0 comments/ 37250 views/ 5 favorites New Sensation By: JukeboxEMCSA "New Sensation" NOW: "...I'll do it, I promise I will, but could you just...just pinch me a little first? Please?" Verity looked down at Tawana. Tawana was on her knees, naked, her body oiled in a way that made the sleek ebony skin gleam, making puppy-dog eyes at Verity. "Oh, honey, you should know better than to think that's going to work. In fact, I think you're going to need to do a little extra duty now. Why don't you start by doing a little dance?" She reached for the remote control and turned on the stereo, bringing up some bump-and-grind music. "If you get me turned on enough, I might let you lick my feet next." Tawana stood up. Her face was sullen, but she nonetheless began to sway to the rhythm. "And pinching?" "When I say so. Not before." FIVE DAYS AGO: Tawana walked out of the room, slipping a crisp hundred dollar bill into her bra. She headed back towards the front desk, hoping to see another client waiting right away, but business was kind of slow at the Cinnamon Ranch tonight. Tawana went back into the waiting room and flopped down onto a couch, sullen and irritable. Not only had she not managed to get more than three customers tonight, but two of them had been tightwads, haggling over price for several minutes and generally making her life miserable. Verity walked in, all smiles, which only irritated Tawana more. Verity was a new girl--just in from the coast, with black hair, green eyes, long legs, lily-white skin, and tits that had to fucking be surgical. Which, yeah, most of the girls had gotten a boob job somewhere along the line; but Verity acted like hers was all special, and that irritated Tawana. In fact, Verity irritated Tawana in general, and Tawana had trouble hiding it; she acted like she was smarter than all the other girls, especially Tawana. If she was so fucking smart, what was she doing working in a brothel? But Tawana had tried that line on her before. Verity had just spouted off something about human sexuality being a powerful thing, and all about how important it was to embrace her feminine power, and then she got off onto some shit about "tantric elements" and the Kama Sutra, and then Tawana frankly lost fucking interest. Verity was basically just the same kind of whore the rest of them were, only she wouldn't admit it. But there she was, walking into the room with a smile on her face and a wad of bills in her hand that made Tawana seethe just to look at it. "What the fuck is up with that?" she said. "You know you have to split your take with the house." Tawana didn't mention the extra hundred dollar tip she'd managed to cajole out of her one nice customer of the night, secure inside her bra. "This is after splitting it with the house," Verity said, tucking the money away. "No fucking way," Tawana said, her irritation mixed with just a trace of awe. "What kind of sucker did you pull out there?" Verity sat down across from Tawana, a smug grin on her face. "One of my regulars. He'd had a good night at the casino. Couldn't wait to share the wealth. I told him the last time he was here, if he didn't bring at least two thousand dollars cash to show me, he was out of luck." Verity preened, just a little. "He brought three." "The fuck?" Tawana was more than a little pissed. "What's so special about your cunt that you got 'regulars' bringing you three Gs whenever you snap your fingers?" "Oh, it's not my pussy that does it. It's all in my technique. I keep telling you, it's all about technique. That's why I study in my off-hours. Kegel exercises, Kama Sutra--" "Oh, god, not the fucking Kama Sutra again." Tawana rolled her eyes. "As it happens, no. I've been reading up on acupressure, and on how some dominatrixes use intense physical stimulation to overload the brains of their submissives, and--" "And blah blah fucking blah." Tawana stood up. "Sex is sex, honey. You found yourself a few high rollers who think your cunt's gold plated, that's fine. We've all ridden a few of those every once in a while. But you and I both know that--" The manager ducked his head in. "New john coming in, get your butts out here." Tawana and Verity both headed out into the main area, where a nervous-looking young man waited for them. Tawana started to strike a sexy pose, gave her best smile, but as soon as the guy saw Verity, he said, "I'm back! I brought the..." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet bulging with bills. "Can you..." He blushed, and lowered his voice a little as he leaned in close to Verity. "Can you pinch me again?" "Of course." The two of them headed off into the back rooms together, leaving Tawana to fume. 'Pinch'? What the fuck was up with that? NOW: "Come on, please?" Tawana slurped at the soles of Verity's feet. "Just a little pinch..." She licked in between Verity's toes. "A few seconds, I've been good..." She took Verity's big toe into her mouth, sucking it like a tiny cock. Verity sighed. "I dunno, that doesn't really sound like 'begging' to me, Tawana. That sounds more like 'demanding'. You see the difference?" Tawana wanted to scream in frustration, but she knew better by now. She reached down to Verity's other foot and brought it up to her mouth as well. "Please," she said, trying to put some urgency into it. "I'll do anything you want, baby, but I just want a tiny little pinch, you know I'll want more, I'm all yours all night, anything you want, just...just please, please, please..." Somewhere along the way, she'd lost track of her frustration and anger at Verity and had broken down into open, naked need, her body shuddering as she let her desire spill out. Verity wriggled her toes. "Now that's better," she said. "That is some quality begging, Tawana." Despite everything, Tawana felt obscurely proud. "But you forgot that you needed to be licking my toes while you begged." Tawana's face fell. She started to lick again, but she could tell it was already too late. If it hadn't been too late beforehand. She could tell Verity loved drawing this out. Verity pulled her feet out of Tawana's hands, stood up, and went to a rack of toys on the wall. "Come over here, get up against the wall, and spread your legs," she said, pulling out a riding crop. "I think we've got a little more work to do on your attitude." Tawana did as she was told. It was the only way she was getting pinched. THREE DAYS AGO: Tawana knocked on Verity's door, hating herself for doing it, and hating Verity even more for being right. "Tawana," Verity said as she opened the door wearing nothing but a silken robe. "What a surprise! I normally don't think of you as one to socialize much with me after hours." Tawana fidgeted a little at the door. The bitch wasn't going to make this easy for her, that was for fucking sure. "Can I come in?" she asked. Verity gave a little smile, like she knew exactly what Tawana was up to."Sure, I'm off-duty." She opened the door wider, and gestured magnanimously towards the interior of the suite. "So what brings you by this morning?" Shit, Tawana thought. She's gonna make me say it. "The last couple of nights, you, um...you kept pulling johns. Nine or ten, all big spenders. I was wondering, I mean, um..." Verity gave a poisonously sweet smile. "Did they all think my cunt was gold plated, was that it?" Tawana almost turned around and walked out right then and there; but she thought of those wallets packed with hundred dollar bills, and instead, she said, "That one guy, he said something about 'pinching'. Is that--I mean, you talked about dominatrixes, are you getting guys into S and M?" Verity shook her head and walked over to her dresser. "No. They want something only I can give them. I've been calling it 'pinching', because..." She took out a set of what looked like very pointy thimbles, and began to put them onto the ends of her fingers. "It's a new sexual practice. I don't think anyone else has ever tried it. I'm combining sex with acupressure, stimulating certain pressure points in order to heighten sexual pleasure. It's a whole new sensation, and the guys I've been doing it to just can't get enough." She held up her hands, each one with a glittering silver cap at every fingertip. "But you saw that for yourself last night." "Can you..." Goddamn bitch is gonna make me fucking beg, Tawana thought. "Can you teach me how to do it?" "Sure," Verity said. Tawana practically gaped. "Really?" "Sure. I'll do better than teach you. I'll show you how. Go ahead and take off your clothes. You'll need to be naked for this." Verity slipped her own robe off her shoulders, revealing a perfectly-toned body. Tawana stripped her own clothes off without any modesty either; she didn't really swing for other women, but she'd done enough three-ways in the past not to mind too much if this involved a little intimate contact. And she certainly didn't feel embarrassed next to Verity's body; Tawana might not be into Kama Sutra shit, but she knew the importance of staying in shape. "Alright," Verity said, walking over to a rack with a few sex toys on it. She pulled a harness off the rack, and began to put it on. "The first few days trying to do everything while wearing these little caps was a bitch," she said. She selected a dildo, and slipped it into the harness. "Go ahead and get onto the bed," she said. "The technique works through stimulation of the erogenous zones while I apply the acupressure, so I'll need to slide this into you for a bit. I could also eat you out, or have you play with yourself, but I think we'll stick with the strap-on for now." Tawana understood most of that, so she got onto the bed and then onto her hands and knees. Verity knelt behind her, applied a little lube to the dildo, and slipped it into Tawana's cunt. "Now," she said, "you don't need to stimulate too much, or for too long. Just a little fucking does the trick." She started to thrust the dildo in and out slowly. "With guys, of course, you'll be letting them fuck you. It's got to be missionary, though. Doggie style or cowboy doesn't work, because you need to be able to touch their back." Tawana just nodded, keeping her mind on the lecture with little difficulty. "Like this." Tawana felt Verity touch her back with the tips of those little caps, pressing down on the flesh directly on either side of her spine; the little metal points dug in one finger at a time, firmly but not painfully, first one hand (one, two, three, four, five), then the other (one, two, three, four--) Five, and everything went white. Fireworks exploded behind Tawana's eyes, she stared sightlessly ahead as her cunt clenched around the fake cock, and she was vaguely aware of her own voice grunting, then moaning, then screaming, but it didn't matter. Nothing fucking mattered. She'd never felt this good in her fucking life, never come this hard; it wasn't even like coming, it was beyond coming, beyond fucking, it was like a spiderweb of pleasure radiating out from those ten little points on her back and cocooning her in sheer fucking bliss. She didn't know how long it lasted, it was like time stopped while she came and came and came, and nothing mattered but feeling this good, nothing mattered at all because she felt this good, Tawana never knew anything in the world could ever feel like this-- Her arms and legs gave out from under her and she fell forward onto the bed, breaking contact with Verity's fingers. Her throat felt hoarse, her limbs felt weak and rubbery, and she'd actually dragged Verity on top of her, her cunt had clenched so tightly around that dick; but all she could think about was wanting more, wanting to feel that pinch again. "You get all that?" Verity said in her ear. NOW: "Sixteen." Tawana tried to keep all her focus on the numbers. If she just kept her focus on the numbers, on "Seventeen," if she just thought about counting and not about the burning sensation in her ass, "Eighteen," if she just thought about counting and not the searing pain of each new stroke of the crop, "Nineteen," if she just thought about counting and not about how much she needed the pinch, how fucking much she needed it, because if she asked for the pinch again, or if she stopped counting, or if she cried out, then Verity would just start over at one again. "Twenty..." "Good girl!" Verity said, finally putting the crop away. "I'm very impressed, Tawana! Now, sit down." Tawana whimpered, but nonetheless sat down flat. Her ass burned where it scraped against the rough carpet, and she tried to sit perfectly still even as she squirmed from pain; but she dealt with it the best she could, staring up at Verity with a pleading gaze. "God, that was hot. I mean, that really turned me on." She stepped forward, straddling Tawana's face with her cunt. "In fact, I don't think I'll be good for anything else without a few little licks down there. Think you can take care of that, Tawana?" Tawana whimpered. "But--I--" Verity grabbed Tawana's hair, and pulled her head forward. "I'm sorry," she said. "You were saying?" Tawana's words were muffled by Verity's cunt. TWO DAYS AGO: Tawana knocked on Verity's door again, trying to quell the shaking of her body. When Verity opened the door, Tawana practically forced her way in. "Welcome back," Verity said. "Want to try another lesson?" "I..." Tawana just nodded. "Yes, please." "OK," Verity said, letting her in. She walked over to her dresser and grabbed a book. "Today, we're going to look at the anatomy of the back, and how to find the right nerve clusters to press." She opened up the book to a diagram of the spine, and its surrounding muscles. Tawana looked at it in aching incomprehension. "I thought..." she said, her voice trailing off as she remembered that burning pleasure, as she felt the aching need to relive it. "I thought we were going to, you know...practice again." Verity shook her head. "Don't be silly," she said. "There's not a whole lot you can learn that way. You need to be able to locate the pressure points in others, and it's a little too distracting when someone's using them on you. Now, what you want to do is get to the point where you can locate vertebrae by touch. See--" "Couldn't we practice first? Just a little?" Tawana couldn't hide the need in her voice, and she knew it. "You don't sound very interested in learning, Tawana," Verity said in a mock-chiding tone. "I thought you wanted to know how to pinch men for fun and profit." "I do," Tawana said. "It's just, I thought that maybe...you know, I..." "You liked it." Tawana nodded mutely. "You want me to do it to you again." Tawana nodded again, unable to make eye contact. "Right now." "Please..." Tawana couldn't help herself, she blurted the word out. Verity shrugged off her silken robe. "The last guy who wanted me to pinch him paid five thousand dollars for the privilege, Tawana. I split that with the house, of course, so I only got twenty-five hundred, but still...that's a twenty-five hundred dollar experience you're asking me for. For free. Despite the fact that yesterday was the first time you'd ever spoken to me in a civil tone since I met you." She lay back on the bed, not even bothering to look at Tawana. "That about sum it up?" Tawana climbed onto the bed with her, crawling between Verity's thighs, lowering her face down to just inches away from Verity's muff. "Please," she said, surprised at how easily the words rolled off her tongue, "I'm sorry I've been such a bitch, Verity, just please pinch me, I'll do anything you want, I'll eat your pussy, I'll lick you out, just please, give me just a little pinch, please, please..." Verity lazily reached out a hand and pulled Tawana's head down to her crotch. "I tell you what," she said. "You start licking...mmm...and I'll decide when it's twenty-five hundred dollars worth." NOW: Verity stepped back. "You're getting better at that," she said, looking at the way Tawana's face had gotten slick with her juices. "I think we might be getting close to your reward." "Oh, thank you!" Tawana fell forward and kissed Verity's feet again, not even recognizing the fact that she hadn't been commanded to this time, just so grateful at the thought that Verity would be pinching her soon that she couldn't even express it in words. "But don't think you'll be getting off this easy tomorrow, Tawana," Verity said as she strapped on the dildo. "I'll be wanting something...extra special from you if you want to be pinched again." "Anything, yes, anything you want, Verity, anything you say, I just, yes, please, yes..." Tawana's resistance was totally gone now, she was bent over and presenting her pussy lewdly, just waiting for that moment when Verity found those perfect spots again and gave her that perfect pleasure. "Tomorrow," Verity said, sliding her fake cock into Tawana's cunt, "I think I'll want you to bring me another girl to play with." As she felt those steel-tipped fingers digging into her back, Tawana knew she'd do it. THE END New Sensations For Hank The department store was practically deserted for a Saturday afternoon. Caroline had spent the past hour in lingerie and must have tried on twenty bras but still couldn't find just the right one. The problem, she knew, was the size of her breasts. They were just too big. The truth was, her whole body was just a little too bulky at five foot seven and one hundred eighty pounds. The fitting room attendant brought her a couple more bras to try on. Handing them over the half door she assured Caroline, "These have some serious support and are still a little sexy, try them." Caroline tried one on. She didn't much like it. "Why can't it look as beautiful on me as the model on the package?" she complained to herself. She knew the answer, the model on the package is a size five and wearing a 32B version of the 38DD Caroline had squeezed into. It felt like a rubber band. She tried taking it off then, but the hooks, all four of them, seem to be caught and twisted around a loose thread. The fitting room attendant had introduced herself as Margie. Margie was no more than 21 years old, Caroline figured, and wore a size two skirt. She had little or no boobs visible to the naked eye. Hell, she probably didn't even own a bra herself. "How would she know anything about fit and support?" Caroline groaned to herself, then asked Margie for her help. Margie pulled back the curtain to the fitting room's tiny cubicle. As she considered the bra Caroline was trapped in, she noticed how beautiful Caroline's breasts were. She wondered how they would feel if she touched them. Mentally pinching herself for her thoughts, Margie brought herself back to the matter at hand, which was the bra. It fit well and looked flattering enough, she couldn't understand Caroline's displeasure. Margie helped Caroline to rid herself of the constricting article. Caroline felt Margie's warm hands gently brush her spine as her thin fingers and long nails worked to loosen the tangle. The touch sent tingles up and down her spine and caused her nipples to perk. Once freed, the bra fell. Caroline grabbed it and covered herself as a rosy blush bloomed in her cheeks. "Don't be embarrassed," Margie consoled. "I think they are lovely. Caroline's cheeks reddened still and she was unsure of what to reply. Margie was captivated. "I bet men stop and stare at them all the time." "I wish my husband paid them a little more attention. He'd rather play with an old Mustang than his wife." Caroline, unsure of why she had just admitted this to a complete stranger, realized her discomfort had actually eased somewhat and was replaced with a little curiosity. She released her grasp on the garment and let it fall. "Do you really think they are appealing?" Margie confessed that she thought Caroline's breasts were very attractive and that she would very much like to touch them. The two ladies giggled a little before Caroline consented to letting Margie caress her. It felt glorious. Margie's hands were so small and felt softer than feathers. Waves of pleasure emanated throughout Caroline's body. She gasped and Margie withdrew her hand. Caroline exhaled. "You didn't have to stop," a hint of disappointment in her voice seemed to surprise her. Margie placed her hand on Caroline's voluptuous breast as she peered up into her face, then lowered her mouth to Caroline's already aroused nipple. Flames rippled through Caroline's middle sending heat waves throughout her whole body. Margie began to unbutton her own blouse at Caroline's insistence. Caroline hesitated at first then traced the out line of Margie's breast with her index finger. Now Margie was feeling a little self conscious. "They are so little, men can't tell my front from my back," she whined. "I wish I had yours." Caroline covered Margie's miniature areola. Margie sighed with delight, never having experienced such exhilaration. Margie's sensuous reactions caused Caroline to become more aggressive. She assisted Margie over to the little bench and invited her to sit down. Margie complied and Caroline slid her fingers under Margie's skimpy little skirt. No panties she noted. That made sense, no bra, why bother with panties? She was so warm, and creamy. Caroline's fingers lingered over Margie's hot fancy for quite a while. "Fascinating, incredibly fascinating," she mused. Instantly Caroline knew she was going to have to taste her. Margie seemed to read her mind and scooted down a little on the bench. Caroline eased to Margie's warm center and positioned her tongue to probe every crevice of Margie as a delicacy. Margie began to tremble as ecstasy over took her. She vaulted upright from her seat when she could stand it no longer and a loud scream, she had not anticipated, escaped. This electrified Caroline and her tongue reacted with even more frenzied flicks to Margie's throbbing femininity. Caroline hesitated just long enough to remove her overly tight blue jeans and her black satin bikini panties. Margie coaxed her to the floor where she spread Caroline's legs and repeated the splendid sensations as performed by Caroline. Caroline didn't last. She was quickly overcome by shock waves brought on by the rhythmical thrashing of Margie's tongue. She howled, her body squirmed and thrashed with the all-so-new sensations she was experiencing. The sky thundered above, lightning flashed, as the earth shook below. Margie and Caroline lay spent, entangled in each other's arms, lost in newly discoverer sensations, behind the fitting room's long green curtain. New Sensations Calling me upstairs, I rush up to see you dressed in sexy lingerie. Your face is flawless and freshly ready. My cock gets hard from seeing you all in the hot outfit you picked out. "I never knew that crotch less panties could be so erotic" you inform me by opening up your shaved and glistening wet pussy lips through them. I walk over to you and give you a passionate kiss. It doesn't matter that I remove most of your lipstick in the process. You have plenty more to put on other parts of my body. We kiss even longer after I pull apart to look you over in greater detail. The thigh highs further accentuate your luscious legs. Walking into the bedroom, I see that you have it all prepared with candles and rose petals on the bed. I pull out from my pocket a two-foot piece of cloth that I slip over your eyes. Carefully, I position you on the bed and start to kiss up and down your chest and inner thighs. "Tonight we can try some different things that we never had done before." With that, I part your pussy lips with my tongue and flick at your clit. It gets more swollen from the feathery touches. One of my fingers easily slides in and is soon followed by a second. I carefully curl them while inside. Whereas I would normally finger fuck you, I leave them inside right behind your clit. They lightly touch there and move slowly around gently. I sometimes bend to kiss your clit, run my tongue along your pussy or suck on your inner thighs. You don't even feel anything particularly different from my fingers rubbing on that special spot. "I need to pee!' you announce. Knowing that I have the reaction I want, I keep curling my fingers towards me while inside your waiting pussy. I start to increase speed of my rubbing and suck on your clit together. My fingers pick up speed and your hips follow. I slow down the rubbing only to increase it. This drives you crazy from not knowing how to match your hips. I figure that you have had enough torture, and I quickly rub behind your clit with my fingers. "Ohhhhhh, shitttttt!" you scream. I move my fingers out and rub your clit as you start to shoot a fountain of clear liquid about two feet out of your pussy. My fingers return to your clit to work on it even more. "FFFUCKKK!" you scream through clenched teeth. Your eyes are closed from the erotic feelings and miss out on the prominent display of clear juices shooting out from your wet snatch. I let you rest there while kissing you deeply knowing that you would want to return the favor to me in spades. I respond matching the deepness and intensity of your kisses with my own. Our tongues intertwine as the heat between us continues to build to an almost palpable level. I turn on you so that you are lying on your back on the bed. Since you are still clothed I look down on you and smile. "This will not do" I say as I bend over and kiss you while at the same time unbuttoning your shirt. You wiggle to remove it from your body. I kiss and lick down your chest and stomach. When I get to your waist I unbuckle your belt with my teeth and unzip you the same way, causing you to look up at me with a twinkle in your eye. I pull your pants off from the foot end and relish the sight of your totally naked body. Particularly your semi-erect cock. I kneel between your legs and take your dick fully in my mouth and begin a back and forth rhythm licking and sucking at the same time. I stop at the tip to tease the head and piss hole. I hear your breathing become more labored. I love the taste and texture and feeling you harden from my effort. I stop sucking slowly not wanting you to blow your load in my mouth. I ask you if I may try something new on you too and show you a new toy I picked out for ass play. "It has a ridge on it to help milk your prostate", I explain as I show it to you. You moan in anticipation and agree to it. I get out the lube. First I put some on my finger and tease at the entrance of your asshole, warming you up for insertion. You ask me to be gentle and I promise to be and say that "I hope this is as pleasurable for you as the Gspot rub was for me" you tell me " with your capable hands I am sure it will be", I grab the warmed up lube and put some at the entrance to your asshole. Then I put some in my hands and slather up the toy. I ask if you are ready and you indicate that you are. I insert it slowly a little at a time as you relax around one part I push more in. When it is all the way in I again take your cock (which has hardened more from the stimulus) in my mouth. I move the toy back and forth a little in your ass. You say a barely audible, "I never knew this would feel as good as it does. I lick and suck more gently on your cock than usual wanting to concentrate on what the toy does for you. I hear you gasp and moan more and more pleasurably as you get closer and closer to cumming. The firmness of the ridge stimulates your prostate so well. You breathe heavier and heavier. You close your eyes lost in pleasure and I know you are close to blowing your load. Your head moves back and forth and your balls pull up to your torso as I continue to work the toy in your ass. Your moans become louder and all of a sudden you announce, "I am gonna cum". No sooner do you say it than stream after stream of cum floods my mouth.You moan louder and your body becomes more animated. I swallow your whole delicious load and remove the toy from your ass gently before crawling into your arms. We cover up and then sleep sweetly in each others arms. New Sensations My wife Nikki and I had been exploring some greater depths of honesty in our relationship lately. A series of accidental discoveries about each other brought us to this kind of threshold in relation to our sex life where we both sort of discovered at the same time that we were going through similar problems inside, with regard to the dynamic in our sexual chemistry. Even before we were married, I could tell that Nikki was attracted to other men. She couldn't hide it. She never let it get too far (at least, not before the events of this story), but she was a compulsive flirt. I quickly discovered that my presence did nothing to dull the pleasure she got from meeting someone new —from exploring that 'spark' that happens when two bodies experience a chemical reaction of sexual attraction for the first time. Nikki used to deny it when I would mention it to her. I'd see some guy chatting her up at a party, and she'd be real touchy with him, and just beaming, like there was nobody else in her world at that moment. And I'd ask her later if she realized how she was encouraging the guy's advance. She'd always tell me I was just silly. There was nothing between them. But the look in her eyes told it all. Every time. She loved the attention men shared with her. She was a sucker for anybody who could get her laughing, and she loved to have her body ogled —not that she ever admitted that to me. In fact, the only time I ever said anything about it she got pretty pissy with me. I realized I should just let her be herself, and not hold it against her. It made me incredibly jealous, to think about the pleasure she received from every red-blooded man who crossed her path, lovingly ogling her swollen hips, and her firm, round breasts —but I loved her, and she loved me back. And, as our relationship progressed, and our understanding of each other deepened, it became arousing to me. My sexy wife... We'd been married only 2 years, having dated for 2 years prior to our marriage at college. Nikki was about 5'6", 26 years old. She wore her thick black hair in a ponytail a lot of the time, although I loved to see it down just as much or more. She had these wide, curvy hips that flared out from a trim runner's waist, backed up by a muscular bubble butt. Her breasts were full and firm, and capped by extremely responsive eraserbud nipples, which were hard all the time. It was one of the things that attracted me to her in the first place. When we met in college, she almost never wore a bra; her beautiful nipples would distend and swell to say hello whenever I saw her. I took it to mean she was horny for me, and I guess initially I assumed it didn't happen everywhere, but once we started dating I realized, these little jujubes were making life happier for almost every man on the street! I expressed to her one night, early in our relationship, how anxious it made me that all these men were able to see her happy little eraserbuds and she smiled and giggled, dismissively, "Guys are so silly. They're just boobs!" In time, as I eased up about her flirtatious nature, Nikki became more comfortable doing it around me. I could tell she felt freer and freer to indulge the guys she flirted with —you know, just little touches, occasional suggestive innuendo. It always got me all bound up when I saw her lean in and smoosh her breasts against someone's arm. It was like her trademark move with guys. And she picked up on the effect her little teasing had on me. She would often look at me when she was touching someone, or when they touched her, like with this expectant smile, knowing she would see me getting all horny over her just enjoying her chemistry with other men; reveling in their natural reaction to her. Every time she would do that thing, where she leaned into a guy's arm or hugged him as an excuse to press her chest against his body, I imagined the semi-hard little nubs of her nipples wiggling stupidly under the material of her clothing as her tits pressed against whoever she was doing it with. It began to feel like we were both peeking out from a secret place inside, feeling each other out for comfort zones. Before long it was like a game, where she would sort of push and test me, teasing me as we went, and I vacillated between hating it and loving it. When I watched her flirting with guys, my chest would burn with jealousy, but my cock would simultaneously be stiffening —until the hardon was the only thing I noticed. Over time, I grew to think about these moments while jerking off. I'd be watching a wife in a cuckold movie sit down on a strange cock in front of her husband, raving to her submissive husband about how she was being touched in places nobody had made her feel before. I'd imagine it was my Nikki, and how I'd tell her how much I love her, while she slurps on the enormous cock of some Black Giant. I was the guy on the couch, watching. Or standing. Or doing whatever she told me to do. Sometimes I wouldn't even need porn. I'd just remember what it was like, when she would tease and flirt in front of me. I had to pick her up from work once, and while they were going over a whiteboard schematic together, I saw her touch her left arm to her boss Michael's bicep. I remember her looking over at me as her boss's hand moved instinctively to hold her at the waist, squeezing her breast casually, nonchalantly against his chest as he gathered her into his sidelong embrace. Her lips parted wetly as she and I both watched his hand glide lower to absently rub her hip, teasing her ass from the side. I wanted to do something to stop it, but it was so sexy. She looked up at me and smiled at the secret knowledge we shared —that her boss was touching her in a sexually familiar way, and that neither of us were going to do anything to discourage it. That was my favorite fantasy —at least, before the events of this story took place. When we were home later, I asked about the way Michael had touched her at the office, and she smiled slyly for a second, before explaining that he was "...just really affectionate, in a touchy-feely sorta way. He never takes it further than would be appropriate. I think he just gets all wound up with all his responsibilities running the company, and needs outlets for his energy. Plus, he's the boss honey. I have to make him happy!" My cock lurched when she said this, as all I could think of were the dirtier implications of her statement. "I have to make him happy!" Of course, I would take any excuse to visit her work after that. But I never saw another scene like that. And honestly, some of the hottest moments for me weren't necessarily even involving touch. It was her smile; her eyes. She never looked happier in all the years we've known each other as when she had that flushed look in her cheeks, and her wide smile, eyes twinkling up at some guy she just met, nothing but casual conversation on the outside, but I could see her react as she felt his gaze rove over her beauty; as his body orbited hers, in search of opportunities for greater closeness, or touch. Every time we went out and she got to have that little fix from flirting with a guy (or guys, honestly), she would come home with me, ready to fuck. Other times —nights we didn't go out, or when she didn't flirt with strangers— it could be iffy. Wasn't in the mood. Didn't like the way I did some things. At one point, I simply had to acknowledge the obvious fact that she couldn't be entirely satisfied by me alone —ever. I could see, after witnessing the ritual over and over again, that these casual moments almost filled her up inside, in ways our relation ship couldn't. And I guess it felt okay. I loved her, so I wanted to be patient and understanding with her needs —with the bias of her sexual nature. Plus, it was impossible to approach the subject without coming off jealous or paranoid. I mean, it wasn't like she was fucking these guys. She just got a thrill off of feeling their whole vibe... As you can probably guess, I went deeper and deeper into these elaborate fantasies of my Nikki with other men. Sometimes it got very intense. It was strange, because when I would accept things, and let Nikki play in the way she wanted to when we were out, she would tread a little deeper into naughtiness, and I would get more turned on by her little teasing indiscretions. And we would end up home in furious marathons of sex. But it was a long time before we actually discussed what was happening. It was like we were both aiming for this horizon —this naked and unashamed coming-together of our separate secret sexual proclivities— Each with a hand on the wheel, but each looking off to opposite sides of the highway as we drove. One night we hit a turning point. Nikki had gone through a recent phase where she bought a bunch of new lingerie, and a couple really sexy outfits. "Just to spice our love life up a little," She smiled as she explained to me. She had this dress I didn't even know about. She'd bought it earlier in the week, after I'd told her how hot it would look on her when we saw it in a window at the mall. We were getting ready for a party at my friend Dan's house, and Nikki came out of the bathroom wearing this sexy, form-fitting dress. She looked in the mirror. It was barely concealing the juncture of her thighs, and the silky panties she wore below. Even sexier was the way the sheer fabric highlighted her proud eraserbud nipples, jutting out already from the erotic feeling the near-exposure of the sexy dress gave her. "Is this dress too slutty, Malcom?" She asked me. I gulped and licked my lips. My heart was racing. I was thrilled, thinking about her strutting into Dan's party dressed like that. "Wow. No, baby. I think it's just right." "REEAally..." She teased me, smirking as she pulled up the hem in little increments. The first little bit she pulled up was already revealing her little cloven panty mound. If she bent at the waist at all, there would be a juicy show for any man with a good view. She stuck the tip of her tongue at me, returned the hem to its place high up on her thighs, She turned and looked at her body in the mirror. "...So, It doesn't bother you how my nipples are poking out at the world?" My cock spasmed. I licked my lips. "Oh, yeah, they kinda do don't they? But... ...I mean... You wouldn't want anyone to see a line from a bra, right?" She gave me a naughty look, and a lusty laugh. "No, but are they going to see anything else at all with these sticking out all night?" She playfully pulled on her thick nipples through the fabric. "I think you'll be the sexiest bride there. I want you to give them a show. I'm proud of my sexy wife. Besides, I'll be there." Neither of us had done it since we were in college, but we did a bunch of blow at the party. Dan's friend Nick had brought some with him. It was a good time, a lot of good-looking couples dressed to the nines, talking and flirting and drinking and getting high. I remember watching Nick ogle her panties when she bent over to do a line —a little more than she needed, of course. She snorted a line, looked back at me and smirked, before bending over even deeper for the next one. I saw Nikki with about ten different guys throughout the night —I don't think her nipples softened from attention even once and it was really pretty warm. She must have been turned on the entire night, knowing every man was fantasizing about what it would be like to tear her dress off and suck on them. Eventually everybody went home, leaving just me and Nikki with Dan. Now, Dan is a good friend, but there's always been a kind of awkward vibe between him and Nikki. Awkward for me, anyway. Since the first time I introduced them, they've always seemed intimately connected. Like, it's just part of their natural chemistry, to communicate like easy or old friends. Or, like I imagined when I was alone —or, admittedly, sometimes when I was with the two of them— they reminded me of two lovers, the easy way they could talk together. Maybe it was the chemistry of the three of us. In retrospect, maybe it was something they could share only because she was mine, and because Nikki and I were the way we were... I had gone to the bathroom, and left them alone in the kitchen doing more lines. Nick had stupidly left his bag behind. When I returned, I saw them through the kitchen door, cracked open a little. Nikki's front was pressed up against the kitchen counter, Dan pressing against her from behind —his groin rooted into her asscheeks, groping her ample tits through the sheer fabric of her dress; tweaking her big nipples as she just sighed and smiled, looking back at him with a smirk. It must have been the blow working on all of us, loosening inhibitions. My immediate response to jealousy was choked by the eroticism of the moment, as I grew instantly stiff, seeing them like that, bringing my hand to squeeze my dick through my pants. She craned her neck; looked into Dan's eyes with a sort of sudden, pleading passion —moistening her parted lips with her tongue. Dan bent down and kissed her mouth, still kneading her big tits from behind her. It was beautiful. It looked like they loved each other, the way they melded together in heat and passion. Nikki turned to face him, and embraced him while their mouths met and kissed more. It was tender. It lasted a couple minutes, ending with Nikki hanging her head in a sorta morose ecstasy. Dan's hands began to play with her ass a little, one moving up to rub her pussymound through her skirt. Finally, she put a hand on his chest, looks up at him, reluctant. "Dan, we can't." "I'm sorry," He said. "No, it was—" she interrupted him, and pulled her mouth to his for a final, wet kiss —at a loss for the words to explain what she felt. "I'm glad this happened, Dan," She spoke intimately to him. "I've wondered what you'd be like for a long time, now." He rubs his hand on her hip, affectionately. "but I think I need to get my husband and go, before I do something really bad..." I sneaked back from the door a few paces, and intentionally made a lot of noise approaching it again. When I entered the kitchen, they were standing apart, trying to pretend that nothing just happened. I let the moment go, even though the sexual tension in the room was squeezing precome from my tool, a rigid tent in my pants. Nikki said she wanted to go home, and we left, Dan telling her to take the coke with us. "I don't need this shit around," he said, "I just like it once in a while." She gave him a lingering hug and kiss on the cheek, and one last pregnant look in the eyes before we left. I didn't know how to bring the moment up. I decided to be patient, and let things run their course. Then a week later, things sort of moved further. We went out again. Nikki had spent the week moving from a state of shame, coupled with a morose resignation to life in the box, so to speak. She was clearly feeling bad about her indiscretion with Dan. I, on the other hand, could think of nothing else. I probably jerked off a million times that week, reliving the scene between my wife and best friend in my head each time, his hands squeezing her tits through her dress. Watching her plead with her eyes for him to kiss her. As the week progressed, I could tell that Nikki began to feel better, and as my own arousal following the incident had the added effect of supercharging our bedroom life, she began to return to her normal state —i.e. a loyal and loving wife with an immense appetite for sex, chained to an image of proper living that didn't reflect how she really was on the inside. Anyway, this was how I was beginning to look at the situation. I asked her to go out dancing with me Friday night. I was hoping to get her to cut loose. Maybe bring up the scene with Dan, and get it out in the open so we could enjoy it together, instead of me profiting sexually from it in my fantasy life while she was probably afraid to even think about it again. I was ready to let her in on the way her more slutty behavior was turning me on. It was —and this is crazy, I know —but it was making me love her even more than I already did. So she got dressed and looked nice, but it wasn't quite what I was after. "What about that other dress?" I asked her "—the one from the party?" "You mean —?—" She didn't know what to think. I smiled hornily. "Yeah." She went and got the dress, and was holding it in her hand, weighing out what to say. "Honey, there's something I need to talk to you about," She began. The room got quiet as she attempted to find an entry point. "Is it about you and Dan last week?" I didn't want her to punish herself anymore. "I —you mean... you know?" She was scared. "Did he—" "Honey, no. No. I was there. I saw you. Together. I..." She looked confused. "...I watched you." "Watched me what?" She was still unsure what I knew. "Watched you let Dan... Feel your tits," I said. My heart was racing. I could see she didn't know how to read my emotions on this. She was on the verge of pain, I could tell. "I watched you kiss him." She looked at me, a grave apology her eyes. "You like him, Nikki." "I..." "You really like him." "Oh, Malcom, honey—" "—but, it's not that, Nikki. See... I kinda liked it." Everything gets silent for the second it takes for my words to sink in. "You what?" "It turned me on, Nikki. Seeing you... Let him, touch you. Seeing you be... a ...slut, for him." Nikki's expression changed gradually. Became ponderous. "I'm sorry if it's weird." "Waitaminnit —you're apologizing to ME, now?" "I should have told you. I saw how guilty you felt all week. I didn't know how to—" Nikki silenced me with a furious kiss. We embraced, and within minutes we had stripped each other, making love like two teenagers. The whole time, I looked at my beautiful wife Nikki, imagining it was Dan fucking her instead of me. After a shower, Nikki came in and collapsed on the bed in her robe. "Oh my god. That was amazing." She sighed, then looked over at me, "What is going on with us, Mal?" "I think we're in love, baby." I meant it, too. It was like the rose between us was only just beginning to bloom. She climbed on me and kissed me tenderly. Oh god we loved each other so much. A moment passed and I got up from the bed and stood, grabbing the dress off of the floor. "Here," I said. "Put this on. We're going out." She looked at me, unsure what to expect anymore. "Oh —remember, with that dress —no bra, only panties." I winked at her and left the room. She just stood there, unsure how she'd arrived at this place, probably flushing with the thoughts of where it might all be headed. We went to our favorite dance club in town. It was pretty mellow for a Friday night. Nikki immediately connected with one of the only guys in the bar —Andre, a 22 year old college student from Spain, preparing to return home the next day. Honestly, the guy was probably a soccer player. He was in great shape and had perfect fucking features. Nikki was like a kid in a toy store, looking up into his eyes as we all talked. We invited him to join us for a drink, and found we all enjoyed each other's company. Nikki touched his arm and leg in fleeting little moments when opportunities arose. One moment she laughed and slapped his thigh, holding and squeezing it for a beat. I couldn't tell, of the three of us, who was excited more. She looked him in the eye with her naughty smile, and then passed a teasing glance at me. Then she suggested we do some of the blow we had kept from Dan's party. She got it from the car, and we all went out back and did a couple lines. Andre lit a joint and, after that, we were feeling very fine and very, very free. After another round inside, Andre told me he wanted to dance with Nikki. I said, "Whatever Nikki wants." He looked into her eyes and reached out his hand. She smiled and took his hand, eagerly joining him. They ended up dancing a few songs in a row, at which point I could tell the energy between them was becoming intense, and undeniably sexual. She kept looking at me throughout the dance to gauge my reaction as she clung to his body, earnestly undulating against him. 'Just Dancing', right? New Sensations Ha. Anyways, they had ambled off into a darker corner of the dance floor during the last song. I became extremely hard watching her grind her crotch against him, squeezing her legs around his thigh as she slid up and down against it. I saw him put a hand on her ass and rub it over and over. She just smiled up at him tenderly, and pressed against him tighter. She looked up at me again —we locked eyes, her expression mysterious and detached. Evaluating my response. Eyes locked with mine, she grabbed Andre's free hand and placed it with the other on her ass. Encouraged, he snaked both his hands up under her dress, and began massaging her nether regions in earnest. Her sloppy smile brazenly acknowledged she was aware of what a slut she was being. I licked my lips and smiled back at her, after which she looked back up at him, caught up in the pleasure he was giving her with his hands. Andre actually looked up at me at that point, curious if any of this would be a problem. She closed her eyes exultantly as I stared at his hands, groping my wife's pert, shapely ass over her silk panties. He smiled and returned his attention to nuzzling her neck. From the angle at which I was seated, I could actually see his fingers working against the silky black sheen stretched taut against her asscheeks. The song stopped, but they stayed clung together, straining against one another. Nobody else was on the dance floor. Nobody was watching them at all, except for me. I was rapt. It struck me just how beautiful my wife was, watching her head hang against his shoulder, as he whispered in her ear, causing her to crack a naughty grin. I wondered what they were talking about. I saw him kiss and lick on her earlobe. His fingers mashed back and forth between her thighs, her firm little cheeks peeking out at me as the dress rode up over this guy's hands. She lifted her ass and parted her thighs for his better access, squeezing against his fingers with her cunt muscles as she stood on tippy-toes. He took her chin in his hand, and turned her head up to look at him, her lips open expectantly. Her hands had moved to his chest, where they just slowly clutched and massaged, as his hands cradled her ass against him, her black silk panties the only thing keeping his fingers from exploring her pussy. She looked over me briefly, nervously anticipating his kiss, as well as my reaction to it. I saw the naked resolve of lust in her eyes as he turned her chin to look at him once again, right before she closed her eyes and allowed his mouth to seize over hers. She struggled hungrily against him, their mouths twisting and releasing, tongues touching and licking. She surrendered completely to this guy, embracing him in earnest, tongues wrestling for life as she ground her pussy hungrily against his thigh and he kneaded her silky ass cheeks—all of this while I watched from a few yards away. A fast song came on, and he pulled Nikki into a nearby chair. She straddled him languidly, as the dress rode up around her waist, accommodating his hands as he reached in from the waistband of her panties this time, to rub her naked ass and pussy. I was holding my cock in my pants, which had become so swollen it was almost hurting. She broke their kiss, her forehead hanging against his. Slowly she opened her eyelids, and looked back into my eyes, as he pulled her up against him tighter, hands squeezing her bare ass under her panties, in clear view of anyone in the bar, had anyone known to look. Andre leaned his face in to nuzzle her breasts, tweaking her erect nipples through her sheer dress with his thumbs. Her open mouth warped slowly into a smirk, as she watched me, holding my hardon through my pants. She blew me a kiss, and chuckled softly, before losing herself to the sensation of his hands gliding up her ribcage to squeeze her breasts. I came in my pants at this point. Just, Blew. I went to the bathroom to clean up, but by the time I got there I was so horny I had to come again. I'm in there, jerking my cock in a stall, as the door opens and I hear the two of them come in. I look through the opening in the stall door as my wife locks the deadbolt. "I am going to fuck you so hard," he says in a rugged Spanish accent. She reaches down and fits her hand over his cock, through his pants. "Mmmmmmm..." she runs her free hand down over her cunt and grabs it, "I know a little girl who would like that a whoole lot," she coos at him, still massaging him through his pants. "It's just timing," she said, disappointed. She holds up her left hand with a kind of guilty smirk, highlighting the wedding ring on it. "Look, my husband and I are still just warming up to this..." She rings her hand up from her pussy to squeeze one of her tits, "...openness, in our relationship. And I want it to be fair to Malcom. You might not get the idea from how I'm behaving," she says, jerking open the stall door on me, still pulling on my hard cock. She smiles proudly at me, "Hey, baby." My wife turns back to her lover, holding the stall door open so he could see me holding my little tool. "—So, this is what's going to happen, Andre, my brief Spanish vacation of a man..." She kisses him, and hangs by her hands from his chest as he cups her bottom. She turns her head to look back at me. "Malcom's going to watch us and jerk his little dick while I play with your big one, okay?" "Whatever," he said, briefly looking my way before returning his attention to my wife. I watch as she succumbs to the hungry little slut inside her, celebrating her lust for another man. It's like we've talked about doing this, but we haven't yet. It's perfect. She just understands what I want —Even as I'm only learning to understand it, myself. Andre pulls her dress down to her waist, her beautiful breasts falling out like meaty cones. He's on them instantly, suckling as he squeezes with his hand on the left, and then the right. "Ohh, god, yesss..." Nikki hisses. I see her wedding ring glisten in the fluorescent light of the bar's bathroom as she digs her fingers into Andre's thick head of hair, pulling him greedily to suck on her naked breasts, flushed in pink splotches already from his lips and glistening from his tongue. A thick strand of his saliva hangs in a drop from one of her engorged nipples. I'm entranced by the way they twitch back into position when he releases them from his lips. I watch her closely as she gasps with pleasure at his ministrations. Andre moves his head back and forth, tickling her eraser nipples with his nose. She laughs, and adjusts her posture slightly to help him tug her panties down her firm thighs. I hear her sharp intake of breath, and look down to see his fingers already massaging her engorged pussy lips, glistening with her moisture. Her eyelids flutter as he works her pussy over with his fingers, massaging the mound, patting her engorging clitoris. I start stroking my cock again, noting the awkward way her silky black panties hang awkwardly around her knees as she fumbles at Andre's belt buckle. I can't believe my beautiful wife is going this far with her new stud, until I watch as she jerks his pants down, fishes his cock out of his briefs, and starts stroking it, looking him in the eye with an impish smile as her hands familiarize themselves with his shape. He's a good inch longer than me, and a little bigger. She spits in her hands, moaning at the attention from his fingers, now sawing in and out of her snatch skillfully. Her savage little hand pumping his cock comes up squeezing the head on one upstroke, and the thing goes off like a geyser, one string of semen flying up with enough projection to stretch across from her mouth to her eye. She starts cracking up, pulling the last of his seed from his cock lazily with her little hand, still tugging on her new toy. Then she looks up, to look me in the eye, winks and blows me a kiss —a rope of this stranger's cum clinging to her face. Andre isn't finished yet, though. He gets down on his knees and begins to tongue Nikki's horny little cunt for all he's worth, squeezing and pulling the vulva, teasing her asshole with his fingers. Her face goes off into a wild sexual revelation of expression, as she plants her hands on his busy head. She looks so beautiful with his come hanging on her face. She doesn't care about anything but what this man is doing to her body. I don't need to see her face, though, to know how well he understands my wife's body. She groans and wails uncontrollably, eyes popping wide in shock only to close again in ecstasy. "Oh, Malcom," she says once, looking at me with her drooping, orgasmic eyes, "Oh god he eats me so good, Malcom. I've never..." She trailed off, but I knew what she was getting at. I am just not a good pussylicker. Soon she starts to convulse in her hips and knees, mashing his head between her naked thighs. Her wailing hits a fever pitch, a repetition. Andre actually gets a faceful from her, too. She started squirting all over, a real gusher. I'd never seen her do this in 2 years of marriage. I think it embarrassed Andre or something. He acted kind of weird, watching her smile reawaken from the carnage of her orgasm, her eyes still closed. He looks at me, then at her. She could see the awkwardness in his face, as he washed her discharge off of him. She stands and puts her hand on his shoulder as he towels his face in the mirror. "I'm so sorry, Andre—" "—you could have warned me!" "I had NO idea, baby," she said, soothing. "No man has ever made me do that before..." Slowly, she looks up at me —as if to underline the point. The triumph of having given her the first ejaculate orgasm of her life seemed to erode his sour mood. Nikki pulls out her business card. "Look, Andre. I love Malcom with all my heart, but I would do anything to have you eat my pussy again." He smiles handsomely and takes her card. "Maybe if you call us next time you're in the States Malcom will let you fuck me." She looked playfully to me, pretty much speechless at this point, but undeniably loving it. "And if you are ever in España, you can stay with me." He takes her hand and kisses it. Then, coarsely "Your husband will have to find other lodgings, of course, but..." He smiles at the twist, and I laugh. "Hey, no fair!" He reaches his hand out to me. "Thank you for this, Malcom. Your wife is one of the sexiest women I've ever met. I will look forward to fucking her if we ever meet again." He said it like a threat, and then left. Alone again, my beautiful Nikki laughed low and sexy as she wiped Andre's cum from her eye, and off of her cheek, licking it from her palm with a big smile. Her tits were still engorged and flushed and hanging out in all their glory. She pulls her panties up and walks over to me. She smiles at me, giddy. "Well? Did you like it as much this time?" "Oh my god, you were so hot. I can't believe you..." "I love you honeybunny," she said, kissing me tenderly, and then licking her tongue against mine so I could taste the stringy semen still dissolving. She laughed, "Whoops —sorry about that, sweetie! I think you just tasted some of his come..." I had. It was salty, and stringy. "You are such a perfect slut wife, Nikki. I love you so much." "I love you too, Babe." she said, with a deep and sincere gaze, "This has been one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life. And I want you to know how much it means to me that you are interested in letting me have them." She embraces me intimately and returns her mouth to mine for another slightly salty kiss.