0 comments/ 88658 views/ 5 favorites So Wet By: Miyelo Ina The plane landed on time and he smiled lustfully as its wheels bumped the ground. Would she be waiting at the gate like she’d promised? Or would it be a wasted trip? Well, she’d gone further than he ever thought she would initially when she’d finally consented and mailed her panties to him. Thoughtfully, she’d sent them overnight delivery so they were still damp when they arrived at his door. He’d gone in late to work that morning because he’d spend an hour in heaven. First sniffing them – her scent was marvelous. Tangy, yet with a musky undertone. And he’d tasted her. Granted, it was a much better taste when it was hot and fresh, but it was still like honey on his tongue. A raging hard-on had sprung up as he dug open the package and by the time her aroma was on his lips, his cock was dripping with opaque fluid. He used the panties to jack himself off – coming so quickly and with such force he was left lying limp on his bed. He was very careful though not to get any of his own juices on her fabric. He never wanted to have to wash them. As the aircraft taxied to a stop, he realized with a tinge of embarrassment that he was rock hard again. At least he had a bag to carry low in front of himself. He imagined he would stay this rigid until her hands or mouth relieved his pressure. Adjusting himself to a slightly more comfortable position in his jeans, he filed out with the rest of the passengers, hoping she would not disappoint him. These were things she’d never done before, she’d said. He’d felt her fear and tried to comfort her. It seemed that her desire had won out over the anxiety when she’d told him to come to her. There was a crowd at the gate waiting for arriving travelers. He paused outside the door for a moment, quickly scanning. Halfway down the group, a tiny girl – just over 5 feet tall – waved at him hesitantly. She’d not stood him up after all! He hurried to her and in his excitement, grabbed her in a warm bear hug. Her fear was still evident though because she stiffened and gasped, but she didn’t pull away. Doll-like in her size and demeanor, he found her enchanting. Golden blonde hair flowed down her back and over the curve of her ass like liquid silk. Her skin was soft and clear as china and he smelled that musky smell he’d grown to crave. “Hi,” she said softly, looking up demurely at him. Her eyes were the blue of a late summer sky. “I’m glad you came,” he said, letting one arm drop to around her waist. She started walking, leading him. “I’m so nervous,” she admitted, not meeting his eyes. “Don’t be, sweetheart,” he assured her. “You can see, I’m no monster.” She gave him a radiant smile. “Not at all,” she said. “You seem very nice.” They walked hand in hand – stopping to pick up his larger bag, then on to her car. “Are you hungry?” she asked, “Or would you rather go on to the hotel?” He leaned close to her as she pulled up to pay the parking attendant and he whispered, “Love, there’s only one thing I’m hungry for.” He kissed her neck softly. She shivered pleasantly. “Alright. We’ll go to the hotel.” It wasn’t very far – no more than a ten minute drive. And after another ten minutes, they were in their room. He shut the door behind them and dropped his bags. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he breathed, coming up close to take her in his arms. This time, she went willingly – sliding her small arms up around his neck. She looked up at him hopefully, still afraid but wanting to trust him to guide her. “Did you do as I asked?” he questioned. She nodded. He’d told her to drink as much water and juice during the day as she could and to go to the bathroom as little as possible. He rewarded her with a quick kiss on the forehead. “Good girl. So did I.” There was still uncertainty in her eyes. What he had planned for them had always been strictly taboo to her. Hugging her tightly, he put his mouth against her ear and whispered, “It’s alright. Everything will be perfect. I’ve wanted to be able to touch you for a long time. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” He pressed his lips firmly against hers, pleasantly surprised to find her waiting for that expectantly. The kiss grew more passionate, their tongues intertwined and danced as they tasted each other. He let his hands roam over her body, cupping her breasts, caressing a soft cheek, squeezing her firm, round ass. She moaned lightly as her pleasure grew. Her hand brushed against the bulging crotch of his jeans. Her made the first move by pushing the strap of her dress down her shoulder and sliding his lips down to kiss the hollow of her neck. She leaned her head back to give him better access. “I want you,” he said. “I want you now!” Unable to control his passion any longer, he roughly began to undress her. She didn’t try to resist him – on the contrary, her fingers moved quickly to unbutton his shirt and slide it down his arms. Only a moment passed before she stood naked before him. Her body was slight and pale but magnificent in its proportions. High, firm breasts with small rosy nipples just begging to be sucked. So he obliged them, bending her backwards with an arm supporting her in the small of her back. Carefully he edged them towards the bed and laid her gently down. He continued to nuzzle her breasts, sucking, nipping one tenderly with his teeth while tugging lightly on the other. Her ass was just at the edge of the bed and he stood between her legs while he removed the remainder of his own clothing. She looked lovely and vulnerable lying there before him. Her lower lips were clean-shaven, soft and puffy with moisture glistening between them. “I’m going to taste you now,” he said, kneeling between her knees and lifting her legs up above his shoulders. He kissed her flat belly, licked her belly button, then trailed down towards her mound with his tongue. The scent was glorious! It was even familiar to him already. He wanted to savor it but couldn’t restrain himself. His tongue licked the soft, swollen outer lips and it gently teased its way inside the slit. She was so wet and the taste was ambrosia on his probing tongue. Her clit was hard and peeking out at him, almost asking for more of his attention. Again, he would not disappoint her. He made his tongue hard and licked the clit until he heard her breath quicken. For a few more moments, he kept flicking the hard little pearl until she was squirming under his touch. “Now!” he told her. “Let it go now! I want all these tastes together!’ She could’ve almost cum when he said that but she knew what he wanted. Her mind was so lost in her growing need for release that she had to concentrate on giving him what he wanted. Her bladder was full and also aching for its own release. His tongue was hot and licking fiercely over her whole pussy, even sometimes sliding down towards her ass. He was so good at this that she wanted to return his gift. “Now!” he prompted. “Let me taste you, honey!” Fighting every natural instinct in herself that she’d learned as a toddler, she relaxed and felt the hot liquid begin to pour out of her. “Yes!” he murmured, “Oh, yes!” He kept licking – lapping now – at the amber juice. The more she peed, the harder he sucked it up and as she gave him his desire, she felt her orgasm hit in an overwhelming spasm. She cried out as the muscle contractions stopped and restarted the flow of urine. His tongue never let up until she was empty and had collapsed, trying hard to catch her breath. The sensation she’d felt was incredible! There was nothing she’d known to compare it to. But she knew she wanted it again and again. He came up on the bed beside her and kissed her. The strangest taste was on his mouth and she was amazed that it wasn’t disgusting, as she’d expected. “It’s your turn now,” she said, showing aggression for the first time. “What would you like?” “However you want it,” he said. “Would you like me to do the same for you?” “Mmmm….” she hesitated. “I don’t think I can drink it.” He smiled, understanding. “But you want to feel it?” Her smile gave away her answer. “Them you come and kneel in front of me,” he told her. She obeyed him almost eagerly. He sat up on the edge of the bed and she knelt primly before him. “Suck on me,” he told her. “Then I’ll pull out of your mouth.” She nodded and leaned close to him. Her mouth was so hot and as wet as her pretty pussy. She licked him until he was wet all the way up his shaft, then slid her lips down the length of him, taking him all inside. He could feel her breath in his pubic hair against his skin. “Oh, yes!” he whispered, resting his hand lightly on her hair, stroking it. “You do this well.” Without pulling him out of her mouth, she tilted her eyes up to smile at him. “Now,” he breathed, and quickly pulled himself away from her. “Close your eyes and tilt your face up, darling.” Again, she obeyed without question. With one hand still on her head, he used the other to direct the tip of his cock towards her face. He’d had three sodas on the flight over and his need for relief was also strong. His bladder let go and the warm pee splashed on her face. She gasped in surprise and nearly got an unwanted mouthful. However, she avoided that and just let it splatter on her skin like a shower. Only later did he find out how much that had excited her. She’d had another orgasm right on the spot. When he was finished, her hair was wet and the stuff dripped off her chin. Quickly, he leaned over and kissed her again, licking up all the excess he could from her face. Without stopping the kiss, he leaned over her and pushed her back onto the thick carpet. Beneath their legs the floor was damp and warm with their mixed fluids. She lay out flat and he spread himself over her. His hard cock pressed against her still-puffy labia. Her legs spread for him and he maneuvered the head of his dick to her tight opening. With his eyes, he questioned her to make sure this was what she wanted. She answered with only a nod, her hands moving softly on his bare shoulders. In one long, slow thrust, he was inside her, then beginning to pump faster and faster. Her nails dug into his flesh but that pain only intensified his pleasure. The piss had excited him so much that he couldn’t hold off long at all. “Cum with me!” he urged, pumping her harder. He kissed her roughly while pounding deeply into her. Her breath was ragged now. She pulled away from his kiss in order to get more oxygen. “Yes!” she said. “Now!” “Ahhh!” he cried, feeling himself reach the edge and tumble mindlessly over, giving himself up completely to the thundering climax. He felt her contracting tightly around his cock as her own orgasm shook her again. Later, they lay naked in bed, showered, clean and worn out. She was in the crook of his arm, almost dozing. “You’ll be here all weekend?” she confirmed. “That was the plan,” he answered. “Is that okay?” She giggled sweetly. “That’s wonderful!” So Wet Thanks as always to the guys and gals who sent feedback and comments! Kind words and suggestions are always welcome. Filthy, naughty words are welcome too ;) Touch yourself as you listen to me play with my wet little pussy. xo Bliss Oh and ladies...it really gets me off to know that I turn you on too. I know my audios tend to be directed to the guys but I'll be making one just for you soon. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (11.5 min/mp3) * * * * * So What "You can't do this to me!" I cry, pulling as hard as I can against the heavy leather restraints. I put my whole body into the effort, yanking hard enough to make my shoulder ache with the strain, but there's absolutely no give anywhere. The woman in red looks down at me with an expression of mild amusement. "Why not?" she asks. She reaches down and cups my vulva possessively. I try to shake her hand off, but the strap at my waist makes it impossible to do much more than wriggle. The way she looks down at me makes me suspect that she likes watching me wriggle, so I stop. I'm not giving this bitch any satisfaction. "Because..." I rack my brains, trying to think of something that will convince her to let me go. I don't think there's any other way I'm getting out of this; I've been trying to get out of these straps ever since I woke up, and it's not happening. She hasn't gagged me, and I've yelled as loud as I could--and anyone who's ever heard me sing knows that's pretty fucking loud. Wherever we are, it's someplace where no-one's going to hear me scream. I'm trying not to get freaked out about that. "Because?" She smirks, and I want to punch her even harder because she's imitating the smirk I do in my videos. She caresses my cheek with her other hand, and I try to flinch away but I can't move my head even a little. There's something on it, like a helmet or something, and it holds my head completely and totally still. I can't even wiggle it like I can the rest of my body. I just thank fucking God I can still feel my hair under there. Bad enough that I'd get shit about imitating that bitch Britney if I showed back up with my head shaved, but how could I tour without my trademark? 'Bald' doesn't cut it as a stage name. "Because someone's going to notice I'm gone," I say. I try to put as much confidence as I can into the words, but I don't remember last night well enough to be sure about that. I think I might have ditched my posse at some point; I remember meeting this cool chick at one of the clubs we visited, and she had these awesome little pink pills that she told me were totally safe because they were herbal, and she said I had to try one because come on, they were pink like me, right? And then things kind of get fuzzy, but I remember her telling me that my posse was just a bunch of suck-ups and losers who wanted to hang out with me for the free drinks and shit, and we should totally duck out and stick them with the bill because it would be so fucking funny to watch them squirm and-- "So what?" the woman in red says, breaking into my train of thought. I realize all of a sudden that she's the chick from last night. "It's been in all the tabloids for about two weeks that you started drinking again, and everyone saw you getting wasted and popping pills last night. They're just going to think you wound up in a hotel room somewhere drunk and stoned." "But they're still going to look for me," I reply. I'm not sure whether I'm scared now or pissed off or a little of both. Or maybe a lot of both. "My manager's going to know when I don't show up for the recording session, and he's going to call the police." "So what?" she says again. I feel her hand adjusting the weird helmet thing on my head, tightening it so it's pressed almost painfully tight against my scalp. "They can't file a missing persons complaint for twenty-four hours, and by then, you'll have shown back up." "I will?" I squeak out. I feel a knot of fear that was almost too big to acknowledge unclenching itself in my gut. I hadn't realized until she said that just how sure I was that she was some sort of a crazy stalker fan. That she was going to kill me. I start shaking as all the tension unwinds itself in my body. "Oh, sure," the woman in red says. She lets go of my pussy and walks over to a big bank of controls sitting across from me. "With a few little adjustments to your mind, of course. That's what the helmet is for, in case you were wondering." She turns back to me and smiles sweetly. "That's what all this is for, actually." "Adjustments?" I don't like the sound of that. I start struggling again, hoping that maybe everything else I've done has loosened something up a little, or at least that I can dislodge the helmet. The woman in red flips a few switches. Suddenly, I taste copper in my mouth. "Attitude adjustments. I think you're badly in need of them, from your music. You're such a little rebel, aren't you?" She laughs a little, but it's not a nice laugh. It's cold, like she's heard of the idea of humor but hasn't ever tried it herself. "You're so rebellious that you don't even know what you're rebelling against. No, I think you need a little direction in your life. A little guidance. Perhaps if you wanted to be my good little pussyslave, then everything else would sort itself out for you." "I...you can't." My voice sounds quiet in my ears, like I'm too terrified to get the words out at normal volume. All of this seems so crazy, but she sounds so fucking sure of herself that it's making me believe she can really do what she says she can. "You can't do this to me, you can't--" "You said that before." She turns a tiny dial, and I suddenly feel fingers running down my back. As she adjusts the knob a little bit to the left, then to the right, the fingers move a little bit to either side of my spine before finally hitting dead center. "You still haven't given me a good reason why." "Because...because it's impossible," I say, hoping I sound more sure than I am. "I don't believe you can really brainwash me with some weird helmet into wanting to lick your pussy." She turns and looks at me, and I know she knows I'm lying. I can see it in her eyes. There's no hesitation there at all, no uncertainty. She's completely sure this is going to work, as sure as if she's already done it to someone, and she knows I know it too. Hell, maybe she has done it to someone before. "So what?" she says. "You don't know the first thing about the helmet works, and you probably wouldn't understand it even after I explained it to you. Your opinion really doesn't matter. It's going to brainwash you whether you believe it or not." I can hear her rolling the word 'brainwash' over her tongue. She's getting off on this, I can tell. "But...but it's illegal or something!" She raises an eyebrow at me. "I mean, maybe not the brainwashing, but the kidnapping is!" "So what?" she says again. I'm really starting to get fucking sick of fucking hearing that, especially since I know she's just saying it to get on my fucking nerves. "You're not going to press charges, not once you're my devoted and obedient cuntslut. In fact, you'll happily lie about the whole thing to protect me." "But...but..." She reaches over and presses a button, and I feel a tingle of pleasure in my nipples. I glance down, and see that they're stiffening as I watch. Even without anyone touching them, they stand straight up like someone's rolling them between their fingers. "But I'm a celebrity!" I cry out. "Someone's going to notice!" "So what?" she says. God, do I want to cram those fucking words down her fucking throat. "All that means is that you and I will wind up on a few magazine covers and you'll do some interviews where you talk about how all the problems you and your soon-to-be-once-again-ex-husband had were because you were in denial about your sexuality and how you're much happier now, and you'll probably sell an extra million of your next album because of all your new lesbian fans. It probably won't even surprise some people. Let's face it, that hairstyle just screams 'butch'." She flips another few switches, and I get this weird sort of pins-and-needles sensation inside my head. It doesn't hurt, though. It feels good, like that rush you get sometimes from getting a tattoo. I feel my pussy getting wet, and I'm pretty sure that I don't have long before this helmet thing does whatever it's going to do. "Please, I...I don't want this!" I cry out plaintively. "I don't want to be brainwashed!" She turns and grins savagely at me. "So. What?" she says, each word delivered with venomous anger. "You will when I'm done. You will thank me...well, once your tongue stops being busy, you will. You won't need drugs or alcohol to make yourself function anymore; your only addiction will be me. You won't fuck up your life anymore or sabotage your relationships, because you'll be completely owned, totally mine, and you will see for yourself how good that is. What you want now--what the pathetic, messed up, useless version of you wants--isn't important." She turns another dial all the way up, and everything goes blurry. I can't focus my eyes anymore. I can't focus my thoughts, either. All I can think about is how amazingly horny I am all of a sudden. It's like I haven't been fucked in years. My hand reaches down for my pussy before I even realize what I'm doing, and it's only when the restraints stop it that I notice that I'm trying to masturbate. "Please," I whisper, not even sure if she hears me over the growing electrical hum. "Please, you can't, this is wrong..." "So what?" I want to hate her for throwing my own words back at me again and again and again, but she starts to pull a lever and I can feel all the anger slipping away to be replaced by desire. I find myself wondering what she tastes like. "Is it really any more wrong than selling an album where you tell all your fans that no matter how sucky your personal life is, you're still richer than they'll ever be because they just spent their hard-earned money buying an album where a self-centered millionaire rock star tells them how rich she is? I don't think so." She pulls the lever the rest of the way down. I don't know if she says anything more after that. The world goes white, and every nerve in my body lights up with pleasure until it's like I'm stuck in the middle of the longest orgasm I ever had. I try to hold onto myself, but I don't even remember what 'myself' is or what it means; it's a fight I lose before I even begin. Every time I try to cling to some certainty, something that I know is really me, deep down, I realize that what I'm clinging to is my need to be owned by the woman in red. That's the only thing I'm sure of anymore, and the endless pleasure that ripples through me in waves reminds me how fucking wonderful that really is. I'm hers. I belong to her, I'm her cuntslut, her pussyslave, her horny obedient bitch and I can't imagine how I've ever gotten through life without that... Eventually, it all gets to be too much, and I pass out. When I finally come to, she's standing next to the table, looking down at me. She's not wearing red anymore. She's not wearing anything. My whole body quivers with lust; I've never seen anything hotter in my life than her naked body. I try to reach out to her, but I'm still in the restraints, so I settle for begging. "Please, Mistress," I whimper, "please let me lick your pussy please let me tongue-fuck your snatch please let me pleasure your perfect cunt please Mistress please Mistress please--" She puts a finger to my lips to silence me. I try to suck it, but she pulls it away again. "You know I made you like this, don't you?" she says as she climbs onto the table. She kneels over my head, her musky slit just a few tantalizing inches away from my mouth. "You know I brainwashed you, pet?" I smile. I know what she wants to hear, and that makes me want to say it more than anything else in the world. "So what?" I purr, just before she settles down onto my face and I stop being able to say anything for a while. THE END So...What Did You Think? John is sitting on the couch lost in silent thought when his wife Emily comes down the stairs drying her hair with a towel. She walks over to the couch and plops herself down next to her husband. "We didn't get a chance to talk upstairs; you kind of took off before I got in the shower. So, now that it's over, what did you think?" Emily asked. "I don't...I don't know." John said. John was sitting on the couch hunched over looking at the ground. His wife Emily was sitting beside him rubbing his back lovingly. "You didn't like it did you? No...you didn't. If you'd liked it you would have been all over me as soon as Steve left despite saying that you wouldn't. What was so bad about it?" Emily asked. "Can we...can we not talk about this right now?" John asked. "Sweetheart I want a truthful answer not one that you've had time to think through. I want to know what you really think about it and how you really feel." Emily said. "Okay fine. I hated every bit of it. From the moment he walked in the door I hated him and I hated what was going on." John said. "Why did you hate Steve the moment you saw him? I don't understand." Emily said. "No, of course you don't. It wasn't so much Steve; it was you that I hated at first. I hated the way your eyes lit up; the way your cheeks flushed red. I hated that I saw an excitement in you at just meeting him that I've only rarely seen in you for me." John said. Emily hung her head. "Oh. I had no idea that I looked that excited. I hope you understand that my excitement was because of the situation. The whole thing had been more than 3 months in the works from the time I met Steve online until he finally came over today. That's a long time to think about something and get excited by it. When he finally arrived I was very excited. You might not see me that excited frequently, but I'm excited every day just by being near you." Emily said. Emily took John's hand in both of hers. John knew that his wife was trying to ease his mind, but it wasn't helping. "So you hated Steve because of how excited I was to meet him?" Emily asked. "That's the first reason I hated him." John said. "What else did you hate him for?" Emily asked. "When you opened the door and let him in he introduced himself to you, he shot a smug smile in my direction, and then he grabbed you and kissed you. He didn't even have the decency to introduce himself to me before he started in on you." John said. Emily nodded slightly. "That wasn't very polite of him. I can understand why you'd be upset by that." Emily said. "Yeah...I consented to him coming into our home for this and he didn't even introduce himself or shake my hand, or thank me for allowing it to happen...nothing. It was very disrespectful for him to come into our home and just start kissing you like I wasn't even here." John said. "I guess I deserve some of the blame for that as well. I didn't turn and introduce you like I should have. I'm sorry." Emily said. "Within the first minute that he was in this house I had seen you excited to a level that made me uncomfortable and I was disrespected by the man that I had allowed to enter our home. I came this close to stopping things right then and there." John said. He holds his hand up to show a short distance with his thumb and forefinger. Emily seems surprised. "You were really that close to stopping it?" Emily asked. "You bet your ass I was. I had known that you were going to be excited about it...you wouldn't have wanted to do it if it didn't excite you. I was prepared to see you getting excited, but seeing you get that excited for someone else made me uncomfortable...I didn't like it one bit. Then the guy disrespected me by not introducing himself and barely even acknowledging my presence before he started kissing you. I came within an eyelash of throwing up my hands and saying that it was over and throwing his ass out of the house." John said. Emily could see that John was highly agitated so she began rubbing his back again. "John, if it bothered you that much then why didn't you stop it right then?" Emily asked. "Because I'd agreed to let you try it. I didn't want to go back on my word...though I came very close. I knew the first few minutes would be difficult for me, but I figured that things would get easier as they went along...they didn't." John said. "What do you mean?" Emily asked. "After you'd kissed in the front hall for a minute or so you went into the living room. You sat together on the couch and started kissing and touching each other....right in front of the picture window. The curtains were open Emily...I just hope that nobody saw the two of you before I was able to scramble over to shut the curtains." John said. Emily's eyes went wide in shock. "Oh my god...I didn't even think of that. Anybody that happened to look through the window before you closed the curtains could have seen me and Steve on the couch. Oh god...I'm sorry John...I hope nobody saw us." Emily said. "Yeah...me too. When I looked back to the couch from the window I saw him groping your chest. I knew that was probably going to be happening, but I didn't like it. I especially didn't like it that you didn't push his hand away. You've been batting my hand away quite frequently when I try to feel you up while we're making out." John said. Emily looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry John. I know I don't like you to do that when we're just making out, and I didn't like Steve doing it either. I let him do it because it was just a part of the overall experience and I wanted to be open to the whole thing. He wasn't doing it for very long." Emily said. "No...you're right, he didn't. He moved his hand down between your legs and you parted them quite easily for him...much more easily than you do for me. I suppose that was just another case of being open to the whole experience...but I didn't like that you were doing something else so willingly for him that you don't do as willingly for me...your husband." John said. A tear rolled down Emily's cheek. "I'm sorry John. I didn't even realize. You must think I'm horrible." Emily said. "No...I don't think you're horrible sweetheart. I'm just not very happy with some of the things that you did, the ways that you did them, and the way that you reacted to some things today with Steve." John said. "I guess I can understand that. I wasn't even aware that I was doing some of the things that I was doing." Emily said. "I came damn close to putting an end to it for a second time when you made your way to the guest room. By the way, thank you for not taking him into our bedroom." John said. "I could never do that. Our bedroom and our bed are just for us...nobody else. What happened that made you think about stopping it the second time?" Emily asked. "I was following behind you and when you led Steve into the guest room he slammed the door in my face and I heard it lock. If you hadn't opened that door right away like you did I'd have kicked the door down and put a stop to it." John said. "I knew when I heard the door close and saw that you weren't in the room that I had to open the door. Our agreement was that you would be there the whole time to watch." Emily said. "Given our agreement, when Steve slammed the door in my face he once again disrespected me. If someone disrespects me twice in my own home under normal circumstances I would throw them out. Steve was very lucky that you opened that door when you did." John said. "I'm sorry that he disrespected you like that John." Emily said. "Yeah...I know. The next thing I didn't like was the way he bit your nipples and the way you let him do it. You've given me a black eye when I tried to do that once. I suppose that was just more of you giving yourself fully to the experience." John said. "Yes. John...it's clear that I allowed Steve to do a lot of things that I don't often allow you to do, but I hope that you understand that what happened with Steve was a purely sexual experience. What you and I have goes far beyond simple sex...we make love." Emily said. "Yeah, I know...but I still didn't like seeing you let him do things that you don't let me do very often." John said. Emily frowned. "I'm sorry John...I really am." Emily said. "Yeah...I know. It didn't seem that you were that upset by it, but Steve only went down on you for a few minutes. You never even came close to having an orgasm even though it was obvious that you were incredibly turned on. I always make sure that you have an orgasm before I move my face from between your legs. If it was supposed to be a full sexual experience then he short changed you on that, which didn't make me very happy." John said. "I didn't have an orgasm because he was not even close to having your talent. He was all over the place...like he either didn't know what he was doing or was in such a hurry to move things along that he wasn't concerned with doing a good job. I must say that I was pretty disappointed by that as well." Emily said. "I suppose that it was just more of taking in the experience as you kissed your way all over his body as you undressed him, but it wasn't easy to watch you give him that kind of attention when never...not even once...have you done anything like that to me." John said. "Again...I'm sorry John." Emily said. "When you got his pants and boxers down and saw the size of his cock for the first time it was a bit depressing to see your eyes light up like they did. I mean I know he was big...that was the point, but did you have to look at it like that? In that first minute as you looked at it as it grew hard right in front of your face it appeared as if you loved his cock more than anything in the world." John said. "Of course that isn't true John...you should know better than that. Yes I was amazed at its size and girth. I suppose I probably did look at it in a way that made you uncomfortable, but at the time I was experiencing a mixture of extreme awe and raw fear." Emily said. "Fear?" John asked. "Yes fear. The whole idea behind this was to find a guy with a really big cock, but when I actually saw it up close like that I was afraid. I have had a hard time getting your 9 inch long super thick cock in my mouth, sometimes it feels too big for my pussy, and you know how tight it feels in my ass. When I saw Steve's cock which had to be what...13 inches or so and even thicker than yours...it scared me. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get any of it in my mouth or in my pussy, and if I did I was afraid that it might hurt me. I knew right away that I wasn't letting Steve put his cock in my ass...no way." Emily said. "I didn't have any problem while you were on your knees sucking and stroking his cock...we do that all the time. I did have a problem with you letting him cum in your mouth. You let me do that, but you never look up at me as happily as you looked up at Steve. You only rarely continue to stroke and lick my cock after I've finished, but you did with Steve." John said. "I know John...all I can say is what I've said this whole time...I was giving myself to the experience." Emily said. "Well why don't you give yourself to the experience like that when we're together?" John asked with a lot of frustration, a little sadness, and a little anger in his voice. Emily was surprised and frightened by John's tone and saddened by his words. "I don't know John. I used to...I guess maybe after being together for this long I've just slacked off in my effort. I'm sorry." Emily said. "I'm sorry I snapped at you Emily. It was just so damn hard seeing you so excited and enthusiastic for Steve when I haven't seen you like that for me in a long time." John said. "I'm so sorry John...I'll make it better...you'll see. So what did you...what did you think...when Steve...when he...?" Emily asked. "When he laid you back on the edge of the bed and moved between your legs?" John asked. "Yes." Emily said. "Well I must say that I was nervous...and a bit excited." John said. "You were excited?" Emily asked. "A little. I'm not sure why. I guess it was because it had been so long since the whole thing started. You'd had time to think about it and get excited...I had time to think about it too. Everything that had been done over the previous weeks and everything that had happened since Steve walked through the front door had been leading up to that moment. He wasn't here to kiss you. He wasn't here to go down on you. He wasn't here so you could suck his cock. Those were the prelude to what he was here for. He was here to fuck you. As you lay there on the edge of the bed with your legs spread wide with Steve holding his cock I knew that the moment had arrived. I did find it a little bit exciting." John said. "So you didn't think about stopping it right then? Before things went to that next level?" Emily asked. "No...I knew that Steve was here to fuck you. I've made no secret about not being 100% behind the idea, but I had agreed to it and had accepted that it was going to happen. I did almost step in at that moment though." John said. "If you weren't going to stop it why would you step in at that moment?" Emily asked. "I thought about going back on our agreement and insisting that he wear a condom." John said. Emily looked at John and frowned. "Are you upset now that I took him bareback?" Emily asked. "No...I don't know...maybe a little. I mean you should be safe...you're on birth control, but what if you somehow end up pregnant? What if he had some STD that he's now given you? It's not so much that I'm upset with you, I'm concerned about what could happen in the next few weeks and months if your birth control didn't work or if he gave you some STD." John said. "Yes...I'm a little bit concerned about that myself now that it's over." Emily said. "So anyway I was a little excited when he first rubbed his cock up and down your pussy lips and then pushed the head into you. Then I almost had to kill him." John said. "Why?" Emily asked. "While you had your eyes closed moaning with pleasure he looked over at me and smiled. It wasn't a happy or pleasurable smile. It was an evil smile. The kind that said 'Hey man I'm fucking your wife'. I knew that's what he was there to do, but it seemed like he was trying to rub it in my face. So for the 3rd time he disrespected me." John said. "Oh god...he really did that?" Emily asked. "Yes he did. Things were fine for a while as he fucked you that first time. I mean yeah there was the tightness in my chest just like I thought there would be as I watched another man fuck my wife, but he wasn't doing anything but fuck you and your moaning and panting might have been a little louder and more pronounced than it is with me, but that was fine. The next thing that I didn't like was when he buried his cock as deep as it would go and shot his cum into you." John said. "What was it that you didn't like about that?" Emily asked. "I've already told you my concerns about him not wearing a condom, but he also said something like 'you love black cum inside you don't you bitch?' and you cooed and said yes. Nobody calls my wife a bitch so that pissed me off, but I was also pissed at you. I know that you were in your post orgasmic euphoria, but did you have to say that you loved having his cum inside you?" John asked. Emily's eyes filled with tears. "I should never have said that. I regretted it as soon as I said it. I had hoped that I'd said it soft enough that you didn't hear me." Emily said. "Well I did hear you, and I didn't like it." John said. "I'm sorry." Emily said. John took her hand and squeezed it. "I know. The next thing I didn't like was when he was fucking you the second time. Several times he pulled his cock out all the way to the head and then quickly slammed it in to its maximum depth. You moaned, panted, and said that it felt incredible. I've done that a few times and you asked me to stop doing it. Yet another thing that you willingly did for him that you haven't done for me willingly in quite a while." John said. "I'm sorry John." Emily said. "The third time he fucked you he was fucking you from behind doggie style. He pulled on your hair, groped your breasts, and smacked your ass...again things that you've asked me not to do any more. The fourth time he fucked you while he was sitting up and you were facing him I saw him biting your nipples...again." John said. Emily just hangs her head and sobs. "The fifth time...when he was on his back and you were facing away from him and riding him...he stuck his finger in your ass, which you won't let me do when my cock is in your pussy...and he looked at me and gave me another smug assed smile." John said. Emily is crying too much to speak. "After the fifth time he had you lay on your side and stroke his cock while he fingered your asshole. We've had anal sex, but you've never just let me finger your asshole like that...even though I have asked if I could. You licked and sucked his balls while you stroked his cock...you've licked and sucked my balls like that maybe 5 or 6 times since we've been together...and only on very special occasions, but yet again you did it for him willingly. He fucked you the 6th time on your side and I could see him really twisting and pulling on your nipples. I could see the pain on your face, but you did not bat his hand away, you did not ask him to stop...you just let him do it." John said. "I know...I'm sorry." Emily said. "He had you get on your knees to give him another blowjob and half way through he pulled his cock out of your mouth and smacked you in the face with it several times. He smacked your nipples with it, he tried to stick it up your nose, he even poked you in they eye with it before putting it back in your mouth. I tapped you on the cheek with mine once and you wouldn't suck my dick for a month, but he smacked you around with his and you simply took him back in you mouth." John said. "I didn't like it...but..." Emily said. "Yeah, I know...giving yourself to the experience. Whatever. When he finished he came on your face...I've never done that...you always told me that it was gross and disgusting and that you'd never do that. Well you did it for him. Then he immediately went to fucking you for the 7th time. It was hard and fast and he was rough with you which I didn't like, but at least it was done quickly. Then he flipped you over onto your hands and knees and fucked you for the 8th and final time. He took his time, but he also did things that I didn't like. He smacked your ass several times, and he put his right thumb in your ass. I'll give him this he didn't just get up and leave once he was done, but he didn't talk to you, he didn't hold you even as you cuddled up to him...he just laid there smug and satisfied with himself. He smiled at me again when he was laying there. Finally he got up, took a shower, got dressed and left. He didn't say anything to you...he didn't thank you for the good time...he didn't ask you what you had thought of it...he never said one word to me the whole time that he was here and that's just disrespectful. The best part of the whole day for me was to hear the front door close because it meant that he was gone." John said. Emily wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up into John's sad face. She now knew just what she had put him through earlier that day. "You hated it that much and you still let it all happen?" Emily asked. "Yes...I did. We talked about it...I agreed to let you try it...you made the arrangements to have Steve come over...and you never said no so yes...I let it happen despite what it was doing to me to sit there watching it. I let it happen because it's what you said you wanted." John said. So...What Did You Think? "Oh sweetheart...I had no idea that it was that bad for you. I looked over at you several times and your face was blank...like you didn't care. It showed no emotion positive or negative. If I had known just how unpleasant it was for you I wouldn't have let it go on that long. I would never have done it with Steve 8 times if I had known. I'm so sorry." Emily said. "Yeah...I know. I just hope that now that you know how I feel about it that you won't want to do it anymore." John said. "Of course not sweetie. I told you from the very beginning that if it were to happen you would have to be there too. I could never do anything like that without you there. I wasn't even sure whether I wanted to do it more than once. It was just kind of a test to see what it was like. It was fun, but now that I know what it did to you I could never do it again." Emily said. "Are you sure? Are you sure that you can go without all of the pleasure that Steve gave you?" John asked. Emily frowned. "John...I am sorry that I let Steve do things that I either haven't let you do in a long time or have been reluctant to let you do at all. From now on I'm going to be completely open to you. If you want to put your big toe in my ass go right ahead and do it and I'll smile and tell you how great it feels. I love you John and I want you to be happy with me sexually. I can't even describe how much it means to me that you agreed to let me try it in the first place, but to sit there enduring all of that...to sit there and not say anything just so I could enjoy my time with Steve...that's real love right there. I don't know if I'm worthy of that kind of love, but I plan to show you how grateful I am that you let me do it and how sorry I am for everything that you had to endure. I think I should get started right now." Emily said. She moved her hand to John's crotch. He grabbed her hand. "No...it's going to be a while before I can. At least a week." John said. "You mean you can't...it's..." Emily asked. "No...it's perfectly functional. It's just...seeing you with him...and it was just this morning. I think you need to take a shower." John said. "I just got out of the shower." Emily said. "Take another one...maybe a bath too. I need to believe that you've cleaned him off of you...and out of you...entirely." John said. Emily looked at John. "Okay John. I'll go and scrub myself raw if that's what it takes. When you're ready I'll be here." Emily said. Emily goes to the master bathroom and gets undressed. When she takes off her panties she sees some cum in them. "Oh god...he was right. I thought I got all of that out of there." Emily said. Emily suddenly feels dirty so she gets in the shower and scrubs herself from head to toe doing her very best to flush any remaining cum out of her pussy. Over the next 11 days Emily showers every morning, every night when she gets home from work, and for an hour right before going to bed. Twelve days after she was with Steve, Kelly comes into the bedroom after her hour long shower. She walks over to her dresser to get something to put on to wear to bed. She's digging around in one of the drawers. "You don't need anything to wear...it will just be in the way." John said. Emily looks over at John on the bed. "So you're ready?" Emily asked. "Yes...I'm ready." John said. Emily runs over and jumps on the bed, pins John to the bed, and starts kissing him. She starts by kissing his mouth then moves on to kissing down his neck and body. "God I love you." Emily said. "I love you too." John said. So What Do You Miss? "Ok, so what does your husband not do now that you've had a kid?" MaryAnn asked the group. "Or wife of course." I was used to just being another face. I would get together with the group of moms after dropping off out kids at school, and very quickly learned not to edit what they talked about. We would hang out at someone's house, and get on with the day after a few hours. It was the life that working freelance afforded me. Anne walked back into the room ad jumped right into the conversation. "Well I have to ask him six times to take out the garbage." "No Anne, in bed, in bed, you know sex." Mary Ann clarified for her. "Like I said, I have to ask six times for him to screw me." And Ann grinned as the rest of us laughed. Should we really be talking about this in front of him." Sarina said as she pointed to me. And with a knowing grin I said, "Well that hasn't stopped any of you before. I promise my lips are sealed." "Your right, why edit now. Well, we used to fuck all over the house. You named it we had sex on, in or under it. Now it's just the bed. Every time! It's driving me nuts," Sarina said, frustration in her voice. "With me, it's he comes, I come, and good night. Same damn thing every time. I mean he does at least make sure I have an orgasm, but Christ..." MaryAnn said. I have say, nothing usually throws me with these women, but this was getting a bit uncomfortable. Especially trying to hide what was growing in my pants. What about you, what does the male in the group have to say?" MaryAnn fired at me. "I would have to say that that its oral sex. We..." "Aaaah poor baby doesn't get a blowjob!" MaryAnn said with a chuckle. "Well if you let me finish MaryAnn " I shot back "I love to eat pussy." I blurted out without thinking much. But I caught MaryAnn flatfooted. And the room got a bit quiet. Then MaryAnn smiled and started laugh. And the rest of the three women fell out laughing. "Hey what about you April?" Ann said after the laughing had died a bit. "What does your man not do for you anymore?" April was absolutely the quietest and most reserved of the group. As a group they were all rather attractive. It was filled with blondes and brunettes, MaryAnn had the largest tits, Anne the smallest and Sabrina had the best ass. April had a beautiful air about her, like she didn't know what a beauty she was. And how much the rest of them envied her. April's pale face blushed as she tried to think of an answer. She knew not answering was not an option. "Um...well, I don't know.... I guess maybe he falls asleep too quickly afterwards." April said meekly. "Is that it! Kind of sheepish answer there April." Sabrina said while giving her a big hug. They all knew not to push April too hard and we all just went on with the conversation. The topic diverged into a more mundane subject and I didn't have to hide my erection anymore, and our little gathering broke up the day. As I said my goodbyes April asked if we could walk together, she said she had to stop at the deli or something, and she was going the same way. We were a block and a half away and April kid of half mumbled, whispered at the ground, "Um, so, I have the same problem you do." "April what did you say?" and I noticed her face was beginning to grow flush again. So I listened a bit harder. I didn't want to miss anything that was bringing the blood to her face. "Yeah, you know what we were talking about at MaryAnn's. I just didn't have the nerve to say anything... you know. I get a little flustered, around them, and I miss the same thing you do, you know...what you were talking about with the others." And her cheeks were now a deep crimson. I understood what she was saying, but not where April was going with this, and all I could muster was, "Oh I see...so you and, don't..." and luckily she cut me off. "So yeah we don't," and she chuckled at saying it. "go -down- on each other anymore. God, I miss it. Really." And her voice began to deepen, where for April, it began to sound almost musky with excitement. And she slowed her walk, "So I was thinking we could...maybe help each other." And she stopped and looked right into my eyes with a look I didn't think she had in her. "And solve the little problem we seem to have?" I looked at her not quite knowing what was happening, and the silence must have seemed too long while I was processing it all. So she blurted out, as if to answer a question she thought I had. "Just sucking! We won't fuck or anything." I don't think I ever heard April say fuck before. And she leaned over, and I could smell the excitement on her, and she whispered in my ear. "I just need a cock my mouth, I love it so much. And I want to feel a tongue in my..." And she stopped as if she felt her self become suddenly bashful. Before she pulled away with a giggle she lightly placed her hand on my now hard cock. "I'll call your cell phone later to day with the plan, if I don't chicken out." She said as she turned and headed in the opposite direction. "Don't answer it if you see it's me, just let me leave a message." "April," I thought I needed to say something "Don't chicken out." And turned and smiled and was on her way. Now I've never cheated on my wife, and I can't imagine April had ever cheated. And it was weighing pretty heavily on me. But I guess not heavy enough. I got the phone call not 20 minutes later. I let it go to voice mail as instructed. Then called right away. "Meet me at 246 Bowen St., second bell, at twelve. It's a friends place. Don't be late or I'm leaving." She said with a little laugh. I was there at twelve sharp, rang the bell, and was buzzed in. "Hey, that you?" I heard from the second floor. "Yep" "Good, so neither of us chickened out!" She said as I climbed the stairs. "Get in here before anyone sees" "So sit down first so we can discus the rules" She had changed since I had left her. She was wearing low cut jeans that rode just below were one would think of as safe, a light t-shirt that hugged the curves I thought April might have, with the straps of lace bra peeking through the wide neck and her stomach seen between the two. "One, we can not tell anyone. No one, not the girls, not friends, co-workers, a stranger on the street. No. One." "Ok, I promise" "Now I feel weird about doing this," and she twisted her face while saying it. "so if I start feeling too weird, it stops. Got it." "Sounds right to me." And I don't ever recall April sounding so sure of herself. "Three, I make the rules. Just me. I'll take suggestions, but it's my game." And she was resurrecting that musky voice again. "Sounds like I don't have a choice." "Nope, you don't." she commanded. "Stand up and look at me. Do you like what you see?" "April I've never seen you more stunning" I said as I rose to feet. "Not bad." She said. "But I want you to talk dirty when we do this. I'll start to give you an idea" And she looked right at my crotch. "Soon, I'm going to pull your cock out of your pants and lick the tip until pre-cum start flowing onto my tongue." And she gave a wicked little smile. "Get it." I had no idea where this was coming from. This is a part of April I didn't know was there. "April, I want to slid those jeans off your hips, push them down until your cunt is right in front of me and slowly move my tongue along your sweet lips." "Mmmmmm, nice. I know you want to see my cunt. But first unzip your pants, just the zipper. Good now pull out your cock and let me see it." And as I did she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper, and turned around. "Walk over here and pull down my pants. Right, all the way down." And she slipped her feet out as I was kneeling. "Now start kissing my ass." I planted little kisses on her firm rump, first one cheek and then the other. And began to take little bites. "Oh," she said after the first nibble. "Good suggestion. Yes keep biting my ass, ummm yeah, rub my cheeks with your hands." I did this for a few minutes and I felt her turn her head to watch as much as she could. "Your ass is amazing..." "I know.' And she winked when I looked up at her. "Ok now stop...Stop now. I'm going to show you my cunt." And she turned. "I shaved it just for this occasion." And she slid her hand down to where her hair would be, and slid one finger into her folds. "Here taste, you like..." I sucked on her finger, getting a hint how she would taste. "Very sweet April." She smiled as she looked down at me. " I guess you've figured out that your going to eat me first. I want your tongue in my pussy." And she pushed the back of my head. I slowly moved my tongue up and down the folds of her cunt, lightly at first, slowly increasing pressure until my tongue moved inside. She pushed harder on the back of my head as I found her clit, moving my tongue around it. "Uuh yes, on my clit, yes. Now I want you to kiss my pussy, push your tongue deep, uuuum, yeah, faster. Faster...fuck me with a finger." I pushed a finger inside and devoured her cunt. Her wetness dripped from my chin. "I'm so close." she grunted and pulled my head away with my hair. "On the floor, lay down on the floor. I want to sit on your face and have you eat me. I want to look at your cock while I come." And she pushed onto the floor and straddled my face, her legs brushing past my ears. She ground her cunt into my face, I could only imagine she was looking at my hard cock. I reached my arms around to hold onto her ass, squeeze my fingers into her cheeks. "I can't wait to that cock in my mouth and taste your..." And she was moving her cunt back and forth, fucking my tongue. Then she stopped, shuttered, gasped once and ground her cunt into my face and let a small, beautiful wale leave her throat. She slowly caught her breath and lifted herself off me and crawled back so her face hovered above mine. She licked me once across my face. "I taste good don't I." "Like honey April." "I'm going to suck that pick I've been looking at. And I want you to see my beautiful pussy and asshole while I do." And she slid back down, put lips right around the head of my cock and moved her tongue back and forth. Then plunged down taking my whole cock into her mouth. Her cunt inches from my face. Her lips moving up and down my shaft, sucking tightly, her one hand caressing my balls. I started to thrust into her mouth, fucking her lips. Faster. "April, I'm going to come into that mouth of yours. Yes, that's it faster..." And she stopped. Just stopped and got up and turned toward me. "Get up. Pull down your pants and get up. I want you to watch these lips suck on your cock. I want you to see me when you come." So I pulled off my pants and stood up. She ran her tongue down the front of my body as she knelt in front of me, licking the head, then down the shaft and back up. She clasped her lips around the head and sucked hard, now stroking me with one hand, hard and fast. He pulled her lips off. "I want you to fuck my mouth." And she dove back on. I thrust maybe three times and exploded, still thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth as I came. She swallowed it all except for a little that seeped out one side. She took the tip of her finger and wiped the come from her mouth, licked it off and looked right into my eyes. "Now remember, tell No. One!"