25 comments/ 46586 views/ 10 favorites Ginger: Training Thomas By: WatchesGinger I woke early that first morning after, had to get up to use the bathroom, and stepped quietly around the bed so as not to wake her. One foot landed on something a little stiff but also soft and smooth. I looked down, squinted in the soft gray light coming through the curtains, and realized I'd stepped on her panties from last night. I moved on to the bathroom, but that stiffness I'd felt underfoot clouded my mind. Trying to ignore it was useless. My cock began to grow as I thought about the mixture of her juices and a stranger's cum drying on the floor in our bedroom, stiffening the fabric of the panties I'd chosen for her to wear. I returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed next to her. She sighed as I stroked my fingers over her bare shoulder, just above the sheet. I pushed the sheet lower, let my fingers drift up along her jaw line, down her neck, over her breast, tracing her soft nipple. She opened her eyes a bit, watching me. I traced a slow circle around her nipple. She shifted on to her back, set one foot on the bed and let her leg fall open. The sheet fell away, now covering only the leg that rested flat on the bed. My fingers moved lower, slowly, grazing her skin, leaving gooseflesh behind. I let my middle finger slip down between her legs, my cock jumped slightly as it passed over her thin streak of hair there, matted and stiff like her panties. She sighed, then squeezed her legs shut, clamping my hand in place. "I gotta pee first." she whispered. I pressed my hand between her legs, used my free hand to press on her shoulder, push her back on the bed. She giggled, squirmed away and slid off the other side, then trotted around the bed and past me. "Save me some." I said. She stopped, turned to look at me. "You bad boy." she whispered, smiling, then disappeared in to the bathroom. I mentioned noticing an emerging theme as Ginger escalated our cuckold sex play to its apex, as I described in "Ginger Goes All The Way". She'd resisted being with another man for years since we'd started dating seriously, but over the course of months had given in completely. The prospect of my "cleaning" her after she'd been with someone else seemed to be the thing that pushed her over the edge. Ginger and I met in an online chat room. We were both married to others at the time. She was so easy to seduce when we started talking that I first suspected she was a guy playing a woman. Thinking back though, she'd warned that her husband was sleeping in the next room, and initially resisted anything more than innuendo. That changed when she asked what I wanted to do. I replied that I'd like to lick her, for hours, and that had loosened her up. She asked for details, so I told her I'd need her out of the jeans she'd told me she was wearing before going on, and before I could blink she told me she had them off. Despite my doubts, it was a big turn on to think of her sitting there in her panties, touching herself as I told her what I'd do, all with her husband one room away. I'd thought to myself that if this was really a girl, then this girl is going to be some fun. I was right. Much later, after we'd met live a couple of times and were getting to know each other better, I asked what she liked best about sex with me. She admitted that it drove her crazy the way I always went down on her. I really do love it, and especially love it with her, probably because she is so responsive and loves it so much back. We talked more and I was shocked to learn that no one had ever done it to her before she met me in person. Her husband had been her first boyfriend and first lover. In high school when they dated, she'd given him blow jobs and liked doing it, but when she hinted for him to reciprocate, he'd acted disgusted and told her he'd never do that because she was dirty down there. Being young, she hadn't known better and thought that maybe she had something wrong with her, so she had just gone without. My telling her it was the first thing I wanted to do to her had peaked her interest in me from the start. We were still fooling around, meeting when we could, when I turned her on to Literotica. She told me she was reading stories now and then. She was divorced and getting in to her wild phase. I was still married. Once, about a week before I was going to see her, she said she wanted to try something she'd read in a story, but she was afraid to ask me about it. I thought, "Uh oh." I've read some wild stuff after all, but told her to just ask, and if I didn't want to do it then I'd tell her so. She finally got around to telling me about stories she'd been reading where a guy would lick his partner after she had peed. I was interested and asked her to tell me more. She didn't want to pee on me she'd said, but the thought of me licking her just after she'd peed made her hot. I have always been all about making her hot, so said I was up for it. I flew in to Atlanta the next Tuesday for a business trip and picked her up from work. I was there until Friday for a conference with a pretty easy schedule and planned on spending most of my time with her. She'd taken off Thursday and Friday. I was anticipating doing what she'd asked, had been thinking of it and was pretty hot to try it, but she didn't mention it Tuesday night. In bed, after we'd worked off missing each other, I asked about it and she got all shy. She said maybe the next night and that she just wanted to enjoy me for the first night. I picked her up from work again Wednesday and we went to my hotel. She went in the bathroom, I offered to follow. She was just freshening up, she told me, and had already peed before leaving work. I was a little bummed, but could tell she was still being shy about it. We worked up an appetite, showered together and then dressed to go out. I got her drinking and loosened her up a bit, started touching her lightly, rubbing her legs, caressing her, while we sat at a bar listening to a band. She was getting worked up, told me she'd go pee and then we could go back to the hotel. I took her wrist, told her no, then got up and pulled her toward the door. We went around the back by some dumpsters. It was dark, a bit seedy. I pushed her against a fence, started kissing her and feeling her up. She was breathless, I was all over her, mouth on hers, then her neck, biting her ears, pinching her nipples through her top. I undid her jeans. She grabbed my wrist. "I really need to pee Thomas." she said. "I know. Do it here." I replied. She kissed me hard. "Are you sure?" I nodded and pushed her jeans down. "This is so bad...so bad." she whispered, looking around, pulling her panties down over her knees. She squatted, back braced against the fence. I slid a finger over her slit. She giggled. "I can't go if you're going to do that.", so I stopped. She said "I don't think I can." I knelt in front of her, kissed her, told her to relax. She sighed. After a bit I heard something wet hitting the dirt, just a dribble at first, then another, then a stream. A hot smell drifted up. She looked embarrassed, but the smell turned me on. I put my finger in to the stream, and she gasped and stopped. I looked in her eyes, brought my finger to my mouth and licked it. It tasted salty, it was hot, but it wasn't unpleasant. She shook her head, started again. The slope beneath the fence took most of it away from us. I pushed her to her feet, leaned in, tried to lick her, but with her jeans and panties around her ankles I couldn't get close enough. I tugged off her shoe, pulled roughly at her jeans to get them off one leg. She stood above me squeezing my shoulder. "Thomas..stop...let's go to the car." I shook my head and got her jeans over her foot, pushed her legs apart, and ran my tongue over her slit. It was wet, drops of her urine still there. She gasped again. I licked at her more and she loosened up, pulled her leg up and put her thigh on my shoulder. I pushed my face in to her. "Oh god...Thomas, that is so dirty...god I love it...lick my dirty pussy Thomas." It seemed, I thought, that my willingness to have her after being "dirtied" by another guy was what pushed her over the brink to fulfill my fantasy then. The bathroom door opened and broke me from my reminiscing. I'd stretched out, propped up on an elbow. She stepped to the bed, put one foot on it next to my elbow, put a hand on my head and pressed lightly, putting me flat on the bed. Lowering herself over me, she took command. Her slit glistened above me, then touched on to my lips. Her scent was strong this morning. I began licking greedily. She moaned, then hissed "Yessssssss baby...yesssss." as she pumped her hips slightly back and forth on my mouth. Then I heard her whisper "Ready for it baby? Do you want it?" A muffled moan was all I could manage in response. I pressed one hand flat against her stomach above me, locked the other down on her hip, steadying her, moving my mouth to cover her, then squeezed her hip. I felt her stomach tense, then relax, and a hot burst of urine gushed in to my open mouth. Another flex, another burst, hot, salty, her taste matching her scent. She shuddered and moaned as I swallowed. Not quite a mouthful between the two quick bursts. She relaxed above me, finished. I locked my lips on to her clit then, sucked it hard between my lips, nipped at it once, then sucked on it. She cried out, pressed down on to me, riding my face as she dug her nails in to my scalp with one hand and shoulder with the other. The events of the past day flashed through my mind as I furiously sucked her clit. Another guy's cock in her mouth, then later inside her, sliding in and out just below the clit I was sucking now. Another man empyting himself inside her. I pulled on her clit with all I could manage, heard her hiss my name once, twice, kept sucking through her orgasm as her hips bucked wildly. Gasping, she leaned forward, raising herself slightly, gripping my cock for the first time this morning. I released my grip on her clit, ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her again. She pumped me a few times, brought her lips around my head, and I erupted suddenly. She closed her mouth around me, sucked me in until I was spent. I collapsed beneath her. She slowly rolled off, then moved around and placed her head on my chest, both of us breathless. Her eyes found mine, a smile played in them, and she moved higher, tried to kiss me. I was in that state where my own cum grosses me out, and she knew it. I turned my head slightly. She shook her head, looking at me. "Huh-uh. Kiss me." she commanded. I nodded. She moved closer again, pressed her lips to mine, and we kissed. She pulled back, smiled, nodded, then moved in again. This time her tongue on my lips, pushing in to my mouth. I could taste myself on her tongue as we kissed deeply. She held me there, making out with me for a few minutes, pulling back now and then to look at me approvingly. Finally satisfied, she whispered "Good baby...good.", then lay her head back on my chest. I drifted off to sleep again with the smell and taste of her new-found wicked ways fresh in my head. We didn't talk about it the rest of the weekend. It was a slow, do-nothing couple of days. The silence built between us, it seemed we both wanted to say something but neither knew how or where to start. For me, it was plain fear that held me back. I loved what she'd done, and I wanted her to know that. I wanted her to love it too. But part of me was afraid to hear that she'd loved it. The good thing is that both of us had come from relationships where deafening silence wrought ruinous results. Neither of us was interested in another relationship like that. These spells happened, usually because we didn't want to hurt each other. We both cared too much to let them last long however, and I knew it was just a matter of time. Monday came and went, but Ginger broke the dam on Tuesday evening. It'd been a nice day, she had on a cotton sun dress and sandals. She'd painted her toenails Sunday. She looked great, as usual. We were in the kitchen throwing something together for dinner. She stood slicing a carrot at the island in the middle of the floor. I felt her eyes on me as I cut up some chicken breasts across the island. "So...did you like it Friday night?" she asked. I have a bad habit of trying to be funny in stressful situations, so I answered "Friday? Yea, sure...the client was kind of a dud, but dinner was great and they have good cappuccino there." Her shoulders sagged. She looked at me plainly, eyes squinted slightly. She was biting the inside of her cheek, pursing her lips slightly. A small smile played at the corners. Very small. I looked down. "Yea...I did. Of course I did, Ginger. It was....it was amazing. Seeing you like that. HAVING you like that. It's what I always wanted." I was aroused just thinking about it. "Hmmm." was her only reply as she continued to slice. "How about you?" I asked. She paused, looked up at me, then back down. "I did. I really did. I was scared...probably haven't been that scared since we got serious. But you made it OK. And the more I think about it, the more I realize how much I liked it. How excited I was. So...yea." We were quiet again for a bit. I finally put the knife down, turned and washed my hands, then went around and put my arms around her from behind, pulled her to me. I knew she could feel my arousal, but I didn't care right then. I whispered to her. "Maybe I'm not being totally honest. I loved it, Ginger. But part of me is afraid to hear that you loved it to, I guess." She turned around in my arms, smiling softly. We talked it through then, going through it as we cooked and then ate, and by the end it felt like we'd be OK. She even offered me my favorite desert, right there on the kitchen table. Wednesday, in the kitchen again, and she asked "What are we doing Saturday night?" "No plans that I know of, why? Something in mind?" She smiled. "Jaclyn got engaged, and her parents are having a party for her. She asked everyone in the office, I thought we might go." "Jaclyn? Do I know her?" I asked. "No, I don't think. She's had this boyfriend forever, she never comes out with us. I don't know her that well myself." "So why would we go?" "Well, she's almost 30, and her parents have money. We figure they're thrilled to finally be marrying her off and it should be quite an event. I thought it'd be nice. If you want. We don't have to go." She was looking at me, I think a little nervously, like she really wanted to go, but didn't want to let on. I shrugged. "Why not? Nothing else going on." She smiled. Looking back, I guess she had an ulterior motive in mind. We headed out about 4:30 Saturday. I wasn't thinking that anything might happen for a couple of reasons. First, she didn't tell me to pick her outfit. Second, it was a work thing. We'd agreed, as we talked things through Tuesday, that people we know and people at work would be off-limits. The house was huge, gorgeous. They had kids out front to valet the cars as they pulled up. We walked in and were greeted with champagne flutes. We stepped in to a great-room. A woman looked up from across the room, then squealed "Ginger! Oh my god...thank you for coming!" as she rushed across the room. "Hey Jaclyn! Congratulations again! Thanks for the invite." said Ginger as they did one of those fake girl-hugs. "I didn't think anyone would come." Jaclyn said. "I know I'm not the "party-girl" type like you all are at the office. Oh my god! It's so nice that you came!" "Jaclyn, this is my husband, Thomas. Thomas, Jaclyn." "Hey. Nice to meet you, and congrats." I said, offering my hand. She hugged me, a little awkward as she pinned my arms to my sides in doing so, so I just sort of patted her lower back. "Nice to meet you!" she squealed. "I have to run around and see to others, but make yourselves at home and I'll see you later!" And she was, thankfully, off. Ginger turned to me. "Well, that's Jaclyn." I looked around, didn't see anyone I knew. But it was a big place, and a lot of people were outside. I saw people with beers and glasses of what turned out to be sangria. We went to the patio, tossed back the champagne. I went in search of, and found, a beer for myself and a glass of the sangria for Ginger. "Whoa." she said after a sip. "A little kick in this." I took a sip. She was right. "Drink up, then, baby-doll." I said with a smile. We strolled around, checking out the place. Again, I recognized no one. After we'd made the rounds, I asked "Is anyone else from your office going to be here?" "Well, Sarah said she would try to come, if she could talk Jeff in to it." I looked at her. "A few other people said they would when she asked. Maybe they're coming later." Then she chided, "What...you need someone else here? I'm not good company?" "No...of course...it's cool. Jaclyn just seems...well...seems like not the kind of person you'd hang out with. I'm happy to enjoy the scenery and free eats. And the company, of course." She gripped my hand. "Smart-ass." We wandered around, tried a bunch of food being walked around on trays. I made sure to keep Ginger's sangria glass full as as I sipped my way through a couple of beers. Jaclyn found us again, introduced us to her parents and fiancee'. Nice enough guy I guess, although he gave Ginger a good once-over up and down as she and Jaclyn looked away at some gardens across the yard. I couldn't blame him. I suspected he hadn't gotten a moment to enjoy himself the way his wife-to-be was running him around. And Ginger wore another sun dress, this one shorter, just above her knees. Pale yellow with flowers. She had a nice tan working, it looked good against her skin. Spaghetti straps over her shoulders. She'd put on some sort of tight thing beneath, not a bra, and the thing was strapless, so it gave the effect that she wasn't wearing a bra. But the girls stood out proudly. Nothing on her legs, and low slip on heels. Her clear polish on her fingers with the white tips. She'd re-done her toes this morning in a deep red. Jaclyn offered to show Ginger the gardens and she accepted. I declined, stayed back. The parents and fiancee drifted away. I could see the bottomless sangria glass was taking hold. Ginger stumbled slightly in the grass, giggled, took Jaclyn's arm and they walked away. I saw a few other guys watch them as they crossed the lawn, stares lingering. Ginger's laughter echoed back across the open space to me. I went looking for another beer, heard a group of guys talking baseball, and elbowed in to the conversation. Ginger touched my arm after a bit and I introduced her around. I noticed her glass was perilously low, took it from her and left her there to top it off. She merged easily in to the group, and by the time I'd returned she was having a good time, being a little touchy with a couple of the guys. She took her drink, gave me a thank you peck on the cheek, said "Thanks baby...you boys have fun talking sports now." and she wandered off. I watched her go. I wasn't the only one. The group broke up slowly. I drifted over to a table, stood alone scanning the crowd for Ginger. She was in a mixed group chatting. She felt my eyes, looked back, gave me a wink. I took a chair, pulled out my phone, checked my fantasy baseball score, started reading some news. Ginger came over a while later, put her empty glass in front of me, half-fell in to the chair next to me. "Hey babes." I said. "Having a good time?" "Yuh...I am, Thomasssss." That "yuh" told it all. She was soused. I'd teased her about her accent often, although I really love it. She's not crazy about falling back in to the slang of her youth though, which is where the "yuh" comes from. But she didn't seem to notice it just now. Ginger: Training Thomas "Want a refill?" I asked. She squinted across at me. "You trying to get me drunk?" "One, you know I am. Two, you're already there." She took her empty glass then, leaned in close, and whispered "Well in that case...fill me up, baby." Fucking tease. I stood awkwardly, trying not to let my growing hard-on show, and went for more sangria. I came back. She took a long sip, scooted over close to me. "Hey...you remember when we were playing with the squirting toy? When I cooked up that surprise for you?" she asked. How could I forget? "Of course I do..." She smiled. "Remember, I asked if you'd kiss me after I sucked a guy off?" She was staring straight in to my eyes. I nodded. She leaned in and kissed me hard, pushed her tongue in to my mouth. I didn't taste anything but the sangria. She pulled back, smiling. "You didn't just yet, don't worry. But do you still think you would? Would you do it?" I nodded before even thinking about it. I was rock hard in my pants. She slipped her hand across to my crotch under the table, rubbed me through my pants. "You sure baby?" she asked me. "'Cause I think I have a candidate." "Who is it?" I asked. She looked back across the room at the group she'd been talking to. "See the girl in the white skirt?" I nodded. "3rd guy around to the right. He was being pretty friendly. I caught his eyes drifting twice, just smiled at him to let him know it was OK." Younger guy, I think. Nice looking enough. He looked over, like he felt us watching. Ginger pulled away from me quickly, looked at me. "Let's not look too happy here. It oughta help me persuade him. Now look, if I can get this worked out, I'm going up to the bathroom at the top of the stairs. You know where it is?" I nodded, I'd used it once. "K. If you see me leave the room, get somewhere close. If I text you, with anything, wait half a minute then come and bang on the bathroom door calling for me. K?" I just shook my head at her, tried to put a pissed off look on my face. She caught on, stood up, grabbed her drink and turned. Looked back at me and winked, then walked off across the room. I went back to looking at my phone. Ginger settled at a high table near the group he was in but stood alone sipping her drink, looking pissed off. I looked up after a few minutes and saw that the guy had joined her. I stood, went out to the patio and found a spot where I could see them from outside. Before long, she'd moved over close to him, her hip brushing against his. She looked around the room, I guess feigning to see if I was around. Then she took another look, I think she was surprised not to see me. Turning a full circle, she finally noticed me, turned away quickly. Sipping her drink, she then leaned in and whispered something to him. He pulled back, a surprised look on his face. Now he turned to look around for me. I turned away so he wouldn't notice me, saw one of the guys I'd been talking to earlier, asked him a question. His answer was longer than I expected. I turned around again, and they were gone. Shit. I excused myself, hurried through the house and up the stairs. The bathroom door was closed. I had no idea if they were in there. I ducked in to a bedroom a bit down the hall, stood in the dark. I started to feel a little foolish, just standing there. I found the edge of the bed, sat on it, waited. I guess I expected it to be quick. I sat there for what seemed a long time. Finally pulled out my phone, making sure I had a signal. Yep. Missed messages? Nope. I started to read the news again, but nothing was registering and I was reading the same line over and over. I shook my head to clear it, started to put my phone away. It buzzed and chirped my text notification. It was from her. It said "nowe", which I interpreted as a fat-fingered "now". I counted to 30-mississipi, felt stupid doing it, then stepped in to the hall. Bathroom door still closed, no one waiting, good. I went to the door, knocked. I heard a startled noise from inside. "Ginger?" I said, knocking again. "You in there Ginger?" and knocked harder. I heard some commotion, what sounded like shower curtain rings raking along a rod, then the door rattled. It popped open. The guy stood there looking at me, fixing his pants. He was beet-red. I stared at him, looked past him in to the empty room. "Sorry," I said, then "I'm looking for my wife." He just nodded, pushed past me, hurried down the stairs. I stepped in to the bathroom. The shower curtain rustled. I closed the door and locked it, then pushed the curtain aside. She stood there, the top 3 buttons of her dress undone. I could see the tops of her breasts, a ripple beneath the dress further down that must have been the sports bra, or whatever it was, bunched up beneath them. Her hair was a little mussed, her lips pressed tightly together. There was a trace of something filmy and viscous at the corner of her mouth extending down toward her chin. She stepped forward, put her hand on my shoulder, eyes drilling in to me, and pressed down on it. I dropped to my knees and she nodded. She stepped carefully out, heels clicking on the tub, then the tile. She leaned down, putting her face close to mine. One hand went to my throat, gripped it, nails biting my flesh slightly. She made a noise, "Mmm?", with a questioning look in her eyes. "Don't swallow?" I said. "Mmm." she nodded. She placed the index finger of her free hand on my lips, separated them with her nail. I opened my mouth. She leaned down, lips on mine, opened her mouth. I felt a river of warm, thick fluid pass between us. My head was tilted back. I tried not to swallow and not to gag. My throat flexed. She squeezed her hand tighter. Her mouth empty now, she hissed "Don't you dare." She raised her head, looking at me. Put two fingers on my chin, pushing my mouth closed. She stood fully, looking down at me. Her head shook from side to side slightly. Her eyes were glassy. Lips glossed with cum and spit. "So hot, Thomas. This makes me so. Fucking. Hot. You like to make me hot?" I nodded. She walked around me in a slow circle, staring at me the whole time while her hand circled my neck, scratching it with her nails. I was struggling not to swallow, gagged a little. "Ah ah ah..." she said. "Control, Thomas. Discipline and control." I nodded, tried to relax my throat without swallowing. As she came around the front of me again, she kneeled slowly, facing me. She placed a finger on my lips, then a soft kiss on top of her finger. "Do you want to feel what this does to me, Thomas?" Again I nodded. She parted her knees slightly, still gripping my throat. Her free hand took one of mine and guided it to her thigh, then pushing her dress up, she placed my middle finger on her panties. They were wet. Very wet. I moaned. She smiled, then guided my finger to the side of her panties, pushing them aside, and pressed her middle finger on top of mine in to her slit. Her turn to moan. I tried to pump my finger in and out. Her eyes flashed, her grip tightened on my throat as she gripped my hand and pulled it away. "Discipline, Thomas." She leaned in closer. "Now...you want to kiss on me?" That was more of her accent working. "Kiss on me" instead of "Kiss me". Driving me crazy here. I could only nod. I was starting to shake, the fluid was drizzling down my throat despite my best efforts. I was sweating. She leaned in, kissed me. Then she dropped her head slightly, pushing her tongue against my lips. They parted, and the fluid seeped slowly back in to her mouth. She moaned, elevated her head level with mine again, and we made out, pushing our combined spit and his cum between us, some of it dripping out, splashing on to her neck. She pulled away, looking at me. Relaxed her hand on my throat, and she swallowed what was in her mouth. I did the same. I shuddered, it was a little gross. She shuddered, and I suspected she might have been cumming. "Oh christ baby, I'm gonna need you to fuck me..." she said. I grabbed her, pulled her to me. She pushed me back. "Not here. Let's get out of here. Home." I tried pushing her back down, I wanted her now, but she wouldn't have it. We stood. She tugged her bra back up, buttoned one of the buttons, looked in the mirror. "Shit, let's hope we don't run in to Jaclyn." she said. We rushed out the door, down the stairs, made a bee-line for the entrance. The valet, dammit. I fumbled my ticket out. My hard-on raged against my pants. The guys were occupied looking Ginger over though, I don't think they noticed me. One of them jogged off for the car. I dug a $20 out of my wallet. Ginger stood there going foot to foot, holding my hand. The car pulled up, I got her in, hopped in myself, and we were off. She reclined in the seat, kicked off her shoes, and put her right foot up on the dash as her left leg fell open and rested against the center console. I was driving fast, glanced at her. "Keep your eyes on the road baby, I don't have time for a wreck." she purred. I sensed movement, heard a soft moan escape her lips. In a straightaway, I sneaked a glance, saw her dress pushed up, panties aside, two fingers disappearing inside her. Looking back at the road now, felt her shift in the seat beside me, then her fingers on my lips, pushing them in to my mouth. I tasted her, smelled her, moaned involuntarily as I licked and sucked at her juices. "See baby...see how hot you make me. I love how you let me be Thomas. I love being your little slut wife." She kept at it, dipping her fingers inside herself, rubbing at her clit, occasionally slipping them in to my eager mouth. I came up on our house too quickly, couldn't cut in to the driveway, parked at the curb beyond. I threw it in reverse, but she murmured "Huh-uh...right now...", opened her door and stepped out. She walked bare-footed up the walk, I jogged and caught up. Reaching around her to unlock the door, push it open. She stepped in, I followed and pushed it shut. She spun on me, pressed me against the door, kissed me hard while she groped at my belt. I helped, released my pants, we pushed them down together. She turned me again, pushed me backward. My legs caught in my pants, I fell to the foyer floor, jolted my back. I didn't care. She stood above me, straddling my out-stretched legs, eying me hungrily. She deftly pushed her panties down, stepped out of them with one foot, pulled her dress up, and then she was on me. She mounted me in one quick motion. I felt her hot slit surround me, engulfing my throbbing cock. Her juices were hot around me. She moaned lustily from her throat. I tried to sit up, but she pushed me back hard, planted her left hand on my chest, held me there. She gripped my upper left thigh with her right hand and started to slide-thrust her hips back and forth. I was buried inside her to the hilt. She was so wet I barely felt any friction. She held me fast, eyes closed, hips picking up tempo. She started to moan, her head thrashed from side to side. I could barely move. She was using me like a full-sized fuck toy, consumed by her own needs, ignorant of mine for the moment. She leaned back slightly, arching her back a little, thrusting faster and faster. Her juices began to squelch between her legs. I gazed down and saw small splashes with each thrust forward. She was simultaneously banging my cock head against her g-spot and grinding her clit against my shaft with each backward thrust, then forward quickly, dragging back again. I lay there mesmerized. Her neck flushed red, head lolling back now, pace ever quickening. Finally she shuddered, bucked hard once, twice. Something guttural from her throat, almost a growl in which I heard a version of my name repeated a few times. Then she stopped. She sat astride me, head coming forward, eyes still closed, breath coming in sharp rasps. Her whole body quivered with tremors. Her eyes opened slightly, small slits at first, then wider. She gazed down at me. "Hey there baby...glad to see you're back..." I said. "Mmmmm" was her only response. She lowered her body toward me. I lifted by hands, tugged at her buttons. She obliged, releasing them all, tugging her sports bra off. I fondled her tits while she tugged my shirt off, pushed it over my head. She lay her chest against me. I licked and sucked the sweat from her neck. She gently began to lift her hips, then lower herself. I planted my feet, held her hips, began to thrust. She was dripping, I could feel her juice running down my shaft with each upstroke. We found a rhythm. I tried to bring her off again, but she focused on me. She murmured in my ear "C'mon baby...fill me up..." A few more long, slow strokes, and I did. We lay there a bit, until my head started to hurt from lying on the tiled floor. She stood, her dress open and hanging from a shoulder, panties around one ankle. She shrugged and stepped out of them, left them where they lie, and headed toward the stairs, sleepy-eyed. "Get me some water baby?" she asked. I went to the kitchen and got it for her, walked around to hit the lights and check the doors. By the time I got upstairs, it'd only been minutes, I heard her soft rythmic breathing and knew she was already asleep. I pulled in beside her, wrapped an arm over her, and joined her. I woke to a long groan next to me. Squinted my eyes open, the room was bright. Glanced at the clock, it was 9am. I reached over, found her tummy, stroked her bare skin. "Why'd you let me go with that sangria Thomas?" she moaned. "You know that sweet shit gives me a hangover." "It also makes you a saucy girl." I said. "Ugh...I'm saucy when I'm sober. You like me sloppy." I didn't deny it. "Get me some water baby?" I found the glass on my bed stand, handed it over. She gulped half of it down, collapsed back on her pillows. "Damn..." she said. I slid next to her, stroked her soft skin. I decided not to let any silence build between us this time. "That was pretty hot, what you did last night, Gin." "Mmmm." she responded. "Glad you liked it. I didn't tell you how it happened though. I was feeling a little needy when we got home, 'case you couldn't tell. Want me to tell you about it?" I let my hand drift over her hip, stroked inside her thigh. "Yes, please." I answered. She shifted, let her legs part slightly, but said "Be easy with me baby. I really don't feel good." I was content to let my finger tips glide over her soft skin while she talked. "Mmm. That's nice Thomas. So...well, really not too much to tell I guess. After the garden tour I came looking for you and noticed that guy, his name is Chip, or that's what they call him anyway, and I noticed him looking at me." "Chip?" I said. "Yea, right? Anyway, I found you, got my fresh drink, then wandered over and made my way in to that group of people. I was across from him, a little to his right. It was pretty obvious he was looking at me, and when I talked he was all interested and what not. I caught him checking me out, like I said, and when I smiled after he knew I'd busted him, it seemed to encourage him. I made sure to drink with my left hand so he'd see my ring, but I started flirting with him too, and the ring didn't slow him down. So I started thinking about what I might do." "Mmmm...I swear Ginger...just hearing about you flirting...it gets me going." I slid my hand back between her legs. "Be nice baby." she said, but I could feel her juices on her slit already. "I didn't much like his looks, and the name was a turn off, but I'd been thinking about sneaking you off to the gardens for a blow job after the tour, and then remembered that night with the toy. I could feel myself getting wet standing there thinking about it, so I excused myself and came over." I watched her as I lie there stroking her, and noticed the dull splotches on her neck, remembered the drops that escaped our mouths while we kissed in the bathroom. I moved my mouth to her neck, licked and sucked on one of the spots. "Mmmm..did you find you some leftovers?" she asked playfully, putting her hand on the back of my head and pressing my lips to her skin. "As went over to that table, I caught him looking at me. I tried to put a mad look on my face, then a weak smile as he looked at me. It wasn't too long that I sat there by myself before he walked up and asked if I was ok." I moved on to another blotch of the dried spit/cum mixture. It's faint taste got my cock throbbing again. I pressed a finger inside her. She gasped lightly. "Baby...easy...I don't want to be sick. Mmm..slow...like that. Be easy." "We talked a little, I was acting pouty and bitching about being married to a wet blanket...sorry baby. Mmmm...slower Thomas. So he asks if there's anything he can do to help I should let him know. That's when I looked around. You threw me off, moving like you did. Once I found you, I made like I didn't see you around. The sangria helped here, 'cause I just blurted out that a blow job would sure help about now." I moaned in to her skin as I sucked at the last spot of cum. My finger pressed in deeper, and she squeezed her legs together to stop me. "Baby...you have to stop." I slipped my finger our, brought it up and rubbed her juices over the spots I sucked on, resumed sucking it off of her. "So you saw the look on his face. It was hard not to laugh. He didn't think on it long though. When I got him in the bathroom, I pushed him back against the sink, dropped down, and got him out of his pants. His cock was OK, nothing special." She was killing me. Did she know she was killing me? I think she did. "Fuck Ginger." I murmured as I kissed and licked and sucked on her. "Mmmmm, yea...he wanted to." Damn tease. "He started pulling at me, trying to stand me up, after I'd only had him in my mouth for a bit. I pushed his hands away, finally undid my buttons and put his hands inside my dress to put him at peace. That seemed to work. He pushed my bra down and started pinching on my nipples, hard. It felt good baby." I put my hand back down between her legs. I had to feel her. "Just the outside baby...easy." I stroked her slit as she continued. "I had him going good, his head was back, so I fumbled around and found my phone, tried to punch in "now". Then I really started working him. Got it all wet with my mouth, used my hand on him, started talking dirty to him. I felt him getting ready and sent the text. He came hard, always seems to catch me off guard, and I got a little on my cheek before getting my mouth around him." I was crazy with lust, and all I could do was listen, graze her slit with a finger, and suck at her skin. I pressed against her, rubbed my cock over her belly. "That's OK baby...you can do that. You took a little longer than I thought you would...I was sort of stuck there with a mouth full of cum while he kept on at my tits." I pushed my cock back and forth over her. She placed a hand on top, pressed it, creating more friction. "Then when you knocked and called out, he damn near fell over, stumbling around with his pants around his ankles. I steadied him, then pulled the shower curtain back and ducked in there without even looking at him. And then a minute later, there you were, looking that look at me. And you know the rest, baby..." I groaned, she pressed her hand a little harder, whispered "Do it baby..cum on me..." I erupted across her belly, emptying on to her. She moaned softly, started to smear it over herself, fingers sliding between her legs, coating her pussy, hips, and stomach. "Did you like that, baby?" she asked. I looked at her, remembered the cum that splashed on her cheek, ran my tongue over it, then slipped it in to her mouth. We kissed a bit, then she slid lower on to the pillow and we relaxed. Ginger: Training Thomas "Get me some more water baby, please? Actually, a little juice instead...maybe some dry toast? And something for my head?" I kissed her cheek, was only too happy to do whatever she wanted, pulled on my shorts and brought her things back to her in bed. She had the TV on when I returned, so I left her to eat and jumped in the shower. By the time I came out, her dishes were on the bed stand and she lie there with her eyes closed. I gathered things up and left her to rest. I kicked around the house, knocking out some small repairs and maintenance, taking a break on the PC to go through the history and see what she'd been up to. Lots of cuckolding research, it seemed, and I had to pull myself away before my renewed arousal got the best of me. She'd definitely been doing her homework. I heard nothing from upstairs until well after 1 o'clock, when I heard the toilet flush and then her footsteps above. I went up to find her lying on top of the sheets wearing one of my undershirts. She did this now and then, the first time was when she'd flown to Dallas to meet me while I did some work there. I'd picked her up at the airport and dropped her at my hotel, then had to go back to work. I got back and she was wearing an undershirt of mine, from the day before, and her panties. I was a little embarrassed, told her she could have grabbed a clean one out of my bag, but she'd said this one "smells like you" and that she'd been wearing it since I dropped her off. I thought that was sweet, and since I don't think I stink them up during the day I'd guessed it wasn't too gross. She eyed me as a entered, watched me cross the room and sit on the bed next to her. "Feeling better baby?" I asked. "Mmmm." She stretched. "A little...not much though." "Did you get some sleep?" "I slept a bit, not long. Just been lying here thinking about you. About us." I didn't know if that was good or bad. "Oh? Something wrong?" I asked. "Nothing wrong, so much. We can talk about it later. Right now I could use a bath. Draw me one, baby, nice and hot with some lavender bubbles, OK?" I sat looking at her. She met my gaze. I swallowed dryly, then said "Look, Gin, if something's bothering you then we should..." She cut me off mid-sentence. "I said later, Thomas. Later. Right now I'd like a bath." She continued to stare at me. I stood and headed for the bathroom. I looked back once, saw she'd turned and propped herself up to look at me. I noticed two things in my brief glance back. One, a slight, mischievous smile curled her lips at the corners. Two, her nipples were erect and pressed tightly against the thin cotton of my t-shirt. I heard her come in behind me as I filled the tub. It's a big one with the whirlpool jets and takes a while. I was on my knees, hand in the water, checking the temp. Steam rose from the water, carrying the scent of the bubbles. I turned, she stood there watching me, the shirt hanging just at the top of her thighs. "You want to check the water, Gin?" I asked as I turned back toward the tub, stirring the water around. "Huh-uh. You'll get it right. At least, you will if you know what's good for you." That turned me back around. I expected her to be smiling, but she just looked down at me plainly. I stuck my free hand in the water. It was really hot, but she likes it that way. I think. Doubts began to creep in. Should I let in some cold water just in case? After what she'd just said... "That's enough water baby." she said behind me, and I heard the soft rustle of fabric over her skin as she stripped out of my shirt. She moved next to me, held her hand out. I took it, and she stepped in. I heard her suck air sharply in between her teeth as her foot hit the water. "Damn...that is hot." But she set her foot in the tub, balanced on me as she stepped in all the way. She eased down, another hiss as her torso submerged. She eyed me the entire time. Sinking down to her neck, bubbles at her chin, she said "That's nice Thomas...perfect." "Want me to join you?" I ventured. She looked at me for a few beats. "Bring me up some lunch for when I'm done with my bath. My stomach still isn't right, so just some broth and some of those little crackers. And some more juice, cold. Maybe a glass of sweet tea for later too." Then she lay back and closed her eyes. I stayed put for a second. I'd been dismissed. She hadn't even acknowledged the question about joining her in the tub. I waited another few seconds, then stood and turned. As I walked away she said "Hey...heat up the broth and put the juice in the freezer, then let the broth simmer while you come up here and wash my back for me. Then you can go down and get everything while I finish up." I stiffened, both in my shoulders and in my pants. I hadn't read those cuckolding sites she'd been looking at, but I suspected they were the source of her behavior. I had to make the tea, of course she'd known that. I put a glass of OJ in the freezer, then put on some broth, got a tray, put everything together. Turned down the broth when it boiled, headed upstairs. She didn't say anything as I entered, just sat up and turned a bit so I could get to her back. "Water's OK?" I asked lamely. "Mmmm." was her reply. I took one of those stiff sponges she keeps in the bath and wet it, squeezed some soap in to it, and started on her back. I was instantly hard, of course. She moaned softly like she always does when I rub her back. I took my time, sweeping her hair off her shoulders. I let the sponge slip over one shoulder, descended toward a breast. She gripped my wrist. "My back." I made two slow passes all around, starting a third. "Good baby...that was good. Go get my lunch now. I'll finish up." She took the sponge away, turned, propped one ankle up on the ledge and began to wash her foot and leg. I sat and watched, mesmerized by her smooth wet skin. She turned, glanced at me. "My lunch?" I heard the tub draining as I gathered everything. When I got back to the bedroom, she sat propped against the head board, legs crossed Indian-style. She wore a tight white ribbed tank top that exposed her midriff and loose-fitting running shorts. I could see clearly that she wore no panties. "Enjoying the view?" she asked. I must have been gaping at her. "That's fine...so long as you don't drop my things." she added. I placed the tray down on the bed stand, a tight fit. "Fix my pillows, Thomas. I can't ever get them quite right, and you always do." She leaned forward a bit. I leaned in, smelled her, soapy and clean, intoxicating. "Ahh...that's better." she smiled. I placed the tray on the bed in front of her. She clicked on the TV, brought up an episode of "Pinks" on the DVR. She loves the show. Me, not so much, so she records them all and watches them when I'm not around. I guessed this was a sign that I wouldn't be around. "Come on up in a bit and we can talk." she said passively, eyes on the TV. Damn, this was unsettling. I really didn't know what to do and wound up sitting on the couch trying to watch Sports-center. I doubted she'd put me through all of this if she had something bad to talk about, but why make me wait to talk? Her shows are only about 40 minutes when you skip commercials, but it was a long wait. I finally headed up after about 45 to be safe. The TV was off, the tray was on the dresser, and she sat in the same position, as if she'd been waiting for me. I stood there nervously. "You want to talk?" I asked. She patted the bed in front of her. "Did you like that, Thomas?" "Like what?" She smiled. "That." she said, twirling her hand slowly, pointing to the bathroom, the tray. "Did you like taking care of me like that?" I thought for a few seconds. "Yea...I guess I did. I didn't understand what was going on. I didn't much like waiting to talk, you made it sound serious. But I know you don't feel good after drinking last night, and I like to make you feel better." She shook her head softly, looking at me the whole time. "I swear baby, this is hard for me to figure. Here I went and had sex with two different guys in the past week, and you bend over backward trying to please me and make me feel better today anyway." I thought a bit, smiled. "What?" she asked. "Technically, you didn't have sex with that guy last night, if you go by Bill Clinton's definition of sexual relations." "Ha. Well, then I guess I'll be sure to let them all fuck me, so as to avoid confusion in the future." she answered. I must have flinched. "There. Right there." she said, looking at me. "That just turned you on, what I said, didn't it?" I just nodded, no sense denying it. "Thomas, this is really strange for me." she continued. "I mean, it's dangerous in a way. I could get used to being treated like you treated me today." "You know I like taking care of you, I always have...that hasn't changed." I answered. She nodded. "Yea, you're right. But...well, I mean, I've been with other guys. I was reading about it, and this one lady was talking about how guys will do almost anything for their partners, and so I decided to try it today, and she's right. I guess I expected you to push back when I pushed. I wanted to see if you were really OK with this...with me and the other guys. I figured you'd get pissed and tell me to fuck-off when I ordered you around. But you didn't. And I could see by the look in your eyes that you wouldn't. I guess...I mean...it just shows me...you're really OK with it. You really like that I've been with other guys." I nodded. "I feel a tug inside when it's going on, I guess it's jealousy, but ultimately I like it. I can't explain it, I just know that I like it." I paused for a minute. She kept looking at me. "So, are we good?" I asked to break the silence. "Well." she said. "One more thing we need to talk about. Now don't take this wrong, but, well. Hmm. I guess I'll just say it." She paused, an awkward silence stretched out. "You can't just cum as soon as you get up in me after I've been with another guy, baby." Well, she just said it alright. Talk about to the point. I must have flushed, I just sat there, not sure what to say. "Don't feel bad." she tried to recover. "I know it's exciting, it's new for both of us. But baby, I want you in a bad way afterwards. I see the look you have, how turned on you are by it, and I can't wait to get you. But I want you to do me right, like you always have. Does that make sense?" I nodded, still embarrassed. I've never been quick like that, but so far I felt lucky to have lasted long enough to even get inside her, let alone get going once I was. "Lucky for you, I want to help." she continued. "It happens all the time, from what I've read. So from now on, you don't cum, at all, EVER, unless I say you can. Do you understand? Not even by yourself when I'm not around, not unless I tell you to." "Uhhh..OK." I said lamely. "Take it out, Thomas." "What?" I said. "Now, c'mon. Take out your cock. I can see it's hard already, so let's start training." I did as she said. "Mmm...ok." She wrapped a hand around my shaft, started stroking. "Now then...want me to jerk you off while I tell you what a dirty girl I'm going to be, Thomas?" She quickened her pace, tightened her grip. "Baby, I'm not going to last." I said. "You'd better." she said adamantly. "'Cause when I find me a guy I want, and I get his cock up in me, all I'm going to be thinking about is how good you're gonna fuck me when I get home." Faster still, staring straight in my eyes. I closed mine. "Look at me." she commanded. "That's it. Now... you don't want to disappoint me, do you? I come home, some guy's cum drizzling out of me, smeared all over inside my panties.." That was it, I tried to stop but I couldn't. "Jeezus, Gin..." I moaned, felt myself cumming. The pain was instant, intense, I felt like my eyes had been pinned open and yelled out uncontrollably. She'd stopped abruptly, her forefinger and thumb wrapped tightly around me just beneath the head, and pressed her fingernail into the flesh underneath. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, more from pain than anger. Dammit it hurt. I felt myself softening almost instantly. She relaxed her grip, pulled her nail away, kept a light grip as I recoiled from her. Still staring at me, she started stroking again. "S'matter baby, you don't want me coming home full of someone else's cum? I thought you'd like it. Maybe you'd want to clean me up." She was stroking me again and I felt myself harden beneath her touch. "Mmmm...so you would like it, huh? Maybe you could kiss on me while I told you how I sucked on his cock?" She continued on like that, pushing me to the brink twice more, then each time squeezing tightly to stop me from cumming. After the third time, she leaned in and kissed me, whispered "Good baby...that's all for today." I thought she meant I could finish now, but instead she meant she was finished with me. "You can take the tray down. I'm feeling a little better but want to lie down a bit more. Maybe we can go eat outside somewhere later." We went out later, her looking great as usual, and had a nice but early night out since it was Sunday. In bed at home later, I pushed against her, wanting her badly. She pushed back but murmured "Huh-uh baby...not tonight. You're still in training..." And so it continued...