4 comments/ 50437 views/ 12 favorites A Birthday Request By: FirstRain The buzzing was annoying, but she supposed that was the point. The morning light had just begun to peak through the curtains and fill the room. Stephanie rolled over to the edge of their old fashioned four-post bed and swatted at the alarm clock to silence it, and then extended herself into a long, slow, satisfying morning stretch. She felt the sheets slide along her nylon covered legs and the sensation excited her. As she often did, she had worn pantyhose to bed the night before because she knew that he liked them and because she enjoyed the feeling of the nylon on her legs as she moved beneath the sheets. She brushed her auburn hair away from her eyes and looked to her left. He was still asleep, which was adorable, but also a problem, since he had to be to work in an hour. Rob was never one for mornings. She rolled over and ran her silky foot up the back of his leg to rouse him. He barely moved. Seeing that more decisive action was needed, she spooned up behind him, slid her hand down his body and teasingly ran her fingertips along the length of his morning erection. He moaned in response and she knew he was waking up. "Happy birthday sweetie. It's time to get up," she whispered into his ear. He slid his hand behind him and cupped her pantyhosed ass with his hand. She curled her top leg up and over his hip, giving him an entire leg to caress. This was enough to get him to open his eyes. "Well, Good Morning," he said, waking more fully. He slid his hand up and down her leg and, rolling onto his back for better access, let his fingers come to rest between her thighs, slowly kneading her pubic mound through the skin-tight material. "You really are a tease sometimes, you know that?" "Yup, but you love it and you know it," Steph replied. "Come on, you need to get ready." "Just a few more minutes," Rob said childishly. "I know it sucks but I tell you what. I'll make it up to you, being that it's your birthday and all. What would you like?" Steph asked with an innocent look on her face, knowing that, even if he was still half asleep, she had left a door wide open for him. "Well, that's a pretty broad invitation," Rob said becoming more awake as he considered the implications. "Let me think for a second." He propped himself up on a couple of pillows so he was almost seated, and thought for a moment. Stephanie took the opportunity and teased her leg along Rob's thigh. She ran her nylon encased knee up to his abdomen and took hold of his now semi-hard cock. She nested it behind her knee and slowly began to stroke him. Rob's cock stiffened and he almost lost his concentration, but opportunities like this come around only once in a while, and for someone as "sexually creative" as Rob, you never want to let an opportunity pass you by. Rob blinked his eyes a few more times and, as he looked around the room trying to come up with something he hadn't thought of before, his eyes came back to where he was laying and a thought popped into his head. "I can tell you what I would love to come home to," He said with a mischievous look on his face. "What would that be?" Steph asked, knowing that when he got that look on his face she was in for something interesting. "When I get home tonight, I'd like the first thing I see when I walk into this room to be you on that corner bedpost by the door." Steph wasn't really sure that she understood what he was talking about, but not being one to admit ignorance too soon, she looked at the bedpost and thought for a second. Slowly, it dawned on her exactly what he meant and she looked back at him with a combination of amusement at the idea, thinking that he was kidding, shock that he would even come up with such a thing, and just a twinge of arousal at her own personal curiosity. As she turned to look at him again, she found him gazing back at her with a kid-in-a-candy-store look on his face. It was then that she realized that Rob was serious. "Really?!" was the only thing she could think to say. "I'm completely serious," was the reply. "I think that could well be the hottest thing I've ever seen." As he said this, Rob slid his hand down the inside of Stephanie's pantyhose and his probing fingers found her clit. Grasping it between his first two fingers, he began to gently rub in very slow, deliberate circles and Steph's body began to respond. She could feel the dampness begin to build between her legs and she pushed back against Rob's hand. Steph had just enough presence of mind to utter, "Let me think about it while you shower," at which point Rob looked at the clock and realized that he was going to be late. He kissed Steph passionately, but quickly, withdrew his hand from her aching mound, and headed for the bathroom. "You think about it," he said as he began closing the bathroom door. "I know I will!" The door closed and Steph heard the shower start to run. She sat up a little more in bed bringing her bare breasts out from under the sheets for the first time that morning. She didn't have large breasts, an athletic B cup that she had always felt suited her body, but they were very sensitive and the cool morning air in the room made her nipples stand at attention. She missed Rob's hand at her clit and slid her own hand into her pantyhose to make up for the absence. She slid her fingers between her lips and spread the wetness around. She dipped two fingers into her pussy and slowly stroked her inner walls while the heel of her hand ground into her clit. As her arousal began to build, her mind returned to the challenge Rob had so deviously laid before her. She looked over at the bedpost, which, although she had never thought about it in this light before, did seem a little phallic. Their bed was one of the older style dark wood four-post beds, and each of the posts were topped with an upside down pinecone style post top. The post top was large but it wasn't massive; probably five inches tall and three inches wide at its thickest point. It had the stereotypical bumpy exterior and a glossy finish. Its bottom tapered back toward the post and just below the pinecone was a ring of wooden leaves that drooped toward the floor and extended outward in an upward facing cone. Below these leaves was a fluted post which extended from the post top down to where the post met the bed frame. The two posts at the head of the bed were a good seven feet tall, but the two at the foot of the bed were only about three or three and a half feet tall and it was the one of these shorter posts closest to the bedroom door that Rob had indicated in his request. As she worked her hand into her pussy, she though about whether she could possibly do it. Rob was incredibly caring and devoted, but he had a lot of kinky tendencies, and the combination of these two traits was a big reason she had fallen in love with him. They had only been married for a year, but they had dated for a few years before, and in that time they had explored practically every aspect of sex and sexuality they could think of, and thanks to the internet, even a few they hadn't thought of. She wasn't fond of the thought that she had been sheltered, but she had never really thought about the many variations of sex before she met Rob. But sheltered or not, she always kept an open mind and it had taken her to places and given her pleasures she had never imagined. Together, they had found a number of things they weren't big on, and even a couple of things they would flat out never try again. But there had been a number of things which had gotten them both really hot and which they found that they loved to share with each other; pantyhose, light bondage, and anal play being among them and those things ended up in their regular bag of tricks. Luckily, she was an athletic girl to begin with and her slender 5'8" frame allowed for some pretty interesting contortions and possibilities. Rob had always said that one of his favorite thrills was seeing Stephanie laying on her back, her legs spread as wide as any gymnast could hope to achieve, her glistening hairless pussy dripping hot juices as his cock slides in and out of her asshole, and watching the muscles in her toned flat stomach ripple as orgasm after orgasm ran though her body. It was as this thought ran though her mind that she realized she was about to cum. She quickly withdrew her had from her now gaping slit and made up her mind. She would do it. She would do it, one because she loved him, and had never denied him anything when it came to her body or her sex, and two, because there was a small part of her that was strangely and surprisingly turned on by the idea and she wanted to know if she could pull it off. When Rob emerged from the bathroom Stephanie was propped up at the head of the bed, pert breasts standing at attention, knees bent, legs spread, and her hands were slowly running up and down the length of her pantyhosed legs. "God how I love you, but you do not make this easy," was the only thing that came from Rob's lips. Steph rolled forward on the bed and crawled to Rob on her hands and knees, nylon covered ass wagging in the air behind her. "I love you too," she said, as she reached him and lowered her head to take his freshly showered cock into her mouth. Rob was hard almost instantly. He was an average sized guy, but Steph had always found that she adored his cock. She wasn't sure if it was the proportion, or the sweet taste of his skin, or the way it curved upward just right so that when she was pierced by it, the head hit this spot deep inside her that just made her drip with desire to always have him lodged within her sex. As her pouty lips worked over his shaft, Rob cursed playfully at her under his breath. "You know I have to be at work in twenty minutes," he gasped as she teased her tongue along the underside of his head. "I know," she said, removing his cock from her mouth with a satisfying popping sound, "but I wanted to make sure that you were thinking of me all day long and how I'm going to look impaled on that bedpost, obediently waiting for you to come home." She raised her eyes to meet his with the most innocent look she could muster and slid his cock back into her mouth. She buried it all the way at the back of her throat, then slowly pulled it from her mouth, sucking hard along the full length of his shaft until it again popped from her mouth. She sat back with her feet under her perfect ass, legs spread, hands behind her back, and looked at him sweetly. "Is there anything else you'd like to include in this little image of yours?" Rob looked at her with a sense of overwhelming lust, then leaned in and kissed her with a passion which took Steph by surprise. Their tongues intertwined and she thought for a second that she might cum, but Rob pulled away and looked lovingly into her big blue eyes. "Just you, a pair of pantyhose, a pair of heals, and nothing else," he smiled. Rob tried to regain his composure and get himself dressed. He had managed to work his way up the ladder at one of the local law firms and had reached a level where he could provide a very comfortable life for Stephanie and himself, but that position came with responsibilities, and one was actually getting to work on time. A task which was not made any easier by the fact that Step had resumed her previous position, propped up at the head of the bed, seductive nylon covered legs spread wide, only this time, her hand had gone back to work on her gaping her pussy. Her juices had begun to run down the crack of her ass and he could see a wet spot forming on the sheet below her. Steph had always been a very wet lover and it didn't take a lot to get her pussy sopping wet, a fact that both she and Rob loved. The more excited Steph became the more her pussy would flow and during really intense sexual moments she would squirt when she came. Rob shook his head to clear it, got into his suit as fast as he could, leaned across the bed, and kissed Steph goodbye. At the same time he ran his hand down her flat stomach, into her pantyhose, took hold of the hand that was working at her pussy and thrust her own fingers into her as deep as he could. Steph's eyes widened as her pussy was filled and she thrust her tongue deeper into Rob's mouth. As their kiss ended and Robs hand retracted from her crotch, she whispered, "I love you." Rob stood up, straightened his tie and said, "I'll see you at five." And then he was gone. Stephanie was left alone in their bedroom with her hand in her pussy and an overwhelming desire to get fucked harder than she had ever been fucked in her life. Slightly dazed from being so completely aroused, she decided that the best first step would be a nice cool shower. She thought it would be a good contrast to the heat she was feeling, and it would give her the chance to come down from being so ridiculously horny. She had decided that she wouldn't let herself cum until that night when Rob got home so that she could be as horny as possible for him when he got home and saw her with a bed post buried inside of her. She dislodged her fingers from her now drenched pussy and felt the satisfying snap of her pantyhose as the combination of the tight nylon and her own fluids clung to her bare mound. She rolled herself out of bed and moved to the bathroom. She ran the shower, got the water to a good cool temperature, slid her pantyhose off her legs and stepped under the running water. She could swear she saw steam rising from her breasts as the first drops of water cascaded down her trim body, following the muscle tones in her abs and legs. She grabbed the body wash from the shower shelf and squirted out a decent portion. She took time lathering her body and enjoyed the slippery sensations as her hands glided over her breasts and pubic mound. She allowed her hands to linger on her ass cheeks and to part them slightly as she worked the lather into the crack of her ass. The lubrication made it easy for her to slide her fingers into her asshole and she thrilled at the tight sensation as her rectum engulfed her fingers. She inserted two fingers and spread them apart letting the running water tease the inner edges of her anal ring. She felt herself getting hot again and knew that she would not be able to hold off an orgasm for long, so she reluctantly withdrew her fingers and allowed her anus to close. She ran her hands along her legs and knew that she would need to shave. She slid her hand over her pussy and felt a small bit of stubble there as well. She preferred waxing to shaving when it came to her pussy, so she made a mental note that she would need to hit the salon while she was out shopping. She grabbed the shaving cream, turned off the water in the shower and lathered up her legs. She grabbed a fresh razor and began to run it along her legs in long strokes, making sure that she got to every inch. When she was satisfied that her legs were as smooth as they could be, she let the water run again and rinsed herself clean. Stepping out of the shower, she toweled herself off and finished off her usual morning activities; brushing teeth, brushing hair, making coffee, having breakfast. Finally, she made her way back to the bedroom to get dressed. As she re-entered the bedroom, she noticed the bedpost perfectly situated as soon as you walked into the room, and her mind flashed to an image of what she would look like mounted on that pinecone post top. The image aroused her and she could understand why Rob had thought of it. As she walked past the bed, she noticed that the top of the bedpost came up to her waist. She was going to need some serious heels to be able to manage this and still have her feet touch the floor. She stood on her toes, did some quick mental math, and decided that three inch heels should do it; another thing for the shopping list. She went about making the bed, then went to her closet. She pulled out a white flowered sundress that hung just above her knees and a pair of strappy heels to match. She lifted the dress over her head and allowed the light fabric to drape over her slender frame. She had decided to forgo a bra as often liked to do and she knew that panties would be a bad idea if she was planning on getting waxed. She strapped the heels to her feet and walked into the bathroom to take some ibuprofen. It helps to keep down any swelling from the post waxing irritation. She threw her hair up in a clip, posed for herself in the mirror, and ran her hand over her pussy, thinking of the things she needed to accomplish before tonight. Looking in the mirror one last time and deciding she was happy with what she saw, she walked to the front door, grabbed her keys, and headed for the car. It was a short drive to the mall, and it was a great summer day to be out. The sun was shining, and the soft breeze tugged at the hem of Steph's dress, whipping its way between her legs to tickle her bare pussy. As she entered the mall, she ran through her shopping list and decided that she would deal with her hosiery shopping first. She walked to the end of the mall, to the largest of the department stores, and after locating the correct department, she set about looking for just the right pair. This was always her favorite part about pantyhose; the variety. She could get lost in all of the colors and patterns, styles and thread weights. But there was no time for casual browsing today. It was approaching noon and she had things to accomplish. She took a quick look around and, after deciding that it was definitely a "high end" kind of day, she settled on a sheer-to-the-waist pair of Charnos hose that were heavier weight than everyday hose since she didn't want then to run unnecessarily. She also chose the pair because they were very high gloss. She wanted to draw as much attention to her legs as possible, and the almost glassy appearance of these pantyhose were sure to do the trick. As she walked to the register, she realized that the pantyhose selection process and the thoughts that went with it, of sliding the soft translucent fabric up the length of each leg, sliding the firm waistband over her ass and snugging the crotch up tight to her clit, had made her a little wet and she could feel just a hint of her own juices beginning to slide down her inner thigh. She thought about discreetly wiping it away, but decided to let it run. No sense hiding it, since it was bound to happen again before she made it home. She made her purchase at the register and, after throwing a wink to the teenage cashier when she caught him staring at her breasts (her nipples were erect and making it rather obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra), she headed in the direction of her favorite shoe store. She browsed the selection for a little while trying to decide between some form fitting calf high boots and a simpler high heel look. She settled on a glossy black, open toe pair with the required three inch heel. The best part of this particular pair was that they included an ankle cuff with a small gold buckle. She had always loved this style. It made the shoe more stable when you were walking or standing, but it also had a hint of bondage to is, which just barely suggested that the wearer might be somewhat less than respectable in the privacy of her own bedroom. She also knew that Rob liked them because it meant that he could use the heel as a handle when they were having sex and the shoes wouldn't simply slide off, making it very easy for him to bend and stretch her long legs however he desired. Steph again paid for her purchase, this time with an older female cashier who gave her a very disparaging look, she assumed for the same reasons that the previous cashier had so obviously enjoyed. Steph didn't care though, since she knew she was getting laid tonight and, odds are, this cashier wasn't; at least, not with that attitude. A Birthday Request Steph grabbed a quick bite to eat at the food court and called ahead to the salon to make sure that they knew she would be coming in and to request her regular beautician. When she got to the salon, Sveta was waiting and ushered her into one of the private rooms. Sveta was a very tall, built Romanian woman. Not manly in any way, but you would never get the impression that she could be intimidated by anyone. She had dark hair which she wore pulled back in a very severe bun, and that, paired with the white lab coat and her muscular legs extending below (Steph assumed she always wore a skirt, but didn't know for sure) she looked a lot like a nurse, or maybe a medically oriented headmistress. They exchanged their usual pleasantries. Sveta asked how Rob was doing, and Steph asked how Sveta's children were doing at school. In the mean time, Steph lifted off her sundress and unstrapped her heels. She lay down naked on the long table in the center of the room and parted her legs. Sveta prepped her supplies and then went to work on Steph's exposed pubic mound. There wasn't a lot of hair to deal with, as Steph made this a regular bi-weekly occurrence, so the process was pretty quick, and Sveta was very good at her job. A few quick swipes of wax and cloth and Steph's mound was as smooth as the day she was born. She then rolled onto her stomach, got up on all fours and stuck her ass in the air. This part had embarrassed her a little when she first started getting waxed, as it meant that her ass and pussy were waving in the air, but by this point it had become old hat, and the only thing that she really noticed today was that she could feel her pussy gape just slightly as she spread her legs and thrust out her ass. Sveta made swift work of the thin hairs around her anus and then began with Stephanie's favorite part. Sveta liked to use a lavender scented finishing oil which she warmed over a candle before applying. It helped to remove any residual wax and moisturized the skin to minimize irritation. Sveta dripped the warm oil into the crack of Steph's ass and, though Steph wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, allowed it to run between the lips of her pussy and into her subtly gaping vagina. Steph felt Sveta's latex gloved hand begin to rub the oil into the crack of Steph's ass and across the back of her pussy. She could feel herself moistening and wanted so badly to ask Sveta to slide her fingers into Steph's asshole. She imagined the feeling of having this beautiful European woman fingering her ass, massaging the inside of her rectum, stroking the underside of her vaginal walls from the inside out, slowly adding a second, and maybe a third finger, and working them in and out, building Steph to a fantastic anal orgasm. Steph realized that she was getting very wet, and she looked behind her, not sure if Sveta had noticed. Again, Steph felt the wetness begin to run down her thigh and she realized that there was no way that Sveta hadn't noticed, but being the consummate professional, her face revealed nothing. She simply indicated that it was time for Steph to roll onto her back. Steph clenched her vaginal muscles in an attempt to keep her juices from draining out of her canal as she gingerly rolled onto her back. She was marginally successful, but when Sveta began drizzling hot oil onto Steph's pubic mound, she couldn't help herself and her wetness spilled out between her legs. Not a lot, mind you, but enough to form a small puddle between her legs. Sveta again showed no outward sign of noticing, but as she began to work the oil into Steph's skin, she ran her hand down between Steph's legs and, as she drew it back up again, her hand parted her outer lips and Steph felt her clit being slid between Sveta's fingers. The feeling was incredible and Steph moaned in spite of herself, but again, Sveta's face showed no change. After three or four slow, agonizing strokes, Sveta said that Steph was all set and, as their eyes met, Steph though she saw just a hint of a smile cross Sveta's lips. Sveta handed her a white towel, said for Steph to tell Rob she said hello, and left without another word. Steph sat up in a puddle of her own juices, both excited and a little dazed by what may or may not have just happened. All she knew for sure was that for the third time that day, her pussy was wet and she was horny. She let her legs drop over each side of the table so that she was sitting upright with her legs spread, and allowed her hand to drop to her clit. It was still slick from the oil and she stroked herself slowly. She brought her other hand around from where it had been supporting her behind her back and dug two fingers deep into her aching twat. She felt the sopping walls of her vagina expand to receive her fingers and her clit hardened under her touch. She was so close to cumming but she held back just enough to ensure that she didn't push herself over the edge. She took her hands away from her pussy and flopped back on the table, legs still spread over each side and took a moment to breathe deep and feel the remaining liquid drain from her pussy. When she had composed herself, she swung her feet off the table, toweled off her crotch gently so as not to set off another round of masturbation, cleaned up the puddle she had left on the table surface, tossed her dress back over her head, strapped on her shoes, and left the room. She settled up at the register, being sure to leave Sveta a larger than usual tip, and headed for the car. Everything was ready. It was time to go home. After Stephanie pulled into the driveway, she grabbed her shopping bags and headed inside. It was almost four o' clock so she figured she had just enough time. She stopped off at the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors from the utility drawer. After opening her new pantyhose, and taking a moment to enjoy the silky effect of the material as she ran it through her fingers, she carefully snipped out the cotton crotch, being sure not to nick the stitching surrounding it. This would keep the sheer glossy nylon intact while allowing her full access to her pussy and clit. She took the newly modified pantyhose upstairs, along with her new shoes, and decided that she had enough time for a quick shower to rinse away the lavender oil. She jumper into the shower rinsed off as fast as her skillful wandering hands would allow, and jumped back out again. She toweled off in front of the mirror and reached for a bottle of lightly scented body powder. It was a designer brand and was a fine as cornstarch, which made it absolutely wonderful to apply. She dusted her torso and smoothed the powder across her breasts; the fine grain of the powder allowing her hands to glide effortlessly across her body. She liberally dusted her pubic mound, ass, and legs, enjoying the fact that her hands slid over their smooth surfaces with ease. The powder was so light that Steph almost couldn't tell she had applied it, except that she was now completely dry from head to toe, and her smooth skin seemed to glow in the full length mirror. Steph again took the pantyhose from the shopping bag and took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. She gathered up first one leg, then the other, and slid the marvelous material over her smooth sculpted legs. She made sure to stretch the material evenly but firmly. She loved the tight, slightly restrictive feel of wearing pantyhose and relished in the experience of putting them on. She stood up and slid the pantyhose up to the base of her ass, again smoothing the material over her legs and thighs. As she took the waistband and slid the pantyhose up over her hips, she could feel the nylon slide across her now engorged clit and the sensation sent a shiver up her spine. She pulled the hosiery up and smoothed it across her abdomen so that it lay perfectly flat. She checked the front and back seems to make sure that the lined up perfectly with the crack of her ass and the line of her vaginal lips. And lastly, she made sure that the now missing crotch was properly aligned with her pussy. She was glad to see that the opening was just large enough to perfectly frame her pussy from top to bottom. She then took the new black heels from their box, polished them with a cloth to ensure that they had a nice shine, slid them onto her nylon encased feet, and tightened the buckles around each of her ankles. As Stephanie took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, she had to admit that she looked seriously fuckable. The light in the bathroom caught the gloss of the pantyhose perfectly and it sent a beautiful undulating line of light up the length of her legs. The heels made her calves look amazing and her pantyhosed ass looked so tight that she started to think of the pantyhose as gift wrap and began longing for Rob to come home and unwrap his present. But the thought of Rob coming home brought her back to reality and she checked the time. About twenty minutes till five o' clock. She hoped that would be enough time. She opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the bottle of silicone based lubricant that she and Rob used for anal sex. They had long ago agreed that the silicone type was the best because it never dried out, and under the circumstances, she thought of that as a very very good thing. She walked back out into the bedroom, made sure that the bedroom door was completely open, and turned to face her new nemesis. The bedpost just stood there, though being a bedpost, it didn't really have a choice. She took a moment to contemplate the fact that she was actually going to do this, and remembered again the amazing look of lust and anticipation on Rob's face when she agreed to it that morning. With this image in her mind, she resolved again to go through with it and walked toward the bed. As she stood next to the bed she had a moment of doubt as she contemplated what it would take to mount herself on top of the bedpost. She couldn't very well be lowered directly onto it as she was the only one there, and she didn't want to use a stepstool as she would be unable to put it away after the fact and she didn't want it to ruin the visual when Rob came home. She thought about it for a moment and then had an idea. She took the bottle of lube and squeezed some out into her hand. She rubbed the lube onto the pinecone shaped post top making sure to completely cover it. She then added some extra right on the top to ensure that it was as slick as possible. Then she took another helping of lube and went to work on her pussy, being careful not to get any lube on her pantyhose. She wanted them to be pristine when Rob saw her. She stroked her clit with one hand while she slid the fingers of the other hand inside herself, first two fingers, then three, as deep as she could while standing up. She then reached for a small blunt tipped syringe she kept in the drawer of the night side table and filled it with lubricant. She slid the syringe inside of her and injected the lubricant directly into her vaginal canal. The lube was slightly cool and she could feel it coating her insides. She grabbed a small towel from the bathroom and relaxed her muscles, using the towel to catch the small amount of lube which dripped from her. She reinserted her fingers and massaged herself to loosen herself up, enjoying every sensation emanating from her pussy. When she was satisfied that her hole was gaping to a sufficient degree, she decided it was time. Stephanie climbed up onto the bed and settled herself on all fours with her ass toward the bedpost. She reached between her legs and took hold of the post, guiding herself backward and inching her mound toward her new goal. As the post top made contact with her lips, Steph felt a simultaneous twinge of apprehension and a thrill of anticipation. She was less sure than ever that this thing was even going to fit, but she was going to try. She lined herself up with the bedpost and arched her back upward to align her vaginal opening with the point on the top of the post. As she backed herself slowly onto the post, she felt the first textured inch enter her. The bumpy surface felt a little like one of the sex toys Rob and she had played with and she found the rough sensation really pleasurable. She raised herself up so that she was kneeling on the bed, her back to the bedpost, with one hand on the post to guide it in and the other hand stroking her clit. She slid down another inch and she felt herself open to accommodate the ever widening bulge. As each bump and ridge of the post slid past her vaginal opening she felt herself getting more and more excited. As her honey began to flow, she found that she wanted more. She looked down between her legs and saw that she had three inches of pinecone and the widest part still to go and, to her own surprise, she wanted it. She wanted to feel the entire unyielding mass lodged in her pelvis. She wanted to know what it felt like to be completely filled, to be skewered atop an immovable object. She became conscious of the fact that she was slowly but repeatedly thrusting the first two inches of the bedpost into her now sopping gash. She took her hand away from the bedpost, slid it up the length of her tight slender body, and brought both hands to her breasts. As she continued to thrust herself down further on the bedpost, she cupped her vibrating breasts and tweaked her nipples roughly. The combined sensations just made her even hotter and she raised her torso upright. She lifted herself up one more time, allowing her gaping pussy to drain onto the post top below her. Steph whispered to herself "This is it", and she slowly lowered herself. The first two inches slid into her easily. As she began to take the third inch she could feel her vaginal muscles stretch and a shock of pleasure ran up her spine. As the fourth inch slid into her now tightly distended pussy she could feel every contour of the pinecone shaped post top as it ground along the inner surface of her vagina. Then, just as Steph became convinced that she couldn't push any harder without hurting herself, and that her hole could not possibly be stretched any further, she felt herself drop. Not a lot; just a half an inch or so. But it was enough to relieve the tightness at the opening of her pussy and transfer that tightness higher up inside of her. She felt the entrance of her canal close around the tapered base of the post top and she knew that it was in. She breathed a small sigh of relief that she had managed to do it and made a move to readjust herself. "Ooohhhhhh my god!!" she yelled in spite of herself. The sensation of fullness was absolutely overwhelming and she thought, for a moment that she might cum right then and there. She steadied herself and brought herself back from the brink. She tentatively shifted herself on the bedpost to get used to the sensation and found that the widest part of the pinecone was perfectly aligned with her g-spot. As she slid ever so slightly up, then down again, she could feel more and more fluids dripping from her pussy and she found herself absolutely loving the feeling. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples as hard as she could as she slid herself further down onto the post. She knew she had gone as far as she could when the ring of leaves below the pinecone made contact with her vaginal opening. Now all she had to do was turn around. She tentatively dropped one nylon encased leg to the floor and stabilized herself. Then, inch by exquisitely pleasurable inch, she rotated herself around to face the door, feeling every individual nub of the post top as it spun its way across the surface of her g-spot, each ridge milking her pussy for another drop of honey and sending vibrations of pleasure through every part of her body. As she slowly lowered her other leg to the floor she marveled at the fact that, after all of that, she had still managed not to cum, and was, quite frankly, very proud of herself. She knew that when Rob finally sent her over the edge, it would be one of the most intense explosions of pleasure she had ever experienced. As she was congratulating herself for not cumming, Steph was also coming to the realization that she had slightly underestimated the height of the heels she needed to make this work in any sort of convenient way. She looked down and realized that four inch heels would have been a better choice as, when she stood perfectly straight she was able to hold herself slightly above the ring of leaves at the base of the post top. But as she relaxed her legs and began to settle in, her pelvis dropped and she could feel the upward facing cone of leaves begin to stretch her pussy again. Not that is was unpleasant at this point, but it was going to be a constant reminder to stand up straight. Feeling good about her accomplishment, she looked herself up and down. Her pantyhose were still straight, the bedpost was sunk deep inside her sopping pussy, and giving a quick look at the clock, she realized that it was just a couple of minutes before five. Rob should be home at any moment. As the minutes ticked by, Steph slowly became accustomed to the barrage or sensations coming from inside of her. She found that if she rocked back and forth on her heels she could press the widest part of the post top into her g-spot or back against the inside of her rectum, both sending intense, but different bursts of pleasure through her. She caressed her breasts, and even dropped her hand down to stroke her clit, always being careful not to go past the point of no return. After a few minutes of teasing herself and exploring the realities of her situation, she realized that it was five minutes past five. She also realized that her legs were getting a little tired. She relaxed a little and felt her pelvis descend, felt herself being spread wide by the post, and felt herself again wanting more. She allowed herself to slip down onto the post slightly, feeling herself stretch out as the cone slid inside her, feeling the post top hit home as it made contact with her cervix, and loving the intense sensation, the hard unyielding pressure at the very deepest part of her pussy. She lifted herself slightly and descended again. She looked at the clock and begged for Rob to come home. She began to perspire ever so slightly and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on. The minutes ticked by, passing though ten after five, the fifteen after five. Then just as Steph was nearing her limit, she heard the front door open. "Stephanie? Honey? I am so sorry I'm late," Rob called from the kitchen, his voice getting closer as he spoke. "I had everything closed up and was walking out the door when John caught me in the hall and needed..." As Rob turned the corner his mouth fell open in mid sentence and he was unable to continue. He simply stood for a moment in the doorway and marveled at what was before him. His beautiful lithe and tender wife stood before him, her hands clasped behind her back, her firm athletic breasts standing proud, her body glistening with a thin layer of sweat, her entire lower body wrapped for him in a glossy silken glove, her feet adorned in polished black, and all this sexuality impaled on a solid shaft wood. It took a second for Rob to come back to his senses, but when he did, he wasted no time. He stepped into the room, removed his tie and his shirt in one quick motion and knelt down in front of the object of his desire. He looked into her eyes, gazing up at her along the length of her smooth stomach and Steph knew that it was ok to let go. Rob ran his fingers up both of her nylon clad legs, grasped her firmly by the hips, and said "I love you." "I love you too," she replied. The next thing she saw was stars. Rob pressed his tongue against Stephanie's clit and worked it hard, crushing it against her pubic bone and skillfully spinning it in circles. On any other day this would have been enough, but the added pressure on her mound pressed her g-spot hard against the bedpost. Rob looked up to see the beginnings of her orgasm ripple across her abdomen. Without letting up he grabbed her hands and interlaced his fingers with hers, providing her an additional support to lean on as a massive orgasm wracked her body. A Birthday Request The rush of blood to her head and the sensations radiating from her pelvis pushed her over the edge and for the first time that day she let her self cum. The explosion of pleasure built inside her, causing her legs to buckle and her toes to curl. She held her breath and felt every muscle in her abdomen contract, bending her forward. She leaned hard on Rob's up-stretched hands as her eyes closed and she lost track of where she was. She felt the leaves of the bedpost distend her slit even further as she inadvertently dropped onto it and she felt the post top force itself deeper into back of her canal, pressing even harder on her cervix. She couldn't stand it anymore. She screamed out in ecstasy as every muscle in her pelvis tensed, making the bedpost feel that much larger and even more unyielding within her, and her pussy let go a rush of juices which poured out onto Rob and ran down her thighs. Knowing that she had been waiting to release all day, Rob kept up his attention to her clit as his wife slowly came down off her orgasmic high. Then he slowly began to lick the edges of her now distended vaginal opening waiting for Steph to remember where she was. When she finally looked him in the eye again, the look of fulfillment on her face was like nothing he had ever seen. "That was absolutely insane," she said. "I've never felt anything that intense before." "We're not done," came the reply, accompanied by the mischievous smile she had grown to love for everything it could, and usually did lead to. "Spin around." It was easier rotating on the bedpost with Rob as a helping hand but the ridges of the bedpost working against her g-spot were enough to set her juices flowing again and by the time she had raised, first one leg, then the other, and gotten them settled back on the ground again, she was in the throws of another intense orgasm. Rob took off his pants, quickly climbed up on the bed and knelt down in front of her, holding her hands for support while she rode the post for all it was worth. Just as her ecstasy hit its peak, Steph reached out and grabbed Rob's rock hard cock and thrust it into her mouth. Rob groaned as his cock plunged deep down Steph's throat and was drawn back out again. She was sucking on him like she never had before, gobbling his manhood with an abandon he had never seen. It was as if her only salvation would be found by consuming whole the man attached to this particular cock. With each stroke she sucked harder as her tongue worked the underside of his head. She had a tight grip on the base of his cock and as she felt him begin to swell in anticipation of cumming, she grabbed his balls with her free hand and worked them for all she was worth. Rob groaned in pleasure and told Steph that he was about to cum. In that moment, she thrust his cock as far down her throat as she could and shifted the hand that had gripped his shaft so tightly down between his legs and, as Rob's orgasm hit, she pressed hard against the flesh between his balls and his asshole. Rob came harder than he had in a long time, but thanks to Steph's skillful hand work, he didn't ejaculate, and best of all, he was still rock hard. Steph slid Rob's hard cock out of her mouth and looked up at him with a satisfied but tired look on her face. Having just ridden out the two strongest orgasms she had ever had, she wasn't sure what else she could handle, but the lustful look on Rob's face told her she wasn't finished yet, and her body twinged with excitement. "Are you ok? Do you want to keep going," Rob asked her in a playful tone. "Yes please... I'm ok," she panted. "You can do whatever you want to me. I'm completely yours." The thought of his hot and horny wife offering him free reign over her young, sensuous body sent Rob wild with lust. He slid himself off the bed and walked around behind his Stephanie. He dropped to his knees again and took in the sight of her beautiful pantyhose encased ass. He reached up and kneaded her cheeks before sliding his tongue between her legs to lick the backside of her distended pussy. Then he grasped the back of her pantyhose and ripped a hole. Spreading her apart, Rob buried his tongue in Steph's tight asshole. Like so much else today, it hadn't even occurred to her that this could happen, and on top of everything else, the intense pleasure of having the man she loved rimming her tight little anus was absolutely amazing. She tried to press back against his tongue but this drove the bedpost harder against her insides, milking her pussy and flooding more sweet liquid down her already soaked thighs. Rob probed further into her, tasking her sweet ass, and loosening her up. He then stood up and grabbed the bottle of lube Stephanie had left on the bed earlier. He squeezed out a hand full and lubed up his shaft. Then with a new helping of lube, he worked it into the crack of Steph's ass. It only took her a moment to realize what was about to happen, but she didn't protest. Rather quite the opposite. This had been a day of extremes and she found herself wanting to know just how much she could take. "Come on baby. I know you want it. Get that cock in my ass now!" were the only words Steph had time to say. Rob lined up the head of his cock with her asshole and pressed forward, driving his cock deep into Steph's bowels. Steph had thought she knew what full was when she had driven her self down onto the post of her own bed, but as Rob's cock thrust into her rectum, she could feel his length sliding along her insides and across the ridges of the pinecone post top still buried in her snatch. The additional pressures in her pelvis, the rapid stretching of her anal canal, Rob's cock rubbing her vagina from the inside and the knowledge that she was now sexually filled beyond anything she had ever known, was all too much for Steph and she found herself wracked by her third mind blowing orgasm. "Ugggghhh Godddd!! YES!!" she grunted as she tensed and bent forward onto the bed, her hips held rigidly in place by the bedpost within her. She thrust a hand down to her clit and began to work at it franticly while her other hand clenched down on her breast. She groaned incoherently as her orgasm subsided, but that was when Rob began thrusting. Rob had always loved the feel of his cock in Stephanie's tight asshole, but this was something completely new. He could feel the bumps and ridges of the post top as he thrust his cock deep into her ass and they stroked the underside of his cock head as he withdrew from her anus like nothing he had ever felt. He lined up again and, once again, thrust himself deep into his wife's tender anus. Each thrust sending him balls deep into the hottest ass he had ever known, then fully withdrawing to thrust once again. Soon, he wasn't able to focus long enough to withdraw completely from Steph's ass, and he began to thrust continuously, long and deep. Steph began to rock her hips back and forth on the bedpost as the rhythm of Rob's thrusts quickened, and with each thrust, the post top was either forced forward into her g-spot or backward tightening her asshole and milking Rob's cock as it slid its way in and out of her body. She could feel herself building to yet another orgasm and she knew by his pace that Rob wouldn't last much longer. The sweat had begun to pool on her back and she was getting dizzy. The fluids from her pussy flowed freely now and ran down her thighs in small curling streams. "Oh god, I'm cumming again! Fuck me harder baby! Fill my ass!" Steph screamed as she was taken by her husband. Rob responded in kind, grabbing Stephanie's arms and pulling her up slightly from the bed so her breasts barely grazed the sheets. With each thrust, Rob pulled her back toward him, pushing the bedpost harder into Steph and forcing his cock deeper into her ass. One after another the thrusts rocked Steph's body. Then in one last forceful push/pull, Rob lifted her torso off the bed so she was standing upright, thrust his cock completely into her ass, wrapped one arm across her breasts, holding her tight to him, and thrust his other hand down to her mound and rubbed her clit as hard as he could. Steph let out a scream that must have been heard for miles. Every muscle in her body spasmed in unison and if it weren't for Rob's tight grip on her, she surely would have tightened up into a ball and passed out. She felt Rob's sperm filling her rectum as he shot his load deep within her and she knew that they were now both completely satisfied. Slowly the last waves of orgasm washed over her and she began to regain control of her muscles but all Steph could do was turn her head weakly rest her head back against Rob's shoulder and whisper "I love you so much" as she lost all sense of where she was. The world was swimming before her eyes as Rob pulled his cock from her ass. She moaned with one last expression of absolute pleasure as he grasped her carefully around her torso and lifted her ever so slowly off of the bedpost, laying her carefully on the bed. He gently removed her high heels, setting them beside the bed, and pulled the covers up over her limp and exhausted body. Rob crawled into bed and spooned up behind the woman he loved. He glided his hand along her pantyhose covered legs and grazed his fingers across her hairless pubic mound, touching her clit only briefly to see her smile and twitch one more time. "I love you more than I can possibly tell you," he whispered in her ear as she began to drift off. "There is no one else in the world I would ever want to be with." "Happy Birthday sweetheart," she whispered in reply, before letting the peaceful veil of sleep take her.