13 comments/ 57184 views/ 30 favorites Can't Handle Me By: PaladinInBlack Synopsis: Busty wife is frustrated by hubby's inability to fully satisfy her. Note 1: "My Erotic Fiction", which means you cannot copy, use, or repost it without my permission; it may be illegal or immoral for you to read; and none of it is real. Note 2: This is based on Literotica.com's TheTalkMan's 'You Couldn't Handle Me'- an incest story of a battle of wills between a gorgeous MILF and her studly son. A big part of the original story hinges on her husband's inability to keep up with her almost superhuman sex drive. This is a different story based on what might have happened in some sort of alternate universe had someone in a similar situation decided to go a different direction. Edited by Job1969. Thanks, Jon! You were magnificent! Any remaining errors are due to my last-minute tweaks. ***** PART ONE Annabelle Rae (Walker) Mendelson was laying on her back, staring at the white ceiling in the near-darkness. Her husband of eighteen years, Joel Ira Mendelson, was fast asleep beside her- 'but at least,' she thought, 'he does not snore.' She sighed, frustrated by yet another round of sex that exhausted him but barely let her get out of first gear. Even though she was keyed up, she just could not bring herself to slip into the spare bedroom and finish herself off with the vibrating dildo she hid there, as she did so often. Part of her reluctance was fatigue, from a long week preparing for and throwing their anniversary party, part was that she was so comfortable in the warm bed and warm covers, and part was a sort of fatalism. She just could not go on like this any more. Belle's problem was that she was a sexual being... damn near a super sexual being. She was not just a Ferrari of sex, she was a Hennesy Venom GT of sex. When most women were totally satisfied, she was just getting warmed up. It was not that she was slow to arousal or lacked sensitivity- far from it! It was that for her, sex was a marathon in which she was just hitting her stride after half a dozen orgasms. Her perfectly toned body could take a pounding that would leave a women's book club broken and gasping. Young Annabelle, often called 'Anna' at this stage, had grown up with in a moderately affluent household, the only child of her doting parents. While not exceptionally attractive as a young child, she blossomed... damn near exploded... into a stunningly beautiful teenager. At first, she did not really think there was anything special about her. Sure, her breasts were already a C when most of her friends were just beginning to outgrow their training bras, and boys and men both seemed to be getting increasingly tongue-tied around her, but it all seemed perfectly normal to her. Annabelle enjoyed dozens of good friends, both boys and girls, since she was such a warm and gregarious person. Middle school Anna began to realize what she was, what she had, and the scales fell from her alluring eyes. She handled the growing number of stares and comments by pretty much ignoring any sexual overtones, often not even realizing that there was a sexual overtone. By then, she was a tall, shapely young woman with an eye-catching 34D-22-34 body, flawless skin, shimmering blonde hair half-way down her back, clear blue eyes, and the face of an angelic supermodel that looked both mature for her age and innocently young. Her parents had a full gym in the sunroom and she had grown up using it every day, so there was no spare weight on her tight frame and her muscles were amazingly toned. She had been asked by the gym teacher to try out for some sports and she went with cheerleading and volleyball. She quickly found that her natural grace and well-crafted physique helped her excel at both, even though her large breasts sometimes caused problems, whether by getting in the way or throwing her balance a bit, or because of the effects they had on the other girls. This was also when she began to discover things from the other girls. She learned that she was far more attractive than any other woman at the school, and that indeed, many of the women, even the teachers, were jealous of her beauty. She learned that she could get guys to do things for her without her reciprocating even a little. She learned about sex and discovered the joys of masturbation. She learned from locker room talk and other gossip that compared to her other girlfriends, she had a high sex drive, getting herself off several times a day. High School Annabelle chose to focus on academics and cheerleading. Even as the new girl in school, her natural beauty and charisma made her the 'IT' girl of the school and she was soon hanging with the hottest babes in the place, even seniors. She blew off unwanted masculine attention with what became her catch phrase- "You couldn't handle me." She started going by 'Bell', not even Belle, when before she was either Annabelle or just Anna. She was becoming a different woman. She started to dress in more revealing, skin-tight clothes, bare midriffs, acres of cleavage, pushing the dress code as hard as she could push it. She wore the skimpiest and sexiest thongs and bras she could find, often leaving a whale-tail showing. Bell was also studying up on her new favorite topic. She availed herself of her parent's computer and dial-up internet to learn about porn. She found books in the library on sex and convinced the young man at the desk that she was old enough to check them out. She read about oral sex, and literally drooled over the idea of someone licking her juicy pussy. She was fascinated by the idea of anal sex, squirming at the idea of something up her tight heiney. High School Senior Bell was the queen of the school. Early on, there was a lot of mean-spirited rumors and name calling. She was accused of being easy or a slut, of stealing boyfriends, of being a whore and other things. She learned to steer away from those sorts of labels, but it proved to be harder to maintain friendships with girls who were threatened by someone who was effortlessly more beautiful and sexy than they were. She was a swan amongst ducklings. Hers was the name that most of the boys, and not a few teachers, called out when they had sex. Hers was the body that most of the students fantasized about. Her graduation party was epic and became a school legend when she proved that most of the guys there, indeed, could not handle her. Much of the night was a little foggy to Bell- she was also fairly new to alcohol- but she managed to hook up with one of the Junior football players, a big slab of a man-boy named Rich. Rich had some experience and Bell was a little drunk and really horny. She tried to blow him off with 'you couldn't handle me', but Rich just kept pushing. It was not long before she was on her back while Rick mauled her big tits, wetly sucking on one then the other as her folds began to flood with lubricant. When he finally condomed up and entered her, it was like some switch deep inside her was turned on! She gasped and came within several strokes, and the climax energized her so she began to thrust her hips aggressively back at the man pumping away. He was so turned on by her actions and the looks of this busty beauty squirming at the end of his cock that he came sooner than usual. She came again when she felt him climax, and again as he pulled out of her, falling to her side. Belle lay there feeling like she just mainlined caffeine. She was wide awake and tingly. She wanted to feel that again. She tried to get Rich to respond, but he groggily demurred. Bell went to the bathroom to freshen up and rejoined the party, trolling for another chance to experience what she just experienced. She found a group of assorted jocks in the kitchen and quickly became the center of their attention. She had been a virgin until thirty minutes ago and had never really had a boyfriend before, so she was not sure what to do here, but let her instincts guide her. She took the biggest guy in the group, not even knowing his name, and led him to an empty room. A minute later and she pulled the jock on top of her. The guy's name was Ted and he was not nearly as experienced as he acted, or as large as Rich. She fucked him to his exhaustion and had a few more of her own climaxes. As he lay beside her, she played with her hard clit and got herself off a couple of times to finally take some of the edge off. Rejoining the winding-down party, she used the gossip machine to find another target - someone not currently seeing anyone but rumored to be good in bed - and hitched up with Tommy. Another football jock, Tommy was a big man that quickly succumbed to Bell's attention, intrigued by her challenge that he could not handle her. Minutes later, Tommy was on his back as Bell straddled him and was pounding towards her first climax, hair and tits flying wildly as her toned body rode his meaty cock. She was really getting the hang of this! "Umm, do you like this Tommy? Do you like your big cock in my hot cunt? Fuck me, Tommy! Fuck me harder! You feel so good, stud! God yes!" She tried to keep up a line of patter, but it lapsed into repeated phrases like 'oh god', 'yes', and 'fuck me' as she neared her orgasm. She moaned and tensed as it began, clenching every muscle in her tight body before releasing it in a gush of fluids. Tommy was astonished to see that she came already, and more amazed that it just seemed to rev her up. She looked in his eyes and smiled. "That was great, now, let's do it for real!" and she kicked it up a notch. Tommy rose to the challenge and began to thrust up into her, catching a flailing tit with a large paw and massaging her just above her mons. She squealed with delight and shuddered through a small one even as she added a twisting motion to her hips. The new motion caught her in new places inside and sparked her to new heights. She began to twist and turn her hips as if trying to sharpen Tommy's pencil. His eyes crossed, his body tensed, then he blew his wad into the condom. Not being totally inexperienced, he was able to maintain himself long enough for Bell to come again and they rolled apart for a while. Bell leaned on his big chest and played with his chest hairs. "So, big guy. Think you could handle a blow job?" Tommy was not a stranger to oral, but usually the girls offered it as a prelude to sex. When he nodded, Bell kissed him with enough tongue to make his cock stir. Bell cleaned him up then worked her way down and took some time to stroke him as she took a minute to examine it close up for the first time. "Ummm, Tommy, I am going to eat your cock until it comes all over me!" as she began to lick his head and the bottom of the shaft. The taste was... different. Not like anything she could think of, a bit salty and tangy, but of course, she had cleaned off most of the fluids. She tried to remember her reading and varied what she did. When he would tense or groan, she would do more of it. If it did not seem to have a response, she would not do it as much. It was not long before he was hard enough to fuck again, but she decided to suck him to completion just to see what it was like. It took a few more minutes of action with her mouth, tongue, lips, and hands to bring him to climax. She was unprepared for the experience though, and some of it went down wrong and most of it got on her face and chest. She coughed and sputtered for a few minutes, which broke the mood, but made her more determined to do better. Over the next couple weeks with him, she did get better. In fact, she got really good. She also learned that anal was OK, more or less, once she got used to it. Yeah, her party pretty much proved that most guys couldn't handle her. Collegiate Bell was a new woman yet again. By now she had perfected herself in every way she valued. She could quickly size up a man and bend him to her will almost without thinking with her flashing eyes and mouth-watering cleavage- now up to a full 'F' and barely needing the support of her bra. Her blow jobs alone were better than sex with most other women. She could nearly tie a knot with her vaginal muscles and enjoyed bringing a partner off by just sitting on his lap and milking him with just her well-trained pussy. Orgasms empowered her rather than tiring her out so she could fuck four men to exhaustion and still want more. She took classes in anything she could that was physical - rock climbing, dance, martial arts, weightlifting and usually embarrassed the others by how easily she excelled in most of it, even while maintaining an impressively high overall GPA. She even managed to work being a cheerleader into her schedule. She did not even try to be captain, but was once again the center of the group. It drove guys crazy that she never seemed to want for partners, but they could not figure out what the key to her bed was. Money did not seem to unlock her, nor did sports prowess. She would date the biggest geek on campus for a month, then toss him aside for a third-string basketball player, who was soon replaced by an overweight nobody, who in turn would get dumped for... whoever caught her eye. Women hovered around her, even though she was not a lot nicer to them. She totally avoided the whole Greek thing and ran solo. Going to a club with Bell was a sure way to score with the hot guys that got all worked up over watching her dance, then would crash against her barriers and rebound into their arms. Hell, just watching the guys get brainlocked watching Bell's huge tits jiggle on the dance floor was worth the price of admission! Going shopping was even more interesting. First, she only allowed the 'hottest bitches' to roll with her when she shopped or went to the spa, so that was a coup in itself. Next, using a combination of flirting, sweet talk, touches, carefully calculated reveals, bitchiness, firm requests to see a manager, or out-and-out force of will, she always got the best service and prices. It was a rare trip when Bell paid full price for anything - she often never even broke out her charge card. Collegiate Senior Bell became even more convinced of her superiority over womankind when she was recruited for some acting and modeling. In a classic move, a scout saw her at a local diner and was captivated enough to leave a card, which she leveraged into him paying for her meal. She had so many men run this sort of scam on her that she usually just discarded the card, but this time something about the quality of the card made her at least check the web for more info. Soon she was doing trial shoots on still and video film which led to a couple spreads for a regional clothing store and a few commercials. When the major men's magazines began to call, it just fed into her already over-inflated ego. She turned them down, figuring she could go further faster without that sort of baggage. Besides, she could always call them later. One small example of the kind of woman she had become was the fact that she did most of her working out in her apartment, but still went to the gym to find fresh meat and to show off her perfection. It turned her on to know that men and women alike were staring at her. It made her wet to know that other attractive women there were measuring themselves against her and found themselves wanting, or watching guys go through a cycle of trying to ignore her, to staring, to lusting, to working up to asking her out, to realizing how inferior they were to her, to withdrawal... but still lusting. Bell's world was shaken at her 22nd birthday party. She had looked forward to the one thrown by her fellow cheers. They threw cool parties and lots of the best guys attended. Besides, she anticipated great gifts! At first, she just noticed the quiet good-looking guy on the corners of the crowds. Probably what intrigued her the most about him what that he legitimately seemed to be ignoring her- not the mock ignoring that most guys did around her. His behavior sent a sharp spark of heat into her brain. 'Nobody ignores Bell Walker!' She began to game him, trying to get into his line of sight, trying to catch his eye with her massive, well-displayed cleavage. It did not seem to be working- in fact, James seemed more interested in some game on his phone than in anything else. Upstaged by a phone? This was an outrage to Bell! She sat beside him without looking at him to see what he would do. Without a glimpse at her, he stood up and found a new seat. Later, she managed to be in a conversation with someone else that meant pressing her sweet ass against his shoulder. He shifted away. She followed, he grunted and left again. Damn him! She would have thought he was gay, but she had seen him looking at some of the other cheers- mere girls that she outclassed in every way- hair, skin, muscles, legs, ass, and of course, tits. She decided on a more direct approach. "Hi. I'm Bell." She had him in a corner, nearly smothering him with her bountiful bosom. "Yeah, I know. Excuse me." He tried to duck and leave, but she shifted position to block him. "What is your problem?" She asked. "I'm just trying to be nice." "Look, Bell, I'm just not interested, OK? I've heard about you, and I just don't need or want that kind of drama in my life. Besides, I doubt I could handle you." He said with a slight crooked grin. How dare he? How DARE he say something like that to her! Wasn't she worth a little drama? Hell, wasn't she worth a LOT of drama? She WAS drama, damn it! She was the High Mother Goddess of Drama and Perfection! Mere mortals like him should be on their knees kissing her perfect feet! But- if she showed this, she would lose the game, and she never lost. The actress in her rose up. "I know, right?" She said in her most angelic voice. "Who needs drama? I just wanted to talk to someone I have not met before that looked interesting." She sold it with sweet innocent looks that would make any parent give their child a pony. He softened, and Bell knew it. She got him to talking, getting him to introduce himself as James Mendelson, then to sharing a drink in a quieter room, them sharing his chair as she felt his cock against her bottom, then to deep kissing. "So, do you want to go somewhere and see if you can handle me?" James was unlocking the motel room door, not quite sure how he ended up here, but well-remembering the sensation of her delightful chest overflowing in his hands. His cock was as hard as he ever felt it, and her warm hands on it felt like a hellish heaven as he fumbled with the key. They were shedding clothes as they fell towards the bed, and James was between her legs tasting her delicious juices before the last of the clothes fully hit the ground. Bell made appreciative noises. Any cunnilingus was better than none, but James was just not that experienced at it. She shifted positions on him and began to give him a blow job. She kept it toned down since she knew her real deal would make him blow too fast. She grabbed one of her favorite kinds of condoms from the collection in her bag. (She had, by this time, tested nearly all of them and had definite favorites.) She did her well-practiced trick of rolling it on with her mouth and sucked a bit longer to get him good and hard, then pulled him under her into her favorite cowgirl position, and the games began! Bell knew that if she got him off too early, even if she scored several orgasms from him, he would be done for the night, so instead she used her arsenal of tricks to keep him hard and cool him off when needed. She'd fuck him hard, then slow down and offer a big hard nipple to his lips while squeezing the bejeezus out of his cock with her vaginal muscles. She would squirm to maximize her pleasure, knowing that this combination of movements did little for him. In short, she fucked him over good for nearly an hour. Can't Handle Me When Bell was damn good and ready, she allowed him to cum, and the poor boy released his very essence into the condom. Bell thought things felt really wet down there, but was still horny, so she just began a slow spiraling motion that would get good old James nice and hard again for her. It took several of her tricks to get him back in the running, but when she did, she just plain enjoyed herself on his fuckstick for a while before he came again, rather weakly. After sex, Bell usually followed one of two plans. Play with some of her large toy collection, or find another stud. "You were right, you couldn't handle me, but you done good. Bye, stud!" She left James in the room to find another guy, but if she had waited a bit, she might have noticed James removing a clearly broken condom with a look of fear on his face. PART TWO Annabelle Rae (Walker) Mendelson had been married to James now for eighteen years as their son, William, had recently celebrated his birthday. The plan was to get married before he was born but William ruined their plans by being a few weeks early. They fudged their anniversary date by a month so William never knew he was born just a bit out of wedlock, so this had been their anniversary party. Newlywed Bell had not wanted to get married, have an abortion, or have a kid for that matter, but came to appreciate James' good qualities during their 'engagement', and both sets of parents applied different kinds of pressure and help to 'make things right'. Even though she was a Boss-level Queen Bitch, Bell still had a decent streak deep down. She put her degree and emerging modelling career on hold and threw herself into being a good mother and spouse. For his part, James was a great husband and father, although it was hard for him to ignore the looks his spectacular wife drew everywhere she went, or her easy flirty nature and style of dress- the left-overs of her years as a manipulative bitch and in her mind, teasing guys was harmless fun. 'Young mom' Bell had played her role well, and was actually pretty fulfilled in most ways. James made enough money that Bell rarely had to work and even then, just when Billy was in school. She was a good school mom and den leader, and later was always at his games, with his dad at her side most of the time. Her mostly hidden vain bitch side usually showed as a competitive streak. Her classroom cupcakes were visibly bigger and better decorated than the other mom's. Her cub scouts did more than the kids in the other dens. Her cheers were more physical and a lot bouncier than the other moms... even if the other moms had bounce to offer. Will's birthday parties were always just a bit 'more' than the other kids. Through it all, Bell made sure everyone knew she was the best and hottest woman in the neighborhood, and probably the state, if not the world. 'Mother of a high school student' Bell and James learned to handle William's school mates having instant crushes on her, even as Billy became Will and the other boys got older and the puppy love turned to full teen lust, and 'the boys' hung at their house more often and Bell wore just a little less than she really should have. James knew things were messed up- they had been for most of their marriage. Sure, to a casual observer, everything probably looked fine, but they did not know the deeply-rooted touch of bitchiness Bell nurtured in her soul. One way James was able to gauge Bell's bitch-level was the names she used. He was James most of the time, but Jim if she was upset, or Jimmy if she was being a bitch... or was in a playful mood. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference. He was Jimmy a lot lately and she was not in a playful mood often. 'Wife of eighteen years' Bell's sleepless and unsatisfying night after their party and sex led her to make a decision. She would get what she wanted, what she needed, what, if she was being honest with herself, she craved. One way or the other she would get satisfaction. Bell took her shower, luxuriating in the sensation of the hot water on her taut skin. She reveled in the pleasure she got lathering her thick nipples or the thick lips of her tight and baby-smooth pussy. As she dried and primped, she carefully checked for grey hairs, wrinkles, or other signs of aging. At thirty-seven, she knew things could deteriorate if she was not careful, but between great genes, diligent effort, and sheer luck, she was as radiantly gorgeous as ever, deserving to be looked at, to be adored, to have everything she wanted. She cleaned the house and set the stage in the living room. Since it was a Saturday and James had drunk some at the party, he was sleeping in. Will had spent the latter part of the night at a friend's and was not due home until supper. Poor James had no idea she was lying in wait. He got up, did some chores, and they generally passed the rest of the morning as usual. She fed him a delicious lunch, as usual, and had an ice-cold beer waiting for him in the living room. "We need to talk." James felt a shiver running through him and his balls shrivel. Thoughts flooded his mind faster than he could sort them out- she's having an affair she wants a divorce she wants more from me than I can provide she oh god this is going to hurt so much I love her so much I do not deserve her and she knows it... He took a shuddering breath. "About what, dear?" "I want more out of my life." Oh god, it was what he was afraid of, she was having an affair, she wanted a divorce, she was unhappy, and it was his fault.. In the end it was all he could do to raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" He thought he was able to keep the whine he felt growing in him out of his voice, but she heard it, and in a deep part of her soul, it made her angry, both at him and at herself for what it said about her. "Let me say my piece all the way through before you say anything, OK?" He nodded, trying to not think the worst, to not let the tears out. She took a breath, as if to center herself. "I know you know that I am not perfectly happy. I hope you understand that while this is not the life I wanted that I AM happy with most of it. I love you, and I love William. I love being a wife and mother. So far, so good, right?" He nodded. "The problem is... Darn it, no matter how much I have rehearsed this bit, it sounds... wrong. "OK, We both know that I really like sex. That I love sex! And I think you know that I have a much greater capacity for sex than you do." Seeing his expression, she hurriedly added, "Not for love. I know you have a deep capacity for love, and I do love you with all I am able to give. I just like plain physical sex. We've talked about my life before, how much I slept around, even after that night with you. I know it bothers you that I was like that, and I suspect you know I still am and have always been a very sexual person. I would also bet you've thought that I've had an affair a time or two?" He slowly nodded before looking down in shame. "I have never been unfaithful to you. I may have pushed some boundaries, touched a little more than I should have, or let a kiss linger a bit, but it was never to hurt you. OK?" He nodded, a bit mollified. "I don't know if you knew this, but most of the time, after we have had sex, I have gone into the other bedroom and, uh, did myself some more." They both blushed at this, but James nodded quietly. "Yeah, I sort of figured you knew. I'm sorry, honey. I know this sounds cliche, but it is not you, it's me. I've just always had this massive capacity for sex, and I have never found a single guy who could completely fill me up. It is not like I have some sort of addiction. I don't NEED sex to live, I just miss the feeling of being completely satisfied. "And that brings me to today. Will's graduating, and when he's away for college, I'll need more to fulfill me as a person. I'm planning, with your approval, to try to get back into college, and maybe even look into modelling again, but that's a different discussion. Right now, I want to take on a different project. You." James waited for her to continue before he figured out that she meant that HE was the project. He looked at her with troubled eyes. "You are a good man, a great father, and a better husband than I deserve, but I should have been working with you more closely to help you become all you can be. Honey, I am sorry I did not realize this years ago, but I've been really selfish. I have taken every opportunity to improve myself, when we could and should have been working together to make us both better people." Now James was sitting up and listening. "So, beginning now, I propose we work on a plan together to make both of us better, healthier, happier, and more satisfied, successful people. I'll shut up now and listen to you." "Ummm... wow. This is so not what I planned on doing today, and it is so not where I thought you were going with this. You know, I always thought that you hooked up with what's his name across the street and was the reason they got divorced." "You mean the Mastersons. Yeah. He was a je... an interesting man. I admit, I found him attractive and he did get awfully handsy. We were in a bad patch then and it felt really good to push the boundaries with him and get both you and his wife all hot and bothered. I've felt bad about that ever since. I hope you can forgive me." They talked for about another hour after that. Bell sat next to James and was stroking and reassuring him. They both cried a lot and laughed a bit, then began to work on some ideas. "I agree with you that we could be making more money as a family, and doing more with it, and I agree that getting your degree is a good idea. I am not as sure about you getting back into modelling..." He noticed her expression and hurriedly added, "But I am willing to discuss it further. Now, you've not really addressed the elephant in the room. Bell, you deserve to be completely satisfied sexually, and not by your own hand. There has to be some way we can make this work as well." "I am so glad to hear you say that." Bell smiled as she gave James a big hug. "I have had a few thoughts about just that." PART THREE Annabelle 'Bell' Rae (Walker) Mendelson looked at the recently remodeled bedroom. It had been a month since the big meeting. It took them a week to lay out their goals and dreams, the foundations of their Big Plan. Then there were things to set in motion- supplies to order, shopping to be done and appointments to be made. Under the 'working smarter' part of the plan they had an initial meeting with a financial planner and got James a new tailored suit to help his impact at work. A trainer helped them set personal fitness goals and routines to follow (James was focused on general fitness and cardio-vascular work, Bell's was for maintenance since she was more fit than the trainer.) They purged lots of junk foods from the kitchen, got her enrolled for the next college term, and more. As they made the Plan, Bell was stunned to find out that it was she who could not handle the truth. She learned that she had never really worked at making her a better lover in the sense of providing her partner what they wanted, just on making herself as sexy as she could. She had learned how to get a guy off effectively, but she had done it for her own pleasure, not to maximize their mutual pleasure. She learned that James had fantasies and things that he had tried to share with her, but she never really listened, being so assured that she did not need to change or adapt. Nonetheless, they hammered out a plan for their sexual sides. The broad strokes were that they would work on helping his endurance and slowing his climax, while also helping her achieve as many as possible in the most ways they could each session. One result of this discussion was the remodeled bedroom. Many of the interesting changes in the bedroom were hidden- sturdy attachment points for cuffs and slings and such, a large TV screen and DVD player hidden behind a cabinet door, a newly built closet that looked just like the existing one but was filled with costumes and toys, and locked. A new saddle vibrator sex machine was sitting inside a hollowed out bedside table ready to be rolled out whenever needed, and discrete but not quite hidden wireless cameras were tucked in key locations around the room. A new paint job and different lighting made the room far more warm and romantic than the old 'beige box' was. A couple new pieces of furniture that could be used in several fun ways finished the room off. James was sitting on the bed holding what was basically a dildo attached to a reciprocating saw. "Are you sure about this?" Bell smiled one of her devastating smiles at him. "It got great ratings on Amazon and some of the sex forums." The tool plugged in, and there were a variety of attachments for it and other toys in the new closet or bedside drawers. Bell shed her negligee and lay back in the bed. She looked like an angel with her blonde hair spread on the deep red satiny bedspread, almost glowing in the new diffuse lighting. The two kissed until Bell's nipples rose, then James kissed his way to them and began to suckle, alternating one finger-sized nip then the other, and took his time to kiss and lick between and around her giant, firm breasts, relishing the salty tang of her skin. He began to lick and kiss his way lower. Two key guidelines in the 'mutual satisfaction' part of the Plan called for James to be actively involved in most of Bell's orgasms - working the tools, touching or holding her, or whatever it took to be physically and emotionally supportive during these times, and that as far as they could manage, he would give her the last orgasms of the session so they could have a good post-coital cuddle. One of their ideas was to bring Bell off a few times orally to start with, a task he always relished since she tasted wonderful. They had started watching instructional videos and James tended to his 'homework' so his technique was improving. He alternated broad soft tongue strokes with pointed tongue attacks on the outer lips and massaging or teasing what his tongue wasn't touching until she became nice and juicy. At that point, he began to play with her clit, gently bite her lips, and generally up the attack. She was always responsive so it did not take long for her to clench her strong thighs around his head and cum into his mouth. He blindfolded her with a soft scarf, took up a feather and set to work on bringing her to a softer climax by stimulating her erogenous zones. He focused on her her ears, neck, armpits, backs of her knees, navel, feet, and other areas as she moaned and grew goose-pimply. He did things like feather-stroke the very edge of her aureole, then blow softly on it while caressing her hair around her ears, or using the feather on her sensitive skin between her navel and her mons while stroking the sides of her waist. The combination of sensations soon brought Bell to a nice shivering peak. Now that she was warmed up, it was time to up the ante. He grabbed the AC-powered vibrating dildo and used a positioning pillow to line things up comfortably for her. He carefully slipped it into her, feeling just a bit jealous of the plastic-y shaft, but also a bit nervous about the whole thing. First, with her guidance, he just slid it in and out to get things settled in, then when she indicated she was ready, he turned it on the the lowest setting. The machine moved the dildo back and forth with some vertical rotation added in and had a variable speed trigger. Per their Plan, James was in charge of the machine and she would let him know how it was going, so basically he was fucking her with more power. He felt like grunting. It only took a couple minutes for Bell to start asking for more, so James ramped up the speed. Bell's hips began to move and grind on the tool, and her nipples tightened up again. She had not even broken much of a sweat as she signalled for more. James felt like strapping on goggles and a hard hat as he dialed it up another notch and began to swing the tool side to side and in circles. That did it! She began to gasp and clutch at her breasts and thighs. She reached for the tool a couple times, but he kept it from her grasp. He started to saw it in and out as she built up to a big one. He felt confident enough to back things off a bit, much to Bell's dismay, then re-attack aggressively to bring her back up nice and close. He repeated the pattern until Bell growled at him to cut it out, fingers grabbing at the sheets hard enough to turn her knuckles white. He girded his loins and wielded his mighty tool to bring her to a nice thrashing climax. He powered back to the lowest setting and let her ride it out, keeping her at a slow simmer. "Oh, yeah... this is going to work just fine! Let's do that again!" James had Bell get on all fours and got the machine going again. This time, he varied the speeds and depth of penetration, then grabbed a well-lubed vibrating dildo from the nightstand without telling Bell, and began to work it into her perfect ass. Bell squealed with pleasure, bucking and grinding into the action. She soon had her fourth and fifth sweaty orgasms for the night. She signaled for a break so James got her a warm wash cloth and a glass of white wine. They lay in the bed sipping wine and eating small munchies as they necked. She began to nibble on his neck and lips, then slipped down his chest. He had been at least partially erect the whole night but he quickly hardened as she got closer to his cock. James was a bit larger than average. Bell always told him that was not important and seemed to enjoy giving him head. She gave him an enthusiastic blow, but not her best since neither planned for him to cum quite yet. She used her hands to massage him and work in a mild numbing lubricant designed to help delay his orgasm before laying back and opening her legs to him. James started slow with steady strokes and rubbing her body with a stimulating oil, increasing her skin's sensitivity just a bit more, making her shiver under his strong fingers. It felt like sex with a different woman since they were mixing things up so much. They had never really discussed their sex life much before, so he was re-learning what she liked and did not like so much. His mission was to speed her up a bit and slow himself down some so they were more in sync. She began to take in small gasps as he sped up a bit and they used their hands to help manage their respective peaks, mostly focusing on her clit and nipples, but roaming over both their bodies. James felt like things were going great. She was moaning and squirming and he felt like he could go on forever. For once, he felt like maybe he was her equal and he began to smile, feeling a sense of real accomplishment. He was approaching his own climax and pulled out before dropping to his knees and sucking at her hot, wet pussy, bringing her to a pretty solid sixth high. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and flipped her over before taking her from the rear, spanking her tight ass playfully as he pulled her deeper on his cock between swats, laughing giddily. It was all taking a toll on Bell. The variety, the toys, the lubes and other aids had brought her to great heights, and the knowledge that her loving husband orchestrated it all reverberated in her head as she came again and again on his cock, finally triggering his own release, made large by the pattern of highs and lows she brought him through. He came so fucking hard his ears began to ring and his vision went a little brown, and she was cumming right along with him. He sagged down into the thick carpet, and she rolled off the bed to lay along his side as they waited for their heart rates to slow. Can't Handle Me She gasped. "That... that may... have been... the best... sex I have... ev-ver... had." He could only nod his head, and hoped he would survive long enough to take a shower before collapsing. PART FOUR Annabelle 'Bell' Rae (Walker) Mendelson watched the film from their first 'post Plan' night like a coach reviewing her team. She saw how he reacted to her and how she reacted to him. She noted that there were times when she was pretty demanding, and saw his expression near the end when he was laughing, and she regretted that she was a bit too involved at the moment to appreciate it with him. She rated their performance as a solid C+, with an E for Effort. They accomplished the main goal, mutual satisfaction, with some room for improvement. He was obviously uncomfortable with the power tool, so they would try the dildo saddle next, or something a bit less 'construction chic'. She also felt that she would probably benefit from a little more warm up, so her big finish with James inside her would be even bigger. They probably should have used toys for a bit after the rest break to get her back in a higher gear. Some of this would come as James kept up his workouts and better diet, some would come as they worked on their verbal and non-verbal communication- like that bit where she was just trying to get him to slow down and prolong things, but he mis-interpreted it and stopped altogether for a little too long. But mostly, the incredible blonde busty toned sex goddess was satisfied, and happy. They had taken a leisurely shower together, and fell asleep in each other's arms, and she felt no desire to 'finish herself off' for the first time in too damn close to two decades. She sighed and stretched and had a glow the rest of the day. 'Mother of a college student' Bell was still the hottest, sexiest, MILFiest mom around, but the other women did not feel quite so intimidated, quite so unable to handle her. The last few girls Will brought around were genuinely welcomed. Her clothes got more socially appropriate and Will and the neighbors no longer had to deal with those overstuffed, undersized bikinis, to Will's chagrined relief and his friend's disappointment. James was doing significantly better at work, without even really working harder and she was doing well at school. They were able to help Will with his college costs more than they had ever hoped for, barely touching their working moneys or investments. James was shaping up and was already benching almost as much as Bell could. They were also developing hobbies together and separately. James and Bell had mad, wild, extravagant sex at least one night a week. The fact that satisfactory sex for her usually meant a couple hours set aside for the task limited their ability to do it on work nights. Nonetheless, that number steadily increased as the Plan grew to fruition. By the time Will finished up his first year of college, James' flexible hours at work and his improved stamina meant that the two lovers often made love in different rooms and at any convenient hour. They put the toys and slings and chairs through their paces, and James had eaten pretty much every food imaginable off or out of her at some point. They invented the 'Orgasm Game' in which James scored for every orgasm he brought her to outside of the actual sex acts. They played their first round at the movies when he casually lay his hand on her thigh, then began to move it around a bit. She patted his hand, giving him encouragement. Soon he was following the edges of her skimpy panties under her light dress and she was cooing lightly, leaning a bit heavier against him. Quickly double checking their privacy, he slid his hand ever so slowly along her smooth thigh, slipping under the fabric as he did so. He loved feeling her shiver like that, and the tactile sensation of the goose bumps it raised. For several long teasing minutes, he just stroked around and right up to her panties. She agonized over removing them until James finally began to stroke lightly on the fabric. She had to bite her lip lightly to keep from moaning out loud. They felt her covered folds grow damp. James began to massage her lower lips through the thin material, pressing it into her as much as it would allow. She shifted her hips again and spread her legs more to allow better access. As the action on the screen picked up, James slowed down and teased her with broad, soft pressure and gentle movement on her entire vulva. It felt wonderful, but she wanted to just grab his hand and shove it all the way in, for crying out loud! He kept teasing her with alternating speeds, pressures, and attention to her lips or hard clit through most of the movie. Finally he worked a finger under the edges of her wet panties and she nearly came from sheer relief. He had to work at it a bit to get enough room, but he finally slowly sank his index finger deep inside her. He just left it there at first, then began to squirm it around before working his ring finger in as well. He worked up some speed, just enough to barely hear her make little squishy, slurpy noises and her hips began to move. Then the evil man used the side of his hand to apply pressure to her waiting clitoris and she slapped her hands on her lap to hold him there as she shuddered through a strong but nearly silent orgasm. Hearing gasps or chuckles around them told her she was not as discrete as she thought she was. With the help of James' fingers that were still gently moving, she had another smaller climax. Contrary to their usual movie behaviors, they sat through all the credits as she came down and recollected herself. It took them a couple near-misses to work the kinks out of the Game, but it had become one of James' favorite parts of the Plan. He upped the ante by getting her some 'stay in place' toys like Ben Wah balls or a small vibrating egg that used a remote he kept in his pocket. One time, they were at a play when he excused himself to the restroom. When he returned, he sat behind and to the side of her without her knowing it and triggered the remote to the lowest setting. He almost laughed when he saw her jump just a little bit, then again when she tried to discretely look around her. He played 'hot and cold' with her, turning the buzz up as she looked closer to where he was, then down as she looked away. The little minx figured it out, though, when she caught him in the corner of her eye. She began to milk the game, turning it back on James. She would slowly move her head towards him, then snap it back towards the stage, then quickly shoot a fast look over her shoulder and back in a heartbeat. James was struggling to not laugh as he gave in and moved next to her. As they left, he ramped her up and finished her off by hand in the car while still in the parking lot. Something else they discovered was mutual grooming. Bell had kept herself either completely bald or just wore a small patch 'down there' since college. She usually did it herself or when she and a girlfriend would have a spa day. One day, James surprised the hell out of her when in the middle of a pleasant session of cunnilingus, he stopped cold. "Hmmm... stubbly, huh? You know, I never really thought about how you did this... Come on." He brought her to one of the 'sex chairs' and had her get comfortable as he excused himself for a minute. When he came back, he had a bowl of warm water, her shaving cream and razor, some oil and lotion, a washcloth and a couple towels. "Now, Mademoiselle, we weel shave vou's beautiful poo-say," James said in a terrible French accent. "First, ve prepare zee area, like zo." He gently rubbed some warm oil in, making Bell sigh and relax. Then he laid the almost hot washcloth on her and let that sit there as he massaged her whole groin region gently. "Voila! Now, zee foam." He squirted some foam on his fingers and worked it in, adding more as needed. "Zen, zee ra-zor..." He scooted in to get a good view of the job, carefully taking small strokes and washing the blade after each. He had her shift position a couple times to reach everything, and even had her raise up to do around her rosebud. Every time he cleared a strip, he would stroke it to make sure it was smooth, and it was driving her crazy. Whenever she would have an involuntary motion, he would stop for a moment, taking extra time cleaning the blade or something. After the agonizing teasing, he was finally done. "Now, zee washcloth again," and he used the warm water to carefully clean everything. "Ve vill check to make zure that ve did a proper job..." and he used his tongue in broad strokes to verify that she was properly denuded. "Zee Grande finale! What iz Mademoiselle's plezure? Zee lotion or oil?" He rubbed the selected still warm oil on, making sure to work it in carefully, getting her all squirmy again. She pushed him over and fucked him hard then and there, not caring that she spilled the water on their carpet. She repaid the favor the next day, ever so carefully grooming his cock and balls, and cleaning up some stray patches, like the thatch on his shoulders. They ended up getting some easy to wash 'oil-safe' sheets and larger bottles of body oils to lube one or the other up for wrestling or just slippery foreplay. (They made the rookie mistake of lubing the both of them once. They changed tactics when they both pretty much squirted off the bed.) The hidden cameras caught much of their activities during this period, and they greatly enjoyed reviewing the action but James added still photography to the mix, belatedly realizing just how much bell liked to pose sexily. It started with their little 'point and shoot' digital, but it was not long before they had a decent digital SLR. They even took a photography class together and had framed photos of some of their nature or architectural shots in the other rooms. The more private shots often got blown up and mounted in places that offered some protection from prying eyes- inside the cabinet or closet doors, for example. A big one of her all nice and oiled up on a black satin sheet was prominently displayed on the inside of the main closet door. James all oiled up and posing like a Greek god was inside the toy closet door and the two looked great together when both doors were open. James jokingly referred to them as 'Beauty and the Beast' although he was pretty proud of how he looked lately. One of the greatest tools they had discovered was fantasy play. In one story, James guided her through the imagery of a skiing trip in the early spring. Most of the crowds were gone, and the days were cold in the morning, but surprisingly warm in the afternoons. Their skiing had brought them to a clearing off the beaten path where the trees blocked their view of the lodge or runs. The sun shone warm on them as they kicked off the skis and kissed while unpacking their picnic. After eating, they lay back on a big back of fluffy recently fallen snow, luxuriating in the warm high-elevation sun. They were peeling layers off one by one, and Bell was laying back on her jacket, huge breasts covered by a thin thermal top and a couple straining sports bras as James leaned over her and began to kiss her and massage her breasts. As her nipples struggled to dent the confining material, he slipped off her top and the bras so he could chew on her nipples. They relished the sensations of her thick rubbery nipples between his lips and teeth and she was soon shuddering in pleasure and the tingling sensation of individual snowflakes drifting on her hot skin. James a small handful of snow and rubbed it on whichever nipple he wasn't chewing, sending shocks through her body that seemed to terminate in her clit. They slipped off the rest of their clothes as they kissed each other all over. James was soon at her hot pussy, alternating his licking and sucking with drizzling soft snowflakes in it to cool it off. It did not take long for her to reach a shivering orgasm, and James just kept pushing her to another, then another until she was a hot moaning mess. Then he climbed into position and thrust himself into her welcoming folds. The intimacy of the sex was enhanced by the sensations of the warm sun, cool breezes, and dusting of icy flakes on their sweaty bodies. It was as if all of nature herself was working to bring the two to a powerful climax. Afterwards, the two lay there until they cooled off a bit too much, at which time they adjourned to a nearby and conveniently empty hot tub for Round Two... and Three, then their room for Four and Five. James had a hidden talent for this and Bell would feel like she was really there, especially since James used a little crushed ice and their recently installed Jacuzzi to make the story feel more real. Bell tried, but she just was not as good at storytelling as James was. She reflected about the personal growth that showed. It was not long ago that knowing there was a sexual activity she was not a master of would have infuriated her. Very happily married Bell was devastated that she had never considered fantasy and role playing as part of her tool kit before, when James brought it up. It just reminded her again that she never really thought about the mutual pleasure of her partner before. They had accumulated a nice assortment of costumes, wigs, and props for different games. Annabelle checked her school uniform one more time. Black hair in pigtails? Check. bubblegum? Check. Thick red lipstick? Check. Pink bra visible under tightly tied white blouse? Double check. Ultra-short plaid skirt, sexy lace panties, stockings, and adorable white tennies with pom socks? Check, check, and check. She knocked on the Headmaster's office door. James wondered what the hell was going on. He was in the den working on stuff when someone knocked on the door. When he opened it, he was stunned at the sight of the tall, incredibly sexy vision he saw before him. It was obviously Bell, after all, it was in their house and there are not a lot of tall, gorgeous women with size H chests, but the dark hair and outfit made him pause. 'In character' Annabelle looked shy and dug a toe in the carpet. "Mr. Headmaster. They said you wanted to see me?" It was all James could do to not laugh. He cleared his throat. "Yes, Miss Walker, correct?" She nodded in a teenager-y way somehow. "Come into the office and have a seat. Now, what seems to be the problem?" "Well Sir, I'm not entirely sure. I know I have been having problems focusing in class lately, but there was also that incident in the cafeteria." "Incident?" "Yes sir, when my blouse slipped and I sort of... flashed everyone?" "Ah, THAT incident. I see. Well, ah... " It took James a moment to figure out what to do next. "Yes, Right. So, according to the Student Handbook, I believe this calls for some capital punishment. I believe ten spanks are in order." Bell's eyes opened wide at this for a moment. She planned on seducing the headmaster for grades but she could roll with the blows, pun intended. James moved to a straight chair and pulled it in the middle of the room then sat down. "Well, young lady? We don't have all day. Assume the position." Annabelle laid over his lap. James gave her a quick slap on one tight buttock. "Come now. You know better than that. That will cost you another spank. Drop them. Now." Bell shuddered at the forcefulness of his voice. Annabelle stood up and made eye contact with James and she slowly, sensually slid them down her long silky legs. "Please Mr. Headmaster! Be merciful! I beg you!" She called out as she bent over, enjoying the sensation of James getting hard against her crotch. James gave her a hard, but not overly painful slap on one side. Annabelle squealed a little but otherwise held her tongue. "Tsk tsk tsk. Miss Walker. Did you forget to count? Let's try this again." Whack! "Two!" Annabelle yelped. "Now, Miss Walker. We count starting with one. Try again." And he smacked her again. "One!" "Better, my child, but form and decorum are important. Remember, this is for your benefit. You will say my name, then ask politely for another so you may learn your lesson properly." He swatted her again. By now both cheeks had a nice glow and Bell was feeling squirmy again. "Two, Mr. Headmaster. May I have another?" Swat! "Three, Mr. Headmaster. May I have another?" Swat! By the time she got to nine, she was feeling it on both her ass and her cootch and James was rock hard. She stuttered out her request for another, then another and finally hit the last of the count. "Very good, my child. I do so hate to have to resort to such actions, but we must maintain our standards, mustn't we? Here, now. Stand her for a moment." He left her there, unsure if she should... or even could, pull up her panties. None of the strokes really hurt, but the cumulative effect was... uncomfortable. "Here we go." James came back in carrying some supplies. He dabbed her with a cool wet cloth. "I am sure you have learned your lesson. There is no reason to extend your pain. Can you sit, child? Here, try the couch. The leather upholstery may feel better than the cloth of the other chairs. And do let me take your panties. I doubt they will feel good against the sensitive flesh." He got her in a half-sitting, half-reclining posture on the big couch in the study and served her an ice tea. James stepped back and looked at her, as if for the first time. "I say, Miss Walker, you are a... healthy... child, aren't you? You say you have had problems focusing on school as well? Can you tell me more about that?" Annabell squeezed some tears in her eyes. "Oh, Mr. Headmaster! It is so hard some days! I mean, these big boo..., um... my chest gets in the way so much, and the other boys always stare at it. And I get so turned on... er, I mean... 'distracted' during class. Especially when the teacher is as handsome and strong as you. Oh... I apologize Mr. Headmaster! I didn't mean to be so forward!" "Ummm, I see. A young woman for whom puberty has been so... 'generous', and whose nature is to be free and active, not cooped up in a classroom, perhaps?" Annabelle nodded. "Well, perhaps if we were to, as it were, take the edge off one's appetite? Would that help do you think?" Annabelle nodded harder, large breasts bouncing along. "It would be quite inappropriate for me, as your Headmaster, to, ahem, 'violate' you, of course. But there are other things that may help. Allow me to demonstrate." James knelt down and began to gently blow on her overheated vulva, sending a shiver of icy need along her back. He licked the external labia with his tongue spread flat even as he massaged her inner thighs. James had a lot of practice by now and knew what Bell liked and correctly judged that she wanted a long build up. He pointed his tongue and outlined the lips as she lay more flat on the couch and one of his hands worked towards her prefect exposed navel. He began writing the alphabet with his tongue while his hands softly rubbed her legs and tummy. He lightly chewed on and pulled the delicate tissues as one hand found her hard nipples. He barely noticed when she undid her top and bra for better access. Schoolgirl Annabelle writhed on the couch under the well-practiced hands and mouth of her loving husband. It was official. He was better at stories, and she was better at acting. Still, he was darned good at this and wondered, for the first time, if she could handle him?