4 comments/ 21175 views/ 6 favorites Complete Trust = Complete Bliss By: aprguy Liam had always subscribed to the Woody Allen theory that 90% of life is showing up. Basically it was a metaphor for the idea that perseverance pays off. Liam had used it in his school career, his professional career and in his sports endeavors and had always, eventually, been rewarded. Even in his sex life with his wife Liz, it always seemed to work. But not this time. He had asked her for one thing over and over and over again and had always been rebuffed. He asked for his birthday – nope; their anniversary – no dice; Christmas – sorry. But he kept at it. It wasn't like not getting this was bad – their sex life was already more than satisfying; but it was something that he always fantasized about. So..as his 45th birthday approached, Liz asked him what he wanted. Liam's reply? "You really have to ask?" Liz just rolled her eyes, shook her head, smiled and walked away saying, "Well, at least you are consistent!" Woody would be proud! He would also have smiled knowingly just a few minutes later when she came into the living room, shut off the TV, sat across from Liam and said, "So...let's just say "hypothetically" that I would agree to this...tell me what's involved." After the shock wore off his face, Liam answered, "It's quite simple really..I want a weekend where you will do whatever I ask, no questions asked, no refusals and no repercussions." "So you want a sex slave for the weekend." "Um..no..I wouldn't say a slave – maybe a servant. I'm not into whips and chains and humiliation and cliché stuff like that. I don't want to dominate you any more than I want you to be subservient to me. I just want you to trust me so completely that you are willing to give yourself to me." Liz replied, "But baby, I DO trust you – completely!" Liam looked directly at his wife, "I would disagree." When he saw anger flare up in Liz's eyes he said, "Let me explain. Yes, you trust me, but that trust comes from a different place than I'm talking here. Your trust comes from the fact that no matter what, no matter how much I want something or want to do something, if you say "No" or "Stop" even if we are right in the middle of something, you know I will comply. I love you that much and respect you and our marriage that much. The trust I'm talking about comes from you surrendering yourself to me and not questioning me, not saying no to anything and not stopping me and trusting that, while I may take you to a place that is outside of your comfort zone, it's not "bad" and it's what I want. And I won't have to justify myself, ask nicely, beg or anything like that. Baby, our sex life is great, but there are times that I want more and I hold myself back because I know you will put the brakes on. I don't go there so I'm not disappointed, but I can't say that it doesn't bother me sometimes." Liz's face clouded over and Liam immediately thought that he had upset her, but something told him not to say anything. Liz was, for sure, upset and she wanted to argue, but the truth was Liam was right. She was always "in control". Not controlling, but very sure of her boundaries. Liam called her the "hall monitor" because she made sure those in her life that she loved were safe and secure. Had she gone too far? Maybe as she aged she was becoming more and more controlling and less willing to cede control to anyone else. She gave Liam a look he couldn't quite decipher (although he knew it wasn't happiness) stood up, turned away from him and walked out of the room. "Well," thought Liam, "Put that birthday present on hold – indefinitely!" And he did. He put all of those thoughts out of his mind over the next couple of weeks and just got on with the day to day grind of making a living. Liz was back to her normal wonderful self, loving, caring and an amazing wife and mother. So it certainly came as a shock to him (initially at least) when he saw a text message on his phone from Liz and read it. "Ok, here's the deal. I'm not doing a gang-bang, I'm not going to have sex with you in front of a big group of people and if you want me to do another woman, or you want us to do it with another couple, I want to know who they are first. If you are ok with that, I'll give you want you want for your birthday." Liam chuckled to himself and thought, "I shouldn't have been so surprised." Typical Liz thinking it over and over and over again before making a decision. However, after reading the text several times he reluctantly sent her the following simple reply. "Thanks for the offer, but I'll decline." Liz must have been waiting at her phone because her reply was almost instantaneous. "What? Why – this is what you wanted!" Liam's reply: "It's simple really. You are giving me what I want, but it's under your terms. I'm not saying I want to do any of the things that you mentioned before, but the whole point of what I want is for you to surrender your need for control and TRUST me enough to do whatever I want. NO CONDITIONS. So..while I understand that even this much was hard for you, thanks but no thanks." Liz had to agree – he was right again. What was it about her that had to have just that little bit of control? She completely trusted Liam so what was the problem? Could she finally let go and just "Let it Happen?" Then it hit her – a compromise that she was sure Liam would go for. Liam heard his phone beep with a message and his cock turned to stone immediately after reading Liz's reply; she was right – this was a compromise he would definitely go for! "Ok – you're right. So..here's my offer. Total surrender..no questions, no conditions, no saying no...BUT..at a weekend of my choosing in the future, we change roles." When Liz read his reply she was not surprised, "Oh..I think that is a very workable solution!" There was no other correspondence between the two of them for the rest of the day, but that didn't mean it wasn't right at the front of both of their minds. Neither could think of much else as their day wore on and both had to pay extra attention while driving home. It was pure serendipity that caused them both to arrive at home within seconds of one another. As Liam emerged from his car, the telltale bulge at the front of his pants confirmed to Liz what she already suspected and the obvious imprint Liz's nipples were making in her silk blouse told Liam that they had exactly the same thing in mind. Not a word was spoken as they entered the house. A quick "Emma?, Are you Home?" from Liz confirmed, thankfully, that their daughter was indeed at her part-time job and wouldn't be expected home until later that evening. Liam grabbed Liz's hand and fairly dragged her up the stairs to their bedroom where they both frantically stripped away their clothes. Liz was a beat quicker than her husband and as the last of his garments hit the floor she pushed him onto the bed on his back, threw her leg over him and immediately impaled herself on this rock-hard cock. Still, no "words" were spoken...just a collective exhalation as pent-up desire met with at least some measure of relief. Liz was crazy with lust; she reached down and grabbed two handfuls of Liam's chest hair and used them for leverage as she simply rode him – bouncing up and down on his fat cock. Liam reached up and grabbed Liz's tits and roughly squeezed them – flicking her pebble-hard nipples in time with her descents on him. This was not love-making; this was pure, animalistic need. By the time they were done – Liz cumming first and coating Liam's cock and balls completely and soon after Liam painting the inside of Liz's velvet pussy - they were covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Liz was collapsed on her husband, totally out of breath, pussy still twitching and spasming around its wonderful invader. Finally, Liam was able to catch his breath and calm down enough to speak, "Well, it seems like I'm not the only one that got turned on by our text messages today!" "Oh my god", Liz replied, "I could barely get through the rest of the day – it's been a long time since I've been that horny." "So, tell me, what made you change your mind after all this time?" "Well, it was a lot of things. When we talked a few weeks ago I have to admit that I was pretty upset – but not at you – I was upset at myself. You were totally right. I do trust you because I know that no matter what, if I say no, it's no – you respect me and us that much. But that's not so much trust as it is control – you were right again. I realized that that's kind of how I'm put together – how I'm "hard-wired" - but it's not right. You aren't asking for something unreasonable. We've been together so long that I think I have a pretty good idea of the kinds of things that you desire and even if it's not my cup of tea, if I REALLY trusted you I would go along. You were absolutely right in rejecting my first text – it was pathetic and your reply twigged something in me. I suddenly realized that maybe being totally out of control might be liberating. That sometimes I say no not because I don't want to, but because I think I shouldn't – how sick is that? That maybe what you want is exactly what I NEED and then all of a sudden it hit me. I was thinking about how much fun you were going to have and wondering why you should get all the fun when I got the idea of reversing roles. It was perfect – you have total control and then I have total control. So that's when I sent you the text and honestly, when I read your reply, my pussy got so wet so fast I couldn't believe it – and I spent the rest of the day thinking about fucking your brains out when we got home." "Well", Liam replied, "your text had pretty much the same effect on me" "Oh really? Do tell!" "Not right now, I have something to do first." "What could be more important than this?" Liz replied "This!" With that, Liam reached up, flipped Liz onto her back and jammed his still rock hard erection into his wife. While this coupling was less frenzied and more controlled, it was no less intense and after five minutes of straight-on pounding, Liam emptied his second load of cum into Liz. "So...when should we do this?" asked Liz after their breathing returned to something close to normal. "Well...Emma is going to the Elliott's cottage with Chantal next weekend....." "Wow, so soon? That's a couple of weeks before your actual birthday." "I realize that, but it may be the only opportunity we have." "Hmmm...you know, you are probably right – so..next weekend I'm all yours!" Nothing much happened over the next week; however there was definitely a heightened buzz in the air between the two of them. For one reason or another, whether it be fatigue or simply too much to do, they had had sex only once since they struck their "agreement" and as the weekend approached, Liz found herself getting pretty randy. On the Thursday before their weekend she joined Liam in the shower first thing in the morning for what she hoped would be a quickie to take the edge off but was surprised when she was rebuffed by her husband. "Sorry Baby, not this morning – I have an early meeting." was all he said and then got out of the shower. By the time Liz was done with her shower, makeup, getting dressed and arrived downstairs for breakfast, she found only Emma at the table. "Where's dad?" she asked. Emma replied, "Oh, you just missed him – he hugged me and told me to have a good time this weekend and said he had to get going." After breakfast Liz left for work, dropping Emma off at the Elliott's on her way with a hug and wish for a fun weekend. Just as she was getting back into her car, she received a text message from Liam. "Hey Beautiful, check inside the console of your car for me will you?" Liz smiled to herself as she popped open the cover and discovered an envelope, which she opened. Inside she found a gift card with the following note. "I realize that you still have a full day's "free will" but I'm hoping that you will do a couple of things for me ahead of time simply to save time for the weekend, 'cause we are going to be busy! ;) If you are ok with that, please use the enclosed gift card to purchase two bra and panty sets – one with a thong, one with regular panties. I want pretty and feminine – nothing slutty or cliché. Also – for the weekend I'd like there to be nothing between your panties and that beautiful silky pussy!" Liz smiled to herself and thought, "Well, he's pretty predictable." She mentally patted herself on the back for booking a Brazilian wax right after work today. As the day wore on, Liz found it harder and harder to concentrate on work. So many questions were going through her head. "What are we going to do? Where are we going to go? What if he makes me do something I hate?" She soon realized that while giving up all semblance of control went against her nature, she was truly looking forward to their adventure over the weekend. Her mind was filled with all kinds of erotic thoughts of what they would do, the different places and positions she would find herself in and the liberating feeling of not having to worry about any of it. The only problem was that all of these thoughts made it rather difficult for her to concentrate at work and she constantly found her mind wandering back to that big fat meaty cock of Liam's that had given her so much pleasure over the years. She went to the spa directly after work and walked out, buttery smooth between her legs. "Mmm, she thought, Liam will love this – I sure do!" she thought. Then, off to her favorite lingerie boutique where she picked out two beautiful bra and panty sets – one with a thong and one with boy shorts – just like Liam had asked for. While trying them on, it took a lot of self-control for her not to rub her pussy in the privacy of the change room – she couldn't get over how aroused she was. Liz arrived home shortly after 7 and was welcomed into the house by the aroma of a beautiful meal of grilled steak, salad and sautéed shrimp, started off with a great Margarita and finished with some incredible fruit kabobs that had been lightly grilled. The combination of the knowledge of what was going to happen over the weekend, her freshly waxed mound, the sexy new lingerie and the great meal had Liz ready to start their weekend early. She sidled up to Liam while he was cleaning up the kitchen and rubbed his crotch invitingly. "What say you give a girl a sneak preview of what she can expect this weekend." she said in a husky voice filled with desire. Liam gently took her hand away. "I'm sorry baby I can't. I have a huge proposal that has to be done by day's end tomorrow and if I don't work all night here I'll never get it done. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you with this weekend!" he said with a wink, a smile and an affectionate peck on the cheek and headed off for his office. Liz was shocked. She wasn't used to getting turned down – especially twice in one day! But, work is work and these things happened from time to time so she busied herself with some household chores – doing some laundry early, figuring she wouldn't have much time to do it on the weekend, but was still preoccupied with that vague aching in her loins. She went to bed well before Liam who was up very late working in his office and she couldn't sleep, her desire for sex was such that sleep eluded her. She rarely masturbated when Liam was home, but gave finally gave in to her desire. As her hand slipped down into her panties and slid over her newly smooth-vulva she could feel herself already close. However, before she could get all the way to the peak Liam came to bed! Self-consciousness prevented her from continuing while he was there so she found herself worse off than when she started! To make matters worse, Liam climbed into bed naked which was his custom when Emma wasn't home. She was determined to make one more try and rolled over and caressed his chest and said, "It's about time you came to bed big boy!" and reached down to grab his cock, which, to her surprise, was flaccid. Liam sighed, "I'm sorry baby, not tonight, I have this proposal bouncing around in my head and can't get it out of my mind. I really can't concentrate on anything but that right now – I'll make it up to you this weekend – I promise." And with that, he rolled over and went to sleep. Sleep eventually came too to Liz but it was an erotic, dream-filled sleep. She woke up, somewhat refreshed but far from satisfied only to hear Liam in the shower. She was just about to join him when he stepped out with a smile and said, "Good morning beautiful! I think I worked out how I'm going to make the numbers work on this damn quote!" And with that, he stood in front of the mirror to shave. Liz looked at her husband standing at the mirror, naked. "Not bad for 45", she thought, "Hair thinning just a bit with no gray just yet, a handsome face, nice thick chest and arms, no six-pack, but trim with just enough of a belly to be "real", beautiful strong legs and rock-hard butt and a big, thick, veiny slab of a cock that she really, really wanted right now, but couldn't have. With her husband bouncing around the house getting ready for work, Liz resigned herself to the fact that she would have no chance to get herself off before work so she simply showered, got herself ready, ate some breakfast and the happy couple left at the same time, with Liam giving her a quick kiss said, "Really, really looking forward to tonight the rest of the weekend!" Just after lunch, Liz's cellphone pinged with the arrival of a text which turned out to be from her husband. "Proposal finished! Boss LOVES it! Think the client will too! Clear mind so I can concentrate on my birthday gift! See you at home! ;)" "Good for you," Liz thought, "I haven't been able to concentrate on anything BUT that for the last two days. If I don't get laid soon I'm going to go crazy!" Mercifully, the day was busy for Liz so, in spite of her almost constant state of vague arousal she was able, for the most part, to get through the day pretty well. As she approached her house after work she took a mental checklist of what she was feeling. Definitely nervous, but it was an excited nervousness. Definitely apprehensive – she had no idea what Liam had in store for her, but with the shackles off she was absolutely convinced it would go beyond her normal boundaries. And lastly – DEFINITELY horny! The anticipation of their weekend coupled with the fact that she hadn't had any for a few days made her almost crazy with need. It felt like she had been wet the entire day – she had been, for sure, aroused all day and was looking forward to getting that itch scratched – big time. She pulled into their driveway and was not surprised to see Liam's car there. She figured he would have ducked out of work early to prepare. What was she going to find? A den of punishment? Liam naked and hard on the bed waiting for her? (She could only be so lucky!) So, with a mixture of nervousness and excitement she closed the garage door and walked into the house. Liam was there to greet her, clothed like he had just come from the office, the only thing that was different than normal was that he handed her a glass of wine – an expensive vintage that they saved for special occasions – of which this would definitely qualify. "Hello baby," Liam said, "Welcome home..I'm very much looking forward to our weekend." With that he leaned down and gave her a kiss that gave her just a hint of the urgency of his lust. "I'm looking forward to it too, my love," Liz replied. "I don't know what to expect or what's in store and I'm surprisingly happy about that." Liam said, "I'm sorry that I've been kind of unavailable the last couple of days, but it was unavoidable. Now that I have that off my plate I can concentrate on my birthday gift!" "Oh yeah, your birthday gift," Liz teased, "you have anything in mind that you want?" Complete Trust = Complete Bliss With lust-filled fire burning in his eyes her husband replied, "Ohhhhh do I ever. I'm going to take you places you would never dream of this weekend, so get ready!" Liz was initially taken aback by the fierceness in Liam's eyes, but bravely said, "I'm yours for the whole weekend – no conditions, no refusals – do with me as you please my love." With that Liam took Liz's wine glass from her, led her into their living room and took her into his arms and smothered her with a deep, lust-filled kiss. He then looked at her and said, "Let's start off with something easy and familiar though shall we? I want one of your exquisite blow jobs, just to take the edge off!" Liz smiled, "Oh that's an easy order to follow. Where would you like me to do it?" "Right here where we are standing would be fine." Though surprised, Liz sank to her knees and bent to the task. "Finally," she thought, "He can only stand me giving him head for so long and then he has to fuck me – so I will finally get some relief!" She began to work her magic on Liam, running her hand up and down the outside of his pants, seeing the outline of his already stiffening cock. She was going to make this very, very good for Liam. Then, she lowered his fly and put her mouth into the opening and breathed her hot breath onto his cotton-clad cock. She heard him gasp and he further stiffened. "Take it out and suck it – now!" he commanded. She was about to tease him a little longer but then realized that he was in charge and immediately reached into the fly of his boxer briefs and pulled out that eight inches of heaven she knew as her husband's cock. She lovingly ran her tongue all over the shaft, tracing the prominent vein that ran up its port side. She took just the head into her mouth and rolled her tongue all around it and pushed her tongue into the slit making him flinch. "Undo my fucking pants and look after my balls!" was his next command and Liz happily complied. Her pussy was dripping wet at this point and she was sure that she could have wrung out her panties if necessary. To her great delight, Liam had found the time to shave his balls – they were perfectly smooth and soft and totally, totally suckable. She lovingly bathed both of his balls in her saliva, sucking his sac into her mouth and letting it go with a gentle pop while stroking his now ossified cock. "Yeah...that's it...that's my favorite cocksucker," Liam hissed. He reached down and lifted his balls, a signal for Liz to give some attention to his "undercarriage and ass. This wasn't something she did under normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances! She bent down further and snaked her tongue out to bathe his taint and asshole with her sweet saliva. "Fuck yes!!!" Liam bellowed. "Finger my asshole baby! Again, something rare, but not unheard of in their lovemaking. As Liz licked her finger and pushed it into her lover's ass, she thought, "so far, this is really pretty easy!" But then things got not so "easy." Just as Liz got into a nice rhythm of pushing her finger into Liam's ass while pushing her mouth over his cock, Liam reached down and grabbed two fistfuls of her beautiful auburn mane. Then he pushed Liz's head further and further onto his cock. Deepthroating Liam was something she had only been able to accomplish on very rare occasions – those occasions being when she was very relaxed and very prepared – neither of which she was at the moment. However, the dynamics of the weekend being such as they were, she was not in a position to complain. Liam then held his wife's head in a vice-like grip and started to move his hips back and forth. He was almost blind with lust – wanting to do this for so, so long, without the fear of her backing off or saying no. Liz struggled initially to be able to accept Liam's huge cock, but eventually relaxed enough to keep from choking. Soon, however it began to get increasingly difficult as Liam started to fuck her mouth faster and faster and push his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. "Fuck yes! Fuck yes!" Liam yelled as Liz's eyes began to water while she struggled for breath. She looked up at her husband and barely recognized the animal-like intensity on his face. All of sudden, on a particularly forceful thrust of Liam's hips she seemed to relax just enough for his cock to slide past her gag reflex and truly into her throat. Liam sensed this immediately and gunned his hips forward, totally sinking his full eight inches into Liz's throat. "Ohhhh fuck yessssss!" Liam hissed. "Stick your fucking tongue out and lick my fucking balls you beautiful cocksucker!" With her mouth almost impossibly full of cock, Liz forced her tongue out of her mouth and did what she could to comply. That was the final straw. Liam grabbed the back of Liz's hair with one hand and yanked it off of his swelling cock. With the other her reached down and grabbed his cock, aimed it as Liz's face and after two quick strokes unleashed a torrent of cum all over his wife's face. It covered her eyes, her forehead and cheeks. It oozed down and started dripping off her chin. And he just seemed to keep cumming – it wouldn't stop. He then used his cock to scoop up some of the huge load that had accumulated on his beautiful wife's face and pushed it back into her mouth. "Yesss, clean me up, you beautiful cocksucker!" he said and Liz obediently complied. Eventually Liam's orgasmic high settled down and he collapsed on the sofa. That had been completely new territory for them. Liz had always shied away from facials and Liam had never pushed the issue, happy with the outstanding blowjobs that Liz regularly provided. But this weekend was about him and he took what he wanted. For her part, Liz was crazy with lust – she could get into this surrendering stuff! But because Liam had cum, his beautiful cock was deflated so there would be no orgasm for her – yet anyway. Finally Liam recovered enough to say "We have dinner reservations in 90 minutes. We need to shower and get ready. Nothing formal, but dress nicely and wear the outfit with the thong that I'm assuming you bought." "Oh yes I did – here, let me show you!" "No, I don't want to see it yet – I will soon enough. Now, let's get showered and ready." After a quick, uneventful shower, Liam went to the spare room to finish getting dressed, leaving Liz to don the first outfit she had bought at his request. It was a deep purple and black lacy push-up bra which made her breasts look amazing, if she did say so herself. Accompanying it was a matching lacy thong with a passionate purple heart applique right at the back. A pair of nicely snug linen pants, a white blouse with an enticingly plunging neckline along with a an awesome pair of CFM sandals made her extremely fuckable. To complete the package she sprayed just enough of her favorite cologne – Ralph Lauren's "Blue" on her wrists, between her eye-catching cleavage and even some on her smooth, swollen mound which was fairly aching to be plundered. "Perfect," was Liam's reaction as she emerged from their bedroom ready for whatever the evening had in store for them. Liz surveyed her husband and thought to herself, "I don't know if it's the extra workouts he's doing or the fact that I am climbing the walls I'm so horny, but he looks even better then he usually does," dressed in a form fitting black and white checked Brooks Brothers casual dress-shirt on top of a pair of equally form fitting black dress pants in which she was sure she could see just the faintest outline of his prize-winning cock. Off they went, where to, Liz had no idea. Eventually they arrived at a beautiful Inn that they had often talked about going to, but had never made the time. Liz thought, "We can't be staying the night – I didn't bring anything with me." Her silent questions were answered upon entering the Inn when Liam directed her to an outdoor patio that was setup for dinner. They were ushered to their table where they had an amazing meal. The theme of the evening was Spanish tapas, so it was no surprise to her when Liam ordered a bottle of Marquis di Risqual Rioja – their favorite, favorite wine. "Trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?" Liz teased. Liam smiled, "This is one night where I don't have to resort to that do I?" "No, you don't, I'm all yours all weekend, Lover." As they were finishing their outstanding meal, Liz was thrilled to see a small four-piece band set-up in corner of the patio they were on. There was a drummer, a stand-up bass, keyboard and singer and it was obvious from their first note that they were a Jazz band – both Liz and Liam's favorite. They listened for a few songs and when they started playing a slow, jazzy version of "Black Magic", Liam leaned over to his wife and asked, "May I have this dance?" "I thought you would never ask – these guys are soooo good!" Once they moved to the small dance floor, they were joined by many of the other couples who were there. They danced close – VERY close – so close that Liz could feel Liam's meaty cock, which was starting to swell and poke into her leg. "Mmmm," Liz cooed in Liam's ear, "Feels like someone is enjoying themselves!" "Very much," Liam replied. With that, he discreetly pushed his fingers just a little down the back of Liz's pants and hooked his fingers around the strap of her thong. "I can't wait to see this," he said. "Oh baby," Liz replied, "I can't wait to show you! I'll be showing them to you pretty much the minute we get home I hope!" "You know..I don't think I can wait that long, I'd like you to go to the washroom and take them off and bring them back to me at the table." A moment of slight panic hit Liz. She was about to say no way, but then remembered her agreement. She could do this. No-one would notice. "All right, you naughty boy, just let me go get my purse." "Uh-uh...no purse." Then Liz really panicked, "But these pants have no pockets – I'll have to carry them to you!" Liam leaned into Liz and whispered in her ear, "That's the whole point lover! Now...away you go. I'll be at the table waiting." Liz went off the bathroom where her heart hammering in her chest. "What if someone sees me carrying them? I'll be so embarrassed. But I can't say no – I made an agreement!" She slipped into a stall, thankful that it had full-length doors and quickly took off her shoes, her pants and slipped off her thong, which, no surprise to her, was very very, wet and smelled distinctly of her arousal. She then put her pants and shoes back on, the knowledge of her doing something totally out of character for her ratcheting her arousal up even further and strode out of the bathroom and back to her table. She had balled her thong up as tightly as possible in her small hand, but anyone looking at it would know what she was holding. Her plan was to sit quickly at the table and surreptitiously hand the garment to Liam under the table. However, before she should sit down, he extended his hand towards her asking for the thong to be handed to him in plain sight! Liz was sure that the whole place was looking at her red face as she handed her thong to her husband. She then quickly sat down with her head down glancing around discreetly to see if anyone seemed to take notice. She was completely mortified as she looked to her right and saw a gentleman only slightly older than them with a big smile on his face looking right at them. He raised his glass in a silent toast to Liam, which he returned. Then the man leaned over to his wife and spoke quietly to her. Her head popped around with a grin and moments later she stood from the table and headed off to the washroom. Both Liz and Liam knew what was happening with them. "Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed," Liz said sheepishly. "I don't know why you would be. It was only the one guy that noticed and it wasn't like his reaction was a bad one." Liz had to reluctantly agree. She looked around the patio and everyone else seemed to be in their own world – no-one else seemed to notice her. What Liz noticed, however, was the effect of doing something that she would never have done unless forced was having on her. She was even more aroused if that was possible. This surrendering of control was ok! Once again they danced. Only this time, there were some distinct differences. First, there was one less layer of fabric between her pussy and Liam's cock. Second, his cock was definitely not just swollen – it was pretty much rock hard and third; Liam had his hand on the small of her back pulling them even more tightly together then before and was brazenly rubbing his turgid cock against her linen covered pussy. The rubbing, combined with slightly rough texture of the linen on her over-heated, bald snatch had her juices flowing so much she was concerned that it would show since there was nothing to sop up whatever seeped out of her. Mercifully, the song ended and Liam announced it was time to go home. After they gathered their belongings they started to walk hand-in-hand toward the door. As they passed the couple that had "caught" them, the husband smiled and winked at them and the wife said, "Have fun tonight you two!" When they got to their car, Liam, ever the gentleman, open Liz's door. Before she got in she reached down and grabbed Liam's cock, huskily whispering in his ear, "Please baby, take me home and give me some of this." "Oh..don't worry," was the answer she got. Once in the car, Liz couldn't sit still, her desire was so great. She thought to herself, "I guess this is what being in heat is all about." Liam said to her, "Recline your seat, I think I need to feel what this nice smooth pussy feels like." "But, what if someone sees?" Liam just looked at Liz who quickly realized that it wasn't in her control so she reclined her seat, thankful that for the most part, she couldn't be seen. Liam said to her, "Undo your pants and slide them down." After Liz complied she heard a sharp gasp from Liam, "Mmmmm, Fuck!" he exclaimed. "That is one nice looking pussy!" He reached over and slowly ran his hand over the silky smooth surface of his wife's vagina. Liam's touch was electric on Liz's pussy. She was silently willing her husband to plunge his fingers in her and touch her clit – she needed to get off so badly. But he simply gently ran his hands and fingers along her slit, ever so slightly dipping inside – teasing her. She was getting closer and closer to release when he pulled into their driveway and stopped! Liz's frustration almost boiled over but more anxiety soon crept in when Liam said, "Take your pants right off and walk around the back of the house." Knowing that protesting would get her nowhere, Liz pulled her pants off and was silently thankful that it was both dark and late. She looked both ways up the street and saw no-one and also saw no lights on at the neighbors. She opened the door and got out quickly and closed it and started to run for the backyard, only to be tackled by Liam! He quickly got behind her and holding her with one hand, unzipped his pants with the other and jammed his huge, hard cock into her – right on their side lawn! Liz was so caught up in her lust at this point she didn't care, and couldn't believe that she didn't – she just wanted cock! Later she would be very happy that they were deep in the shadow and was sure that they two or three cars that drove by would not have seen them. But right now she was FINALLY getting what she wanted. She could feel a massive orgasm building up in her – Liam was pistoning his cock into her like a freight train. Just a couple more minutes and she would get release, but all of a sudden she felt Liam exploding inside her. She ground against him as his cock spewed rope after rope of cum inside her womb, trying to get over the edge. She was nearly there...just a few seconds more when he pulled out, soft, and flopped onto his back on the dewy lawn. This was worse then not getting fucked! This was the brief downpour on the humid day that doesn't cool the air or remove the humidity – it only makes it worse! Here she was, totally immersed in need with the only method of fulfilling it collapsed in a heap beside her. Liam then got slowly up, took her hand, stumbled groggily into the house, climbed the stairs, stripped the rest of his clothes off, collapsed into bed and was asleep almost immediately. Liz crawled in beside him, equally naked, and tried to sleep. Once again sleep was hard to come by – she had an extremely "busy head" and could not calm herself to get fall asleep. She finally did doze off and had to make do with a fretful, light sleep that was interrupted by Liam quite early for him on a Saturday. "Rise and Shine Sunshine! We have a busy day ahead of us!" was her wake-up call. Groggily Liz pulled herself out of her slumber and saw that Liam was pretty much ready to go. Where – she wasn't sure, but it must be casual, based on his clothing selection of t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops. "Where are we going?" Liz asked. "Oh....for a drive," Liam replied, with a sparkle in his eye. "You just need to have a quick shower and not worry about too much make-up – rubber hits the road in 20 minutes! While you are getting ready I'll pop over to Timmie's for coffees and bagels." Twenty-minutes later they were on the highway on a spectacular Saturday. It was going to be about 32 Celsius, with a slight breeze and no chance of rain. Liz thought to herself, "It would be a good day to go to the beach." Little did she know. After about a sixty-minute drive, Liam exited the highway and headed off on a road with which Liz was not familiar. They drove on for another thirty minutes until she noticed that the topography was changing. Then she realized they were near a beach! Liam turned into an entrance laneway for a provincial park that they had never visited before. "Mmmm", thought Liz, "I could do with some beach time!" Then it hit her. "Honey, I don't have a bathing suit!" "Relax, babe, all taken care of." After they parked, Liam opened the back of their SUV and pulled out a beach bag which he had already packed and a picnic basket, which, she was sure, contained their lunch. "I should have known – my wonderful husband thinks of everything!" They walked a considerable distance until they saw a change room. Liam pulled out his bathing suit, which was wrapped in his towel and headed off to the men's side – Liz turned with the beach bag and entered the ladies. Like most couples, Liam was much quicker than his wife – stripping off his shorts and underwear and pulling on his trunks, grabbing his towel and heading out to wait for Liz – with a knowing smile on his face. After several minutes he saw Liz stick her head around the corner of the change room. "You bugger!" was all she said. "Come on, let's go! We don't want to waste all this beautiful sunlight!" With a face as red as the glowing sun, Liz stepped out from the shelter of the change room. Her "suit", if that's what you would call it, was a very, very small string bikini top with matching thong bottom. Liam has also taken both of their towels and their bamboo beach mats with him to the change room to ensure that Liz couldn't cover up. She looked uber-hot and Liam told her so. "Babe, I have no idea why you are self-conscious. You look absolutely stunning. Look around. There isn't a single woman of ANY age that could hold a candle to you!" Liz did look around and Liam was right. The beach was fairly quiet but those that were there could never have pulled off a suit like this. It fit her perfectly. "Well babe..thank you. You are always so good for my ego. I was going to put the shorts back on but I figured I wouldn't be "allowed" to wear them." "Smart girl! Now let's go find a spot to park ourselves." Complete Trust = Complete Bliss They started out along the beach. Liz's self-consciousness made her believe that every person was looking at her, thinking that she was being slutty. This was a suit that she wore in their backyard for tanning – she had never, EVER worn it anywhere else. Eventually, Liz began to relax. "Let them look," she thought. I work really hard on this body. Even after a kid my tits are still pretty firm, my stomach has barely any extra on it and my ass is the equal of any 25 year old's!" Plus..her heightened feeling of arousal brought on by the last few days of no sex gave her courage and a "fuck-it" attitude. Her body language spoke volumes. Shoulders back, chest out and a very seductive swaying of her hips was a very clear signal to Liam that his wife was enjoying the experience – and wasn't hating the stares of the other men on the beach. "She's all mine suckas!" he thought. "How much farther do you want to walk? Liz asked. "We've gone quite a long way." "Just a little farther," was her husband's answer. "Where I want to go is just up here I believe." They came to a sign that said that they were leaving the property of the park and Liz was surprised that Liam continued to walk. They went around a small bend in the beach and Liz stopped dead in her tracks. On the beach in front of her were several people – all naked! Liz immediately whispered to Liam, "Babe, they are all nude!" And she was right. Men, women, children; young, old; fat, thin – all totally nude. Playing in the water, lying sunning themselves or just sitting together chatting. "I know baby," Liam replied. "I've never been here, but was told about this place by one of my customers. Apparently it's a private beach but the owners are ok with nudity as long as you keep the beach clean. There was almost a desperate tone in Liz's voice as she said, "You don't expect me to...." And then he voice went silent as she realized that was exactly what Liam expected of her. "Come with me, baby," Liam said reassuringly. "From what I'm told if we go a little further it's more private." They walked another five or ten minutes and found themselves almost alone. There were a few couples lying in the sun keeping to themselves. There were also three or four single guys, completely naked and completely not self-conscious. Liz also noticed a couple of lone women simply enjoying being "au naturel." She looked around the scene in amazement and fear. She was in definite panic mode. "A small bikini and thong are one thing..but naked! I can't, can't do this. Liam will understand..he's got to! I'm just not that kind of person!" Her self-talk was shattered when she heard Liam say to her "Aren't you going to join me?" She turned her head and immediately gasped. There was her husband, already naked, rubbing sunscreen into his fat, veiny cock and preparing to lay back and enjoy the sun. "You know babe..it's not like you have a choice! You might as well enjoy yourself." "Oh my gawd! I will definitely get you for this!" was Liz's exasperated retort and she hesitantly reached up and undid the string holding her magnificent 36C's in check. After they spilled out, showing remarkably little sag for her age she looked at her husband pleadingly. "Oh come on babe – in for a penny in for a pound I always say!" "Well," thought Liz, "I'm sure everyone is going to think my face is sunburned. It must be sooo red right now – I can feel me blushing." She undid the strings at both hips, slipped the tiny piece of material out from between her legs and for the first time since she was a baby, was naked on a beach. She immediately sat down on the blanket that Liam had already laid out. He said, "Lie on your stomach – let me put some sunscreen on you." Liz rolled over and her husband quickly squirted a blob of lotion on her back. He rubbed it in quickly and then moved to her legs and butt. Liz was amazed at how comfortable Liam seemed. He wasn't keeping low and trying to stay out of sight. But she also noticed that he wasn't "flaunting" himself either. He was basically behaving as if he had a bathing suit on. Once he finished up her legs and butt (after paying an extended amount of time on her ass) he asked for a return favor. He lay on his stomach and Liz looked around before kneeling at her husband's side. No-one was really paying them any attention so she repeated the same process on him as Liam had on her. "Make sure you put sunscreen down the crack of my butt Babe," Liam requested, "I don't fancy having a burn there!" After Liz finished she went back to lying on her blanket and eventually started to really enjoy the feeling of the sun on her naked body. Liam was quietly incredulous. He honestly thought at least three times so far this weekend he would have been shut down – agreement or not. The thong, the fucking on their lawn and now naked sunbathing? All wayyy out of Liz's comfort zone, but he had hand it to her – she was being a trooper. After twenty minutes of soaking up the sun on one side, Liam suggested to Liz that they turn over. Another test for Liz, but she was already getting into the spirit of the moment, helped assuredly by the fact that although they were far from alone, they were not being ogled or harassed. Liz almost brazenly rolled over, adjusted her sunglasses and closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the sensations as Liam started to apply lotion to her front. Legs first, followed by arms and face. He then started on her tits which immediately caused them to swell and her nipples to begin to harden. After he gave them more than enough attention he moved down to her stomach. He spread the lotion in long smooth strokes, occasionally brushing his knuckles along her breasts which began to ratchet up her smoldering arousal. Those smoldering embers were fanned to all-out flame when he started to apply lotion to her bald pussy. Almost of their own volition her legs bent at the knees and spread – basically inviting Liam to touch her there. He squirted some lotion on his hands, rubbed them together and started to rub them all over Liz's bald snatch. He was very careful to be respectful (at least for the time-being) and only a couple of times, very discreetly pushed a finger into his wife while spreading the lotion. He was amazed to find his wife's core very, very wet! This had an immediate effect on him, one that Liz immediately saw after he laid on his back for Liz to return the favor. "Wow, big boy! Better start right there!" Liz said as she knelt in front of Liam – his hard cock sticking straight up. She put some lotion on her hands and began to rub it into the fat shaft and heard Liam suck in his breath, "Oh fuck that feels good!" She finished there and quickly covered the rest of him and as she finished she couldn't help herself and quickly stroked his cock a few more times before lying back down. They were both now totally loving it. They had lost all self-consciousness, aided by two things: first, no-one was paying them much attention and second, when they looked around they were probably the most attractive couple on the beach. They lay on their blankets and simply soaked up the sun. They talked, ate and drank from the picnic basket that Liam had prepared and just really enjoyed the sensation of being naked together outdoors. After about an hour, Liam said to Liz, "Let's go in for a swim." Liz replied, "Mmmmm yes let's!" They stood up, held hands and walked with no hesitation to the water. It felt gloriously cool and refreshing. They swam, splashed each other, hugged a lot, necked a bit and felt each other up under the water. Liam gradually moved them out far enough that the water was between waist and chest height and grabbed Liz and hugged her tightly to him. Her big tits and hard nipples boring into his chest as they brazenly slid their tongues down each other's throat. "Ooooo, what's that I feel against my leg? Liz teased. "The same thing that is going into your pussy in about three seconds," was her husband's reply. Liz's arms were around Liam's neck so he reached around and picked Liz up. The buoyancy of the water made her almost weightless so he spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Cold water is notorious in making a man's cock shrink – but not in this case! Liam's full eight inches was at complete attention and when he pulled Liz tightly to him the head of his cock nestled up against Liz's over-heated sex. He moved his hips slightly, lining up Rex to his intended target, grabbed Liz roughly by the ass and simultaneously pulled her to him and gunned his hips forward, filling his wife fully with his entire fat cock. Liz threw her head back and shrieked, "Ohhh fuck!" as Liam pounded his cock into her. While they wouldn't be able to see anything, anyone watching from shore would have known exactly what the couple was doing. Liz and Liam could not have cared less. "Fuck me baby! Stuff my pussy!" Liz hissed. "Yeah, that's it...your cock feels so fucking good inside me!" With that she leaned forward and kissed Liam so hard he was sure his lips would be bruised the next day – and he didn't care one bit. Liam fucked her with all he had. He knew under the circumstances he wouldn't last long and after only about five minutes of pushing his cock into Liz, he began to feel that rusty tingle behind his nuts. It quickly spread throughout his loins and he passed the point of no return. Now it was time for him to throw his head back and bellow "Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!" as he emptied his balls into his wife's welcoming pussy. He continued to piston his cock into her until the spasming of his cock subsided. He then released his death-grip on Liz's ass and set her down in the soft sand. "Oh my god..did we just do that?" Liz exclaimed. Liam chuckled, "I think so...at least it sure feels like we did!" They walked slowly out of the water, Liam's cock still swollen and swaying lewdly as they returned to their beach towels. They had a drink, put on another light coating of sunscreen and spent another glorious hour lying in the sun – naked, content and loving it. Upon arriving home late in the afternoon, Liam announced that they had dinner reservations at their favorite restaurant in an hour. Just enough time to shower and get ready. "Wear the other bra and panty set you bought." "Ok lover..your wish is my command!" Liz teased. "Oh..and one more thing...before you put the panties on...put this inside you." With that, Liam handed Liz a small box. Upon opening it, she discovered an egg-shaped ball, made of plastic and covered in a soft, velvet material. She and Liam had experimented a couple of times with Ben-wa balls and she figured this to be another version of that. "Oh baby..you don't need anything to keep me horny; I'm like a fucking cat in heat already!" said Liz. "Funny, I don't remember asking for your opinion or your permission," Liam answered and padded off to the guest bathroom. After they both showered, Liz spent some extra time applying her make-up. When she was finished she went into their bedroom to get dressed and held the egg up and looked at it more closely. "Well, it seems like a garden variety ball, harmless enough." she thought. She reached down and pushed it into her smooth pussy, taking a moment to get used to the unusual sensation. Then, she put on the bra and panty set she had bought for her husband and finished dressing. As she walked out of their bedroom, the egg tumbled around inside of her and made her already urgent need to get fucked even more urgent. Liam smiled in admiration and approval of his wife. "You look good enough to eat!" he said. "I hope that happens soon baby – I'm going crazy!" "All good things come to those who wait my dear!" And off they went for dinner. When they arrived, Liam was glad that they had a reservation – the restaurant was very busy. Liam said to Liz, "I have to use the washroom – can you let them know at the desk we are here? The reservation is under our name." "Sure baby – see you in there." Liz found that if she walked with slightly smaller strides the egg wouldn't bounce around inside of her quite as wildly and kept her wetness to some degree under control. She arrived at the check-in desk, smiled at the hostess and said, "Good evening..we have a reservation for two under the name of" And then she doubled over. The fucking egg had started to vibrate! The sensations that were now coursing through Liz's pussy were incredible! She was immediately on the brink of orgasm and could barely stand up. She shot a panic-stricken look at Liam who was standing near the washroom door with a huge grin on his face. "Oh my gosh, Ma'am" exclaimed the hostess, "Are you ok?" It took everything in Liz to not moan or groan and then stand up with the egg shooting waves and waves of pleasure through her loins. With a shaky voice she quietly said to the girl, "I'm fine thanks, just a cramp." The hostess gave her a sheepish, knowing smile, "Ohmigod, aren't they just the worst!" Liz smiled back as best she could, "You have no idea! The last name was Floyd by the way." After Liz was seated, Liam joined her, a naughty, "shit-eating" grin plastered all over his face. "Hello baby – how you feeling?" he said. "I don't know if I should slap your face, beg you to stop or push you onto the floor and fuck your brains out!" was Liz's reply. Liam chuckled, "Well, the first I wouldn't like, the second I wouldn't do and the third would get us kicked out of our favorite restaurant so I'd like to suggest a fourth option." "Which is?" "Just sit there and enjoy the sensations and if you are a good girl, I'll make it worth your while." Liz was conflicted. Her pussy..no..her entire body was on fire! She could barely sit still and she was quite sure that she could wring out her panties. Liam had backed off the vibrations on the egg so it was just a constant throb. She was so close to calling the agreement off, but just couldn't. She was all about seeing through your commitments – but this! She thought for a couple of minutes and a wicked smile came across her face, "Ok, deal. At this point I'm not really all that concerned about you making it worth my while – I know you will do that. What is getting me through this is knowing that sometime down the road I'm going to be in charge. I want you to know that I'm going to remember this and you are going to pay – big time!! "Bring it on baby!" was her husband's retort. Each time they were approached by their server or a manager Liam would discreetly put his hand in his pocket and turn the control from a slow simmer to a rolling boil! His timing was perfect (or totally wrong depending on the point of view) in that just as Liz would be climbing towards an orgasm he would back off, keeping her just below release for their entire meal. It got to where she was starting to crave the pleasure that the increase in vibrations would bring. She had also gotten pretty good at masking the waves of pleasure that were wracking her body whenever she had to speak to one of the staff. However when their server approached them to inquire about dessert, Liam had one last trick up his sleeve. Thus far he had only pushed the vibrator to setting four. As Liz was in the middle of ordering her dessert, anticipating another wave of vibration, Liam pushed the control to its maximum – five. Liz did the very best that she could but was unable to mask a small scream as the egg bounced around unmercifully in her heated snatch. "Madam, are you all right?" the server said, with genuine concern. "I'm sorry, yes, I'm fine," Liz was able to croak – and finished ordering her dessert. She looked over at Liam whose eyes were a mixture of mischievousness and pure lust. He knew the effect he was having on Liz. "You nasty bastard!" Liz hissed when they were once again alone. "Baby," Liam pleaded, "You have no idea how hot you look right now. I know that you are uncomfortable; you are beyond horny and know you can't do anything about it. The flush in your face and how your tits are heaving and pressing against your blouse – I honestly can't remember a time when you were more feminine." They finished their meal and readied to leave when Liz said she needed to use the bathroom before they drove home. Liam leaned into her and quietly said, "It's ok if you take the egg out while you are in there. I think I've tortured you enough!" They drove home without too much conversation, each lost in their own thoughts. Both were thinking about the rest of their evening, Liz wondering what Liam had in store, Liam wondering if Liz would freak out once she knew. Once they got home, Liam poured his bride a glass of wine and pulled her down onto the couch in their den and kissed her deeply. The sat on the couch like a couple of teenagers, necking, petting and slowly heightening their already lustful arousal. Eventually, Liz had to speak. Even though she wasn't "in control" of the evening she had taken all she could. She HAD to get laid and she HAD to get off and soon. "Baby," she said, "This weekend has been way beyond anything I could have imagined and I know it's not my place to ask, but I really, really need you to fuck me and get me off. I am going fucking crazy right now!" "Tell me what you are feeling babe," Liam answered. "Well, because you were busy towards the end of the week we weren't able to have sex even though I was really horny and since the weekend started, it's been wonderful and I KNOW it's all about you this weekend, but getting the fat cock of yours inside me and getting you to make me cum is all I can think about right now." "How long have you been feeling that way?" "Hmm, I guess probably since Wednesday. Emma was home so we "couldn't" and then Thursday you wouldn't or couldn't because you were busy. So it's been four days that having sex and getting off has kind of been at the front of my mind most of the time." "And I haven't exactly been responsive to your wants and needs since then have I?" Liz pushed her bottom lip forward in a fake pout, "No – you haven't and I've missed that!" "Does that make you frustrated?" "Yes baby it does!" Suddenly Liam reached up and grabbed the hair and the back of Liz's head and firmly, but not roughly pulled it back and looked fiercely into her eyes – enough to make Liz gasp at his forcefulness. "I want you to remember this feeling – this yearning, this ache, this need – that you are feeling right now. Because when you say I'm whining because we haven't had sex in a while, that is EXACTLY how I am feeling. I can't think of anything but sex and I'm frustrated because you are here, right within reach and yet I can't have you. You are too busy with cleaning the house or watering the flowers or watching your "show." Look, I get it; you aren't some concubine that is supposed to lie down and spread your legs for me whenever the whim hits me, but how you are feeling right now? That's how I'm feeling when you think I'm whining." With that, he let go of Liz's hair, his eyes immediately softened and the loving smile she fell in love with returned. He said to her, "Now, I'm guessing my beautiful wife would like me to take her upstairs and make proper love to her." "Oh baby, please, please yes!" "Are you sure? I have to warn you; I'm not done with fulfilling my fantasies just yet!" "Babe, at this point, I'm so horny there is NOTHING in that handsome head of yours that would even concern me – let's go now please!" "Ok..come with me!" "Oh I plan to – a few times!" Liz said with a wink. They climbed the stairs toward their bedroom. Upon reaching the top step Liz was surprised to see a warm glow coming from their bedroom – it looked like candlelight. They hadn't lit any candles before they left and neither of them had gone upstairs since they had arrived home. When they crossed the threshold into their room, Liz stopped short – immediately panic-stricken. Yes, there were candles lit in their room – dozens of them in fact. The room looked breathtakingly beautiful. However, what caused her anxiety level to spike was the fact that also in the room were two people she had never seen before – a man and a woman about the same age as her and Liam.