1 comments/ 30600 views/ 4 favorites Anniversary Present By: catalina_francisco It was still dark when Damian opened his eyes and slowly woke up, his arm was resting on the waist of his slave Catalina, and she was lying naked against him his collar around her elegant neck, a chain running from a ring in the collar to the bedpost. The room still smelled of the previous night's pleasure she had given him. Her body against his was already arousing him she had that effect on him he could look at her and then suddenly she would move or look or say something in a specific way and it would drive him crazy with lust for her sometimes just like now she did not even have to do something just be there and the need he would feel for her would overcome him. Damian loved and hated at the same time the effect she had him, Damian could be described as a control freak he wanted to always have absolute control, control over his slave but also over himself. Catalina was the only thing in the world that could make him loose control she could drive him crazy with lust for her. Damian could feel it coming the all the familiar feeling by now, even after all this time together she had that effect on him, the growing need for her, the need to hold her driving him beyond a point that no human could possible endure. Damian gripped a handful of her hair and turned her around pushing her mouth towards his, she was wide awake, and he knew she would be. She was so in tone with him that the moment he would wake she would automatically wake up with him, for years he had not caught her of guard anymore. Damian lips pressed slowly on Catalina's and her mouth opened eagerly awaiting his tongue but not yet he liked teasing her, his tongue caressed her lips; he could feel her hard nipple against his body. Damian right hand untied the chain from Catalina's collar he knew that it would hinder him now. Damian bit softly on Catalina's bottom lip, slowly he increased the pressure making sure that he would not break the skin but still giving Catalina the sensation that he was biting it of her, a deep moan of pleasure given to her by the pain escaped her. It was at this moment that his tongue entered her mouth and intertwined with hers, the sensation of her wet willfully mouth and the softness of her tongue against his had given him a huge erection. His left hand was still gripping Catalina's hair and he forced her head towards his penis, not that Catalina needed much force. The moment he had pushed her head down she had started to move her mouth towards her favorite body part and she put her mouth on top of his penis and pushed the skin back with her lips. Catalina's tongue started to roll and massage the head of his cock, thrills of pure pleasure where running now through his body, she then turned towards sucking his dick like she only could, using her hands and her mouth. It did not take long or Damian's dick started to pulsate which was a sign that he was on the brink of coming, the reaction of Catalina was to suck even harder then she was doing and Damian sperm worked its way into her mouth, Catalina drank fully from his gift to her not spilling a drop, even after there was not drop of sperm left she did not stop and Damian had to pull her away from his dick. Disappointed she looked up at her Master she had hoped that she would be allowed to keep on going and make him cum again. Damian and Catalina had not uttered a word yet. Almost every morning Damian and Catalina played this so familiar game, although not every time Catalina was allowed to drink her Master's cum. It was still early and it being a Saturday it meant that Damian was free for the following two days. He pulled Catalina next up to him and held her in his arms softly he caressed her breast her perfect nipples erect like they always became when he touched her. Damian whispered to his slave, "Prepare the room for a scene." Catalina jumped out of the bed and started to prepare the room. She opened the closet where Damian kept his toys and removed a small black folding table out of it, she opened the table and removed a red silk sheet out of the closet she opened and laid it out on the table. She then continued to lay out her Master's favorite toys. A long black leather nine tail whip, a long black bamboo cane of which one of the ends had been flattened by hitting it continuously on a rock until by now the end looked like a small broom, several clamps, clothespins, blindfold, handcuff and of course his ropes. She went back and put a long silver cup on the table which she filled with cold water for her Master. Suddenly her Master's voice cut the silence, "take the piercing needles out, the disinfecting and two little bowls fill one of the bowls with ice." Catalina immediately complied and then knelt next to the bed on her Master's side. Damian stepped out of the bed and walked towards the shower, she immediately followed him, together they took a long hot shower and Catalina dried her Master in the way she had been taught. First Catalina dried his body with a soft towel not missing a single spot to then drop on her knees in front of him and lick his shaft and balls dry. Damian strolled towards their room and Catalina followed him still wet from the shower. "Make up the bed while I get dressed and then lay on it back side down," Damian ordered his wife, mistress and slave. Damian walked slowly around the bed looking at his beloved Catalina; she was naked still not completely dry, lying perfectly motionless on the bed. Damian walked towards the table and took black rope that he used to tie her wrist to the headboard of the bed. Damian then spread Catalina's legs and in that position tied her ankles to the bed, he was not finished yet he then tied her waist to the bed. Catalina was complete immobilized by now, Damian blindfolded his slave and walked slowly towards his folding table he was in doubt how to start, while thinking he took a sip of water from his silver cup and looked at Catalina, the sight of her so helpless and so completely under his control aroused him again, and he could feel his manhood growing. He walked towards the bed and sat down next to Catalina, he softly caressed her breast playing with her nipples, they where already erected and pointed straight up. Damian's slightest touch would arouse his slave, another point he loved so much. Damian softly pinched Catalina's left nipple and then suddenly twisted it forcefully. Catalina surprised by the sudden change from tenderness to pain let out a hiss of pain. Damian softly massaged Catalina's right nipple with his tongue wetting her nipple and then started to suck on it, Catalina let out a moan of pleasure. Damian bit softly on Catalina's nipple and kept biting it slowly increasing the strength until Catalina felt as if he was biting off her nipple but he had not breached the skin. The pain in her breast increased and Catalina was moaning load now the pain was pure ecstasy for her. Damian took a clothespin and put it on Catalina's right nipple to repeat the same process on her left nipple. Damian's mouth found his way up to Catalina's mouth and he inserted his tongue that immediately melted with hers. Damian went down again and this time he started on her clit. He caressed it with his tongue, Damian tongue on Catalina's clit produced cold shivers, he licked Catalina's clit vigorously and it was not long before Catalina was begging for permission to cum. Every time when she was on the brink of coming Damian stopped licking and gave her a couple of minutes of rest to then start again. Damian was building it up, Catalina's was in a complete haze by now the pain in her nipples combined with the licking of her clit and the teasing had put her body in a completely confused situation, she wanted so desperate to cum but every single time she thought she could not stop it Damian stopped al together. Damian stopped playing looked up from between her legs and ordered Catalina in a sharp voice," CUM NOW." Catalina felt her body immediately cum she started to shake violently and with a loud moan shouted "Damian" while she came, "Thank you Master." "You can cum as many times as you may without asking permission," Damian told Catalina. Damian immediately started to lick Catalina's clit again and it did not take long or Catalina was coming again. Exactly at the height of her orgasm Damian bit her clit hard the pain mixed with the ecstasy of her orgasm brought her to new heights, her body shook violently and she was shouting her owners name over and over again. Damian kept biting and sucking on Catalina's clit now, who kept coming over and over the bed was soaked with her cum by now. The smell of her cum rose from her cunt and the soaked bed up to Damian, it excited him only more. To be able to give so much pleasure, to turn on his slave so much, to be able to torture her with pure ecstasy gave Damian a great sense of control and power. Catalina started to beg now,"please Master stop I can't take anymore, I can not cum so many times." Damian ignored Catalina's pleads and kept going on Catalina kept coming over and over again. Her body shaking, her legs quivering uncontrollable, slowly Damian started to decrease the intensity of his sucking and biting helping Catalina in this way to get her body under control again. Damian put a clothespin directly on Catalina's clit and stood up from between his slave's legs to walk to his table. He got hold of his whip gave a practice swing and without further ceremony his whip landed on Catalina's belly leaving its mark the whip cut into her flesh over and over, on her breasts on her belly her arms her legs. He did not leave a single piece of skin of her body unmarked. The pain was making Catalina who was still exhausted from coming so many times scream, Damian stopped whipping Catalina and walked towards his folding table again, this time he took up his cane. His eyes glazed over Catalina's body bruised by his whipping, red stripes and marks all over her body; she was blindfolded and had clothespins on her nipples and clit. His cane descended with force on the bottom of her feet, again and again and Catalina begged for the first time to stop, the pain was too much for her and she was crying, letting her tears run freely down her cheeks. Just when she thought she could not take any more pain and she had reached and past her limits Damian hit her once more on the bottom of her feet and stopped. Catalina was crying with pain and exhausting, she was shaking violently and never before had Damian brought her to this point. Damian walked towards his table and took his piercing needle, disinfectant, the two rings he had bought two days before and the two bowls. Damian put the needles and the rings in one bowl and sat himself down on the bed next to Catalina. Damian removed the clothespin from the left nipple which caused Catalina to moan in pain again. He massaged the nipple and kissed it, he disinfected the nipple and the surrounding. Catalina was still blindfolded so she did not know what he was doing and only felt relief on the removal of the clothespin. Damian took two ice cubes and inserted one into her ass hole and one into her pussy. While Catalina was distracted by the ice cubes he took his piercing needle and in one fast smooth motion he pierced her nipple. The pain surprised Catalina but she hardly felt it, it was nothing compared to what she had experienced so far. Damian connected one of the rings to the end of the needle and pulled the ring through her nipple. He disinfected again the nipple and breast and repeated the process on her right nipple. Catalina had been starting to feel the pain of the piercing in her nipples when he removed the clothespin from her clit. The blood flowing back in her clit was much worse a pain then the pain in her nipples which was quickly forgotten. Damian went back to his table and took a gold chain he had lying there he used it to connect the two gold rings. Damian removed the blindfold from Catalina and untied her. He took her bruised and exhausted body into his arms and gave her a long slow sensual kiss, "I hope you like your anniversary present it is today exactly two years that you freely gave yourself to me." Anniversary Present My wife and I recently celebrated our 18th anniversary, and what a gift she gave me! It started out with dinner at a quiet, romantic restaurant. My wife, Carol, wore a very sexy, slinky black dress. This alone was enough to make my day, because Carol is more the "jeans and T-shirt" type of gal. Don't get me wrong--I love her that way--but it was nice to see her exhibit her more sexual nature, too. The maitre d' taking seated us in a private, candle-lit booth, and the waiter brought us drinks to toast the occasion. After a few sips of her wine, Carol excused herself to go the ladies' room, and I took the opportunity to peruse the menu. When Carol returned a few minutes later, she had something balled up in her hand. She slid into the booth and opened her purse, allowing me a glimpse of what was in her hand--her bra! She casually tucked the black, lacy bra inside her purse, leaving just a strap hanging to remind me of what was in store later. As Carol picked up the menu, my eyes were glued to the cleavage pouring out of her low-cut dress. The waiter had an eyeful as well; his eyes didn't stray from her breasts the entire time he took our orders. We enjoyed an excellent meal: surf 'n' turf for me and chicken Marsala for Carol. My wife made a point of leaning over several times during dinner to give me glances at her generous breasts, including a couple of quick peeks at her nipples. After a delicious meal, the waiter stopped by again and, still staring at Carol's breasts, took our order for after-dinner drinks. Carol excused herself one more time, and again returned to the table with something balled up in her hand--this time it was her black, lacy panties! She tucked the panties into her purse next to her bra, again leaving a little strip of fabric visible. Seated next to me again, she slowly lifted her dress to show me that the lacy stockings she wore were thigh-highs. The thought of her being completely naked under that flimsy dress caused a tingling sensation in my groin. Under the table, Carol grabbed my hand and brought it up to her sweet thighs, lifting the hem of her dress to show let my fingers roam to a point that was almost indecent. I thought she would cover up when the waiter returned, but instead inched her dress up even more. The waiter's eyes never strayed from the sight of my wife's bare thighs above those stockings as he set our drinks down on the table. As we sipped our drinks, my wife continued to ever-so-slowly guide my hand up her thighs. After what seemed like an eternity, my finger brushed the soft downr on her mound. She edged my hand up a little more so that I could slide a fingertip into her moist warmth. She was driving me crazy and my cock was rock hard. We finally finished out drinks and paid for our meal. I gave the waiter a generous tip, even though the looks he had of my wife should have been plenty enough reward for him! In the car on the way home, Carol continued her show, lifting the hem of her dress high enough for me to see the lovely patch of fuzz between her milky thighs. Once in the garage, I could barely wait to get in the house. Just inside the door from the garage, which leads into the laundry room, I leaned her up against the washing machine, got down on my knees and buried my tongue in her pussy. The little show in the restaurant obviously got her excited her too, and she came to a shuddering orgasm within minutes. She then took me by the hand and led me the bedroom, where she slowly removed my clothes. She laid me down on the bed and gave my stiff cock a few gentle licks before she lifted her dress and slid down ever so slowly on my shaft. The sight of her in that slinky black dress and the feeling of her warm pussy on my cock was too much for me, and I exploded in orgasm. The fun didn't stop there either. We made love through the night, with Carol removing her clothes one article at a time. Finally, after she was completely naked, we made love once more and afterward she fell asleep in my arms. I can't wait until our next anniversary! Anniversary Present I'm an average guy with what I like to call an above-average sex drive. Lucky for me, I married an adventurous woman. One evening, as I was pulling into the driveway, I began to think about her recent surprises. Just last night I had come home to find her installing a rubber sheet on our bed. She was stark naked and so proud of herself. "We're going to have some fun!" she had smiled proudly. Instead of having dinner at our usual kitchen table, we had made love atop the rubber sheet numerous times. I licked a variety of foods off of her and she did the same for me. It had been amazing. All day long I had fought the urge to relive the night before. In a meeting at lunch, I had actually had to excuse myself to the men's room to jerk off and relieve some of the building pressure. Now that I was about to walk in the door, I was excited about what might be in store for me. Let me back up a moment and explain. My wife, Holly, and I have been married for ten years. She's beautiful in every way, but had always been withdrawn in the bedroom. I attributed this to the virginal state that she had been in when we first met. She had made me wait weeks before finally relenting to have sex with me. As the years have passed, I have been able to bring her out of her inhibition slowly. But a year ago, someone gave her this book about different lovemaking for 365 days. She had been shy about it at first, but as her inhibitions grew less, she became a wildcat in the bedroom. I now had the kind of wife that every man has dreamed of. She begged me to treat her like a whore some nights. On others, we retreated back to the simple form of love-making that had sustained our relationship for so many years. Tonight, I was anticipating nothing short of amazing. It was our tenth anniversary tonight and she had promised that the night before had only been leading up to the grand finale. I ached for some release as I turned the key in my ignition and got out of the car. My suit pants strained against my crotch as I hardened slightly in anticipation. I approached the house and turned the key in the door. Usually, Holly was right inside the door waiting for me with a kiss. Tonight, the house was still. I knew she must be in the bedroom. As I put down my briefcase and wandered through the house, I could hear soft noises from down the hall. I began to stiffen some more as I realized that they were coming from my bedroom. I loosened my tie and dropped my jacket on the couch as I headed for my wife. Turning the knob on the door, I slowly pushed it open. To my surprise, Holly was naked on a black satin sheet with her legs spread wide. There was a gorgeous blonde between her legs with a beard trimmer. As she slowly ran the trimmer over my wife's pubic hairs, Holly was rubbing her nipples and licking her lips. She saw me come in. "Hello honey," she said, unsurprised. "I've been waiting for you." Neither woman made an effort to move as I stood there in disbelief. "Just give me a second and I'll introduce myself," the blonde said as she continued shaving my wife's pussy. I must have been standing there with my mouth open because Holly laughed at me. "Happy Anniversary, darling! I'm preparing myself for you now." With that, the blonde finished off the last bit of Holly's pubic hair and got up from the bed. I stood in awe as I watched her return from our adjoined bathroom with a washcloth. She tenderly wiped any excess hair off of Holly's vagina as my wife continued rubbing her nipples. Then, the blonde looked up at me. "I'm Charlotte," she said, getting off of the bed and coming towards me. She held out her hand and I took it in response. Instead of shaking my hand, she pushed it under her blouse. She was not wearing a bra and my fingers grazed her soft, petal-like skin. Touching her was like the velvety touch of a rose. I pulled away as my penis strained in my pants. My wife was watching. "It's okay baby. Happy Anniversary. I wanted to make it special for you. Charlotte is for both of us," she whispered while continuing to rub herself. I watched as one of her hands left her nipple and began rubbing her belly in circles. Having watched Holly do this a dozen times, I understood that she would soon be stroking her pussy in anticipation of my cock. Not wanting to say the wrong thing and destroy this fantasy, I looked at Charlotte who was again taking my hand. She ran it up her thigh, pushing her mini skirt towards her waist. She was not wearing panties. Her pussy was shaved like Holly's was now and I was intrigued by the feel of her flesh. Holly had always refused to shave her pussy and was quite intent on keeping a bush. I was blown away at this new development and I felt my mouth start to water. I allowed Charlotte to rub herself with my hand until I slowly became aware that I was now doing the work for her. She arched her back as one of my fingers dipped low enough to enter her and she unbuttoned my shirt. Slowly, she removed my shirt and I had to pull my hand out of her long enough to take off the sleeve. She guided me right back to her and began working on my pants. I knew that my dick was rock hard and I wondered how easy it would be for her to slide off my boxers with my guy standing at attention. I didn't have to wonder long, though, because she grabbed my busy hand and pulled me to the bed. Forcing me onto my back, she quickly removed my pants and climbed on top of me. She straddled my face as she bent over to take me into her mouth. A sixty-nine! I had long ago perfected this position with Holly and I reached up to spread Charlotte's pussy lips to allow me access. Working on me, she licked the knob of my cock playfully. It sent a hundred sensations ripping through me. I felt the pre-cum slide out and she quickly sucked it up. She plunged down on me fully deep-throating all ten of my inches. Holly loved my cock. It was the perfect size for her five-foot-one frame and she often said she felt like I was filling her up as much as her body could bear. As Charlotte suckled on me now, I longed to plunge myself into her glorious pussy. Since I had never eaten a shaved pussy before, I relished the opportunity to not have to push back Holly's pubic hairs. Charlotte's pussy was fresh-smelling and soft. She rubbed herself over my mouth and nose and began moaning as my tongue dug deep inside of her. Wickedly, I reached over to my wife who I could feel writhing on the bed. She was clearly deep into masturbation now and I felt out her pussy with my hand. Not wanting to disrupt her own movements, I shoved a finger up her ass as she shoved her fingers deep inside of her body. She moaned loudly and I felt her rock the bed. Charlotte began to moan loudly as well and I released my load deep into her throat. She sat up a little which pushed her further down on top of my face and rocked her body back and forth until a spasm brought forth her creamy foam. Holly wasn't a "creamer" but rather a "squirter" so I again reveled in this new sensation as Charlotte's cum sat in my mouth. Charlotte rolled off of me and lay next to Holly on the bed. I continued fingering Holly's ass until she squirted cum straight up my arm. Smiling, I tucked my arms behind my head and lay there watching the two naked women breathing deeply. Charlotte rolled onto her side and began to kiss Holly's nipples. To my surprise, my wife responded with an, "oh yes." She had never expressed a desire to be with another woman and I marveled at how ten years was still not enough time to learn everything about her. As Charlotte climbed over Holly's body, she nudged her legs further apart with her knees. I watched as she sat up and blew a bit of air on Holly's wet pussy. Holly squirmed and smiled. Charlotte did it again. Not wanting to see them stop, I tried to remain still in my spot on the bed. I was hardening again at the sight of my wife with another woman. A beautiful woman, at that. Charlotte ducked down and licked Holly's slit one time before Holly erupted in another moan. She smiled wickedly and repeated the gesture. Again, Holly moaned, involuntarily. Charlotte sat up and spun herself around to a sixty-nine position with Holly. "I think you should get me ready for your husband," Charlotte stated. I remained quiet to hear my wife's answer. Was she really going to let me fuck another woman right in front of her? Holly just murmured and stuck her tongue inside of Charlotte. I watched the two women devour one another's pussies as they writhed and moaned on the bed. Suddenly, I couldn't take the heat anymore and I began stroking myself as I watched them. I was pumping my meat up and down in my hand as tightly as I could grip it. When I was almost there, I felt Charlotte's hand reach out and grab my hand. Releasing myself, I let her pump me into climax as she licked Holly into orgasm. We all three came together and I could feel the stickiness of the rubber sheet coated in our cum. "Damn," I sighed, relaxing again. "I'm not done with you yet," Charlotte confirmed as she pulled herself off of Holly. I took satisfaction in seeing Holly's mouth rimmed with Charlotte's cream. I was proud of her for eating as much of it as she had. I sat up and leaned over to her to lick the remainder away. Charlotte encouraged me to get up on my knees while I kissed my wife. She got behind me as I was on all fours and began stroking my cock from behind. Tasting her sticky cum on my wife's mouth combined with her touch made me grow yet again. Holly reached up and massaged my balls from underneath. Having both women working on me brought me to full arousal in no time. I wanted to fuck my wife. I wanted to yank her hair and fuck her like the whore I knew she was on the inside. I felt this urge building inside of me and could not control it any further. I reached behind Holly's head and grabbed a handful of her hair. She yelped a bit but seemed to be giving me permission. Charlotte released her grip on me and I climbed on top of my wife. I grabbed her legs and threw them over each of my shoulders. Gripping her firm flesh, I rammed my meat inside of her with all of the force that I could muster. Holly was practically folded in half, but she was screaming, "oh yes! Fuck me!" That was all of the invitation that I needed as I pounded into her time and time again. Charlotte reached over and bit me on the ass which sent me into a wild frenzy. I fucked Holly with every ounce of energy that I had. She cried out as she reached orgasm over and over and when I was ready, I pulled out and sprayed my cum all over her belly. By now, I knew we were in for a long night and I only hoped that Charlotte would clean my wife up with her mouth. Needless to say, this was an anniversary that I would never forget. Anniversary Present Part One With hot shower water still steaming off of him, he looks down at the clothes laid out on the bed -- the usual trousers, white shirt and tie, socks... "Honey?" he shouts into the next room. A few seconds later his wife appears, poking her pale, bright eyed face through the doorway. She has a mischievous grin on her face already. "Yes?" He holds up the boxer shorts and raises an eyebrow. "I thought we threw these out. They're far too small for me." She winks. "Just wear them." He almost protests, before he notes the hungry look in her eye. She's biting her bottom lip. That look stirs something beneath his towel, and he clears his throat and shrugs. "Fair enough." She smiles to herself as her eyes track down his chest, following the line of hair from his bellybutton to where the towel is shifting between his thighs, forming a visible bulge. "You can't have everybody over if you're walking around with him in full view..." She walks into the room and his eyes devour her: she's only half dressed. Her smooth, bare legs carry her across the room, a pair of tight girl-shorts leaving little to the imagination. There's a loose red hooded zipper hanging off her shoulders, and she's naked beneath it. As she walks, her perky breasts bounce softly within the fabric -- every second step he gets the slightest peak at her erect nipples. Close to him now, she pulls the zipper down just enough to let the curve of her breasts show, her nipples barely concealed by the clothing. As she slides her delicate, small hands around his midriff, he can feel the blood pounding in his head. He's almost shaking. "Still getting the shakes?" she asks him, pulling herself close to him. He can smell her hair, still warm from the blow-dryer, and her perfume. She nuzzles in against his neck, short enough that her eyes are only just at his collarbone. "Seems so," he tries to keep the nonchalant act up. Her hand begins to snake down his stomach, and she tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "After five years of marriage, I'd have thought this would have worn off..." He gasps as her small hand finds his erection bulging through the towel, and softly squeezes it. He can feel her smiling against his neck -- she takes such pride in the effect he has on her. "We're going to get distracted..." he whispers, taking her petite frame in his big arms. "Is that so bad?"she asks. "People will be turning up in half an hour." His hands run down the small of her back to her ass, and his cups his large hands around her curves and squeezes. She sighs in his ear as he pulls her tight against his erection -- she's so short that it presses against her midriff as she strokes it through the towel. "Then I guess..." she whispers as the two interlace their bodies and her nails dig into his bare back, "I'll just have to make this quick." At that, she pulls the towel loose and his erection springs free. Before he can stop her she has dropped to her knees and unzipped her top, letting her perky breasts loose. One hand wraps around the throbbing shaft of his cock, whilst the other hand plunges into her own shorts. She looks up into his desperate eyes as she starts to glide her hand back and forth, biting her lip to stop the soft moaning caused by her own fingers. She can see in his eyes exactly what he wants, and she obliges with a cheerful grin. Kneeling up to her full height to reach, she parts her lips and plunges her mouth around his cock, one hand still working the shaft. He lets out an involuntary groan of pleasure and both of his hands grab the back of her head, pulling her hair into his clenched fists. Her lips slide down over his helmet and back up again, all whilst her tongue flicks at the underside of his cock. With every sucking plunge, she feels his cock throb and tense in her mouth, letting her know she's doing a good job. "You're going to make me cum," he gasps as she starts to go faster. She stops stroking and lifts her mouth away, and asks him, "Where do you want to cum?" He laces his hands under her arms and lifts her to her feet whilst she looks at him expectantly. Turning her around, he bends her over onto the double bed. She puts her arms out to steady herself, legs straightened with her petite, perfect ass cheeks beckoning him. He pulls her shorts down around her thighs, and sees her pussy sleek and wet, dripping with arousal. Her own fingers appear between her legs and she spreads her pussy for him, her soaking fingers rubbing furiously at her clit as she moans in hungry agony. "Fuck me," she begs him, looking at him over her shoulder. Her hair is a mess, scattered all over her reddened face. Every ounce of his body tells him to bury his cock in her and pump her full of cum, but a deeper desire takes over. His large hands spread her cheeks apart, and he sees the virgin territory of her other hole. It's puckering and tensing as she fingers herself closer and closer to climax, almost calling him to tear it apart with his tense cock. "I want to cum in your ass," his voice is a low growl as he grabs her hips with one hand and tries to guide his cock between her cheeks. "No, no," she whimpers, looking him in the eye. "Not yet. That's your anniversary present, fuck my pussy, please," she's gasping as her fingers become a blur over her clit. Her legs are starting to buckle and spasm. "Fuck me!" He obliges, and guides his cock into her parted lips. She gasps silently, her mouth agape, as he enters her. Grunting in pleasure, fighting back the urge to cum instantly, he pushes deeper. As he fills her up, her back arches and her eyes slam open. "Ohmygod -" she whispers, and then he can no longer hold back. He grabs her hips and pounds her brutally, as fast as he can go. She screams out loud, her hand racing back to her clit, her other hand grabbing the duvet in bunches. "I'm going to cum!" Hearing her about to climax sends him over the edge, and he slams his cock into her furiously, pounding her so hard that she is pushed forward onto the bed. Her legs scramble for purchase and he lifts her up onto the bed, climbing up after her with his cock still half in her pussy. She groans and pushes her hips back, letting him fill her. Now that she is lying face down on the bed, with her hips the air, he leans over her as though he were about to do pushups, and slams his cock into her again and again. Her body shakes and trembles, and she tenses silently in the throes of orgasm. He feels her come: her pussy contracts around his cock, a feeling so good that his head begins to swim and his vision forms dots. Desperately turned on by his wife climaxing on his cock, he coats his thumb in saliva from his own open mouth and jams it against the tiny virgin opening of her ass. She's shaking and trembling with climax, too far gone to tell him to stop. He pushes his thumb in, up to the second knuckle, and feels the same throbbing inside her. Her own orgasm contracts her body around his cock and his thumb at the same time, and he feels his cock buried deep inside her. He collapses onto her back, biting at her neck and her ear, as the passion overcomes him. With his cock pounding her hard, and his thumb hooked inside her virgin asshole, he cums. She squirms under him as he pumps her full of cum, their bodies tensed against each other, until... They both collapse in a heap on top of each other, gasping for air. After a pause to get their breaths back, she lifts her head and kisses him softly. "That better?" she asks him as he gently pulls out of her. "For now," he whispers, and kisses her again. He pulls his thumb out from her, and she winces in slight pain. "So," he whispers. "What's this anniversary present I'm hearing about?" "Oh you know..." she nuzzles her nose against his. "You've always had a thing for my ass, and I've never really let you... consider this a reward for the best five years of my life." He grins and kisses her again, this one a long, slow and passionate kiss. When they finally separate, whispering their affections to one another, he rolls off her and slaps her bare rear. "We'd better get ready," he laughs as she rolls her and tries to pull her girl-shorts back up. "You've ruined my hair," she pretends to be mad at him, and he just laughs and picks the towel up from the floor. "I'll ruin more than your hair later, gorgeous," he quips as he leaves the room. Part Two Their living room is bustling with well dressed people, drinking a mixture of champagne, beers and mixers. Cheerful music drifts through the conversation, mingling with the chatter to form a low level of constant sound. The house is filled with the pleasant scent of a dozen different perfumes and aftershaves, and the evening sun streaks in through the patio windows. His wife is showing him the last of their anniversary presents, a small set of modest gifts that they needed for the house -- nothing too extravagant. "That's all of the presents," she says with a wink. "All of them?" he quickly squeezes her ass cheek as she grins at him. "Maybe not all of them." "So when do I get this other present?" "When I decide. Be patient." She says, then lowers her voice. "Are you wearing those far-too-small boxers?" He nods. Thinking about the present he's getting later is causing something to shift and warm in his boxers, and he knows that they're too small to conceal his erection. He takes a deep breath and calms himself. "Good," she says. "Now go and mingle, I'll catch up with you later." They exchange a quick kiss on the cheek, and he watches her walk away, shifting her weight on her hips deliberately to tease him. She's wearing a stunning black dress, fitted perfectly to her figure. It accentuates her perky breasts and hugs her slim waist, whilst embracing her curved hips and the soft, round ass that hides behind that tight fabric, stopping just short of her knees. He forces his mind to think of something else before his erection betrays him, and turns to slink away into the crowd, finding friends and family that greet him with warm smiles and embraces. He's just glad to take his mind off what she has planned for him. One hour later, and a few beers down, he scans the crowd with a frown. He can't see her. He looks for her soft features, those bright eyes and brown hair, to jump out at him from the crowd, and sees nothing. Concerned, he excuses himself and pushes through the crowded room to the quiet recesses of the rest of the house. He passes through the quiet hallway as the roar of drunken conversation and revelry quietens to a murmur in the distance. Passing by their bathroom, he calls her name softly to see if she's in there. No reply comes, and he shrugs and keeps walking. Without warning, as he's walking by the open door to their bedroom, something small pushes him through the door. He stumbles and turns, and finds himself being kissed passionately on the mouth. Understanding dawns, and he hears the door close shut and lock behind them, those soft lips never leaving his. "Happy anniversary," her voice whispers in between kisses, and he suddenly finds himself lost in a hot haze of lust and love. Her tiny fingers tear at the buttons on his shirt, constantly pushing him back towards the bed where, only hours ago, he came inside her. She rips the shirt from him, and pushes him back onto the bed. Only now does he open his eyes and take in the sight, slack jawed. She has straddled him on top of the bed, wearing nothing but a lacy set of black stockings, a silk bra that unclips at the front, and matching silk panties that tie at the side like bikini bottoms. Still straddling him, she grins as she opens his shirt and runs her hands over his body. "Have I ever told you that I love you?" he grins, his eyes burning with desire. "Works both ways, stud," she winks, and bends down to kiss him again. Her soft fingers push the open shirt from his arms, and he sits up on his elbows to help her get it off him. Sitting straight up and now topless, he runs his powerful hands up her back and pulls her close. Her thighs wrap around him and her crotch sits pressed against his pulsing erection, pushing through his trousers. She grinds her pussy against his cock, moaning softly, and his hands run down her back to her ass, cupping each cheek in one huge hand and squeezing. In response, she bucks her hips harder, grinding her pussy up and down on his erection. He loops his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulls them. They come undone and he grips them and softly pulls them, making sure that the silk rubs between her lips. She trembles at the motion, her dripping wet pussy soaking him through his trousers. "Feel it," she whispers, nibbling his neck and his ear. He obeys and runs his hands down past the curve of her ass, to where her hole is -- he stops. There's something there already... A thick plastic plug already fills his wife's asshole. He smiles and grabs it between his fingers, moving it back and forth slightly. She groans, grinding her pussy harder against his rock hard cock. As though on cue, she pushes him on his back. "This is your present, lie back and relax," she orders him. It takes a lot of willpower for him not to pick her up, slam her down, and fuck her senseless, but somehow he manages to hold off. As he lies back, she gently gets off him and undoes his trousers. She grins playfully, her face flushed red with arousal, as she pulls his trousers down around his thighs. Now he sees why she wanted him to wear the boxers... His cock, leaking pre-cum all over his abdomen, has broken free of his underwear and lies pinned against his stomach. Her fingers brush delicately against it, making his cock twitch and his hips buck. He can feel the pressure building in his groin, a hot, burning desire. She closes her eyes in concentration and reaches around herself, pulling the plug out slowly. She gasps as, with a sudden tug, it leaves her empty. She lets it drop to the floor and her stocking clad legs straddle him once more. "Don't move," she warns him with a coy grin, and reaches behind her to grab his cock. It slips out of his boxers without an issue, and he feels her rubbing it against her dripping pussy. He groans in pleasure as he feels her pussy tense around his throbbing helmet, desperate for her to just swallow him up and pump him dry. Then she closes her eyes and pushes his cock back past her pussy, and presses it against the small, tight hole between her ass cheeks. He instinctively bucks his hips upwards and she lays a finger against his mouth, repeating, "I said, don't move..." She closes her eyes and bites her lip as her moist hole, wet from the plug's lube and her own juices, begins to open around the tip of his cock. She whimpers, shaking slightly, as she gradually lowers herself onto his cock. He tries his best not to move, but it feels too good. The pleasure is a loud, crashing, pounding in his head. He can hardly think straight as her virgin asshole finally closes around the tip of his cock, and she opens her red, hungry eyes, her jaw hanging loose. "Not yet..." she whispers, and closes her eyes again, pushing herself further down onto his cock. He throws his head back in ecstasy as the burning urge in his groin flares up. Her fingers dig into his stomach as she tenses up again, letting his cock push further inside her. Then, it happens. Her body relaxes and her muscles untense, and with a moan of pleasure he feels her ass cheeks come home against the base of his cock. Her eyes slam open, and she looks at him in shock. "Oh god -" she begins, trying to articulate the sudden wave of pleasure. Without saying anything, lost in a primal rage of passion and lust, he sits up wraps his arms around her back again. She moans as the movement shifts his cock inside her. He lifts her stocking clad legs and places them behind him, so that she is impaled entirely on his pulsing cock. She throws her head back and he buries his head in her shoulders and places his hands firmly on her ass. He brings his grip as close to her asshole as he can so that he can feel the base of his cock, and her tiny hole wrapped tightly around it. Then he lifts her ass up, and the tight band of flesh lifts up to the very tip of his cock, just at the curve of his helmet - Then he lets her drop. She gasps and her nails dig into his shoulders. Without warning, they are both totally lost to themselves. She is bucking her hips back and forward as he lifts her and slams her back down onto his cock. Her head reels back in ecstasy, "OhmygodI'mgonnacum-" she gasps as they fuck each other into a frenzy. He feels her ass hole begin to tense and contract around his cock. He gasps at how tight it is, and he can no longer control himself. She lets out a silent scream and bites onto his shoulder to stop herself from screaming as she climaxes. As her trembling, shaking body tenses against his, he grunts into her neck and climaxes. Her ass hole grips onto him as he explodes inside her, filling her virgin hole with gallons of hot cum. They stay that way, tense and gripping onto each other, as their orgasms subside with breathless gasps. She brushes her hair out of her red flushed face and kisses him deeply. "Happy anniversary darling," she whispers, his cock still twitching inside her. "Happy anniversary," he whispers back as cum begins to leak from her hole and pool in his pubic hair. He pulls her close and they fall into a deep, passionate kiss once more. The End Anniversary Present Matthew rubbed his eyes, not believing the incredable information that had just been told to him. His wife, a tall and curvacious woman, had invited another woman into their bed. He stood there like a fool, his mouth gapping open, trying to absorb the information that had just been given to him. "Matt, did you hear me? I said that my friend from Chicago is down and wants to join us for a threesome. Is that okay?" Matt's wife was staring at him, waiting for him to answer. Her hands were on her hips and a smile played across his plump lips. Her eyes danced with mischief as she continued to stare at him. Finally, Matt broke himself away from his trance and smiled. "What do you think I am going to say?" His wife smiled and giggled, letting her large breasts bounce slightly at the movement. "Heather, this isn't funny." "Your reaction was. And besides, you know that I agreed a long time ago that I would as long as we set some rules. One was that the other girl had to be someone that we wouldn't see all the time because that would be weird. Second, your not to fuck her." Heather moved closer and pressed her body against her husbands. "I see your already excited." "Well, you tell any man what you told me and see if he doesn't get hard." Heather pressed her lips lightly against his. "And yes, I know the rules. I just thought it would never happen." "Well, happy anniversary baby." Heather turned at the knock on the door. She broke her intimate embrace with her husband and went to the door. As she opened the door, Matt took in the sight of a very sexy woman. Her body was lean with a good sized breast, and her hair was long like his wife's, but instead of brunette, she was blonde. She had the same wicked gleam in her eye as his wife though, and when they turned around, Matt thought that he would explode. Heather invited the other woman in and made introductions to Matt, telling him about her friend Casey. They talked and had a couple glasses of wine before Heather turned to Matt and smiled. "Me and Casey are ready for bed." Matt's breath caught in his throat as he watched his wife begin undressing her friend. Heather slowly pulled the shirt up over Casey's breasts and head, throwing it to the floor. Casey was wearing a black bra, her nipples poking through the fabric. In turn, Casey drew the shirt off of Heather and she as well was wearing a black bra. They came together, almost hugging and they each unclasped the others bra, bringing it down their arms and dropping in Matt's lap. Heather bent down and began tracing small circles around Casey's nipple. Caset threw her head back and moaned deep in her throat. Heather continued to caress her breasts with her tongue, alternating between the two every so often. Casey placed her hands on Heather's face and drew her up into a kiss, rubbing her tongue against Heathers. Matt continued to stare on as the new woman began sucking and nibbling on his wife's nipples. Suddenly, they turned and looked at Matt, and each grabbed one of his hands, drawing him off the couch and leading him to the bedroom. When they entered, they began to rip his clothing from his body. Buttons went flying, as did his clothing. Soon he found himself naked and his hard cock exposed to the hungry gaze of two beautiful women. They quickly threw off their pants and underwear and pushed Matt onto the bed. Heather began kissing and licking his neck and torso, while Casey began sucking on his hard, throbbing cock. Heather moved down to were Casey was sucking noisily on her husband's cock and began licking and sucking along with her. Matt looked down and his heart began to pound wildly as he watched these two gorgeous women suck and lick his cock hungerily. He put his head back and moaned enjoying the feeling. Matt stopped the women and got up on his knees. Heather positioned herself on her knees, allowing her husband access to her doggiestyle. Casey laid down in front of Heather spreading her legs wide. Heather dipped her head low and began tracing Casey's wet lips with her tongue, pushing in deeper, moving towards her clit. Matt watched for a moment, savoring the image before plunging his hard cock into the tight, hot, wet pussy of his wife. While Matt pounded Heather, she sucked and licked at her friend's pussy, moving two fingers inside of her. Heather moaned onto her friends pussy causing her to throw her head back a scream with pleasure. Heather continued to moan from the pounding of her husbands cock deep inside of her. Matt withdrew, causing Heather to cry out in protest. Matt helped Casey up onto her knees as he pushed his wife down onto her back. Matt entered Heather missionary style, and Casey saddled her face. Heather brought her hands up to hold onto Casey's hips to help her press her mouth against her pussy. Casey leaned forward and began rubbing Heather's clit as Matt fucked her pussy. As Matt drew closer to his orgasm, he dug his fingers into Heather's hips causing her to sucked and lick her friend harder, trying to get her closer to an orgasm. Casey rubbed Heather's clit faster as she began grinding her hips against Heather's face. They moved together, faster and faster, until Matt grunted as he spurted his hot cum inside his wife, and Casey screamed as Heather cried out from her orgasm, causing her to cum onto her friends face. They all crumbled onto the bed, holding each other until the trembling from the orgasms calmed and they could breathe more normally. Matt looked at his wife and smiled. "Thank you. Your amazing." Heather smiled back at him and giggled. "I know." Anniversary Present Here is a story about our anniversary. It wasn't a present from me to Stu, but his anniversary present to me that was the most interesting. He took me out for a lovely meal in London and then back to a hotel for the evening. We both had quite a bit to drink and were laughing and giggling as we stepped into the elevator to go up to our room. As we approached our floor, he stopped the laughing and pulled out one of those airline eye masks and told me to put it on. At first I thought that he was joking and refused, but then he made me put it on - telling me that it was to hide the surprise of my present. This was news to me - I thought that the dinner and the night out at the hotel were the present. I was wrong. I could not see...but he led me into our room and stood me at a point that I guessed was the middle of the room. There was music playing in the room and he told me to strip of for him. I felt a bit silly, but as I stripped off for him, I could hear him removing his own clothes and dumping them in the customary pile on the floor. As I got down to my panties and bra he told me to stop and took my hand and led me over to the bed. He told me to hold my hands out, so I did. I felt his cock rest into the palm of my hand. As I went to wrap my fingers around it, I felt a second cock rest in my other hand. That was not at all what I expected, but as I opened my mouth to protest, he shushed me and told me to enjoy it. I thought 'what the hell', so I started to to stroke the two cocks and feel them get firmer in my hands. It was weird holding a cock in my left hand...no it was weird holding two cocks at the same time full-stop, but they were hard and wet with pre-cum. I could feel it dripping down over all of my fingers. They then both pulled away from me and left me seated on the bed. I could hear a little movement and then Stu told me to remove the blindfold. As I did, I could see Stu and another man over the other side of the room. The other man was seated and Stu was kneeling in front of him with one hand wrapped around his cock and him mouth sucking on the end and working his head up and down his length. This was the stuff of my greatest fantasies you Understand. Watching him take that hard cock in his mouth as his hard dick dripped pre-cum onto the floor. My fingers were down working my pussy in a flash. I leant back on the bed, on my side, with one of my legs flat and the other knee bent lifting it off the bed. My fingers were caressing my wet pussy and my juices were dripping down between my thighs and over my asshole. This was beyond doubt one of the hottest things that I have ever seen and I came really quickly. As I lay there flat on the bed looking over at my husband sucking cock and the look on the other mans face, I could not help thinking about what else might be on the cards for tonight. As I watched the mans face twisted in ecstasy I could feel the juices pouring out of my pussy and started to stroke it once more...and at the same time I took my other hand round to gently rub my asshole with all of the wetness that was gathering there. As Stus head went up and down, so I slowly eased a finger into my tight asshole. The man pushed Stu away from his cock and came over to lie on the bed. Stu sat in the chair and slowly stroked his cock that had yet to receive any attention, but was already dripping wet. The man laid next to me on his back and pulled me over on top of him so that his cock was right there in front of my face. I lowered myself down onto his cock where Stu had been just moments before and took him in my mouth. As I did so, I could feel his tongue lapping at the opening to my pussy as he stroked my clit lightly. I still had a finger in my asshole that I slowly pulled out, but it was quickly replaced by two of his. As I lowered myself down and took his cock deep in my mouth, his tongue probed my wet pussy and his fingers twisted and turned in my puckered asshole...stretching it wider and wider. I could see Stu rubbing his cock furiously in the chair looking at me enjoying myself - being completely selfish. The other man pulled his fingers out of my asshole and I felt his tongue sweep up from my pussy and dip into my asshole. I could feel that familiar feeling rising inside me once more. The man called over to Stu that I was ready and he walked over. I could feel him line up the tip of his wet cock with my asshole and feel the gentle pressure of his head easing its way into my tight hole as I pushed out to receive him. He kept on pushing slowly slowly and I opened to take him inside. Once he was in all the way, he started to fuck me...slowly at first and gradually increasing the tempo... I wanted to cry out, but I had this dick filling my mouth. The man underneath me was running his tongue from all the way inside my pussy down to my asshole...along Stus shaft and then taking one of his balls in his mouth...then back again. You can imagine that none of us lasted very long. The man was the first one to cum in my mouth...forcing me to hold myself back from choking as he shot into my mouth and throat. This pushed me over edge again...and my arms collapsed leaving me face down next to the mans limp cock. Stu was close and banged into me hard...slapping my ass as he banged my tight asshole. The he gripped me firm as I felt him twitch against me, shooting his cum deep inside me. When he was done, he pulled out of me and sat on the bed next to us. As the other man started to lick his cum that was now dripping out of my stretched asshole I looked over at Stu. He just said, 'Happy Anniversary Sweetheart'. Anniversary Present She'd known that he had a dark side to him; probably that's what had attracted her to him all those years ago. Now it was the evening of their tenth anniversary and she sat, alone by her dressing table, where she'd sat all day, staring at the items on it. They were his anniversary presents to her, neither of which she really wanted, but he'd made it clear that he expected her to choose between them before she came down and greeted their guests. It had all came to a head that morning. It had started out well, with her getting up early, and making him breakfast, a breakfast which had ended up forgotten. When she returned upstairs, her robe open invitingly, her nipples just visible around the edge of the material. They caught the early morning light, sending sparkling shafts around the room. Each of her nipples had been pierced, many years ago, and last anniversary he gave her a pair of jewel studded bars to really set her off. There was a matching set, hidden by the tray she carried, between her thighs. As she entered the room, she couldn't but help but notice, that he'd thrown the covers almost completely off, revealing his morning glory, in all its glory. She paused for a moment, reliving the many times she'd been carried away by the feel of him filling her. Grinning, she placed the tray beside the bed, and moving quietly, she crawled onto the bed, slowly sliding her body along his still sleeping form. She let her breasts, and especially her sensitive nipples, adorned as they were by his jewellery, rub sensuously along his thighs. The feel of his hair against her, sent shivers through her, straight from her nipples, through her breasts and straight to her centre between her thighs. She could feel herself moistening, partially at the electric thrill of her touching him, partially in anticipation of his member slipping so easily into her. Pausing, she knelt over him, staring down into his sleeping face, watching him, loving how beautiful and relaxed he looked. She let her hand slip between her thighs, not surprised to feel just how slick the tops of her thighs had become. She let her fingers trail up and down her labia, teasing and playing with the rings that pierced her labia. He's mentioned that he loved erotic and exotic piercings many years ago, so one year, as a present to him; she screwed up her courage, and had found a reputable piercer to have them done. She still remembers that woman's surprise when she insisted on having them all done in one sitting. Apparently most people started with one, and added more over time. Not her, she knew exactly what she wanted. It had driven them crazy that year, all the metal in her flesh, but not being able to touch for several weeks. When they had healed, she remembered it as one of their best ever weekends; they couldn't get enough of each other. Returning to the moment, she gently spread herself, enjoying the feel of the cool air as it hit her hot sex. The touch of her finger as she just brushed against her hard slit made her shake with excitement. Taking a gentle but firm grip, she angled him so that his morning erection was pointing straight at her hot and ever so eager pussy. Sighing, she lowered herself, pausing as she felt the tip of his cock start to push her inner walls apart. Savouring every moment, every ridge of his thick head as it speared her; she teased herself, drawing out the moment until she was sitting firmly on him. Christ it felt good to feel that full. It never ceased to amaze her how he filled her so completely. How it seemed that his cock was made to fit exactly into her pussy. Every time took her, it felt so good. By now she was rocking her hips forwards and backwards, grinding her hips against his, and slowly, lovingly bringing them towards a crashing climax. His eyes opened suddenly, and he shouted at her to get off, reinforcing his cry with a massive thrust of his hips, which initially drove him so deep into her, almost brought her to an unexpected orgasm, but had the effect of throwing her off him. Moving quickly he rolled of the bed before she could quite realise what happened, and stood over her, looking down with a mixed look of desire and revulsion. As she looked up at him, she realised that somehow he knew. That he knew all about her dalliance with the boy who mowed the lawn. She opened her mouth to explain, then slowly closed it again, realising that she couldn't explain. How could she? How could she explain that the look of lust she'd seen in the boys eyes had excited her, and that when she'd flirted with him, he blushed so cutely! As she teased him, it dawned on her that although he so desperately wanted her, he didn't know what to do. It was delicious, her a married woman seducing the lawn boy. The sex had been hard and heavy, leaving them covered in a sheen of hot sex, it had been so addictive. And now he knew. Wordlessly, he turned from her, and went to his bedside drawer. "I was going to give you these later, but now's a good a time as any" he said, throwing something onto the dresser. And with that, he turned and walked out of the bedroom, pausing to tell her "The next time I see you, I want to see one of these items in your hands" She lay there, stunned, her emotions running wild, and still with an ache between her thighs. She slowly stood, covering herself with the robe, before going and taking a look at what he'd left her. The first item was a sheaf of papers, a divorce actually, a divorce that left her with what she'd brought into the marriage, and precious little else. All that was needed was her signature. The other items were more serious, more sinister. They were four small padlocks, and a bottle of super glue. What the F she thought, her mind trying to make sense of them. With a dawning horror, she realised what they meant. He wanted her to choose between him and her sex. How could she? How could want her to make such a decision? Now it was time, the guests would be turning up shortly, and she must be ready. Her fingers gently smoothed out the divorce papers, before curling around the padlocks. Her head held high, she went down stairs to face him. He was sitting there, the living room, watching old movies of their wedding, their previous anniversaries. He looked up, and she opened her hand to show him the padlocks. He nodded, and made a vague hand motion, indicating that he wanted her to begin fitting them. She tried one last time to get him to change his mind, to make him realise that if she went through with her chastity, he'd no longer be able to make love to her, that her warm and welcoming pussy, a pussy that he fitted so snugly into would forever be withheld from him. He nodded, agreeing with her, but then chilled her by telling her that there were other ways in which they could make love, and that later that night, after the guests had gone they would. She swallowed heavily, realising what he meant. Not that she'd ever done it Greek style, after all she wasn't that kind of girl. Well maybe she hadn't been, but it was all that her future held for her now. He stood, offering her the chair, looking impatiently at her, telling her that this was her choice, that there was another option if she didn't want to go through with it. With silent tears streaming down her face, she sat in the chair, and spread her legs wide, letting him see exactly what she was about to do. Her fingers fumbled with the existing rings, trying to undo the beads that kept them in place. Finally she had removed the last one. The hasp of the padlock felt cold, so very cold as she slipped it through the first pair of piercings, drawing her labia together. She looked at him imploringly, trying to find the words that she was sorry, that she really loved him, after all she'd gone this far, wasn't this proof enough for him. Her heart sank as he shook his head. All she could think off was the feel of him that morning, the way he filled her being when she was so full of him. She was amazed to realise that her sex was responding, trying to tell her that it wanted, no needed to feel his cock inside her, fulfilling her. It wasn't too late, there could be others, it seemed to be trying to tell her. She almost relented, was about to change her mind when she felt her fingers press a little too hard. There was a terrifyingly loud click, and she realised that she'd made her decision. After that first one, the rest were easier to fit, to close her for the last time. As she sat there, her labia pressed tightly together, she was surprised to find that she was more turned on than she'd ever been, than she could ever remember. Her mind was racing, chasing thoughts around and around, telling herself that she'd felt her last cock, that she'd never feel one again, but a tiny part of her relished that knowledge, relished the need that would never be satisfied. Maybe he did know her best after all. Now that she couldn't have it, it was all she wanted. Her entire body seemed on fire, every nerve sang out. Slowly it dawned on her that now that her sex was off limits, just how turned on she was. Maybe, just maybe taking him in her ass would be enough to sate the burning desire she now felt, centred on her locked sex. He pulled her to her feet, and gave her a brief hug, before sending swatting her on her ass, sending her to get changed. That swat sent shivers through her, as the padlocks swayed slightly, pulling on her. As she walked up the stairs, she could feel them, pulling, tugging on her most intimate flesh. Walking would never be the same, she thought, surprised by how her closed labia pressed against her clit. Once upstairs, she took a moment to explore her new adornments, and was frustrated to find that one of the locks passed right over her clit. Her labia were so tightly closed she could barely fit a finger between them, and then to find that she couldn't get the right angle to easily bring herself pleasure. It wasn't fair! She was so turned on, and unable to do anything about it, at least at the moment. Maybe if she had more time, she could work something out, some way that she could toy with herself. That evening went by in a haze, she barely responded to their guests, her mind was focused between her thighs, and the feelings her body was generating. Every time she moved, she could feel the locks sway backwards and forwards, pulling on her, teasing her. She was so turned on, she was surprised that no one reacted to the raw scent of desire she was giving off, or maybe they were just too polite. There was one moment of extreme embarrassment, when they sat down to dinner. She hadn't considered the chair and was mortified when, as she sat, the locks bumped against the frame with a loud "clunk!" She could feel her cheeks colouring, but a hasty glance around showed that no one paid too much attention to the sound. Eventually the evening was over, the last guests had gone home, and just the pair of them were left. "Ready?" he asked, as he took her by the hands and led her upstairs. He was surprisingly gentle, loving even, especially when compared how he'd been earlier. She couldn't decide was he being exceptionally cruel, or loving when they ended up in bed. He started by making the usual moves, the ones that ten years of marriage had honed. His touch, his mouth, his fingers visited every part of her, arousing and stimulating her. It was so frustrating! She knew that she was so very turned on, so desperate to feel him take her, but every time he let his fingers explore her now locked pussy, they reminded her afresh that he wasn't ever going to slip into her again. The feel of his fingertips as they traced the edges of her closed labia was such exquisite torture. She could feel them swell even more, pressing harder and harder against each other, and against her trapped clit. Eventually the time she dreaded arrived, and he rolled her over, exposing her ass to the cool night air. She lay there, not knowing quite what to expect from this first time. She let out a little gasp, as she felt something cold drip between her cheeks. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as he covered his erection with baby oil, making it glisten in the moonlight. "Just relax" he said, as she felt his weight shift, and then in was time. She could feel the tip of him pressing against her virgin ass. She tried to relax, but it was difficult to, she was so unused to this. She felt her ass relax slightly, as the tip of his head slipped into her, opening her up to him. He paused, letting her get used to the full feeling, before pressing again, letting a bit more of him slip into her. She was pleased that he was taking it slowly this first time, giving her time to adjust, to accept the feel of his cock in her ass. It was different, very different, not at all like being made love to. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not, but it was all that she was going to experience from now on, she thought. She had been so lost in trying to work out her feelings; she was surprised to feel his thighs against hers, his hot breath on the nape of her neck. He rotated his hips, making his cock move deep in her. She could tell from his breathing that he loved this, that he was so very turned on. She could feel the weight of his balls as they pressed against her closed labia, stimulating them again. As he started to slowly thrust, each one slightly harder than the one before, she realised that his weight was pressing her against the locks. She shuddered, when on one deep thrust he pressed hard enough against her, so that the hasp of the lock over her clit pressed against it, rubbing her hard, sensitive clit with the now warm metal. When he slowed, took it gently, there wasn't quite enough pressure. It dawned on her that if she wanted to cum, he'd have to take her hard and fast, that slow, loving sex wouldn't be enough. She cried out, asking, begging, demanding that he take her ass hard and fast, that she needed him to take her as hard as he could. As he thrust harder, deeper, she could feel the clasp hitting her clit, arousing her, bringing her nearer and nearer to an unexpected orgasm. With a roar, he buried his cock as deep into her ass as he could get it. She could feel his cock pulsing as it pumped his cum into her ass. This last thrust was just enough to send her over the edge of her own orgasm, and she felt herself shudder at the force of it. As his hot cum filled her ass, her ass was tightening and relaxing, trying to milk all of his cum out of him. She could feel her pussy contracting, trying to grip the cock that wasn't there. She could feel her juices dripping from the join of her labia, dampening the sheets. After, as he held her tightly in her arms, she realised that this time she was lucky to orgasm, that if he'd had her on her knees, or worse, on her back, then she wouldn't get the right stimulation. She'd get enough to turn her on, but not enough to make it. She realised that she'd be pretty horny from now on, the locks a constant reminder of both her anniversary and her indiscretion, but at least she "could" cum, if only infrequently. Anniversary Present It had been a long, difficult period of time for April and her husband Jack. They had endured some tumultuous situations that had nearly ended their marriage. Now, with their anniversary only a week away, things were finally beginning to look up. Jack had recently received a substantial pay increase, which had alleviated some of their financial concerns. But it hadn't really been their finances that had caused them most of their problems; it had been their overall relationship. April still loved her husband. And she was certain that he was still very much in love with her as well, but the fact they hadn't really been intimate with one another in quite some time now was beginning to wear on April emotionally. As was natural for her to do, she began entertaining fantasies. Nothing she would ever act on, but thoughts that she began daydreaming about, wondering. Somewhat to her surprise, a few days later they were laying in bed together having made love for the first time in weeks. Although it had been satisfying, certainly needed, that 'edge' was still there, telling April that the hoped for excitement had been slightly less than she'd wanted to experience after all this time. She and Jack often talked afterwards. One of the things April had missed and enjoyed whenever they'd finished making love. Often, their pillow talk turned sexy, leading them into a continuation of their coupling. "You know April, our 11th anniversary is coming up in a few weeks," Jack began. April wasn't surprised that he remembered, he was always good about remembering their anniversary, birth dates and special occasions. But she could tell by the tone of voice he was using that this was leading up to something, making her even more curious as to what it was. "Yes it is," she replied simply, waiting on him. "Well...I want to do something special for you this time. Really special." "Like what?" she asked, surprised when Jack reached over beginning to stroke, teasing her nipple with the tip of his finger as he did. "You once told me you had a really special fantasy." April remembered. It had been another one of those rare, really sensual erotic evenings when they had discussed fantasies with one another. April had been surprised at herself that she'd been bold enough to even tell Jack about one of them. Even more shocked when he pressed her for specific details regarding it, something which had led to a very intense evening of very satisfying sex between them. For a second, April wondered if Jack was simply trying to recreate that particular evening, until that is...she remembered his statement. "Where's this leading Jack?" Jack slid his hand down to April's bare pussy. Coincidentally, she had just shaved it this morning in anticipation of this evening together. Jack had hinted just before leaving for work that he was interested in having one of their special nights together. And, April knew that Jack liked seeing her that way whenever they did. Jack was grinning at her, leering actually as he continued to run his finger between the folds of her well lubricated slit. "I want you to actually experience one of your fantasies," he told her seriously. "Something you'd never dream of actually doing. That's what I want to give you for your anniversary present!" "You're not serious!" Jack slid his finger deep inside her pussy holding it there, though tickling the inside of her femininity with a playful urgency. "Very serious. I really do want you to name anything you've ever imagined, and then I want you to actually experience it." "Listen Jack. Talking about it, even thinking about it is one thing. Actually doing something like that is entirely something else." "I know. It's the something else that I want to give you! A one time only thing, but something you can have to enjoy, and like I said, actually experience and remember for the rest of your life!" April was genuinely shocked. Their pillow talk, if that what it really was, had gone well beyond anything they had ever discussed, even teased one another about before. She was almost sure that's all this really was. Jack was teasing her, testing her even to see just how far she was really willing to take this in going along with his improbable request. "I suppose you have someone else in mind?" she asked. When they'd discussed the fantasy of having a threesome previously, Jack had mentioned one of his buddies from work that had had more than a flirtatious interest in her. But it was because of that very reason, as Jack and Mark worked together that April knew her husband wasn't really serious about it. She couldn't imagine the two of them ever being able to work around one another afterwards without constantly thinking about it, or worse...discussing it. "No...but maybe you might think of someone you'd like to actually join us," he told her. "You really are serious, aren't you?" "I told you I was. And I've given it a lot of thought too. I know exactly how we'd do it so that we'd both be comfortable without making it awkward for either one of us." "Oh yeah? How?" April pressed. Still laying their in disbelief that they were actually discussing this. But April also noticed Jack's cock was raging hard once again. Obviously, he really was interested, enough so, that the talk of it had him aroused all over again. "Yeah....I've thought about it. I'll wear a blindfold!" "You'll what?" "Wear a blind fold. That way you won't be worried or concerned about me knowing whoever the guy is you've chosen to do this with. And even though he'll be there, I won't know who he is, or really...what the two of you are actually doing most of the time." "Ok Jack, enough is enough. Its time to get serious about this...you really are joking, aren't you? Jack rolled April over onto her back, taking his hard firm erection in hand, placing it at the opening of her pussy. Sliding into her, easily...they were both amazed at how wet and juicy she really was. "I'm not joking!" he assured her as he pumped steadily into her several times before holding still. "We get a nice room in a hotel. You chose whoever the guy is you'd like it to be and have him come to the room at a predetermined time. Before he actually comes in, you blindfold me, ensuring that I can't actually see anything, and we'll take it from there. If either one of us decides we can't handle it, then we simply say so. Whoever you chose needs to be aware of that possibility, and must be willing to leave immediately if either of us decides its not such a good idea after all!" April really was stunned. Even with her husbands cock wonderfully, perfectly embedded deep within her juicy flowing quim, she was almost too abstracted by the absurdity of his suggestion to actually enjoy what his prick was doing to her. For the moment anyway, the discussion was over. April decided within a blink of an eye that it had been nothing more than teasing, sexy pillow talk. Designed to arouse her yes. But that and nothing more. If that was Jack's intent, then he'd succeeded. It had made April hornier than she'd been in months. The intensity of her second orgasm had been even more fulfilling, more satisfying than the first one had been. They had soon after fallen to sleep without another word being mentioned. When morning came, she was sure that's all it had been until Jack had given her a hug, kissing her goodbye before heading off to work. "Be thinking about what I said," he told her. "I'm going to reserve the hotel room today for next Saturday," he said, disappearing out the door before April could say anything to him about it. When April finally arrived at work, she found she hardly remembered even driving there. The thought of something like this....especially this particular fantasy, which had been running around and around inside her head ever since she'd left home. She'd never admit it, not to anyone. But there was one guy with whom she would feel comfortable experiencing something like that with. April found herself smiling inwardly, wondering how he'd react to it if she actually found herself brave enough to mention it to him. "Morning April. How are you today?" Brad asked shortly after she'd arrived at work. "Fine Brad. How'd you like to come and fuck me in the ass on Saturday?" April was actually grinning as she mulled over the unspoken response inside her head. Wouldn't Brad just keel over and die if she'd actually asked him that. "I'm ok Brad. How are you?" She liked Brad. They'd been good friends beyond just being co-workers. He was one of the few men she was actually comfortable being around. The fact that he'd admitted that he'd found her attractive certainly helped of course. And that they'd been able to confide in one another, sharing thoughts, feelings, as well as occasionally discussing interesting little sexual topics had placed Brad high on her list of potential partners. Though again, she found it difficult to believe that Jack honestly meant to go through with any of this. Brad often commented on how nice she looked, or how good she smelled. Never in a way that made her feel uncomfortable, or that he was simply trying to hit on her. Brad had never made any untoward advances. Sure, they'd flirted, teased occasionally, but it had always been in a friendly, non-threatening way. She knew by now that she had nothing to fear from Brad, and though if she said the word, he'd take her up on it for sure. Just knowing that he never pressed her for anything more made her feel secure enough to know that their friendship was genuine, and simply not just based on any sexual feelings they may or may not have towards one another. It was nearing the end of the day when April actually screwed up enough courage to approach him about it. Having had all day to consider how she'd go about it had helped. That and the fact that she was particularly aroused at the moment gave her enough strength to even suggest it to him. "Brad? Have you got a minute? I want to ask you something." "Sure kiddo. What is it?" "Not here...in your office," she said. Moments later April followed Brad into his office, closing the door behind her as she did. "Everything ok?" Brad asked, obviously concerned. "Everything's fine. In fact...better than it's been in quite a while," she said smiling. The look of relief in Brad's face was apparent. "Oh good. For a minute there, I was sure you were going to tell me something horrible." "Maybe it is....I dunno. I guess it depends on what you think of what I'm about to ask you. Or how you'll react towards me when I do." Brad's face became serious once again. "Should I sit down for this?" "Maybe you'd better," April told him. "Maybe I should too," she said taking her own seat as she faced him. "I can't believe I'm actually going to ask you this....tell you this," she began, swallowing. Brad looked nervous, somewhat confused. And it actually made her laugh. "You're not going to believe what I'm about to say." "What is it?" Brad pressed, not finding the humor in this at the moment. "What if I was to tell you that you'd finally get your wish?" "Excuse me?" April swallowed once again and stood, pacing the floor of Brad's small office. "What if I was to tell you that I actually had permission to invite you to go to bed with me. Would that interest you? "Ok, where's the camera's?" Brad said, feigning a brief glimpse around his office as though actually searching for one. "You are teasing me yes?" "Actually....no. I'm not," April said blushing brightly, but somehow continuing to hold his eyes within hers. "Last night...after Jack and I finished making love, we started talking about the possibility of......." Brad sat in stunned disbelief as April told him about the entire evening, more importantly, her conversation with her husband. "...and when he called me after lunch to tell me he'd reserved the room. I knew then that he really was serious. When he asked me if I'd decided on someone, I told him 'yes', that I had in fact. Which is when I knew I was actually going to ask you if you were interested. So Brad...are you?" "You said he'll actually be wearing a blindfold?" Brad had met Jack once, a long time ago when April had actually introduced them. But beyond that, he'd never really gotten to know the guy, or anything about him aside from the few things April had shared with him. "Yes he will. Which is the main reason why I think I can go along with this. I'm not sure that even I'd be comfortable with Jack's knowing who the other guy was. But this way at least...he wouldn't know. And I'd never tell him either." April went on to explain the situation further. Dumbfounded, Brad sat there listening to her, agreeing to everything she told him, including the part about "if asked to go" doing so immediately without so much as another word being spoken. "I still can't believe this is for real!" he told her. "Well...trust me. I didn't believe it at first either Brad. But it is real, very real. And to prove it to you, I'm going to show you that it is. Stand up!" Brad stood. "I know you've always been dying to touch my boobs Brad, so go ahead, touch them if you'd like." Holding his hands out towards her, he almost did. Expecting her to flinch perhaps, or turn away. April smiled. "I promise. I won't hit you or anything," she said nearly laughing now. "For a second there, I was sure I was dreaming all this. I half expected you to suddenly shimmer away into nothingness." "Well Brad, it really isn't a dream, I really am here, and I really do want you to touch me. Right here...right now!" Tentatively, Brad placed his hands over April's soft breasts. And even though it was through the tee shirt she was wearing, the feel of her marvelous tits resting comfortably within his hands assured him that all she had told him previously, really wasn't some kind of horrible joke. "So...you'll be there?" she asked finally stepping back, forcing him to relinquish his caressing. "I wouldn't miss this for the world!" he assured her. # When Saturday actually arrived, April was still a little dubious that her husband was still willing to go through with this. He'd taken her to her favorite restaurant for dinner, never once even mentioning what would later be waiting for them back in their hotel room. They'd checked in a short time later, heading upstairs to the 'Bridal Suite' that Jack had reserved for the night. After showering, April had emerged a short time later wearing a new, very sexy negligee'. It was one that she'd purchased quite some time ago but had never worn. Though it covered her, it was sheer, the black lace hardly concealing her semi-exposed breasts, nipples, let alone her bare pussy, though the hem of the upper garment did overlap the matching bikini panties that hid her femininity a little more conservatively, though not by much. "God April! You look incredible!" Jack had told her when she'd come out of the bathroom. Even though his tone of affection was reassuring, she still had to ask. "You're sure Jack? You still want to go through with this?" "Very sure," he said grinning, his prick already hard, glistening with pre-cum as he sat there in the bed, naked...leering suggestively at his wife. "What time did you tell him to be here?" Jack asked her. April glanced over towards the alarm clock sitting next to the enormous over-sized bed. It read 7:45. "I told him to be here around 8:00. He should be here any time now." "Well, you'd better put the blindfold on me then. I want you to feel comfortable that I can't see anything," he assured her as she began securing the silken black covering about his eyes after having first placed a sleeping mask on before that. Nervous, April was glad they had made up a pitcher of screwdrivers to sit drinking. The alcohol would help her relax, that, and lower her nervous inhibitions. She'd already turned off all of the lights within the room, leaving a single solitary candle burning on the dresser. There was barely enough light to see by, but she wanted it that way as it would help her to over come her shyness at being naked in front of another man. April started a few minutes later when a light knock came to the door. "He's here," she announced softly. It had already been discussed, agreed to before hand, that there would be no introductions. When Brad entered the room, he looked cautiously towards the bed where Aprils husband sat with nothing more than a towel covering his lower body. "Would you like a screwdriver?" she asked. "Please," Brad said softly. Another pre-planned agreement. Even after his arrival, they'd take a few last moments drinking, getting used to the situation where anyone could decide that they didn't want to go through with this. April came very close to that very decision in fact, worried momentarily that it wouldn't be anything like she'd imagined. Brad sensed her growing reluctance, finished his drink sitting the empty glass down on the nightstand. Silently, he began removing his clothing while April sat in one of the nearby chairs, watching. When Brad had finished undressing, he looked towards her, smiling. "Last chance!" From the bed, they both heard Jack snicker. "Up until this very moment, I don't think April thought I was really serious about this. But now...I guess she knows I was. Well honey...its now up to you. Do we? Or don't we?" He asked pulling the towel away from his groin, revealing his stiff aroused manhood. By way of an answer, April crawled up onto the bed, lowering her head over her husbands prick, drawing it softly inside her mouth. "She really does give great head," Jack groaned saying. Positioned as she was, Brad crossed the room stepping over towards the bed. As April knelt, orally pleasing her husbands prick, Brad reached down cupping one of Aprils soft breasts within his hands and began toying with her aroused extended nipple. "Hmmm," she moaned involuntarily, humming her pleasure around her husbands cock. Brad reached down, slipping his hand beneath the flexible hem of April's sheer panties. Finding her moisture, he slipped one finger lightly into her sex, drawing it upwards until the tiny little knot of her pleasure center caused her to groan even more deeply. Watching as Jack undid the dainty ties on April's negligee', Brad then helped in its removal, baring April's luscious breasts with their caramel colored nipples. Releasing her husband's cock momentarily, April sat on the side of the bed, removing her panties before crawling back onto the bed. "Suck his cock while I fuck you from behind," Jack told her. April was glad the room was dark. She felt her face flush, partially from embarrassment, but mostly from excitement. She couldn't believe that she could allow these feelings, sensations...wantonness, to have overpowered her the way that it had. Without a word, Brad placed himself in such a way that April could easily lean over him. With her ass perfectly placed towards the end of the bed, Jack more or less felt his way around her until he'd stepped behind her while standing on the floor. April felt her husbands prick probing at her sex, then slithering inside like a wandering snake as his prick filled her completely. Once he was as deep inside her as he'd ever been, he seemed to pause, waiting for her. "Go ahead April...suck him!" Brad felt her lips enclose the tip of his prick, tentatively, exploratory. A slight catch in her voice as she moaned, told him that Jack was slowly trusting into her from behind, catching her off guard momentarily. "She is good isn't she?" Jack asked his unknown partner. "Very," Brad replied softly, trying to keep any vocalizations down to a minimum. Brad had of course known April for years. And as close as they had been, through everything they had openly discussed, shared with one another, he had never before seen the look of total lust etched within her face that he was seeing now. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen or experienced. April was beautiful, the fact that she had opened herself to the sensations and feelings that she was now surrendering to amazed him. Anniversary Present "Jack...lay on the bed so I can sit on you. I'm ready...I want to see what this feels like." Both Brad as well as Jack knew their respective rolls in what was to come. It was what April had initially requested, wanting to experience. Trading places, Jack once again positioned himself cross-wise atop the bed. As Brad stood on the floor patiently waiting for April's signal, he watched as she gingerly seated herself on Jack's prick. From behind, the penetration of Jack's prick inside his wife's pussy was incredibly, wildly raw. Just watching the lips of her cleanly shaven slit gathering him inside her made Brad's cock lurch with unbridled anticipation for what was to come. Looking over her shoulder back towards Brad, she grinned, her face still flushed, blushing with the obvious sexuality she'd never before allowed herself to fully feel in the way she was doing now. "Please...use plenty of lubricant," she instructed Brad, who was already in the process of so doing. Seconds later after ensuring that his prick was slick with the lubricant, Brad applied a liberal amount of it to the tiny, puckered opening of April's ass. Easing a slim finger inside her, he massaged that tight passage, worming it about, making room for the much thicker width of his penis. April silently nodded her head that she was "ready" for him. Placing the head of his prick at her opening, Brad gently pushed, feeling the outer ring of her ass begin to encircle the head of his cock, until with a slight "pop", he felt himself inside her. "Oh yes...yes, easy...easy. That's it...perfect!" April instructed, guiding Brad's movements. Jack had remained motionless, fully embedded inside his wife's cunt, biding his time, awaiting the eased intrusion of his wife's ass. Once the unfamiliar sensation of another man's cock sliding in next to his could be felt, he knew the man's cock was buried as deeply into April's ass as his was into her pussy. Separated only by the thinnest of membranes, he felt the gentle inward stroke settle next to his as Jack began to withdraw slightly from April's slit, causing her to shudder involuntarily with abject pleasure. "Oh my god!" April allowed herself to vocalize. "I can't fucking believe this is really happening!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Oh yes...yes. Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!" she urged them both. It took a few seconds for the two men to more perfectly coordinate their coupling with her. When they did, the sensation of one sliding in, while the other slid out in perfect rhythmic harmony, was almost more than April could stand to bear. Never before in her entire life had she felt, or experienced a near sensory overload as she was feeling now. The walls of her pussy felt as though they were on fire, liquefied beyond anything she had ever produced before; she massaged her husband's penis as he continued his deep penetrating strokes, nearly entering her womb. Likewise, the feel of Brad's cock as it slid easily, and just as deeply inside her ass, caused her pussy to caress him in a very similar way as well. Filled beyond her wildest dreams, April rocked back against her two lovers, allowing her body to succumb fully to the pleasures that were being given her. "Oh fuck April! You're pussy is the wettest it's ever been!" Jack exclaimed delightedly. The obscene, almost vulgar sounds of her wetness as her husbands prick slid in and out of her, soon caused a frothy sounding mixture of sensuality that heightened, as well as heated everyone's arousal. Added to that continued stimulation, Jack had reaching up, capturing one of April's breasts within his hands. Toying with her erect nipple, teasing it to a point that the electrified signals of passion coursed through her body, adding to those being felt deep inside her quim. Brad had taken the other within his hands, thus giving as well as paying equal attention to her other breast. "Oh god...I'm going to......I'm going to......" "Do it baby! Do it!" Jack urged her. "Come for us baby...let it go!" Unable to do otherwise, April felt the explosion rack her entire being. As her orgasm seized her body and soul, she felt the quickened lurch, then expansion of her husbands prick as he began to discharge his own pleasures deep inside her already contracting slit. Brad heard as well as felt April's orgasm, followed swiftly a moment later as Jack joined her in the throes of ecstasy. Jack's lower, deep-throated groan, a sudden plunging lunge which embedded his cock even more deeply inside April as he began to expel his seed into her, caused Brad to feel the surprised release of his own semen deep inside April's ass. Pumping into her, the hard felt ejaculations that began to escape from the head of his cock, soon began filling her passage to the point where the copious amount of his spendings soon began fighting their way back out. There was so much, it was soon coating his prick, seeking escape from the somewhat slower onslaught as Brad gradually began to increase his still continued thrusting in and out of her. When he was sure that April had ridden the joy of her climax to its ultimate conclusion, he pulled out of her, collapsing beside her, drained, as well as exhausted from his exertions. April succumbed to the same needed rest, rolling off of Jack's cock, thus sandwiching herself between the two men who now lay on either side of her. Without thinking, April captured each of their semi-hard cocks within her hands and lay there gently stroking, caressing them as the afterglow of their combined pleasures continued to swirl around and within their minds. Only after a considerable time had passed, when all had at last regained their breathing to more normal pattern's, was April finally able to speak once again. "Well Jack, I have to admit. That was the best fucking present you've ever given me. Now the question is...how am I going to beat that for you're anniversary present next year?" Jack openly laughed. "Do I really have to wait until our next anniversary?" he asked. April already knew what Jack would like to see and experience. Another one of those pillow-talk conversations they had shared in the past. He'd once told her that he too wanted to experience a three-some, but with two women. And not that he was looking to screw them both, though if that happened, he'd certainly enjoy that too. No...his biggest fantasy was like most men's. He wanted to see another woman pleasuring his wife. "Well...there is your birthday. I guess I could plan on something special for you then. But as we discussed previously, I don't really know another woman who might be willing to do what you'd want her to do with me," April commented. Only then did Brad join in their semi-private conversation. "Umm, I think I might know someone who'd enjoy doing that," he said in offering. April looked over towards him, winking. "I hoped that you might." She said teasingly. "Now, before we start discussing the details of that...I'm suddenly finding myself horny again." Both Jack as well as Brad felt their cocks once again stiffening. "It's you're party April. You tell us what you'd like us to do," Jack told her. "I think it would be fun to take turns sucking the two of you off," she said lustily. "How does that sound?" Short seconds later, April knelt between her two lovers, alternating back and forth between them as she sucked, licked and teased them both. "Too bad there isn't another woman with us now!" April stated, semi-jokingly. "If you're serious...I can make a phone call," Brad offered readily. April laughed...she was really very tempted to let him do just that. Anniversary Present Eden Kelly paced around her room, the frustration was driving her bonkers. Try as she might, Eden hadn't the slightest idea of what to get her parents for their 25th Wedding Anniversary. She was home from college on her summer break, her parents had given her a great homecoming. The pretty, auburn-haired student truly adored her parents, they'd been loving and supportive when she'd chosen a career in dance. They had matched her tuition, dollar for dollar, so she didn't have a student loan hanging over her head. She'd taken a job Go-Go dancing at a 60's-themed nightclub, she was making extremely good money. But all the money didn't help, she could not, for the life of her, figure out what present to get for them. She found it hard to believe they'd been married that long anyway. Her mother, Patrice, was only 43, having married Eden's dad when she was 17 and giving birth to Eden a year later. Blaine, her father, had been a highly-regarded football player in High School and college, even advancing to the pros for a while. Eden's father had invested well and now owned three Sporting Goods stores, so they were comfortable. Blaine still kept in terrific shape, the only thing that belied his age was the greying at his temples. Eden and Patrice teased him that it only added to his sex-appeal. Sensual. Her parents were sensual, attractive, vibrant people. Her mother's regal, sensual bearing, her grey eyes, high cheekbones, long legs and nearly-platinum hair, round breasts and bouncy ass still attracted admiring glances. Her father was never threatened by that, he knew he had a hot and sexy wife. They were still wild and a smidge kinky – Eden knew that, her parents weren't exactly quiet in the bedroom. What to get them? Lingerie for her mom? She knew her mother loved all kinds of lingerie, kinky and sensual and practical – Eden had often raided her mother's lingerie drawer, sometimes to turn on a new lover. Eden, like her parents, had a wild and kinky streak, which had only intensified at school. Dancers had been very wonderful, creative and – limber – lovers. Nor did Eden confine herself to one sex, she had expanded her sexual horizons considerably. Eden knew instinctively that a sensual, sexual, romantic present was best for her parents. But what? For a brief second, she considered asking one of her dancer friends / lovers to join her parents in bed – Eden was fairly certain her mother was bi, Patrice was always very open-minded. Then the idea hit her like a bolt of lightning. It was radical, but it was unique. It could be a very risky game she would play, but if it worked out, her parents would have an anniversary they would never forget. Patrice drove her Mercedes into the parking lot of Blaine's sporting goods store. He had asked her earlier in the day to pick him up, knowing he'd likely be doing a fair bit of drinking during his lunch. Patrice got out of the car, she could feel the admiring glances in her direction. She had worn a cream-colored miniskirt that would scandalize many people, but she knew Blaine would love her in it. Blaine had no hangups about his wife's still-wild sex drive, he was proud to have such a sensational-looking wife. Blaine met her halfway in the lot, taking her in his strong arms and kissing her passionately, he still loved her deeply. As she pulled away, Patrice wasn't surprised to hear him say "Wow, that skirt and heels look great on you. Did you wear that for me?" Patrice smiled back at her husband and ran her tongue across her full, pouty lips. "Sorry love, but I didn't. Don't you worry ... " she said, noting his disappointment " ... I have something equally naughty for you waiting at home." "Then who?" "I had a nice afternoon with Krystyl and Craig, remember them?" "That sexy newlywed couple we met at the Browning's party last month?" "That's them. Oh baby, she had the sweetest, yummiest shaved pussy I've eaten in months. I was her first girl too, lucky me. And his cock – well lover, it wasn't as good as yours, but it was nice and thick and he did know how to use it. You know me hon, I love fucking newlyweds, they're so eager!" Blaine chuckled at his perverse, sexy wife. He knew even after 35 years of marriage, she'd still be amazing him. He kissed her again, taking a moment to squeeze the round cheeks of her ass. "Okay darling, and how was your lunch?" "Pretty nice, hon. You remember my secretary, Vicki?" Patrice nodded, sexy strawberry-blonde Vicki was hard to forget. "You mean that sexy little lesbian you hired last year?" Blaine smiled. "That's the one, although she isn't a lesbian --- well, not anymore, anyway." Patrice smiled at her husband. "I assume you're going to explain that last comment?" "Don't you think we should be getting home?" Blaine teased as he began to open the Passenger door to the Mercedes. Patrice hit the remote and locked the car door. "We're not going anywhere until you 'fess up, okay?" He grinned teasingly at her. "Okay hon, I suppose I can give you the details. Well, Vicki invited me to her place. She and her roommate, Lois – a really hot brunette who is also her lover – cooked me up a great casserole, we had some wine. Then Vicki excuses herself and goes into the bedroom. Soon as she does, Lois is all over me, jamming her tongue into my mouth, rubbing these AWESOME tits all over me, fondling my dick through my pants. All the while, I'm figuring Vicki's gonna freak." "Obviously, she didn't?" "Nope. She comes out of the bedroom almost starkers, all she has on is these tiny pink bikini panties and bedroom slippers. She leans over, kisses Lois softly, they both kiss me and Lois goes into the bedroom." "Then ...?" "Vicki starts opening my fly, she fishes out my cock, starts licking and sucking on it, really giving me a hot blowjob. Lois comes out of the bedroom in this hot white lace teddy, joins her girlfriend on the couch and both of them suck me off until I cum, then they both take me into the bedroom. Wow, what an afternoon!" "So, they're not lesbians?" "Nope, not anymore. Turns out, Vicki'd been curious about fucking a man for a while and Lois is bi anyway. So, they figured I'd be a great guy for their first threeway. Lucky me, huh?" Patrice smiled. ""That's for sure. Wish I could have been there to see it." Blaine grinned. "Next time, you will be. I've invited them for a barbecue this weekend." Patrice frowned, ever-so-slightly. "And what do you suppose we do with our daughter, who is home from college?" Blaine screwed up his face. "Shit, I hadn't thought about that. Damn, if she had a steady boyfriend, we wouldn't have to worry. Oh well babe, we'll think of something." Patrice smiled as they got into the car. She had no doubt about that, her husband's mind was almost as perverse as her own. Eden primped for a few minutes in front of her vanity mirror, putting on the final touches to her makeup, brushing a few stray wisps of hair from her eyes. The butterflies in her stomach felt more like a plague of locusts, but she was determined to see this through. Eden heard the purring of her mother's Mercedes as it pulled into the driveway. She steadied herself and descended the stairs to greet her parents and get the evening started. Her parents entered the house, she gave them both a big hug. From the surprised look on both their faces, they had obviously taken notice of her outfit. Eden had chosen every facet of her outfit deliberately, calculating every little nuance. She wore a tight, form-fitting black cocktail dress. It was almost scandalously short, showing off her best asset, her long, slender legs. Those legs were encased in black lace, patterned stockings. She wore a brand new pair of black stilettos, they'd cost a fair penny, but from her father's admiring gaze, had well been worth it. She'd had her long auburn hair trimmed and styled, it was wavy and just past her shoulders. Taking great pains to do her makeup, her long lashes were accentuated with mascara, her dark brown eyes were shaded with a powder-blue eye shadow. Eden wore no bra, with her firm, sweet tits, she didn't need one. "And just WHO is this little sex kitten?" her father teased. "I think it's our daughter" her mother joined in. "All right baby ... " Eden winced, she hated to be thought of as a baby – but she knew that would be over soon " ... to what do we owe this honor?" Eden flashed the largest, brightest, most seductive smile she could manage. "I am taking you and Mom out for a night on the town, all on me. Our reservation is for Seven, so you and Mom need to go upstairs and shower and change. Dress classy, we're going to La Belle Champignon." "My goodness dear, that's far too expensive" Patrice protested. "I've worked lots of extra hours mother, I can afford it, so I won't take no for an answer. Now, scoot and get ready." Her parents looked at each other, shrugged and went upstairs to get ready. Eden sat down on the couch and picked up a magazine, but she wasn't paying attention, she was far too nervous. It seemed like her parents were taking forever to get ready, but it was likely only half an hour. When they came downstairs, it was Eden's turn to stare. Her mother looked stunning, even moreso than usual. She had brushed her hair until it shone, she'd put on a dress Eden had never seen before. Patrice was in a long, silver lame evening gown, slit high up the side, showing off her long legs. She was wearing sexy, silver heels with straps that crisscrossed up her long, silk-stocking clad legs. Her eyes almost seemed to smoulder with erotic possibilities. Her father had opted for one of Eden's favorite outfits on him, his charcoal-grey suit. It fit him like a glove, hugging his still-muscular frame. He had opted for the cream-colored turtleneck she'd given him for his last birthday. He was wearing her favorite cologne as well and it made her happy. Eden smiled at them both. "You both look great. God, we're a sexy family!" she laughed, her parents joining in. "Let's get going." While they walked to the car, Eden watched her mother walking. She loved the way Patrice walked, she moved like a girl, a slight sway to the hips, feminine, graceful and alluring. Eden always tried to emulate that herself, to be conscious of her movements and how they affected her admirers. Judging from the passionate encounters in her past, those movements had been appreciated. Her father still moved like an athlete. Blaine moved like an animal, he was the kind of man that when he entered a room, people noticed him. Patrice and Blaine were a couple whose raw sensuality truly complemented each other. When she'd brought a boyfriend home, from time to time, Eden had noticed them checking her mother out. Some of her girlfriends [ some of whom were also lovers ] had complimented her on her sexy Daddy [ and her hot Mother as well ]. They reached the restaurant in short order, as Eden had expected, all eyes were on the sexy trio. The Maitre'D kept stealing illicit glances at Eden and Patrice, even as he was seating them. The Wine Steward was tripping over his tongue as he poured the Champagne Eden had ordered in advance. Both her parents had huge smiles on their faces as they clinked glasses with their beautiful daughter. "Here's to a wonderful evening!" they toasted. "You have no idea HOW wonderful it's going to be" Eden thought to herself. "What do my lovely ladies fancy this evening?" Blaine asked. Eden smiled at her father. "Daddy, have you ever tasted Chateaubriand?" "Many times baby, do you want to try it?" "Yes, please." Blaine turned to the waiter beside him. "Can you prepare Chateaubriand for three?" "Certainly, sir." "That's what we'll have then." The waiter went away, then came back a few minutes later with two others. They had brought the meat, vegetables and all the seasonings, making quite a lavish show of preparing the food. While they did that, Eden kept making surreptitious glances in her parent's direction, they were drinking their wine and very obviously enjoying the evening. Once prepared, the food was exquisite. Were she not so anxious to continue the rest of the evening, Eden would have been quite satisfied to linger over pie and coffee. But she wanted everything to go perfectly, she didn't want to have the slightest risk of failure. Unlike some of her contemporaries, Eden liked spending time with her parents. They were bright, articulate, young-thinking. Eden had few secrets from her mother, her entire sex life wasn't an open book, but she was certainly more open than many of her friends were with their parents. When the bill came, Blaine got out his wallet, but Eden stopped him. "Daddy, this whole evening is on me. I've been saving up for a while." Blaine protested, but Eden would have none of it. "Daddy, you're always spoiling us, so this is my turn. Come on folks, we're going dancing." She could see the pleased look on her Mom's face, Patrice loved to go dancing. Luckily, she was married to a man who also liked dancing and was good at it. Blaine didn't look like a spastic chicken on the dance floor. Blaine and Patrice went dancing at least once a month, so he kept in good practice. Eden had chosen one of the local hotspots and it was hopping, lots of people moving to the music. Eden ordered another round of drinks for them all and then she asked her father to dance with her, a very up-tempo song by one of her favorite bands. Her father waved his hand. "I need to sit for a while honey, I'm still full from dinner. Patrice, why don't you dance with our daughter?" Patrice got up from the table, took Eden's hand and moved towards the dance floor. Patrice loved to dance, any excuse to move around and be free, it all made her happy. She and Eden reached the dance floor and began moving sensuously to the pounding beat of the music. The tempo, the rhythm, it was all getting to both women. Eden could sense eyes upon them, people were watching the two beauties. They had made space on the floor for them to dance, their was a palpable heat filling the room. Eden felt alive, aroused, feeding off the energy in the room. She put a little bit extra sex appeal, some pizzazz, into every move she made, watching intently as Patrice did the same. When the song ended, the room broke out in tumultuous applause for their dance. Upon reaching their table, Blaine raised his drink in a salute. "Looks like my two girls caused quite a fuss. Good for you both!" Eden smiled and took a sip of her Sex on the Beach. She was pleased, her parents seemed to be having a great time. The best, however, was yet to come. A very sexy, slow song played next, one that Eden had asked the DJ in advance to play. "Feeling up to a dance now, Daddy?" she asked. "Okay sugar, I think I can summon up the energy" he said to her teasingly. He took Eden's arm in his own and went to the dance floor. As she expected, Eden's father moved with a quiet, elegant grace, holding the sexy co-ed close. She could see a dreamy look coming over her father's face, he was holding her a bit closer now, his hands moving lower. Was she getting to him? She glimpsed down, thought she detected a bulge, and smiled to herself. The trio lingered a while longer in the Club, the women still attracting a lot of attention. Soon, her parents said they'd had enough dancing, it was time to head home. "Blaine honey, I don't think any of us are in any condition to drive home!" Patrice said to her husband. "Eden isn't either, maybe we should call ourselves a cab!" "You're right about not driving, Mom" Eden agreed. "But I've got an idea. There's a hotel right above us, why don't I see if I can snag us a room and we can sleep it off?" Patrice thought that sounded like a good idea, so Eden excused herself, coming back a few minutes later. She frowned slightly as she approached the anniversary couple. "Well --- they have a room, but only one, they're really full. But it's a large room with a couch, so I figured it would do. You okay with that?" Both her parents nodded their assent, so they made their way to the elevators and started their journey up to their room. Eden noticed her parents seemed ever-so-slightly tipsy, she hoped it would help her to achieve the final surprise of the evening. They reached the room and Eden unlocked it with the Key Card. Leaning on each other, her parents followed her into the room, where they had a small, chilled bottle of champagne waiting for them. Eden grinned as she said "Well, I figured if we're not going to be driving, why not have a bit more fun?" She poured them all a drink and raised her arm in a toast. "Here's to the happiest couple I know! I hope you have many, many more loving years!" The trio clinked their glasses and drank the champagne. Next, it was Blaine's turn. "Here's to two of the loveliest women a man could ever want in his life, my beautiful wife and my charming daughter." Again, another drink. Patrice completed the toast. "To the two loves of my life, my wonderful husband and my darling daughter." One final drink and the trio put their glasses on the nightstand. Eden yawned. "My, I'm getting tired. I think I'll go freshen up before hitting the hay." She excused herself and went into the bathroom, her heart thumping like a Marching Band. It was time to put her plan into action. Eden emerged from the bathroom moments later, seeing the surprise in her parent's eyes. Neither of them had realized that underneath the cocktail dress she wasn't wearing stockings, but instead, a full body stocking that was incredibly sexy and provocative on her slender form. Eden walked, putting a little extra "oomph" into her walk, over to her stunned parents. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed her father first, but it was like no kiss a daughter should share with a father. She used her tongue on his lips and traced a line along them, inserting her skilled tongue into his mouth in an attempt to heat his passions. Her mother was her next victim. She moved over to Patrice, pressing her sleek form against Patrice's own curvier frame, she pressed herself close against her slinky mother, kissing her hard while grabbing the cheeks of her mother's terrific ass. Patrice returned the kiss with an ardent fervor. Eden sat on the comfortable bed and looked up at her parents, eyes blazing with passion. The silence in the room was palpable, until Blaine finally got up the nerve to speak. "B-baby --- what the heck is going on here?" A nearly-wicked smile came over his daughter's face. "Can't you guess, Daddy? I'm seducing you – BOTH of you!" Blaine scowled, and wagged his finger at his daughter. "Eden, don't be ridiculous. We're your parents, we can't do this, we ... " Patrice pulled her husband to one side of the room, out of earshot of their daughter. "Blaine darling, are you really sure this is what you want to do?" An amazed look came over Blaine's face as he discussed the situation with his wife. They were libertines, to be sure, but this? Patrice went on. "Blaine, we've both had younger lovers before. We certainly have never worried about what society thought, now have we?" Blaine was about to say something, but Patrice put a finger to his lips and continued. "Darling, think about it. You and I have done some outrageous things in our life together. You fucked my sister and I a few times, and you saw Cherie and I eat each other's pussies." "Yeah, but ---- " "And last month, at Silvia Bowman's party, we both fucked with her and her daughter and husband, remember? You told me that Courtney Bowman was one of the best fucks you ever had, remember?" Blaine's face took on a dreamy countenance, Patrice was right about that. The nineteen-year old had been possessed of sexual skills beyond her years, she had also made Patrice weak-kneed with passion. It always thrilled Blaine to see his sensual partner in the throes of passion with a beautiful woman. Anniversary Present "So darling, tell me, why shouldn't we do this? You're obviously turned on ... " Patrice looked down at her husband's bulging crotch " ... I'M certainly aroused ..." Patrice could feel her nipples hard against the fabric of her dress " ... and certainly, our little tease of a daughter is obviously up for it!" Blaine sighed, but Patrice had the clincher. "Blaine, think about it. If she WASN'T your daughter, if she was some girl we both fancied, you know we'd be fucking her already. Come on, let's just do this thing!" Patrice moved towards the bed, leaned down and kissed Eden on the mouth, hard, making quite a show of it. She moved closer, nibbled on Eden's ear and whispered "Okay baby, let's give Daddy quite a hot show!" Eden was thrilled, she knew her parent's hedonistic natures, but there was still a chance they might have backed out. She let herself be drawn into her mother's sensual embrace and be pushed back on the bed. Eden thrilled at the sensation of her mother's lips sucking on her nipples through the bodystocking, while her mother's knowing, gentle hands caressed and stroked all over the rest of her body. "Oooh Mom, you have the best hands, that feels so good, but .... " "But, what?" Eden grinned up at her wild mother. "You have wayyy too many clothes on." Patrice returned her smile, then licked her lips teasingly. "Okay, I think I can change that. Or do you want to do it?" "I want to do it." Patrice smiled and sat up, letting Eden move behind her. Eden unzipped the dress, running her hands along her mother's neck and back as she did so. The sexy young woman was pleased to see that Patrice was wearing a tiny, lacy bra that held her sexy, firm breasts in place. Giggling a little, she fondled her mother's tits as the front of the dress fell away, she nuzzled her mother's neck and whispered in Patrice's ear "I'm going to fuck you brains out, you sexy bitch." Patrice's pussy moistened at her daughter's lewd words, she looked out of the corner of her eye and saw her sexy husband sitting in a chair, watching their actions. She knew what to do. "You going to be Mommy's lezzie fuckslut, baby?" Intuitively, Eden caught on to what her mother was trying to do. "Oooh, yeah Mommy. I'm going to eat your cunt and make you cum, you dirty whore!" Patrice moved away from her daughter's fondling hands and stood up, shimmying out of the silver dress. She did a small pirouette in front of her family, letting both her daughter and husband see every sexy curve, every subtle nuance of the sensual, passionate form she was so proud of. She was only wearing bra, panties, stockings and heels now, and suspected it would be less in a few minutes. She could see the impatience in Eden's dark eyes and she was feeling pretty wild herself. "Get over here, you fuckable bitch!" Eden growled. "Come and get me!" Eden lunged forward from the bed and pulled Patrice down beside her. She fused her mouth to Patrice's, this time, their tongues snaked together, tasting, exploring each other, softly for a few moments, then wildly, feasting on each other. Eden's pussy was already aching with want, she wondered if her kinky Mom felt the same? She ran her hands over her mother's lingerie-clad body, down to her panties and slid her hands inside, feeling the hot, damp cunt. Soaked. Her mother was soaked. "You're wet, you horny lezzie slut!" "You make me that way, you sexy little fuckbitch. Fingerfuck me baby! Play with Mommy's pussy!" "Get those panties off first, you slut!" Eden growled, looking intently into Patrice's grey eyes, which looked back with equal intensity. Patrice leaned in again and licked her daughter's ear, whispering loudly enough for Blaine to hear "Why don't you take them off FOR me, naughty girl?" Eden smiled and kissed her mother again. She moved herself around on the bed and positioned herself between her mom's now-spread legs. Deciding to tease a bit, she kissed up her mother's long legs, caressing the silky legs, playing with her mom, teasing deliberately, slowly as she moved towards the panty-clad pussy. The aroma of aroused cunt wafted to nostrils, as she expected, her mother's scent was wonderful, arousing. She could see the slight sheen of sweat on Patrice's body, her eyes were closed, teeth clenched, Eden was getting her mother very, very horny. As she was about to tug at the French-cut panties with her hands, Eden got an inspiration. She moved closer and kissed the panty-clad pussy, then began to tug at the gently with her teeth, using an occasional finger to move them slowly downward, knowing she was likely driving Patrice crazy. She looked out of the corner of her eye to see her father watching, nearly motionless, like he was in a daze. "You know, you're driving me fucking crazy, don't you?" Patrice hissed. "Are you complaining?" Eden asked, planting a gentle kiss on her mother's inner thigh. "What am I, fucking crazy? God, no!" Eden resumed planting kisses on Patrice's body, watching her mother close her eyes and ball up her hands into tiny fists. She was getting to her. Blaine was dumbstruck, watching his sexy young daughter make lewd lesbian love to his equally-stunning wife. He'd seen Patrice make love to many beautiful women before, but he didn't think he'd ever seen anything as hot as what was taking place in the hotel room. Eden moved her face close to her mother's sopping-wet pussy, then turned, looking at her father, and licked her lips. Swiftly, she buried her face in her mother's heated cunt, determined to give Patrice the most intense pleasures she'd ever known. Her mother's taste was unique, like the woman herself, tangy, succulent, sweet. Eden slithered her tongue up and down her mother's cunt-lips, then flattened it, laving the tasty treat while her mother groaned in response. "Dear God, you little bitch, you're fucking amazing!" Patrice hissed in pleasure, as wave upon wave of bliss washed over her body. Eden's skilled hands were running up and down her stocking-clad legs while her adept tongue continued lunging in and out of Patrice's wet puss. She hunched herself upwards for more of her daughter's lezzie-licks and was not disappointed. Inwardly, Patrice wondered who Eden's instructor had been, because her daughter was certainly a good student! Blaine watched the incestuous play continuing before him, it was taking all of his self-control not to play with his cock. He knew full well if he did, he'd cum in seconds, watching this illicit tryst. He ached to fuck them both, to screw his hot little vixen of a daughter while his wife watched, but he knew patience would be a virtue this time. Instinctively, Patrice knew it was time and began to shift herself around on the bed. Within a few seconds, her face was inches away from her daughter's hot pussy, Eden still wearing the sexy bodystocking. Patrice smiled and pulled the bodystocking away from her daughter's pussy, she was not at all surprised to find there was an opening there for easy access. She plunged her face deep into Eden's heatedly-aroused cunt. Patrice was over the moon as she was rewarded with a flood of cunt-juice, flowing copiously from her baby's aroused pussy. She used all her skills to lick, lap, stab at and arouse Eden's pussy, Eden was squirming against her, still feasting on her mom's cunt. "Ohhhh, fuck, this is good, it's better than I dared dream!" Eden squealed as she momentarily moved her glistening face from her mother's snatch. She gasped for air and grinned over at her daddy. "Get back to work, you little slut!" Patrice growled in mock-seriousness. Eden did as she was told and began to suck at her mom's pussy once again, also fingering her mother while she ate her out. Eden was not at all startled at her mom's talent for pussy-eating, she had correctly assumed her mother enjoyed the erotic favors of women. To her surprise, Patrice began tonguing Eden's asshole, stabbing her tongue in and out, reaming her daughter's sweet little rosebud. "Fuck, oh my fucking GOD, mom, keep doing that, oh, I'm such a slut, my mommy is tongue-fucking my asshole, loveit, loveit, LOVE ITTT!!" Eden yelped with joy. Her illicit screams had both women on the verge on cumming. Bucking and writhing, the mother-daughter duo thrashed all over the bed, the covers askew, limbs flailing about as they aroused each other to a fever-pitch. Patrice's body was racked with trembles, she ached to cum, to let Eden see the effect she was having on her. "Fuck, I'm going to CUM!" she screeched loudly. "Then cum, you daughterfucker!" Eden screamed in response. Hearing Patrice yell those words triggered her own orgasm, she let go and arched her body high into the air, her juices flowing freely as she climaxed, sensing her mother cumming underneath her. "GoddammGodammm, cumming, cummingggggg!" Patrice yelled as she let loose with tremendous force. Her orgasm nearly threw the pair of the bed, but Eden held on tightly as they jointly climaxed. Panting, she let her daughter go, she and Eden fell apart on the bed, temporarily exhausted. Blaine was sure he was dreaming, the sight he had just witnessed couldn't be real. He and Patrice had a perfect marriage, sexually liberal, they lived the life of hedonists. Never, never, EVER had he thought he would see his sexually alluring daughter make love to his wife, knowing he would be next. Blaine realized that he'd been noticing Eden's body for a while now, he had been aware of her ripening into a sexy, hot young woman. But he had pushed those thoughts to the back of his head, not daring to ever express them. Now, they were back with a vengeance! Blaine looked over at the bed, saw that his two girls were still trying to catch their breath. Ever the gentleman, even in a situation such as this, he went to the champagne bucket, poured three glasses and handed one to each woman. He smiled at them. "I think you both need this!" Blaine grinned. "That's not ALL we need, stud!" Eden purred. "Eden!" her mother said, with a mock-stern tone in her voice. "Now, you behave!" "Why start now?" Eden grinned, kissing her mother and giggling. The three of them sipped champagne, but no one said anything. It seemed as if words would break the spell, like this was an illusion. Blaine stood up and began to remove his suit, but both women grabbed him by the arm and stopped him. "Shouldn't we do that, Blaine darling?" his wife purred. "Yes Daddy, let your girls strip you bare!" his daughter cooed. HIS girls. Once again, the magic was beginning. Eden went around behind her father, pulling his suit jacket off from behind, running her gentle hands down his muscular arms while Patrice began unbuckling his belt and tugging his pants to the ground. He stepped out of them, feeling somewhat foolish standing there in his turtleneck, briefs and shoes. Those didn't stay on for too long. "Come on Daddy, a little help!" his daughter urged, Blaine raising his arms to assist her in tugging the turtleneck over his head. He couldn't see for a minute, but he could feel Patrice tugging his boxers off and he felt the cool air of the room touching his skin. He kicked off the shoes Patrice had unlaced for him and felt Eden's hands on his back, shoving him towards the rumpled bed. She prepared to join her kinky parents on the bed, but Blaine put up his hand to stop her. "Not so fast, young lady" he said in a somewhat-stern tone. Eden looked at her father, a puzzled look crossing her face. Blaine broke out in a wide grin. "Your mother is almost totally naked, I'm naked too and you're standing there in that body stocking. So, I think you should be naked if you're going to join us here!" Eden smiled, deciding to put a little extra "oomph" into the removal of the body stocking. Listening to music in her head, she began to strip, pulling at the stocking every which-way, wiggling, strutting, putting on a very hot show. She squeezed her breasts, bending her head down to lick her dark, erect nipples, she caressed her pussy, arching her body forwards. From the look on her father's face, the show was definitely having an effect on him! To finally remove the entire body stocking, Eden had to step out of her shoes, but she knew most men had a thing for sexy shoes, so she put them back on. She moved, hips-swaying, towards the bed and her waiting father. Blaine sat there, still not quite believing all of this was really happening. The reality of the situation came to him when he felt warm, soft lips surround his hard cock. Blaine looked down and saw his daughter's dark, rich brown eyes looking up at him, pure lust radiating from her face as her lips ovaled around his shaft. Her tongue was almost magic, it swirled all around, licking from base to tip, laving his balls. She was even bold enough to take his meaty balls into her mouth and suckle them, from behind, he could feel Patrice's hands running over his skin, her delight at their daughter's kinky behavior almost palpable. Eden didn't think she'd ever been this horny, this aroused, in her entire existence. The more she licked and sucked her Daddy's rod, the more of it she wanted. If she could have sucked him down to the pit of her stomach, she would have, Blaine's cock was thick, veiny and delicious. She wanted Daddy's cum, she wanted to suck him off until he unloaded all his jizz on her cocksucking lips and tongue. Eden kept blowing her father, doing the best job of sucking cock she had ever imagined possible. She wanted her daddy to cum, yet she didn't want him out of action. The choice was taken from her as she felt the surge of her father's cock, then he flooded her mouth with his sweet, thick cum. Greedily, she swallowed every drop, licking her lips, she pouted up at her father, sitting on the bed, an almost-dazed look on his face. She smiled up and said "I take it you liked your blow-job, Daddy?" Then, Eden pouted. "Oh, pooh. I guess you're out of action for a while." Patrice moved over on the bed, leaned down and kissed her daughter, licking a few remaining strands of Blaine's cum. "You don't know your father very well – at least, not in this way, Eden dear. Come on darling, let's show our little girl what a stud her father is!" To her amazement, Eden saw Blaine move behind Patrice and insert his cock into her cunt. He began fucking Patrice, who began yelping and carrying on. "See, Eden darling?" Patrice gasped as her husband's cock stroked in and out of her pussy "Your daddy doesn't go soft after his first cum, after all these years of fucking, he can still keep going. Oh Blaine, darling, FUCK ME, show our little fuckslut of a daughter how good you really are!" Blaine certainly had no problem complying with his wife's request. He had fucked many women over the years, watched his wife debauch herself with lots of partners, of both sexes – yet no one ever suited the couple as well as each other. They were soulmates, they were fuckmates! While he fucked her, deep and hard, Blaine swatted the cheeks of Patrice's ass, squeezed her tits and continued to increase her heat. He looked over at Eden, who was watching them and playing with her delectable-looking cunt. Somehow Blaine knew, his daughter might be a close match to Patrice's fuckability! "Oh,oh, OH!" Patrice yelled as her husband drilled her with his magnificent dick. Having Eden there, watching them fuck, added to the heat. Secretly, Patrice had often thought of taking her daughter to bed, showing her the delights of woman-woman love. This was the most exciting evening of Patrice's life. Eden was watching, fascinated at the style with which her parents fucked. It was hotter than any Adult Film she'd ever seen, any Ninn or Blake, there was a sensual, lyrical, smooth style to their rhythm. As her father's cock slid into her mother's cunt from behind, Patrice's body would move back to accept the invading shaft. Blaine was ready to cum, he ached to let another load go inside of his wife's waiting pussy, but he wasn't Superman. He knew if he did, he'd be out of action and his desire to fuck his daughter first was overwhelming. Patrice knew instinctively that her husband wanted to fuck Eden now, so she moved away from her mate and patted the bed. "It's time" she said to Eden. Happily, Eden climbed onto the bed. Unlike her mother, Eden straddled her father, facing him, face beaming with happiness. This was one of the ways Eden differed from her wanton mother, Blaine noted. Eden liked to topride, she wiggled her tight, dripping little pussy upon her father's cock, corkscrewing her way down, down, down, until his prick was buried deep within the recesses of her cunt. She began to roll her hips, ever-so-slightly, feeling the hardness of her lover-father's dick within her at last. There were sensual, naughty little differences between mother and daughter, Blaine thought as he moved upwards, seeing his daughter's lithe, sensual frame moving on top of his hard-muscled frame. Blaine played with Eden's delicate, beautiful breasts, he toyed with the nipples, pinching them a bit, which she loved. From the wetness he felt, he could tell that Eden was more into having her tits played with than Patrice was. She squealed, giggled and moved her body in little, concentric circles as she took in more and more of his cock. Eden hadn't been so full of cock in her life, she was full, packed full of man-meat, Daddy-dick, she began to pump up and down, taking in more and more of Blaine's dick as she fucked him, rode him, felt his pecker fill her hole. "Oh Godddammmm, yessss Daddy!" she shrieked. "Fuck me, fuck me, don't stop fucking me Daddy, fuck me until I die!" Patrice watched lustily as her husband and passionate daughter shared their first incestuous fuck. It wouldn't be their last, Patrice knew, she could see from the looks on their faces, they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off of each other. Nor would mother and daughter have the same relationship, when they went shopping together, Patrice would be keeping an eye out for sexy outfits or lingerie for Eden and she to play in. Eden was really fucking her father now, her long hair was flying all over the place as she pumped her body up and down on his cock. It was balls-deep inside of her, she reached down and rubbed her clit as the cock continued to surge in and out of her heated, wet pussy. Patrice had been right, her Daddy's self-control was remarkable. She could feel his cock pulsate deep in her pussy, she was sure Daddy wanted to cum, but he was holding on, waiting for his little girl, his little fuck-slut girl, to have her own orgasm. What a good Daddy he was! The sight of his lithe, seductive, wild daughter riding his cock, the sounds of their bodies slapping together, the squelching sound her pussy made, it was all too much for Blaine. At long last, he cried out "Oh Jesus, I can't hold it anymore! Dammit Eden, Patrice, I'm cummingggggg!!" Rapidly, Eden got off his cock, and as he was letting loose his second load, Eden pulled her mother close. The incestuous trio shared a powerful moment as mother and daughter swallowed the second, thick load. In the meantime, Patrice's fingers frigged Eden and she climaxed not moments later. Eden collapsed backwards on the bed, body glistening, looking wild, untamed and erotic. She felt her mother's lips on her toes and kissing upwards, she giggled, it felt good. Patrice's kisses continued all the way upward until she reached her daughter's lips and they kissed. Eden felt her father on her left, cuddling her close. "What a way to end an Anniversary Celebration!" Blaine let out with a sigh. "Daddy, who says it's over?" Eden grinned. "Eden?" her mother looked at her quizzically. Eden rolled over and kissed one of her mother's nipples, then on to the other side and kissed her father's cheek. "Mom, I've made it with you and I've fucked Daddy. What I HAVEN'T done is make it with both of you at the same time. What kind of celebration would it be without a proper threesome?" Anniversary Present Patrice trailed her fingertips all over Eden's sexy, young body. "Yes, she is definitely OUR daughter." Blaine laughed. "Yup. Insatiable." Patrice continued to toy with her daughter's body, just basking in the glow of her young beauty. "Okay baby, you're right – and I can't wait to share you with that hunky father of yours – but we have to give him some time to recuperate. Any ideas?" Eden grinned. "Mmm-hmm, I have one I think will help us all. Come on, Mom!" Eden took her mother's hand, Patrice came willingly. Nothing Eden had done to this point had been unpleasant, so she trusted her daughter as she led her to the bathroom. It was plush, with a large, spacious shower and a glass door. Eden got into the shower and pulled her mother in after her, then called out for her father. Patrice nibbled on her daughter's ear and whispered "You naughty little minx. How did you know shower sex was one of your Daddy's turn-ons?" "YOU told me, a long time ago!" Eden whispered back, kissing her mother's neck. "I seem to recall it gets you all hot and bothered, too!" "Sit down and enjoy the show, Daddy!" Eden cooed as seductively as she could. "If this doesn't put lead in your pencil, nothing will!" Blaine sat down on the toilet seat and watched as his daughter lather his wife's body all over with shower gel. She made quite a show of it, fondling her mother's tits as she did so, lathering her pussy, he could see her slip a few fingers into Patrice's cunt and diddle her, she soaped up Patrice's long legs and back up again. Eden then let her mother return the favor, cooing and moaning as Patrice soaped up her own slender, sexy young body. The two women then began to rub together under the spray of the shower, turning each other back on again, ready for Blaine to fuck them senseless. They got out of the shower, bodies shining and damp, and began to towel each other dry, making a show out of that too, stopping for nibbly little kisses as Blaine watched. He could feel his cock stir, it seemed his daughter had the same instinctual knowledge for sex as his wife. "Grab a quick shower and join us, Daddy" Eden said, leaning in to kiss him. "I promise you, you're going to have your mind blown tonight!" Blaine didn't think he'd ever showered faster in his life, he was so anxious to get back into the bed with his two sexy lovers. When he got there, mother and daughter were dressed sexily again, Patrice in a beautiful black teddy, Eden wearing white. "Isn't our daughter naughty, Blaine?" Patrice purred as he sat down on the bed between them. "She had EVERYTHING planned out." "She's a little vixen, that's for sure!" Blaine smiled as his daughter crushed her mouth to his. She pushed him down on the bed and straddled his face. Pulling the thong panties of the teddy aside, she cried out "Eat me, Daddy. Eat Eden's wet, dripping little cunt! You know you want it!" Still in command, Eden motioned to her mother. "Come on Mommy, suck Daddy's cock. Get him nice and hard, we're both gonna fuck that big dick of his one final time!" Patrice didn't need to be told twice. Watching her husband suck on their daughter's pussy had ignited her yet again. She couldn't get over how thorough Eden had been, she'd even bought mules to match the teddies both women were wearing. As her mouth bobbed up and down on her husband's cock, Patrice reached up and ran her hands all over Eden's smooth, firm, young body. Eden smiled lewdly at her mother, this was the culmination of all her kinkiest fantasies and desires. Blaine was going out of his mind with pleasure, he was trying to visualize his wife sucking on his cock and his stunning daughter riding his face. All he knew was this day was one for the record books. Eden's juices continued to flow onto his waiting tongue as he sucked her pussy, they were tangy and delicious and he wanted all he could get. "It's time, Mom!" Eden said excitedly as she moved off of Blaine's licking tongue. "Okay Daddy, are you ready to fuck both of us?" "And just how do you propose I accomplish this feat?" Blaine asked her, grinning. "Mom and I will move to the front of the bed. You will fuck one of us 10 times, then move over and fuck the other one 10 times, and so on. That way, both of us get to cum!" "What happens if I cum before you two? I'm only human!" "We trust you, Daddy. You're up to the job!" Blaine watched as the lace-clad lovelies adjusted their positions on the bed, moving to the headboard. Both turned their heads and looked back at him, grinned and blew him a kiss. Damn it!, he was going to do his best to live up to their confidence in his sexual prowess. He looked at Eden's sexy ass, wiggling at him. Blaine knew he'd never be able to look at her again, in a pair of tight jeans or short-shorts, without wanting to fuck the holy hell out of her. The girls began to kiss, putting real feeling and sensuality into it, their tongues dueling, sliding across each other's lips, mother and daughter lezzing it up for the benefit of their man. However, if he had not been there, they would have carried on until they were exhausted, they were that into each other. Hands slid across sweat-slicked flesh, Eden's mother caressed and fondled her delicate breasts while Eden trailed her well-manicured fingers across Patrice's backside, legs and thighs. Soft moans were the only sound in the room now as the pair braced for the hard cock they were about to receive. Suddenly, Eden felt the invasion of her Daddy's pole in her tight cunt. At long last, her wonderful, hard-dicked father was fucking her. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! Then his cock was out of her pussy and was drilling her mother with equal ferocity. Eden knew she was going mad with pleasure, but she didn't care. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten and then Patrice's squeals filled the room as her stud-husband slammed back into their eager daughter's awaiting cunt. Patrice watched Blaine fuck their daughter, his movements assured, sensual. Sometimes, Patrice wished her husband was a little more rough in bed, more of a wild man. That was why she always enjoyed fucking men like Craig, savages who took what they want without reservation. But that was the only complaint she had in all her years of marriage to Blaine. Blaine slapped his daughter's ass this time, as he drilled her, Eden responded by moving back against him as he fucked her. Kissing her mother, Eden whispered "I think Daddy likes my ass." Patrice kissed her back, murmuring "I can't blame him, baby. You have a delicious little ass. I'd like to fuck it with a dildo sometime." She loved seeing Eden's eyes widen with delight, then break into a lewd grin. Eden responded "You've got a deal, Mom." It was over and once again, Blaine was fucking his wife, wondering what she and Eden were talking about. Future encounters? He knew that after tonight, they could never go back to the way things were, hell, they'd be lucky if they could keep their hands off of each other. He had no regrets, Patrice had been right, if Eden hadn't have been his daughter, he would have fucked her in an instant. She was able to make up her own mind, he was honored that she'd chosen to share her hot young body with him. Damn, Eden was going to give Patrice a run for her money in the hot-fuck competition, she'd inherited all of Patrice's uninhibited passions and a few more kinks besides. He couldn't help but wonder, as he rammed into Eden once again, where she'd learned all these incredible moves? This time, Eden was rolling and humping her pussy back at her father, seeing the delighted look on his face. Her mother's hands felt sooooo good on her naked skin, just gliding gently all over her, a warm sense of pleasure suffused her entire being. This was the utmost in hedonistic pleasure. Patrice watched the two people she loved most in the world taking pleasure in each other, she was overcome with different feelings. Love, she adored them both. Pride, her daughter was an amazing young woman with a passionate, sensual nature. Desire, she felt an almost-predatory lust towards Eden know, wanting to consume every inch of her lickable body. At the top of the heap was happiness, that Eden had been bold enough to set this all up and that she and Blaine were the beneficiaries of such a wonderful gift. Blaine had been deep inside of her now, but as Patrice saw him drill into Eden's cunt once again, she knew he didn't have much longer to go. She saw the strained look on her husband's face and she knew what she had to do. "CUM, baby!" she yelled to her pile-driving husband. "CUM on the little slut's ass – and I'll lick it off!" "Oh, fucking Christ!" Blaine yelled, pulling out of Eden's pussy. THAT had done it, he let loose the biggest load of cum imaginable, all over his offspring's sweet, round little butt. "Oooh, yesss Daddy, cum on meeeeeee!" Eden squealed as she felt the hot cum coating her buttocks. Within an instant, she felt her mother's slithery, delicious tongue licking her there, triggering her own, wonderful orgasm. Seeing both of her loved one's climax, Patrice followed suit. "Damn!' was all Blaine said as he fell on the bed between his two women. Both of them giggled, cuddling in close. Sleep came quickly, the three huddled together. When they awoke, the three of them piled into the shower this time, soaping, playing, but generally cleaning up so they could check out. As he watched the sexy pair walk towards their car, Blaine thought of cancelling the upcoming weekend with Lois and Vicki, then he reconsidered. Were his secretary and her lesbian lover liberal enough to accept a little incestuous fun? He shivered in delight as he pictured them with Eden, with Patrice, then in different groupings. The possibilities were endless and Blaine planned to exploit each and every one of them. "Penny for your thoughts, Daddy?" Eden said as she squeezed the cheeks of his ass playfully. "You'd need a dollar!' Blaine said as she stood on tip-toe to kiss him, her eager little tongue seeking his. Life was GOOD. Anniversary Present It wasn't one of the big ones, you know, Tenth, Fifteenth or even the First, just our Twelfth anniversary, and my wife and I had planned a romantic evening on the town. Dinner, dancing, and then back to our place where neither one of us planned on getting much sleep. Our two kids were staying with Grandma, so we would have the entire house to ourselves. We don't go out as often as I'd like, but when we do, my wife always looks incredible. Not that she doesn't look incredible all the time. In her late 30's, she is constantly being mistaken for her mid 20's. Tall, with a firm, toned body, her legs are perfectly shaped, and she has an ass men would die for. Her breasts are not large, but neither are they small (a full C cup for those of you who are concerned about such things), and they are round and firm, crowned with a gorgeous dark brown areolas and nipples. I work out of our house, being a writer, and on this day, my wife was playfully teasing me all day long by dropping hints about what she planned to wear that night. By mid-afternoon, I was incredibly turned on and couldn't wait for the evening to begin. We decided to make it like a date. I'd get ready, then take the kids over to Mom's. I had a few errands to run, so it would leave her plenty of time to get ready before I came back to pick her up. I had made reservations at our favorite sushi place (which I knew would be a turn-on for my wife, Bridget), and I got dressed and left to take the kids. I dropped them off, then ran to the florists to pick up the flowers I had ordered for her, and from there ran to the jewelry store to pick up the diamond tennis bracelet I had picked out earlier. When I got back to our house and Bridget opened the door, I realized she had not been exaggerating when she had been teasing me about what she was going to wear. She had on a short, black mini-dress, tight around her ass and thighs, and spaghetti straps dipped very low cut in front, showing off lots of her beautiful breasts. She had on black pumps and stockings. Not pantyhose, but thigh high stockings, and I just knew that when she sat down, you'd be able to see the tops of those stockings. Which she knows I find incredibly erotic. I told her she looked terrific, but before I could say another word, and before she said anything at all, she opened the door wider, to reveal our friend, Scott. Needless to say I was very surprised. Scott lives in L.A., and it seems he had flown into town that day for a meeting, and had decided to stop by on the spur of the moment. Not all that unusual, since he does that whenever he's in town, and we reciprocate when in L.A. It just seemed like incredibly bad timing. Scott apologized, saying it was obvious we had plans for the evening, and he'd just get a hotel room, or even hop a late flight back to L.A. But Bridget told him not to be silly, of course he was invited, which surprised and disappointed me, but then I saw the mischievous look in Bridget's eyes, and I realized she had something planned. I knew that Bridget and Scott had had sex several times almost ten years earlier. I knew about it before and while it was happening, and it was an incredibly erotic interlude in our lives. The reasons why it had happened needn't be gone over here, that is for a different telling, but let me just say that they had been incredibly attracted to one another, but if I hadn't been okay with it, I know nothing would have happened. We simply used the experience to heighten our sex lives. While that may sound disgusting or perverted to some, I don't see the point of strip clubs, or affairs, or pain... yet I do not condemn those who do. Anyway, Dinner went well, the conversation getting more suggestive the more we drank. While I didn't know exactly what Bridget had in mind, I had a pretty good guess, although it had been a long time since we had done anything like that. After dinner, we headed over to a dance spot not far from our house. We danced for hours, Scott and I taking turns with Bridget. When they were on the dance floor, I could tell Bridget was making an extra effort to turn Scott on. Which of course, also turned on every guy in the place. By the end of the evening, the DJ began to play slow songs, intermixed with the faster ones. When Scott and Bridget were on the floor, I watched as they pressed their bodies very close together, and their hands roamed one another's bodies. Discreetly of course. When it was my turn with Bridget, she whispered, "Are you having fun?" She knew that watching her flirt, or do other things, always turned me on. "Absolutely. How about you?" "Not as much fun as I think we're going to have in an hour or so." Then she licked my ear, running her tongue down the side of my neck. She was driving me crazy. We left the club around one-thirty, and rather than Scott sit alone in the back, he sat up front and Bridget sat on his lap, her dress riding high up her thighs, revealing the tops of her stockings. Scott caressed her legs, "Bridge, you know I prefer when a woman doesn't wear stockings. I think it's sexier." She grabbed his hand and smiled, "Of course I remember. But I wasn't dressing for you, tonight. When we went out, didn't I always go without stockings?" Scott looked at me to see how I was taking the chatter, so I smiled back at him, "I love the look of a woman in stockings. That way I can have fun taking them off." It wasn't a long drive, but I got the impression Bridget and Scott enjoyed it. When we got to our house, Bridget lit several candles, rather than turn the lights on. Scott, familiar with our place, put on some music and I got us all some wine. We sat on the couch and had our drinks, then Scott asked Bridget to dance to a slow song. I watched as they swayed and ground to the music. Before the song was over, they were kissing, their tongues exploring each others' mouths. Scott's hands massaged Bridget's ass, while hers roamed his back. We took turns, like in the club, dancing with Bridget for perhaps an album, until I was so turned on I was bursting at my seams, literally. "I guess it's time to hit the sack. I'll show Scott to his room." My wife grabbed me by my arm and pulled my ear close to her mouth, "Why don't I show Scott to his room?" I looked at her, unsure of exactly what she had in mind, but game for anything. I just needed to make sure she wanted to proceed with whatever she had in mind. "You really want to?" "Uh huh. You really don't mind?" I shook my head, "Not as long as everything's as we agreed." We had an agreement that Bridget could sleep with anyone she would like to, as long as I either got to watch, or she told me all about it, in intricate detail, afterwards. "Of course, darling", she whispered to me, as her hand drifted down my stomach and gently across the hardness being constrained by my clothes. "Then by all means, enjoy yourself." "I love you." She said, smiling. "As I do you." I watched Bridget take Scott's arm and lead him to the rear of our ranch-style house, to the guest bedroom. I could tell that Bridget was incredibly aroused at this point, she was a little flushed and her breathing had become slightly heavier. I went out the French doors, past our indoor pool, and through a second set of French doors into the back yard, where I would have an incredible view of the guest bedroom through the picture window overlooking the yard. Bridget and Scott soon entered the room. Scott didn't know what to do. He was uncertain what was on Bridget's mind, although I know he wanted something to happen. Rather than just say good night and leave, Bridget closed the door, although not all the way. She then went over to Scott and wrapped her arms around him. He pulled her close and they kissed, deeply. Bridget does this thing with her mouth where she treats your tongue like a...well, like another part of your anatomy, and proceeds to give it the best blow job it's ever gotten. They collapsed onto the bed, Bridget's one leg draped in between Scott's, never breaking the kiss. Scott brushed his hands across her breasts, deftly lowering the front of Bridget's dress to reveal her large orbs and extremely excited nipples. Then he broke the kiss, and had Bridget stand in front of him and remove her stockings, which she did slowly and with great feeling, her dress riding very high on her incredible thighs. It was obvious that Scott said something at this point, to which Bridget smiled and raised her eyebrows mischievously. She rejoined him on the bed, their hands roaming all over each other. Finally, she concentrated on rubbing his hardness through his pants. Scott was feeling every inch of her, her body responding to his touch. His hands slid lower and lower, as her dress rode higher and higher. Finally, he parted her legs slightly, his hand slipping under her flimsy panties and onto her mound. Bridget's back arched with the pleasure of the sensation. I can only imagine how moist she was. They kept this up for what seemed like forever, but was probably closer to half an hour. Then Bridget couldn't take it anymore. Frantically, she practically ripped off his shirt, then began to hurriedly undo his pants, sliding them down around his ankles. His hard manhood stood straight out, begging for attention, which she readily applied. Using her mouth on him, she drove him crazy, his hips bucking wildly as her lips and tongue played with his stiffness. Unable to contain himself, he put his hands on her shoulders, and gently disengaged her from her activities. They smiled at one another, him slightly laying down, his torso slightly raised off the mattress, her kneeling up at his side. He sat up and eased her down onto the bed, maneuvering her to its foot, her ass resting on the end of the bed. Slowly, his mouth kissing her thighs, he reached up and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her thong panties. She raised her hips slightly, and he slipped her panties down her long, shapely legs. With her legs hanging off the end of the bed, Scott knelt between them, using his tongue to glide up her inner thighs, finding the sweetness he had been longing for all evening. Bridget writhed on the bed, his tongue on her clitoris making her muscles dance for joy. Bridget's passion mounted, growing ever larger as Scott continued to use his mouth on her. But just before her muscles exploded with that warmth for which she longed, he stopped. She screamed at him not to (loud enough for me to hear from vantage point in the backyard), but he simply smiled, then shifted her fully onto the bed. Spreading her supple legs, he knelt between them, gently slipping his rock hardness up and down her engorged lips, playfully teasing her clitoris and the wetness below it. Bridget could not stand it anymore. Grabbing his ass, she pulled him towards her, forcing him inside her. Once there, he slowly built up a rhythm: in as far as he could go, his pelvis crushing down on hers, and then pulling out as far as he could while still keeping his tip inside her, before driving once more as deep as he could. Bridget's legs wrapped around his, her hands helping him thrust, their mouths locked together in a passionate kiss. Scott managed to keep it up (pun absolutely intended) until I could see every muscle in Bridget's body tense up, her nails digging into his hard ass, her legs locked tightly around his waist now. The kiss ended as Bridget's scream slowly built from the depths of her body, growing louder and louder as her climax raced through her body, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing within her. As she came, Scott could no longer contain himself, and with one last tremendous thrust, began to come inside her, spending his passion as it flowed into her. They lay there, Scott gently caressing her, their limbs intertwined. But I knew the evening was just beginning. When Bridget had left the door to the guest bedroom slightly ajar, I knew that she wanted me to watch what she intended to do with Scott. And I obliged her, getting almost as much fun and excitement out of it as they did. Okay, maybe not even close to their level of excitement, but I did enjoy it. Having watched both of them release their passion, I decided that I would make the evening really interesting. I re-entered the house and made my way to the guest bedroom. Through the slightly open door, I could see them still entwined on the bed, Scott's hands roaming over Bridget's back and shoulders, massaging them. I knew that if he kept that up much longer, Bridget would be ready for act two. Which was exactly what I had in mind. As Scott's ministrations began to once again arouse Bridget, she began to moan softly in time with his hands' motions. This in turn began to cause Scott to slowly become erect. Bridget reached down with one hand and began to slowly, gently stroke his hardening manhood, helping it to move faster down its path to full erection. Scott rolled Bridget over, facing away from him, so that he could better rub her back down, while she managed to maintain her grasp of the situation, so to speak. When she rolled over, she saw me standing in the doorway, smiled and winked at me. I needed no further inducement. As deftly as I could, I slipped out of my shirt and pants, then slid my shorts down, exposing my own swollen member. I moved over next to the bed, and Bridget stretched out her free hand, stroking me softly, delicately, as if it was the first time she had ever touched me there. Scott looked up and smiled, "Thank you". "You're welcome. But the night's young yet." Bridget let out a soft moan as she understood her desires were about to be realized. Leaning over I kissed her deeply, our tongues intermingling as I felt her hot breath on my face. Looking down her incredibly sexy body, I could see she had reached back with one of her legs, hooking it around Scott's hip, which allowed him easy access to where she longed to be filled. As he kissed her back and neck, he slowly, enticingly, entered her again. Bridget bit down on my tongue as he did so, the sheer joy overwhelming her. I massaged her breasts while we continued to kiss, Scott thrusting slowly in and out of her. One of his hands reached around and began to carefully, thoroughly massage her clitoris. Bridget was on fire. It was mere moments before her body began tensing, spreading from the base of her spine to the top of her neck and down into her toes as rapture overtook her. While she bucked and moaned, kissing became impossible, so I repositioned myself so that I could replace Scott's hand with my mouth. As my lips enveloped her clitoris, her already powerful orgasm ripped the veil away from sheer ecstasy. Bridget thought she couldn't go any higher, but she did, her screams of pleasure becoming inaudible. Scott was still hard as Bridget's tremors subsided, so I lay on the bed, Bridget kneeling between my legs, gently taking my cock in her mouth. Positioned like that, Scott had a beautiful view of my wife from behind, and it took him no time at all to take advantage of it. He climbed on the bed and gently ran his staff up and down between Bridget's legs, using it to part her lips and spread the moisture found there. Bridget pushed back against him, trying to get him back inside her, but he kept playing for a few moments before obliging, sliding his entire length inside her, taking her breath away. Bridget looked up at me as she glided her lips up and down the underside of my penis, letting her tongue play along. "Does he feel good inside you?" She could only nod, the absolute pleasure of what she was feeling readily apparent on her face. Scott began to plunge faster and faster, his pelvis slapping against her ass on every in stroke. Finally, he exploded inside her, driving deeper than he had yet gone. Bridget erupted, this new orgasm seemingly coming out of nowhere. Usually they built steadily, driving her higher and higher, but this one was different. One moment she was feeling the wonderful sensations of being with two men, the next she was skydiving through an atmosphere of pure pleasure. Her body slammed into the orgasm. All her muscles tensing at once, her back arching as automatically she tried to push her rear end further back towards Scott, trying the impossible task of getting him still deeper inside her. As their orgasms subsided, I rolled onto the bed next to them, laying on my back, my stiffness standing at full attention. Scott slid out of Bridget, and she straddled me, reaching down with one hand to guide me inside her as she lowered herself atop me. Almost immediately I could feel Bridget's next orgasm begin to build inside her. I had never seen her so turned on, and believe me, I had seen her pretty turned on. Scott sat next to us, fondling Bridget's breasts, occasionally taking one or the other of them in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on her nipples. I was so turned on by this point, that I knew that I would have to work at not having an orgasm too quickly. I wanted to time mine with Bridget's next one. I could feel the tingling starting in her thighs and the small of her back. Her breathing became more irregular, coming in small gasps as her eyes closed. She guided one of Scott's hands down between her legs, letting him caress her engorged clitoris. Then her muscles began spasming once again, she threw her head back and screamed as her pleasure crescendoed. Wave after wave washed over her body. As wonderful as her prior orgasms had been that night, this one seemed to be the most powerful and longest one of all. As her muscles spasmed around me, I couldn't hold back any longer and I erupted, releasing all that sexual tension inside her. Spent, the three of us collapsed onto the bed, Bridget managing to intertwine herself with both Scott and I. We didn't get much sleep that night, as time after time when we had recuperated we tried out different positions. With the sun beginning to peak out over the mountains in the east, we finally said good night to Scott, Bridget kissing him deeply, and made our way back to our bedroom, where Bridget and I made love one last, final, glorious time. I wonder what we'll do for our anniversary next year? Anniversary Present (C) 2007 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. Please send feedback to me - it makes writing these worthwhile. For a few seconds, Leanne stared at the door, wondering whether she should just turn around and walk away. This was the first time she'd ever answered a personal ad of this nature. Eventually, she tentatively raised her arm and pressed the doorbell. A tall, slightly muscular woman answered the door. "Yes?" She was a bit butch for Leanne's liking, and looked quite a bit older, perhaps in her late thirties compared to Leanne being in her early twenties, but that paled in significance to what her advert had promised. "I'm here about the ad," said Leanne, glancing around at the empty street. The woman looked her up and down approvingly. "I suppose you'd better come in then." She opened the door long enough for Leanne to slide through. "Do you have any disabilities or medical conditions?" she asked. Leanne shook her head. "No, none that I know of." "Good. Take off your clothes," she commanded once Leanne was inside. "I'm sorry?" asked Leanne. "Look, I don't have time for all this getting-to-know-you bullshit, OK? If you want to do this, then you have to do exactly as I say, otherwise you should leave right now. There are plenty of other subs in this area if you're not really into it." Leanne glanced nervously back at the door. She took a deep breath, then took off her clothes one by one as the butch woman went away and came back. "Good," said the woman as she took in Leanne's naked body. "Maybe you'll be some use to me after all." Leanne briefly wondered if she was referring to her obedience or her physical attractiveness. The woman was holding a few devices which she placed on a pile on the floor, except for one item. It was a collar, similar to the kind Leanne had bought months ago in the hope that her girlfriend would use it on her, before they had split up. Before Leanne had time to take in how quickly it was happening, the butch woman padlocked the collar around her neck and attached a leash to its front D-ring. At the end of its metal chain, a thick latex handle dangled idly in front of her labia. "Open," ordered the woman before holding the next item, a gag, up to Leanne's mouth. It was the head harness kind, complete with a whole web of lockable straps. "Shouldn't we agree on a safeword first?" asked Leanne, her voice tremoring slightly. "You know, a series of grunts or something?" She wasn't sure how many people actually used them, but they seemed like a sensible idea. "Open, slave," repeated the woman in a stern voice. Leanne hesitated a moment before slowly opening her mouth. The gag was a long ring or a short tube, depending on which way you looked at it, and Leanne flicked her tongue out briefly in experimentation as it was strapped around the back and top of her head and under her chin, padlocked in three separate places. To complete Leanne's outfit, the butch woman picked up the final item in the pile. It was a single sleeve, a device which held her arms together in a large glove-like piece of thick latex that was laced up from her fingertips all the way up her arms, then strapped around her shoulders to stay in place. She'd only seen pictures of one before, while reading up on her new found sexuality in an online encyclopedia. She never expected to actually be wearing one so soon. Leanne tried to ask what the woman was going to do to her, but she knew it would be futile. Only a mess of incomplete syllables escaped from her gag. "Shhh," soothed the older woman before grabbing Leanne's leash and leading her across the hall. Leanne felt her heart beat louder and louder as she was led through the woman's hallway, then her kitchen. She unlocked an inconspicuous door in the utility room before leading her through it and locking it behind her again. Inside was only a dimly lit staircase. The uncarpeted wooden stairs felt cold against her bare feet as the woman led her down it. Leanne was beginning to regret rushing into this without any experience, but she still felt overwhelmed by excitement, thinking of all the possibilities. At the bottom of the staircase was a second locked door, which the stranger led her through before she locked it behind her again. The room was quite large, but the sight of it filled Leanne with a very primal fear. The walls were bare brick, and the concrete floor felt even colder than the stairs had done. A stench of sweat and precum filled the air. There were no decorations of any kind. There was some exercise equipment near one of the corners, and a toilet at the far corner. It seemed to have been designed with long term captives in mind. There were sturdy looking metal rings protruding from several places in each wall, the ceiling and floor, and a handful of chains were dangling freely from some of them. There was another young woman in the room. She looked about Leanne's age, and was wearing only a white bikini. She was tethered to one of the wall hooks by a chain that must have only reached as far as the middle of the room. There were two empty dog bowls on the floor to one side of her, and a stack of magazines on the other side, all featuring photographs of bound women. She was flicking idly through one of them while gently caressing one of her nipples through her bikini top, apparently completely bereft of self consciousness. "Hello, my little slut," greeted the butch woman. "I see you're as horny as ever." "Just as you want me," said the young woman in the bikini, smiling sweetly. As she glanced up, she noticed Leanne, and her eyes lit up. "Happy anniversary," said the older woman. "Already?" asked the woman in the bikini. "It must be June then." "That's right," said the butch woman. "It was five years ago that I first took you in. You kicked up a bit of a fuss at the time, but you've certainly grown out of that childish behaviour since then." "Sorry," apolagised the young woman, casting her eyes down at the floor. "I know I wasn't very good back then, still harbouring delusions that I could somehow escape and go back to my old life." She looked back up at her mistress, her voice brighter. "But I've come to accept my new role in life now. I wouldn't even leave if you let me." "I know," assured the older woman. "And that's why I got you a present, to thank you for all the wonderful years we've had together, and to ensure you'll spend the rest of your life having as much fun as you can." She glanced at Leanne. "I know a handful of porn isn't enough to keep you occupied while I'm at work all day, so I got you something to truly keep you busy while I'm gone. She's all yours, to do whatever you want with." Leanne felt as if her whole world has just caved in. She tried to shout in protest as she attempted to wrap her latex-encased hands around the doorhandle, but it was no use. She threw herself violently at the door, hurting her shoulder, but the door showed no sign of breaking. She wondered if the neighbours could hear her. It was doubtful from this depth. At best, they might hear a murmur and a thud, and pass it off as someone getting frustrated at something innocuous. "Of course, she's just as misguided now as you were when I first took care of you," observed the older woman. "But I'm sure in time she'll learn to cherish her new role in life, as your pet, just as you cherish being mine." She pulled on Leanne's leash, dragging her across the room until she was kicking and screaming next to the woman in the bikini. The butch woman grabbed the chain connected to the wall hook next to the other woman's, and padlocked the end of it to Leanne's collar before removing her leash. "I'll leave you two to get acquainted," said the butch woman as she picked up the dog bowls from the floor. She carried them in one hand and unlocked the door with the other. Then she was gone, a distant sound of locks and footsteps that grew quieter until there was finally silence. "Don't worry," comforted the bikini clad woman. "She'll feed you pretty well if you're well behaved. Look on the bright side. You won't have to worry about work, rent or taxes ever again." She smiled with a look of young innocence that unsettled Leanne. Leanne started sobbing as she curled up on the cold, hard floor. As she looked up to see the other woman sliding her bikini bottom off, her heart sank even lower. She'd just worked out what the gag was forcing her mouth open for. Anniversary Present Brad knew he had to work quickly to get Jerri into a new phase of life before she got too settled. He had a simple theory. Being the good girl wife that Jerri was, she would never succumb to the fantasy if she were given time to think about it. It would have to be a surprise. Some conniving would have to take place. Brad knew what he had to do. Little did Jerri know that he had searched the net long and hard and handpicked a handful of black men for Jerri. He told them all about his wife in great detail, including pictures so they could get a visual taste of his wife. He hoped this information would help seduce his wife one day. October 22nd was their thirteenth wedding anniversary and, somehow, Brad convinced Jerri to leave the kids with the sitters and head southwest with him for a weekend in southwest Pennsylvania and a stay at the Nemacolin Woodlands Resort and Spa. She had been hesitant about leaving the kids, but once he convinced her it was only for a weekend, she relented and decided it would be good. After leaving the instructions with the sitters, they made the five-hour drive southwest from Philly and arrived at 6pm, just in time to clean up for their 7pm dinner. Upon opening her overnight bag, Jerri found that Brad had repacked for her. "Excuse me," she said, "But where are my clothes?" as she pulled out a skimpy little black spaghetti strap dress. Brad replied, "Honey, c'mon it's our anniversary. Can't you be a little sexy for me?" They ate a elegant meal in the Lautrec Restaurant and drank enough of the restaurant's fine red wine that Jerri was very relaxed and didn't notice that Brad kept checking his watch. He looked at his lovely bride in her little black dress that touched mid thigh. It clung tight to her body so that Jerri was forced to wear the thong underwear and push up bra Brad had chosen for just that reason. On the walk back to their room, Brad caressed Jerri's ass. "Stop it Brad, not in public," she scolded. Brad thought to himself that not even 3 glasses of wine was working. When they got back to the room, Brad relaxed. When Jerri went into the bathroom to fix her makeup, Brad grabbed his video camera out of his bag, checked his watch, hit record, and then shut the doors of the armoire just enough that Jerri wouldn't notice it aimed at the bed. Jerri came out of the restroom, embraced Brad and after a couple minutes of kissing, there was a knock on the door. Right on time. "Who is that?" Jerri asked "Jerri, I took the liberty of ordering you a Nemacolin Woodlands Resort Anniversary Private Massage in our room as a present." Before Jerri could say no, Brad opened the door to reveal a tall black man dressed in white shorts, a white T-shirt, sandals and carrying a shoulder bag of what must have be oils. "Hi, I'm Max. I'm here to give a massage to Jerri," he said. "There she is," said Brad winking at Max. "Great, I'll just get set up while you get ready," he said. Max dimmed the lights and set out a few candles and lit them on the night table and dresser. Jerri was mesmerized as this tall and athletic black man moved around the room preparing for her massage. His well-defined arms bulged out of his T-shirt as he pulled back the sheets. Finally she uttered, "You said get ready?" "Yes," he replied without looking as he laid out an array of oils next to the bed and placed his leather satchel at the foot of the bed. "Just undress down to your underwear, take off your shoes and you can lay face down on the bed. I don't want to get any oils on your clothes." She didn't notice Max and Brad shoot a grin at each other. These two had their plan working perfectly. Max wasn't a Nemacolin Woodlands Resort employee but a man Brad had been cybering with for a year. Brad knew this guy was what she needed and, as he brought a towel over to Jerri, he knew he was going to get his wish tonight. Jerri was subconsciously aroused. The man did remind her of a fantasy lover that she wouldn't dare tell anyone about. "Here, I'll hold up this towel so you can take off your dress, " said Brad. "Don't worry, I'll just step outside and give you ten minutes to get ready," said Max, pretending to be respectful like a professional masseur. As the door closed behind him, Brad moved to help Jerri out of her dress. Finally Jerri spoke up, "Brad, what is this? A joke? Did you ask them to send a black masseur?" Taking her dress off, Brad replied, "No Jerri, don't worry. He's a professional. How am I going to sound asking for a black masseur? Besides, you have to admit he's more your type than some lesbian. Heck, it's a bonus anniversary present that he's an attractive black man." Brad then helped Jerri lay down on the bed, placed a towel over her shapely little ass and walked over to the side of the bed to give her a kiss. "I'm going to go to the Amber Lounge and have a drink or two so you won't be nervous with me hanging around. I ordered the Full Treatment, which should last a couple hours. When you get done, come meet me down there. I love you. Now I'll leave and send him back in." "I love you too. Thanks for the massage," she replied giving him a peck on the cheek as she lay on her stomach in her thong, strapless bra, and a small white towel draped over her bottom. As Brad walked into the hall, he and Max each gave each other a wicked grin. Brad couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. "I'll give you a couple hours," Brad told Max as he walked to the elevator. Jerri lay there as she heard Max enter the room and heard him grab some oils, open the bottle, and start to warm them in his hands. She then felt the whole bed sink as he climbed onto the bed and then straddled her body. "Now, Jerri, I'm going to first use some aromatherapy oils to relax you and your muscles. I will gently rub them into your skin beginning from head to toe and then move onto a lemon seed massage oil and work any particular muscles you find tight and bothering you." "Please work my shoulders," she asked in a low tone. Max slowly worked the first layer of oil all over her body in smooth long strokes getting Jerri relaxed. She was really enjoying it and commented about how soft yet firm his hands were. His apparent professionalism put her so much at ease that she didn't flinch when he asked if he could remove her towel. He undid her bra from behind, telling her how he didn't want to get oil on her nice silk bra. As he moved around the side of the bed and leaned over, Max made sure that his cock was right in front of her face and on several occasions and made sure that his crotch accidentally brushed up against her face. As he moved down her body to her back, his bulge landed squarely in the palm of her hand, which lay, by her side. Jerri didn't need to move her hand to get a sense for how large this man was. As he moved around the length of his dick slid back and forth across her hand. It was like he was masturbating himself right in her hand. Just when Jerri was thinking of clenching her fist, he moved off the bed to get back around to the foot of the bed to massage her legs. This time he pushed his bulge up against her feet. Jerri estimated his cock was longer than her petite feet. Max then said he was ready to work on her back and shoulders and kicked off his sandals, climbed on the bed, and straddled her. His hands were strong and Jerri was in heaven. This man was such a turn on and in theory she was paying this man to run his hands all over her body. So far, his shorts had hidden the fact that Max had a raging hard on that was pressing against her body. What she didn't know was that when he took off his shoes, he had also taken off his shorts. Had she turned her head the other way, Jerri would have seen her small white body underneath this muscle-bound black rock in the mirror over the dark mahogany dresser. She was in heaven with her eyes closed, and each long stroke of his hands brought an inaudible moan that came from deep within. This beautiful black man was bringing her such sensual pleasure. As his hands reached her ass and rubbed her fleshy globes his thumbs swept deftly over the thin material covering her anus. Jerri bit her lip half in anticipation of Max touching her there, knowing that he would not, but half hoping that he would. Max then explained he was afraid the massage oils would ruin her thong as he threw the towel back over her rear after he dried his hands. He slipped his hands under the towel to her hips and tugged her underwear off her hips down her legs and dropped them to the floor. He noticed her thong was moist and grinned as he hopped back on top and warmed up his next round of oils in his hands, he firmly placed his massive thighs and knees on each side of her thighs. Jerri knew she was pinned and helpless but it was so erotic to be nude except for a towel, alone in her room with this God, this black Adonis. Max went quickly back to work on her back and shoulders. As he inched higher up on his body, he made sure his cock slid under the towel until it rubbed against her oil covered ass and slid easily between her cheeks as he massaged her. My God, thought Jerri, it feels like his cock is sliding over my ass. No it can't be. It has to be one of the bottles of oil. Her arms were now like limp noodles and her body was warm with the oils and the knots in her muscles were now gone. "How is this feeling Miss Jerri," he asked "This is heaven," she replied, not realizing the head of his cock was rubbing against the entrance to her already moist pussy. There was neither a towel nor his shorts separating them. "Are you ready for the Specialty of the House?" he asked. "Sure, but I can't imagine this getting any better. You're an expert stress reliever. I'm at your mercy." "That's what I like to hear. Have you ever had a Full Body Massage," Max asked sinisterly. Jerri said that she'd heard the term, but had never had one or any kind of a professional massage before this. Max moved Jerri's arms above her head and with one hand held them together in a fist. He then leaned down and started rubbing his whole body all over her back. She was now basically pinned to the bed. "How erotic, this is," she thought to herself. "I have to see what this looks like." She turned to look at the mirror and saw that his muscular black body was rubbing itself all over her. She was basically in a sexual position but this was a massage with a gorgeous stranger. The gyrations were amazingly similar. When suddenly Jerri realized she was going to come and felt warmth between her legs. "My God," she thought, "I can't let him know I'm going to cum," as she bit her lip. It was then she took another look and saw his bare ass on top of her, just as his cock slipped into her and he started kissing the back of her neck. "Max, no! It feels so good, but no. I can't do this to my husband," she protested, but she didn't resist at all. She tried convincing herself that it was Max's fault and not her own. Max held her hands tighter above her head and started thrusting into her tight wet pussy aggressively. "Max, oh god, its my anniversary. It's just not right," she said weakly, as her body started to betray her. Max adjusted his position to drive even deeper into this beautiful white wife. He continued kissing her neck, ears and cheek until he reached her lips and Jerri responded perfectly. Somehow, Max knew she had been secretly fantasizing about this moment. He knew there was no way she'd resist the actual physical temptation. She was the classic case of her mouth saying no and her pussy saying yes. He could feel it by how wet she was and how her hips met his thrusts. "I'm going to fuck you the way you need it," he said in a commanding voice. Max swung Jerri's legs around without his cock ever leaving her pussy and maneuvered her body onto her back. He looked down at her with his big cock thrusting deep into her pussy. He looked into her green eyes and said, "You are so gorgeous." Jerri's reach up and grabbed Max's head and started a deep French kiss that lasted for several minutes. As they were kissing, Jerri thought she should be feeling guilty about what she was doing, but she didn't. It was easy and pleasurable, like eating a second piece of chocolate cake at a birthday party. Jerri loved this feeling; she felt naughty, sexy, and a little slutty and she wanted more of this sinful chocolate cake that was fucking her. "Suck my tits," she commanded. Then she lifted her legs up on his shoulders and started moving her hips faster as if fucking herself on his immense black cock. "Oh, Gawd. I'm gonna cum," she cried as his tongue caught its first pass at her pencil eraser erect nipples. "Yes, fuck my cunt baby, fuck it hard." She exploded with the most intense orgasm, even more powerful than the first. As her orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes and looked into her lover eyes. "Damn, you are just too good. I can't get enough of you. Use me, baby. I want to please your sexy body just as you have pleased me," she moaned as she stroked her fingers over his well-defined chest. Max didn't wait a moment and began to kiss and suck Jerri's tits. He alternated his mouth between her hand-full size breasts. They were so soft and her aureoles were the size of silver dollars. This woman was really into it and Max just wanted to find any piece of leverage he could to drive deeper and deeper into this naughty MILF. He felt her nails digging into his back as they pushed their pelvises together franticly. Max grabbed her ass and pulled her into him. "Oh yes. Max, squeeze my fucking ass!" she pleaded. This man was so strong and she loved it. His cock was a fiery storm inside her and she wanted more! He was driving her mad with pleasure. Jerri didn't know how she did it, but she found the strength in her to pushed him off and get on top of Max. She maneuvered into a sixty-nine position and sucked his cum soaked cock like a porn star, taking his dick deep into her throat without gagging. DAMN! This little marketing executive was being unleashed into a little wanton slut, Max thought to himself. Max grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard then spread it wide open. He held her ass firmly, keeping her still as he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy. Then he licked her up and down over her throbbing clit. He could taste his juices mixed with hers on her pussy lips, which he rolled around between his tongue and lips. He fucked her with his tongue and she helped by grinding her pussy into his face, almost suffocating him. His tongue was making Jerri dizzy with bliss, but it didn't interrupt her sucking Max's cock with reckless abandon. "Cum for me baby," Jerri said as she came up for air "Take it like you want it, take me please!" With that Max pushed her mouth back on his rock hard cock and wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her pussy on his tongue. With his free hand, he took his thumb and pushed it slowly into her tight asshole. Max felt her groan with his cock in her mouth. Each time she took him deep into her throat his thumb went further into her ass. She had never let her husband go near her ass before. Every time he tried, she would push him away or tell him no. Now she was taking immense pleasure in this sinful act. He finger fucked her ass with two then three fingers while he ate her cunt out. Jerri's body convulsed uncontrollably so much that she didn't feel his cum splash against the back of her throat. She swallowed as much as she could, but half of it spilled out of her mouth and back down his dark shaft. Instinctively, she lapped it up and cleaned every drop off Max. Jerri was amazed that Max didn't lose his erection. She turned around and kissed him deeply. "That was fucking amazing," she said as she stroked his immense black cock with her petite hand. "You're still so hard!" she exclaimed softly, still stroking his cock and heavy balls. "You need to take care of that," he motioned his eyes towards his cock. "With pleasure," she said wickedly. She rubbed his swollen head between her succulent folds and then fed her greedy cunt with his dick. She watched as every inch slid deep into her salivating cunt. Jerri thought she couldn't come anymore, but she knew that this was her calling. She wanted to please Max to no end. Her legs burned as bounced effortlessly up and down on his cock like a piston. Her body was dripping with sweat and sticky with cum. Her juices pooled at the base of his thick chocolate cock and trickled down to the sheets. She felt so dirty yet she felt so good that she had fulfilled a dirty little fantasy of hers. She closed her eyes and bit her lips as Max pinched her nipples. Then it happened from deep within her. Jerri saw sparkles of light invade her eyelids. The air felt like it was charged with energy seeming to ignite a smattering of bombs deep inside her. Her body contracted tightly then expanded outward like a super nova. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming," Jerri cried out. Max had never seen a woman cum like this before. Jerri went into convulsions and fell on top of him. Max still needed to still come, his balls were throbbing. He carried her twitching body over to the french doors, opened the doors and propped her over the balcony that over looked the nearby golf course. Max spread her legs and then guided his meaty black cock in her ass. Jerri's body welcomed his gift of sin as he slid in perfectly. Snug with just the slightest amount of friction. Her ass felt so good. From below, any passerby who looked up would have seen Jerri's tits hanging over the balcony. Jerri was drunk with lust. If she had her total wits about her, the suburban mother that she was would have been humiliated by the couple below watching and taking pictures of her being fucked in the ass by a black man. But she wasn't herself at that moment; she audaciously enjoyed being put on display. She franticly rubbed her clit while Max fucked her ass. She looked right into the couple's eyes as the flashes from their camera burned her eyes. Max exploded in her ass and his cum flooded out of her ass and down her thigh. He pulled out and whipped her around and brought Jerri to her knees. She instinctively milked Max's cock as he shot load after load into her mouth. Max checked his watch, and was surprised to see two and a half hours had passed. Jerri was exhausted and was curled up against his thigh, sucking the last drop of cum off her bottom lip. He carried her back to her bed and wrapped her in the luxurious resort terrycloth robe and placed her in the bed. He wet a washcloth and wiped her down. Jerri pulled Max down to her, then embraced him as they kissed. Max broke the kiss. "I better go before your husband gets back. I had a good time." "I wish you didn't have to go. I want to see you again. I want you to fuck me again, Max," Jerri spoke in a whisper that was barely audible. Max left his number as he dressed and took Jerri's business card. When he was done Jerri was sound asleep completely at piece with what she had done. Max left her room with a grin on his face knowing she would be begging to fuck him soon. Max found Brad in the lobby. "That was fucking tremendous, Brad. Thanks for sharing that awesome piece of ass. You have yourself a slut for black cock now just like you wanted. I'll definitely be seeing you around." They shook hands and Brad ran up to the room to make sure his wife was okay. Jerri was asleep on the bed and he touched her to make sure she was okay. She opened her eyes and smiled. "Thank you sweetie. That was a great anniversary present. I am so relaxed. Max gave me a massage that was better than you'll ever know." She reached up and gave Brad a quick closed mouth kiss, knowing her mouth still tasted like cum. She curled up in the bed and instantly fell asleep dreaming of Max fucking her in naughty ways. Anniversary Present Brad turned to head towards his hidden video camera. "Oh Jerri, I will see just how well in a minute," he mumbled to himself as he took the camera into the bathroom to watch as his wife become a complete black cock slut. Anniversary Presents He had desperately wanted this present more than anything she could ever give him. This Anniversary he would be getting it, she just didn't know it yet. He lit the wicks on the slim tapers, fat pillars, and quietly colored votive candles resting around the bathroom. He smiled when he heard the car door slam, then tested the temperature of the softly scented water one last time. Perfect. There was nothing worse than working on an Anniversary, bosses had no sense of proportion about these things. She'd rather work Christmas. She dragged herself into the house with all the enthusiasm of a man on the way to meet La Guillotine and dumped her keys on the foyer table. Cocking her head to listen, her day went from worse to pissy at the sound of soft jazz coming from upstairs. Oh no, she dearly hoped he hadn't gone all out and planned some elaborately expensive celebration. She was just too tired and grumpy. The boss had been premenstrual, the customers had been even bitchier, and her feet were killing her. She slipped her shoes off and leaned against the front door for a moment, the chill of the outside air seeped through the solid oak and her clothes. Her lower back bowed out, pressing firmly to the cool wood behind her. It was kinked up from a day of dealing with the cranky sales staff and irate customers. Management wasn't much help either. Picking her foot up, she rubbed the ball of it with her thumbs, wincing at the mingling of relief and pain. Peeewww. Her feet stunk, sweat and pantyhose were an atrocious combination. The holiday stress was killing her, she couldn't wait until Christmas, just her and her baby cuddled up near a roaring fire and a tree twinkling with lights. Glancing at the stairs, she sighed. Well, no sense putting things off. He was up there, waiting for her to join him and do the gift exchange and sex thing. Not that she complained about the sex thing. That man could do more with his pinky finger than most men could do with their whole body and an arsenal of toys. She was just too tired and stressed to be aroused. He was going to take this badly, she knew. Their wedding anniversary was the most important occasion in their lives, they agreed to that when they married. She just hoped she didn't snap at him. She carried her shoes with her, the plush carpet felt decadently good to her abused feet. First thing tomorrow she was buying a pair of black flats, no matter how much he loved seeing her in higher heels. On normal days, it wasn't so bad, she actually did get to get off her feet. The days between Thanksgiving and Christmas, however, it seemed as if the store couldn't operate without her running from one side of it to another. Maybe shoe shopping would pacify him a bit. She was a lucky woman, none of her friends' lovers would have anything to do with a shoe shopping spree. Her man not only agreed to do it, but seemed to relish it. Using the railing as a crutch, she moved upwards. "Nick?" He didn't appear in the doorway of their bedroom, or even reply. Frowning, she paused at the head of the stairs. "Nick?" There he was. He stepped into the hallway wearing his red silk robe and a welcoming smile. He could make a dead nun drool and she was no nun. She smiled back. Perhaps a quickie before bed. "Nick." He pressed a finger to his lips. "C'mon sweetheart." He moved like a panther, one moment he was down the hall, the next he was in front of her, sweeping her effortlessly into the safe cradle of his arms. "Ni-" "Shhhh." He carried her across the threshold of their bedroom. Placing her gently on her feet near the closet, he began undoing buttons and zippers. "Ni-" "Shhhhh. Just relax and enjoy." He slipped the blouse from her shoulders, then pulled her skirt down. "Nick. I'm not in the mood for this," she snapped, and instantly regretted it. "It's okay love. I know." He picked up her hands and pressed a kiss to each one. "Come with me." Their white and blue bathroom had been transformed into a sensuous escape cast in soft ivory tones with candlelight. A soothing erotic scent underscored the welcoming warmth. Her heart thumped almost painfully in her chest. She should have known that he would cater to what she needed, not what he wanted. Her breath escaped her, only a slight hitch in her tone betraying her emotion. "Oh Nick." "Shhhh." he said, sitting on the edge of the tub. He clicked something, a motor coughed, then hummed quietly. The steaming water in the tub frothed into bubbles and the erotic aroma intensified. "Just climb in and relax." "A whirlpool?" She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around that wonderful, thoughtful man of hers. He enfolded her in his arms, squeezing tight. "Happy Anniversary baby. I love you." "Wait, I have to get your present." "Don't worry about it baby. Just relax a little bit. You'll give me what I've always wanted later." He pressed a kiss to her nose and stood her away from him. She smiled at him, then yanked at her underclothes, pulling them off and leaving them carelessly piled by the sink. He took her hand, escorting her into the tub with a courtly grace. "I'll be right back sweetheart." He paused for a moment, watching her sink into the tub with a long exaggerated sigh. He couldn't believe how much of a sap that little woman had turned him into. She was small, delicate looking, an energetic dynamo that barely weighed 105 pounds soaking wet. She couldn't do a pushup, but she could turn him into melted butter with a single smile. Damn how he loved her. She peeked up at him from the rim of the tub, and flashed him the dazzling smile he'd fallen in love with. He blew her a kiss and slipped out before he took it into his head to join her. He was a man with a mission, he had a plan and he wasn't going to deviate from it. The rewards were simply too appealing. Taking the steps two at a time he headed for the kitchen and a plate of finger sized chunks of fruit and cheese. A bottle of champagne and their wedding flutes. She was dozing in the tub when he returned, the troubled lines on her brow were smoothed, dispelled by the soft scents, the soothing candlelight, and the gentle persistent heat of the bubbling tub. The sound of the champagne cork being popped brought her fully awake. He was once again sitting on the edge of the tub, this time he was deliciously naked. He had placed a small table next to the tub, a plate of fruit and their wedding toast glasses sat on it. He poured each of them a small measure of the frothy fume blanc. "To you, my lover." he said, lifting his flute. "I love you baby." "I love you too." "I know you wanted this anniversary to be more special baby. I think it's wonderful just because you're here." He took a sip of the champagne and set it aside for later. He had no intentions of drinking it from a glass. Swinging his legs into the tub with her, he reached under the bubbles and fished out her nearest foot. "How was work today?" "It was crappy," she said, taking another sip of champagne. He eased her foot into his lap and started working his thumbs over the ball of her foot, massaging and soothing. The painful pleasure of it was so incredibly intense she couldn't hold back the moan. "Oh that feels so good." "Your feet are tense. It was that bad?" He slipped his thumbs farther down, to the delicate arch. He wanted to kiss her there. Her foot, so small, pale and fragile next to his tanned, hairy thighs had to be the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. His penis, no idiot, stirred and lengthened, hardening with the sexual desire that slammed through his brain. The head nudged curiously against her toes, smearing a few musky droplets of precum over their tips. He shut his eyes against the sight, holding back the sudden urge to orgasm. "Fenwick was being a bitch today. I guess Mike cut him off or something. He was bitchy as hell today and couldn't do a damned thing without my help. Mmmmm that feels good." She ended with a long drawn out moan. "The customers were awful. The ones with complaints picked today to come in." "Want me to go beat up Fenwick for ya? I can take him baby." His hips twitched, rubbing the incredibly sensitive spot just below the head between the tips of two toes. He swallowed a moan of his own and lifted his dick off of her foot. She laughed, a carefree musical sound that never failed to make him smile, even when his dick was so hard it hurt. "I can take Fenwick. I outweigh the little bastard." He lifted her leg higher, still rubbing her foot, and admired the graceful, wet curves of her leg. He slid his fingers around her ankle and calves, massaging the relaxing muscles there. "Can I at least beat on him a little bit? We'll both feel better." Her slender toes were inches from his mouth, he licked his lips, thinking about running his tongue along their sensitive tips. "Sure, go ahead. He'll probably like it though." He kissed her big toe, scraping a fingernail across the flesh of her arch. She moaned again, her toes curling and firmly nudging his lips. He took the invitation, intended or not, and slowly sucked the big one into his mouth. Her body jerked and she squealed girlishly. His mobile tongue slid wetly between her two toes, teasing and tormenting the sensitive skin there. "Nick! What are you- Oh my god." The last was almost drowned out by her groan. He dug his teeth into her toe lightly, she panted, arching tautly. The sensations were too intense, her body didn't know what to make of them, she was confused about what to feel, only that she never wanted it to stop and that she couldn't take another second of the torture. He slid into the tub with her fully, never taking her toes from his mouth. Her knee bent compliantly, her legs spreading to accommodate him. The fingers of his free hand slid down her thigh and into her neglected sex. He combed his fingers through the hair over her pussy, then parted her lips and slipped a inside. The delicate inner muscles flared momentarily, then clamped welcomingly around his finger. He groaned in approval around the fragile length of her toe. He rubbed his thumb gently over her clitoris and teased her second toe with his tongue. Moaning, she bucked under his hand, thrusting herself onto his fingers. He let her toe pop out of his mouth to press a kiss to her instep. His tongue drew a lazy line from her arch to her metatarsal, a voluptuous curve that he eased his teeth into. Letting go, he slipped her toe back into his mouth, sucking gently once again. She twisted in the tub, sending water splashing to the floor. Her hips rocked, chasing the orgasm he was driving her toward. She was a beautiful sight, spread out in the erotically gurgling water, her nipples hard, her hips writhing, her toes in his mouth, completely giving herself over to the pleasure. "Nick!" she screamed, the sound echoing and redoubling in the small confines of the bathroom. She tensed, arching almost completely out of the water, her pussy sucking at his finger, her toes curling in his mouth. His cock dripped and a warm rush of smug satisfaction made him smirk around her big toe. What man wouldn't feel like a total stud with a gorgeous woman screaming his name and cumming like that? It took everything he had not to toss her onto the floor and take her right there. Instead of giving into his demanding prick, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. She sprawled there bonelessly with the dazed expression of a satisfied woman. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he slipped his cock inside of her. Her eyes flew open, meeting his, while he slowly joined them together. Once he'd buried himself to the hilt, he lifted her legs again, placing her feet on his shoulders. Turning his head, he sucked one of her toes into his mouth. She jerked, impaling his cock deeper inside. Her eyes, still locked on his, widened. "Happy Anniversary baby," he said, thrusting heavily. Lifting her foot, he brought it to his mouth for more kisses and licks. She wiggled her toes, trying to entice him into sucking on them again. Groaning deep in his throat, he shut his eyes and let her slide a toe past his lips. His fingers traveled down her leg, automatically searching for her clit, a gesture that was unnecessary. She whimpered, thrashing her head, and came all over his cock. He found the image of her on the bed and the feel of her toes in his mouth unbearably erotic. Too erotic. Moments later he pounded his cock into her, his own orgasm slamming through him like a freight train. His plans for drawing their sex out were derailed. He rubbed his cheek in the arch, then nuzzled her toes, sweat dripping into his eyes. He smiled at her over her instep. "I love my present." He nipped at the ball of her foot so there would be no mistake. "Thank you." "But..." "Ssshhh." He licked at her big toe. "I love my present." She wiggle the toe and let it slip into his mouth, gasping when he sucked gently on it. "I love my present, too." Anniversary Presents "Here, put these on. These are the first present you get one our anniversary." We were going to celebrate getting married at a posh restaurant with all our friends. I was so excited to show off the new clothes he got me! they were a little too tight but I look good enough to handle that.My husband handed me a pair of underwear when I grabbed they started to vibrate! "AHHH!", I gave a little shrieked and dropped them on the carpet! THEY BUZZED! I looked at him and he was grinning! He had what looked like a remote control to a car doorlock in his large palm and with his thumb he pressed a button and I could barely hear the buzzing sound from the 'thing' I just dropped. We were both getting dressed to go out. He always liked to choose my clothes and he was GOOD at it. He had much better fashion sense then I did! We had only been marred a year and even though we hoped for children nothing had happened yet but it wasn't his fault: I was STILL getting used to him. I bent or to pick up the underwear and tell him I wasn't going to wear them and he grabbed my hips from behind and slid that pole all the way through my legs until, looking down, I could barely see the head of it peeking past my pussy. He flexed it and started to slide it along my shaved slit getting himself all wet wih me in the process. As my hands reached the offending panties he hit the buzzer button again and ordered me, "Stay in this postion and keep holding on to the panties. I ordered them online especially for you and for this night. You know you always had trouble with orgasms and I want to make you have them all the time. The ad said this was a guarantee!" He reached down and bent over me with his cock still sliding slightly between my now sticky wet inner thighs and he grabbed the panties and straightened a little bit and reached around my waist and pressed the buzzing part, very lightly, right where what he called my 'love nubbin' was. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I cried out and jumped as the light electric jolt stimulated that part of me while it buzzed against my clit. I don't like to orgasm I was always told it was evil. He was laughing softly behind me and his breath as blowing in my ear. I was close to the foot of the bed so I rested my hands on it so I would not fall down! My still unbuttoned blouse, that I was wearing to our anniversary dinner that night, was hanging open around my naked breasts. "Please! Don't! STOP!" I cried out trying to make him listen. "Don't stop? Ok I promise I won't stop!" Another light jolt hit my clit and I spasmed it ALMOST hurt and all the blood was rushing there and I was going to..."NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Please nooooo!!!!", I begged him starting to cry. He was never like this before! "I am tired of being the only one having any fun when we have sex! I want you to feel what it's like too! be a good girl and be still! The part that vibrates is called the 'egg' and..." as his voiced droned on with the explanation, I held every muscle in my pussy as tightly as I could and gave all my concentration to NOT orgasming....but I knew I would lose this time...God forgive me I knew I would lose! The head of that wicked pole was pressed right in between those two pink parts of me he called 'flower petals' and that monster was ready to break my resistance! Then he did something else he never did before: I felt something slimy and pointed being pushed against the other hole above where his.... "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" I shrieked so loudly I was sure all the neighbors coud hear me! "Please...please don't go there that is bad." I was crying even more as I desperately tried to keep myself from an orgasm! "This little toy beeps every time you contract or release your muscles in that luscious virgin peach of yours! He slowly pressed it into my resisting muscles. I could not keep it out it was made for easy penetration and I sobbed with relief when a realized it was no larger that what came out of me and only hurt a little going in. I kept my muscles tight but I was dripping down my legs now and my breath was coming in short gasps of fear and my heart was beating too fast! My husband continued calmly, "This device has a pump and when I squeeze it it is supposed to..." My scream drowned out his words as the THING in my ass suddenly JUMPED in size and I could barely keep my muscles tight! Thank God it didn't beep I was still in control but just barely. Just then the buzzing underwear he held to my clit jolted again and I could not help it...with tears streaming down my face I knew I was his whore even if I was his wife as the device in my ass beeped with each contraction of all those muscles and every cry that came from my mouth with every contraction as pleasure made my body go insane in waves and I lost my mind to it and he made every bit of pleasure HURT as the slamed that huge hard pole into every contraction of my forced orgasm and the tip of hs cock bit the end of me deep inside at the entrance of my womb, as if angry about the lack of children. As I cried out with each stroke he also cried out with pleasure and in his own mindlessness he squeezed the pump AGAIN just as we both came at the same moment and pain shot through me even as the juices of both our pleasures flooded out us! I was sobbing uncontrollably with shame as he eased himself out of me an pushed something that made the evil toy deflate and the evil underwear stop buzzing. I was shocked and amazed that I had enjoyed that so much even while hating it and further shocked that this was the man I married! He was turning into the devil! "Come here...come here baby I am sorry. Please forgive me? I got carried away! I am just so happy I could make you feel what I feel! That was my second present to you today!" His eyes were glowing and full of love and I let him draw me close until the tears stopped and we held onto each other in that moment as if time did not matter.... ...but time DID matter! We had a party to go to! The guests were waiting! "Quick we have to wash off and get dressed and go!" he was already ahead of me as he let go and ran into the shower with the forgotten underwear still in his hand and the devices dropped on the floor. I followed him and we washed up together and took care not to get our hair wet. We dried each other off. I loved this kind of thing: it felt like a massage and I loved to rub my hands on that strong body and he loved it too. We came out of the bathroom and started to dress and get ready as fast we could. Then he ordered me in a soft, but firm voice, "Put on this underwear I got just for you as a special present." My insides still hurt from the pounding and he wanted...? But he had a strange look in his eyes as if he knew I was his whore now and if I didn't....? I looked down shamefacedly and slowly pulled the buzzing underwear over my legs and tried to hide the fact that it was not quite pulled all the way up when he smiled and came to hug me and pulled them up so tightly the egg was pressed right where....I tried not to think about it as he let go and pulled my skirt, (which somehow now felt way too short and tight), down around me until it was at mid thigh where it belonged. "I want you to wear this bra. This is third present to you." I looked at it in horror! It was like the 'Genie' bra without the pads and their were two nipple sized holes in it! Tiny holes! He handed it to me while he was pulling on his trousers and when he reached for a belt, to keep them up, from the closet he gave me a LOOK.... ....I put the bra on. He came over and adjusted it until he could gently pull each nipple through the holes. The holes were not so tight to cut off circulation but they were lined with nylon lace that started to tickle my nipples immediately! "Jump up and down for me so we can make sure everything is in place and will not move." I was shocked again! Who was this strange crazy man I married! I started to beg him, "Listen to me please I can't go to the party like this I can't think with all this...please please...", I started to cry again and I yelped as the jolt hit my 'love nubbin' which had already had too much stimulation and made me notice how sore my ass was! "If you cry you will get a jolt and if you smile you will get a buzz and if you jump up and down in that bra and do everything I say you will make me happy and you will be happy too!" I slowly jumped up and down. The bra did not offer that much support and I bounced..."Jump faster! Jump up and down like a cheerleader and make believe you have pompoms!" This felt so embarrassing even though no one could see us I smiled a fake smile and started to jump up and down and pretend to shake pom poms while my breasts bounced around and the lace tickled my nipples and made them hard and I could see he was getting hard under his trousers and he noticed me looking and grinned, "Don't worry sweet heart we will save that for later we have a party to go to and you are going to look STUNNING! I have the best most awesome most OBEDIENT wife don't you agree?" "Yes!" I said breathlessly still smiling and jumping with parts of me hurting from penetration and ashamed of an orgasm." "You can stop now. This is the shirt you will wear tonight" I stopped jumping and sat on the bed with my sore tushy. Thank GOD he chose somthing LOOSE to go with the bra! I was scared already he would make me wear something as tight as the skirt!. Oddly enough it went well with the skirt and he lovingly slid some extra high heeled shoes over each foot and laced them around each ankle and tied them off with knots I know could not be untied unless the laces were cut with scissors, sucking each toe before he put the shoes on while he knelt and looked up my skirt with puppy like adoration. Then he grabbed my hands and pulled me up. Oh OHHHHHHH!!!!! the shirt material was also lace and it tickled my nipples constantly! There was nothing to do for it no way to get away from it! It was making me WET again! Wet in the evil underwear! As if he could read my mind he made the underwear buzz for one second and I forced myself to smile. "Say 'thank you' to me", he ordered softly. "Thank you..." "Say 'thank you for the awesome gifts'...." "Thank you for the awesome gifts!" "Good girl! Are you ready to go?" He was already dressed and he looked sooooo tall and handsome! I was wet just looking at him. "Yes..." I breathed, "I am ready." "That is wonderful because I have more lovely presents for you today all for our special day!" He kissed me gently on the lips and gave me one more hug and took my hand and helped me walk out to the car because I was so wobbly on those heels. Why such high heels? "I love those heels on you. Try to walk steadily darling. That sweet peach of yours sticks out just right in those heels! I want all the women jealous and all the men hard when they look at you my little whore wife." Now I was scared! I smiled at him but he must have seen the fear because after he lowered me into the bucket seat of his black, limited edition Corvette he shocked my poor love nubbin again which made me clench sore tushy muscles while my breasts stayed hard. I yelped again and when he got in the 'vette he said calmly, "You will act normal the whole time as if nothing is going on. You understand me? No fear no bad thoughts we are going to have a great time! You will LOVE the rest of my presents!" My stomach was doing flip flops and I was feeling so sexual as every part of me was stimulated beyond endurance and I had to act 'normal'. Oh God how was I going to survive the night! As we pulled out of the driveway he turned on the A/C and pointed the vents right at my breasts! "Do you like this?" he chuckled as my nipples stayed cold and hard....I was scared of the shock so I whispered, "Yes dear I love it!" I could feel the rumble of the 350 engine through the seat and between my legs and the feel of the egg on my clit. He had total control over me. "Don't worry darling no more shocks or buzzes for the drive.", He winked, "We can't have cum running down you leg when you walk into the party!" He grinned wickedly. He was so beautiful! Unbelievable! I was hot and wet and horny and horrified and scared and sore all at once! It was a thankfully short drive but a long walk up to the building and as I swayed on those heels he was kind and gracious and kept his arm around me so I would not fall but every step was excruciating as the movement of the egg in those special panties made my sensitive clit get sore with an arousal that was too soon. A sudden gust of wind blew my shirt in my face exposing my hard, lace encased nipples to the world if anyone was there to see it and I could here voices of others, arriving late, in the dark night. the lights from the building shone through the material my husband did not bother to pull down, I was so vunerable in every way! I dared not say a word to him about it either! His arm was still lovingly around my waist when he laughed and said loudly, "Hi I am so glad my old college chums could make it! So nice to see you!" I was flaming red with embarrasment as I heard some male voices answer back and I had no idea who, or even IF anyone had seen me in the darkness? My devil-of-a-husband gently dragged the lace shirt down over my nipples and I shuddered inside at the feel of the material as we came up to the door and went in.... .....UNBELIEVABLE! We walked in on a red carpet like we just won the Academy Awards! He had pulled out all the stops for this party! "Copy me." he whispered in my ear. Smiling friends family and co workers and old college friends stood in a line on either side of the carpet! There were mirror balls on the ceiling! He raised his hand and waved at the crowd and smiled and so I raised my hand and waved...the material was driving my nipples crazy! I smiled. Waved. Tormented. Smiled. Waved. Smiled. Walking down that carpet while he held onto me and the egg in my panties caressed....I was scared of the jolt surely he would not do that in front of all these people! Somehow I managed to get to the end of the carpet and someone gave me such a huge bouquet of roses I could hardly get my arms around it! To hold it it for the photo shoot I had to let thorns poke me slightly all over my breasts! Some one put a crown on my head and led my to... ....I started laughing I couldn't help it...A THRONE! Oh this was tooooo much! I looked up at my husband laughing and forgetting the circumstances when he hit me with the jolt and I cried out and dropped the bouquet and he caught me and carried me and set me on the throne all scared and shaky now....all eyes were on me as he began the buzzer and I was sure everyone could hear it but everyone was acting normal. They were asking him if I was OK and he came up to me while I was starting to drip and orgasm in front of all these people a second time while sitting on the throne. The way he had placed me made it easy for anyone nearby to look up my skirt. I was mortified. He kissed my forhead and smiled gently and said, "We are telling them you sprained your ankle wearing those heels...OK? "Yes..."I tried to smile while the egg buzzed. "Yes My ankle I can't walk on it...yes..." He was talking to someone next to him and one of his college buddies came up. "My friend is a doctor we should let him look at your ankle." OH NO! He would see up my skirt! His act of touching my ankle happened at the same time of my first cry. I tried to make my cries, of obscene pleasure before the whole world, correspond with the doctors movements while examining my ankle so it looked like legitimate pain. I felt so humiliated. I could feel the cum between my legs and was glad when he stood up and told my husband I should not walk on it but should stay sitting there. What a relief...My devil husband leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You did an AWESOME job of acting! I am so proud of you and so happy I could give you pleasure!" I as in a dreamy daze at this point and not quite in reality. He sat in the throne next to mine and they put a crown on him too. I barely recognized anyone at this point not even my own mom and dad as they cheered with everyone else like nothing was going on. Two children decked out in cute bows and ribbons like at our wedding brought us huge goblets of wine so we could toast each other. I smiled and waved at the crowd like a doll. "Be a good girl and drink all the wine!", My husband was laughing and smiling and joking with people...it seemed like a gallon of wine to me I never drank much! He downed his easily and quickly. I tried my best to copy him and got it all down. The room was swimming around. I was smiling and laughing but I had no idea what I was smiling and laughing at? Someone handed me the bouquet of thorny roses and I scooted back in the seat of the throne to avoid the worst of the pricks. My husband leaned over and said, "You are so beautiful and such a good obediant whore I had this throne made very special just for you. It is my next present. They will start dancing to the music as the lights go down and you will feel dancing deep inside you as they dance..." He was being so kind and sweet and I had know idea what he meant. He got out of his 'throne' and stood behind mine and cameras flashed and pictures were taken of us as I smiled and tried to wave and tried to keep my skirt down while avoiding the pricks all at once. Suddenly the music started and the dancing began. The lights went dim. No one noticed as he 'buckled' me into the throne with a slight protrusion right where my bladder was so that the belt pushed against my bladder and made using the muscles more difficult. I was sorry I drank all that wine. "This throne for my queen cost alot and came from Japan. Now that you are nice and tight again from Cumming I think you will enjoy this. In the darkness he reached around and started to carefully roll my already crazed nipples in his fingers, underneath my shirt. I moaned but no one heard it in the music and dance. A loud song came on and my eyes closed as he played with my breasts. During the loud song he jolted my abused clit several times but the yelps were drowned by the music. Each jolt made all my muscles clench hard. He finally stopped punishing me for crying out. "Now you will be nice and wet and tight. You make me so hot you sweet beautiful bitch!" I was mindless. A disco song with a sexual beat came on and as it did and the rainbow mirror lights flashed and people got tipsy and happy the seat of the throne I sat on suddenly had a hole in it. While my husband continued to torture my nipples I felt something slide between my legs like his cock did at home only this was BIGGER. "Hold on to your roses and let them drop a little bit it is all that will save you from shame. When this is done with you I won't hurt you anymore and you can enjoy me all the time. But while no one is watching I have to make sure no one will hear you.... Through the hole in the bottom of the throne I felt his hand come alongside the snake and he had something that cut the obscene panties away and I was sorry to lose them because there was nothing between me and IT.... "Be a good girl and open your mouth. How I make the settings work on this machine depends on your obedience to me." I nodded unable to speak. "Open your mouth sweet heart as wide as you can and hold the roses lower so you can rest your arms and hide yourself.", I did as he said and he stuffed that cum soaked egg with the underwear wrapped around it in my mouth. I was gagged. "Try not to attract attention and it you need to scream this will help muffle the sound. I will go tell the DJ's to play very loud music and there is a video camera below that will show you what is happeneing to you above. Also I will be able to have a video for myself to enjoy!" He put some glasses on my eyes and I could SEE THEM! Two flexible mechanical snakes! The belt held me in place just right and my poor bottom was exposed! The sides of the throne moved! Two panels came between my legs and spread them open! No one could see but me! The next song was louder! The huge bouquet of roses hid my spread knees! I held it as tightly as I could with trembling hands. My husband came back and began abusing my breasts again. Rougher this time while I could see nothing but the mechanical snakes as they moved around seeking....