2 comments/ 5929 views/ 1 favorites Our Day By: kayngelspirit We finally work it out my darling, where we can have a whole day together. You promise me a day that I will never forget. You tell me that it is going to be one of the kinkiest times that we have ever had. We have a room out of town so that we have no worries, we can just enjoy being with each other. My heart is pounding as it has never before. I hope this means as much to you as it does to me. This is the biggest gift that you have given me Sir, so I can't help but wonder what all you have in store for me. You have given me the place to meet you and as I pull up I notice your car already there. Eager I see, and I smile. I enter the room and immediately I sense you nearby. "Strip naked and kneel little one," you tell me. I instantly do as you command. Your tone does not leave room for discussion. As I kneel, I grow wet. You are not usually this forceful. "You will not speak unless spoken to. You will do whatever I say, when I say. Do you understand little one?" "Yes Sir," I answer softly. You blindfold me and take me by the hair and pull me to my feet. You then lead me further in the room. "On your knees," you tell me and I instantly get into position, head down ass up. I hear you remove your clothes but I do not move. I can already feel my pussy grow wet. When you kneel behind me and take me by my hips, I feel my heart start to race. You slam your cock deep into my pussy, and I almost scream, but control myself. I move to meet each stroke, loving the feel of you driving into me. I am slammed with an earth shattering orgasm. You allow me to ride out the waves of my climax before you flip me onto my back and cum all over my face and breasts. "You will not attempt to clean up yourself at all. You will wear my cum until I tell you that you can clean yourself." I answer without thinking "Yes my darling" and I feel a sharp sting across my ass from a flogger. "Did I tell you to speak? And you will address me only with a Yes Sir, no Sir. You want this so I am going to give you what you crave," you tell me in a firm hard voice that I am not accustomed to hearing from you. "Yes Sir" is my small answer. I feel your cock at my lips and I open to take you into my mouth. I do so love sucking your cock and am thankful for you giving me this gift. You have a tight grip in my hair as you fuck my mouth. I struggle to keep up with your pace; I do not want to feel the flogger again. I suck and lick as fast as I can, feeling your cock swell and then explode in my mouth. I gulp greedily to keep from losing a drop of your cum. You pull you cock from my mouth and release my hair. I immediately get back into position awaiting your next command. I focus on my breathing, concentrating on slowing it back to normal. "There is beer in the refrigerator. When I tell you to go get me one, you will crawl into the kitchen and bring it back to me and then wait for further directions. Do you understand your job?" "Yes Sir" is my simple reply. I think to myself I am going to be lucky to get through the first couple of trips into the kitchen without hitting my head, but I do not comment. "Now go", you order me. I slowly make my way to the refrigerator and get a beer for you before making my way back to you. I only stumble a couple of times but I do not drop your beer. I hand it to you and then get back into position on my knees with my hands behind my back. "You will keep me hard with just your mouth while I watch my game. If I get bored, you will be whipped. If I grow soft, you will get whipped. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir" I reply softly. I take your cock into my mouth and suck it gently at first as I know that you like. Down the shaft and take your balls into my mouth. I lovingly suck on them until I hear the catch in your breathing. I then go back to your cock. I take you fully into my mouth, feeling your cock push against my tonsils. I continue my loving attention to your body, growing tired and aching from the exertion, but still you show no mercy. I feel my juices pouring down my legs. God I am a wreck. You grab me by my hair and fuck my mouth hard. "Suck harder my little slut; make me cum," you order me through clenched teeth. I suck faster and harder, wanting you to cum, wanting to make you happy. You pull your cock out of my mouth and cum on me again. "How does my little slut like the feel of my cum all over you? Do you like it? Do you want more?" "Yes Master, "I answer again. You laugh that devilish laugh of yours. The laugh that always escapes you when you know that I am on fire with desire; when you know that you have me where you want me. "Go get me another beer," you say and release my hair. I crawl away again. My knees are killing me but I will not complain. I will not cry. As I crawl back to you, I catch a whiff of a woman's perfume. I grow embarrassed that I am crawling around naked and covered in cum in front of someone that I did not know was present. How could you do this to me? What are you thinking? What are you planning Sir? These thoughts race through my head. "You will pleasure this lady for me, do you understand?" "Yes Sir" I reply. I am so very nervous. I have never been with a woman. What if I fail? What if I cannot do this? I timidly lick and suck on her nipples. I feel my pussy throb as I enjoy the feel of her nipples on my tongue. I work my way down her stomach, and I begin to smell her sex. My juices are pouring. I lick at her clit and I hear her moan. I lick at her pussy, tasting her sweet juices and even my hips are bucking. I take her clit between my teeth and flick it with my tongue before sucking on it like I am starving. I begin to finger her pussy and I feel her juices pour over my hand. She pushes me away, and I sit back on my knees, hurt. I have failed. She chuckles at my crestfallen expression and places her hand on my cheek. "Doll you were doing fine. I would just like for the three of us to move to the bed," she tells me kindly. She gets in the middle of the bed, and I crawl up to settle back between her legs. I cannot wait to taste her again. I begin sucking her clit and fingering her pussy again. I love the feel of her tight hot pussy clenching down on my fingers, the taste of her, and the texture of her skin. I do not know why I have not done this sooner. I think to myself. I feel your hands on my hips and your cock against my pussy. You drive into me and I scream into her pussy. "Does my little slut like eating pussy?" you ask. You spank my ass twice and demand, "Answer me slut! "Yes Sir" I reply between licks of her sweet pussy. My answer seems to increase your passion. You fuck me harder and harder. I lick and finger her pussy with abandonment. She is bucking her hips so hard that I have to grip her thighs so that I can continue enjoying her. I then feel pressure against my ass. Oh God, I do not know if I can bare all of these sensations. You shove the dildo in my ass and I scream. I cannot help it. You begin slowly fucking my pussy and my ass at the same time. The sensation is wonderful. I move my hips in time with you. She is rocking her hips. Her pussy clamped on my fingers and I feel her cum pour across my fingers and down onto the bed. After she cums, I feel her rise and leave. You continue fucking my pussy and ass as I shove back against you; my nose pressed into the wet spot when she came. The smell of her making my fever grow even higher. Harder and harder you fuck me and I beg for release. I need to cum. You sense my need for relief and drive into me harder. " Cum Now!" you order me. The flood gates open and I cum as I have never have before. I am trembling and when you remove your cock and the dildo from my body I collapse. I am unable to maintain my position. I know that I may be whipped but I am completely spent. You remove everything from the bed and my blindfold and take me into your arms. We lie there catching our breath. Then I feel your lips against my ear and I hear you whisper, "Very good darling. You know that our day is about over don't you little one?" "Yes I know my darling, but it has been wonderful." We kiss softly and shower together; cleaning each other's bodies. We slowly dress. There are no words for what we just experienced. We walk out the door -- happy but sad, satisfied but wanting more. Our Day Out in Menorca We take great pleasure in the foreplay we experience before making love, many events have been very memorable, again the content is quite mild when compared to other stories, but nevertheless this is a true account. I will be very interested in any feedback you may like to offer We had slept well and had a quick shower before hurrying down to breakfast. Again we were amongst the last to arrive for what was left of the buffet; nevertheless we discussed our plans for the day and decided to head for a place called Fornells, a supposedly pretty little natural harbour to the north east of the island, about half an hours drive from our hotel. We returned to our room to dress for the day. As always the weather was perfect, the early morning sun shone into our bedroom as Mandy decided what to wear. Typically, I tried to persuade her to wear some skimpy clothes as allowing others glimpses of her soft breasts always turn me on. She finally decided to wear her snakeskin bikini underneath a button over loose short skirt with short white cotton buttoned up tank top, which showed off her bare midriff to the lower curves of her breasts. As we headed for our destination we admired the Mediterranean scenery and I did my best to keep my eyes on the road, even though about two miles from the hotel she had unbuttoned her tank top because it was "too warm". We arrived at Fornells around mid morning and had some sexy fun before she buttoned her top feeling that her bikini top was a little inadequate for walking around the tourist shops. We settled for a light lunch and a glass of wine and Mandy was looking really good, I'm sure her breasts were just begging for me to touch them but I was on good behaviour, even though my passions had been well aroused. Following our lunch we headed to a boat hire cabin, where I booked a small boat to take out on the inlet where we could sunbathe. We climbed aboard and headed out, dropping the anchor in a quiet spot across the bay. I couldn't wait to cool off in the heat of the day and whipped off my trunks before jumping into the crystal water. I coaxed Mandy to follow me in and was delighted when she stood up and jumped in with me. It was fabulous swimming and cuddling in the water like a couple of teenagers. It wasn't long before I had teased her out of her bikini and had her naked in the water with me. I was so hard and could not resist pulling her against me and attempting to fuck her in the water. It was the first time that we had ever done this, the feeling was indescribable I was amazed how easily my hard cock slipped into her juicy tunnel. I slowly slid my cock in and out of her as she lay back, holding the side of the boat and thrusted against me. I had to use every ounce of self-control to stop myself coming. We started laughing and stopped short of climaxing and giggled as we struggled to clamber back on the boat. We continued to sunbathe and swim and play for the next hour or so. I enjoyed just sitting and watching my wife, as she teased me by sexily rubbing tan cream all over her naked body and driving me wild as she paid special attention to her freshly shaved pubic mound and pussy lips. Fuck she was hot! As the day wore on we headed back along the coast and decided to dress before we got ashore. Her bikini was still wet, so she just put on the skirt and her tank top. We called back at the bar for a cool glass of Chardonnay and for Mandy to put on some make up. I deliberately chose to sit at a sea-front table on the side of the walkway and then, holding her gaze for a moment, dared to unbutton all but the bottom button holding her top, as I watched her breasts rise and fall with her excited breathing. She must have been in a very sexy mood, as she didn't even attempt to stop me. On reflection I think she may have let me take the last button loose had I attempted to do so. I started tossing bread to the fish near the sea wall and encouraged her to do the same. The thin cotton fabric of the top barely covering her breasts you could clearly see the lower curves of her breasts below her top when the breeze blew and her nipples were just covered as her tits jiggled about. A middle aged couple were seated next to us; the wife deeply engrossed in a thick book, the guy who looked quite athletic, was really bored, but could not peel his eyes away from my gorgeous wife's exposed flesh. He started to talk to us about our holiday and what we thought of the place, then getting up and coming over, eventually positioning himself to get a better view of Mandy's almost exposed breasts. Knowing how much his interest was turning us on, Mandy responded by throwing more bread at the fish to allow him to see her 'accidentally revealed" excited nipples more often. He asked us if we wanted him to take our photo which pleased us, Mandy looked very sexy as we happily posed for him. He then asked if he could take some for himself, which he did, angling himself to get the best 'exposure'. The atmosphere was undeniably stimulating and Mandy certainly enjoyed being the centre of our attentions. I'm sure he enjoyed because he was with us for maybe ten minutes before finally returning to his wife who was still engrossed in her book. I knew now that Mandy was so turned on she would keep playing our little game so as to increase our arousal to its limits. I really wanted to see what she looked like, as if not with me, so I asked her to check out the price of a model boat in the shop across the road. Knowing our little game she nonchalantly walked across the road into the shop without adjusting her top to ask the price. Wow! The visual stimulation was incredible; especially when the breeze lifted her short hem to reveal her perfect pussy on the way back, then she just walked past me seemingly oblivious to the way the breeze was blowing her clothes. The butterflies in my stomach were going wild as she returned a few moments later, very aroused. Our Jeep was parked some way along the sea front we walked along and stopped to kiss on several occasions confirming our obsession for each other. The slight sea breeze would occasionally catch her skirt and I was sure others must have caught glimpses of her nakedness as we walked. On the drive back I was struggling to contain my ardour as I looked at her. She was seated in the passenger seat, turned on like I've not seen her before, touching herself between her legs and teasing me with the tastes of love on her fingers. Approaching a lay-by with good views of the sea, she pulled out the camera and asked me to stop so that she could take some photographs. I stayed in the car and just enjoyed myself, watching her, taking time to line up the shots and letting the breeze take care of everything else. Even when the occasional car passed it didn't seem to concern her. One car drove past then returned a couple of minutes later this time he was travelling a lot slower, I think he must have seen Mandy and came back for another look, he came past a third time and probably feeling bolder decided to stop. As he pulled over by her and wound down the passenger window he asked for some directions saying he was a bit lost. Mandy decided to take this opportunity to brazenly allow him to look at her unfettered breasts and intensify our arousal even more. She leaned one elbow on the car roof as she bent to speak to him through the passenger window giving him an uninterrupted view inside her top. She told him that we were also tourists and did not know the area well. Feeling even bolder he pulled out a map to refer to. Mandy could see that I was enjoying this exposure of her full breasts to a complete stranger and acted as though she didn't care what was showing as she called me over to look at his map, after a little deliberation over where we were, and he had had plenty of opportunity to take in unobstructed views of her perfect form, she suggested he go back to the main road. This unexpected bonus to our day made us even hornier. We were now so aroused that anything could happen. Mandy then walked along the road pretending to hitch hike. I drove very slowly towards her as she unbuttoned the button holding her top and hiked her skirt up allowing me to watch the light breeze blow though her cotton top and caressing her erect nipples. I stopped beside her and she asked me where I was going to take her. I would have taken her to the top of the world and back such was my excitement. My mind was racing ahead. I was getting really desperate to make love to her as she continued to tease me. When she sat back in the car I could not resist fondling her breasts and her swollen nipples were now totally exposed for our pleasure as many cars passed us slowly as we I started to drive further along, and turned on to a deserted track that seemed to lead to the top of an exposed hill with views for miles in all directions. We got out of the car we were so turned on that everything seemed to happen in slow motion, we kissed and I slid the elasticised waist of her skirt over her hips letting it fall to the ground before sliding my hand between her legs. I lifted her on to the bonnet of the jeep and ran my tongue along her glistening lips, prodding and sucking. I feasted of the taste of the love juices that earlier I had tasted on her fingers. She lay back on the bonnet and I slid inside her. It was good. I entered her slowly, and buried myself deep inside her, then gently fucking her. Such was the excitement we climaxed together after a very short while, then, just stayed there, savouring the moment before dressing and heading back to the hotel, for some more fun. Our Day with Annabel Ch. 01 Finally, it was time. I called the taxi and waited. Since the package arrived yesterday, I had been waiting anxiously -- eager, but nervous. I had followed your instructions to the letter. After being waxed bare, I spent a couple of hours at the spa being massaged, buffed and polished until my skin was smooth and silky. When I returned home, I pulled on a floaty black silk sheath, slipped on the spiky-heeled black leather sandals and put the collar you had messengered over in my purse. When the cab arrived, I took a deep breath and walked out the door. The dress was barely there, and in the sunlight I worried that the taxi driver could see through the material. I slide in the back seat and gave him your address. As he drove, he kept looking back in the mirror and his gaze would dip down to my breasts. I knew he could tell I wasn't wearing a bra and saw my nipples pressing against the thin material. As we approached your house, I reached in my bag and pulled out the delicate black velvet collar. As I fixed it around my neck, our eyes met in the mirror and the smirk he sent me spoke volumes. After paying him, I walked up the front path and rang the bell. Opening the door, you were more casually dressed that I might have expected but the look in your eyes was as I had imagined. With a small smile, you leaned in and kissed my cheek. As your lips brushed against me, you whispered "don't be nervous". Reaching down, you took my hand in yours and led me into the house and upstairs to the parlor. This is when I saw her for the first time. Annabel, as I would learn. She was gorgeous -- blonde, curvaceous and looking enviably relaxed she reclined back against the couch in a small, black slip. Legs crossed, one rocking back and forth as she sipped from a glass of wine, a small smile playing around her lips. You led me to the centre of the room, standing behind me for a moment with your hand resting on my belly. "Violet, I want you to meet Annabel. Annabel, this is Violet. Isn't she just as I told you?" Annabel slowly, sensuously unfolded herself from the couch and walked across to us. Stopping just in front of me, she smiled and reached out and caressed my breast, squeezing gently before letting go. As I gasped and jerked back involuntarily, she half laughed and said "lovely" before walking back to the couch and sitting again. You turned me in your arms, your hands stroking my buttocks a moment, holding me tight against you before letting go and telling me to go and stand against the wall. On shaky legs I walked to the wall and stood with my hands behind my back -- out of habit -- and my legs not spread wide but not closed either. You went and sat on the couch next to Annabel. Turning towards her, you told her to lift up her slip. Your tone had changed; you were in charge now, directing the action. She blinked a moment, but then reached down and pulled her dress up to just below her breasts. At the same time, she spread her knees wide, displaying herself to both of us. I couldn't help but look a moment, blushing but intrigued. Your hands moved to her knees and you pushed them up and out, telling her to hold that position. You then, without hesitation, pushed a finger into her sex. I could hear her gasp ease into a moan as you slipped a second finger into her, plunging deep. You kept this up for a few more strokes before pulling your fingers from her body and walking over towards me. Stopping just shy of touching me, you traced your fingers over my parted lips. You could see my eyes dilate a bit, my breathing deepen as I tried not to move. You rested your finger on my bottom lip and when you caught my gaze, you pushed your finger into my mouth. That's how I tasted Annabel for the first time. Responding to you pushing a finger into my mouth, I closed my lips around you and started to suck, moaning as the flavour became more clear -- unfamiliar, but not strange. You pushed a second finger into my mouth and I groaned with pleasure. "Do you like that, my sweet bitch? Do you like the taste of her cunt?" you asked, your tone cool, measuring, embarrassing me. You turned your head towards Annabel who was still lying back against the couch with her legs drawn up. "I think she likes the way you taste, Annabel." Turning back to me, you added "I think she's going to enjoy licking your slit, tasting you, making you come." Pulling your fingers from my mouth, you walked back over to Annabel. Picking up your wine, you sat with one of her legs behind you and the other drawn up over your lap. You reached down and picked up her wine glass, handing it to her. Picking up your own, you gestured towards me and asked what she would like to have me do. She responded but it was too low for me to hear. From your smile, the way you looked over and assessed me, I didn't know if it was that much to your pleasure or you were playing mind games with me. Your hand ran down her thigh and you stroked her cunt as the two of you deliberated over what you wanted from me. With a final laugh, she pushed your hand away and stood up. When she stood, she removed her dress, dropping it behind her. She truly was gorgeous -- firm, generous breasts, a tiny waist and hips flaring out below them. Her ass, when she turned for a moment, was well-rounded and high. Slipping into impossibly high heels, she started walking towards me. Looking past her, I saw your eyes glued to her buttocks as she exaggerated her walk, hips swaying, for your pleasure. As she reached me, she ran her hand down the side of my face, her fingers wrapping lightly around my neck, her thumb stroking my skin. "I'm going to enjoy you, Violet, I just don't know where to begin...." Grabbing the front of my dress, she pulled me across the room until I was in front of the couch. She manoeuvred a chair over in front and told me to sit. It was quite wide and she told me to sit with my hips towards the edge of the chair and each leg over one of the arm rests. Blushing as I realized how this would display me to the two of you I hesitated. Annabel reached over and pinched my nipple quite hard. As she did, she asked me if there was a problem. Until I said no... and no again more frantically as her nails started to dig into my flesh, she wouldn't let go. When she did, I pulled the skirt of my dress up over my hips so that I could sit in the chair as she indicated. Spread open before the two of you, my arousal becoming visible, I couldn't keep my eyes on either of you so I looked at the floor. Annabel laughed and said that I wouldn't be getting off that easily and I was to maintain eye contact with either one of you at all times unless told otherwise. Annabel took her seat beside you again, pressed up tight against you, her hand over your thigh, you both looked at me and started to talk about my sex. Whispering to each other you talked about how wet I was already, how easy I was, such a good little slut. My breathing grew more ragged, and my cheeks that much redder with each comment. Annabel remarked that I had quite a lovely cunt and it was good of you to ensure I kept it waxed. So much more attractive that way you both agreed. As you continued to dissect me, I started to fidget. With a sharp slap to my thigh, Annabel told me to stop, to sit still until I was given permission to move. "Violet, you're going to stroke yourself for us now. I want to see how you masturbate, how you like to be touched. Show us...." I hesitated a moment before moving my hand. Unsure if I could do this in front of both of you, for both of you. I started to lean forward, bring my legs off the side of the chair, when I saw you shake your head. A small movement, but enough to remind me of the rules. I can stop at any time, but if I walk out it is for good. Lying back in the chair, I brought my trembling hand up between my thighs. Covering my sex a moment, I let my fingers push between my labia, pressing deep, getting covered with my arousal. I dragged my fingers back up the length of my slit and rubbed my clit a moment. The pleasure swamped my embarrassment for a moment and I started to move my hand more aggressively over my sex. Just as I was finding my rhythm, Annabel told me to stop. She told me to spread my cunt open for you. Using both hands, spread my sex wide, so you both could see everything. This remembrance of where we were brought back my embarrassment and as I moved to display myself like this to you, I couldn't help but drop my gaze. As I hadn't been looking, I didn't notice that Annabel picked up a small crop until I felt it break against my thigh. "What did I say about eye contact, slut?" Annabel asked in a cold, quiet voice. "I'm sorry...." I wasn't sure what to call her. "Mistress, you're sorry 'Mistress'". "Yes, I'm sorry... very sorry, Mistress." The sting of the crop was receding but not forgotten as it ached like no slap or ruler could. "Better." Leaning forward on the sofa, Annabel turned her full attention to my sex. "Christ, David, she really is a little slut, look at how wet, how delightfully swollen she is already. Doesn't take much with this one, does it? Is she always like this?" Hearing the two of you discuss me like this was humiliating. When you replied with a simple "Yes", I relaxed a bit; feeling like you were giving me a slight pass. Then you compounded the humiliation but showing how slight moves, touches could arouse me even further. Taking the hairbrush from the side table, you demonstrated how the slightest penetration made me even wetter. As you pushed the brush handle into me, I couldn't help but press my hips towards you, moving on the wood. Your soft "you see" to Annabel, made me briefly close my eyes in shame. When you said "Tell Annabel how I came to know to use a brush on you, Violet?" I couldn't help but gasp. When you both just stopped and looked at me, waiting patiently, I knew we wouldn't be going anywhere until I confessed that you used the brush on me because of a fantasy I shared with you. As I did, in a low voice, horrified that you'd make me confess this in front of her. She smiled in pleasure when I finished and made some comment about how a slut could turn almost anything into a sex toy, and wasn't I turning out to be a very good slut after all. She took the brush out of your hand, wiped the handle across my thigh and told us it was time to play a game. Grabbing a cloth from the table as she came towards me, she explained the game. "You'll enjoy this one I think, love.", she started as she tied the cloth over my eyes, blindfolding me. "David and I are going to take turns touching you. If you can guess correctly who touched you, you'll be rewarded. If you are wrong, punished. Simple, no? Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good girl. Ok, here we go." There was a pause, and I then felt a hand running up my side, cupping my breast and lightly tweaking the nipple. Mmmm. I've loved those hands for so long. "David." "Very good, Violet." Your voice, gentle, you leaned in and took my nipple into your mouth, sucking softly. Just as I started to arch into you, you pulled back. Next I felt a tongue licking slowly up my thigh, and whispered "Annabel" enjoying this game. "Very good, my dear" she said before leaning in and flicking her tongue over my clit. So quickly, suddenly that my body jerked in the chair. She was gone before I could appreciate it fully and couldn't help but groan. "Patience, patience." As I leaned back in the chair I felt a smooth but hard object stroking my belly -- the hairbrush. Without your direct touch, I couldn't hope to guess who was touching me and finally understood why Annabel was going to enjoy this game so much. "Annabel" I guessed. "Sorry, sweetie" you said before resting a hand on one thigh to spread my knees even further. Before I could even think it through you brought the back of the hair brush down on my sex. The slap sounded so loud in the room and as I couldn't prepare, process in advance, the pain seemed shocking and I cried out, body flinching. "Poor Violet" Annabel crooned, "you'll have to do better next time." Next I felt fingers pinching my clit. Gasping as the pain from the hairbrush was still fresh, I guessed "David" again, thinking you wouldn't switch back and forth, but I was wrong and Annabel pressed her fingers around the base of my clit and squeezed. Her nails digging in as she tugged on my clit. When she let go, I was panting from the effort not to shout at you both. I felt her fingers running down my slit ... "I think she's guessing wrong on purpose, David, feel how wet she is. The little slut likes her pain, doesn't she?" The next touch - hands cupping my breasts. I guessed Annabel. "Almost", she replied. "It was both of us. I think that calls for both a reward and punishment." As she spoke I felt the air move as you both moved down towards me and I felt you tongues brush across my nipples, before you drew them into your mouths. As you, maybe, ran your tongue across one nipple, sucking softly causing my belly to clench, she, maybe, closed her teeth around my nipple and bit down firmly. Trapping my nipple between her teeth and pulling her head back. What had started out as a moan, ended in a scream of pain/pleasure. My body couldn't process exactly how to respond with the conflicting stimuli. As my nipple slipped between her teeth, I eased back against the chair. Her lips closed over my nipple again and she soothed the tender skin. With both of you sucking on my nipples, the pleasure began to peak. I could feel the answer tugs in my sex, could feel my body tightening, coming closer to orgasm. Just before I could slip over the edge, you pulled your head away and pinched my nipple between your fingers. Her mouth sucking so softly and now your fingers pinching and twisting cruelly. The sensations were unlike anything I had ever experienced. Our Deepest Secrets I was barely out of the shower when I heard the doorbell. Seriously, how the hell can it be that the probability of people showing up at your door or calling your phone increases significantly when you're in the bathroom? One of the great unsolved mysteries of the universe perhaps? Or maybe it simply seems that way because of the annoyance factor? "If it's important they can damn well come back later," I growled irritated and commenced applying aftershave to my face. But for once the true and tested method of outlasting my opponents by ignoring them failed miserably. Whoever was at my door clearly had no intention of giving up or postponing the untimely intrusion in my routine - the bell just kept droning on and on and on. The sound was getting on my nerves. "This better not be a Jehovah's Witnesses or some stupid salesman," I thought as I rinsed my face and threw on my bathrobe. And no - it most definitely was NOT a Jehovah's Witness. In fact the tall attractive blonde leaning against my doorbell would be far more likely to bear witness for the other guy - you know, the one downstairs. My ex-wife's face lit up with a dazzling bright smile when she saw me. "Hi honey. I'm home." I was too stunned for words. Not that any were needed or expected – Gina was always very talented in the noble art of one sided conversations - and I caught a whiff of her perfume as she gave me a swift peck on the lips and sailed past me into the house like she owned the place. "What the...?" I managed to collect myself and headed after her. She was already in the kitchen, currently busy checking out the content of my fridge. "Amore, you eat like a stupid teenager! Hotdogs – no good. Microwave dinners – don't even constitute human food. Ketchup – how come you drench everything you eat in that nasty stuff? Candy – no good for you, goes in the garbage. Pop Tarts – are you really eating that? Beer – how come more than half of your fridge is occupied by beer? That's not food. And this hamburger is way out of date..." I sat down at the table and tried to wrap my mind around what was happening. "Gina? What exactly are you doing?" She looked back and gave me that thousand watt smile again. "Why, making lunch of course Silly – don't you know what time it is? Oh tuna, egg and shrimp – so you DO have real human food here. And cheese too. I think we will have a nice frittata..." "GINA!" "Yes amore? " I finally had her attention. Time to find out what the hell was going on. So I asked her the most pertinent question. "When did you cut your hair?" She struck a pose and made a 360 spin modeling-style, "You like? I did it when starting work. In the world of corporate law long haired blondes are mostly secretaries and I wanted to be taken seriously as a lawyer." I had to admit that the short blonde hair and the understated yet elegant pantsuit made her look all business. And adapting a more conservative style certainly hadn't taken anything away from her attractiveness. She was still as hauntingly beautiful as she had been when I last saw her almost six months ago. Well, technically only five months, twenty-one days and ten hours ago – but who's counting? She had been the typical beach-blonde back then. Amazing how radically a person can change in just a few months – and sadly this goes for relationships as well. She had walked out on me in a really bad way and in doing so broken my heart. We were as good as over. "Gina. You know we're divorced, right? Do you realize what that means?" She continued stirring the eggs while talking. "I'm a lawyer amore. I know very well what divorce means. And we are not, nor are we ever going to be. Do you want peas and shredded carrots in yours? Veggies are good for the stamina you know." Huh? Had she fucking lost it? "Gina. You know as well as I do that papers are filed and our divorce will be final in two months. There is nothing..." "You silly boy," she laughed. "We both made a promise to God till death do us part. You can file all the papers you want but one does not simply break a promise to God. You have a wife and she is not going anywhere in this lifetime. There is nothing that you, the courts or all the kings men can do to change that. Now stop acting stupid and tell me where you keep the oregano. Please tell me that we are not out..." "YOU walked out on ME Gina. Remember? What was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to think?" "I didn't walk out on you amore. Never. I just needed a little time-out to collect myself after you told me about your problem. What did you expect? I was deeply shocked and distraught." "PROBLEM? What problem? I have no fucking problem. It's a preference – or a fetish, if you will. I'm a guy for Christ sake. We're turned on by various parts of women's bodies. It's the natural way of things. Your god made us like that." She turned the frittata – it smelled delicious. "Whatever. I was weirded out and you made me very sad too, realizing that I did not correspond to that odd fetish of yours. I had to talk to Nonna about it and decided to live with her for a short while – she always knows what to do. Unfortunately she is getting older and is no longer so healthy, so I guess my stay became a little longer than planned. I am sorry amore, I should have talked to you much sooner, but then I started work and time just trickled away." I always found Gina's grandmother on her father's side – Nonna – a little scary. You know the kind of person that gives you the feeling that they're looking right through any pretense or bullshit? The kind of person that just seems to know all about you five minutes after you meet them? That was Nonna in a nutshell – an Italian version of Agatha Christie's Miss Marple. She might have been old and frail, but she was the undisputed grand matriarch of her family. She was the one everybody in her family looked to for guidance or assistance, and I was positive that she had approved of me as a suitable husband for Gina before my proposal was accepted. Knowing this, it made perfect sense that Gina had seeked out Nonna as her safe harbor in a storm. I should have thought of that when she disappeared and I couldn't reach her. What I didn't get however was WHY she had been so upset over what I said in the first place. It's not like I was into hard bondage or torture or something. Gina walked behind my chair and put her hands on my shoulders. They felt dry, slightly cool and so good I got goose bumps. "Ohhh you are SO tense amore. I think I need to massage these sexy broad shoulders of yours a little while the food cooks. Then maybe we can see about the rest of your various... areas of tension... after lunch." She bent down to my ear and whispered. "Remember that you are dealing with a woman in her prime who has not had any kind of sexual satisfaction for six months." I tried to turn my head, but she held me in place and kept kneading my shoulders. "Surely you masturbated regularly..." I began. "No. I am a married woman and I refuse to do my mans job for him." "So you have really been celibate for ALL that time? No dating, no fingering on the dance floor, no quickie with an old boyfriend, no nothing?" "I have been unfailingly true to my vows amore. As have you." "Eh, how do you know...?" I jerked up and turned to look her in the eyes. "Fuck Gina! You had me followed, didn't you? You had a goddamned tail on me!" "I asked Papa to put a couple of men on you, yes. There are so many women out there who would love to get their hands on somebody like you, regardless of the fact that you are spoken for already. I trust you with all my heart amore, but I do not trust THEM. I had to protect our marriage." Now I was pissed. "Trust is good but control is better, huh? Is that it? That stunt has NOTHING to do with trust Gina. So how about yourself? I didn't have anybody spying on you. How do I know for sure that YOU haven't been sleeping around on me with other guys?" I didn't even SEE the hand that hit me, and I more 'heard' than 'felt' the slap that made my left cheek burn. My ears hadn't stopped ringing yet when a large carving knife was slammed half an inch into the tabletop right in front of me with a sharp thud. Gina held the handle in a white-knuckled grip and stared at me intensely, her brown eyes like smoldering embers of burning coal. There was no smile on her face now. "Don't you DARE question my honor Lance – EVER!" She held my gaze for a second, until I blinked. Then she jerked the knife free and turned to continue her cooking. I heard a cucumber getting sliced with a lot more ferocity than normally needed for the task. Whew. Our time apart certainly hadn't dulled that temper of hers. And considering her aggressive sexuality, living half a year without orgasm probably didn't help her mood. I briefly considered saying something about double standards, but swallowed my clever comeback and remained silent. This was not a good time for a biting retort. Sometimes silence is gold. **** The meal was delicious and I realized that lack of sex and companionship wasn't the only reason why I had missed Gina. You know how some women live by the saying: 'the way to a mans heart goes through his stomach?' That's a lie of course, perpetuated by ugly or frigid women who would rather cook than fuck, but being a great cook never hurts your popularity. Gina grew up in a family of gourmets and could play the kitchen like a concert pianist plays a Steinway. I hadn't had a home cooked meal for a long time and enjoyed the hell out of this one - to her obvious delight. But we still had some major issues to straighten out and no amount of food would fix them for us. I told her so much and she somberly agreed. Thus we found ourselves in the living room in a pair of easy chairs recovering from over-eating and enjoying a glass of quality Recioto. "You know, " Gina started with a sly smile. "I read in an interview that Angelina Jolie always insists that both are naked when she are having serious talks with her husband." "Normally I would love the idea of being naked with you for any reason but neither of us has had sex for several months. I don't think it would work Gina. Today I'm a better conversationalist if I see as little of your body as possible." She sighed in resignation. "You are correct amore – it goes for me too. And to be honest I think I am also stalling for time because of what Nonna told me to do. She want me to... she says... well... because of the trust you put in me by revealing your perversity..." "Fetish," I injected, "or preference. There is nothing perverse about it!" "Whatever - your 'preference' then. Well, Nonna says that I have to demonstrate a similar level of trust and tell you MY deepest secret in order to level the scales. So I will do that now." She gathered herself for a second. "But know this Lance: If you EVER as much as WHISPER a word to ANYBODY about this I will..." I interrupted her tirade of bloody threats before it gained momentum. "Stop right there Gina! If you feel so bad about telling, then I don't need to hear it. I don't need any kind of leverage over you, if that's what you're afraid of. But YOU should know THIS: I love you and regardless of what may happen in the future I will NEVER betray your trust. If you doubt this, our marriage is doomed and we might as well call it quits now." She lowered her head attempting to hide a tear. "I am so sorry amore. I guess I have adapted to the guarded mindset of a lawyer. I love you with all my heart and I trust you. You are my wedded husband and you have opened up to me. I am afraid but want you to know all about me as well. So here goes..." She took at deep breath while I waited in a mix of fear and anticipation. While hiding her face in her hands she whispered... "I am not really a blonde." I sat for a few seconds with my mouth agape not believing my ears. Then I buckled over in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. When I finally regained my composure I was face to face with a seriously pissed-off Gina. I silently thanked whatever deity watches over stupid guys for the fact that we didn't have any knives in the living room, and tried to explain my unexpected reaction. "Seriously? THAT'S your big and scary secret? Do you think I care what color your hair is? Do you think ANYBODY cares? Do you know how many girls color their hair? I didn't mean to ridicule your feelings Gina, but hair coloring is really not an issue for anybody these days." She sighed and her angry expression melted away. "You are probably right amore. But to me the significance is more than merely a hair color." She leaned back and shifted nervously in her chair. "You have met the women of my family - mom, my aunts, my older cousins. Did you notice what they all have in common?" "They're nice. I like your family." "But how do they look?" "Well, they look nice too I guess..." "Bullshit!" "Eh?" "They are all curly-haired voluptuous brunettes with a waistline that is growing progressively with age and each new child that pops out of them. They can't talk about anything but kids, family, town gossip or the church bazaar, and they are treated like fucking nobodies around the house! Like fucking cattle!" "That's a bit harsh Gina..." "Come on. Have you not noticed how the women are excluded when the men are talking business or serious matters? Have you ever seen Papa get up and help mom clear the table after dinner? Or do something with her? Papa and mom do not go places together – he takes her places. Papa and mom do not buy stuff together – he buys her stuff. For all intent and purposes she is a kept woman with no identity or ambitions outside of what he allows. I love my mom and my aunts but I will NEVER be like them!" Gina was tearing up with emotions. I took her hand. "One day when I was fourteen I looked in the mirror and guess what I saw Lance? I saw a typical Italian girl with brown curly hair that looked EXACTLY like a fourteen-year-old version of my mom. Let me tell you, I FREAKED! And that was the moment I made my big life decision to break the circle and change my destiny. Nonna helped me, and the first thing we did was straighten and bleach my hair. There were other things involved – like being careful with what I eat and train regularly so I don't get fat, and getting a degree so I can buy my own things and make my own decisions. But my hair color was the beginning of the 'new me' and since I was fourteen NOBODY has seen me as a brunette." "Eh... wow Gina. I don't know what to say. I would love you even if you had blue hair, but I understand why this is important to you. I promise that I will keep your secret. By the way, you certainly had ME fooled. I always took you for a genuine blonde." She smiled coyly. "You mean because the carpet matches the drapes? Oh yes, I bleach my pubic hair when I am not waxed. It was Nonna's idea. Obviously I was too young to care in the beginning, but she told me that some day when I was all grown up and ready I would meet a nice man that might want to see me naked. Therefore she advised me to get used to being a blonde down there as well." I caught myself thinking about Gina naked and felt my cock starting to respond. But with a burst of sheer will power I forced my focus back to the matter at hand. I wanted nothing more than jump her right there, but we weren't in the clear yet. It was true - I didn't give a rat's ass what hair-color Gina had as long as she was happy. But if she couldn't accept MY fetish in the same spirit of tolerance our future together would still be in serious jeopardy. "So now you know my deepest and darkest secret Lance. There is nothing more to reveal about me, no more skeletons in the closet. This is who I am. The pure and undiluted me" "Brunette, eh?" "Yes." "So have you had more fun since you turned blonde?" That earned me a smile. "Oh yes." "And now it's my turn, eh?" I cleared my throat. "Yes amore - please. I do not understand your... thing... but I desperately want to. I NEED to find out why you like girls who has hair on their arms. It is very strange to me and something I have never encountered before. That is why I had to leave for a while and think it over. You took me by surprise that day." "No shit. You didn't exactly take that information very well," I commented dryly. "What on earth did you expect Lance? We were in bed together having just made wonderful love - basking in the afterglow and enjoying the intimacy - and suddenly you decided to tell me about your attraction to girls with hairy forearms. Something that I did not have. How do you think that made me feel? What if I had told you that I preferred guys with a much larger penis than yours? How would you have felt?" "Oh shit Gina. I didn't think..." "No you clearly did not! You see Lance - I did not run away because I was disgusted with you. I ran away because my husband had just told me that I lacked what turned him on! I felt like a complete failure in my marriage." "But you DO turn me on Gina. Very much so. That fetish is only a part of my sexuality – a small part – and the rest is so much more important. That's why I married you and that's why you're the perfect woman for me. Ask yourself this: Have you EVER had a problem turning me on and driving me crazy with lust?" "Nope." she smiled. "There ya go. The defense rests your honor. Please render your verdict." Gina laughed and it was music to my ears. We WERE going to be all right now. I was almost certain of it. "Very well amore. I believe you and I probably over-reacted – that is what Nonna told me too. But how come you never told me about this fetish of yours before? Why wait so long?" "Because of the way society reacts Gina, and especially the way girls react. Hairy girls are not treated nicely these days nor are the men who like them. Some fetishes are viewed as positive by most It's perfectly fine to be a 'boob-man' or an 'ass-man' or a 'leg-man', and even men with a foot fetish or a shoe fetish are generally accepted by everybody. But men with a preference for girls who are natural or even hirsute are seen as creepy and perverted." She nodded thoughtfully. I continued. "I dated a few girls in high school with hairy arms, but as soon as I told them about my fetish they grew uneasy and either broke up with me or became overly conscious about it and started waxing. Naturally I soon learned to keep my fetish a secret, whether I was with a hairy girl or not. You can praise a girl for her boobs and she will probably blush and giggle, but if you praise her for being hairy she'll make the sign of the cross and run for the hills to get away from the pervert." "I am beginning to understand why you kept your kink under wraps for so long amore. And you really only told me...?" "... because I love you, yes. You are my wife Gina. I didn't want to have any secrets from you. I was NOT comparing you to any other girl – there IS no comparison. I just happened to feel comfortable telling you at that unfortunate moment. And because of my lapse in judgement we have been legally separated for five months, twenty-one days and eleven hours." She laughed again. "You are actually counting the days? That is SO adorable. I love you so much amore. I feel blessed to have you as my husband. I don't care if you are a weirdo, as long as you are MY weirdo." Finally the danger was over and I felt an indescribable elation. Everything was out in the open and we both understood and accepted each other without reservation. Our deepest secrets hadn't been able to split us up, and, if anything, our bond was stronger now than before. Nonna was a very smart woman indeed. Yeah I was scared of her still, but in that moment I loved her for giving me my wife back. Our Deepest Secrets My train of thought was interrupted when Gina grabbed me and violently pulled me out of my chair by using her weight as leverage. I landed on the floor with her on top of me. "I have been staring at that hard-on long enough amore – you have been sporting a constant erection ever since I got here. As your wife it is my sacred duty and pleasure to take care of it." She opened my robe and my iron-hard cock sprang out. After months of celibacy her hands felt like a velvet glove of heavenly bliss. "Sorry Gina – I am way too sex starved. I won't last more than a few minutes inside you." "I know amore. I can feel it. Your manhood is twitching already. That is why I am going to make you come with my hand first. Then you will last much longer afterwards when we make love. So do not fight it – just let it go." I nodded my approval. "And you are free to think about hairy-armed girls all you want, if that makes it better for you." I lost a little of my excitement on the altar of frustration. I thought she had understood. "Listen Gina. I already told you – yes I may see a certain attraction in girls with hairy arms, but it's NOT important to me. It's NOT a factor in my sex life! Ok?" "I understand amore. So I assume that it will make absolutely no difference if I do THIS? " And she pushed up the sleeve of her shirt and rubbed my cock on her hairy forearm. I both saw and felt the silky black hair tickle my manhood and barely had time to exclaim... "HOLY CRAP!" ... before my brain short-circuited and initiated a complete meltdown. I vaguely heard myself emit an unarticulated howl and after that I was only aware of my pumping cock and my raging orgasm for a while. As I slowly drifted back down to Earth from cloud nine I opened my eyes and saw a dazzled and shocked Gina cradling my now deflated cock in a cum-soaked hand. "Good lord Lance! I have NEVER seen you come like that before. For a moment I thought you were having a seizure – you flopped around so much I could hardly hold on to your cock. Look at that glob of cum on the wall over there – you shot six feet at least. And you splattered all over me too." She wiped her arm with a tissue. Her HAIRY arm. "Gina? What the fuck? When did YOU get hairy arms? How?" "Duh! You know that I'm Italian my dear husband. Didn't you guess?" "To be honest, no. It seriously never crossed my mind that your waxing was that extensive. You've never had any visible body hair apart from the landing strip." "Well, my arms are not the only part of me that are Italian today. Just wait till you see the rest." My cock began to grow again. "Oh me thinks he LIKE that idea," she smiled and scooped up my cock. Nonna told me you would." Crap on toast! Was there ANYTHING Nonna didn't know? Gina continued to knead my cock back to hardness with great success. "Nonna helped me realize that your fetish wasn't a problem at all, but a great opportunity. Because now that I know all about it, I have an infallible way of turning on my husband whenever I please. Oh yes - I've got your number now." "No shit," I groaned through the pleasure of her massage. "So here is the deal amore. In the winter I will be natural for you. Nobody will know, but under my clothes I will be your hairy Italian bitch. However I need to wax in the summer because I want to wear sleeveless and skimpy dresses and bikinis. You said it yourself – hairy girls are not well treated in the world. So in the summer I will be your groomed and waxed beach babe. Be warned though that I expect as much sex in the summer as in the winter, so you had better not be lying when you say that I turn you on whether I am hairy or not. " I started to reply... "No amore. Do not say anything. Action speak louder than words. So if you agree to my terms, please indicate your binding accept by fucking the shit out of me till I cry for mercy – right now!" And that was exactly what I did!