34 comments/ 50320 views/ 31 favorites Need Pt. 01 By: Apisto42 She had seen him at the pool during the summer. He had just moved in and was pleasant to talk to. Good looking, a little out of shape, but broad shoulders and an easy confidence that made her wonder. He was always looking at her eyes when they talked and she found herself losing her train of thought, thinking about his eyes and what was going on behind them. His eyes always seemed to have a joke tinged with sex lingering there. Playful, but she could feel (or did she just want to) that there was a dark pool of desire carefully kept in check. Oh, he had checked her out and he hadn't been shy about it either. Slow scans from her hair to feet, lingering on her breasts and hips. It had felt delightfully wicked to chat about the weather and school and summer going-ons knowing that he liked the way she looked. And that he had wanted her to know that he liked looking at her. But he had not pushed the boundary of her ring. Maybe it was that her kids were always at the pool with her. But she knew that he thought about her. His eyes. There was a flame deep in their hazel rings that made her breath catch when she looked back at him for too long. His touch had always been respectful, a hand shake when he first introduced himself. A touch on her arm when they said good bye. His fingers were always warm and dry, leaving a touch of heat on her skin when we walked away. Now that school was back in, she hadn't seen him for a few weeks. And yet she found him in her thoughts more and more. Teaching about history and talking about the personalities that had helped shaped countries she thought of his confidence in approaching her, a married woman, and just developing an acquaintance without a qualm while her kids splashed and played a few feet away. Like he knew that she would be interested and all he had to do was be there. But it made her wonder, why hadn't he hit on her? Was he not interested after all? She got hit on all the time, kids or no kids. Or was it that he knew he could have her? She was always in control - work, home, family life. But when she had talked with him and lost her train of thought and trailed off into silence without thinking about it, he would get a small smile to play around his lip. Like he knew why she had stopped talking. That she was wondering about what he was thinking about. Was he thinking about kissing her? Wrapping his large hands around her waist while he fucked her from behind? There was a party that she and her husband had to go to tonight. Just a few doors down, her neighbors were having their annual fall get together. The couples from the neighborhood that had been there a while and hopefully anyone that had moved in since the last party so they could renew friendships and meet the new people. Living in northern Virginia, there was always a high turnover rate of neighbors. Generally she would get together with the women she knew and have a few glasses of wine while her husband would talk about football with the guys out back. If she was lucky, he wouldn't drink to much or be too tired by the time they got home and she might get a quick fuck before he rolled over and snored himself to sleep. Still, she wanted to look nice for her husband. She had a new LBD, strappy black heels and the gold necklace with the diamond pendant he had given her last Christmas. Matching diamond earrings, a little red lipstick and a strapless bra to hold her up during the night was all she needed to look beautiful and good enough to turn a few heads. It was nice to be desired by other men even if they and she would never act on it. They had been at the party for a bit. Reconnecting and talking about how nice it was that the kids were back in school when the hostess walked into the room and said they had a newcomer to the party. When the hostess stepped aside to introduce him, she realized that it was him. He said hi to everyone, but his eyes locked on to her and he gave a small nod and bit of a smile. He waited until the women had gone back to talking to each other and caught her eye and made a motion to her as he left the room. She realized that he didn't have a drink yet, so as an excuse to the other women, she got up to make a scotch for him and walked out the door in the direction he went. He had gone into the library two doors down and was facing away from the door looking at the titles when she walked in. "Hi, I didn't see you get a drink so I brought you one," she said. He turned around to look at her and smiled. "I'm glad you anticipated my need, thank you for the drink." His left hand encircled her hand holding the drink as he took it from her with his right. His fingertips on the back of her hand as a way of greeting. Warm rough hands. She was staring at his hand on hers and she realized that he had stepped very close to her to get his drink and his hand was now turning hers over, his fingers moving up from her wrist to her palm, lingering there for a moment, pushing slightly as if to gauge her reaction. It made her realize that she was alone with him in the library, alone with him for the first time. She could hear her neighbors chattering in the background, but it was very still and quiet in the room with him. "So, um, how have you been?" She cursed herself for sounding like a high school girl, but she was rattled by his intensity. What did he want? She had barely spoken to the man and yet he had found some way to make her confused. She never acted like this! "Darling, I have been well. I have missed the pool though. You were always an enchanting diversion from the tedium of moving and getting settled." She looked for something to say as he raised his drink and took a long smooth swallow. She watched his lips and his throat move as he drank. She knew that scotch would burn as it went down, but he looked like he was drinking water. His eyes were on her face and that smile, that infuriating smile was on his lips as she looked back up at him. "Another scotch please," he said as he handed her back the glass, "you know where to find me." With that he turned away from her and went back to browsing through the books. As she started to go out the door he said, "You look beautiful tonight, your heels show off your legs very well." She stumbled when she heard him as she wasn't expecting him to comment on her looks. Knowing he liked her outfit sent her a warm thrill and she wondered at herself. Why? Why would this stranger commenting on her legs give her a thrill? And why was she fetching him another drink? What the hell was going on? But she got him a drink. And she went back to the library to give it to him. When she walked in, he was sitting in the wing back chair. His legs slightly spread and his arms relaxed on the chair. "Close the door so we can...," he said, "talk." She shut the door, her mind a whirl. She was married. Is married. Everyone she knew was nearby. And she had just shut herself alone in a room with a strange man! He just looked at her as she stood there, until she finally realized that he was waiting on her to bring him his scotch. She moved up to his side to hand him his drink but he didn't take it and kept looking at the space in front of him. Then she realized he wanted her in front, between his legs. She moved to that space but he still didn't take it until she had gotten so close to him that her legs brushed his pants and she had to have her feet close together. His face was only a foot away from her breasts, she could feel his breath on her skin. She didn't know where he was looking because she was staring at his drink still in her hand. Waiting on him. "Thank you," and he took the scotch. "Look at me." She raised her eyes and looked at his face. That damn smile. His eyes changing color from a light brown to almost golden, his pupils dilated black. He started at her eyes and walked his gaze down, over her lips, her throat, lingering on the diamond nestled in her decolletage, before moving lower and then back up. Her eyes made the same way down his body, his broad chest, and she gasped when she got to his pants because his other need (besides a drink) was evident with the shape hidden behind his pants. He chuckled when he heard her. "Yes, I very much like your outfit tonight Darling." He didn't say anything else, he just looked pointedly at the ground when she looked back at him. She felt herself start to kneel and her mind was a blaze with questions. What was going on? Why was she kneeling? What did he think she was going to do? He hadn't even said anything with words, but oh, yes, she knew what he wanted. It was a dream. Yes, a dream. That's why her nipples were aching and hard. That's why she was watching her hands run over his belt, undoing it, taking his zipper down. Pulling his pants down. Watching his hardening cock come into view as he lifted his hips to let her take his pants off. She wet her lips involuntarily, her pink tongue flicking out, her hands reaching for him. Feeling that velvety smooth softness with iron underneath. Smoothing the pre-cum over his head. He hadn't even touched her, just a slight moan as her fingers danced along him. She parted her lips and rubbed his cum covered head over them like lipstick, her tongue grazing the underneath of him, before opening her mouth and swallowing his head. Sucking him, running her tongue over him, tasting him. Her hands stroking his shaft, cupping his balls. Finally he touched her. His hand along the side of her face, moving back to her hair and wrapping it in his fingers. He took over at the point. Slowly moving her up and down on his cock, fucking her face. He pulled her off his cock and down to his balls, forcing her to suck them into her mouth one at a time before moving her back to where she belonged. "Good girl, that's a good girl," he moaned as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. She could feel him start to tense, his balls pulling up tight against him, his head and shaft swelling in her mouth. With a grunt he pulled her all the way down to the base of his cock, his head lodged in her throat as he started spasming, shooting his cum deep inside her. Pulling back he filled her mouth with the rest. Salty, thick, but not bitter. She swallowed his cum, sucking his dick to get the rest, pulling on his cock, milking him. She was dripping down her leg from being so turned on. From being used. Letting this man face fuck her while everyone had cocktails a few feet away. She looked up at him for approval, to see what he wanted next. Just that damned smile again, but with a hint of satisfaction now. "Put my pants back up girl," was all he said. Fuck she was wet and now he was just leaving her like this? Who the fuck did he think she was? Apparently the girl who would let him face fuck her and then put his pants back up. Still like a dream she tucked him back in and belted him. As she stood up and turned away he said one word, "Wait." She stopped. And then his hand spanked her ass. Hard. She yelped in surprise. And at the same time she could feel wetness start to trail down her thigh. "Leave it there while you go back to your friends, let them think you're hot for your husband." And with that he gave her another spank and sent her out the door. Need Pt. 02 She was so wet. Her mind was whirling. Why did this man have such an effect on her? He had just expected her to perform and she had just obeyed. It was just the drinks she had had that night she decided. And the fact that her husband hadn't been paying attention to her. For years. To be paid attention to by such a good looking masculine man. She had been fantasizing for years that her husband would be a man and take her. Show her how much he wanted her. Her fantasies always were about a strong confident man that couldn't keep his hands off her. That wanted her no matter what. Who had to have her. She was sitting there again with her friends, the taste of his cum still on her tongue. Thinking about his strong legs. His hot thick cock and how it had felt to have him use her mouth for his pleasure. It had been a mistake to forgo panties. Her worry about panty lines was now replaced by worrying about her pussy being so wet that her thighs were coated. She excused herself and went to the bathroom. She ran her hands over her thighs thinking about how he had just motioned for her to kneel before him and she did the rest without being told. Her hand ran over the short hairs covering her mound, down over her lips and she gasped as her palm rubbed over her clit. She was so ready for sex. She needed to be filled. A few quick circles with her fingers, thinking of his cock in her mouth, pulsing, his cum flowing over her tongue and she came. But it didn't give her any release. It was like an appetizer when you were starving. If anything, it made her realize how badly she needed to feel a thick cock inside her, stretching her, filling her. She tried to dry off as best she could. Washed her hands and as she left the bathroom, she ran into him. He caught her as she bounced off him and held her tight to keep her from falling. Her face pressed lightly into his chest, his arms wrapped around her. She could smell his masculine scent, musky, and it made her ache. "I told you to leave it alone." His voice was low and sent shivers down her back. His hand moved over the swell of her ass and he gripped it hard. "Tell your husband you're not feeling well and you're going home." With that he turned away and walked down the hall. She went outside and found her husband still drinking beer and talking to some of the other husbands. He didn't even look up to see her walking towards him. She had to touch his shoulder to make him realize that she was there. "I've got a headache so I'm heading home." "Okay," he said before turning back to his friends. He didn't even care she thought. He'd rather sit here and drink and doesn't care about how I'm feeling or that I just told him I'm walking home alone. She was out the door and walking to her house before she even thought to question why she was leaving the party. That man hold told her to and she was doing it? After he had just made her blow him (let him face fuck her really she had to admit to herself)? She tried to be angry about it, but it was actually getting her turned on again to think about how just letting him take control was so freeing. She heard footsteps behind her right before he was beside her. His arm went around her waist and he guided her past her house and two doors down to his. She kept glancing at his face but he wasn't looking at her. But that damned smile was back. Just a hint of it playing around. Through the front door. Into his study. Dark woods for his desk and bookcases. A richly colored Persian rug over the hardwood floor. Two floor lamps illuminating the room in a golden glow. Everything masculine, not a hint of a woman's touch anywhere. The desk was mostly bare. Just a single object laying on top. Her breath caught when she looked at it again. A thin leather crop was just lying there, waiting. Her stomach clenched when she thought of disobeying him earlier... He sat down in the chair next to the desk. "I told you to go sit with your friends and to not clean up. You didn't follow your instructions. I know that you couldn't help but get yourself off. I didn't tell you that you could." Why did she lower her eyes? She could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. Why would she feel ashamed? She was a grown woman and her body was hers to do with as she pleased! And yet here she was, standing like a child being caught doing something naughty in the principal's office. Except that her pussy was throbbing. And the ache in her stomach was demanding to be satisfied. "Take off your dress and show me what you did girl." Girl? How dare he... But her hands had already reached behind her and started unzipping the little black dress. Down to her waist and then she slowly took the straps off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. She knew he wanted her naked so she undid her bra and let that go to the ground as well. She looked up at him for approval. His eyes were on her face and then he slowly, deliberately moved his gaze down her neck, over her firm breasts, her nipples hard and tight, aching to be touched. The curve of her stomach, not flat like when she was in her twenties, but rounded from having children. The swell of her hips. She was a woman, curved and soft, everything a man was not. She stepped out of her pile of clothes on the floor and walked closer to him. Her hands running over her body. Feeling her tight nipples in the palms of her hands, needing to be touched but she had to do it herself. To show him. To turn him on so much that he would have to take her. To break that maddening self control of his. Turn the tables on him and make him do what she wanted. She was right in front of him. She saw his nostrils flare as he inhaled her scent. "This, I did this," she whispered as her hands smoothed down over her stomach. Around her hips and then down between her thighs. She gasped as her fingers ran over her lips and brushed her clit. She was soaked. She couldn't remember the last time that she had been this wet. Maybe never. She straddled the chair. Her breasts brushing his face as she lowered herself over him. She held onto the back of the chair over his shoulder and leaned back to let him see her. His pupils were dilated and she could see his thirst, but still that damned smile was there! That knowing mocking smile. She moaned as she slipped a finger between her lips, wetting it before bringing it up to circle her clit. Two fingers now. Slick with herself. Rubbing her clit in a circle. The familiar motion, the outrageous situation, combining to bring her off quicker than ever before. "Look at me." And when she did, when her eyes locked onto his, she fell into those golden brown eyes and let go. Waves crashing through her. Her mind went blank and her stomach tightened in pulses. ****** She would have fallen if he had not caught her. His strong hands on her back, pulling her to him to rest on his chest. His rough hands moving over her back, soothing her. Dipping down to run over her ass, squeezing her hard before continuing their journey over her body. Holding her with one hand, he moved the other up her neck and gripped her hair. Pulling her head up and dipping his mouth down to capture hers. She opened her mouth for his tongue, sucking it and running her tongue over his. Hard, wet kisses. Being tasted, taken. Responding to him. His hand moved back down over her ass, drawn away, then smack! A hard stinging blow. She jumped at the pain, not expecting it. She felt the tingling spread from the point of impact and before she could breath he spanked her again. "You disobeyed me," he breathed into her ear. "You know your place." He pulled her head down and to the side and her body followed along. Stretching out over his lap, feeling his pants coarsely rubbing her breasts and thighs as she laid down. She saw his hand reach out for the desk and take up the crop. Felt the tip trail down her spine. Soft leather with a hardness underneath, so like his cock. It circled over her bottom, teasingly dipping down the crack of her ass, between her legs and back up. She caught her breath as she felt the crop leave her ass, expecting it to come down painfully. But it merely came to rest gently on her again. She moaned in frustration and wondered at what was happening to her. She wanted this? She wanted to feel the sting of it? And then she got her answer as the crop whistled through the air and came down sharply. She bucked in response, the sting radiating out, going deep into her and setting her aflame. Yes. Oh yes. She wanted this. She had never known she wanted this, never could have asked for it. But yes, this was what she wanted. Feeling him punish her for disobeying. Letting go of being in control. Giving that up for someone else to worry about. She raised her ass as another blow fell, followed in quick succession by several others over her bottom. She cried out with each one, reveling in taking what she had earned. The last blow fell on her upper thighs, a new sting and she could feel that her thighs were coated from the wetness leaking from her pussy. His hands were moving over her again. Lightly rubbing her ass and back. His hand slide between her thighs and she spread them wide for him. Begging him to touch her for the first time. "You did well girl. Will you disobey me again?" "No sir." But she knew she would. Just to feel it again. His hand cupped her, rubbing over her pussy, feeling her open and wet. He plunged two fingers into her without giving her any warning. Moving them deep within her, curling them, rubbing her on the inside. Then he pulled her head up with his other hand and brought his pussy coated fingers to her mouth and slipped them in. She sucked herself off his fingers, running her tongue over them. So rough and masculine, loving the taste of herself on them. He nudged her with his legs to stand up. She could barely stand from the way her legs were shaking. Her ass was on fire from the cropping, but his hands continued to smooth away the sting as he bent over the desk. Her nipples pressed into the cold wood, cooling her a bit. His hands left her and she whimpered, wanting his touch. The sound of his zipper coming down was loud in the room. His thighs forced hers open as he stepped up behind her. She was already on her toes to lay down over the desk but he lifted further onto the desk, off her feet, holding her thighs with his hands, spreading her further. The head of his cock brushed along her lips. He ran it over and around them, up to her clit and just rubbed the head against her. Then finally she felt him enter her. The head of his cock separating her lips. Moving in small circles to coat himself in her. He was bigger than her husband. She felt him move slowly inside her, deeper, thicker. His thick cock was rubbing her in ways she hadn't felt in a long time. He would go in an inch at a time and withdraw, letting her adjust to him. Finally he came to rest. Buried inside her. He ran his hands along her back, over her waist, her ass, and he gripped her hips. Without warning he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back into her. His desire finally let loose to take her. To own her. She loved being used. To being this man's fuck. He didn't even bother taking off his clothes, just enough to fuck her. She could feel his balls hitting her lips on each thrust. His breathing strong and controlled, but with a low growl also. Each time he penetrated her, his head would rub against her g-spot. She could feel another orgasm coming on. Stronger than the last, her orgasms from fucking always more intense then any other way. Building, growing, the anticipation of it. He held onto her hips as she crested. Her pussy clenched around his cock, waves of pleasure running from her pussy up to her head, her whole mind and body being consumed in her orgasm. He gave her just a minute before moving inside her again. Harder, faster, his need now paramount. His breathing grew more ragged and she felt him swell, stretching her just a tiny bit more, an electric feeling moving from him to her. He cried out as he began to pulse inside her, pulling her tight against him and she felt her pussy flooded with warmth and liquid. It set off a smaller orgasm of her own, to know that his control was let loose if just for a moment and he was satiated inside her. He moved inside her again, slowly, gently, reminding her of how hard he had fucked her just moments ago. She moaned as he pulled out, feeling empty. Then she felt his breath on her ass, his shoulders under her thighs and he pulled her back to his mouth. What? Never had anyone done this. She couldn't believe he was going to... And then his mouth was over her pussy, his tongue laving her. Sucking their mixed cum out together. Little intense bolts of pleasure every time he moved his tongue up to circle her clit before licking her again. He left her pussy and heard him moving to the other side of the desk. Turning her over and bending down to her mouth. She opened her mouth to kiss him and when he did, she could taste them mixed on his tongue. "You did well girl. I'm pleased with you." Still with his pants and shirt on, he pulled her back till her head was off the desk. She knew to open her mouth and he placed his cock, covered in him and her in her mouth to clean. She sucked gently, feeling him softer then before, but still thick in her mouth. She milked the last bit of cum from him and rolled it around in her mouth. Relishing the flavor. He kissed her hard again. Reminding her of all that had happened. He helped her off the desk and into her dress, zipping it for her. Another smack on her ass and he lead her out the door. She started to speak but he put one finger on her lips, and said, "Don't cum again until I tell you to." Need Pt. 03 She walked home basking in the glow of the most intense orgasm she could remember. Being forced to just give up control and let him do what he wanted had flipped a switch for her that she didn't even know she had. She remembered the sting of the crop on her ass, heightening her senses. The feel of his cock pumping his cum into her mouth. Just being able to be a sexual lover without worrying about what was right or wrong. Her whole life she had been brought up with the idea that sex was only acceptable within certain guidelines. That letting your husband make love to you was right, but certain other acts were only for sluts and whore. She had been a dutiful wife. Making love to her husband. Taking care of the house and the kids. Working her job. Running the household. But she had always wanted to have more sex. She loved fucking her husband in the beginning. But it had always been mundane. And as he focused on his career and his hobbies, sex had become more and more only about him and when he wanted it. He had even told her that she thought about sex too much and that it wasn't proper for a wife and a mother to be such a wanton woman. She loved reading erotica. Thinking about what could be. Wondering if she could have such experiences. But she had shut herself off from them. It was her job and her duty to do what her husband wanted. Her friends, when they talked about sex at all, were usually complaining that their husbands wanted sex too often and they didn't have time for that. She was lucky to get sex from her husband twice a month, and often it wouldn't even be that much if he was traveling. As she washed off in the shower she mulled over the thought that she didn't feel one bit of regret. How could she not feel any guilt or remorse? She had just let a man face fuck her, spank her and fuck her to an orgasm that was amazing. All while her husband sat in the neighbor's back yard drinking with his friends. In fact, she realized that she was getting aroused thinking about the night instead. About how delicious it had been to submit and just revel in the act of sex itself. To experience a new sensation. Who knew that a little bit of pain would heighten her pleasure? That letting him put her over his knee would not be a demeaning action, but one of freedom instead? She dried off and slipped into a nightie and then into bed. She loved the feel of silk on her skin and she ran her hands over her body feeling the slippery fabric rub between her skin and her hands. A summer of flirting led to a night of new discoveries and she knew she wanted more. She wanted her husband to fuck her tonight when he came home. To be demanding and forceful and take her. He came home an hour later, went in the bathroom and then got into the bed with her. And he just rolled over to his side. "How was it? I'm sorry I had to leave, but I feel better now," she said to him as she ran her hands down his back. "You know, just talking to the guys. I'm beat hun, we can talk in the morning." "How tired are you?" she asked as she scooted closer to him and kissed the back of his neck, enjoying his scent. "Too tired for that. Maybe in the morning if the girls aren't already up." She knew they would be. They always got up before he woke up. And he knew that as well. Fuck. She wanted to feel a man on top of her. His weight moving over her. How sexy it was to feel a man pressing lightly down on her as he moved inside her. Instead, her husband just lay there and went to sleep. ********************** Two days later she was coming home from taking her husband and kids to the airport. They were going to be gone for a week visiting his parents. She found a plain envelope along with the bills and junk mail when she got the mail. Inside the envelope was a small phone. Nothing else. She knew it was from him and a thrill ran through her. She had a shiver of anticipation looking at the phone. Knowing the potential it represented. Discoveries. Exploring this newly found submissive side of herself. She took it with her as she moved through the house. Doing a much shortened version of her evening routine without her family there. Allowing herself the luxury of a bath, her long hair piled on top of her head to avoid having to dry it later. The whole time she bathed she left the phone on the cabinet. Glancing at it now and then. Knowing that it would ring, wondering what he would tell her to do. Putting lotion on her legs, working it over her body she remembered his hands on her. The way he took control of her. His self assurance that she would follow. Gods she was getting turned on thinking about him. She slipped into a thin black satin nightie, loving the way it looked with her long hair, the cleavage that showed and how it ended just short of the bottom of her ass. And then the phone rang. Grabbing it up, she noticed that the number was blocked. "Hello?" "Hello Darling, I'm glad you answered. You're alone correct?" "Yes. My family is away for a while. Just me." Fuck, she was doing it again. Sounding like a school girl. Which in a way she was. Learning about herself and what she was capable of. "I'll be over in a minute then to continue where we left off the other night." A wave of heat ran from the top of her head down to her toes. Hardening her nipples, bringing a flush to her chest and she could feel her lips begin to unfurl just thinking about him. She slipped a hand over her pussy and was surprised to feel how wet she was just in anticipation. She ran down the steps and waited in the foyer. Surely he wouldn't come to the front door. What if he did? It was already dark and she hadn't turned on the light. She left the foyer light off just in case. She wanted to surprise him by only being in the nightie, hoping it would entice him and make him just need to have her without any games. She wanted to be ready for him and she wanted to break his control over himself. Lose himself in her the way she had let go for him. Even though she was waiting for it, the knock on the door made her jump. She opened the door, standing behind it somewhat so no nosy neighbor would see that she was letting in a man when she was barely dressed and her husband was gone. He glanced at her and smiled and pushed the door all the way open before stepping inside. "I like it that you are ready for me. Your lingerie compliments your body very nicely." "I was hoping you would contact me again. I've been thinking about the other night a lot since then." He pushed the door shut and pulled her to him. His lips warm and his beard bristling against her face. His tongue on hers, his hands pulled her tight against him. He was so hard and masculine, his clothes rough on her soft skin. She loved the feeling of being taken for his pleasure and she allowed herself to melt against him, molding her body against his, her hands holding tight to his biceps. His took his time kissing her and running his hands down her body and back up again. Learning her body with his hands again. The curves that delighted him. He broke away a bit and said, "Show me your martial bed." She nodded her head and turned away, leading him up the stairs, knowing he could watch her ass the whole way up. See the hint of her arousal on her thighs. She led him into the master bedroom with the king sized bed that only her husband had ever see her on naked and she knew that tonight a new man would take her and have his way with her on it. "Tell me, did you follow my command and refrained from having an orgasm since that night?" "Yes sir." Sir? Why did that pop out? It was like she was back in school again. But it felt right. Oh yes, it felt right. He merely smiled and said, "Then you deserve what you get. You'll always get what you deserve from me. Come, take off my shirt." She stepped up to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. Kissing his chest as she exposed it. Lingering a bit on each nipples and sucking them, lighting biting them, feeling his heart speed up under her mouth. She pulled his shirt tails out and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Kissing his shoulder, his neck, stretching to suck his ear lobe into her mouth before he turned his head and captured her mouth with his own. His scent was musky and she could feel that burning ache in her abdomen increasing, crying out to be satisfied. He lightly pushed on her shoulders and she kissed and sucked her way down his chest and stomach, her hands trying to get his belt off quickly and his pants open and down. Pulling them down his cock was free in front of her, but she waited to kiss him. Instead she kissed her way down his thigh and got his shoes and pants off so he was totally and completed naked in front of her for the first time. She loved his legs, muscular, hairy, strong. He tensed when she began licking and sucking his inner thigh and she knew this was a spot to tease him with later. But first, yes first she wanted that beautiful cock in her mouth again. Licking between his balls and his thighs, she worked her way higher, pressing her face against him, smelling his scent. Running his cock along her face, lightly licking him. Kissing the large head of his cock, so soft compared to the hardness of his shaft. Getting her tongue good and wet and running it over the head and then taking him inside. Softly sucking at first, her hands running over his shaft and his balls. Feeling the weight of them in her hands. He groaned and pushed a little further inside her mouth. Wanting to please him she sucked him deeper. Gagging a little at first and then overcoming it and taking his head in her throat. He only took a few strokes and then he pulled her off him, lifting her up by her shoulders and kissing her. "Very nice my dear, you're learning." He led her over to the bed, picked her up and sat her down on it. The were at the same height and he took advantage of this to kiss her again. She loved that he liked to kiss her so much. She had missed kissing and making out and playing. Her husband hardly ever kissed her when they had sex. Mostly just enough for the formalities, not because he wanted to. His tongue was talented and played with hers, massaging it. He pushed her onto her back and pulled her legs up onto his chest. Running his hands over her calves, twisting his head to kiss and suck on the tender skin behind her knee. Working his way slowly up her thighs, kneeling down to be at eye level with her pussy. She jumped when his mouth hit the ticklish skin between her thigh and her pussy and then he blew warm air over her. His hands smoothing over her skin. She moved her hips, trying to get his mouth on her but he just laughed. "I know what you want, but you'll get it when I'm ready to give it to you." And then he smacked her pussy lips with his hands. Not hard, but it made her jump and she realized that yes, she like this too. A little slap on her pussy was something she'd never felt before. Expecting just pleasure and receiving the other side of the coin instead but still liking it confused her. What was going on with her? Why was she liking this? But she did. she could feel her lips uncurling for him, her pussy so wet she could feel it as cool air on her ass and thighs. "Please Sir." "Please what?" "Please, you know what I want." Smack. Again on her pussy. She groaned in frustration. "You didn't say 'Sir'," he told her. "I want you to say it. Tell me what you want. Say it." "I want your mouth Sir." Smack. She was on fire now. She never talked dirty in bed. That wasn't right for a wife either she'd been told. "I want you to lick me Sir." And he lowered his mouth to her pussy, sucking her lips into his mouth. Playing with them, gently biting down a little, moving his tongue between them. She could feel him enter her with his tongue. Felt it licking deep inside her. He slide his hands under her ass and lifted her up more to his mouth, causing her legs to splay even further. She loved it. Her husband rarely went down on her either. Usually just enough when she was too dry for him to fuck her. Never with the passion and evident pleasure that her new lover was taking in it. He finally circled her clit. Sucking it. Stroking both side of it. Finding which direction made her moan and move with him. She curled her hands in his hair. Pulling him tighter into her. Cresting. Crying out, her pussy clenching around his thumb which he inserted at the last second. He left her clit when she slowed down and moved back to slowly sucking her pussy. His hands moved to the back of her thighs, pushing them up and her legs towards her chest. She was lost in the afterglow of her orgasm. Just enjoying his mouth on her when she felt his tongue moving from the bottom of her pussy towards the small strip of skin before her ass. No,there was no way he was going to do that! She'd never even thought about anyone doing that! Sure she had read about it erotica before. Scandalous. Dirty. But she had always wondered what it would feel like. "Tell me what you want girl." Could she? She didn't think she could say the words. But she had already hesitated to long. Smack! His hand spanked the back of her thighs, reminding her that she had to do what he wanted. Yes. She would follow his lead. No pressure on her to be in control. Let him do it and she could just enjoy them together. "Lick me, lick my ass Sir." One last swipe through her pussy and then she felt his breath on her ass. His tongue circling the soft crinkled flesh. Softly probing. Pushing. Teasing her. Then flat and broad against her, touching every part of her asshole. She loved it. Never knew that it would feel like this. It was making her get turned on again. Feeling the need to be filled by a cock. Knowing that someone loved all of her body. Would kiss her and suck her and make her feel new sensations. "Ah, fuck me Sir. I need it. Oh please fuck me now." She couldn't believe the words had come out of her mouth. She had never said anything like that to a lover before. Always she had been the quiet passive partner, just doing what the man wanted. Never concerned for her own needs. This was freeing, to be able to say what she wanted. Knowing he wanted her to be as sexual as she wanted to be and then push those self imposed boundaries. He stood up and smiled at her. His beard wet from her pussy. His cock laying along her pussy lips, lightly moving back and forth. "Yes, you can have it since you asked so nicely." She was so open and ready he was able to slide in with barely any prep, just wetting his head and then pushing to the hilt. She felt the ridge of his head pushing deep, every time he withdrew his cock was slowly rubbing her gspot. She pulled him in as far as he could go, till his balls were resting on her lips and she held his hips. Her legs along his chest, his lips on her ankles. And she ground against him, rubbing her gspot with the head of his cock, fucking him instead of him fucking her. He slipped a hand around her thigh and pushed his hand through until his thumb found her clit. Playing with in the same pattern he had used his tongue. Another orgasm was building in her, more vast than the one just from his mouth. Centering deep in her pussy and rippling outwards, her cunt squeezing his thickness, yelling louder than she had in years. In the midst of it all, she could hear him moan and give voice himself. He cock beginning to slam into her, her contractions to much for him to hold off. She could feel his cum flooding her, feel his cock pulsing, the head expanding just a fraction more inside. They came down together. He pushed her further onto the bed, staying embedded in her. Laying down on top of her a bit. Kissing her. She loved the kissing. Still kissing her even after he had fucked her? Yes, she wanted this intimacy. Need Pt. 04 She was lying in bed, her long blonde hair spread out, her nipples still aching. Her lover had just left, but not before fucking her one more time this morning. Spanking her ass and her pussy until she was red and hot and dripping wet, begging him to fuck her. She trailed one finger between her short soft blond hairs surrounding her pussy, feeling his cum seeping out of her. Her lips still distended and engorged. Tender. She loved the feeling of him in her. Stretching her, pushing her to new heights. She loved the feeling of him still in her even after he was gone. It had been erotic when he had cleaned her with his tongue, eating his cum out of her super sensitive pussy, but she also enjoyed him fucking her and leaving her full of his cum. Marking her. This feeling of being truly fucked by a dominant, successful, confident man. Being taken and used for his pleasure, and knowing that he would insure that she was taken care of in return. Her husband had always been an "equal" lover in the past - not too aggressive, taking care of her, but not this level of passion she had recently experienced. She needed this. Wanted this. Could not stand the thought of living without it. Caring and tenderness was great for home life, but her sex life had been sadly lacking in this her whole life. She brought her wet sticky finger up to her mouth and softly sucked it. Tasting herself and him mixed together. She moved her hand back down and slide them along her lips, coating her fingers, and then rubbing her clit. Living it over again. Him driving into her, biting her shoulder, his large strong hands holding her hips, pulling her onto him with each thrust. His scent growing stronger the nearer he came to orgasm. Thinking about him pushed her over the edge again and she came with a shuddering cry. Later as she was washing the sheets, she realized that she needed to find some way to make her life work without losing this new part of her. She needed her husband to take charge more in the bed and fuck her like he needed her. Would die without her. Because that was what drew her to the neighbor. His passion for her. The easy, confident way he seduced her and bedded her. She wasn't surprised now that she had succumbed to him so easily. After all it had been months in the making. Years since she had felt passion in sex (if ever, and if she was honest with herself she never had like that). She was a beautiful, passionate woman and had needed a confident sexual man to tame her and at the same time free her to do whatever she wanted. Domination was not about being told what to do. It was being given the freedom to do what she wanted. Her family would be back later that day after their four day trip. She needed her husband to want her and take her and make her his again. **************** She dressed for the occasion. Made sure her hair looked good and just enough makeup to accentuate her features. Her girls of course rushed to hug her, telling her all about their visit and the trip. Her husband was already putting the luggage in the car. "Hey stranger, see anything you like?" "Darling, ... hey, you look great!" It had taken him a second to look at her. And then he looked again. There was something new about her he noticed. She looked vibrant. He hadn't seen her like this in a long time. He pulled her too him and kissed her. He was surprised a bit when she opened her mouth and started frenching him right there with the girls looking. "Damn, what's got into you today?" "It's what not in me," she whispered into his ear. That really got him going. "Quick girls, get in the car, it's your bedtime." She was excited. He was still turned on by her. He had missed her. God, she was soaking wet already from that kiss. She couldn't wait to get him in bed and let him fuck her silly. Her nipples were hard against her bra and the vibration of the SUV wasn't helping any either. She pulled up her skirt a bit to flash some thigh. He glanced over and she smiled without looking at him, knowing he was looking at her legs. He reached over and started running his hand up her thigh and back to her knee. The girls were talking a mile a minute, but her thoughts were focused on his hard warm hand running up under her skirt, pushing it higher. She lifted up for a second and sat back down without her skirt under her, letting him run his hand all the way up her thigh. That's when he got another surprise. She had left the panties at home. She heard him suck in his breath as his fingers ran over her slit. She was so wet, she knew the seat was damp. He slipped a thick finger inside her and then rubbed up over her clit. Her breath caught and she almost came right there - the taboo of getting felt up while her daughters were talking in the backseat, driving down the highway. A truck horn blew next to her and she looked up to see a trucker looking down and watching her husband play with her soaking wet pussy. Fuck that was hot. He was good looking and bearded - just like her lover. Her husband hadn't noticed but then he saw her looking out the window and it turned him on to know that another man thought his wife was hot. He told her in a low voice to scoot down a bit and then he flipped her skirt up so that her pussy was on display with his fingers running through it. Her mind was whirling. Her husband was showing her off to another man! Fuck, she was so close,everything about the situation was playing with her mind. He captured her clit between two wet fingers and started frigging her just the way she liked. Something he hadn't done in a long time, but apparently he remembered. She bit down hard on her hand and tried to hide her whimpers as her orgasm crashed over her, her legs jerking. She could smell her scent filling the car. The trucker blew his horn again and waved as they slowly pulled away from him. "Damn. What has gotten into you?" "I told you that it wasn't in me. Yet." "As soon as the girls are in bed, we're doing something about that." "And you have some explaining to do - showing me off like that." "I think you really liked it. And so did I." ************************ The girls were in bed and her husband was in the shower. She was laying in the bed waiting for him. Her nipples were rock hard on her large firm breasts, her pussy was still soaking wet from earlier. She just laid there and played with her clit idly, waiting on him. Remembering the last four days of fucking her lover and how hot it was for her husband to show her off to a stranger. Maybe this would work she thought. Maybe I can slowly push him into showing me off more and more and move that into letting other men fuck me. It seemed to really get him turned on. The shower cut off, he had been fast. He came into the room, his cock heavy between his legs, rock hard at the sight of his wife laying on the bed playing with herself. He covered her with his large frame and started kissing her. She could feel him line up his cock, but she wanted to tease him some first. get him to admit that he had gotten off on showing her off. She pushed on his shoulders, pulling him down to look in his face. "Lick me first, see how hot I am for you." "I thought you wanted to get fucked?" "I will, but first, lick me. You know you want to do what I want." He got a funny look on his face, but started kissing his way down her body, sucking her nipples as she held him there, switching him from one tit to the other before pushing him lower. She spread her legs for him and then grabbed his hair and pulled him into her pussy. "Lick me and do a good job." Fuck, she was on fire. Telling him what to do and making him do it. This must be how her lover felt when he told her what to do. It was definitely a mind fuck. Watching him suck her lips, pulling his head to where she wanted him. Rubbing his nose on her clit while his tongue was busying inside her pussy. Yes, he was hers to command. She wasn't giving this up - ever again. "You liked showing off your naughty wife didn't you?" "Yes," came his muffled reply sending vibrations into her pussy. "It made you hard to see that trucker watching you play with my naked pussy. Spreading my lips for him to see me." "Yes." "It turned me on so much, that's what made me cum. You showing me off to another man. Letting him see your sexy wife's pussy and how hot she was." "I loved it. Knowing he could see how hot and wet you were. Knowing he was hard and going to jerk off thinking about you later. Fuck it turned me on." And with that she had another shattering orgasm. Flooding his mouth with her pussy juice. Images of flashing her pussy to random strangers with her husband knowing she was doing. He moved up her body, kissing her and she grabbed his head and kissed him. Tasting herself on him. Licking his lips, sucking on his tongue. Needing him buried to the hilt inside her. He started to rub his cock against her wet spread lips. she wrapped her legs around him and pushed sideways, rolling them over. "I'm on top now mister, and I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." She lifted herself up, spread her lips with one hand and grabbed his achingly hard cock with the other. She sat down, plunging him into, filling her. God she missed the extra girth of her lover then. It was good, especially since she controlled it, but it just wasn't the same. She cocked her hips, feeling his cock pull her clit down each time she lowered herself on him. His breath was already ragged and she knew he hadn't cum while she had been gone. "I'm going to show myself to more men. And you're going to help me. It's going to get you so turned on that you're going to fuck me whenever I say I'm ready. It's on my time now." "Yes, I loved showing you off." "And you're going to lick my pussy whenever I say lick. You are the best at licking my pussy and I love the way you do it. Whenever and wherever I want it, you're going to lick it." "Yes, oh fuck yes, I'm coming!" And she felt him pulse inside her. Felt the extra warmth and wetness inside her. She knew what was coming next and it sent a shiver of anticipation through her. "Was that good baby? Was that what you need? To feel my wet pussy holding your cock so tight? To watch my tits bounce as I rode you?" "Yes darling, that was amazing. You wiped me out." "Well, remember what I just told you? It's time right now." "What? I thought that was just sex talk. I just came in you." "Yes, you did. And it was a lot too. I can feel it inside me. And I want my pussy licked right now." She quickly pulled off him and straddled his face. At first he tried to turn his head but she grabbed it and held him still. "You can fuck me whenever and wherever you want. But you're going to lick me whenever and wherever I want." And she sat down on his mouth. Rubbing her cum filled pussy on him. Feeling him open his mouth and start to lick her. "Suck me, put my pussy in your mouth and suck me." He did. Oh god the feeling was incredible. He really was the best pussy licker she had ever had. His whole mouth was on her pussy, his tongue buried deep inside her. She could feel his cum pouring out of her into his mouth and he was swallowing all of it. His nose was rubbing her clit and knowing that he was hers to do with as she pleased was sending her into a final earth shattering climax. She cried out, her contractions pushing the rest of the cum out of her pussy and into his mouth. As she fell off him, she realized it was the best it had ever been. Need Pt. 05 The annual New Year's Eve party that they threw every year was tomorrow tonight. Mostly the same group of people that came to all of the neighborhood parties, but she had made sure to invite her new neighbor. Her husband was dropping the kids off at thes and she had a few hours by herself which was serendipitous as she had just gotten a text from the neighbor. Her husband and daughters had pulled out of the driveway and she had slipped out the back door and gone across the back yards to slip inside his house unnoticed by the neighbors. He was waiting for her in the living room. "I'm glad you were able to come over at such short notice." "My husband just left with our daughters, to take them over to his parents for the weekend. He'll be gone a couple hours at least!" She came into his arms and he held her tight, kissing her lips and brushing her hair back. "I told him I didn't feel well and to go without me when I saw your text." "You know what I want from you." "Yes," she moaned it as she slide down his body. Feeling him hard and warm under her hands. The wood floor cold on her knees as she started to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. She could feel him hardening at her touch. So hot to her touch, soft on the outside but steel underneath the smooth skin. She loved the way she could move his skin and feel him hard and unbending. She used both hands to push his pants around and down his ass. Cupping his ass in her hands she opened her mouth and slide his length along her tongue. Smelling his musky scent, feeling his hands curl in her hair, pulling her tight against him. She licked back from the base along the bottom of his cock, twirling her tongue around his head. Tasting him, savoring his cum on her tongue before wetting her lips and taking him inside. He took over then, pulling her roughly down his cock, pushing against her throat. She loved this feeling of being used for his pleasure, knowing that he was getting off on it. He walked backwards bringing her with him with his cock still inside her mouth and sat down on the couch. He pulled her mouth off his cock and admired the string of spit that still connected them. "You are the best little cocksucker my dear. Now strip for me and tell me what you need." She loved the way he looked at her with hunger in his eyes. It made her feel positively wanton to be stripping in front of him. It reminded her of her husband showing her pussy off to the trucker. She liked the feeling of letting go and letting these men take over. Allowing her to do whatever she wanted without any guilt. Her nipples were aching as she undid each button and let her shirt fall off her arms, exposing her breasts to him. She cupped them in her hands and felt her soft skin and her hard nipples. She slipped her skirt off and turned around, bending at the waist to slide her panties off, knowing that he was devouring her ass and pussy with his eyes. "You wouldn't be showing me your ass like that if you didn't feel like you needed a spanking. Come here and tell me why you need one." She laid across his lap, brushing her nipples over his strong thighs as she did so, feeling his hard cock rub against her stomach. She loved the feeling of his hard muscles against her soft skin. She reached under to hold him with one hand, lightly brushing over his cock as she emulated his hand on her ass slowly fondling her. "I let my husband show my pussy to a trucker on the highway while I played with myself. He stayed next to us the whole time while I made myself cum." Smack! Smack! Smack! "You were being a naughty girl. I did not give you permission to show yourself off." He dipped his hand down over her ass and between her thighs. Smack! He spanked her pussy lips, hard. She jumped, feeling the sting of it and not realizing just how much it would turn her on. She bucked against his thigh and he did it again and again. Making her lips swell and turn purple. "You liked showing yourself off." She just moaned, moving against him, wanting to feel his hand again. "Answer me!" Smack! "Y.. Yes, I did, it made me so fucking hot, just like you're doing now!" His hand came down hard on her ass, first one cheek and then the other, over and over, turning her skin not pink, but bright red and hot to the touch. Then he moved down to her pussy and spanked her hard and on the last smack of his hand he slipped three fingers into her sopping wet lips. She exploded in an orgasm that she wasn't expecting. It washed over her, radiating out from the heat of her ass and her pussy. She clenched around his fingers, moving her hips uncontrollably, forcing him deeper inside her. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to her mouth, slipping them into her. She sucked each finger clean, liking the way she tasted but more, the feeling of being owned by this man. She would do anything he asked. He pulled off his shirt and brought her up with him on the couch. Holding her close and running his hands along her back. He kissed her, slipping his tongue in her mouth, tasting her on her tongue. "Do you want to tease other men in front of your husband?" "Yes. It was so exciting. Knowing that he was showing me off and getting turned on by it. Later he fucked me and I told him that he could show me off anytime he wanted." "I'm glad that he is willing to share you like that. Maybe soon we won't have to hide that you are mine to do with as I please." "I don't think I'm ready for that." "We will work him into it. You can show off for him when you like. But no one else is allowed to fuck you except him and me." She liked him telling her that. It sent a thrill through her to be claimed by him. She hadn't exposed herself to anyone else since then, knowing that she needed to tell him first. But oh yes, she was going to tease her husband by flashing strangers. He picked her up and had her stand leaning over to grasp the back of the couch. She grasped the soft leather, feeling that something new was about to happen. Her desire was rising, knowing how he had made her feel in the past. She was still dripping wet and she could feel her juice dripping down her thighs. He put his thick thighs between hers, forcing her to stand farther apart. "I'm going to take something from you now for flashing your pussy to a stranger." She moaned, wondering what he could do to her now that he hadn't already done. She felt his breath hot on her pussy, his tongue separating her lips, licking deeply into her, moving up to capture her clit and tease her before plunging back into her. His hands pulled her lips apart, allowing him to lick even further. She was so wet and her ass was still on fire from the spanking. He moved up from her pussy and she felt his tongue circle around her asshole. Broad strokes of his tongue laving her ass, pushing. Then the tip of his tongue was in her, pushing deeper while his fingers started playing with her clit and his thumb entered her pussy. She realized that he was prepping her ass for his cock and she shuddered. "There's no way it will fit, it will rip me." "It will. And you are mine to do with as I please." His tongue went back to circling her ass. Pushing every so slightly into her before withdrawing and rimming her some more. She was as nervous as she had ever been, but his fingers on her clit dancing in time to the motion of his thumb was pushing her higher and higher combined with his tongue. She had never had a rim job before and she was loving it. Giving up that part of her to him. Letting him take over. She loved the feeling it was giving her. So dirty, something she would never have thought of her husband doing. This was why she let him take her. He gave her the freedom to just be a sexual woman with no thought of what was happening, allowing everything to happen without any judgement. His tongue was deeper in her, pushing against her in all direction when she felt his thumb leave her pussy and travel up to her ass. "Relax," he said as he slowly entered her with his thumb. "Ahhh," she moaned as for the first time someone penetrated her ass. "Tell me you like it." "Yes." He bit her ass hard. "Tell me you like it." "I like it, yes, I like it, it's so ... bad." He pushed further into her until his whole thumb was in her. Stretching her. Pushing down and out, loosening her. Her mind was ablaze with the new sensations and feelings. How had she became this woman who would let this man she barely knew sodomize her? Because she realized with a start that she had no intention of telling him no. She was actively wondering what his large thick cock was going to feel like. Filling her. Taking her last virginity that she had never thought of giving to anyone. He stood up behind her, still moving his thumb slowly, gently in and out of her. Taking one of her hands he placed it around his cock and leaned forward to brush it against her lips. She took him and rubbed him around her pussy, getting him wet and then guiding him inside her. She felt so full with his thick cock inside her soaking wet pussy and his thumb in her ass. She had of course heard stories of DP before and had never understood how any woman could do that or want it, but this? Oh yes, this was giving her thoughts about it. She loved the feeling of being penetrated in her ass and pussy at the same time. "Damn, you look so beautiful like this darling. I love seeing you take my cock and being able to feel it with my thumb." He was gently rubbing his own cock through the wall of tissue between it and his thumb! She was groaning now, sweating, wanting more. His cock was right against her g-spot, her own fingers on her clit and she could feel the crescendo of her orgasm rapidly approaching. She was cumming faster with him like this then she ever had before. This was why she had given herself to him. To be dominated like this, to give up herself and just feel. She cried out and he felt her ass and her pussy clenching him as her orgasm rolled over her and he held still for a moment to let her have it. He gently began fucking her harder as she came down, her breathing fast and hard. "You're ready now aren't you? You want me to fuck your ass." It wasn't a question but she answered him anyway. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck my ass with that beautiful thick cock you have. Take me." He pulled out of her and placing his cock along side his thumb he quickly pulled his thumb out and slipped the head inside her. "Fuck!" she screamed as she felt his head plunge past the entrance. He stayed still, just the head inside. She could feel her ass contracting around his cock, spasming as it adjusted to being invaded. Never had she felt anything like this. It wasn't pain, he had loosened her up enough to get past that. It was the oddity of it all. Her body had never felt this before. She pushed back against him, telling him that she wanted more. She wanted to feel his full length inside her. To be utterly debased and let this man fuck her ass hard as payment for showing herself off without his permission. To be used. That was it. To let go of herself so much that whatever he wanted was what she wanted in the moment. To know that he was going to take pleasure from her any way he wanted and in return that she would be taken care of as well. He started pushing deeper inside her ass, savoring the feel of her tightness squeezing him, loving the sight of her hips spread out before him. His cock slowly sinking deeper into her with every push. She heard a noise and realized that she was grunting along with every push and pull of his cock in her ass. She was covered in beads of sweat and her breath was coming faster and faster. Her hands had left her clit long ago and she held onto the chair for support as he fucked her, picking up speed. Her nails pushing into the soft leather like he was pushing into her. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it felt so good to her. She could feel waves of pressure coming from deep in her ass as he was finally taking long fast strokes all the way in before pulling back so just his head was in and doing it over and over. His balls were hitting her pussy with every thrust, reminding her of the pussy spanking he had given her earlier. Setting off more sensations. She wanted this, yes, she wanted this again and again. She felt him swell inside her and knew he was close. She heard his now familiar guttural groan and whispered "fuck" as he started spasming inside her, filling her ass with his cum, taking the longest hardest thrusts he had done yet. Knowing that she had performed for him and that another man had taken her ass and loved it set her off again. He cried out and shuddered yet again as her own orgasm forced her ass to squeeze him over and over. He couldn't have moved if he wanted to and she loved feeling him tight against her ass, filling her. He laid over on top of her and kissed her neck and her back. "You did very well darling. Very well indeed. When your husband gets home, I want you to make him lick your ass to sooth you. You're going to need some tender care." Her eyes glazed over as she imagined forcing her husband to lick down from her pussy to her ass. To swipe his tongue around her sore ass and sooth it. Yes, that would make her cum again, having that power over him. She understood why her neighbor loved to take her. She wanted to tease her husband and make him hers the same way. As he withdrew she whimpered a bit. She didn't want him to pull out, it left her feeling empty in a way that him fucking her pussy never had. She smiled to herself then because she knew that she would misbehave again to be "punished" like this again. And soon. ************************** When she got home she slipped into the shower, letting the hot water run over her body, washing away the sweat and the smell of him. Her body was still tingling from the sensations of being spanked and losing her anal virginity. She knew her husband was going to be home soon and she wanted to be fresh out of the shower and ready for him. She soaped her breasts, rolling her nipples in her palms and remembering what his rough muscled thighs felt like when she rubbed her nipples over him. His cum was leaking out down her thighs and she took her time cleaning off. How had he fit inside her ass she wondered as she washed her ass. Her fingers playing with her asshole, feeling it still tender and loose. Soft. Aching a bit. And wanting him again inside her. She was finishing drying her hair when she heard her husband come in the master bedroom. "I'm in here," she called out to him as she turned off the hair dryer. "I wanted to be clean and ready for you when you came home!" "You look delicious darling." "You're about to find out. Get out of those clothes and get on the bed." She loved watching him get naked in a hurry. So different then the controlled smooth way of her neighbor. With him it was all about her doing it for him. Her husband on the other hand was more eager to please her. Which was a nice change that she intended to encourage compared to the oblivious way he had been in the past. He was on the bed, naked and she liked the fact that he was already hard for her. But first she wanted his tongue and to make him do what she had been told to do. She got on the bed and pushed him onto his back. Rubbed her breasts up his chest, kissing his skin, licking his lips and then whispering in his ear, "Tell me how delicious I am." She straddled his face, teasing him for a minute by not letting him be able to touch her. "Tell me about beautiful I am." "You're gorgeous baby. So beautiful." "Tell me how pretty my pussy is." He was shocked! He had never heard her say anything like that before. It turned him on so much to hear her talk like that. "You have the prettiest, most perfect pussy I've ever seen darling." She rubbed her pussy on his face, smearing him with her liquid. She loved being in control of the situation. So like giving up control to her neighbor in the context that she felt safe. So different because she was controlling the situation. Two sides of the same coin that both ramped up her pleasure. "Tell me you love my scent." He breathed in her scent, loving it, savoring it. Until the past few weeks he had been so inattentive. This was reminding him of how sexy he had found her when they first meet. And he loved the way she was willing to do anything now with him. It had driven him crazy with lust to make her show off to the trucker. He couldn't believe it at the time that she was going along with it. He had replayed it a thousand times in his head and he wanted more. "Your scent drives me wild and i can't wait to be inside you. I love your scent, it is the best smell in the world and ..." She cut off his words by smothering him with her pussy. Rubbing her lips against his, grinding her clit against his nose. She felt his tongue slip between her folds, so hot and warm inside her. Fuck he was good with his tongue. Getting it deep inside her, she could feel his swipes against her g-spot. Not enough to get her off, but definitely enough to get her close. And what she was planning was going to get her off. This was just an appetizer to get her close. She got his face for a minute before turning around and sitting back down, facing his hard cock. She loved it that both her lovers were well endowed, not to long and both were satisfiyingly thick. Girth was what she liked, feeling stretched, full. She was lucky that both were what she liked. She shivered as she thought about what was coming next. So fucking dirty. So wrong. But oh how she wanted it. "Tell me how much you love my taste," she said as she sank back down onto his face and his tongue. He couldn't answer right away as he was too busy sucking her lips and her juice into his mouth, moving his tongue all around inside her pussy. He loved her taste, it was so feminine and light and it made his cock pulse to have her on his mouth like this. "I'll take that for a yes, you like it very much," and she laughed knowing that he was hers. "Tell me how much you love my ass." And she cocked her hips, taking her pussy away from his mouth and feeling his tongue slip from her lips, over her soft skin and then fully on her ass. He jerked in surprise. He had not expected this! Ever. Never in his life did he think that she would want anything done to her ass in the bed. He had never even entertained thoughts about it, figuring that it was way too taboo for her. He was amazed at how soft her asshole was. How his tongue slipped over the skin and the different textures there. Soft and then rubbery, loose as he licked over her. "Inside, push your tongue inside," she commanded him. He was glad that she had been in the shower. Obviously she had planned this. He was aching from being so turned on by her. She loved seeing his cock jump and pulse with his excitement. Pre-cum was oozing out with every twitch and she decided to have a taste of her own. She had spent too many years not getting to enjoy his cock whenever she wanted to and now she intended to have it whenever the mood suited her. She reached out to smear the cum over his cock head and loved it that he grabbed hold of her hips to keep her ass in place on his mouth. He was really getting into and it made her so hot to feel his tongue soothing her ass. Her lover had really stretched her out and left her sore and her husband's tongue on her ass felt so good. Warm and soft, licking all around and in her ass. She wondered if he could taste any of her lover and decided if he hadn't said anything yet that he hadn't noticed. It really turned her on knowing that he was licking her after she had been fucked. Now though she wanted to have him in her mouth, tasting him, feeling his spongy head and the hard shaft. She licked all the cum off his head and squeezed more out, sucking it into her mouth and savoring the taste on her tongue. He moaned into her ass and the vibrations went right to her clit. She sucked harder hoping to make him moan again. Her saliva ran down his shaft and onto his balls and she rolled them around in her hand. Need Pt. 05 She jerked as she felt his thumb on her clit. Fuck, now she was moaning around his cock and it was making him swell up even more. She pushed back on his tongue, forcing him deeper into her ass, moving her ass in circles to get more stimulation from his thumb on her clit. Harder and faster she sucked his cock, loving the feeling of his head hitting the back of her mouth, the hard shaft sliding along her tongue, the taste of his cum on it. She started coming around his tongue in her ass, almost the same feeling as when her lover was fucking her ass. Not as strong, but still pulsing from deep in her abdomen, the pleasure from his thumb on her clit only adding to the feeling instead of coming from there. Her contractions pushed him over the edge, knowing that she was getting off on from his ministrations to her ass. She swallowed his cum as it poured out, sucking it hard, feeling his balls get tight and contract. She couldn't remembering him coming this hard in her mouth every before and she reveled in the feeling of power that she had over him. With one last suck she pulled off his cock and said, "Thank you for that." He merely gave her ass more gentle licks, moving down a bit to take her pussy back in her mouth and suck. She liked knowing that he loved her taste and she gently pushed back to let him know that she liked it. But enough, she was exhausted and just wanted to sleep in his arms now. Slowly she lifted off him and turned around to cuddle with him. Kissing him, letting him run his hands over her body. "So sleepy." "I loved doing that for you. And your mouth was amazing on me. Thank you for letting me cum in your mouth." "Anytime, I love sucking your cock. And I loved your tongue in my ass. I wish we had done this years ago."