16 comments/ 19753 views/ 8 favorites 33 Years of Sex with Sandi By: 33WastedYears The following are accounts of actual events between my ex-wife and me. Obviously with possible legal ramifications, I have changed the names. This is my first submitted story, so either send me some Vaseline, or be gentle with your comments. Thanks for reading. I swear to God, as much as she's done to me in the last few months, I want to fuck her so bad right now I can feel it. Feel her warm, inviting mouth taking my dick to the root slowly, agonizingly, swirling her tongue across the head and corona, sucking in gently, increasing the vacuum until her cheeks are hollow. She shakes her head from side to side, as if she's saying "no." Her hair falls down and tickles my abdomen. I can feel that feeling in exquisite detail. Later she would throw her leg over my hips, center that sweet pussy over my cock and envelope it in the silkiest warmth imaginable. She pauses a few seconds and I can feel her giant tits smashed against my chest. But I can wait no longer. When it comes to her body, I've never been a patient man. I want to experience it as fast as I can. Like a kid on Halloween night with a sack full of candy. At that exact moment I promise myself, "Let's get this first one out of the way, then I'll come back and take my time." And I have every intention of doing just that, but I never do. She leaves me drained of energy, absorbing everything I have. I'll deal with that later. Right now there's something more important on my mind. I have to see them. "Sit up for me, Hon." She obeys. "Wait." That hideous garment has to go, whatever it is. I struggle with it a few seconds in a futile effort. She helps me pull the straps off her shoulders, pushing it down clear of her breasts. Suddenly, everything moves in slow motion as she sits up straight on me. I stare dumbfounded at the most perfect set of tits I have ever seen. They're too perfect to touch, so I stare. My assessment is not exaggerated at all. In my lifetime I estimate that I must seen tens of thousands of tits, starting when I was a kid and found a Playboy magazine in my neighbor's trash can. Now with the world's finest tits available at the click of a mouse, I still have not seen a finer set. 33 years ago, two things attracted me to her physically: her tits and her thunder thighs. Back then her tits were a magnificent 36D. When she told me how big they were, her face flushed with pride. After 3 kids, they're now a spectacular 38DD.But it's the shape that puts them into a category of their own. They're perfectly shaped and all-natural. She's camped on my erection with her shoulders back, thrusting those glorious globes out there for all the world to feel. She knows exactly what she's bringing to the party. The perfection is in the arc which begins at her shoulder, runs down her chest and ends at her nipple, which is the size and shape of a fat Sweet Tart. They're always erect. But the most outstanding feature is the underside. I've seen pictures of women wearing short, cut-off t-shirts that cover their tits to just below the nipples, leaving the bottoms of their tits exposed. There's a Japanese word for that style, but I can't think of it right now. I love it. I always wondered what Sandi's prize-winners would look like showcased like that. So I bought a "wife-beater" t-shirt and cut it off, estimating where I thought it would look best and had her put it on. I didn't cut it to the right length and didn't get the effect I wanted. I never got around to getting another t-shirt after that. Anyway, her underside is full and round, shaped round - like a grapefruit. They don't sag (well, a little - she DID have 3 kids and is in her early 50's) or flatten out. They blossom out below the nipple. I could stare at them for hours. I tried to convince her to run around the house naked (every husband's fantasy). And, if not fully naked, at least topless, just so I could see them. She never did. They feel heavy and firm in your hand. I loved to suck on them until the nipples became raw. The dollar pancake-sized areoles are unique because they don't match. The left one (my personal favorite, because it was the closest one to me when we lay in the bed. Easy access leads to greater familiarity) is a solid, light brown color, while the right one is a mottled pink color and points a little more to the outside. I always loved the delicate blue veins that criss-crossed her tits. Over the right nipple, on the light brown areola was an upside down "Y" with the nipple in the middle of the "Y." Ah, sonnets could be written about those tits. And these are tits, not breasts. Breasts are for nursing babies. Tits are for men to enjoy. And, Lord, I did. So while my eyes are focused on the finest tits in the known universe, she starts a gentle rocking motion on my pecker. Not up and down, but front to back. "Scooting" on me, like she's trying to grind my dick off. Her upper body barely moves. Everything happens below the waist. This also provides another of my favorite sights. In this position at the end of her forward stroke, the very top of her slit peeks out and winks at you. All that slick heat surrounds me, enveloping every square millimeter, slathering me in her juices. It feels as if it's not touching anything, but being manhandled by a whisper. I comment that I'm not that sensitive in that position and I might be able to go a long time. She shifts her hips and begins again. I can only endure about 10 seconds - it feels so good. She just knows how to do me. I succumb to the pleasure and further add to her lubrication. The most wonderfully exhausting feeling imaginable. But it's also accompanied by a twinge of guilt - she didn't get off. Damned dick. Always shooting too soon. She smiles down at me, pleased to be the source of the pleasure that shows in my eyes. Her gentle smile knows my thoughts and says to me, "It's all right, this was for you." At this point you're probably thinking something I don't want to hear. So to hell with you. It's the way it was most, if not all the time. I just couldn't last long enough for her to get off on my click. Being 100 lbs overweight didn't help either. Well, a lot's changed since then. We're divorced now. We haven't fucked in over a year and a half. I haven't seen her in months, but she hasn't seen me either. I lost 80 lbs. And look much different than I did in the video I just described above. She lost some weight, too. In the last year I've only seen her from a distance, but it looks like some of it came off her 38DD's. I'd bet they're not that big anymore. But, I have proof of their former greatness forever locked in time. As a married couple we made videos on three different occasions for personal use. Later on, they became a point of contention between us. But, however reluctantly, she agreed three times to let me make her into a porn star. The first one was filmed on an overnight trip to a fairly local destination that featured a world-class restaurant with a few rooms you could rent on the grounds. The rooms were nice - not special, but comfortable. I told Sandi I wanted to take the video camera and tripod and maybe make a sex movie. I didn't have anything in particular in mind except to get her gorgeous body naked doing various sexual acts on camera. Since this was all new to us, I was unsure how she would react to the camera. Would she be timid and shy, hesitant, or would I realize my secret hope. As the night unfolded, my dreams came gloriously true. Though she would never admit it, when the camera started rolling, she revealed a hidden exhibitionist streak inside her. By the way she immersed herself in the task; it's obvious something lit her fuse. She even deviated from the script and improvised some spur of the moment touches. For instance, she dipped her middle finger in the glass of wine she was sipping and smeared little circles on her nipples and the insides of her upper thighs, then she licked her finger clean, sticking it into her mouth, sucking it like it was a dick. Very erotic. But, in my opinion, the highlight of the first part was when she pulled the wispy, transparent white negligee over her head, tossed it aside and locked her fingers behind her head. She slowly rotated her shoulders from side to side showing off her magnificent tits for the camera. Then her hands began moving down her chest, palms flat, over the tips, caressing the undersides, then reversing to take the return trip. Her nipples were so hard that, as her fingertips moved over them, each was raised in sequence. I only wish she would have squeezed them together roughly, or pinched her nipples really hard, pulling them away from her chest, or put her hands back behind her head and agitate them from side to side. I would like to have seen them flopping around uncontrollably. But what she DID do always makes me cum just by watching it. Then she settled back into a mountain of pillows, looking like the reclining Rubenesque woman in the whorehouse paintings of the old west. Voluptuous, seductive. Both have a body built with one purpose, one supreme purpose for which it has been perfectly fashioned above all other women - seducing, then fucking the absolute shit out of a man. Her hips, tits, mouth, ass, and pussy - all realize their highest achievement when engrossed in anything sexual. She is so perfectly adapted to pleasuring a man, both physically and visually. Then she proceeded to fulfill the destiny her sumptuous body was created for. She began touching herself. And for the next 12 minutes, from the first tenuous touch, she built the sexual tension in her body until she plundered her clit in a savage beating, jamming her two middle fingers two knuckles deep in her cunt, clamping her knees together and squeezing orgasm after orgasm from her molten pussy. She couldn't shove them any deeper; they sparkled with her juices as she pulled them from her pussy the last time. Now, I've seen thousands of women masturbate, but not one did herself like Sandi did. She was so alive to her own touch, so animated, so attentive to her own body. And never as many orgasms in such a short time. She must have cum 15 times in those 12 minutes. She varied her technique from direct to indirect clitoral stimulation around her inner labia, stroking her pussy from bottom to top with the flat of her fingertips. It was slow, firm and deli berate. She clenched her butt cheeks, raising her hips off the bed as if pushing up, reaching for a phantom cock to penetrate her, sinking into her depths. As she became more and more excited and sensitive, her frantic strokes randomly hit her clit just right, sending her hips flying off the bed as if jolted by electricity. I always loved how it made her tits jiggle uncontrollably. Though she rarely made a sound, her face was locked in intense concentration, all attention and energy in her body focused on the need between her legs. She would suddenly expel what seemed like five minutes of air, then suck her lungs full again, pressing her lips together, never relieving the attack on her soaking cunt. When she finished and withdrew her fingers from her pussy, her eyes were glazed over in orgasmic bliss. It took her a few seconds to fully open her eyes and return to our world. She had well, and truly fucked herself, and in the process, created a pornographic masterpiece. I told her when we started that she must use only her fingers and hands to achieve her first orgasm. She had far exceeded my wildest expectations. It is one of the hottest things I have every seen. It is rivaled only by the second half of the film. In between, as an erotic interlude she improvises further. She uses her vibrator to tickle her nipples, circling the tip around her right one; she coats it with the pussy juice she had left on the vibrator. Her nipple glistens in the light, making it sparkle. She switches to the left nipple. But there is no more slickness left on the tip of the vibrator. So she dips it in her pussy and continues painting her left nipple. She just can't help but exude sex. Her gifted, fuckable body lies in repose, her knees apart and drawn back. She has a look on her face that makes you hope you know what you're about to ignite. And hope like hell you can just hang on for the ride. In those sultry, languid eyes lies a challenge to your testosterone levels. "This body will not let you go until it is satisfied." Her pussy pulsates as it prepares for action. Hungry, waiting to suck your cock in, drain all your life fluids, then spit is back out like a busted balloon. But what a way to die! Just smother my face in her sweet pussy and roll my cock in that wetness like an ear of corn. So for the second part I told her she could use her favorite, surest way of getting off - her blue vibrator. It's about 6-7" of insertable length, rather slim. The main reason it's her favorite is because it is rigid for about ¾ of its length. Stiff and inflexible. This made "Old Blue" her "fuck myself" toy of choice. The rigidity allowed her to insert the tip, hook it inside the bottom of her pussy and use "Old Blue" like a lever, grinding the shaft directly on her clit. You'd think it would hurt when she took both hands and pulled it as hard as she could against her little nub. But it's exactly the opposite. After 5 minutes of "waking up" her clit, she began grinding with a purpose until her whole body was jolted in an instant seizure of electrical ecstasy. Then she plunged it as deep as it would go into her sopping cunt 6 or 8 times, causing another thundering jolt. Her knees snapped together and her hips shot off the mattress. They slowly relaxed as her orgasm washed over her whole body. She repeated this pattern over and over. Ten multi-orgasmic minutes later she improvised once again. She has already done everything I wanted her to do, so she decided to do this for herself. She flipped over to her hands and knees and stuffed a pillow under her tits for support. She stuck her full, round ass in the air and proceeded to fuck herself with her favorite toy in her favorite position. She arched her back, her pussy stretched upwards. It's trying for all it's worth to strip the rubber off "Old Blue", who kissed the inside sweet spot over and over. I can count on one hand the number of times I've seen a woman masturbate in this position, the hottest thing I've ever seen. For that video I edited the raw footage and added music to the final product. It was hot. As soon as I finished the final edit, I burned it to a DVD. It took several days to get the edit just right and the night after I finished it, I decided I wanted her to see it. I had visions of a wild night of unbridled sex afterwards if she thought it was as hot as I did. So I placed two chairs side by side in front of the TV and inserted the DVD. She sat in one chair, I in the other. I had worked on the video in secret, working on it while she was gone, or already in bed. So she had no idea what she was about to see. She knew nothing of its existence. It was going to be a complete surprise to her. For the next 27 minutes we watched, her eyes were riveted to the screen. She sat mesmerized watching herself achieve orgasm after orgasm. A couple of times she shifted in her seat, squirming. I knew she was incredibly turned on. It was as if she was remembering how hot she had been on the day of the filming, or she was imagining herself doing right then what she was watching on the video. Afterwards I asked her if the video had made her horny. She agreed emphatically, which I took to be a good sign. I really had no idea how she would react. At that point I was ready to as carry her naked to the bedroom. But the next few moments passed in silence, my early enthusiasm began to fade. Then, she said, "You said you were going to destroy that tape." That was NOT what I had said. She had misgivings about it when I first asked her to do it. The solution I arrived at was this, "If you're not comfortable with this, the tape COULD BE destroyed." A very general statement, nothing specific. But I didn't want to destroy it now knowing how hot it had looked from behind the view finder. But what stuck in her mind was that I was going to destroy it. Not us, but me. It wasn't the truth, but she believed what she believed as fact. There was no doubt in her mind what I had said. So it was portrayed as a betrayal, and a lie of epic proportions. We never watched it together again. But it would come up in nearly every major argument after that. My betrayal and her accusation which never matched the facts. The weird thing is, when I asked her a couple of years later to make another film, she agreed - 2 more times, in fact. Imagine that. So, for the second video I set up 2 cameras on tripods. One, on her side, at the foot of the bed facing the head. The other on my side facing the bed. The plot was similar to the first video. The first part featured her masturbating with Old Blue, then switching to a second, much larger vibrator before finishing up with Old Blue. I had bought the monster vibrator a couple of months before. Something I really wanted to see her use. I'm not blessed with a third leg, which plays a role in a couple of fantasies of mine. Now, I have no burning desire to see some muscular stud with a mammoth dick hunching over my wife laying his pipe to her trench while she makes sounds and moves in ways she never did with me. I mean, what if she decided she liked him more than me? Insecurity issues? Screw you. But I still wanted to see her pussy spread by a big dick, with that little ring of white pussy skin stretched around it, indicating it's being expanded to its limits. I wanna see if she can cum on a big cock alone, with no clitoral stimulation. She said she couldn't; I bet she could. So, as an alternative, I bought the big pink monster vibrator. It was 9" insertable and a full, meaty 2 ½" thick. That's what I was after. I noticed in the film that she used it differently than Old Blue, for some reason. Instead of grinding it all over her clit, like she did with Old Blue, she did very little of that. But she would insert it slowly into her pussy, like she wanted to feel every millimeter enter her. She pushed it in as far as it would go. It didn't appear that the size was causing any problems. She didn't wince in pain at all. Her pussy looked nicely stretched and she appeared to enjoy it, but in a very subdued manner. Sometimes, if you were watching closely, you could see those little involuntary pelvic jerks indicating some really good feeling nerves inside her vaginal canal were firing, and she wasn't touch her clit at all. What did this indicate? It looked like to me that she was holding something back, fearful of raising any suspicions as to where she would have gained an appreciation for big cocks. She looked like it was all she could do to keep from closing her eyes, throwing her head back and embedding that huge rubber cock as far and as hard as she could cram it repeatedly. She looked like she ached to feel it deep, like she might be getting from a big cock somewhere else. But after a few minutes, she claimed it was too large. That it hurt. She didn't like it. I saw no signs of physical discomfort, even after watching the video dozens of times. I wondered if she would have reacted differently if I hadn't been there. I wanted her to take that giant slab of penis-shaped rubber, lube it up real good and stuff it into that gorgeous cunt over and over until she screamed out her orgasm. Another unrealized fantasy of mine. However, I did just that in the third video with Old Blue. By then, the big guy was long gone. She said it hurt, but I think she couldn't afford to slip up and let me see that she really loved it. With it gone, the hazard was removed. 33 Years of Sex with Sandi So, later on in the second video she gave me a blow job. I had adjusted the zoom without adjusting the center of the shot. Consequently, the center of the shot was mostly too high. After a couple of minutes, I adjusted my body position which was enough to see some of the shot. But as you can tell from my opening, my mind remembers it quite well. Then she jumped on me and rode me until I came, as I described earlier. To round things off, the very start of the film showed her in the shower. It was a little disappointing. It was only a rinse off and the "naughty bits" shower. Her tits were covered with some kind of heavy black bra thing, which was to be my nemesis the rest of the night. But she DID give her pussy a vigorous cleaning using both hands, her legs spread wide. Very noteworthy. I'm not sure she ever saw the last video. It was a kind of afterthought. I had packed the video camera for a long weekend at our favorite cabin as more of an option rather than a plan. But in many ways it was the most intimate of all the videos. Most of the film consisted of her pussy filling the screen in POV. I always loved the shape and curve of her mons. Come to think of it, there just isn't a single part of her body that isn't perfect entirely. But her pussy is extraordinarily beautiful. The inner and outer labia are perfectly formed, not misshaped or too large. I also love the sight of that single female-defining vertical slit before it opens up. It's the anticipation of knowing what lies hiding just beneath that excites me. It's like saying, "Ho, Ho, Ho," to a kid. Gets a smile from them every time - because they know what that sound means. And Sandi's slit gets an animalistic, primal grunt from me every time. So the third video opens with the visually sexual goldmine Sandi lying blindfolded on the bed, arms above her head and legs straight and spread slightly. In the dialogue, I'm firm and in control, while she's being the recipient. We'll explore this in depth later. I tell her to spread her legs to give more access to the focus of my ministrations. They open a little, but still not enough, so I spread them out where I want them myself. I insert two fingers, circling them inside, gauging her initial lever of arousal. She is already very wet and excited, a fact that she downplays. She never lets me know if she is horny, or wants sex, or it she enjoys it. She just can't be vulnerable like that and admit that she needs to fuck, too. I've learned, over the years, to recognize the physical signs of her arousal even though she tries to hide it. Those times are the most fun. She could be jerking uncontrollably and claim "It feels moderately good." For instance, sometimes when I'm in position and ready to penetrate her, I'll ask her (just for laughs) which hole she wants me to stick it in. If she says, "Oh, wherever you want," I know she wants it in her ass. She just doesn't want it to sound like it's her idea - but I know she does. (Who do you think you're fooling?) But on this day she is wet and ready, which of course she downplays when I comment on it. "Well, imagine that," she says coolly. That's Ok. I'm going to wipe that Mona Lisa smile off her face in a few minutes. In the couple of years before this, she had become interested in some mild bondage. She liked nipple clamps, so we got a pair that vibrated. She has them on now. A little later she asks if they get any tighter. She's starting to get into it. I start with a very flexible, flesh-colored vibrator. Its size and shape mimic a real penis and is very lifelike. She hasn't figured out that I buy them like that on purpose as a way to fantasize about her taking another cock in her. Maybe nudging her mind another small step closer to accepting another cock pleasuring her pussy as it would another vibrator, only it's attached to a body. A little mind trick. A frog in the kettle thing. Just in case I would decide I could do that sometime in the future. But, hell, she may already be there, just waiting on me to get there. So, I'm working this fake dick in and out and around her pussy. It's flexible so, I'd push the top third in her pussy, then bend it to a 90 degree angle so that the thick end is stroking back and forth across her clit repeatedly. Her hips start pushing against the pressure on her clit, moving it around, soaking up the good feelings. She's definitely on her way up. Then she lays a bomb on me in a matter-of-fact voice, "Sometimes I wish you'd tie me up and just 'take' me and have your way with me. It's what I'm fantasizing about right now." She'd never said anything like that before and it moved the evening onto an alternate time line. I set the camera down with it facing her square in the pussy while I tied her hands and legs to the bedposts. But I didn't want all the sensation and building to stop while I tied her up, so I took Old Blue and propped it up on the bed with its tip buzzing away on her clit. It wasn't long before her hips began a slow rotation trying to increase the vital contact. It was so hot watching her hips moving seductively chasing that vibrator around trying desperately to coax an orgasm out of Old Blue. After tying her up, I returned to teasing and tantalizing her. After a few more minutes I saw she was ready for the next phase. I started a slow, methodical in and out motion. Not too fast, but incessant. Like you're at the start of something that's gonna take a while and you know it won't stop. It's gonna get faster and faster until you cum hard. I'm giving her something she can build the anticipation on. She gets in synch with the plan and starts rotating her hips again. She's trying to spread the contact around to touch different places inside her. As the speed increases she gives more and more of herself over to the feelings and her hips can't keep up anymore. She stops and just holds them off the bed with only her shoulders and heels touching. But I wasn't finished yet. I made a final adjustment, getting myself into a better position which would send her into orbit. I got on my knees beside her, taking the camera in my left hand, and getting a better grip and driving angle on Old Blue. I wanted to record the moment she cums. The final assault on her pussy began slowly and increased to ramming speed, fucking her like a sewing machine. Her body froze, unmoving as all the nerves in her cunt were lining up to fire their barrage of primal "fuck me" signals directly to her brain. Higher and higher her hips come off the bed in anticipation of the sexual tension about to be released. Her eyes were squeezed shut. This was coming fast and coming hard. After 30 seconds more of this, her eyes flew open, her pussy jerked up., electrified with waves of signals firing off everywhere at once. A scream clawed itself from deep in her throat as her chin shot up and her head went back making the veins bulge on the sides of her neck. For what seemed like 30 minutes, but was probably 30 seconds she is frozen in that position, every neuron of feeling is being squeezed out of her. She floats suspended between heaven and earth, existing in another reality. Finally, she began to relax, her hips rested back on the bed. She unclenched her fists and spread her fingers. The camera captured it all. She lay dead on the bed, sexually spent. All I can say is that the bondage had somehow kicked her mind into sexual overdrive. It had gone against everything she had ever claimed about being able to achieve orgasm only through clitoral stimulation. I had just gotten her rocks off using NOTHING but penetration. I filed that away for future reference. Maybe what she needed for experiencing vaginal orgasms was a dick bigger than I possessed. But that wasn't the most sexually out of control she ever was. There was one time...Let me tell you about it. That happened at home one April night. What possessed me to do what I did - I'll never know. But talk about a bulls-eye. All I can say is that it must have an aligning of the planets or a full moon - or both. My golf team buddies had planned a practice round for a Friday afternoon, on a course 30 minutes away. We all work so we had to get there as early as possible after work. Even with that we still played the 18th fairway in near darkness. She had mentioned in the past, without much fanfare, that she had a fantasy to be "taken." She envisioned me coming home from work, taking charge and taking what I wanted from her sexually. With no regard whatsoever for her needs of satisfaction. To be treated as nothing more than a sexual object whose sole function is to feed my carnal gratification. I've read that many women have a fantasy similar to this lurking somewhere in the shadows of their brain. It's primal and ancient. "Ugh. Me, Tarzan. You, Jane" stuff. Being pulled by the hair into the woods to be fucked like an animal. But modern women don't want this at the hands of a stranger. It's too dangerous. So, a safer alternative is for their husbands to surprise them by sneaking up behind them, grab the back of their head, smash our mouth over theirs, rip their blouse off, maul their tits, say "ugh" and haul them off over our shoulders to the rumpus room and rut them like a rag doll. That day, I did that. All the way home from the golf course I was wondering how she had taken the email I had sent her just after 8:00 that morning. Here's the actual e-mail. "Tonight when I get home from playing golf, we're going to spend some time together in pursuit of physical pleasure. I should be home sometime between 7:30 and 8:30, maybe earlier, depending on how long it takes us to play. I will call you when we are finished and leaving the parking lot. That should give you plenty of time. I want you to be ready for me when I get home. I don't want to have to take the time to do these things after I get home. Here's what I want you to do: Trim your pubic hair. You're kinda gnarly down there. Take a shower. Use the most feminine smelling stuff you have. I want you to smell girly. Give extra attention with your "special" areas. Lotion up, or whatever. I want to lick all over your velvet skin. Put on a little makeup and the reddest lipstick you have. Slip into one of those naughty little numbers I bought you. Your choice, surprise me. High heels. Need I say more? Pearls. Eat lots of fruit, or drink lots of fruit juices today. No heavy onion or garlic. You'll see why in a second. If you can, take a little nap. I don't want you to play out before I'm through with you. Do we have some clean sheets? I want your pussy sopping wet, so get some toy time in before I get home. I'm talking running down your crack wet. But be gentle; I don't want you sore. When I get in, I want you to get me out of my clothes and help me take a shower. I want you to give extra attention with my "special" areas. Hedonistic pleasure is the rule of the day. Do not work late. Get yourself ready for me. Be creative and think about what I might want you to do to me and what you want me to do you. I want you to let your mind go places it hasn't been in a long time - maybe never. Bon(e) Voyage. Oh yeah, about the fruit thing. You are what you eat. Fruit makes you taste better. I'm gonna to lick your slit slowly into oblivion (the key word here is slowly). You will be aching, begging for my cock by the time I'm through. Can you say multiple orgasms? I hope you're getting wet reading this, thinking about what I'm going to do to you tonight. Let your pussy feel the tingle. I don't need an e-mail response to this." A couple of years later, when we remembered that night, she told me the first time she read my email, it pissed her off. "Who is he to order me to do these things and just expect me to do them because he told me to?" Then she said, as she started doing the things I ordered, she started to get very horny. Then, as I had ordered, she started drinking. I had intended for her to get a little tipsy, losing her inhibitions. Feeling good. But she was almost full-up drunk. Then, as me and my buddies were driving home, she started texting me. For the next 30 minutes we kept a constant dialogue of the most crude, raunchy text messages. The airwaves sizzled between us. When I got home and walked in the door, she wasn't there to greet me, as I had expected. I tiptoed through the house. She was standing in the doorway to the bedroom with her hands on the side door frame above her head. Her hips cocked and her legs spread. She had part of a drink in one hand. I thought at first she might have had a little too much to drink. She was wobbly on her feet and I didn't want her to pass out. I wasn't ready to cancel all my plans just yet. She started preparing me for our evening per my instructions. Some of the liquor wore off, leaving a monster need, ready to pounce on anything vaguely phallic. She teased me by dry humping my leg while fully clothed. She was in rare form and she was NOT going to be denied. But I wanted to drive the pace, getting her ready to spontaneously combust. When she finished with me she assumed what was next and took her skirt off before I could stop her. I wouldn't let her get naked right away. It was all I could do to stop her. So, to maintain control of the situation, I kissed her. I thought it would slow her down a bit. But she locked her arms around my neck and devoured my mouth. She actually bit me. She pulled her body closer and started trying to hump my crotch. She kicked off first one shoe, then the other, launching them across the room somewhere. I broke free. She lay back on the bed with both legs over the side. Then, with her sexiest, most seductive "come fuck me now. You know you want me" look in her eyes, I felt the power shift. She was on the attack. She pulled her knees up until they were spread lewdly apart, her panty-covered crotch in full view. The gusset was soaking wet. With her legs still in the air, she inched her hand downward, grabbed the gusset and yanked it hard. It yielded loudly. Any remnants or pieces that might block the entrance to her pussy were whisked away. Her pussy lips sparkled like diamonds, literally oozing with her nectar. You could have stuffed a roll of paper towels in there and not been hindered by the friction. She wanted. I'd told her not to bother with a bra; it would be a needless obstruction anyway. I wanted to see those magnificent melons bouncing all over the place when I got home. She laid there, legs spread lewdly with her knees back, blatantly exposing herself with no shame or hesitation. She was now the hunter and a certain one of my members - the prey. Because of that I still maintained some leverage. So I held out a while longer. When I didn't immediately yield to her blatant sexual display, she upped the ante. Reaching down, she yanked the lapel of her shirt up and ripped the top button off. She continued until every one had been launched across the room. But instead of letting me see her glorious tits, she pulled the sides and clutched them in her hand, covering her chest. She knew what I wanted to see. Her unspoken deal was on the table. As if she were saying, "If you want to see my big, ole titties, then mount me and cram that fucking cock in me till I scream," or words to that effect. But I did not relent. This was not her night - it was mine. So I took a grip on one of the cuffs of her shirt, snapping it quickly away. The thread in the shoulder gave way as the sleeve was stripped from her arm. The other sleeve fared no better, leaving only the two halves joined together in the back. There was something powerful happening here. We both knew these were old, disposable clothes she wore, but there was a wild, untamed edge to tearing her shirt off her. It just added to the barely-controlled violent dance playing between us. This act seemed to stoke her fuck fires further. I had seen her bid and upped the ante as well. She laid there, breasts uncovered to my stare. They belonged to me. I had claimed them. I reached down triumphantly and seized her nipple and pinched it hard between my thumb and forefinger. Her head went back, her eyes closed and she drew in a sharp breath between her clenched teeth. She arched her back, baring her chest to me, leaning back on her elbows. An offering of raw lust. So I decided to tease her further. I moved around between her legs and lowered my face. Our eyes never left each other's. She was quivering in anticipation. The muscles of her upper thighs were almost uncontrollable. I gave a quick flick with the tip of my tongue on her perineum. It was like I had fired a starting gun. Her hands immediately clamped behind my head, pounding my face into her pussy. I don't think she even cared where it touched. Just touch it! She had a death grip on my head. I thought she might have broken my nose. She lifted her butt in the air while I licked any wet feature I could reach. She rode my face like she was possessed. I was just along for the ride. Everything became focused on feeding the fire between her legs. Anything was fair game as long as it was hard and fast. When she stood up on the bed, cramming that bulging vibrator up her cunt as far as it would go, I started to get a little unsettled and felt left out. It had turned from a shared sex fantasy to feeding her lust alone using both our energies. I couldn't see how this would end. She started yelling at me, "Get that," "Do this," "Do that," "Come on!" I just began to back away. She saw that something was wrong. She still did not "get it". She wanted to go on. When I said quietly, "You don't need me; this isn't about us anymore," she got mad. She screamed, "This was what you wanted, wasn't it?" I said, quietly, "No, it isn't," and walked out. Oh, yeah. Now I remember why I never tried it again. But if I did, I'd have a better plan. It's hard to plan everything beforehand, things can happen so fast. I just wanted to get her naked. Whatever plan I come up with, here's how it would finish. I would take off all her remaining clothes, wrap her in a warm blanket, carry her in my arms, gently placing her in a hot bath with lavender and vanilla oils (her favorites) and clean her using my hands only, touching her so gently with my fingertips she would scarcely feel me touching her velvet skin. Then I would lift her out, dry her off, wrapping her loosely in an oversized heated bamboo towel in a warm bathroom. I would tenderly, carefully place her glorious naked body into a pre-heated bed between clean, painfully white sheets. Then leaning down I would softly kiss her on the lips, sit on the side of the bed and stroke her hair until she drifted off to sleep. I would crawl into bed beside her, snuggle up close to her, resting her head on my shoulder. Then whisper in a barely audible voice, "I love you, Sandi." Not really knowing, or caring if she heard me.