't necessarily care for that second term, but from now on, you won't use such boring, clinical terms as 'vagina' or the like. This is mine," I rubbed her clit a little for emphasis, "and I have either a 'pussy' or a 'cunt'. Got that?" 

She quietly said, still rubbing her breasts, "Okay."

I grabbed her bountiful tits and gave them a hard squeeze, eliciting a moan of delight from my new sub, and told her: "And these, my gorgeous girl, are 'tits'." Another moan of pleasure burst from Michelle's mouth.

"You enjoy being thought of as a sex object? You like these new terms for what are now *my* most intimate bits?"

One of her hands replaced mine on her breast as I backed off a little, and the other reached down into her juicy pussy. "Yes. These are your tits, this is your cunt." Her breath was becoming ragged, she apparently liked this very much. "Please, may your cunt cum?"

Without hesitation, I said, "No, I'm not ready for that yet. Keep doing what you're doing, though."

I sat back as my fabulously gorgeous wife continued her rather frantic manual work on her clit and breasts. It was pretty obvious that she was conflicted over obeying me, or obeying her body, and her body was barreling toward a crashing cum. She managed to hold off, though, and after a few minutes I told her to stop.

Again, as I watched her vibrating, hysterically horny body try to keep from plummeting over into orgasm, I softly said to her, "Suck me."

There was no hesitation this time. She fell onto my cock like a starving lion on a steak. I still could barely believe her enthusiasm for my cock, now, but the feelings her lips and tongue gave my hard-on showed she was *really* into this.

Feeling myself rising toward another cum, but not wanting to yet, I pushed Michelle to her back on the bed and grabbed her ankles. She thought I was going to put my cock in her cunt and fuck her, but instead, I dove down and locked my mouth onto her throbbing clit. She about died. I stopped long enough to remind her not to cum, but I could tell that she was having a terrible time trying to hold back.

I raised my head and said, "Don't cum, girl. Remember, it's *my* orgasm." Then I ducked back down and sucked her clit between my lips once more.

Michelle was having a hell of a time not cumming. She was on the edge for *ages*, but I wanted to do exactly what she said she wanted me to. Part of me felt like an asshole for causing her discomfort in making her withhold her orgasm, but she said she wanted to be told what to do, and in my book, that included what *not* to do.

After several minutes, I glanced up at the clock, stood up, announced that I was hungry and that we were going out to eat.

Michelle's moan of frustration echoed through the house. Here she'd been teetering on the edge of a crashing cum for what must have seemed forever, and now I was telling her she was going out in public, still horny as hell.

I turned from her stunned, desperate look and started to get dressed. A big part of me wanted to fuck the shit out of her, but I realized immediately upon taking my new role that I had to attempt to maintain some kind of control. I reasoned to myself: if I couldn't control myself, I couldn't be expected to be able to control my sub. (Looking back on it, I think I was just making excuses to draw this experience out longer. Nothing wrong with that, is there?)

It wasn't easy stuffing my hard-on into a pair of jeans, but I was careful, and was sure to make a show of my arousal to my wife. The front of my pants bulged out obscenely, but there wasn't anything I could do about it until my cock softened. Besides, Michelle's longing look at my crotch was well worth it.

While I was pulling on a T-shirt, I looked to the bed and saw that Michelle hadn't gotten up yet.

"Going like that, are we? I'd enjoy it, but I think you'd be a little uncomfortable, and I'm pretty sure not everybody would be as appreciative as I am."

I grabbed a pair of socks out of the drawer and started for the door. When I passed by my wife, I reached out and brushed my hand against her hot, horny cunt. Of course, Michelle moaned in protest, not wanting to get up until her desperate horniness was taken care of. I left the room without looking back.

As coolly as possible (I think I was as horny as Michelle was at that point), I went to the living room, put on my socks and shoes, then simply waited. After a few minutes, a *very* shaky Michelle peeked her head around the corner to see if I was still serious about going out. Seeing me still dressed, she stepped out around the doorway so I could see that she had indeed put on something suitable for public wear. Of course, what she *had* put on wasn't much. My wife doesn't wear dresses or skirts much, but she was wearing a little slip-type dress that I don't remember ever seeing her in before. She looked very sexy, because the skirt came down just above her knees, and she'd strapped on a pair of sandals. 

Seeing that she was dressed, I got up and went to her. I pulled her in to me, and while I held her, my hands roamed her back. I was, while I hugged her, checking to see what she had *under* her dress. I felt her bra: that I could understand, her tits need all the support they can get. Slipping my hands lower, to her ass, I felt the distinct evidence of panties. 

With a slight smile, I stepped back and knelt down. A brief look of surprise, followed shortly by a guilty bow of the head told me she knew what was coming.

Michelle let out a moan when I placed my hands on either side of her thighs and slowly slid them up under her skirt. My fingers hooked around the waist of her panties and pulled down. I assumed the gasp I heard was from the sticky crotch pulling away from an extremely wet, aroused pussy.

A quick glance at her panty crotch told me that I had one *really* horny girl here! Of course, I knew *that* before I "de-pantsed" her.

Standing up again, I smiled and said, "Ready to go?"

Michelle nodded her bowed head, but said nothing. I took her face in my hands and lifted it so I could see into her eyes.

"It's alright, Baby. Do you want to quit? I'm just playing this all by ear. If this isn't what you want, please tell me."

My wife gave me a really submissive look. She hadn't stopped shaking since she came into the living room. 

"Master..." she chewed her lower lip a little. "Can I call you that? Nothing's wrong. You're doing fine. I just think I've wanted this for so long that I'm a little overwhelmed. Keep going."

I breathed a small sigh of relief that I hadn't overstepped myself. This was too fun to stop! 

Calmly, I replied, "Good. I'm glad you're enjoying this. I love you and wouldn't care to do this otherwise. I never thought of myself as a 'Master' before, but it turns me on to hear you say it. 

"Now let's go."

I took Michelle's hand and led her to the car. Once we were moving, I had her pull her skirt up a little, so that more of her legs were showing, then I told her to put her hands behind her back. I figured she probably wasn't ready for sitting there in broad daylight with her pussy on view, even in the car, so I didn't press the matter. Maybe later...

Since I considered what my wife was wearing was rather nice clothes, I went to a restaurant that sort of went with it. Every once in a while, our eyes would meet. I would smile, and Michelle's eyes would suddenly drop. Honestly, I don't remember a word of what we talked about. I'm sure we both wanted to discuss our new lifestyle, but neither of us cared to do it in such a public place.

Even though my dirty mind dreamed up all sorts of nasty things, I didn't make Michelle do anything she would have considered embarassing while we were out. We were still new enough at this, I didn't want to wreck it by going too far. We'd only been at this for a couple hours, after all. 

Eventually, our meal was over, the check paid, and we once again were on the road. Michelle was still horny, I could tell. She'd stopped vibrating, but there was still an erotic tension about her that told me she was ready for just about anything.

Shortly after leaving the restaurant, I decided, 'What the hell' and said to Michelle, "Show me your pussy." 

She looked at me for a moment, but then reached for the hem of her skirt and slid it up her legs, until her fuzzy bush was visible. A few times in the past, she'd exposed herself to me in the car, but none of those times had quite the spark they did today! Just the fact that she'd shown me her pussy in broad daylight, in a pretty public situation was arousing enough. The fact that she'd done it because I'd ordered her to was amazing!

The traffic was heavy enough that I could tell Michelle was concerned about being seen half-naked and getting in trouble. Once again, not wanting to be too much of a jerk about it, I let her cover herself again, but just barely. She looked more comfortable not having her pussy showing, but was still a little weirded out having her skirt riding so high. I didn't let it bother me. I liked the view.

Then, another thought occurred to me. "Sit on your hands." Obediently, Michelle slipped her fingers beneath her thighs, leaving her skirt just at crotch level, not exposing herself, but right on the verge.

A honk from beside us at a stop light startled us. We both looked to the right and saw a guy in a van looking over into our car and giving a thumbs up. Apparently, his proximity allowed him to see enough of the passenger side of our car for him to discover Michelle's bare legs. He appeared to like what he saw, because he was grinning broadly, but not really like some lecher. He was just enjoying the view.

Michelle's face flared bright red, and she buried her chin into her chest, clamping her eyes shut. But to her credit, she left her hands beneath her, and didn't try to cover up. 

The guy waved just before he pulled away when the light changed. I told Michelle to look up and wave back, since the man was so appreciative of her legs. She looked up a little in the direction of the van and gave a weak wave. I don't know if the guy in the van saw her or not, but I was proud of Michelle for actually having bitten through her embarrassment and acknowledging his reaction.

Michelle jumped when I placed my hand on her bare upper thigh, working my fingers into the seam between her leg and her pussy. She spread her legs a little to allow me access to her cunt, which - I discovered quickly - was soaking wet. Evidently, through her embarrassment, there was a major degree of arousal going on here.

My finger slipped easily into my wife's wet cunt, and we drove the rest of the way home like that: with my fingers sunk into her hot wetness. Michelle writhed and moaned while I fingered her, and she could hardly wait to get in the house. 

Once inside, Michelle flung off her dress, unhooked her bra and right there in the living room, panted, "Fuck me. Right now."

Well, I'd about had it, myself. I'd been so hard for so long that my cock ached something terrible. And I knew what the cure was.

"Strip me, baby."

Michelle threw herself at me, tearing at my clothes, even popping a few buttons on my shirt. She didn't even wait until my pants were completely off before she swallowed my cock down her throat. I had a case of blue balls so bad that I was afraid I'd pass out if I came in her mouth, so I pulled her up and at her pleading look, pulled her in close and kissed her deeply.

Michelle gave a squeal of surprise when I pulled her away from me and tossed her toward the couch, where she landed with a bump. Her legs immediately spread wide though, when she realized I was ready to give her exactly what she wanted.

I knelt between my wife's legs and lined my cock up with her juicy pussy hole. She was so wet, I slid into her with one single, burning-wet thrust. I started to pump slowly in and out, but Michelle had other ideas.


Our New Life



She is more than a dream of mine, and more than perfection to me.

She looks now just as she did then. Each time we look different, but somehow the same. This is our fifth life's 'reunion'. We've each experienced many more lives than five, but this is our fifth time together. We've known each other in most of our lives, but we weren't together. In the last life she was married to an engineer and had three children. She is always faithful to her man. This time I was that man. 

I feel that we were made for each other. In past lives we had been in many professions and held many jobs and positions. This time I'm a professor and she is a teacher, again. She is just as beautiful as I remembered when I'd met her in the last life. She would never leave her engineer then, but I'd asked her if, in our next life, she'd give me a kiss and get to know me better. She'd said yes, and my heart sang. Somehow I knew there would be another life, at the time, but she wasn't certain. 

Her body has always been flawless. Even after three children in the previous life, her body has shown no effect. Her tummy and breasts were as superb as they are now. In that life we'd met on the Internet, and I instantly knew she was my dream. We'd spent time talking, and enjoying our time there even though we never physically met. But, it wasn't the same. I'd asked for pictures and she'd sent them, and what pictures they were -- my heart still sings. But talking and viewing are not the same as being together. 

When she walks I listen for the angels to move aside. When she talks I learn of beauty, and the sound that angels make. When we make love I surrender. I don't know why there are so many different lives, but each time that I'm with her I try to make them perfect. I'm learning, slowly, that I can affect our future, or next, life. 

I hope, eventually, to have only her in each new life. I want to be with her always and satisfy her every dream. I'm hoping that if somehow we're together often enough that eventually I'll win the jackpot and she'll be mine forever. This would be perfection to never again have to share her.

Right now we're at the beach. She's wearing a hip length robe over her shoulders that helps to hide her luscious body from passersby and her body is enclosed only by a red bikini. Her hips and thighs are of the texture and color of cool cream. Her magnificent breasts force the bikini to constantly struggle to contain them. Her hips are like the soft undulating ocean swell experienced while sailing on the calm day after a severe storm. Her legs are perfection personified. As she turns her head back toward me, her profile takes away my breath for a moment and I'm gasping for air. She stretches an arm toward me, palm up, to grab my hand and pull me forward, toward her. Her eyes swallow my soul, and her lips cause it to lust. She takes my hand, and I feel the strength in those long fingers. I can still remember the huge engagement ring that she wore in her previous life -- and I remember the smaller wedding band.

We begin a slow run together. The bikini is doing overtime around the perfection of her hips and the enclosure of her breasts. The red of the bikini blends perfectly with the tinge of the sun-highlighted deep red coming through her long dark hair. I yearn with the vision of that hair surrounding and caressing her naked breasts, and then dipping to provide a frame for the perfection of her hips and womanhood.

We are headed for the end of the beach, and privacy of sea rocks that will shelter us from other's eyes. Before we left the car, I'd spread a creamy sun protectant across her body. I felt and tasted the beauty in all that she is. I massaged the lotion into her skin while giving special attention to those spots most affected by the sun, and those parts so special in our love. She'd closed her eyes and slowly rocked her body as I'd worked. She'd hummed softly, providing the music to inspire my efforts.

I turned and ran backwards with her; I was studying the beach behind us for a sign of anyone coming this far down. The beach seemed clear. I wanted to be absolutely alone with her. We entered the water to our waists and walked around the steep rocks to our own private beach captured between them. The sand was as white as we remembered, and the surrounding rocks as dark. We walked to the center of the beach a few yards behind the breaking waves and spread a large white blanket. I placed the picnic cooler at the rear of the blanket where we could easily reach it later. I took her in my arms and pulled her body toward me. She eagerly responded and moved against me in a return embrace. My arms opened and my hands stretched downward to cup her ass and pull her hips closer.

I slipped her robe off and let it fall to the blanket. Then, I busied myself with the three bows she'd used to secure the bikini. The material was relieved of the stress, and both parts of the bikini floated to a pile on top of the robe. Her body glistened with the satin sheen formed from minute beads of perspiration in the morning heat. The sun reflected off her breasts as they jumped from their restraints. Her nipples were large, perfect and erect. The areola of each breast was a symbol of life to come. Her tummy was softly curved and blended from hip to hip and mound to navel. I wanted to explore the sight of that soft body bronze and taste the depth of her 'inny'. 

She eagerly responded to the soft pressure my erection communicated to her body as we stood there. She took the towel from my shoulders, dropped it in a pile on the blanket and then placed her palms, fingers spread, against the small of my back. Her hands moved as she stretched the waistband, her hands entered my swim trunks, and then began the slow journey to my own ass. She pulled me closer and a soft massage began as her hips began a slow rhythmic dance against my stomach Previously, as she'd lowered her hands, she'd hooked the band of my trunks with her thumbs. Now she began the task of gently removing them.

When at last I was free, while still standing she managed to trap me in the soft spread between her thighs. I'd been erect and eager for what seemed hours. When my trunks were released and fell, I'd stepped out of them, hooked them with a toe and kicked them to the blanket. Momentarily, my cock swung in an arc and my balls flew in the opposite direction. As they returned, her legs had completed the task. It felt good, warm, at home in that softness. She reached between us and around me to cup my balls. She felt the softness of my scrotum, and the swelling in my balls. She began another motion of her hips and my cock slid, caressing her own sexuality. It felt good to feel her lips fondle me and begin the slow motion entrance to her pussy. 

I grew even harder as she worked, and the slow ache of 'blue balls' began its incessant climb into pain. Now her lips had been spread by both the action of her hips and my increased firmness. She was riding me now, and the hood of her clit was raised and being caressed by the top of my cock. She stroked me long, before each time moving to reinsert. Her body began to move faster and my own excitement was building. Somehow, she managed to completely trap me momentarily while she hopped up into my arms. As she hopped, my cock entered her, and then she settled back on it.

I was holding her on my hips, entrapped by my arms and with my hands supporting her by the ass. Her arms were around my neck and there was never a break in our kiss. She released my tongue for a moment and pulled her face away, she smiled knowingly at me, winked quickly, and again returned to a deepened kiss. She rode me the way a woman might expertly ride a mechanical bronc in a western bar, or the way a professional cowgirl would ride at a rodeo. I was rode hard and put away wet.

She climaxed again and again. At times, she'd pause while climaxing, and at other times the climax would only serve to amplify her effort. I could feel the warmth of her juices on my leg, after her last climax. I kneeled and lowered her until her bottom rested on the blanket and then I pulled away. I hadn't climaxed, although the effort to prevent it was extreme. I crawled forward, rocked her back and then pulled her feet up to contain those escaping juices. And then I plunged my face into the sweet source of that dampness. I inhaled her scent deeply, scooped her juices with my tongue and tasted the sweet water of her climax. I laved her with my tongue. I've always liked the long hair of her pussy, but this time she'd shaved it for her bikini and the lips were as smooth and sweet as the finest butter. She bent her knees as I worked and dropped the calves of her legs over my shoulders.

I ran my tongue over her and into her. Finally, I used it to pull back the hood over her clit and make slow circles around it. My lips encircled her clit and I, too, began sucking while my tongue began a practiced sensual dance around and over it. In my pleasure, I managed to take her to the pinnacle of excitement and then push her over time and again. Her body was exhausted and trembling when I released her. Her mind was overpowered by sensation and she took moments to respond.

Suddenly, she sat up and thanked me and then climbed into my lap smiling. She told me that there was one other thing I had to do before I could rest. She climbed atop me and my still erect member. She glided onto me and turned animal. She fucked me again, but this time I finally released everything I had. There was a brief moment of pain as I released, but then a cloud of passion swept through and over me. She made a wonderful, gutteral sound as my cum filled her.

The warmth of my discharge caused her to climax again. This time it was more exciting than even the totality of the marathon we'd just completed. She hugged me and I could feel the comforting contractions of her inner muscles at work. We exchanged a long, lingering kiss of mutual pleasure.

Finally, she pulled away as my cock softened, and she bent her head to clean me. 

I've spent time while she naps, to study her form. She is amazing and beautiful. She is intelligent and faithful. I love watching the swell of her breasts and tummy as she breathes. I study the curve of her ass and the rise of her mound -- those amazing things she wouldn't send me pictures of in our previous life.. The softness and lips of her womanhood cause me to hold my breath. In her sleep, she turns on one side and draws a knee up, exposing her beautiful pussy outlined by a pair of softly swollen warm smooth lips. An arm relaxes across her naked breasts. I yearn to wake her, but she needs her rest for later this day.

This is not the end of our perfect day at the shore, but it definitely started that day.



Our New Life Ch. 2



Chapter 2: My Class Reunion

Today started early. I got up about 4 AM to go to the bathroom, and when I came back to bed, I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing with Michelle's and my new situation, and how suddenly it had changed our lives - for the better, I think we'd both agree. Nevertheless, I tried. After fifteen minutes or so of flipping around in bed, trying to get comfortable enough to go back to sleep, I decided, 'screw it,' and got up. 

Fumbling around the room on my way out, Michelle asked if I was okay.

I told her, "Yeah, I just can't sleep. I didn't want to wake you with my thrashing around."

She replied, "I can't sleep either. I keep thinking about what we're doing, and I get so excited I can't keep still."

I sat beside her on the bed. "This is pretty fascinating for me, too. I've never done this before - being sexually dominant over somebody else - and I like it."

Michelle sat up. "You're sure? You're not disgusted by your perverted wife?"

I pulled her in and hugged her. "You're not perverted. Well, maybe not by *my* standards, anyway. And, I'm *far* from disgusted. If I wasn't enjoying this, I *know* I wouldn't be as turned on as I am. Hell, I'm getting excited just talking about it." I then pointed to my hard-on.

Michelle smiled at my erection, but then got serious again. "You're not doing this just for me, though, are you? You're not secretly appalled by it and are just humoring me?"

I took her shoulders and looked her straight in the face. "I'm okay with it. I'm enjoying myself. I like that I'm able to do this for you and you trusted me enough to tell me in the first place."

She looked at me like she still wasn't entirely convinced, but she nodded, then threw her arms around me. "I love you."

I returned the hug and laughed, "I love you, too."

When Michelle let go, she said, "You know, I've been thinking. Until we could get a chain or a collar or something like that for me, how about a scarf?"

I thought for a moment. "A scarf would work just fine."

Michelle bounced off the bed and started rummaging through some drawers, until she finally pulled out what she wanted. She then came back to me, handed me the scarf, then immediately fell to her knees before me.

Holy shit! The wave of erotic energy in that simple action was intoxicating. If my cock hadn't been hard already, It sure would have been after that! 

Once the rush subsided, I took the scarf and tied it around Michelle's neck. Damn, the symbolism of that single item implied more than I ever imagined possible! It was an outward sign that Michelle was serious about this, and my placing it around her neck indicated *my* seriousness about it. And neither of us was faking this. Michelle had wanted it for too long to be insincere about it, and I loved her too much to *not* want to take part in so intimate a part of her life.

The wide-eyed, almost desperate look Michelle gave me told me she was horny, had probably been so since we'd started all this. Most likely she'd come to bed that way. She wanted sex, my cock was hard, so...

"Suck me."

Michelle dove onto my hard-on without hesitation. She sucked on me with an energy I hadn't seen in her for a long time. She played with my balls while her mouth did the most amazing things to my cock. I was certainly loving this, but then I decided, "Hold just the head in your mouth. I need to think of what you need to do next."

Obediently, Michelle dropped her hands and slid up my shaft until only the head was in her mouth. She then stopped moving. Occasionally, she'd flick the head with her tongue, causing me to jump a little. She was certainly making it hard to think! 

Eventually, though, I came to a decision. Although I hated to have her take me out of her mouth, I said, "I'm going to sit down over there," I indicated a chair near the bed, "and I want you to sit back on the bed and masturbate for me. Okay?"

Michelle nodded, not taking my cock head from her mouth. Then we moved. I sat down, and my gorgeous submissive wife sat on the edge on the bed and reached for her pussy. The glistening in her crotch told me that she was *very* horny.

Michelle started rubbing her clit, and I think the sensations for her were intensified by the fact that she'd been told to. I just sat back and watched for a while, enjoying seeing my lovely wife masturbate for me. After a little bit, though, I felt the need to stroke myself.

It felt really good to masturbate myself while my beautiful submissive wife rubbed her burning cunt. So good, in fact, that it didn't take too long for me to get close.

"Baby, I'm going to cum. I'll give you a choice. You decide where you want my cum. I'll cum on you: on your pussy, your face, in your mouth, it's up to you. Not your pussy, though. I don't think I'll put my cock in your pussy today. 

"...And don't cum, yourself. Remember, that's *my* orgasm. Now, where do you want my cum?"

Michelle thought for a moment, never stopping rubbing her clit, then finally said, "I want your cum on my tits and belly, please."

I asked her a couple more times where she wanted it, mostly because I wanted to hear her say it, and suddenly, I sprayed jizz all over her beautiful tits and belly. Michelle then stopped rubbing her pussy and started smearing my juice all over her breasts, extremely aroused by the situation. I love watching her adore my body, and also her own. I think it's really sexy watching a woman touch herself.

After she had finished rubbing my sperm into her skin, I told her she could go wash up and to bring me back a cloth to clean myself with. When she had me all wiped off, I laid her back on the bed and tongued the hell out of her cunt, until she screamed out her orgasm.

Michelle was still horny, even after cumming hard, but it was getting to be time for her weekly breakfast date with a girlfriend of hers. So, she was forced to leave, still horny as hell.

I went back to bed.

I got up and out the door about 11 AM, to do some running of my own, still reeling from the way things had changed for us. While I was out, I stopped at most of the adult bookstores in the area, just to get a feel for what kind of things they may have had which pertained to our new lifestyle. The pickings were thin, unfortunately. We live in what is still a pretty conservative part of the country, as far as things sexual go, so even the porno shops reflect that fact.

When I got home, Michelle was on the bed, writing. I had asked her to keep sort of a diary about what's happening, and to not be embarrassed to write *anything*. Michelle was still very shy about all this. I don't think I've fully convinced her that I'm okay with it. I am. It turns me on more than I ever imagined. And the fact that she's so energized by it means that it is right. We both know the difference bewteen right and wrong. There are some things we just won't do. I know she wouldn't do them, and I wouldn't think to ask. As long as we both think it's right and good, and aren't harming anyone else or ourselves, it's right.

Not too long after I got home, Michelle finished writing. She asked me if I wanted to read what she'd written. What a silly question. 

I won't get into what she wrote, since most of it is private stuff that she wouldn't want me relating to others, but let's suffice it to say that it had me hard almost instantly. Only a few paragraphs in, I was shaking with erotic tension. It was brutally - and erotically - honest. I'd never known such things about my wife, but I loved her all the more for sharing them. In fact, a lot of it was the type of stuff I *wanted* to know. I knew it was a relief for her to finally get to tell someone. Michelle was afraid I'd think it was weird. After reading some of it, it just made me wish I'd been there!

Michelle came back in the room shortly after I'd finished reading. She asked what I thought. I pointed out the lump in my jeans and honestly told her it was the most erotic thing I'd ever read. It was just what I'd been looking for. 

Next, I said, "Suck my dick." Which she promptly did.

As always, her mouth felt wonderful. She worked at my cock and balls, then started to caress lower. Once I realized how good it felt, I shifted around a little to give her better access to my asshole. After tickling my tight pucker a little, she licked her finger, then pushed it in. 

God, I don't remember this happening before. She'd put a finger in my butt a couple times while jacking me off, but I couldn't recall Michelle ever having given me a blowjob and done so. After a little more position adjustment, I shot into her mouth, which she swallowed without protest.

After a short afterglow, I told her, "Go wash your hands. Then, I'll eat your pussy."

While Michelle was in the bathroom, I laid back on the bed. When she came back in the room, I said, "Sit on my face."

Now, this had never been a big thing with Michelle before. She was afraid she was going to smother me or something. This time, though, there was no hesitation. Michelle straddled my face, placing her beautiful cunt right on my mouth. I began licking and sucking on her pussy until she was moaning and howling in pleasure (not that it took long, she started as soon as my tongue touched her clit). I took her though two or three orgasms, then we took a short pause to assess how successful we'd been in satisfying her, determined she was still horny as hell, whereupon she straddled my face again and we started over.

After my lovely, submissive wife had a few more orgasms (it seemed she couldn't cum enough), we noticed the time. It was my high school class reunion and I was hoping to see some people I hadn't had any contact with since graduation.

We started to get ready to go, getting shaved (me, my face, Michelle, everything including her pussy), getting showers, then figuring out what to wear. 

Michelle originally intended on wearing a dress she'd bought recently, but came out wearing a little red thing that looked more like a long shirt than a dress. 

"Where'd you get that?" 

She looked down at herself. "I've had this for a little while. Don't you like it?"

I assured her, "It's great. I especially like its filling. But what happened to the new one you bought the other day?"

"Well, I thought: I already have this one. I just haven't worn it before. Maybe I could take the other one back. We could always use the extra money."

I said, "Whatever you think. You look gorgeous in either one. It's your choice."

Michelle then changed into the new dress, telling me, "I'll wear the red one for something else. I kind of need different hose and heels to really make it work."

I told her, "And maybe you could wear a garter belt and no panties with the red one. That would be sexy."

She blushed and bowed her head, though I could see the trace of a smile on her face. "If that's what you'd like."

As we walked out the door, I said, "You *know* it's what I'd like."

At the reunion, I ran into quite a few people I was hoping to see, friends I did a lot in school with and hadn't seen in a long time.

Michelle, of course, knew only me, so she kept relatively quiet. At one point, she got up to use the restroom, and I whispered to her before she got away, "While you're in there doing your business, I want you rubbing your clit. Get yourself to the edge, but remember whose cum it is." She smiled a little and nodded, then went on.

When she returned, I could tell she'd done what I told her. She was looking just a *little* heated (Okay, a *lot* heated. She still was horny even though she'd been orgasming most of the afternoon.). I felt my cock twitch at the sight of my darling wife's obvious (to me, at least) public arousal.

Having drunk a lot throughout the evening, Michelle had to get up twice more before we left. I made her masturbate herself in the rest room both those times, as well. Subsequently, by the time we left, Michelle was nearly screaming with erotic tension.

On the way home, I started to touch Michelle, and as I suspected, she *really* responded to my touch. At one point, I told her, "Take your panties off." (Yes, I'd let her wear panties. They were just a little G-string thing, so she was damn near naked anyway.) I didn't really know if she had enough room in the car to accomplish that feat, but to my delight, she removed them without comment or difficulty. Now, I had a bare pussy to fondle. Michelle leaned back in her seat and, since her dress buttoned all down the front, she unbuttoned her dress. Before very long, she was completely bare next to me, aside from her bra, which I had her remove as soon as possible.

This was fabulous. My wife was completely nude next to me in the car. It was dark, so she wasn't quite as self-conscious as she had been that first time, showing off her legs and *nearly* her crotch in broad daylight. Passing headlights still made her duck, which just made me chuckle.

After a while, Michelle reached over to my crotch and groped my hard-on through my pants. To help, and also to get the most of her fondling fingers, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. As I was hoping, she wasted no time taking my dick in her hand while rubbing herself. A couple of times she leaned over and took me in her mouth, but regardless how most porn stories make it sound, giving head to the driver of a car is *not* the simplest of tasks.

We arrived home, and instead of straightening ourselves, I untucked my shirt to hide my hard-on, and Michelle pulled her dress together a little so she could get out of the car. I grabbed her panties, and we walked to the front door. I think I was more afraid of being found out than Michelle was, because she seemed to walk slower than I would have expected.

At the front door, I unlocked the door, then reached down and touched my wife's clit. She moaned, then practically pushed me into the house.

We got as far as the kitchen. I don't think we said anything. We stood there and kissed for a bit, then I stepped back, unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. Michelle reached for my cock, and I gently pushed on her shoulders. She got the idea.

Kneeling, she once again sucked me. There are so many erotic sights, when you start to experience them, that you just start listing them in your mind. Another is a subservient woman on her knees loving your hard cock. After several minutes, I sat down on a chair, and had Michelle pull off my boots and pants. I then urged her gently to return to her work. She went eagerly.

I got up after a while and picked Michelle up and put her on the chair. Again I tasted her glorious cunt. Michelle climaxed a handful of times, after which she was still horny. As I've said before, I think she'd been horny since we'd started this little adventure, and it seemed that no amount of orgasms would sate her. She, nevertheless, prepared for bed. She then turned in and I sat down to record what had happened, not being quite so tired, myself.

Eventually, I came to bed. I may have slept, but I was half-awake when Michelle snuggled over to me. Now, this is nothing new, but she lowered the sheet from my shoulder and started to kiss it. Not little dry kisses, but wet, sensual ones, her tongue tickling my skin each time. After a few minutes of this, I asked her what she wanted. She told me she was still horny, and the thought of what we'd done earlier in the day and all evening was making her even hornier. She wanted to cum, and for me to put my cock in her pussy.

I didn't know if I was going to be able to give her what she wanted. Not just from a dominant standpoint, but I didn't know if my dick was up to it. See, as I was writing about our new experiences, I got so worked up, I had to take matters into my own hands. So, I had cum not too long before this, and was still pretty worn out. Besides, the orgasm at the computer was my third in less than twenty-four hours.

I told Michelle I'd put my cock in her, but she'd have to get it hard first. It took a while. But eventually, it was hard enough to make the attempt.

Michelle got on her hands and knees, and I slowly slid my cock inside. You'd think Michelle was going to die from the sensation. Her reaction was incredibly erotic. I pumped for a while, and I think Michelle had an orgasm. All I knew is that I was wearing down in a hurry. Eventually, I pulled out of Michelle's pussy and lay back on the bed. Michelle said, "I'm still horny. May I make myself cum?"

Pretty much done for already, I said sure. It was at this point that I realized just how precarious my position in this really was. I've never actually felt exhausted to the point where I didn't think I could "get it up" again, but this time... I didn't know how I'd get hard again without some much needed rest.

Michelle started to rub her clit, and I sat back on the chair where I had been that morning. While my wife pleasured herself, I took my cock in hand and started to stroke. To my amazement and delight, I started to respond. Eventually it got to the point where I had to ask Michelle, "I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?"

There was a hesitation in Michelle's answer. I think it was because she was so wrapped up in rubbing her clit that it took a little while for my question to register. After a little bit, Michelle responded, "In my mouth. I want your cum in my mouth."

I rose and placed my cock head in my wife's lovely mouth while I continued stroking. A little later I was shooting my fourth load in less than twenty-four hours. I think, since we'd started our little D/s adventure, I'd cum more often than I had in my life. Michelle, of course, being a woman, and a multi-orgasmic woman at that (oh joy!) had probably cum twice to three times as many times.

By now, though, I was *really* exhausted. Michelle, on the other hand, was still horny. She begged and pleaded with me to make her cum, to let her cum, anything. She just needed to orgasm. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't going to be able to get hard again for a while, but Michelle was the Eveready bunny.

Michelle laid back, and we tried me sucking her tits while she masturbated and me rubbing her clit and a few other things, but I was just too damn worn out, both sexually and physically, to really do the job right. I felt kind of bad about it. This is the type of woman I'd fantasized about - that I think *most* men fantasize about - a woman who almost *can't* seem to get enough sex. Now, here she was, right in front of me, and the horrible reality of anatomy reared its ugly head. Women are - much moreso than men - built to be sexual machines. Men are created with the almost constant drive for sex, but the physical aspect is constructed to fail that end. 

Michelle apologized, "I'm sorry I'm such a slut."

I told her, "You're not a slut," even though, by most definitions of the term, her behavior would definitely point in that direction. It didn't matter, slut or not, I still loved her, and do to this day. I told her, "Get yourself off if you can. I need some rest."

Michelle told me later that she fell asleep masturbating.



Our New Life Ch. 3



I hurried home from work one afternoon, so I could be sure and beat my wife home. Once there, I made a few quick preparations then changed into clothes a little more appropriate for what I had planned. Keeping an eye on the back yard, I waited for Michelle to get home.

Eventually, I heard the garage door open and saw her come up the rear sidewalk. Standing in the kitchen, I waited for the back door to open.

When Michelle opened the door, she took one step into the kitchen before she looked up and saw me standing there. What she saw must have surprised her, because she stopped short and stared at the sight before her. A look of lust entered her eyes as she took in what I was wearing. I'd changed into black jeans, black boots, a black silk shirt, and I'd let my hair out of the ponytail I usually kept it in, (for convenience's sake,) so my greying hair fell down past my shoulders. Just by the outfit, I knew Michelle figured something good was awaiting her. 

I saw my wife's weight shift, and could tell she was planning to come into the house and probably kiss me. That, however, was *not* part of the plan.

"Did I say that girls were allowed to wear clothes into My house?"

Michelle heard this, and stopped once again. I saw the flicker of understanding on her face as to how this was going to be played. Her lust-filled eyes quickly dropped to the floor, and she said quietly, "No, Sir."

I had to maintain my role now, something I've had trouble doing before. I'm usually much more easy-going, not so demanding, even when we've done the D/s thing in the past. Tonight, though, I was determined to be firm.

"Well then, girl, get out of My house and remedy that."

Lust turned to anxiety, and Michelle looked around, afraid that someone might see. That's where I had to start asserting myself more.

"Don't concern yourself with whether you'll be seen. If you don't strip right now, you can stay the night out there on the back porch. Sluts don't give a damn what the neighbors think, they just do as they're told. Now strip, slut."

The look of lust re-entered her face, followed by a swift acknowledgement of her position, followed again by submission. Slowly, Michelle put down her purse and reached for the buttons on her blouse. One by one she unfastened her top, displaying more and more of her body to me. She'd worn a plain, boring, white bra, with very little interest to it but its filling. 

Once more she started to glance to either side as she reached back to unhook the bra.

"Don't worry about the neighbors. You're not stripping for them. Now let's see those tits." She let out a big breath and released her wonderful breasts from their captivity. 

Michelle stood there, topless, on our back porch, eyes downcast in a perfectly submissive pose, hands crossed behind her.

"Are you going to stand out there all night like that? You aren't coming in My house unless you're wearing absolutely nothing." I had all the time in the world. It's easy to be cocky when you're not the self-conscious one baring yourself to - potentially - the entire neighborhood.

Slowly, Michelle unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Now all she was wearing were her shoes - no hose, thank god - and a pair of boring white panties. (Ever notice how sometimes plain cotton panties can be a real turn-on and sometimes they are the dullest thing created? Bizarre.) I thought to myself, 'We're going to have to go through your underwear drawer and see about getting you some more interesting lingerie, girl.'

My wife hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to the floor to join her skirt. Now she was naked. Her bush was now exposed, her tits were on display, and I could see the blush start at her upper chest and noticed it extended nearly to her eyebrows. She stepped out from the puddle of clothes at her feet, then started to kick off her shoes. She'd worn some nice medium-height heel shoes to work today, and I thought, 'what the hell.'

"Leave the shoes on, slut. I like the idea that you were so excited to play that you forgot to remove them.

"You are now appropriately attired. You may now enter My house." Michelle bent over to pick up the stuff she'd let fall to the floor of the porch, so she could carry it inside. "No, slave, leave that there. It's not going anywhere." She hesitated, then straightened and stepped through the door. 

I love watching naked women move. Even women who are very confident in themselves while clothed seem to move almost apologetically when that armor is removed. That near-submissive posture just gets me tingling. Michelle gingerly stepped into the kitchen, head bowed, hands crossed in front of her. She stopped just inside the door, and waited for me to tell her what to do next. Her face shot up in surprise when she saw a flash and heard the camera shutter working. Yes, I'd taken her picture. She forgot the digital camera I'd bought just before our last vacation. Apparently she never thought I'd want pictures of her nude, such is her image of herself. If only she understood how cock-stiffeningly sexy she looked at that moment...

But I had to maintain my persona... "Back into position, slut! I didn't tell you to move. If I want pictures of your nakedness, I'll get them. And leave your hands at your sides. Better yet, put them behind your head. Push those tits out at me. Good girl."

I saw Michelle tremble a little, but she slowly put her hands behind her head, then bowed her head back down. Damn literalist. "You may raise your head, girl. I want to see what kind of slutty look you can muster as you display yourself to your Master."

Michelle raised her head, gave me a saucy look, then struck a pose that nearly had me shooting off in my jeans! She looked me straight in the eye, put her hands in her hair behind her head, spread her legs and cocked one hip in a pose that looked like it came from some porn mag model. Fuck! I didn't know my normally rather-staid wife had such a streak of the slut in her! My tough-guy Dom act dissolved for a moment into the-really-fucking-horny goofball husband I usually am, and a moan of lusty delight involuntarily escaped my lips. 

A knowing chuckle came from Michelle's direction at my reaction to her slutty pose. Suddenly, she was *all* slut, silently *inviting* me to take her picture. And I did, eagerly. I snapped as many pictures of her as I could, while she struck more and more suggestive poses for me. 

Eventually, I reluctantly put down the camera and told Michelle, "That's enough pictures for now." Michelle pouted a little at that. She was apparently really getting into the modeling thing. But I needed to regain my composure: seeing her body displayed to me so erotically almost had me throwing her down and fucking her right there in the middle of the kitchen.

But, I managed to hang on to myself and regain my little Dom act. I said to Michelle, "Don't pout at me, slut. Maybe I'll take more pictures later. Right now, it's time for a spanking. You entered my house without stripping first. I won't have clothed females in my house. Come with me."

I started toward the living room, not even looking back to see if Michelle was following me. Sitting on the couch, I looked up to see my gorgeous, naked wife waiting expectantly for my order.

"Hands up," I ordered. Thankfully Michelle was enough into our little scene that she didn't throw her hands in the air like a perp in some cop show. Michelle again sexily placed her hands behind her head, and my cock jumped once more at the sight. 

Reaching out to her, I rubbed my hand across her pubic bush and felt the heat radiating from her pussy. Sliding my hand in a little further, I discovered what I suspected all along: she was soaked!

For a minute or two, I rubbed my wife's clit with my thumb while plunging two fingers in and out of her sloshy cunt. Michelle threw her head back and moaned her pleasure while I finger-fucked her, but unfortunately, the angle for me was really awkward, and my wrist started to ache. Michelle whimpered her protest when I took my hand away, but didn't say anything, she simply waited patiently for my next order.

I sat back on the couch and announced, "Spanking time. Get that ass over here."

Michelle approached me and knelt on the couch, then stretched out over my lap. I'm sure she could feel my hard-on pressing against her belly as she prepared herself for a good spanking. I just sat there and admired the sight of my naked wife laid out across my lap, waiting to get her ass warmed.

For a little while, I just caressed her butt cheeks, reveling in the power rush of her submission, listening to her purr at the gentle touch. I slipped my fingers up and down her wet pussy lips, and enjoyed the little starts she'd give at the sensation. Then, without any prior indication, I brought my hand up and slapped it back down against her waiting ass.

Michelle jumped at the sudden slap, and accompanied it with a quick, quiet cry of discomfort, followed immediately by another murmur of satisfaction. Again I caressed her ass, while I watched the pink silhouette of my hand appear on her skin. Once again I spanked her hard, this time on the other cheek, and was rewarded with a response similar to the last. 

I continued on like this for several minutes, swatting her ass good then rubbing it gently, sometimes sliding a finger across or into her hot, soaking cunt. After a little while, her butt was a nice bright shade of reddish-pink and I could feel the heat radiating slightly from her skin. 

My cock was so hard it was beginning to ache a little, and I was pretty sure I'd already leaked enough pre-cum that it'd most likely have soaked through my jeans. I was pretty sure that Michelle would have eagerly fucked me right then and there, but I managed to restrain myself yet again, and started to help her off my lap.

Michelle resisted, saying, "Please, Master, spank my naughty ass some more. I've been such a bad girl, and bad girls should be spanked till their asses are bright red. Spank me till I can't sit anymore. Please, Sir."

Well, I've always thought that the stilted language in a lot of D/s stories was pretty hokey, but I guess in a situation like this, it works. To hear my wife beg me like that, like some sub slut in a story, got me ready for round two. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and spanked her mercilessly, as hard as I could. Michelle screamed in pain and pleasure, I couldn't tell where one left off and the other began.

The doms in some of the stories I've read make their slaves remain quiet while they get "abused". Me, I like the sounds an intensely aroused woman makes. I wanted to hear every little whimper my wife made as I paddled the hell out of her ass. And she gave me what I wanted. With no more pretense as to being gentle about it, Michelle's butt cheeks went from a glowing pink hue to a screaming red. 

"Yellow!" Michelle panted. This was our safeword to slow down, but not stop the action. We'd played enough times to have worked out that much, at least. My hand was starting to hurt, anyway, so I eased up a little on the intensity of my slaps to her bare, burning ass, before slowing down and stopping.

When I stopped spanking her, I resumed caressing her flaming skin. I lowered my face to her butt and kissed the thoroughly beaten cheeks, then straightened up.

Michelle was breathing hard, and her face was damp and nearly as red as her rear was. This time, she didn't protest when I tried to help her up. She sat on her knees on the couch while she recovered, and I simply sat back and admired the sight of her sweaty tits as they shook and jiggled from her heavy breathing. I admired my own control when I *didn't* reach out and fondle her beautiful breasts, so erotically displayed in front of me. I could have, since she was my slave, and I the Master, but I was enjoying the voyeuristic aspect of the whole moment.

Once Michelle's breathing slowed, she said, "Thank you, Master. I think I came while you spanked me."

Finally, I threw control to the wind. "Well, if I made you cum, I think it only proper that you get me off, too. Take my cock out and suck me, slave."

A grin spread across Michelle's face, and she dove into my crotch with unrestrained enthusiasm. She got my belt unbuckled, my pants opened, and she was then clawing at my underwear, trying desperately to get at my stiff, drooling cock. I helped her a little in getting my jeans down, so she'd have better access to my cock and balls once she did get it out. 

In moments, Michelle's face was shoved against my pubic hair, my hard-on stuffed as deeply down her throat as she could get it. Never before had my wife taken me so deep in her mouth, or so quickly. Usually it took a few minutes for her to relax enough to get much of me in her mouth, but this time... gulp! right down the hatch!

Michelle fondled my balls a little while she settled in on her cocksucking, and I was trying my best to hold back for at least a little bit. I certainly didn't want to shoot too soon!

But, unfortunately, I'd been aroused for so long I just couldn't wait. The mind was willing, but the body was weak. My orgasm started in my feet and head and it felt like my whole body imploded into my cock and balls. It was a good thing I was sitting down, because I would have surely fallen over, so powerful was the drain on the rest of my body. I don't think I'd cum half as hard before. Oh my fuck, did it feel good, though!

My cock spasmed about five times, and each time felt better than the last. Michelle kept her lips wrapped around my cockhead, and through my cum-daze, I could see she was trying desperately to contain everything I gave her.

Once I could see clearly again, I looked up into the face of my gorgeous wife-slave. Apparently I squirted more than she could handle, because she had cum on her chin, down her neck and on her full tits. When Michelle was sure I was okay, she smiled at me, then opened her mouth as wide as possible.

My wilting cock sprung back to hardness when I learned she hadn't swallowed my load, but held it all in her mouth. I had really cum a lot! Michelle's mouth looked like that of some of the Japanese girls I'd seen in bukkake pictures. A big pool of my jizz lay on her tongue and half-filled her mouth!

I expected her to simply swallow my cum, but instead, she closed her mouth, then slowly squeezed the jizz out from between her lips and let it drizzle down her chin and onto her chest. 

Well, after a show like that, I was ready to go again, and this time, my cock needed some pussy! All thought of keeping up the Dom act was thrown away. I stripped off my remaining clothes and pushed Michelle to the floor, where she happily threw her legs wide, inviting me to shove my cock into her moist cunt.

My cock aimed straight for Michelle's dripping hole, and with no resistance whatsoever, I was balls-deep in her pussy. This was no time for gentleness or making it last. I pounded in and out of Michelle's sloshy cunt, and each thrust was accompanied by a wet squish just before our pubic bones slammed together. 

Since I'd already cum once (and only minutes earlier), it usually takes quite a while before I can get going enough to cum again. Michelle, though, had other plans. While I pumped my cock in her hot pussy, she decided to give me a little incentive.

"Come on, Master. Give your girl your cum. Her pussy feels so good with your cock in it. Now it needs to get filled with your jizz. Fill me up, Master. Make it drip down my legs. Your girl wants to feel your cum in her hot cunt. My pussy was made for your cock. I'm your fuck. That's all I am: my Master's fuck. Fuck me, Master. My only purpose is to give you a place for your cum. My face, my mouth, my tits, my ass, my cunt, anywhere you want to leave your cum, I'm here. I love it. Come on, Master, fill up your fuck."

Oh, my god... Usually my Michelle doesn't talk like that, which means it's even sexier when she does. She knows the words and phrases that work best on me. And this time was no exception. Even though it hadn't been long since my last orgasm, the next one roared up behind me and took over my body.

I yelled as my cock jerked inside Michelle's hot cunt, spraying her pussy with my cum. Just as I started to fill her up, I felt her body tense and a warm wetness drench my balls. Michelle isn't usually a squirter, but I'd managed to get her to ejaculate on a couple of other occasions. Its infrequency was what made her squirting that much more incredible.

Once Michelle's body started twitching, I grabbed her head and turned her face to me. When she felt my hands on her face, she opened her eyes and stared, wide-eyed and gasping, straight into my eyes. She gets all embarrassed when I tell her how sexy I think she looks when she's cumming, but it is one of the most arousing things I know, to see her lose herself to the intensity of the orgasm.

When her cum was over, she reached up and pulled me in to her, and there I lay: on top of my little wife-slave, both of us just having had some of the greatest sex of our lives. I stayed on top of Michelle until my cock got soft enough that it slipped out of her sopping pussy, then I rolled off her and pulled her in to my side. We both fell asleep, still covered in each other's juices, not worrying about the humongous wet spot on the bed.

Just before I nodded off, I heard my wife say, "Thank you, Master."

"Any time, sexy girl. Any time."



Our New Life, Him, Me and My Wife



Let's start off with, we have been married for 10 years and together for 14, both of us are chubby, I have always been chubby, but she has gotten bigger over the years. She was mid-sized maybe 170 pounds when we met, and now because of some health problems and 2 kids, is now 240. Because of the weight gain, and my not being very big, basically a little longer than a toilet paper roll and thicker than it. (Yes I took the Toilet paper roll test for thickness; I cannot fit inside of it hard.) That is me hard, limp it looks like well a baby's dick, and I'm the perfect example of a Grower.

Sex for us when she was skinnier was amazing, my dick size was never much of an issue, and we fucked like rabbits, up till our first child and she gained all the weight. Once she gained the weight my dick size started to cause problems, with me being a bigger guy, and her no a bigger girl, sex was pretty much doggy style or on her side, either way my dick just could not get deep anymore and hit the spots, I used to hit. Our sex life declined dramatically at this point, she was not enjoying it, and did not want it anymore because of it. She would only have sex every so often with me, just to make me happy.

So I started to joke with her that maybe we need a stunt cock, a bigger cock, something like 7.5-9 inches, to satisfy her sexually. Now I was not looking to be a cuckold, truth be told I'm pretty alpha myself, but I was resigned to the fact I could not please her anymore. We tried everything, a dick extender to make me thicker, a cock ring with vibrator, nothing really worked, and I kept joking about a stunt cock. She finally after sex, said to me what if I like this bigger dick so much, that I never want yours again? I told her that I would be ok with that, because sex is sex, and I thought that her unhappiness and depression as due in part of our poor sex life and the problems it was causing with us. She looked at me and said, ok how you would want to do this.

I asked her if she wanted me to pick the person, place a craigslist ad, dating website for swingers, or did she want to pick the person together? We more her finally decided that we could do together, both have some input, more her into who we picked to be the Stunt Cock. We both agreed that to start off with, it should be a onetime thing, were the guy would not know our real names, we would meet him in person at a bar and go back to a hotel with him and we would have a threesome, that was what she was most comfortable with, she really wanted me in the room with her engaging in the act with them.

We spent the next several months placing craigslist ad, after ad, never really getting the right person, we would email back and forth, get something set up, and either her or the guy would get cold feet. Finally we got a response from Frank, he was a salesman that was married, and came into our area once a month, stated for the several days, usually Thursday through Sunday afternoon, and went home. This really fit our timeline, being that we have 2 kids, our free time is not really open, with that being said, my mom usually takes the kids overnight on Saturday nights, which leaves us a free kid less night.

After emailing back and forth with Frank for a month, and skyping with him several times (non-nude) although we did exchange Nude pictures of her with him and he sent several ones of himself, including some really nice dick pictures that really showed off his length 8.5 inches hard and thickness I would say as thick as a Coke Can. So very longer than me and much thicker than me.

Heather was very nervous about this, she had been with several guys before we were married, but nothing like the size of Frank, she was worried how it would feel, would it hurt, would he still want her once he saw her in person naked. As the day approached she just got more and more nervous, I assured her that Frank had saw the pictures we shared, talked to us via Skype, and he wanted her.

The Day it happened, I got called into work, and would not be home until close to when we had to meet Frank for dinner at the bar. During the afternoon, several hours before dinner, Frank called heather and asked if we could meet earlier, he was pretty hungry and bored. She told him that I was at work till close to our dinner meeting, and on that note he could come over to our house and have lunch with her. She honestly thought it was very innocent, Frank had other ideas.

What I got was two stories at dinner, a partial one from Frank, and the full one from Heather at dinner. I got home from work and heather was in the shower, I got undressed and hopped in the shower with her, she seemed more distant than normal did not want to be touched, it just felt really weird. I asked her if she still wanted to meet Frank that night, she answered very early with yes, I want to very much. We got to the bar, saw frank over at a table and went to sit down with him. After several drinks we ordered food, and heather got up and went to the bathroom. Frank looked at me and apologized, I said for what, he just said, well, I was really horny earlier today, and called heather to meet up, she invited me over to your house for lunch, and well things just happened, do not worry, we had sex, I did not have a condom I pulled out came on her tits. I was stunned; I was a little upset because I was supposed to be there when it happened. I was more jealous that he fucked heather without me. I asked him some questions, but he just said you should talk to her.

She got back from the bathroom, and it was pretty much like he told me nothing, we ate dinner and several more drinks, listened to the dj, I danced with her, Frank danced with her, we had several more drinks, and it was decided it was time to head back to the hotel, we followed frank there. While in the car I quietly said, heather what happened this afternoon, she broke down crying, I thought she might have been ashamed of what happened, but it was the opposite, she was so disgusted that she enjoyed it so much, and wanted it again.

She than told me what happened, Frank came over, and she had showered earlier in the day after the kids left for the day/night with mom. She was just doing some random things around the house, cleaning/laundry type stuff. She invited frank in, and asked him if wanted a tour of the house, she started to walk him around, first the living room, than the kitchen, basement (fully finished), than back upstairs, the kids rooms, than lastly our bed room, she said. Frank walked to our bed room she said, walked around it, and then over to our bed, and dropped his pants, he wasn't wearing any underwear, she said the pictures did not do his dick any justice; there it was just dangling there between his legs, 8 inches of glory. He looked at her and asked her, what she wanted to do, heather said she was stunned; Frank took of his t-shirt and climbed onto the bed. He laid down on his back and told Heather to come and join him, she said she was mesmerized by his huge dick and dropped her house pants, and took off her shirt, and climbed into bed. Frank asked her what she wanted, Heather said she was so nervous and in shock, he just shrugged her shoulders, Frank told her to crawl between his legs and put his dick in her mouth.

Heather said she resigned herself to being Frank's slave at this point, and did what he said. She took him into her mouth she said, and started to lick just the head, going down slowly on it, back and forth, taking it out and licking it, she started to take more and more into her mouth, but she said only about half of it could fit in, and after 10mins or so of blowing him he still was not hard. She stopped and asked Frank what was wrong, Frank told her no worries, that it took a lot to get the blood flowing down there, and she was not doing anything wrong, and that he could fully satisfy her in his current state. Heather went back to sucking his dick, not to soon afterwards, he grabbed her head and started to force more of his dick into her mouth and down her throat, she was being forced to deep throat him. It took her a minute or two to relax his throat to the point were she was not choking anymore. Once he got all 8 inches in her mouth and down her throat, he started moving her head up and down skull fucking her, slow at first and then picked up speed, she said the faster he went the harder his dick got, until he was fully erect, a full solid 8.5in hard and very thick.

At this point he pulled his cock out of her mouth, and told her to lay on her back. She did what Frank said, but asked him to get a condom he just laughed and said he did not have one nor would he wear one even if he or her did and that she should not to ask him to wear one again. He then climbed on top of her, took his dick into his hand and started to slowly stroke her pussy from clit to hole, and back and forth, till she got wetter and wetter, he started to work just the head in at first and slowly worked inch by inch in without pulling back, just slowly working himself deeper into her. He was telling her how tight she was, she was crying at this point from being ashamed and the pain. Frank kept lowering himself into her, until he was balls deep in her pussy. She said he just stopped, and looked at her and said, I'm going stay here for a moment and allow your pussy to fully get used to me, he then started to pull out slowly inch by inch, got the head of his dick, and then repeated the process again, slowly in and slowly out. This went on for several more moments until he pulled out slowly stopped and slammed his dick into her fast and hard, and kept up this pace for what seemed like forever. Until he looked down at her and said, I'm going to cum, Heather said she asked him to pull out and not cum inside her, that she had just go back on the pill and was not sure if it was working yet. He just laughed and buried himself deeper into her, and exploded, she could feel his dick pulsating a river of cum into her womb.

Heather said Frank did not stop, after he came, he kept himself buried into her, after a minute or two, he started to pull out, and when she thought it was over, he just slammed it back in, and started to fuck her all over again. This went on for close to an hour she said, he flipped her over and fucked her doggy style, put her on top, back to doggy style, on her side, and back to doggy style, during it all she said she came over and over again, more than several times. He stopped and pulled out and came all over boobs. Got up and walked into the bathroom and got into the shower. Cleaned up, and got dressed and left without saying a word, leaving her laying naked in the bed. After she heard the door close, she got into the shower, and that's when I walked in and got in the shower, she got excited that he came back but was disappointed that it was it me.

We pulled into the parking spot at the hotel, and parked, I turned off the car and started to get out, Heather put her hand on my shoulder and said, hunny, and you're not coming with me. I said what do you mean, and all she said was, we did this for me, because I was not getting pleasure from our sex, and because it's for me, you do not need to be here, because again it's for me. I would prefer to do this alone. Go home I will call you for a ride when I'm done. I went home and went to bed alone, you could smell the sex in the room, and I cannot believe I missed it earlier. I laid in bed and jerked off, fantasying about Frank fucking Heather in our bed earlier in the day, pounding her over and over, and blowing his seed into her pussy and tits.

I feel asleep, I woke up to heather giving me a blowjob, looked over at the clock and saw it was 8am, I slept threw her call, I stopped her and said I'm sorry, how did you get home. Heather said Frank had just dropped her off after fucking her most of the night, and that she was just thanking me for talking her into a stunt cock. It was the best sex she had ever had, Frank fucked her in every position they could make up, and then he took her anally. She said it hurt at first, but the orgasm from it was more than worth it. She stopped talking and started sucking my dick again, stopped and climbed on top of me; she was so loose and so wet, she said there must be some of franks cum inside her still that he came inside her at least 5 times. She rode me over and over bouncing up and down on my cock, looked down at me, and told me to tell her when I was going to cum, 5 minutes later I tapped her on the leg she quickly got off and put me in her mouth and swallowed me to the last drop.

Heather than told me, that was the last time I would be fucking her without a condom that frank would not allow her to have sex with me anymore with protection. I was stunned, and started to protest, Heather stopped me and said, it could be no sex, be careful what you say. I asked why, she just told me that Frank owned her now, and those were his rules, she had talked him into the condom sex because he did not want me having sex with her at all, and if he got even a tiny hint of my cum inside her pussy, I would be cut off.

For the next several years, once a month for 3 days, Uncle Frank would come and stay with us, I would sleep on the couch, and frank in our bed fucking heather. I never thought I would be a cuckold, and some days I regret talking her into a stunt cock, but our life has never been happier, and our sex life has never been hotter. 



Our New Life



"I said FUCK ME, goddammit! Give me as much of that fucking cock as you can! Fill my horny cunt with your cum! Come fucking on, give it to me!"

Damn. I'd never heard my wife talk like *that* before. She really *was* hurting. It was great.

I slowly pulled my cock out of her, till the head was *just about* ready to pop free. Michelle whimpered, thinking I was pulling completely out, but a surprised scream followed when I slammed my hips forward, our crotches slapping together loudly. Again and again, I pounded her hard, and Michelle screamed her orgasm for what must have been three minutes solid.

Finally, in spite of the fact that my wife was now relaxed, loose and wet as could be, my balls finally got to drop their payload. It felt so good to finally cum in my wife, it literally hurt. Fortunately, that lasted only a moment, and the rest of the time as I came felt better than it ever had.

I spurted inside Michelle's already sopping pussy, merely adding to the swamp already there. By the time I'd shot my load into her cunt, I could only barely feel her pussy walls gripping my cock.

Once I was through cumming, I collapsed on Michelle's sweaty, panting body. I lay there on top of my wife until my softened cock slipped free of her drenched cunt.

After I got up, I made sure Michelle was okay. She was fine, her breathing was regular, and she had a slight smile on her face. It appeared she was happy with our new arrangement.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't!