26 comments/ 49151 views/ 7 favorites Rediscovering Joan Ch. 01 By: Loveofherlife This story has sexual content so if you are under 18 please leave. If you are over 18 I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. I welcome and am happy to respond to positive feedback, and I'm always pleased to chat with like minded folks. As always; all characters are figments of my imagination. * I'm Mike Paterson; an operations manager for a logistics company in Irvine, California. I'm a big solid guy, mid 40's, easy going and reasonably good-looking I'm told, and a very competitive handball player so I'm pretty fit. My wife Joan is couple of years younger than me, an HR manager for an F500 company in our hometown of Newport Beach. Tallish, redheaded, sassy, great figure. If you like your women curvy and big-breasted with dancer's legs she'd be your dream girl. Our journey began when I got a call about 7.30 one Friday night saying Joan was at the certain hotel in Seal Beach, and I should go check it out. Female voice, muffled; fake accent. I didn't go, but kind of confronted her when she got home about 10 and the way she dropped her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She went upstairs. I finished the bottle of Kendall Jackson Chardonnay I'd started after the phone call. Then another one. I crawled into the bed much later, muzzy headed. Lying in the dark I thought I heard her sob a couple of times. I woke late. Joan was gone. I assumed on her usual Saturday morning run. I made the bed and I made coffee; then sat out on the upstairs deck working on my hangover, watching the yachts trade back and forth around Balboa Island at the height of the balmy morning, and trying to sort out my feelings. Why was this happening to us? We were each others best friends; we'd raised two great kids now away at good colleges and had all the trappings of successful careers. Nice house in the Marina with a 25ft cruiser berthed at the bottom of the yard, Porsches -- a 911 for me and an SUV for her; the works. And we'd had a comfortable sex life over the years. Sure it had tailed off over time but wasn't that normal for most couples? Right then it all seemed pretty worthless. What bothered me a lot was that this wasn't the first time. There'd been another guy she'd met while away on business and told me about from guilt one night. She said it had faded out pretty quick out of loyalty to us once the initial buzz had passed. Perhaps there were others. This wasn't going to be fatal for us unless she wanted it to be; I'd forgiven her the other time and would again. But though damnit I loved the woman I could connect the dots: Whatever Joan's sexual needs were I surely wasn't satisfying them. Perhaps if we talked about that stuff; our fantasies and desires. We never really had. Just hadn't seemed appropriate in middle of raising kids. Anyway the things I thought about, men only did with hookers didn't they? I couldn't talk about those with a wife. But the fact was I was feeling horny. I kept having images of her at the hotel last night. I imagined her naked, legs wide open, the guy between them. It had been the same the last time. I'd jerked off for days after she'd told me, thinking about it. What was wrong with me, that the thought of my wife caught up in uninhibited lust with someone else was so incredibly arousing? I must be nuts. The front door opened and shut and shortly afterward I heard the shower running. A few minutes later she stepped tentatively out on the deck, looking stunning in a white robe tied together below her breasts. She'd fluffed her hair and done her lipstick and nails, and was carrying two big glasses of wine. She sat. A Clelland ketch; about a fifty footer, was crossing the bay. There were at least half a dozen owl decoys stuck on it at strategic places to discourage the gulls. Like that would work. We watched it for a while. When she looked at me the corners of her eyes seemed damp. "Do you want a divorce?" I asked, getting my greatest fear out in the open. "No" she said with a sniff. "Well, I want things to be different, but I don't want it to come to that". Score one for the team of Mike and Joan. Worth something after all. "Different how?" She took a big sip of wine and struggled for the right words. "Mike over the years, the jobs, your late nights, mine, we've become ....companions". "I think we're more than that" I said, a bit too defensively. She put her hand on my leg, eyes very wet now. "Sweetheart you're the only man I've ever wanted to be with, for always, but not the only one I've ever wanted to..." "Fuck?" She just looked away. "Is that what these other guys give you?" I knew there was harshness in my tone, but I didn't care. "That and..." she started to say and trailed off. "And?" She continued gazing out over the idyllic bay. "It's complicated". I drank a mouthful of wine. It was very good. Perhaps a bit early in the day, but a hair of the dog and all that ... She turned in her seat and leaned forward over the table. Her voice was quiet but firmer now that the ice was broken. "I love you Mike and I would truly do anything for you, but this has to do with who I am, and what I need to be true to myself. I probably can't change. I'm so sorry if I'm hurting you". "What fucking other guys is something you need?" "You could put it in that crude way. Say it any hurtful way you like actually, you're entitled. There are just... things I need..." She trailed off helplessly. "Why can't you get them from me?" She turned her head to the side thoughtfully, and sipped from her glass. "It's a fair question. Let me first say though I didn't just wake up one day after twenty years of marriage and just decide to go bed hopping. I thought about it a lot first". "Oh you planned this, and you can actually narrow it down to a time?" The sarcasm was driven by a chill that had come over me. Till that moment I'd thought I was dealing with serial incidents of passing restlessness. But she'd planned this? "Yes. Remember when Ailsa was packing for college?" I did remember that time. Ailsa was our youngest and heading off to Stanford. Joan had been oddly moody, so different from her usual mischievous good nature. I'd put it down to the nest being empty and it had passed after a while. "Yes". "Well I realised I just needed... more". "And why can't that more come from me?" I said more plaintively that I liked. "Because... you are always so..." She struggled for the right word, shifting in her seat. "Gentle. So... considerate". "Those are bad things?" The sigh was deep and heartfelt. "No dear they just aren't always what I need". She studied her nails for a moment then spoke as if she had made some decision. "Sweetheart this is leading into a dangerous place. No matter what I say I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you and that's the last thing I want. You've been nothing but a kind, generous, supportive husband. This is all about me, about my needs". I reached over and took her left hand in mine. "Well let's do that, ok? Let's talk. I want to know where I've come up short. If gentleness and consideration aren't what you need, what DO you need?" "I need to... not be in control. No that's not quite right". She thought for another moment. "Look to express this I need to talk in the language I hear in my head when I think about it, ok? Don't be shocked alright?" I nodded. "Sometimes I need a man to take what he wants from me. Hold my hands above my head so I can't escape and fuck my wet cunt. Make me suck his hard cock, use me for his pleasure. Make me his fuck-toy". She sat back in her seat and watched my reaction carefully. "Shocked? I bet you are. Horrified?" I never imagined I would hear words like that from my lovely and normally proper wife. It was like a different person in the same body. I was certainly reacting. My cock was hard as rock under the table from the images that were playing through my head. "Why don't you give me a real example, something that's happened?" I said cautiously, trying not to appear too interested. "Really?" she said doubtfully. "Yes. If you can". A mischievous grin crept across her face as she realized I wasn't going to explode at her. She replied in a sultry purr. "Oh yes dear, I can. The question is can you handle it?" "Try me". "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ok. Just remember what I said about words, ok?" "Ok". "You obviously know about last night right? I was with a guy in Seal Beach". I nodded. "Well Brad, that was his name, was an unsuccessful candidate for a job. He was a tall guy, muscular, funny, very confident, but not what we were looking for. When he interviewed we had lunch and he hit on me pretty good. When I called him yesterday to say he wasn't advancing he asked me out for an after work drink so I could tell him why. We met at his hotel. Over drinks the conversation was, ah, loaded with double meanings. I walked back to his room afterward because my car was parked at the back, and ah before I knew it I was in his room and he was kissing me". She paused for a sip of her wine. "Well this boy knew how to kiss. Wow. I was wearing that dress with the low front and the straps. Yes dear, I had a pretty good idea what might happen and I changed at work. Anyway he had me against the wall and he was nibbling on my neck and in a minute I was just gushing. She paused again and said carefully "What I mean is my cunt was wet and dripping and I was dying to have him put his hand up my dress and play with it". She sipped some more wine and watched me closely for a reaction. My cock continued to throb in my pants. I smiled encouragingly. "Then he slipped the straps off my shoulders and unsnapped my bra so my tits came out and started kissing down to my nipples. He was rolling them between his fingers and I was just squirming". So was I. My dick had formed a tent in my pants that was touching the underneath of the table. I wanted to reach under the table and play with it. Instead I drank some more wine and waited for her to go on. Instead she looked at me quizzically. "This is turning you on isn't it?" I nodded dumbly. "Omigod" she said, with her hand over her mouth in surprise. "No you really are". She looked under the table at the bulge in my track pants and giggled. "Omigod what's that? You're turned on thinking of me with another guy. Who'd have known?" She reached under the table and ran her hand over my crotch. Her eyes were bright and she was grinning like the cat that got the canary. "Mmmmmm feels nice. Shall I go on?" she murmured. "Please and please!" She kept her hand moving slowly over me as she continued. "He started talking to me asking me if I wanted to be fucked. It was turning me on incredibly. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and gently forced me down till I was kneeling in front of him. I knew what he wanted without being told. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He had a nice thick cock and it was really hard. He was giving me orders, telling me to kiss it, play with his balls then suck on each one. He had his hands in my hair. I did everything he told me to. And other things". I was hanging on the edge of my chair. "Such as?" "Hmmmm I've got an idea. Why don't I show you?" She stood and took my hand. I picked up my wineglass, got up and we went into the bedroom. "Sit on the end of the bed Darling" she purred. I did, and she knelt in from of me on the deep carpet and went back to running her hands over my cock through my pants with one hand while finishing her glass of wine held in the other. Then she put down the glass and untied the front of her robe. She was naked underneath and her firm 38DD breasts thrust out. Her nipples stood out like hard buttons on her wide brown aureoles. "He was using my mouth like a little cunt dear. Holding my hair so I couldn't get away, not that I wanted to. I couldn't get enough of it. I was moaning and licking and sucking him and running my fingernails down his shaft while my other hand was playing with his balls and his ass. Do you like that thought?" I groaned. She leaned in and kissed me, with a hint of tongue. Her lips tasted of wine. "Mmmm I thought you might. I think he particularly liked watching my red nails sliding down his lovely fat fuck-stick. I had on really red fingernail polish". "Oh?" "Mmmmmm like I'm wearing today. Let me show you". She reached for my waistband and I lifted my ass. My track pants slid down to my shins and my cock popped up in front of her face like an iron bar. She smiled and I noticed the color that had infused her neck. This was turning her on as much as me. I moaned as she wrapped her hand around my cock and gently slid it up and down a few times. "Then he told me to wrap my tits around his cock so he could fuck them. I love being made to do that. He lifted me up a little bit so he could slide that fat cock up and down. Every time I could reach I sucked him. He was leaking pre-cum and it tasted salty. The smell of it was divine, so musky and masculine". She was slowly stroking my cock as she talked. He red fingernails were bright against the turgid pink of my hard dick. Her voice was a husky and sultry. "He made me do it Baby; I had to. And you know what? It was wonderful! Does that sound awful?" She moved in closer on her knees and pulled her robe back so my cock was in the valley between her tits. She spat on her hand to lubricate it then pushed her tits together around it. "Tittie fuck me like he did darling. Go on. Slide that lovely hard cock up and down". I lifted my ass up and down and found it was surprisingly easy because of the bounce of the bed. As she felt my cock sliding between her fat tits, she groaned. "Go on you bastard. Use my tits like a cunt. Fuck me like a bitch!" I started to get a rhythm going and my cock pushed higher. She had her head down and her tongue out and the every time it emerged her wet tongue would slurp deliciously over the head of it. "Oh let me suck you. Face-fuck me with your lovely cock!" I hunched up high so she could reach with her mouth and watched her red lips engulf it. I groaned too. She was going crazy trying to get more of it in her mouth. I wanted the friction though so I put my hands on her shoulders for purchase and started bouncing. She was back to licking the head of it every time it came close to her mouth. I could feel the sensation building inside me and my urgency increased. "Yessssssssssssssssssssss. Go on you bastard! Cum all over your slutty bitch's tits!" Then she was writhing and cumming from the sheer erotic excitement of it all. I couldn't hold back any longer. I arched up, thrusting hard, and started to spurt. The white strands shot up under her chin, two, three, four times. She released her tits and grabbed my cock and slowly stroked it up and down with her greedy lips clamped over the head, milking it of all my juices. Then she pulled it out and rubbed it all around her mouth a couple of times, smearing the white stuff all aver her lips. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever see. My back was arched in heavenly enjoyment. Then it started to be too sensitive so I reached down and gently pulled her fingers loose. She turned her ecstatic, sweat streaked, pretty face up to mine. I guess I was looking back the same way. I leaned down and kissed her, slow and long. She was musky and salty and delicious. It seemed the most natural thing in the world. I struggled to my feet (not that easy with track pants around your ankles), took her by the hand and lifted her off her knees. We both fell backwards on the bed and slithered up where it was comfortable to let our breathing recover. "Omigod" she panted. "Omigod If I'd only known". I put my arm under her neck and pulled her towards to me. She wriggled in close and giggled into my clammy sweatshirt-clothed chest. "Holy shit" I said. "Slutty bitch?" She giggled again. "Poetic license. You liked?" "Oh I liked," I said. Rediscovering Joan Ch. 02 Hi, Mike Paterson here. Before you read this you might want to read chapter 1 so I don't to have to re-introduce myself and my lovely wife Joan. Not that I mind doing that; I'm very proud of my gorgeous 41 year old wife. So much so I feel in her shadow when we are out together; very much the kind of feelings I get when I hear Eric Clapton's 'Wonderful Tonight". But our journey really started when Joan cheated. That set off an incredible whirl of contradictory feelings in me, but as I explained in chapter 1 our talking about it also resulted in an amazing sexual experience - I'd even call it an epiphany. Anyway you'd think after what happened we'd be fucking like rabbits for days, but that's not what happened. I spend the rest of Saturday on our boat doing some maintenance because we'd promised some friends a harbor cruise the next day. Then Saturday night we went to a formal dinner in Huntington Beach for which Joan outdid herself; looking fantastic in her little black dress -- which wasn't so little really as it had to hold up her magnificent breasts. She was loving and attentive all evening, hanging on my shoulder and enjoying the attention her loveliness attracted, but we got home too late to do anything more than curl up and crash. Sunday out on the water and at dinner afterward, she was positively radiant and as happy as I'd ever seen her, but again we got home too late to take things any further. Or maybe we didn't want to. It's not that I wasn't horny; I only had to let my mind wander back over the events of Saturday and I was rock hard in seconds. But I'd compartmentalized my mind somehow and the different areas were at war with each other for ascendancy. Sometimes I was angry and hurt at the betrayal of our wedding vows -- which I at least had taken seriously. Sometimes blindingly jealous. What did he have that I didn't? Some of the time I was concerned for her in a loving, protective sort of way; this wasn't easy for her and I wanted to hold her in my big arms and make it alright. But above all I was horny; a constant state of mild arousal that quickened when I let my mind dwell on what we'd shared. I had to jerk off in the shower a couple of times just to be able to dress. By Tuesday I was keenly aware we were delaying confronting it, out of what? Fear that the feelings that had swept over us would have faded? Or of it happening again? Perhaps I was just afraid of change and wanted to shrink back into the comfortable safe place we'd been in. By Wednesday it was just a matter of time before we had to find out or go crazy. Thursday evening I parked the 911 in the garage, got my briefcase and walked around to the front of the house to go inside. At the front steps I heard Joan's voice call out 'Hi' and looked up to see her smiling down at me from the upstairs balcony. She was wearing a satin robe that hugged her voluptuous body, and high heels. The robe was open enough at the front to display her cleavage, which was pushed up tantalizingly by the railing she was leaning on. She'd never looked sexier and a tingle of anticipation went through me. Damn, whatever feelings we'd let out of the box didn't look like fading any time soon. "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii". "Come up" she called. "Keep me company". "Let me change and grab a scotch and I'll be right there". I dumped my case, threw on some slacks and a sports shirt with a collar, and climbed up the carpeted staircase sipping a short Johnnie Walker Black on rocks. The Santa Ana winds had been blowing off the desert all week and were tugging at the drapes where the French doors opened into the lounge. Joan was framed there in the evening light, smiling beautifully. She twirled for effect. "What do you think?" "Mmmmmm" I said, "very nice!" "Well it's not just for looking at" she said a trifle too gaily. "You can touch as well". She stepped closer, reached up with her face and kissed me deeply. Her lips were soft and she tasted of fruit juice, sweet. We swayed together, lips locked and tongues swirling as Don Henley on the entertainment center sang softly 'been trying to get down, to the heart of the matter. But the flesh it gets weak...". If only he knew. We broke for breath and she put her face in my chest and sighed. "Nice. Sooo nice". She was wearing 'Passion', my favorite. The scent was intoxicating. I sipped my drink and put it down on the glass topped coffee table. Joan simply kicked off the heels and sprawled out on the carpet near the open French doors, arranging her robe around her. "Here darling", she said, "come sit here and talk with me". I sat down cross legged. The slight breeze that wafted her perfume through the room was warm and comfortable. "Did you enjoy Saturday". She asked in a quiet voice. "Uh yes, very much" I replied. She studied me, trying to interpret the slight hesitation. "What part the most?" she asked. I felt put on the spot but knew my response was important. "I don't think we ever fucked like that, it was so... wanton, and I loved..." "Listening to me talk?" I felt a firming in my pants front as delicious images flooded through me. I saw again her hands fondling my rock hard cock between her wonderful tits, her lips whispering delicious words and taking me to erotic heights I'd never experienced. "Yes dear, I loved that very much". She shifted her legs a little and said "I'm so glad. I was worried it would be a turnoff for you and it's so... very important to me to be able to express what I feel and... who I am". "Who you are?" I echoed in surprise. "You're my Joan, you're my wife". She studied a Chagall print on the wall for a few seconds then said sadly "Darling, you don't know me at all. You only know... how I've behaved". I chuckled smugly. "Over twenty years of marriage and a year together before that? I think I know you pretty well". She shook her head. "That wasn't me, not the real me. You just don't know". I knew this much about her. She was on the verge of opening up and I should keep quiet. Trying to get what I wanted out of the conversation rather than letting her say what she needed to, would not only frustrate her but spoil an important time. I asked "Well did you enjoy it? Saturday I mean?", then made a fuss of getting my drink and enjoying some of it. Then I put it back, got comfortable, and waited. She smiled wickedly and said "Yes darling, I enjoyed it more than I can probably explain in a few words". After a few seconds she added "How about I enjoyed it so much I've been playing with my cunt every chance I've had all week, reliving it in my head. I even got myself off today in the ladies room at work". My cock leaped to attention inside my slacks and I looked at her incredulously. Such words. And my wife masturbating? I thought only I did that. She caught my look and giggled. "Oh like you haven't this week? I know you. I bet you hand-fucked yourself silly!" I flushed in childish embarrassment like a kid who'd been told he'd grow hairy hands if he did that. How did she know? She stretched out like a lazy cat on our lounge floor, still grinning. "Sweetheart you don't know the half of it. The thing is, I once was and probably am at heart, a slut!" The word jolted me. It was the last thing anyone would have called my fun loving, but somewhat conservative wife. She caught the flicker of disagreement behind my eyes. "You don't like the 'S' word huh? Brings up bad connotations? Sweetheart a slut is just someone who loves sex more than anything else in life, and when she's turned on loses her inhibitions and will do whatever it takes to get it. And that, my darling love describes me, the real me, exactly". She didn't seem in the slightest bid fazed by what she was saying. It shocked me. My head whirled more than ever, my arousal had evaporated and I felt confused and uncertain how to respond. She broke the moment by looking across the room and asking. "Can I have a margarita please? I made a jug". I got up and went to the bar at the other end of the lounge, and got the jug and a couple of frozen glasses from the fridge. I salted the rims and poured, then I brought the two drinks back to her and lay down again. She sipped gratefully then said "Look, this is what I figured out this week, and what I really wanted to talk to you about". I tried my best to keep my expression neutral. "When I said to you I needed to become myself, I know it went right over your head. How couldn't it? You have no context for any of this. Plus ..." She grinned mischievously. "You were listening with your cock and what you were hearing was I wanted to be someone who sneaks around on her husband and fucks strange men in hotel rooms. Am I right?" What could I do but nod? "Then you need to hear what I'm saying to you, with all the love I know you have for me. I was someone before I met you I gave up to be with you. It's like I took off that existence like it was a cloak, and stepped straight into the existence of being your woman". I must have let my expression slip. She put her hand on my bare arm. "Please don't get me wrong; our life together has been wonderful in many ways. I've had the love of a good man, two terrific children. I've seen the world and had many great experiences along the way, plus all this". She indicated around her. I knew she meant the house and our not inconsiderable material possessions. "But darling, and you are my darling, believe it; That Joan is who I have been, not who I am". She reached for her glass and drank most of it. I poured her some more and sipped some of mine. The mix was strong and I felt a glow as the tequila drifted down. She was totally relaxed now and talking in a soft, husky, thoughtful voice. "Since it's just been you and I in the house I've discovered I've never really resolved things with my real self. There are things I miss, and I think there were good things, passionate things I've suppressed. It's become overwhelming and I have to find myself or I will just... end". My stomach sank from the horrible possibility of losing her and I must have grimaced. She saw the stricken look and reached out to hold my arm again. "Oh baby!" I lay there like a helpless child, realizing if she chose to get up and walk out the door I had absolutely no hold over her at all. If what we'd had was simply an act on her part and she didn't want it any more, what was left of us? Then I looked into her eyes and was consoled by the caring and compassion I saw there. "Darling I believe if you can truly know me and accept me, I can become myself again. For that to happen I have to tell you everything and I have to know you truly do accept me". As quickly as the horror had set in, it was replaced by a new sense of anticipation. She was talking about us going ahead as partners to a new place where we would truly know each other. Instead of responding in words I shimmied forward so our bodies touched, and pulled her face into my chest. I kissed the top of her head. Her scent filled my senses and I wanted to keep my face there. Instead I just said "I do". She laid back, though our hips and legs remained touching. It was a comforting feeling. She fussed with my collar for a few moments in an almost motherly way. Then she looked at me coyly and asked "Are you sure you loved what happen on Saturday?" My cock twitched in my pants. "Yes". "Was it just that we had great sex or other things?" The pressure built as my cock pushed against the front of my pants. "I loved you talking". "Are you saying you loved hearing me talk about sucking and fucking other men? I need to hear you say the words". I had a full erection now, hard enough that I had to pull my knees up a little to make room. "Yes I loved hearing you talk about other men fucking you, and you sucking them, and all the other nasty things you said". "And you want me to do more of it? Go on I need to hear you say it!" "Yes, I want you to do it again, tell me every nasty thing about it. Do you believe me?" "Yes I do believe you. Now I have a plan will you listen to it?" I nodded. "I need you to know me, and you like to hear about me. Lets make a pact that I will talk and tell you everything, and I'll do it so it turns us both on, and we will agree to take care of each others' needs as we go along". "That sounds wonderful". "Wait', she said. "I think I understand your needs. You want to watch me and touch me and fuck me, and have me touch you and suck you and make you cum". "Yes I want us to do all those things". For a second she looked uncertain, like she was crossing a line. Then she said "What if I need you not to be considerate, or gentle, or kind? What if I need you to sometimes treat me like a little whore, tie me up and use me as a little fuck-toy to give you pleasure without considering me at all? What if I want you to manhandle me? I don't mean hurt me, but enough to leave no doubt who's on control?" I moved my legs uncomfortably. My cock was throbbing. "You need that?" "It would have to be part of the deal. Probably other things too but we could make those up as we go along". "How can I promise that? What if you want to go down a path that's a real turnoff for me?" She'd obviously thought it through because her response was almost eager. "What if we have a safe word? Sayyyyy.... 'Uncle'. You can use it and I promise to immediately drop that path of exploration. We might come back to it another time if it's important, but if it breaks the mood you can say 'Uncle" at any time and it's dropped for then, ok? She leaned out and clasped my arm again. Her eyes weren't pleading exactly, but she had the look of someone whose plan B was a very sorry second. "Do you agree?" I was, as the old cliche goes, putty in her hands. There was no doubt about which of my tangled feelings were ascendant. I loved her more in that moment than ever. She was offering me a privileged journey into her mind, with unlimited sexual pleasure as a bonus. Anything my heart desired. Possessiveness and jealousy seemed remote, petty things. How could I say no? "When do we start?" "How about now? Would you like me to take care of that before we talk?" She looked at me with a mock angelic smile. Her hands had trailed down my arm to my waist and began cupping and fondling over the tent in my pants. I groaned. "No I'm enjoying the feeling of being turned on, the anticipation. Keep doing that and I might change my mind though". "Oh ok", she said petulantly. Then she brightened. "We could start at the beginning if you like. You'll have to let me let my own fingers wander if I get too horny though". "Ok" "Want to test the safe word?" "Uh...." "I had this boyfriend who had an Alsatian dog..." "Uncle!" "I had a pap smear today..." "UNCLE UNCLE!" We rocked with laughter; the perfect tension breaker at the perfect time. When it passed I poured the last of the Margaritas into our glasses and went to make some more. When I returned with fresh glasses she took a long sip and spoke in the low husky voice she liked to summon up sometimes. "Well I was always a horny child, I started playing with myself in private by the time I was twelve or so, but believe it or not I was a virgin well into my teens". "Oh no dating?" She giggled. "Oh fuck yes! I didn't say I was a nun, only a virgin". "So...." "Oh I was a very hot date. I would jerk a guy off in a second, while they played with my tits which were big and sensitive even back then. Then later of course I was the real blowjob queen!" "Oh?" "Oh fuck yes, I fucking loved it. I couldn't wait to get the guy alone where I could slide down his pants, pop open my bra - I used to wear those ones with the snaps in the front, get my face down in the guy's pubes rubbing my face in it, drinking in the scent of it". Her smile was dreamy. "Best of all, I learned something. Boys loved to hear me talk dirty". She giggled, like a tinkling in her throat". "Very dirty. I learned all the words and used to practice them in front of a mirror. I had kind of like this little angelic face and the boys loved to watch those words just roll off my tongue". She giggled again. "Particularly if I lifted my mouth off their cocks to say them. They would sit there like puppy dogs and just drool over it" She put her hand down between her legs and I saw her wrist moving. She was beaming in happiness until a shadow crossed her face. She held my hand really tight and gazed searchingly into my eyes, gauging the risk of going on. "Darling I have something to... confess". "That there were other men I never knew about?" I'd steeled myself for that. She looked at me in surprise then her face softened. "No actually not that, though... there were, I guess you know that". "Many?" "No. Just a couple more you never knew of. I'm so sorry I deceived you". She leaned in and rested her forehead in the crook of my shoulder. I could feel her breathing. I kept still. She lifted her head again and said "You have to understand I ... needed to know what it felt like, and I just wasn't ready to try to have that with you. I'm so sorry. Forgive me". I held her close for a moment, letting her feel I wasn't angry, and that the unspoken forgiveness I had given her was unconditional. After a few seconds she leaned back to look at me again and said carefully "But that wasn't what I was going to say". I shifted my grip on her hand and waited. "The other night, do you know who called you?" I shook my head. "I did. I don't really know why, it's so... conflicted in my head. I..." She paused and sipped her drink. "I imagined you coming to the hotel, asking around and figuring out the room. Sometimes I think I wanted you to burst in and drag me out by my hair, possessing me totally... and later punishing me. Other times... I think I just wanted you to see me as I am". She searched my face again, which I was keeping in tight control. "Darling I do know that the whole evening, when we were fucking, I was... posing for your entrance". My eyes went wide and she nodded. "I made sure if you burst in you would see me in the most... erotic position possible. When I was sucking his cock I made sure I was sideways on so you could see it sliding into my mouth. He was ... making me do things so he could watch. I made sure you would see it all if you opened the door. He made me... lie on the bed and finger fuck myself. I made sure my legs were wide open and the first thing you would see would be my fingers sliding in and out..." I couldn't help myself. I reached down and rubbed my hand over my hard cock, savoring the feeling and seeing it in my mind. She reached down and covered my hand, moving with it. I watched her face. I could see she had more to say. "Go on... tell me. I want to know". For a moment she was reticent. Then her face relaxed as if she'd made a difficult decision and was prepared to accept the consequences. "Darling, when you and I have made love, do you know... you have very rarely made me cum?" This hit me like an electric shock and for a moment my insecurity was overwhelming. I remembered times, not recent times, but back in time, when she had writhed in my embrace, moaning, usually in time with me. What was that? I looked at her in disbelief. "No darling it's true. Oh please don't think it wasn't nice. It was... warm and loving and satisfying in an emotional way. I just... didn't cum". "But you..." She reached up and pressed a finger to my lips. I let her go on. "You are so... considerate. You wait for me and that's lovely and so... you. But what I need is you to just take me... to just fuck me like an animal. It's strange I suppose, even to me, but if you would just... disregard me, just let go as if you don't give a damn about me, I would cum like crazy. But when you wait for me, wanting to be sure I'll cum first, I can't. But I love you and I want you to be happy so I... pretend. I make you think I'm cumming so you will". Rediscovering Joan Ch. 02 I was hurt but it was a small hurt. I realized it came from some stupid men's thing, some programmed-in idea of what I was supposed to be. Before I could dwell on it she said "Darling, when I was fucking Brad the other night, do you know how many times I came? Four times. Do you want to know when?" I nodded, fascinated by the thought. She settled her hand over my cock stoking gently. "I came once when I was sucking his cock and he was controlling me. He didn't, but I did. I was helpless with his hands in my hair and he was ordering me to use my hands and my mouth to please him and I just lost it". "And then later when he was eating my cunt, I had my legs over his shoulders and he was licking up and down my slit and sometimes sucking on my clit and I was fucking his face and I came in his mouth while he sucked it all up". "Then after we'd lain in each other's arms for a little while, he wanted to doggie-fuck me. He made me bend over the bed in just my stockings, with my tits hanging down. He was calling me a 'cock sucking bitch' and making me talk dirty to him - not that he had to give me much encouragement there, and he was fucking his cock in and out of me. His balls were slapping against my asshole, and he started slapping my tits around to watch them swing. And I just exploded before him and then stayed there while he came and came in my cunt. It was amazing!" She reached for my belt and unbuckled it. Deftly she slipped down my fly and my boxers so my cock leaped up, rampant. She gently squeezed it then began slowly stroking up and down. "And the fourth time?" I croaked. She answered in a husky, unhurried voice; savouring the eroticism of the moment as much as I was. "We lay on the bed for a long time and then he told me he wanted to watch me play with myself. He sat in the chair and stroked his half hard cock. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I loved watching the purple head of it thrust out above his fist. I positioned myself so my legs were wide apart in front of him, so he could look right up my red, cum-filled, fuck-hole". She said the last word slowly and emphatically, enjoying the sound of it. She licked her lips and watched her hand stroking my cock for a moment. "It was like an unspoken contest. I wanted to tease him until he would have to stick his hard cock on me and fuck me. He wanted to prolong it to get every bit of pleasure out of it. See how far he could push me and what slutty things he could get me to do. I loved every second of it" "He ordered me to suck on my tits and I spend a while doing that. By now I was so turned on I was beside myself. I was saying all the dirty words I could think of but they were coming out in a jumble. He was asking me about things I liked, dirty things you and I have never done, like had I ever had a man piss on me". Jeeeeeeeeeez! She lowered her face down to my throbbing cock, and licked around the head of it. Then alternated between talking and sucking me, looking up each time so I could see her beautiful face and wet lips. "I was telling him whether I had ever done them and when. He was such a dominating, dirty bastard. He was wonderful. Mmmmmm...". "After I begged him a few times he came over and I put my legs over his shoulders and he fucked me hard like I was a piece of meat, a whore. No gentleness, but not too rough either. Just pure pleasure, him sucking and pulling on my tits and banging me...ummmmmm..." "And me moaning and begging for more. I came and I came until I was just a jellyfish. And he pulled out at the end and shot his second lot of cum all over my belly and tits. Oh fuck... your cock tastes so fucking good..." I couldn't wait any longer. I stood up and lifted her to her feet. When I reached for her robe to push it off her shoulders it all turned to frenzy. She tore at my shirt and got it over my head. My pants wound up half way across the floor on the way to the bedroom. I do know we were naked by the time we got there because the top cover was cool for a second on my warm body. Our mouths were clamped together in a long wet kiss but I wouldn't call it foreplay. I simply took her. I held both of her wrists above her head on my big right hand so she was helpless, and aligned my cock with her opening with my left. Her eyes went wide as I slid all the way into her. Her cunt was like warm velvet around me. I started to move, finding a rhythm I liked with just the right amount of friction. Her mouth and eyes were wide open as she moved under me. Then I wanted to be deeper. I didn't ask. I just reached back and slapped her on the ass. She understood and wriggled backwards so she could lift her legs. They went up over my shoulders. I didn't have to guide myself. I slid in to the hilt in one thrust. Her face contorted and she moaned; her first sounds since we'd gotten up off the floor. "Yes baby" she hissed. "Fuck your little bitch! Fuck your little bitch's cunt. Fuck me. Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..." Her words trailed off into meaningless moans and grunts. I cared only about the delicious feeling of my cock moving inside her. I still held her wrists above her head. I didn't care how tightly so long as I could pin her where she was. I felt the sensation building in my balls. Joan was turning her head from side to side, moaning and crying out in the true language of love. Then I needed to cum and I needed to cum right then. I didn't give a rat's ass about anything or anyone else. I slammed into her, pulled back and slammed again. I started to com like I was turning inside out through my dick. I froze in ecstasy, back arched. I was aware of her shuddering under me but my pleasure was paramount. I was pulsing as I came deep inside her. Seconds passed and I started to come down; that warm feeling that washes over you. Sounds became clear again. I was breathing hoarsely. She was panting. Her chest was heaving. Gradually my body unfroze and I settled on top of her then at her side as my softened cock slipped out of her. I could feel the sweat form globules and begin to trickle off my broad back. "Fuck. Oh fuck...." The words came from me. Her response was a raspy chuckle. She turned her sweaty beaming face to mine and kissed me wetly. "Yes dear?" Rediscovering Joan Ch. 03 Hi it's Mike Paterson again. Before you read this you might want to read chapters 1 and 2 so you know how my lovely, voluptuous, red-headed, 41 year old wife Joan and I got to this place on our journey. In case you haven't done that I'll start by saying I thought we were very happy together until she cheated on me and challenged me to do something about it. While trying to fix that we made the amazing discovery it was an incredible turn on for us both to talk about the sexual details. I learned that Joan had been living a contrived life with me for almost 21 years and had reached a point where she had to re-establish herself, which included dealing with her repressed sexuality. She'd cheated not to hurt me, but try and learn who she really was. Now we were dealing with the consequences and trying to get to the root of it all. The main consequence, amazingly, was a state of constant arousal even when we weren't together. For my part I'd describe it as being lifted up on the wings of pure passion. My jealousy, hurt, anger, were all there but they paled in their power over me compared to the desire this had awoken. They say the truth will set you free. Well maybe. But it certainly had me on a high I'd never imagined and I craved more of it from the lovely lips of my beautiful lady. Anyway late on the Saturday morning a week after this all started we were still in bed. I'd pulled the drapes when I'd gone to get us coffee. It was another brilliant California day. That can pall on you like too much chocolate but that day the sky and the possibilities were endless. Something low and melodic from Gram Parsons' anthology was playing out in the lounge. It seemed to fit. We were lying side by side enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. She was lazily rubbing the palm of her hand over my heavily muscled chest. I'm not a huge guy as it goes, big hands maybe, but I'm cut; handball three nights a week does that for you. Her hand felt lovely and a faint familiar stirring was tingling around in my nether region. I decided to get to the point. "You said you stepped out of a life and into mine." She nodded against me. "This last week suggests that previous life must have had a lot of sex in it, am I right?" She nodded again then shifted herself just enough so she could prop on an elbow and look at me. Her other hand returned to its wandering among my chest hairs. The covers had slipped off her. Her upper body was magnificent. I know she's a 40D but that's just a number and a letter if you aren't looking at the contents. Her belly isn't flat exactly but toned from the 20 miles or so she runs each week. Her wonderful breasts have a deep valley between them and are tipped with brown aureoles maybe three inches across. Her nipples are little nubbins until she's turned on, then a flush spreads across her chest and throat, her aureoles puff up like little saucers and those nipples unfurl a half inch or so. Right then everything was relaxed but still as beautiful as heck. She said "You remember that guy I said I was living with before we got together?" Joan and I met at a little college in Long Beach where I was doing a business admin diploma and she a nursing degree. We got talking in the cafe one day and I was attracted by her sense of fun and twinkly green eyes under a shock of red hair. Behind the zany, outgoing front she'd seemed a bit lost somehow, like there was some psychological wound she didn't want to have to explain. I'd taken her under my wing. She was crashing on a girlfriend's couch after a relationship breakup at the time. Before long we were sharing a place off campus. We'd married pretty much straight after graduation and she'd gotten pregnant with Robert almost immediately. The world seemed a place of endless possibilities for a couple of smart, educated kids, and we'd more or less torn the back pages off the calendar and headed straight towards the future. Now my ears pricked up as I thought back to that time. It might be interesting to fill in some of the gaps in the light of what was happening to us. I remembered there'd been someone, vaguely; something that had left her with nowhere to live but nothing more than that. "Not really." "Well he was an Italian guy called Paulo, foreign student. Well, ah, he used to share me." I didn't get it for a few seconds, and then I did. "You mean share you... around?" "Yeah I was crazy about him. Suave, really good looking and knew it. Kind of dominating and manipulative I suppose. I was a little girl down from Oxnard looking for a good time while I was at school, and up for anything I guess. It started with a threesome one night after a lot of wine." I felt that delightful swelling commence down south and settled in to hear more. "I knew he had those interests pretty soon after we were together. Like all boys he loved to hear me talk dirty when we were fucking, but he was the first one to really talk back. He spoke great English, his dad was a diplomat or something and he had the best accent. He'd ask what I liked and I let out that I thought about more than one guy. Pretty quickly he shaped my responses into a pretty good fantasy life between us. Then one night he started putting it into practice. I was all for it." "Oh you were?" "Ooohhh yeah." The gentle movement of her palm over my chest was lovely. She was keeping the hand high up. I didn't want it to move lower too soon either. I suppose it was unspoken we were slipping back into our special place and the anticipation was delicious. She giggled. "I suppose we ambushed this friend of ours. Nice guy, sports jock, fun guy. Anyway the wine flowed and he lived across town so he was gonna stay on our floor. Paulo and I left the door strategically ajar and I was kneeling on the bed sucking Paulo's cock when I felt these hands on my tits from behind." The swelling became a warm thrill that spread through me. "They maneuvered me around, lots of kissing and touching until they were both on the bed with me. It was the first time I ever had two cocks to play with. I was going back and forth sucking each one, reveling in the taste and the smell and power of it. I think they came all over my face and my tits and I was licking around, gobbling it up. Mmmmmmmmmm." I groaned. She did that throaty chuckle. "Oh you like that image? Your bitch in heat huh?" Her hand was down on my stomach circling around. Half of me wanted to it to go lower and grasp my very hard cock. The rest of me wanted to prolong. Her hand stayed on my stomach. "Anyway there was no stopping Paulo then. He wanted more the next day, and of course he got it. He and the other guy banged me all over the flat in every position known to man. Mostly the guy, Paulo was the real voyeur... He'd get up real close and watch me being fucked, and I'd get in all the positions he liked." She inched closer to me and gently brought her lips to mine. Her mouth was half open and tasted of coffee. Pleasant. We kissed for a while, enjoying each others tongues. When she eased back to where I could see her she said, "Darling? I loved it. I loved the sex and I loved pleasing him." "Oh yeah?" She twitched her head in kind of a 'that's just how it was' gesture and said "I was twenty years old and I knew beans about the big picture of life, but I knew myself pretty well and I was in hog-heaven!" "What'd you like so much?" She smiled. "I felt... safe and I felt free. He didn't have to tell me or even encourage me. I was the ultimate sex partner." "Oh?" She swirled her fingers in my chest hairs for a few seconds, remembering. "I'd even anticipate what might turn him on and do it. Sneak peeks of me sucking a guy's cock while being doggie fucked. That sort of thing. He loved me being a wanton little tramp and I loved playing the part." Her voice flowed like honey, velvety with little lilts. I hung on every word. The CD had switched in the changer and the Eagles were quietly performing 'Wasted Time' live. Plenty of that. "I never felt disrespected. I'd do anything, three and four guys and me at times. Paulo would think of games to play and we'd play them. Sometimes I'd just walk around the flat topless and the guys would know that was permission to just grab me and fuck me; it all seemed so... normal." I let the thoughts circulate in my mind. "The boys learned too. We were a tight... little circle. They figured out the more turned on I was the more fun it was for everyone. Probably the best way to do that was to push me down on my knees and give me orders... suck that, bitch...lick my balls, that sort of thing. Playing with my tits worked too. Sucking, fucking, it didn't matter really; I loved it. All that hard cock to play with and make squirt. Even some games with a girlfriend someone bought along who was bi. Paulo loved that. Most guys do I've found." I filed away the last part for future exploration. She wasn't touching me; she was caught up in the memories. I was so hard I was throbbing but that wasn't urgent. "I learned most of the things I like around sex during those eight months. Paolo had money from his allowance and liked me to dress for him, the push up bras, stockings and belts, panties with the split in front so he could play with me in public, all that. I adored it. But it... had to end." She said the last words wistfully and I sensed we'd come to the heart of things. I moved my legs to take my mind off my erection. She began to snuggle closer. I still wanted to delay so I asked "Why?" She eased back to where she was, and turned her head sideways as she does when considering something difficult. "I was young dear, but I wasn't stupid. I knew it was a slippery slope. Watching me suck his friends' cocks and them fucking me was never going to be enough. It wasn't that I wasn't enjoying myself..." She thought again for a moment. "You know the true meaning of 'nirvana'?" "I know the band, does that count?" "Probably not" she chuckled then turned serious. "To some people it means a state of happiness, but it actually means 'to have reached one-ness with the force' I guess, to use the Star Wars version. Well that was me on one hand; absolutely at one with myself which was the only force I cared about. On the other hand I knew I was in a headlong collision with disaster. It was only a matter of time before he pimped me out or something crazy he wanted me to do went horribly wrong." She looked at the ceiling for a moment and when her face turned back to mine there was a glistening in the corners of her eyes. "I couldn't refuse him anything. I didn't want to. I wanted the sex and the games as much as he did. But it was going to go bad sooner or later, and I had the presence of mind to get out. I went home for a couple of weeks and when I came back to Long Beach I moved in with a girlfriend and wouldn't see him. I suppose he found someone else after a while..." She looked at the bed for a few seconds, composing herself. When she looked back up the smile was back and she stroked my chest again. She snuggled down closely and spoke again with her face tucked in against my shoulder. "I knew you from the varsity Lacrosse squad of course, I used to follow the games, and I'd seen you around the café. You seemed... strong, steady. Then we talked that day and ..." Yes the rest I knew. Suddenly she ducked down and blew a huge raspberry on my stomach. She burst up out of the covers beaming and chuckling, my lovely Joan. "Too serious ok? Far too serious!" she scolded. "You want to get up and do brunch mister or what?" "Oh I could get up" I said in a mysterious voice." Just get back down here and I'll show you how!" She wriggled down and hugged me close; snuggling is so her breasts were tight against me. "Yes master" she said in a sultry voice. "Mmmmm" I chuckled." I love an obedient woman." "I only exist to please you master" she answered. "Mmmmm..." I said. After a few moments she said, less playfully, "I do, really." "What?" "Want to please you." "You do," I said. "No truly, I would do anything you asked." She'd said this before, but what was happening cast it in an entirely different light. "Anything," she said quietly and firmly. Hmmmm. The possibilities. I said the first silly thing that came into my mind. "What if I want you to get a tattoo?" "You only have to say when, where and what you want it to say." Actually I do like a tattoo on a woman if it's tasteful. I remembered one I'd seen once, just a glimpse. "Ok a butterfly. On your hip at the front, a little one." "Ok, I'll make the booking on Monday. Are you sure that's the only one you want?" "You want to suggest something else?" "Darling if you want me to have 'I'm Mike Paterson's cock sucking bitch' tattooed on both my tits and ride a bus to LA and back topless barking like a dog, you only have to say." "Well no, but the thought's intriguing!" She punched me lightly on the side. "I should hope so!" A few seconds passed and she said "I like that!" "What?" "Being called that. 'A cock sucking bitch'. It's what I am." She felt me tense. "No don't put your own negative connotations on it. I love to suck cock and I love to be doggie fucked. It's a great description of me. When I hear those words it thrills me all the way down to my cunt. At that moment I belong completely to the man saying it." Her hand had slipped down my stomach and began gently stroking up and down my quickening cock. I didn't want her to stop but I wanted to kiss her more. I eased her gently away and lifted up on my right arm so she was on her back. The covers slid off her. Her aureoles were swollen and her nipples were hard as buttons. I lowered my head and sucked in the right one. She murmured. I bit down gently on it and she arched her back in enjoyment. Her fingers had closed around me and were riding slowly up and down. I moved up to her face and kissed her. She kissed back hungrily. She eased her face back and with an earnest look said "My love I want the best of what I had back then and the best of what we've had. Is that too much to ask?" "No." "I want to be myself in the arms of the man I love. That's you darling. Being me means having an outlet for my passion and the freedom to seek the fulfillment I need. Will you be my partner in that?" Her words touched me. I could only lean forward and whisper "Yes my love, oh yes..." before our lips bound together. I felt her sob once, a big heave. Her tongue wrapped around mine and we immersed ourselves in the passion of the moment. When our lips broke contact again she said "Darling please come out in the lounge and sit in the chair, the one with the high arms, I want to do something for you." I did. She stood in front of me for a moment, letting me enjoy her body. Then she straddled the chair facing me, real close, so my face was in her belly. Reaching behind and grasping my hard cock she slowly lowered until the head of it was brushing against her pubic hair, then her sopping slit, then rubbing up and down through warm wetness. Then she lowered just that bit more and I felt the head of it slip inside her. I tried to thrust up. "Ohhhhhhhh" she said "No no no. let me lead. I want to please you so fucking much." I put my arms around her and nuzzled her tits as she slowly lowered. Her legs were wide apart around the chair back and she supported her weight on one arm, then on both when my cock no longer needed guiding. I was held immovable between her and the chair. She lowered herself on me in stages, just a little bit at a time before lifting up, until I was all the way home in her depths. She groaned. "Soooo nice....." It was incredible for me too. She leaned forward and we kissed wetly, then leaned back and began to put on a show for me with her tits. She could keep most of her weight off me with one arm and move her ass just enough. With the other she scooped up each one and brought the aureole up to her mouth, where her tongue could dart out and lick around before she sucked her nipple into her mouth. She would suck hard, hollowing her cheeks, and release. Then she'd change hands and do the other. It was beautifully erotic and I assisted by nuzzling in to kiss them every chance I got. All the time I could feel her cunt lifting and sliding down over me like a warm velvet glove. She was smiling in enjoyment and making little noises. I suppose I was murmuring too, when I didn't have a mouthful of her firm tit flesh sucked deep into my mouth. Her movements became more urgent. She used both arms to control her movements and leaned forward over me. She was kissing me every few seconds, big wet kisses with her tongue out. Her sounds got gradually louder until she was groaning loudly. "Oh fuck me baby, fuck me." I was no hurry, just enjoying the spectacle, the sounds and smells, and the divine feeling of her cunt grasping my fat cock. It seemed she was. Abruptly she arched up in the chair, mouth wide, groaning gutturally and I knew she was coming hard. "Oh fuck, oh fuck.... you bastard, ohh.... that's wonderful." I grabbed her chin with one hand and turned it to me to see the ecstasy on her lovely face. "I thought I didn't make you cum" I said teasingly." She bathed me in a lazy, dreamy, teasing 'just-fucked' smile. "Mmmmm well I did, and it was wonderful!" She brought her hand up to her mouth to brush aside her hair. I could smell her woman-scent on it and breathed in deeply. "What this?" She chuckled. "Do you like that smell?" She moved her hand to my mouth so I could smell it. "That's my cunt, my hot juicy cunt. Want a taste?" "Yes." She reached back and I heard squelching. She brought her hand back it and lifted to my lips. I sucked the fingers, enjoying the salty, musky taste and smell. "Mmmmm you really do. Suck them you bastard. Get all that juice off them. The only time they taste better is when there is other stuff in there. Then I can finger fuck and lick my fingers for ages". "Other stuff?" I felt the urgency start to build down low in me. "Ooooo yes other stuff, men's stuff." "Don't be fucking coy!"' I growled in mock-menace. "Mmmmmm ok. After I've been fucked, that stuff. Cum. I love it when I've been fucked, especially more than once. Then I can finger fuck myself and lick it all up. Or when I get face fucked and the guy squirts all his lovely cum in my mouth. Or they come on my tits and make me scoop it off so they can watch me lick it up. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." She refreshed her fingers and this time licked them herself. "But scooping it out of my hot, wet, juicy, horny, slutty pussy, my fuck hole is best". She purred. "I love it! And if it's more than one flavor I love that most of all!" The look on my face must have been priceless. "What... you're thinking something, tell me. Go on. I dare you. I bet I know. You'd like to eat my cunt after it's been fucked wouldn't you?" "I don't really know where it came from; I hadn't actively thought about it, but I said "Yes." Her eyes were wide with humorous interest. "Go-on say it. Say the words. You really want to? I want to hear you." The words just tumbled out of me, driven by my growing urgency to explode, but they rang true as I said them. "I'd like to watch you being fucked. The look on your face as his big cock slides in and out. I'd love to hear his balls slap against you, hear you groan and cling on to him. I'd love it especially if you were saying 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my cunt!" "Ooooo" she murmured, starting to move again. "And afterward, tell me!" "Then I'd love to go down on you." She giggled loudly. "Go down? How quaint! I want to hear the words. Tell me!" Rediscovering Joan Ch. 03 "I'd like to put your legs over my shoulders and my face in your cunt and lick you dry." "After a guy had emptied his balls deep inside me, and his cum is leaking out?" "Yes!" "Ohmigod" she groaned. "That would be the ultimate for me, the absolute proof that my love loves me and accepts me. I'd love you forever... oh fuck........." She began to move faster and her breathing quickened. She was talking in short gasps. "Do you like that baby? Oh god oh god. You like me fucking you. Fuck fuck..." Trying to move in response I pushed my cock harder into her and made her gasp. "Oh yes, ram me, ram me, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" I couldn't believe it but she was going to cum again. She was twisting her head and her hair was flying. She had the back of the chair in a scissors grip and her cunt muscles were clamping on me in a different rhythm to the up and down motion. Her mouth was wide open when she wasn't trying to form words and spit was flying from it. This was my wife! Who couldn't cum when we made love but was now doing so twice in ten minutes! We reached the point of no return together. She shuddered and shrieked. It triggered me and I felt myself pulsing, gushing up inside her. She was saying 'ung, ung, ung...". I was arching my back as the spasm flowed through me. Then she was holding me tightly around the head and face, holding herself up. A beaming smile had come up like sunrise across her face. She was trying to catch her breath and giggle at the same time. "Oh baby baby. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." We held each other tight in sweat soaked silence for a minute or more. "Oh baby" she said, between deep breaths. "Oh baby. I love you." That was on Saturday. On Tuesday night we got home about the same time and when I finished fussing around making us a couple of nice drinks and looked around to find her, she was standing near the doorway to the bedroom grinning mischievously. She has on a robe that was completely open at the front. Underneath she was wearing thigh-high stockings and nothing else, though there was smudge of something down low. I walked closer. It was a butterfly, wings spread, neatly tattooed in red, blue and green. I looked real close. There was a pattern on one wing. In attractive script it read 'MP'S CSB'. I looked up at her grinning face. She said "It's called compromise dear". I grinned back. She took my hand and turned towards the bedroom. "I've something else to show you but you're a bit overdressed for it..." So where do we go from here? I haven't a clue. I've never been happier and each day holds the amazing promise of unlimited adventures to come. Will we wind up opening our marriage to others? I don't know. I do know that I love her completely and unconditionally and if she strays again I will adapt to that. I'm still not comfortable being totally dominating, which may be something she needs, but I'm willing to learn. I suspect I'll want more as I learn, but as Joan said we'll just have to make it up as we go along. Maybe if you ask enough times I'll tell you about it.