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You Asked?

By: hotwife32sd



Dear Hal,

I've been trying to relax this morning and write to you. Maybe writing will help me put things into perspective. I have to stop my destructive sexual behavior! Trouble is I cant!!!

I've decided I'm going to do it. I can't stand to pass this up. I love my husband SO much but I have to do this.

Ever since Nick told me what they wanted to do I have been trying to prepare myself. These two gorgeous studs can get all the young girls they want so I got to work a bit harder at 37 now. I'm so horny that I masturbated by our pool this morning. Good thing we have a fence!

I've been working on my tan every day for the last 4 or 5 days. And I am going to have my nails done in a little bit after a nice hot bath. I have some really nice lotion that smells really nice too.

I have a new tube sundress picked out. It's short, black and tight across my chest. I have a nice pair of heels too that make my legs really look good, especially with the tan.

How did I end up in this situation?

Where do I start?

Well you asked so let me back up about 6 months.

It was this past January 2009 and my best friend Kearstin and her husband Dave threw a big party at their house.

Kearstin is a high school teacher and my best friend. We have known each other forever it seems. Both of us are bisexual and have been lovers for years. We both have huge sexual appetites for men but love each other too. We have shared many experiences over the years since high school and college. Our husbands do NOT know. There is something about a woman's touch that a man just cannot satisfy; enough about that for now.

Like me she is a brunette. She has a killer body, better than mine I think. She is shorter than me but our body types are similar.

Anyway, at the party Kearstin introduced us to a really nice couple, Shannon and Gene. Dave had some business dealings with Gene and they became friends. We all hit it off really well that day. Gene is a successful executive and Shannon runs their surf shop near the beach and sells beach ware (bikini's!!) and surf boards.

Shannon and I hit it off really well too and over the next few weeks we had lunch and went shopping together a few times. Kearstin even joined us on a few days out and we had a few "girls nights" too. Fun!

About a month later we threw a big back yard party at our house. At some point, and I don't know how it started, somebody brought up surfing. Well, somebody asked Shannon if her son, Nick, was still giving surfing lessons.

I had not met their son Nick but I'd already heard gossip at our parties about just how cute a stud this young Nick was. Kearstin told me he was in her class at the high school and even commented he was the hottest senior in the entire school.

You know how parents sit around at parties at talk about their kids. Well I learned that Nick had turned 18 in January, was a senior in high school and a star athlete on the swim team. He was competing for an athletic scholarship to UCLA. In addition to the athletic promise at UCLA he was doing some modeling too. When Shannon told a funny story about how he had to shave all his body hair so he could glide through the water, Kearstin whispered to me just what a bronze god he was at 6-4" and 200lbs. She said he kind of looked like a very young Lorenzo Lamas. Oh wow!

Anyway, back to the surf lessons. Somehow surfing came up and somebody in the group suggested that we should all go. When I admitted I had never surfed Shannon offered to have Nick teach me lessons. The group really teased me hard. I really didn't want to do it, partially because I'm scared of the water and also because the water is kind of cold and you have to wear a wet suit. California ocean water is not warm like Florida ocean. If you "Google" southern California news you can read about a man in Orange county who died from a great white shark bite--very rare-1st death in about 50 years. I know my fear is irrational but its real to me. Anyway, back to the story.

I listened to them chat and learned that Shannon had an old RV that she let Nick use each Saturday for his teaching lessons. He carried all the student boards to the beach every Saturday morning and gave lessons to about 5 or 6 students.

My husband piped up right then and said I should finally learn to surf! After all Kearstin was a Georgia "Peach" too but she had been surfing. I didn't want to at first but with peer pressure from Shannon and everyone else there, I finally relented and agreed to at least "try" it.

Shannon told me that she would get Nick to give me a free introductory lesson and if I enjoyed it then I could sign up with him for a their "surf school".

That next week I went to see Shannon at her surf shop and we had lunch. We were quickly becoming really good friends. She had the most amazing selection of surf gear in the shop. And, did I mention bikini's?

I bought a couple of new ones from her. Small, sexy, bright string ones. She joked that they would roll back the clock on my marriage ten years.

That very next Saturday morning I gathered my courage, kissed my husband Jeff goodbye and went for my very first surf lesson!

Greek God! Surf Stud! Hunk! Super Model! OMG the stories were true! Nick was the hottest young stud I'd ever laid eyes on. 18 years of age, tall with dark wavy long hair, deep blue eyes and a perfect smile. I loved that ripped tan body. And yes he was smooth just as Shannon said. He was the California rugged surfer type for sure. No wonder his modeling career was starting to take off.

Well, I scored a huge FAT "F-minus" at surfing that day.

But I scored straight "A's" riding Nicks "long board" in the back of that RV!

He was kind of shy at first and even said he had stuff to do but how quickly he changed his mind after I stripped off that borrowed wet suit and showed him the new string bikini I had just bought from his mom. I just stripped it off right there on the crowded beach, right in front of everyone! I told Nick I bought it to turn back the clock on my marriage. You should have seen his face when I asked him if he thought it would work.

What a tiger. I think we both came 3 times before it was over. I was "hooked", "in love", whatever. The sex was incredible.

Afterwards I felt guilty when I told everybody how much fun I'd had at my "surf" lesson. I felt so red faced when I discussed it I was scared it would be obvious something was up. Luckily nobody caught on.

My husband was so excited for me that he wrote me a check to give to Shannon for the surf lessons that very afternoon.

I felt really guilty that week when I dropped by the surf shop and gave Shannon the check. I guess it showed on my face because when I handed it to her she asked me if anything was wrong.

Here I was handing a check, written by my husband, to my new best friend, for her son to give me surf lessons. And I knew that he was going to fuck the HELL out of me after every lesson!

Well I got over my guilt and wow did I enjoy those "lessons"!

He has amazing stamina.

I taught that young boy how to really treat a girl and I turned him into the best pussy eater in San Diego county!

Needless to say he was a very eager student! We did everything a man a woman can do, oral, anal, everything. Even after the next 5 Saturdays were up I continued to make excuses to my husband and friends so that I could meet Nick down by the beach for an afternoon of "fuckin" in that RV.

Nick and I couldn't wait for Saturday sometimes so I met him after school during the week too.

It was such a turn on for me to have sex in that RV, parked by the beach with all those unsuspecting people around us on that crowded beach. I felt free but it was so naughty it drove me wild! I fantasized about people looking in catching us.

Well after a few weeks Kearstin kind of knew something was up and she pressed me hard. We had been lovers for so long that she knew me like a book. I finally gave it up to her and admitted my affair with Nick.

She was shocked and angry that I'd fuck the son of our new friends! 

But I could tell she was really getting turned on because she kept asking questions about what he was like in bed.

I never did tell you what Kearstin and I did in Florida when we both went looking for real estate and found ourselves in the middle of "Spring Break 2009" did I? Well she loves younger men too. I think there is a new term for older women who love younger men. I heard it on TV and I think they call us "Cougars" nowadays.

Nick and I kept up our affair. After I'd confided in Kearstin she made me promise to meet Nick at other places and stop the afternoon trysts in the RV. She said all it would take is for Shannon or Gene to "drop" by and catch us and then the shit would hit the fan!

Nick and I would send each other text messages of where to meet and when. After he got out of school we'd meet at the beach in either his car or mine. Sometimes I got a hotel but if my husband was out of town I had Nick come by our house. That was not too smart but I risked it anyway. The sex is that good!

Nick's very open minded and we "role play" some. He loves it when I talk to him during sex telling him my fantasies; having his friends watch us next to a campfire on the beach. OMG it drives me wild to think of those young studs, jerking those rock hard young cocks as Nick fucks me doggie style in the glow of the fire.

Oh yeah, and my ultimate fantasy, to be gangbanged on the beach by him and his friends! He loves it when I tell him that one.

All spring Kearstin and I continued our usual "get togethers" as we have for years. We both come SO hard when I told her stories about Nick and I. 

And I knew he turned her on big time too. I could see the envy all over her face.

One day I even confronted her that I knew she wanted him too. 

She denied it saying it was only fantasy for her. She was his high school teacher and would be fired for sure if it ever came out.

I dropped it at first but then two weeks before Nick's graduation I brought it up again. I told her he deserved a very "special" graduation present. A threesome with US!

In our pillow talk I knew Nick was very adventurous and his ultimate fantasy (of every man and boy of course!) was to have two naked horny women in his bed at once.

Well it took a bit of talking but she finally gave in! I set it up and hinted to Nick that I was going to give him a very special graduation present. 

By this point we'd even told each other we loved each other. Deep down he knew it wasn't forever and I certainly know it isn't-he is half my age.

The Saturday before graduation I had Nick drive the RV and park along the coast highway in front of the State Park.

My husband Jeff was out of town on business and Kearstin told Dave that she and I were going to LA to shop. We told our husbands we planned to spend the night in Santa Monica and have a girl's night out!

Kearstin and I even had an early lunch with Shannon! We had asked her along for the trip knowing she couldn't go but there was something so naughty about eating lunch with her and all the while knowing we would both be fucking her son that night for his graduation.

Kinda naughty huh?

Kearstin and I were both so wet we could barely eat lunch. She was especially nervous as she had never really cheated on Dave-I don't count!

She almost backed out that afternoon right after lunch with Shannon. But a wet kiss on her neck from me and those hard nipples gave it away. She was in!

We rushed home and dressed to the nines! Short skirts, heels, hair done right and perfect makeup. We had made sure to tan alot so we would both have deep tan lines, a fetish Nick said he had from looking at the old 80's porn magazines. Whatever, it was worth it for us.

Kearstin confessed she was scared to death. I'll admit I was nervous too!

You should have seen Nicks face when he opened the RV door! 

He kept addressing Kearstin as "Mrs. Stephens" at first but he dropped that fast when he knew "WE" were his high school graduation present!

The night was amazing. That stud fucked us in every way imaginable. We went on and on until the early morning hours when our bodies were so tender we had to stop!

I must admit I was a tad jealous of Kearstin when I saw the way Nick looked at her. The way he devoured her stacked body with his eyes as she undressed in front of him for the first time. We put on a little "strip tease" for him and made him watch us in a 69 action before we let him join us. Did I mention that stud has stamina! It was awesome.

That very next Saturday Jeff and I sat right next to Gene, Shannon, Kearstin and Dave at the graduation ceremony. Kearstin and I exchanged winks when we all stood up and yelled for Nick as he crossed that stage.

Right after we sat down Dave leaned over and handed a check to Shannon. What's this for she asked? Surf lessons! He said that since I had enjoyed my lessons so much Kearstin should learn to surf too!

What a summer this has been! Imagine this young stud having TWO husbands paying him to fuck their wives!!!

As I alluded to you earlier Hal, Nick called me this past weekend. I was really upset when he told me he'd told a friend about us!

I know how young guys talk way too much!

Anyway, when Nick said he'd sent his friend pics of me and said the guy was almost jacking off in front of his computer immediately, I almost came.

So his best friend is coming down and they are going to camp in the RV in the campgrounds near a famous surf spot not too far away.

His friend is a famous young actor who just finished a season in one of those really hip "reality" TV shows. What a stud he is too. Just after Nick told me his name I was on Google drooling over his pictures!

Nick knows about most of my past sexual experiences and is OK with it. 

With my husband in New York this week is perfect. Nick gets what he wants. His friend gets what he wants. And .........I get what I want!

So, I've been trying to relax all morning and write to you. I'm going to do it. I SO love my husband but I am going to let those two young studs do anything they want to me and I'm going to fucking LOVE it!

Oh, one more thing. I haven't told Kearstin yet. I think I want these two studs all to myself for now!

Bye babe I got to go get ready or I'll be late!

Think about me ok?

Love,

Nancy

You Asked for It



From: Alana

To: Darrell

Subject: You asked for it

Hey, hun. I still don't understand why you asked me to do this, but I told you I would, so I did. 

Yesterday when we talked on IM, you wanted me to play with some of my toys and tell you about it. You know DP is one of my fantasies, but I didn't mean DP with a vibrator and a butt plug! Now, if it was your cock and a butt plug, that might be a different story...

So anyway, last night after my kids were asleep, I shut myself in my room and took out that kit you gave me. You know, the butt plug kit. I couldn't stop laughing when you gave it to me. Three sizes of butt plugs, a vibrator, and lube. The only time I've used any of that stuff was the day you gave it to me. The day we used it together. The first time you fucked my ass.

It's been a few months, but I haven't forgotten any details of that day. You showed up at my door at exactly 12:30. That's one of the things I like about you; you're always right on time. It was the first time you'd been to my house; the other times we'd gotten together, you paid for a hotel room, but there were none available that day. At least not early enough for us to use. So I showed you around my house and then up to my bedroom.

Do you remember the look on my face when I opened my very late birthday present from you? I couldn't believe you'd actually bought me that butt plug set. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised; we'd tried to do anal sex before, but I'd always been too nervous and too tight for you to get into. So you talked me into opening the box, and we lubed up the smallest plug. You slid it into my ass. I thought I was going to scream; it hurt, but it felt good at the same time. 

Then you went down on me. I have to say, I've never been with anyone who's as good at oral as you are. I came almost the instant your tongue touched my clit. It was absolutely amazing! We fooled around; you ate me, I sucked you...

And then we changed the butt plug, moving up to the next size. I didn't think it would fit, but the first one had opened me up enough that the second went in pretty easily. We kept playing until I told you I was ready. You took out the plug and lubed your cock, then slowly, carefully, you entered my ass for the first time. It felt unbelievable when you fucked my ass... I definitely want more!

Which you probably know, which I guess is why you asked me to do this little chore for you. Well, chore probably isn't the right word, but you know what I mean. 

So back to last night. I made sure I had a towel over my bedspread; I definitely didn't want to get lube all over the place. I lubed up the smallest butt plug and lay on my back, legs spread wide and pulled back toward my chest. It was the only position I could think of that would allow me to insert the plug. I put some lube on my asshole too, to make it as easy as possible to get the thing in. I breathed deeply to try to relax, but I couldn't relax completely.

It hurt at first, but I moved it around and finally got it at an angle that didn't hurt so much. I slid it in slowly, but with the lube, it went in fairly easily. It felt strange, since I hadn't had anything in my ass in so long, but strange in a good way.

With that in place, I took the vibrator out of the box. Still lying on my back, I turned it on and ran it along my slit. When it touched my clit, I trembled. I wanted to hold it there for a few minutes, because I knew it would make me cum, but that wasn't what you'd told me to do. You wanted me to DP myself, and I was curious enough to try it.

So I slid the vibrator into my pussy. With the butt plug in, it felt strange, but in a good way. I always kind of thought my first DP would involve at least one other human, but maybe this was good practice.

I pretended you were there, anyway. I pretended it was your hand moving the vibrator in and out of my cunt. It felt so good! I wanted more, I wanted your cock, but of course it was just me there with my toys. 

Good thing I have a good imagination. I closed my eyes and imagined you were there. The vibrator became your cock, thrusting in and out of me. I'd swear I could feel your body on mine. 

Finally I had to make myself cum. If only it was your fingers or tongue on my clit... But instead, it was the vibrator, which I pulled out of my cunt and held against my clit until the waves of my orgasm washed over me. 

So that was my big DP adventure, LOL. I do have to say, it would have been a lot better if you'd been there. Guess sometime we'll have to give it a try, huh?



You Asked For It



This is no more than a deep seated confession........

That night I invited you out, I knew your woman was going to be home. 

You said you could not go and it made me sad. There happened to be a backup plan which really was Less of a plan than it was a thought. Either way, I called again when you were supposed to be home and you did not answer.

An email told me you were going out for the evening. An hour later, I called again. She answered. We chatted for a while before she suggested we get together. There was always a desire to know one another a little better, from both sides of the relationship. She and I met 40 minutes later at a mutual location, and one to which you had not yet been. 

What began as casual conversation with a bit of uneasiness soon transpired into a heartier conversation with many laughs and smiles. The more we spoke, the more we realized how much in common there is between us. You were only the beginning of the common threads.

We enjoyed listening to the same music. We enjoyed watching the same kinds of movies. Words we shared flowed without effort. 

You tried calling me from a local phone, but I did not hear over our voices. The minor amount of loneliness forced you to go home to her for some comfort when I did not answer your secret call.

When you let yourself in, it sent a force through my blood that tingled all those special spots you and I spoke of time and time again. Though you tried not to make your presence known, we knew you came in. She whispered to me not to let on. Those soft footsteps of yours let us know you finally got to our doorway.

The steps stopped and you breathed more lightly to leave us undisrupted. We knew. She knew more about your pleasures. At once, she wrapped her forearm around my neck and tucked me into her shoulder for a kiss. When we heard your breathing get heavy, we kissed harder. Gentle sucking and licking and nibbling one another's lower lips, you wondered if we were each as wet as you were hard. She slowly reached for my hand to lift it to her breast. Fingers spread, my hand gracefully cupped her breast allowing a hard nipple to push between two fingers. When I looked your way and licked my lips, you licked at the corner of your mouth. I squeezed her tit, closing my lips on my still-extended tongue as I withdrew it. When I asked how wet she was, her answer pushed your cock hard to your zipper.

We were more comfortable in each other's presence on the soft couch than you ever fantasized. It played out as a first encounter. We get together when you join buddies of yours for a long evening of sports. One strong drink lets it all begin. 

Not letting on to you that we know of you standing there, our plans for the next meeting keep your attention. The conversation also keeps your manhood at attention. Out voices sang back and forth sharing the next sentence in the plan. 

She began with describing the kiss of passion while the door closed. The hot sunlight pounding through the light curtains was gong to keep our slightly clothed bodies warm as silk blouses and spaghetti strap bras drop to the floor. 

I filled in the next part of the plan with a vision of lying on the soft carpet in front of the velvety couch. Our bare backs would feel great pressed against the smooth material. Whoever was first to share the need for oral stimulation would be sitting on that couch with the other kneeling before her. She would be assertive but gentle when she pushed at the insides of her knees to better see the moisture seeping through her lace panties. Two fingers pulling the edges of the soft elastic would expose her wet pussy. Two more fingers from her other hand would glide along those plump lips and would make it easier to lick a stiff tongue up along the wetness to her waiting and ready clit. 

Continuing to take turns on ideas, she suggested more sucking of her clit, showing her what I wanted from her as she knelt and I sat on the velvet for her to reciprocate.

We'll pour two more drinks.

We will then suckle a breast. ... And press our faces between them. .... And feel the heat from the inside out .... And taste the sweet nectar from each other's silken pussy ....

And then your man will come home and stroke his hard fat cock before us so we can watch the pleasure he feels in watching most turns him on...

Your somewhat secret call again went unanswered. You made a special point of stretching and racing for the phone in hopes it would be her. When it finally was her, your voice was strangely tensed, but in a good way. You were trying to stifle your thrill of the memory from the other day. Although she could hear it, she did not let on. Instead, she smiled through her words to share her approval of your new knowledge.

Today's call set you both at ease. The recent womanly events did not make their way into conversation but you knew they were on her mind too. You invited me for drinks and hors d'eouvres, which I accepted by the end of our call. You suggested an outfit to wear, planning some of the night's events in your mind. You were able to pass it off as telling me the type attire and the level of formality for the night. The remainder of your afternoon was spent planning more. A call to your woman filled the next moments. 

As you told her of the plan for light dinner and drinks, she asked you who else you invited. When it was me, she perked up and joined more actively in some of the desire to plan with you. It was somewhat out of character for her to help you because you were the romantic one and you were on top of all details that were appropriate for all occasions especially when it entailed scheming the night ahead.

Hours later, you got home to an empty house, all the fixings in your arms. Someone should have been here by now, and it worried you to think you may have mentioned a wrong day. After putting the groceries away and starting up some cocktails in anticipation of the ladies' late arrival, you went upstairs to the bedroom to get yourself dressed and smelling wonderfully. I was in the chair in the corner of your bedroom when you came out of the shower hot and dripping wet. Seems you enjoyed the drip-dry method every now and then. Not recognizing my presence at first, you checked yourself out in the mirror a few times, from a few angles. I made myself known as you stood at an angle to the mirror and flexed with the mist of cologne attaching itself to every muscle. 

There was no worry that I had never seen you nude and was now seeing all your beauty at once. I was most turned on that you stayed natural in front of me. "No" I whispered when you moved to cup your hand over your cock. You stopped moving except for your shifting eyes as they glanced across your cheeks to catch my stare. I smiled softly at your naked beauty, without focus on any one area. 

The door clanking shut downstairs alerted us both to your woman's arrival. I did not move, which made you stay put as well. We listened to the sounds coming across the house from the kitchen as she fixed the first round.

You got nervous and walked to the closet to put clothes on. "Stop" was my next whispered command. Looking back over your shoulder, your face questioned the request. My tone let you know it was going to be alright if you stayed that way, still you proceeded to the closet for the sexiest pair of boxers. 

The footsteps neared faster as she smelled the mix of soap and cologne. Kicking at the door with a bare foot, it swung open to let her in. She knew I'd be there that night, but did not anticipate such an early arrival. We were nervous about what she'd think, but then she looked me in the eye and handed me a drink. You took yours, and she put down the tray so we could all make a toast. That is where the night began. 

She told me to go back to what I intended to do before she interrupted. She asked that you allow me. "go ahead" she coaxed. That was all you needed to hear. You stepped forward into my extended arms, stopping at the very tips of my outstretched fingers. The final drips of your shower trickled down your chest. I watched for a second, marveling at how the droplets licked at the contour of your muscles just as I would have. Instead, I waited until they landed at your waistband and I sucked them off your body from there. When the last drop landed at the band, I grabbed at it with my teeth and lowered the shorts over your hips. When my head dipped to lower them, your cock brushed against my cheek and through my hair. 

Your woman sat back watching as your breathing became deeper. She offered up a couple directives to be sure I was going to please you right. With my tongue extended, I stopped to ask for her help. She put her drink down and approached us. 

You preferred to sit on the bed, so she and I dragged the chair to the edge of it. We could both fit, so long as our legs were entwined with the inside arms wrapped around the other. As you sat, we each grabbed at a leg of your boxers and slid the satin over your hard cock. The muscular dimple where your hip met your ass got my immediate attention. 

"Do it" she allowed me. I leaned forward to lick and suck at the sight of you as you sat on the edge of the mattress. 

She pulled at my hair to bring me slowly back around to your front side. She did it slowly enough that I could keep my lips and tongue in contact with your smooth skin and intoxicating legs. She had already begun a firm grip of your balls to coax your cock into a powerful erection. I shut my eyes again after I saw how she gripped you. She continued to lead me by the hair until my lips were right in front of the head of your cock. I could feel her shift in the chair. She pulled a little harder at my hair. The next feeling was our lips connecting over the tip of your cock. 

Our first kiss shared in days was filled with passion and the taste of you. We sucked harder than in our first kiss from the other night. Somehow we knew to suck a little more and slide our bridged lips along your entire shaft. When we flicked our tongues, it was meant to flick at you, but every so often, our tongues would connect with one another. It felt so good, we continued. 

You took one more gulp before putting down your glass. You then reclined to rest on your extended arms, propped on your hands. It opened up your midsection to us for better access and allowed you to watch. She coached me on how to suck along one side of your cock until my mouth came in touch with your swollen head, tap the head with my tongue and follow along the other side, sucking all the way until my cheek brushed against your hair again. Then, I was supposed to suck you in sideways until my lips connected on the other side of you. While I tried what she suggested, she dipped her head beneath mine to suck your balls into her mouth. Unable to see what she was doing, I touched her face and felt her mouth to know where she was going with you. My fingers were soon sucked into her mouth and my breathing became faster. 

Higher pitched moaning came from us both. At that moment, we knew the vibrations would stimulate us all. I clutched at her breast as it hung along your thigh. Your hand met mine there. We shared in the pleasure of massaging and manipulating her tit until her nipple was firm enough to squeeze between our connecting fingertips. She moaned louder with your balls in her mouth. I was able to take in your cock to my throat.

From this point, you knew what you'd see and you reclined onto your now-bent elbows. With your head tipped back, you could not see our kiss. The feeling of our bodies pressing to your legs changed a bit, but you were wrapped in the moment and visualized what may be going on. Soon, you could not feel us on you any longer.

The kissing shifted to us, without including you in the physical contact. We continued the kiss that was begun the other day that caused your rock solid erection. 

Today's kiss was quick to include breasts, as well as more slurping and lip-smacking enjoyment. We still held your cock, still stroked you in a calm manner – until she stood and took me with her. Our shirts were off in no time. Piece by piece our clothing was draped over your beautiful naked body as you lay sprawled out on the bed. The material was light and slid right off your body as soon as the next piece was removed from our bodies. She unbuttoned my blouse and I unzipped the back of her dress. And you didn't see any of it from your current position. When you opened your eyes, the very first thing you saw was a double pair of breasts lowering into your face. 

A hand kept your cock hard. A hand also kept us wet. With you lying flat out on your back, it became simple enough to lower a plump glistening pussy over your mouth for a fast lick. You lifted your heavy arm to feel the wetness with your strong fingers. Pinching at the base of the clit, it was red in seconds. Your lips wrapped around it as your tongue tapped on it. A tender scream was released while you felt a warm wet mouth encompass your cock again. The wet noises you were hearing in the background was a masturbating hand pounding into the wettest pussy...

As you opened your eyes, the breasts bouncing overhead were soon held by the only free hand among the three of us. With the completion of your last lick, you asked for us to go on as though you were not there. Hard as it was to leave your cock (and the rest of you) alone, it was stimulating to know we could get you off without touching you.....as you watched......



You Asked For It



I looked at my own face in the bathroom mirror. My eyes were red, mascara running down my cheeks with the river of angry tears I wished desperately weren't there. Blackened drops had rained down onto my cleavage which was very much exposed in the low cut jumper I'd worn for his benefit.

After weeks of tension, arguing, making up, more arguing and general chaos, I was getting heartily sick of this latest period of his "issues".

I'll back track and explain. My husband, the love of my life, suffers from depression. He is one of those people who is incredible, strong, intelligent and capable, until something hits him and he goes... well kind of wonky. Mostly he just retreats into himself, but because he has a job, a wife and now children, he can't keep doing that all the time.

He tries hard to be even and okay with us, and to his credit, when he is angry or sad, he's never violent. I don't think he has it in him to hurt any of us physically, and I know that when he does hurt us mentally, the guilt just drives him further into the depressed state he's fighting. 

He is a beautiful man on the inside and outside. He just doesn't see it. There's a long and complicated history to that, but suffice it to say, when he does go through a period of depression, it usually lasts between 3 and 9 months, and it happens maybe once every 2 to 3 years. 

We're in the midst of one of those phases now, but it was only really 2 years ago that he finished up with the last depressed period, and during that, he basically had a complete mental breakdown. I held everything together the best I could. I became rather messy myself. It was just too much to ask of me, as much as I wish I had the strength to deal with it all and still stay sunny for him.

In the end, he changed jobs, did some therapy and hopped back on track. We've lived quite happily for those 2 years. Happily of course, barring the jolt in trust I'd suffered and the fact that I managed to develop myself a bit of a negative attitude as a result of always having to be the adult and always having to be okay, or else everything became 'my fault'. 

I know that he doesn't really think that, but my man, lets call him Joe for the sake of this, tends to blame others (ie: me) when he's hurt or upset. He knows I'm a safe person, I'm not going anywhere, so it's okay for him to blame me when things aren't okay. When he feels better, he gets the guilts over hurting me, but in the last few years, he's forgotten the art of actually apologising. He doesn't want to revisit our fights, he just wants to move on. Frankly, I'm so tired of the upset that I after a little while, I just want to move on too. Sometimes I get angry with myself for not demanding an apology, but really, that would just spark another fight, and who has the energy for that. When we're moving forward, he's reasonable, rational, loving, smiley, even a little silly. I'd rather just enjoy those times.

This time, as things started getting to him, Joe had stopped wanting sex. I am in my mid-thirties, so I'm enjoying a huge surge in my drive. I want sex all the time, and I'm doing all I can (in the midst of the sometimes wracking exhaustion of our daily life) to keep things going. It is probably true to say that I haven't always pulled out all of the stops, but I've suggested, stroked, kissed. I have tried to strip off at the end of the day in a nonchalantly seductive manner. It's usually lost on a man who is already reading a book. 

In amongst it all, I miss the sexy, dirty man Joe was. He's still in there. When we do have sex, it's basic but it is still good. He knows my body quite well. I think the thing I miss the most is when he'd talk to me. He used to know by instinct what to say. He kept it simple and told me how beautiful I was, how delicious my tits were, that he wanted to stretch my pussy with his cock. When we were having sweet, love making type sex, he'd keep it clean, respectful and sweet. He'd make me feel like a princess. I'd come over and over just at the sound of his beautiful smooth voice panting that he loved me.

Life changes around us, and we forget to see each other. I suppose that's what has happened to some extent. I know that to my best girlfriend, I've said regularly lately that Joe has his head firmly shoved up his ass. He can only see what is going on in his world. Unfortunately, because I know him, and have watched him go through this awful pain, I can't blame him. I love him and I would do anything to take it away. However, because I'm not a depressed person, I often find it hard to relate to the notion of not just picking yourself up by your bootstraps and getting on with things, or at least seeing the people around you, those who love you.

The experts assure me that depression is an illness, and I understand and accept that. I have no more chance of curing him than I do of curing cancer, so I have to work out how to live with it. The hard thing is, where do you draw the line between "He's guarding himself because he is unwell" and "He's being so self involved that it's self destructive"?

This week, I'd been working on trying to amp up our sex life. I figured I was the one with the need, I should take responsibility for getting things happening. I didn't want to rest on my laurels and whine about what I wasn't getting, so I had a little think, and decided that a bit of pornography might just get his juices flowing.

I had found a website with a tonne of sexy stories and I had spent some time during the week reading them. There were some that didn't really do it for me, but others that added to the mounting sexual frustration that I have been living with. 

Honestly, since I hit 35, I'd be delighted to be good and fucked at least once a day. There are days where sitting in my office chair is enough to head me toward an orgasm.

I enjoyed reading these stories and getting myself off when I could get time away from Joe and the kids. That wasn't nearly often enough for me, but it did hold me over for a few days. I broached the subject with Joe and he seemed to be happy. He'd said, "Yes, well it would be nice to know what you want in bed."

I must admit, even that comment had pissed me off. I'd been telling him all along! Mrs Sarcasm took over inside my mind and I just wanted to blurt out "Well it would help if you'd extract that huge cranium from your rectum! Perhaps then you'd hear what I've been telling you!" Of course, I didn't say that. I knew myself enough to know that that wasn't going to help. I was just angry and I needed to get the hell over it if I had any hope of making things better.

Let me sidetrack again. I promise, I'll get to the good stuff soon! I need to make it clear that I didn't want to have an affair. I know that some people would suggest leaving or screwing around, especially if they could take a quick look into the size of my libido. Those were not solutions I was happy with. 

For all of his faults, Joe is truly a lovely person. He and I have enriched each other far more than we've hurt each other. I am still attracted to him physically and I know full well that what I want is sex with HIM. I am also by no means perfect, and I believe when you choose to spend your life with a person, have children with them, you do everything you can to make that work. 

Walking out is just not an option for me unless he gives up on trying to get better, or the situation is too toxic for the kids. I may have promised him "in sickness and in health" but they didn't get a choice, and we've agreed that our children have to come first.

So back to why I stood in tears, studying mascara stained droplets on my boobs, angry as all hell and wanting to do something about it.

I had shared some stories with Joe, stories that turned me on, some that I thought might work for both of us. We had sex a couple of times over the week which was more than it had been. I was happy, he was happy. We'd even thrown in the odd new move which was fantastic. I still needed more orgasms than I was getting, but I figured that that was my problem, and as long as we were happy, connected and having a bit more sex, I was content. 

I asked Joe to share some stories with me that he liked, and he had spent a few days looking through what the website had to offer. Then he found one that he wanted me to read, and sent me the link.

I waited until the kids were safely in bed (I'm not good at reading sexy stories while the kids are around. It's very hard to sit there pretending to be a proper Mummy when you have rock hard nipples and are dripping wet inside your panties).

I started reading the story Joe had sent me. I knew it was a Bondage type story and that didn't particularly bother me. We'd experimented at home a little with tying each other up, light spanking and similar things in the past. It was good. I was happy to have a bit of that in our relationship. I'm certainly not the raunchiest woman alive, but I am not afraid of trying a few new things. I would rather do that than have my sex life become stale.

The story started to take a few turns I didn't like particularly. Though it had been written from the perspective of a woman, clearly it was written by a man. His knowledge of what certain acts actually felt like was a bit dodgy to say the least. I know some people really do get off on pain, and I myself don't mind a bit of dancing around that pleasure/pain line, but there's a point where it goes beyond titillating and heads straight toward downright painful.

The female star of the story spent the majority of the story as the submissive, but she didn't seem to know what she was getting into in the beginning. Now, I may be new to the scene and naïve, but as far as I could tell, you can't just throw someone into full blown bondage and have them respond. They need to be interested in it. They need to have the right elements in their psyche. 

I'd also personally been through a couple of close encounters with people who weren't trying to have me join the Bondage lifestyle so much as literally hurt me, humiliate me and abuse me. I am not someone who enjoys being at others mercy for real. I'm aware that sometimes I am at Joe's mercy emotionally in my marriage, but then, to some extent, most people in relationships are. I had also made that choice myself to allow some of it in an effort to keep the peace and keep my husband relatively happy.

So, I tried to read, I really did. I paid attention to the parts of the story where the female lead was having her pussy licked and fingered, I imagined some of the voyeuristic elements of the story with some enjoyment and I even didn't mind the anal portions of the story. I don't mind a bit of anal, as a matter of fact, I invite it willingly from time to time.

Unfortunately for me, there were some parts to the story I didn't like. There was blackmail, threats of rape, emotional turmoil and some plot twists that I just couldn't believe enough to enjoy. 

Everyone finds stories they don't particularly get off on. I knew Joe wouldn't mind if this one didn't do it for me, but I guess, I was tired. I guess I was surprised at the level of humiliation and pain featured in this story. I knew Joe had meant this for me. I didn't know how much, but I guess I was shocked and incensed at the thought that he might want me hurt, humiliated or even gang raped for the sake of his pleasure. I couldn't believe he'd really think this way.

At a certain point he became aware that I'd stopped reading. He'd been watching TV, and I'd had my laptop out to read the story near him. "Well? What did you think?" He asked, obviously anticipating a happy response.

"Sorry Honey, I don't understand." I started, a little dazed. "This is awful! Did you actually read it all?"

"To be honest, I only read the first couple of pages. Why? What bothered you?"

I started to explain, and there was most definitely a distressed edge to my voice. A swirl of thoughts from my immersed brain came tumbling out of my mouth before I'd had the chance to consider how to frame them for him. As I spoke, I could see his eyes grow cold, his expression became stone and he faced the TV silently.

"I'm sorry, I just don't..." I started to try to soothe things.

"Forget it! I won't share this kind of stuff with you in future if that's the reaction you are going to have." He was obviously furious.

I knew I'd made a terrible mistake. There was nothing wrong with me telling him that some of the story wasn't to my liking, but I'd allowed my shock to take over. That kind of lapse in my emotional control was a total no-no in this phase of Joe's depression. He was just too sensitive to take any criticism from me, even if it wasn't directed at him. In this case I guess he took it personally because he'd tried to share a sexual fantasy with me and it had bombed out so terribly.

"I am sorry..." I stammered. "I didn't mean it like that! I was just shocked!"

"No, forget it. I don't want to talk about it." His voice was hard and controlled. 

I felt powerless. I felt terrible that this man, whom I loved with every part of me, could be so hurt by me, and that it seemed that part of him wanted to do things to me that would leave me in pain and humiliated. It wasn't what I knew of him at all. I was so confused that I felt physically weak. 

My insides ached knowing it was the beginning of another fight. We'd had a few good days, but we'd been fighting a lot, and I hated it. I couldn't sit around being a doormat, but when he was angry with me, I felt like Joe could shut down, like he would just walk away from me, like I was out in the cold and the longer I left it, the less he'd be inclined to ever listen to me and help me fix things.

I pressed on. I couldn't leave it like this. "I just don't understand what part of that story you liked. I want to know what part turned you on."

"I don't feel like talking about it right now. Maybe later I'll discuss it with you but I'm too angry at the moment." All the while Joe looked at the screen flickering in front of him. He really didn't want me to be there, that much was obvious.

I sat in the lounge chair for a few moments, gathering my resolve. I wanted to stay and fix things with him, but I knew he wasn't ready anyway, and I also had the urge to flee. I needed to burst into tears and get some of this sick feeling out. I breathed deeply, committing myself to walking out of the room and going to bed to have a good cry.

As I stood and walked across the room I heard him open his mouth to speak. I expected him to say something to reassure me that we would fix this, that he still knew who I was and that he was still my Joe. Instead he said "I thought you were more tolerant and worldly than this."

He may has well have slapped me. The derogatory tone was palpable. I don't, to this day, know if Joe has any idea how he sounds when he speaks to me this way, but it kills me every time. To be such a loving devoted husband and father, to know how to make me feel treasured and honoured and trusted, and then to turn on me like this. I know to some this doesn't seem like much of an insult, but to me, at that moment, I felt misunderstood, tired and ... victimised.

So I stood there in the bathroom adjoining our bedroom as Joe continued to watch TV. I suddenly realised as I looked up from my low cut top, worn with the sole intent of gaining Joe's attention, that there was a tired old looking woman staring at me. Her makeup had worn off. Her hair had been thrown back into a bun at some point in the afternoon to keep it out of the way, and she was, frankly a little on the chubby side.

She looked fucking pathetic. She wasn't me, she couldn't have been. This worn out pathetic woman could not possibly be the strong, striking redhead I knew I was, at least on the inside.

My self esteem wasn't always perfect, but I know that I'm worthwhile, relatively attractive (I have great tits for a mother in her mid thirties, they still sit up and take notice). I also know that other people like me and have positive opinions of me. I have no 'daddy issues'. My parents loved and still love me, my family are good to me and I have friends. I also have Joe who fought hard to get me in the beginning and has, for the most part, been a loving and caring partner, and we have our children who are good and sweet and say lovely kind things to both of their parents. With all of that evidence at my disposal, I am usually fairly sure of myself in life.

This pathetic woman did not match up with the image I had inside of myself, and for some reason, a switch had been flipped. Suddenly, I was boiling over with rage. I realised I was feeling like a victim and the very thought made me furious!

My reddened eyes narrowed. I believe if I'd been another person looking at my own face, I'd have been a little afraid. 'Fuck this!' I thought to myself. 'This is not going to go down like this!' 

The anger was building and I was forming a plan. There would be no walking out, no tyre slashing, no screaming. I was going to take matters into my own hands. I was going to not only reclaim myself, but take back my husband and the life I had worked my ass off to build.

I knew that what I had in mind could go either way. He could either be putty in my hands and things could be put back together, or he could lose his shit at me, and, I suspect, that might just be the end of us. Again I thought 'Fuck it!'

I had visions of slapping the shit out of Joe, continuing harder and harder until I felt better or he begged for forgiveness. The vision didn't shock me. I frequently use my mind as my playground and live out things I would never do there. It's a safe way of dealing with feelings that need to be dealt with. But as I thought this way, I realised I was, to use a man-term, losing wood. 

I didn't like the feeling of loss of control that my unbridled anger was fuelling, and the thought of true violence has always sickened me. First and foremost, I knew that I actually do love this man with everything I am, and so I could never hurt him this way deliberately. I didn't want to hurt him, I was just utterly pissed and I didn't want to be hurt anymore. I wanted the respect he used to give me. So it was time to take it.

I started by washing my face and removing the last of the worn, smeared makeup I had left on. I moisturised and applied a whole new face. Smooth even skin, carefully applied blush, darkened, well-lined eyes. Then I rooted around in my makeup bag for the darkest shade of lipstick I possessed. I applied it carefully and perfectly on my full lips. I wanted my makeup to look crisp, pristine and just a little severe.

I went hunting in my bedroom drawer and found some lingerie. A one piece suit in pink that had black lacings up the front, ending just under the breast. The cups of the outfit were wired but there was no fabric over them, so my breasts would be supported and perky but completely bare. Perfect!

I went back into the bathroom and took off the low cut top, jeans and underwear that I had been wearing. I slipped into the outfit, (I guess you'd call it a teddy), which was very high cut at the bottom, and the crotch split in two. The crotch part was all so narrow, you could easily see the lips of my pussy either side of the fabric. It was sort of cradling my clit, gently rubbing it. Had I have been calmer, I'd have purred like a kitten and relaxed into the sensation, but the 'Fuck this' attitude had taken over and I had things to do.

I had been messing around in the drawers in our room, trying to find the things I needed and then I'd gone into the bathroom and locked the door. Joe must have heard because he came into the bedroom and tried to open the bathroom door.

"What the hell are you doing?" I suspect he thought I may have been packing my things and was probably puzzled when he came in to find the room unruffled. I'd been careful to shut all of the drawers as I'd made my preparations.




You Asked For It



"I'm going to the toilet!" I retorted, lying. The annoyance in my voice didn't really have to be faked.

"I heard drawers. What's going on?" He asked, still upset, but a bit softer.

"Nothing! I'm just tidying up and getting changed" I replied. There was no way I wanted him to suspect what I was up to. He was so angry that I knew if he had an inkling, I wouldn't be able to get him to comply.

Joe left the room and went into the rest of the house. I peeked out of the bathroom door to check that he was gone, then snuck into our walk in robe to find the skirt I was after. It was almost a belt, it was so short, but it was perfect for what I wanted. If I even began to bend over, it would show my ass. I could have just kept with the teddy, but I wanted some semblance of an outfit. I wanted to look like I was in control, because I was damn well about to be.

Finally, I unwrapped my long red hair from the bun it was swept up in. My normally straight locks hung in curls. Even better! I looked wild and horny. Joe liked my long hair. It hung down below my breasts and I had a feeling that with it all curly and tousled, he'd find it a turn on. I needed the visual element. I had to be able to get his attention at the right time, and this would be the way.

I put on my fluffy robe over my outfit. I knew the lipstick would be a giveaway of sorts, but I decided to just rely on the idea that he would either not notice it, or would have no idea what it meant. In my fluffy, housewifey disguise, I called Joe from the bedroom door. "Can we talk?" I asked. I had a feeling that, because he'd been in to check on me earlier, some of his fury would have dissipated and he'd probably agree to talk to me. If not, I'd have to think of something else.

Fortunately, my instinct was right. Joe walked into the room and sat on the bed next to me. He found me in my dressing gown as I am guessing he'd expected. I could tell he was expecting me to start talking because that is usually the way these things go. I'm definitely the wordier of the two of us.

Instead I reached out and gently tried to take his hand. He half pulled away, but though he didn't really want to hold my hand, I could tell he didn't have the heart to be too ferocious about taking his back. I wordlessly turned to my bedside cabinet and reached into the top drawer to pull out one of his old business ties that I'd stashed in there. I wrapped it around his wrist, and tied it in a double knot. 

The knot had no finesse about it. The tie was fairly tight there. I didn't care. Right now this was not about being seductive or sexy, it was about control and I wanted to make sure that he couldn't get away without actually having to physically fight me, which I was fairly sure he wouldn't do. I was pissed about the order of the world, and I was all about setting it right. 

"That's not going to turn me on." He said. Clearly he'd thought that I was going to tease him and please him. I ignored him. He'd soon be fully aware of how things were going to be. "Look, I'm not in the mood..." he started. I could hear the anger ramping up again.

"Shut Up!" I commanded. I didn't yell, but I used my firm voice. It's the voice I pull out when I am being 'Bossy Mum' to my children. It's the voice I use when I'm telling off the plumber or arguing with a business to get a better deal. I use it because it works, and it works because I believe in it. I use it when I am determined that I will get my way.

Joe was quiet. He looked annoyed. He complied very unenthusiastically when I tied his hand to the end of the bed with equally inelegant knots. I picked up his legs and swung them onto the bed. He complied, all the while with a look of pissed off boredom. I tied the other hand to the other side of the bed end. I knew him well enough to understand that his plan in response to this was to stay lying there while I probably got up and ground around on him or something and when I worked out that he wasn't interested, I'd get up, release him and pout. He'd then get to walk off until I was ready to beg his forgiveness for hurting his feelings with my intense reaction to the story he'd shared with me. 

I think he'd expected that I would be wearing nothing, or maybe one of the tiny silk nighties I owned. Something sexy but easy to deal with. I removed the robe and he saw my outfit. The surprise on his face was definitely there, but with pursed lips, he stubbornly tried not to let me see it.

I pulled out a blindfold from the drawer and walked around to his head. I started to put it on him, then reconsidered. I needed him to see everything that was happening for the full impact. "No, I said quietly. I think I'll let you look... for now." I sauntered back to the drawer and put the blindfold on top. 

Then, standing next to the head of the bed, I picked up the foot closest to me and stripped the sock off. I began to massage his foot. I know that is kind of strange for someone to do when they want to take control, but I know Joe and I do understand him better than he thinks. I can read that beautiful face of his, and I know how far I can go before his arrogance takes over and the stubborn streak shuts me down. 

Usually I use this perception of mine to try and avoid an argument or keep him from shutting down on me when I'm trying to make a point with him. I've known for quite some time that I could probably do more with it. I don't mind admitting it was thrilling to finally be able to more to keep him on his toes. 

Joe is a commanding person. He is known for being forceful and if people don't have to go up against him, they'd rather avoid it. Being extra intelligent, he suffers from the problem most clever people do, he stresses too much about things. At work, he has to manage some very complicated things and people, and with his own issues, this adds to the stress. His life, his personality is all about trying to manage being in command of things, particularly himself. I suspected that my taking control of him might be a welcome change for him if I could do it just right. If not, well we were already fighting and at odds, so I'd just have to deal with the fallout.

Joe was relaxing into the foot massage I was giving, standing there in my outfit, my bare D-cup breasts pointing at him. He closed his eyes and his breathing settled. I dropped his foot unceremoniously. His eyes opened surprised, but I simply picked up the other foot and stripped off the sock. I rubbed for a minute or two. I wanted him to like the feeling, but he wasn't here to get a treat.

I dropped the other foot, and then went for his pants. Unbuttoning and unzipping them I slipped them down so that he was left on the bed in his T-shirt and briefs. The jeans sailed through the air and hit the top of the laundry basket in the corner.

He smiled. I could see that with the mildly abrupt treatment I'd given him he was now up for sex, but not yet aroused. At least his mind was in the game. Unfortunately for him, he had some lessons to learn before he'd get anything fun out of this.

I straddled him and he half smiled. At this point, it was expected that I would start kissing and fondling. Instead I leaned in close to his face my expression became serious and cold. I spoke to him softly, keeping my voice even and smooth. "You, my love, are a brilliant man. You are intelligent, accomplished and handsome..." I leaned in and brushed his lips with mine. "However, If we're going to play these games, you are going to learn some things..."

As I spoke in low tones to him, I began to grind my pussy through the split crotch of my teddy against his groin. Inside his briefs, I could feel him getting hard. Joe has a magnificent dick and it has never had any problem responding to me.

"I am not your slut." I said, my voice dripping with honey. "I am not your bitch. If we ever play these games and you tie me up, it will be on my say so. Do you understand?"

Joe's chiselled chin jutted out slightly in defiance. He had a bemused look in his eye. He thought we were still playing and that he'd have a choice. 

"Okay then." I said, equalling his look with a smirk of my own. "If that's the way you want it."

With that I dismounted him. I grasped his briefs and tore them down roughly, allowing his semi hard dick to slap against his stomach. I lifted his leg up and climbed on the bed so that I was between his legs with his knees raised. With a full view of his cock, balls and asshole available to me, I had my pick of what to do next. I pushed his legs up as though he were in stirrups at the gynaecologists. He strained a little, but I forced the issue. Then I slapped his right ass cheek hard. It certainly wasn't as hard as I could do it, but it was intended to give him a light sting. I could tell from his jolt, that I had succeeded.

He was surprised, and I watched his face for the reaction I expected. I didn't have to wait long before I could see the defiant look start to creep back again, so I slapped again in the same place, harder this time. His jolt was more pronounced.

"I said, Do you understand?"

"I ...um..." his eyes closed, he was enjoying this. I wasn't surprised. This wasn't the part of the bondage that I had had a problem with, and it certainly wouldn't have upset him either.

WHACK! I spanked him a third time, even harder. My hand tingled with it, and he yelped a little as I connected. "Yes, yes I understand." He replied, clearly turned on by my taking command.

"Good. Now, you'll do as you are told." I said evenly. "This is not for you until I say so. If you learn your place and behave yourself, then I will see about giving you some of what you want."

Joe wriggled happily. He still thought I was going to get sweet at some point. He had no idea that I meant what I said. I was determined to regain our balance and to me, that meant that he would quit the arrogant shit act, apologise for making me feel crappy, and get it that I deserved to be made to feel beautiful. He needed to get it that he was fucking lucky to have me, just as I adored him, and that he should damn well tell me so.

I suddenly spied his cock, about three quarters the way along to a nice hard on. I grasped it roughly. I know my way around his penis quite well. I have mastered giving him good head, I can give him a gentle or firm hand job that gets him to come pretty damn hard. This wasn't about that. I wanted my prize. I wanted him to know that I had control of even his biological urges.

My hand squeezed and rubbed, with the other hand I grasped both balls and began to tug. When they'd warmed up and become a little looser, I encircled the sack just above his balls with my fingers, effectively separating them away from his dick. I'd done this dozens of times. Done well, Joe finds it quite arousing and it is a great helper to a good hand job. This time I tugged. I pulled hard enough that all of the tension was out of his skin. I was sure that I was getting close to some discomfort for him, and I continued to masturbate him roughly, milking him.

After a minute or two, I saw the glisten that I was waiting for. "There it is. That's what I wanted." I said. I bent down and wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre ejaculate. My tongue circled around the head and bobbed in and out of the slit, licking up all of the semen it could find. Then I sucked. I was firm with my suction, bringing his cock into my mouth deeper and deeper. I dug my nails into his thighs to stop him squirming. I wanted to taste him, and I wanted him to beg for more, or possibly to beg me to stop.

By the time his cock was completely hard in my mouth, he was squirming with pleasure. "I wish my hands were free so I could hold your head" he said, trying to take back the reins.

Instantly, I brought my mouth away. He couldn't hide the disappointment. In previous scenarios, we'd swapped back and forth between being in charge, but none of the being in charge was actually real, we were both in it for the thrill, and happily sharing the experience. Not this time.

I stood back up next to the bed with my hands on my hips in full schoolmarm glory, my now fully aroused nipples jutting out at points. It wasn't hard for me to put my firm look back on. I truly felt this way behind my mask, and I had little left to lose, so I was going to play hard until I heard what I wanted to hear from him, until I saw true surrender.

"No, you still need to apologise to me." I said firmly. He lay back and looked at me and I could read the brazen twinkle in his eye. "Okay then" I said merrily "You're soooo fucked now!"

I all but skipped out of the room. By this stage I think he may well have thought I'd taken total leave of my senses. In some respects, he wouldn't have been far wrong. I went into the fridge in the kitchen and searched through the crisper drawer. Finding the item I was looking for, I returned to the bedroom.

Joe spied the rather large continental cucumber in my hands and his eyebrows raised up. There was a thick round end, and a smaller tapered end. I toyed for a moment with the idea of shoving the thicker end unceremoniously up his butt making sure it hurt like hades. In my little "mind-playground" evil me giggled at the thought. I then thought better of it all and decided that while I was still heartily pissed off, hurting him wasn't the aim. 

I sat back on the bed again between his knees. I arched up my own legs in the opposite direction so that I was facing him, and I forced each of his feet up onto my shins so that his ass was exposed to me. I then spanked him a couple more times, hard. Each time my hand connected, he flinched. He'd stopped fighting me, but he was enjoying it. I didn't care, as long as he figured out who was boss, he could enjoy it all he liked.

I lifted up his balls so that I could see his perineal area, and I laid a slap right there. I am quite sure it stung a bit. His ass was looking nice and red by this stage. Using my middle finger, I circled his hole gently, scraping the delicate skin with my nail. I have moderately long acrylic nails which I knew would give him a lovely tingly sensation. I then plunged in, knowing the nail would be a bit sharp and would sting. The jolt was obvious and his cock throbbed upward as he sucked in a deep hissing breath.

I pushed my finger in as deeply as it would reach and moved around. His hips writhed with my movements and I knew he was ready. Retracting my finger, I took the cucumber and unwrapped the plastic shrink wrap from it's entire length. The look of alarm on his face was mildly amusing. He'd stuck it to my ass on many occasions, ramming away with abandon, so I was rather entertained at the thought of him being worried now.

I had some lemon oil on my bedside and I rubbed a little of this over the cucumber. Taking the tapered end, I placed it against his hole and pushed. His slightly loosened up ass allowed a little of the end in, but he was resisting. I withdrew and braced his legs upward, and in one swift hard motion, slapped the entire width of his ass with the cucumber. He yelped.

"You're fighting me... and you're not going to win." I said sternly. "Let me into your ass like a good little slut." Again I pushed the cucumber into his entrance, harder this time, and I made it to the end of the taper to where it widened out. He was definitely warmed up and ready.

I started to move the cucumber in and out, fucking his ass. He was panting and whispering "Oh God". I was loving every minute of it, pushing further and further into him. I stopped fucking his ass for a moment and said "so tell me, do you have anything to say to me yet?" He remained silent, but the ends of his mouth curled up giving him away. He wanted me to continue, he wanted to have me keep fucking him. 

Instead, I whipped the cucumber out, raised his legs and slapped his ass twice in quick succession, as hard as I could without snapping the vegetable. He cried out. "What do you have to say for yourself?" I demanded firmly.

"I..." he faltered. He tried to resist a few moments longer, but I was not going to tolerate it. I brought the cucumber down hard two more times. A red welt was forming across his right butt cheek. The waxy skin made a perfect slapping sound against his skin. The hitting didn't turn me on at all but it was easy to see from his long solid cock that he was really enjoying being turned upside down by me.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry." He whimpered excitedly. 

"And?" I asked

"I Love you." He panted readily

It was a good effort, but not good enough. I'd seen him get to the point during our lovemaking where he had really yielded to it and to me.

As an aside, let me just say that it's not that I think I'm the most fabulous woman that ever walked. I'm quite sure I'm nice, attractive and a whole bunch of other things that make me a good wife and partner. It's just that I knew that Joe had really surrendered to me in the past. He'd made love to me and been obviously wrapped up in me many times, but it was at this moment that I realised that this is what I had been missing. 

I could make him throw his head back, eyes shut with pleasure fairly easily, but I hadn't seen him see me and treasure me in a good long while. So was the extent of his self-involvement, or rather his involvement with his Mistress, depression. I knew that amazing sex wouldn't win him back entirely from his depressed state, but maybe he could have a short holiday from it. Maybe for a moment he could be back with me, seeing me, throwing himself at me again so that I knew I wasn't just here to support him, that this marriage hadn't become a one way street.

"I need you to tell me something good about me" I said, sitting back. He was waiting for more. He clearly didn't know what 'more' was, but he wanted it.

"I wish I could see this side of you more often. This is amazing." He said.

"No, I need to hear something nice about me." I said petulantly, instantly annoyed at myself for betraying my emotions.

Joe lay there and looked at me. To his credit, I was well aware that his silence wasn't because he didn't love me or think nice things about me. It was merely because he had not the faintest clue what exactly to say to make me happy right then.

"Oh come now," I said smirking. "I can't be that much of a bitch."

"You're not a bitch at all." He said, suddenly looking concerned for me. He was finally getting it. As much as this was to show him what I could do for him, it was also so that he could show me he was still connected to me and could occasionally take his head out of his own ass long enough to communicate it to me. Call me needy if you will, but every wife in the land needs to know that her husband wants and cherishes her. I am definitely no exception to that rule.

"Tell me what I want to hear then." I stated, deadpan. I slid the cucumber gently back inside him and his eyes closed with pleasure.

"You're beautiful..." he gasped as I gently pushed harder. "And sexy..." he continued. I pushed harder again and he groaned.

"Are you lucky to have me then?" I questioned, playing with him a little. He was oblivious to my mild sarcasm, wrapped up in the jolts of pleasure he felt as I eased inside him inch by inch.

"Oh God yes! Very lucky!" he sighed.

"And what would happen if I went away?" I asked.

"I'd be very sad." He replied in a whisper

"How long for?" I was going to string this out for just a little longer.

"Forever." He said. His answer stunned me. I guess I should have expected it, but I think I must have just been expecting "for a long time" or maybe for him to snap his eyes open and tell me to "Cut the crap." 

I can't fully explain how charged the air was, suffice it to say that his honesty was both obvious and disarming. I still wanted to retain the upper hand, but he was due a reward for his compliance.




You Asked For It



I leaned down as I stroked up and down with the cucumber inside him, and kissed his mouth passionately. Then I moved down and enveloped his cock with my mouth, swallowing it deep into my throat. I stroked up and down a few times with Joe moaning happily. I could feel him building, but I wasn't ready yet. I wanted to enjoy him in this state for longer.

I sat up again and he opened his eyes taking me in. His look had changed. He could see me again. His arrogance was gone and he was just Joe. He was my lover, my friend and the man I was proud to spend my life with. He was real. I could enjoy him properly this way.

I began to tweak my nipples and he smiled, enjoying the show. I teased, tickled and flicked the hard, dark protrusions until they were as erect as could be, and I could feel my clit getting very hard and ready too.

I helped him curl upward a little so that he could see me a bit better, and then I wiggled myself so that my ass was lined up with his. He watched as I put the larger, rounded end of the cucumber into my wet, ready pussy, while he was still deeply impaled with the other end. I moved down as far as I could and moaned as it hit my cervix. It's width was a stretch, but the cold skin of it felt so ...different. 

If the mere thought of fucking Joe's ass wasn't turn on enough, the thought that I could properly fuck him and pleasure myself at the same time was mindblowing. I pumped up and down, feeling Joe grunt and my tits bounce. I wished that he could reach out and play with them while I fucked him, so I satisfied myself by reaching up and tweaking my own tits as I moved. I silently reminded myself to investigate strap-ons for another time.

As much as I was enjoying this, I knew neither of us would come this way, so after several minutes, I withdrew. I left the cucumber inside him, and moved up to Joe's head. I stood up on the bed with one foot either side of his head, and I squatted, suspending myself close enough to his face so that he could lick my pussy. I am not a very fit woman, but I am flexible, and I can deep squat with the very best of them. I didn't need to say a word, Joe knew exactly what to do, and was eager to please.

His long warm tongue circled around the entrance of my pussy and began to dart in and out. I stayed still, allowing him to pleasure me. He licked, deep into me, and then moved his tongue out of my slit to my clitoris. Gently licking it, he was spurred on by my quiet moans. He flicked it over and over with his tongue before enveloping it with his hot mouth and sucking. I gasped with pleasure and began to move around a little. 

He ground his tongue firmly into my clit quickly sparking waves of pleasure through me. My orgasm subsided, and I stood again, enjoying the wetness of my own juices and his mouth between my legs.

I stepped backwards until I was standing over his pelvis, then I lowered myself down and knelt over him. I grabbed his cock and guided it, circling around the entrance of my pussy so that I could feel the smooth skin of his head against me. I was so sensitive because of his attention so far that this contact sent shivers over my skin. One look at his face told me that he was straining to be patient, so I decided to reward him and myself at the same time. I plunged him into me, and began riding him hard. I loved this kind of sex. I could feel the entire length of his cock filling my pussy up, and with a slight lean forward I had my clit brushing his pubic bone. 

I lost the ability to control the sounds I was making, and I leaned forward a little further, pressing my clit harder against him and offering him my tits. He was a good compliant boy, manipulating my nipples expertly with his tongue. 

I was sure that I was so wet he wouldn't be feeling much sensation himself, but as I looked down at him, I could see he had his eyes shut, happily enjoying having his face buried in my tits.

My clit exploded with a beautiful, all over body orgasm. I gasped and writhed on top of him, and he rocked back and forth, trying to help me enjoy it even more. As the sensations subsided, I sat upright on his still perfectly hard cock. It was time for him to be allowed to come for me. 

I stood up again, settling by his side, on his side of the bed. I felt myself leaking onto his sheets. He'd be enjoying a rather large wet patch when it was time to sleep. I smiled at the thought. Untying his arms from the bedhead, I kept hold of the lengths of his ties, so that I could lead him. I stood up, and he followed me. 

I forced him to a kneeling position facing the bed by tugging at the ties that still bound both of his wrists. Joe looked up at me with a slight smile, happy and calm. He was mine and he was willing to submit. I slipped my body between his and the bed, and knelt down, facing away from him. 

I still had hold of the ties, but in one last attempt to buck my control, he tried to grab me. I whipped my head around and gave him my hard stare again, yanking hard on the ties. He stopped fighting and gave in again for the final time.

"I want you to take me from behind. I want to feel every last inch of you and I want you to fill up my pussy." I demanded.

Joe readily complied. He entered me without missing a beat and began fucking me quickly. I felt that I was too elevated to have his whole dick inside me, so I made him turn around to the side. I leaned down on the floor with my ass high in the air. To anyone else, it would have looked as though Joe was the dominant one, but I had firm control of his ties, and we both knew how much I loved this position. 

In this position I felt full of his cock. He was in constant contact with my G Spot and I could grasp him hard with my pussy muscles. While in this position, his ramming up against me quickened as though he knew exactly what I needed. I felt myself coming again, and as it built, I passed both ties into one hand and with the other I reached underneath myself along the length of my body. 

From here I could grasp his balls. I caught hold of them as they slapped into my ass, and held on. As the first wave of my orgasm hit me, I pulled on his balls and Joe cried out.

"Oh God! I'm coming." He called out again, and I could feel his burning hot cock throbbing, filling me up.

Just as he finished enjoying his orgasm, I moved forward to pull his still hard cock out of me. It was still slightly throbbing and he was kneeling there with his eyes closed, a blissful smile on his face. I sat on the bed with him still kneeling beside me, and began to untie him.

"Do you understand me now?" I asked

"Yes. I do." He said, opening his eyes and looking at me dreamily.

We climbed onto the bed together and lay cuddled up with my head on his chest. He ran his fingers down my back and rested his hand on my bum for a moment before pinching it. I shot a look at him and then grinned. 

He smirked at me cheekily. "I didn't know you had that in you." 

"There's still quite a bit you don't know about me. You know more than anyone else, but there's still more you could find out." I replied quietly

"Why haven't you shown me this side of you before?" he asked

"Because, this isn't how I want our sex life to be all the time." I said.

"You didn't think I could handle it?" he asked.

"No, I knew you could. I just didn't want you to start thinking that we were going to have a Dom/Sub relationship. Not all the time at least." 

Joe held me tighter for a second and said "No, I don't want that either. I liked this, but maybe not so rough in future. I get it, and I'm sorry I made you feel bad, and I'll gladly be yours if you want to dominate me again... but..."

"Yeah, I don't want it like that either." I finished. We were both on the same page. Play acting was a lot more our speed. Both being strong personalities, if either of us had to submit for too long, something would die in us, and that would be the end of it.

I was content that I'd successfully woken Joe up out of his depressed stupor long enough to see me, long enough to be present and to understand that I will not sit idly by and allow him to hurt me... beyond a point.

******

I walked back inside the house after taking out the rubbish and ran into Joe as he was coming in from work. Kissing children and cuddling me, he sauntered off to the study and I sighed, wondering when I'd see him again. I felt deflated that my connection with him seemed to have vaporised once again.

Then he looked back at me, smiled with a very familiar glimmer in his eye, and winked.

As he rounded the doorway into the study he called back at me "Honey, could you come in here? I have a...er...story to show you."



You Asked For It



Molly cocked an eyebrow at her husband, her expression showing a mixture of amusement and concern. "Hank, are you sure you want me to do this?" She stood in their bedroom, fully dressed, looking subtly sexy in her suit and glasses as she stood over her husband.

Her husband, nude and laying on the bed nodded. He was blushing a little, but his cock was rock hard and twitching with excitement. "Yes. Please. I know it sounds nuts, but I really want to try this."

"Okay. Just so we're clear. I won't be back to release you for seven hours at the earliest."

"I know."

"And you want it to last the entire time, non-stop?"

Hank nodded vigorously. Molly let out a half-sigh, half-chuckle and motioned to him. Hank felt her magic take hold of his body, forcing his limbs spread eagle, and then freezing him in place. With a twitch of her finger, Hank then levitated into the air, still stiffly spread eagle, his cock pointing straight to the ceiling. He hovered about two feet off the bed like that.

"Last chance to back out," said Molly as she poised her hand. Hank shook his head. Molly shrugged and twitched a finger again, and Hank was frozen almost completely, his whole body stiff as a statue. All he could do now was blink and breathe, and his cock could still twitch and jerk. Molly then wriggled her fingers briefly over Hank's cock, and he gasped. He could feel the sensation of soft, tickling feathers, and wet, velvety tongues stroking and licking his cock.

Hank groaned. "J-jeez," he murmured through his partly open mouth. "Kind of... intense... to start..."

"Good," said Molly. She leaned over and gave him a deep kiss, then said, "Have fun now, sweetie."

"Th-thank you," said Hank. He let out a soft moan as two phantom tongues licked a very sensitive spot on his cock, lingering as they went. "L-love you!"

Molly smiled, then leaned down and gave the tip of his penis a quick kiss. "I love you, too. See you tonight." With that, she walked out the door, shaking her head in amusement. Honestly. Her husband was such a freak. She knew plenty of women liked to use their newfound Sex Magic to playfully torment their husbands, but Molly had not originally been into the idea. Ironically, Hank very much had been into the idea of a female dominant sex life. Molly had been more than willing to take it easy on her husband, but Hank turned out to be a real sensual masochist. Given the benefits of magical cockteasing, Molly had no problem going along with it, even if her silly, horny husband's ideas were a bit wild. 

Like today. He'd been wanting for weeks now to have Molly do something he'd read about on an orgasm denial forum. He'd wanted her to use her magic to bind him in place, and then continuously stimulate his penis, testicles, even his asshole, with magical, phantom touches all day. The idea intimidated him, but he could not get it out of his mind. So today, Molly decided to indulge him. As he stayed at home, helplessly suffering constant stimulation without relief, the output of his sexual energy would be imbuing Molly with energy all day.

She was a little worried he might be utterly out of his mind by the time she got home. But she could easily use her magic to check up on him hourly, see how he was doing, and stop if it seemed like it was too much. He should be okay. She'd just allowed him to have an orgasm five days ago, so he wasn't too backed up. After today, however, five days might seem like five weeks!

HOUR ONE

Getting a quick breakfast, heading to work, and getting herself oriented at her desk ate up the first hour since she'd left. Just before she started working in earnest, she checked on Hank, casting her senses all the way back to her house. She could "see" him there, still floating rigid in the air. He was moaning, and would have been squirming if she hadn't frozen him in place so thoroughly. His penis flexed rapidly as it tried futilely to cum. Molly let out a chuckle and shook her head. He was going to be a complete wreck by the time she got back.

HOUR TWO

The second check up revealed he was the same as before, though his testicles ached more from the teasing. Even still, Molly could feel the energy flowing off him, imbuing her with energy even from a distance of several miles. His thoughts were a whirl of sexual fever dreams about her, making love to her, worshipping her body. Molly bit her lip and flexed her thighs as she saw her husband's erotic thoughts. She felt herself moistening as she saw his fantasies of eating her out. She cut off the "visual" before she could get too riled up. She still had several hours of work left.

As she went back to her paperwork, one of her co-workers walked by, and noticed her chuckling again. It was Peggy, the woman in the next cubical over. "Something funny, Molly?" she said, a smirk on her face.

"Oh, nothing," said Molly. "My husband's just a fool."

"Ah," she said. "Well, you know how to keep those silly boys in line, right?"

"Haha, yes, I know," said Molly. 

HOUR THREE

He was whimpering quite pitifully by now. Molly smirked as she saw his fantasies had gotten even more intense, as though he thought he could somehow defeat her orgasm block if he just willed himself to be horny enough. But that's now how it worked, unfortunately. Hank's will was inconsequential against Molly's magic. He could think with every fiber of his being, strain with every cell in his body, and he was still utterly powerless against a simple spell Molly could instill with a casual thought.

It was scary just how powerful the magic was, at least in its own context. And yet, how odd it was so strangely focused on sex specifically. Scientists had been ripping their hair out trying to figure out the mechanics and reasons for it, and no one was the wiser. That didn't stop more and more women from learning to enjoy the power.

Molly decided a little extra sensation was in order. Now, on top of the feathers and tongues, Hank could feel a gentle, yet firm, hand close on his testicles, rolling them back and forth, before giving them a firm squeeze. Not quite enough to hurt, but enough to make him squirm with discomfort. This contrast to the sheer pleasure of the other sensations threw him off, an unexpected sensation catching him off guard. For a moment, he almost forgot the feathers and tongues. And then, the squeezing sensation released, and the pleasure struck him hard again. Hank let out a cry. Molly let the phantom hand do its work, rolling his balls, squeezing them at random, leaving Hank in a confusing whirl of sensations.

HOUR FOUR

At the fourth hour, Hank cracked. When Molly checked on him, he was begging in his mind for mercy. It was too much, he thought-begged, way too much to handle! He needed to cum NOW!

Molly almost let him go right then, but she hesitated. She'd been feeling wonderful all morning. She was already done with today's workload and now had time to get through her backlog of side projects. All because of the ethereal essence of sex Mark was sending her, his extreme state of arousal and sensual desperation beaming raw, uncut energy that kept her refreshed, focused, and she had to admit, feeling very happy. Part of her didn't want it to stop.

Goodness, no wonder her girlfriends and female co-workers had gotten so enamored with using their powers, especially prolonged orgasm denial. Molly hadn't done any teasing this intense before, and if it felt this good now, just imagine the euphoria of something even more intense!

Besides, Hank had begged her to do this to him for a while now. He had wanted her to not stop until she got back from work. So, this was fulfilling his desires. It wasn't her fault he couldn't handle his own wants.

To be nice, Molly toned down the sensations, so they weren't quite as intense, but they were still more than enough to drive Hank crazy.

HOUR FIVE

Hank, realizing he was actually trapped by Molly's magic and she wasn't going to let him go, had gotten beyond desperate by now. Unable to coherently try and reason with her to let go, he was reduced to using passive aggressive means to push her to stop. He cursed himself for not giving her a safeword. But then, he hadn't thought he'd need it. Didn't she sense how much he was suffering?

So, he decided to make sure she knew he was serious by fantasizing about other women he knew. Of course, no woman turned his crank like Molly did, but he knew several gorgeous women, all of which he wouldn't turn down a night in bed with if he wasn't already married. Hank fantasized about his ex from high school, a couple of his his co-workers, the woman who lived a few houses down (and who had once "accidentally" let Hank see her pussy when she bent over to pick up her paper, having "forgotten" she hadn't put any panties on). Hank imagined them and more being the ones licking and tickling his cock.

As she said at her desk, not even pausing in her work, Molly let out a derisive snort. "Oh, you silly, horny fool," she said to herself. "You really want to play this game? I think you want me to punish you!" So saying, she reached out with her power, and Hank wailed in sexual anguish as she not only increased the intensity of the phantom sensations, she switched them to more intense feelings. The feathers became slick hands jerking him in a variety of paces, the tongues became full mouths kissing and sucking him with different techniques. Two dozen separate stimulations, more than the human nervous system was designed to comprehend at one time. Molly's magic made him feel each one distinctly, as well as blended together.

Hank's attempted "revenge" fantasies broke down, and once again Molly was the focus. In his thoughts, she laughed triumphantly as he was sundered by her power. Molly let the sensations continue, regardless.

HOUR SIX

Quitting time. Finally. Molly had managed to just finish most of her backlog of projects. As she organized her desk, she noticed she wasn't feeling the usual fatigue, no cramps or stiffness like she would normally get from sitting at her desk all day. She stood and stretched out of habit and let out a soft sigh as felt a wonderful tingle all over her body. The energy from Hank made her feel like she could work another three days straight without a need for rest! Not that working was what she wanted to waste her time on, of course...

Peggy popped her head around the cubical and said, "Hey, Molly, some of us were going to get a drink at the bar. You coming?"

Molly laughed, a tad flushed. "It's not even five yet, you lushes! And I have some grocery shopping to do."

"Hey, it's not our fault happy hour starts early!" Peggy laughed. Then she noticed Molly's sudden rosy complexion. Even though women could not sense one another's level of arousal, Peggy could sense the aura of energy Peggy was imbued with. To her senses, Molly was practically glowing. "Woah! Are you, uh, are you using your magic on someone?"

Molly leaned forward and lowered her voice, almost conspiratorially. "My husband. He wanted me to tease him today. All day."

Peggy's eyes widened, then she grinned. "Oh, my god, no way! Really?" She laughed. "So tell me what you're doing to him!"

Molly would normally be a bit shy about such things, but she was feeling too good, caught up in the moment. She described how she'd bound Hank in magic and was continuously assaulting his penis with the phantom hands and mouths.

Peggy laughed. "That's awesome! I used to do that to my boyfriend sometimes when I was mad at him. Just pin him to the bed with my powers and use a psychic hand to tease him. I didn't even have to do much, actually, just make it feel like I was holding his cock. That would frustrated him and he'd hump the air trying to get friction, but of course, it's a psychic hand, so there's nothing really there to thrust against.

"Occasionally, I'd make the hand squeeze him a few times, and he'd be so riled up by then, he'd almost cum just from that!" She laughed again. "I kept him that way for eight hours, one day. He was furious. But his helplessness just aroused him even more! When I finally let him go, he was ready to chew me out. But I just reached over and gave his penis tip a single flick with my finger. He came so hard, he blacked out!" 

"Wow," said Molly. "But you don't do that stuff anymore?"

Peggy shrugged. "Eh, we broke up. Now he's dating my old roommate." She giggled. "Last I heard, she only lets him cum once every three months."

Molly frowned and shook her head. "Poor guy," she said. However, she couldn't quite hide the mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"So how is Hank doing now?" said Peggy. "He still alive?"

Molly extended her senses to check. Hank seemed to now be in such a state of euphoric torment, he wasn't even thinking coherently at all. His thoughts were a gibberish state of sexual images, sounds, and begging. He would probably have blacked out by now, but Molly's magic forced him to stay conscious. His cock was harder than she'd ever seen it.

"I think he's ready to cum," said Molly, chuckling. "But he'll have to wait till I get back home."

Peggy nodded sagely, then grinned and winked. "So... drinks?"

HOUR TEN

Happy hour extended into an early dinner, as Molly, Peggy, and a few other co-workers hung out, and regaled one another with office gripes, the weather, what was on television, where they got those fabulous shoes. But eventually, the topic switched to sex, as it inevitably did in these days of rampant Sex Magic. The other women all noticed Molly's heightened state of alertness and happy aura. The men in the bar/restaurant noticed too. When a woman bathed in sexual energy, she was simply "on" in a way that people inherently noticed. Molly could sense over a dozen erections in the room, all thanks to her.

Molly confessed to them she'd been teasing Hank all day, and that opened up the table to all sorts of conversations. She learned quite a few things about her co-workers that day. Aside from Peggy doing similar teases to her old boyfriend, she found out Libby liked to wake up her husband every day with an intense psychic blowjob, and then would not let him go to bed until he'd licked her pussy, so the taste of her kept him hard all through the night. Samantha actually had two live in boyfriends, and even though both were straight, the only way she would allow them to cum is if they sucked each other off. Ursula cuckholded her husband, fucking young studs right in front of him; however it wasn't so bad, as she let her neighbor, a cute college girl, take control of her husbands orgasms, and tease him. Clair would invade her husband's dreams nightly, and run him through agonizingly intense orgy scenarios, where he'd have to please dozens of women while never getting to cum; when she did let him cum, she would only allow him to while he was sleep, so he hadn't fully enjoyed a real, conscious orgasm in five years.

Molly flushed as she heard all the confessions. So many wicked ideas, and the poor, poor men who suffered them. Except deep down, the women could sense, in that primal, lizard brain part of their husband's minds, they secretly wanted such treatment. Hell, just like with Hank, half these teasing ideas had come from the men! What man wouldn't want his wife or girlfriend to lavish such frequent and intense attention on their cocks? Even if they were being cruel, it was all in good fun, and all because it drove them absolutely wild in a way no vanilla relationship could. And of course, it was hardly the women's fault that the men couldn't handle their own insane fantasies.

When Molly finally came home, Hank was a complete wreck, as she'd predicted. She'd intensified the sensations of the phantom hands and mouths twice over when she'd been at dinner, and now Hank was capable only of crying and whimpering. He had no sense of time anymore, lost in world of overwhelming pleasure and the desperate need for relief. Molly, her pussy, tingling with desire and already wet enough to start staining her pants, quickly stripped. She then used the magic to grip her own body and she floated into the air. Hovering over to Hank, she watched his face and his mind as he moaned and shivered in intense ecstasy. And beneath the storm of sensation, beneath the insane desperation, she could see, deep in what corners of awareness Hank had still functioning, that he was happy, grooving on that primitive bliss.

Molly chuckled. Men were such freaks. Sex Magic was the best thing that ever happened to them, really. Of course, it was an even better thing for women, and that suited Molly just fine. She lowered her naked body onto his, and took his cock into her. As she did, she jolted Hank's mind, forcing him to become more cognizant of his surroundings. She unfroze his body, and he flailed a bit, before focusing on her.

"M-m-molly..." he gasped, his voice ragged. "P-p-please..."

Molly, who hadn't stopped the phantom sensations, gave his cock a firm squeeze with her pussy, which nearly made Hank pass out again. "Earn it, stud," she said, purring into his ear. Hank clutched her tightly and started thrusting. Floating in the air, the action was surprisingly difficult. Hank had to depend on his own grip on her to give him leverage. But one he got his bearings, he pounded into her like a piston.

Molly let herself be taken, feeling Hank fill her, his hot, impossibly hard organ striking every sensitive nerve in a way that electrified her. The magic cut both ways like this, every sensation seemed magnified as he thrust into her, kissed her neck and chest. Molly wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him and howled with pleasure as he attempted to fuck her into submission, even wrapped in her power as he still was.

Molly was in tears herself as she came within just a couple minutes. She let Hank continue, driving himself crazy even as he drove her to another orgasm, then another, and another. 

HOUR FOURTEEN

It was past midnight before Molly finally let Hank stop. Even with the healing effects of the magic, Hank was exhausted, the sheer need and unceasing pleasure too much for him to process. Molly let the two of them finally drop down onto the bed, where she cradled Hank soothingly, letting his head rest upon her breast, his cock burning hot against her leg. Only then did she finally ease down the teasing magic, causing each set of phantom hands and mouths to fade one by one. When they all ceased, Hank finally passed out, going into a dreamless sleep.

Molly lay in a near daze, soaking in the energy and euphoria, stunned at what she'd just done, and at just how good it felt. No wonder Hank loved this stuff so much! She looked down at his penis, drenched in her fluids, and still leaking pre-cum. The poor, teased organ was still screaming for release to her senses, the pressure so intense, it made Molly wince, even as it made her body tingle with pleasure.

She smiled, reached down, and lightly tickled the sensitive tip. Hank moaned and stirred, but didn't awaken, even though his cock jerked fiercely against her leg. She still hadn't let him cum. She kissed the top of his head and used another bit of power to telepathically plant an idea in his mind, a message he would "hear" upon awakening.

"Tomorrow, I'm yours. All day, any hole you want, for as long as you want, until you've drained every drop you can." Then she added. "Just know that for every time you cum, I'll be planning a special punishment for you later." She chuckled to herself, knowing that would just drive him even battier. She then closed her eyes and let out a satisfied sigh, letting the desperate need of Hanks genitals lull her to sleep.