9 comments/ 14278 views/ 1 favorites Refi By: edrider73 Thanks to Frontma for working on this story to improve it from a previous version. * "Sit down, Mr. and Mrs. Bledsoe," said Fiona. "I hope you weren't waiting in front too long. Yes, it's pretty bright in here with all the lights turned on. I like everything bright when papers need to be signed so everything is illuminated and there are no mistakes. "I know you called this morning but I was busy running the numbers for two other clients and then I went straight to the club. As soon as I got off the treadmill, I checked for messages and found yours and called you right back. "I'm glad you could come over to my house to sign the papers now because we don't have much time. I didn't even have time to shower so please excuse me for being so smelly and sweaty in my workout clothes. We have only an hour and a half before I have to hop into the shower. Don't worry, it shouldn't take us nearly that long. I have six other refis to finish before 4 p.m. -- all over town. It's a bagel lunch on the run for me today. "But I'm not complaining because you have to make hay when the sun shines; isn't that right, Mrs. Bledsoe? And with this rate drop, I can save people lots of money and make my own house payments on this old thing so it's a win-win; right, Mr. Bledsoe? "You know, most of my customers...I'd say 95 percent...are so appreciative of my thoughtfulness and thoroughness that they can't thank me enough. I never ask them for anything because that's not my style but they call up my boss and just gush, or they write her letters that get me all red in the face when my boss makes me stand up and reads them to the entire office at our weekly meeting. They send me little gifts and they send me so many referrals that when the rates drop, I'm working day and night to get everyone locked into a better deal. I think you were a referral, weren't you? "Of course, there are always those who are hard to please. Instead of making hay with them when the sun shines I would like to tell them to stick it where the sun doesn't shine. Do you know what that means, Mrs. Bledsoe? You do? "These are the folks who never return my calls. They don't believe me when I lay out the best deal I can give them. They shop around with sleazy lenders who lie to them and when I show them how the points and closing costs were switched on them so it would end up costing them more, they accuse me of doing the same thing and making more money than I deserve. Then at the last minute when they hear about another rate drop, they're always calling every five minutes because they're desperate to lock in before the next swing. "Funny thing is, mostly these pains in the place where the sun doesn't shine are my wealthiest customers. The ten or twenty thousand I save them is like a drop in the bucket for them. It's almost funny how they will disrupt their comfortable lives and do almost anything to lock in their rates in the end. "In the end ... that's another word for the place I'd like to tell them to stick it. Ha ha! "Do you know people like that, Mr. and Mrs. Bledsoe? No, please, don't say a thing. No need to apologize. As I told you the first time we met, I will do anything for my clients, no matter how inconsiderate they are. It's all a part of my business, and I've found ways to get satisfaction from every situation, no matter how unpleasant, so when you walk out of here, you can be assured that your payments are going to be $300 a month less and there will be no closing costs at all. "That's it. I see some nice smiles on your faces. You both look so nice for Sunday morning. Oh, you're going to your club for brunch from here and it's dressy. When you tell your friends what a deal you got, they are going to be so jealous. I'm sure you won't tell them who gave it to you. No, no, that's all right. I have more than enough work. You have your fun with them. "OK. Here are all the papers on the hassock in front of you. Now, where is my pen? It's funny but with all the stuff that can be done on the computer, you still need that pen to sign the papers and get that deal. "Oh, no. Thanks, Mr. Bledsoe, but I can't use your pen. I need the pen I used before. Everyone's so suspicious nowadays that if the ink doesn't match, it's kicked back, and then you might miss locking in the rate. "I'll look between the cushions of the couch. Mr. Bledsoe, would you mind crawling under the dining room table and looking there? And Mrs. Bledsoe, would you mind looking under the two chairs? You'll have to lift up the fabric because it's dark under there, almost as dark as where the sun doesn't shine. Ha ha! "Don't worry, my carpets are spotless. They're so thick and soft that sometimes I just fall down and stretch out on them when I come home exhausted. And also, they have that special treatment so that they never get stained and everything that spills on them is easy to clean up. "Well, if you don't help me look it might take me a while to find that pen and, I'm sorry, but if we run out of time I won't be able to get back to you today. Oh, thanks for helping. That's it, Mrs. Bledsoe, go all around those chairs and look really hard. "Well, thank you both. I couldn't find it and I see you couldn't either, but I thought of another place to look. That's right, come back here. I see you staring. Yes, I know it's unusual but sometimes pens fall into the strangest places. That's why I removed my shorts and underwear and shoes and am sitting on the couch with my feet up on it and my knees spread wide. "I think the pen might be in that big black bush between my legs. It's hard for me to see, but Mr. Bledsoe might be able to spot it if he gets close enough. Don't worry, I'm not embarrassed. We need to find that pen, and I'll do what it takes." "You think it's time for you to leave, Mr. and Mrs. Bledsoe? I can understand; you don't want to be late to your brunch. It's too bad because the rates changed yesterday and they went up a half point. It looks like the start of an upward cycle but I locked you in before the change. If we can get the papers signed this afternoon you'll get in under the wire; tomorrow is too late. "There's not enough time for you to see anyone else because all of my competition is doing the same thing I am today, getting papers signed for the customers who've been waiting. And, I'm sorry, but I don't have any time later today to see you. "But that's OK. Maybe the rates will come down again eventually or you can find someone else who can deal with your personalities better than I can. I wish you both the best of luck. "Oh, yes, please talk it over, Mr. and Mrs. Bledsoe. You can go in the kitchen if you want." "Well, that didn't take long. I think Mr. Bledsoe can be very persuasive; don't you agree, Mrs. Bledsoe? That's why he's so successful. "Yes, come over here, Mr. Bledsoe. That's right, between my legs. Do you see anything? No? Why don't you get a little closer? Yes, it's hard to bend down that far. Maybe you should get down on your knees. It won't hurt because my carpet's deep and soft. That's it, now come real close. Oh, I feel your face pressing against that big bush there. "Oh, I see, the smell is strong for you. Take a moment; it's just the natural smell of vegetation and sometimes the sap is running. Are you ready again? Why don't you take off your shirt and undershirt? We don't want to get any spots on them, do we? You might as well take off the rest of your clothes, too. "That's it. Now, why don't you use your hands and pull the bush back very gently? That's it. Do you see that parting in the middle of the bush? The pen might be in there. It's so narrow but you might be able to pry it open with your tongue. Want to try? Good. Now run your tongue up and down there gently and probe it to see if you can get in between. "That's it. It feels like it's opening up. Mrs. Bledsoe, why don't you get next to your husband so you can see better. Sometimes four eyes are better than two. "Oh, you don't? Well, would you like to go back into the kitchen with your husband and talk it over again? Oh, here you come. I love it when married couples can communicate with just a glance. Mr. Bledsoe didn't need to say a word when he looked at you, did he? There, yes, get your face really close so you can spot the pen if Mr. Bledsoe's tongue uncovers it. "Do you see how the fold is opening up thanks to Mr. Bledsoe's tongue, Mrs. Bledsoe? It's probably bright red and there's a lot of sap coming out. Yes, Mr. Bledsoe, lap it up. Now it feels like it's wide open. Mr. Bledsoe, can you push your mouth hard against the opening and start probing inside for the pen? That's it, push that tongue in as far as it will go and move it around inside. Feel anything? No? "Maybe Mrs. Bledsoe can do better. I think her tongue might be slightly longer. Why don't you let her have a chance? I'm waiting. That's it Mr. Bledsoe, you moved her right between my legs and now your hands are directing her mouth right into the juicy opening. You can let her go now; I think she's got the idea. "Do you feel all that damp hair on your cheeks, Mrs. Bledsoe? It feels so good to me, rubbing against your soft skin, almost like you're stroking the bush with your face. That's it, push through that jungle. Now stick your tongue out into that red juicy area. Oops. Don't worry; it's just the gag reflex. Sometimes it comes up for no good reason. Take a moment and breathe deeply. OK, back into the jungle. See, you get used to the smell. Do you taste any sap yet? "You've stopped. Yes, you're right. You better take off that beautiful frilly top. My, what a sexy, expensive looking red bra you have underneath. You certainly have a lot to hold up. Wow! Look at those breasts spilling out when you unhook the bra. You're still young and firm, aren't you? I bet you like to tease all the guys at the club. Am I right? "Yes, you might as well take off the rest of your clothes, too. That's it; fold them carefully and put them on that chair. No stains for you. Now get that face back into the bush. Now push your face further, like Mr. Bledsoe did and wiggle that long tongue inside the hole as far as you can. It feels like you're getting it. Push more, more. Wonderful! No luck, though? "Well, we can try one more thing to open up the hole a little more and check deeper. Bring your head all the way back out of the bush and spread the bush back with your hands. Do you see that little nub that's all red at the top of the opening? That's a push button that can open the door wider. You need to push it with your tongue. "Thanks, Mr. Bledsoe, you understand. Yes, guide your wife to the button so she can lick it and push it around with her tongue. Ooooooh! She's got it now. You can let her head go. Oooooh! Wonderful, Mrs. Bledsoe. Do you see the hole opening up? I guess you're too close now to see but I can feel it. Now move your tongue faster, faster. That's it. "In a moment I'm going to put my hands around your head. Don't worry, all you have to do is focus on keeping that tongue going faster and faster. Ooooh! Now open your juicy mouth as wide as you can while your tongue is pushing the button. I'm going to pull your mouth tighter to me. Keep licking as long as you can and don't worry if you can't because I'm rubbing my bush and my button and juicy red opening across your mouth and nose and chin. Just push back and it will be great. "OK, I'm starting to pull your head into me. That's it, keep your mouth open wide. OK, I'm moving on your face. Do you feel how out of control I am? Ooooooh! Oooooh! Eeeeeeeeee! "That was so good, Mrs. Bledsoe. It took me a whole minute to recover but I think I'm ready to continue the search. It's too bad we didn't find it in that clearing in the jungle but I know of another place it might be. It's a dark place, where the sun doesn't shine but with your help, maybe we can find that pen. "Here, let me get on the couch. I love this couch because it's almost as wide as a small bed, and with the help of all these pillows, anyone can get comfortable. Ok, I'm all set. I'm on my hands and knees and my legs are as wide apart as I can get them without falling off the couch. "Mrs. Bledsoe, I want you to get behind me and put one hand on each cheek. Oh, is there a problem? Do you want to talk in the kitchen again? I see you shaking your head and Mr. Bledsoe nodding his. It seems he is eager for you to help. If you help, I'm sure we'll soon be done. "Ok. Thanks so much for being so helpful, Mrs. Bledsoe. As I was saying, you need to kneel between my legs and put one hand on each cheek. Now grab the cheeks and slowly pull them apart. What do you see inside there? My boyfriends are always surprised at how much hair is there. Not as much as the front but quite a bit. "Because of the treadmill and what we just did I feel all sweaty back there. Is that what it looks like? But it probably smells a little different than the front. You know what to do, don't you Mrs. Bledsoe? Bend down and start licking through the hair, up and down. Maybe the pen got stuck in the damp hair. "No, Mr. Bledsoe, I don't think you need to direct her head. Give her a moment to breathe, and I'm sure she'll be fine. There you go. I can't tell you how good your tongue feels as it's licking. It's indescribable. You are doing such a good job. Up and down, up and down. Do you see the wrinkled round area toward the top? I want you to focus your tongue on that, because it seems the pen is not in the hair and it might be hidden inside that little bud. We need to open it so we can see inside. I'm going to bend forward and push to open the wrinkled bud a little for you. Is that helping? "Good, Mrs. Bledsoe. It feels like you're on the right track. Can you push your tongue inside that wrinkled bud? What's that sound? Oh, are you recovered? Good. Sometimes involuntary reflexes come out of nowhere. Don't worry about it. "Now, try pushing your tongue in. I feel it licking but not pushing. There, now there's a little push but it's not getting in far. I'm going to help you, Mrs. Bledsoe. Keep pushing your tongue in as hard as you can and I'm going to push out at you, sort of like I do when I -- well, you know. Nothing is going to come out, I'm sure, but it should open enough for you to get your tongue in. "Are you ready? Here I go. OK, now, push, push. I feel something. Push some more. That's it. Don't stop. Keep pushing. Now open your mouth wide so it covers the entire area and push in between my cheeks. My cheeks like your face so much, they want to swallow it completely so that you'll be able to push the tongue a lot further and maybe you can find my pen. "I feel your mouth opening wide but I don't feel much push. Maybe this is not going to work. Ooooh! That's it. I feel your face squirming around. Let me turn my head and look. Oh, I see your husband has come over to help. He's pushing you into me but you seem like you're trying to get your head away from him. "Don't be upset, Mrs. Bledsoe. Sometimes your spouse knows what's best, and you just need to go along. It sure feels like you're deeper inside as you're squirming and he's pushing. Now stick that tongue out as far as you can inside and I'll see if I can get Mr. Bledsoe to stop pushing your head. "There, that's got it. Ooooh, Mrs. Bledsoe, you are the captain of the search team. You're soooo deep. Mr. Bledsoe, please let go of her head. She's doing great. Ooooooh! OK, Mrs. Bledsoe, I think you've gone as far as you can go. You can take your tongue out. Whoa! You got that out fast. "That's it, long breaths, you are fine. Now come over here by my face and let me look at you. I love the way your face looks, all sweaty and grimy and smeary from my insides and your makeup. No, don't wash up yet. I want you to watch Mr. Bledsoe go into the dark area where the sun doesn't shine just like you did. Maybe he can be more successful than you." "What's that, Mr. Bledsoe? You're having second thoughts about the refi? That's too bad after what Mrs. Bledsoe just did for you. You don't think you can handle doing what she did? I'm sorry, but we have to find that pen. "What was that, Mrs. Bledsoe? You're sure he will change his mind? You certainly know your husband better than I do but he seemed awfully upset and he even used the word 'nauseated.' Oh, you're right, Mrs. Bledsoe. I can feel his tongue running between my cheeks. It's that couples communication again, I guess. "That's good, Mr. Bledsoe. Do you feel how wet my hair is? Some of that moisture is Mrs. Bledsoe's saliva. Good, good. OK, now get that tongue onto the wrinkled hole and start pushing. You're getting it further than your wife but I think I'll have to push again. Here I go. OK, now push that tongue out. "Wheeeee! Sorry, but you pushed so hard into me, my breath was taken away. How did you do that? Oh, I see, Mrs. Bledsoe was using both of her hands on the back of your head? Did I hear her laugh? She's enjoying helping you push into me. Now you're squirming and trying to get away just like she was but she's not letting you. This is really feeling good. "Are you ready to cooperate on one last attempt down there? Ok, Mrs. Bledsoe, please stop pushing him. He's going to open his mouth wide and push his head between my cheeks as far as it will go and also stick his tongue out as far as he can and push deeper into me as I push my hole back at him. That's it, Mr. Bledsoe, keep going. You can go further; I know you can. Great, I feel you really deep. "That's right, breathe through your nose. I know the hair between my cheeks is in your nose but you can breathe through the hair. Smells great, doesn't it? OK, now I'm going to stop pushing and let my muscles tighten over your tongue. That feels great to me. How does it feel to you, Mr. Bledsoe. Oh, has the cat got your tongue? "Try to pull your tongue out now, Mr. Bledsoe. You can't, can you? It's because I'm holding it so tight. It's a little trick I learned; your tongue is trapped. Can you see, Mrs. Bledsoe? This is great. Ok, Mr. Bledsoe, I'm going to get off the couch and onto the carpet. You just need to follow me with your head so that my muscles don't rip your tongue out of your mouth. Ready, slowly, slowly, that's it. "Now we're on the floor on our hands and knees with you right behind me. We're like a choo-choo train. Your car is connected to my car with your tongue and we're going to take a trip around the living room. Mrs. Bledsoe will be the passenger; she will ride on your back. Ok, all aboard. That's it, Mrs. Bledsoe. It's a good thing you're so petite except for those big breasts. I'm sure that's why Mr. Bledsoe was attracted to you. "OK, the train is slowly leaving the station. Keep up, Mr. Bledsoe, or your tongue and mouth are going to be pulled apart. My ass muscles are holding onto your tongue pretty tight. As I move forward, push your face as hard as you can into my ass. That's it. Now we're going around the coffee table and picking up speed. Good job, Mr. Bledsoe. It feels almost like your entire head is up my ass. "We're on the home stretch back to the couch. OK, slower, slower, and stop. OK, I'm going to push out again, and you can pull your tongue out now Mr. Bledsoe. You were great, but we need to continue the search. "Mrs. Bledsoe, give Mr. Bledsoe a congratulatory kiss and stick your tongue into his mouth as far as it can go so the two of you can exchange juices from yourselves and from me. "Well, we've searched the room and we've searched me so there's only one place left to search. I think we'll start with Mrs. Bledsoe. Yes, I'm sure we're getting close to finding that pen and signing the papers, absolutely sure. "Good, Mrs. Bledsoe. You certainly have a beautiful ass, as soft and pretty and bouncy and round as your breasts. I see you've shaved yourself clean between the legs. It's so nice of you to do that for Mr. Bledsoe. I know it's not that comfortable, whether you use a razor or wax. I'm sure he appreciates it a lot and always tells you so. No? Well, he's a busy man, so maybe he sometimes forgets what you do for him. Refi "Now, lie down on the couch on your back, Mrs. Bledsoe, and get comfortable. I've put a large fluffy towel over the leather cushions to make it nicer for you. Mr. Bledsoe, follow me to the kitchen please. "OK, Mr. Bledsoe, here's the Crisco for you. I want you to use a lot of it because the more you use, the less painful and uncomfortable it will be for your wife. There are only two more things to remember. When we go back to the living room, I want you to follow my instructions to the letter until I blink twice. That will signal that I want you to do the exact opposite of what I tell you. When I blink twice again, you'll go back to doing what I say. And then another two blinks, and you'll do the opposite again. Got it? Good. Don't worry, I won't switch too many times, but keep an eye on me. "We're back, Mrs. Bledsoe. Have you ever done any yoga? You do it weekly. Wonderful, then this won't be any trouble for you, I'm sure. First, I lift your legs up. Yes, you certainly are limber. I'm pulling them back so your feet are both behind your head. Now lock them there for a moment. There, that looks great. Now I'm taking your right arm and laying it over your right leg, right behind your knee. Now push your arm down your side and reach under you and grab your thigh. Let's do the same with your left arm. "See what happens? You've got your legs pulled back and your arms are locking them in place. This pulls your rear off the bed and spreads your hairless oyster so Mr. Bledsoe has easier access to it. Have you ever used that position at home? No? Well, you're going to thank me because it really gives him deep penetration so I'm sure you'll both enjoy it. "Mr. Bledsoe, please stick your index finger into the Crisco and then insert it. See how easy it went in, Mrs. Bledsoe? Your position helps tremendously. Now, please get some more Crisco on two fingers and slowly insert them, Mr. Bledsoe, also easy. Let's try three. Three's as good as two. Move them in and out slowly. Let's spread that Crisco all over inside Mrs. Bledsoe so she's not feeling any discomfort. "OK, time for four. Easy as pie made with Crisco, isn't it? In and out slowly. A little deeper. Don't worry, your thumb sticking out to the side will keep you from going too deep. That's it. Slowly in and out. Good. "Now, instead of pushing in four parallel fingers like you've been doing, scrunch them together so they're more round and less flat. Good. Now tuck the thumb underneath them. You're hiding it away so the fingers go in and out just as easy. "Look at my eyes and listen, Mr. Bledsoe. I'm blinking. You're doing fine but maybe go a little slower. No, slower, not faster, Mr. Bledsoe. I don't think that's comfortable for your wife. Do you hear her? You may be enjoying this, but she's asking you to go slower, too. Please slow down. "You're going even faster now. Please listen to us. You need to go slower. No, you've speeded up even more. Be careful not to push while you're going so fast. Your fingers are moving in and out of your wife so fast I can hardly see them. They seem to be pushing deeper, too. "Your wife is screaming for you to stop pushing. Can't you hear her? Slow down and stop pushing. Mr. Bledsoe, look. Your entire hand just went into your wife and you're buried in her up to the wrist. Look at my eyes, Mr. Bledsoe. You need to stop. Stop! That's it, now you're listening. "Are you Ok, Mrs. Bledsoe? You seem to be shaking. We'll wait until you can stop your sobbing. Look me in the eyes, Mr. Bledsoe. I want you to keep your hand absolutely still. Don't move it around and whatever you do, don't spread it out inside Mrs. Bledsoe and wiggle your fingers. "It won't hurt her because of all the Crisco inside her but it will make her feel horrible. What are you doing? She says you're opening up your fingers and wiggling. No, don't do that. Stop right now and don't wiggle faster. Don't you see how she's squirming in agony? No, don't push deeper into her. No. "I don't think she can handle it. Stop. This is alarming. Look at my eyes. Stop right there. Good, you're listening to me now. Do you hear how she's panting and sobbing? Did you feel the pen inside her yet? No? I guess it's not there. "It will be easier to get your husband's hand out if you are on your stomach, Mrs. Bledsoe. Lift up your arms. Good, now your legs are released, Let's bring them back from your head, all the way down, slowly and carefully. Good, now roll over onto your stomach. Your husband will try to rotate his hand inside you in the direction of your roll. "That worked fine. Now get up on your hands and knees. Do you feel that your husband's hand and arm aren't so tightly wedged anymore? He's going to slowly pull out of you. That's it, Mr. Bledsoe. I see you looking at Mrs. Bledsoe's anus. I don't blame you. It's so round and beautiful, and as you're pulling your arm out of her vagina, it's opening the anus wider and wider. "Pay attention to me now, Mr. Bledsoe, and look at my eyes. When your hand gets close to coming out of her vagina make sure it's as narrow as possible. Don't make it into a fist because that makes it harder and more painful to pull out. You're close now. What are you doing? You've made a fist and it's preventing your hand from coming out. Can't you hear her screaming, Mr. Bledsoe? You're really tearing her apart with your fist as you pull out. It's slowing you down, too, but there, it finally popped out. "No, Mr. Bledsoe, don't push Crisco into her asshole. I know when you had your fist in her vagina, it made the anus open up a little, but what you're doing must hurt. No, no, don't put all five fingers in. She's in excruciating pain. Can't you see? Don't push, please. You're pushing and I see your fingers going into her anus bit by bit. Oh, my goodness, Mrs. Bledsoe. You just swallowed his hand with your anus, just like you did with your vagina. "Let's rest a minute. I guess you thought the pen was in there, Mr. Bledsoe. Is that it? No? Look at me, Mr. Bledsoe. I don't want you to do what you did before. Stop, don't expand your hand inside her ass. No finger wiggling. Stop! What are you doing? Mrs. Bledsoe is going crazy. No, don't push in further. Are you nuts? Don't try to get your arm up there. No! "Look at me, Mr. Bledsoe. Your arm is in halfway to the elbow. That's enough. Have you found that pen? No. Then it's time to abandon the search. Now remember, come out slowly. Look at me again and listen. "This time when your hand gets to her anus, be sure to make it as compact as possible and whatever you do, don't yank it out when it's halfway through, because that it will make her feel like you're ripping her guts out. "I see you're almost there. No! What are you doing? I told you not to make a fist. Why are you balling up your hand? OK, careful now. It's just about halfway out. Slowly. Oh no! What did you do? You ripped it out. Look at that hole you left. Yes, look at my eyes. Now put your face closer to the hole. Yes, it's so big that it covers your face from the forehead to the chin. Push your face in further and look around in there. Oops. Are you suffocating? OK, you can pull your head out now. Your face looks funny. It's coated with Crisco and some other stuff. "See how your wife's anus is slowly returning to normal? Everyone can relax now. I think I remembered where the pen is and we'll have you out of here in 10 minutes. You can put on your clothes, Mr. and Mrs. Bledsoe. "What's that, Mrs. Bledsoe? Why are you angry? It's all over. You've got your refi deal that you and your husband worked so hard for. All you need to do is sign. "What's that? You're not going to sign? Why? Because we haven't searched for my pen everywhere yet? Where else can we search? Oh, that's right. It might be hidden in that other place that the sun doesn't shine. I didn't think of that. You think we should search there before we sign the papers? You say you won't sign unless we search there first. Did you hear that, Mr. Bledsoe? "Did I hear you say to forget the rate drop because it's not worth it, Mr. Bledsoe? "Hold it, Mrs. Bledsoe. Don't do that to your husband. I think you hurt him when you slapped his face like that. Please stop. You're slapping so hard that his face is flipping from side to side. His cheeks are starting to get really red. That's right, Mr. Bledsoe, I can hear you. Mrs. Bledsoe, you need to stop, because you're going to that nice brunch and you don't want anyone to ask how his cheeks got so rosy. "No, don't do that. You've started on his butt cheeks. You say no one will see them. He's trying to crawl away, but you're following him. He's screaming at you, Mrs. Bledsoe. Please stop and talk to him. That's it. Let him catch his breath and listen to you. "I think he hears you telling him he's going to regret it if he doesn't let you look for the pen. I think he realizes you can inflict some real damage when you're this angry. He seems to be coming around. "That's it. Lead him to the towel on the couch where you were. Be careful, there's a lot of Crisco on the towel and it might get slippery. That's it. He's on his hands and knees. Oh, you don't need any direction from me, I see. You're scooping up Crisco with two fingers and pushing it inside him. I think that's more than enough. Ok, Ok, a few more scoops. "Well, it looks like you've got a mind of your own when it comes to looking for my pen. You're already pushing and pulling three fingers. Wait for a minute before you add the fourth. Don't be in such a hurry. Can't you hear him moaning in agony? You're laughing but it doesn't sound like a happy laugh. "OK, four fingers. No, I didn't say to tuck the thumb in yet, but it looks like it worked. Ok, now let's do this a little different from before, Mrs. Bledsoe. I want you to pretend like your hand is a hummingbird or maybe a vibrator. You're vibrating in and out so fast, nobody can see the hand. That's it. Now while you're vibrating, you're slowly pushing your hand in. "Maybe you'll relate more to a dentist's drill. It's vibrating superfast and then it slowly touches your tooth and pushes until the real pain begins. I see you like that. Your laugh is a lot more normal now. You're having a good time but from the sound of it, your husband isn't. "See how the vibration and gentle pushing are getting more and more of your hand in? You've passed the first knuckle and now you're almost over the second knuckle. Now comes the widest part with the second knuckle and the fat flesh below the thumb. Going, going...gone. You're in all the way to the wrist. "Stop a minute and smell the roses. Actually, that smell isn't like roses, is it? Wrinkle your nose and maybe some of it will be blocked off. Feel how your hand fits so snugly inside your husband. You're moving your head around the side to take a look at his face. You're smiling at him while he's making strange expressions. You're a naughty girl, aren't you? "Well, you couldn't wait to open your hand and start wiggling fingers, could you? I can tell from the way Mr. Bledsoe is squirming. And now I see you're starting to push into him. I don't know if that's a good idea, pulling out a little and then pushing back in a little further. Maybe it would be easier on him if you just pushed straight. Oh, I see. Ok, it seems to be working your way. There, you're in to the elbow. You want to go further? Well, on the Internet I've seen women push all the way to the shoulder inside men. I think that's because women have more slender arms than men. Oh, you're over the elbow. That really got a scream out of him. Good thing my home is so insulated. Slowly now. There, there, you're over the bicep and there, you're as far as you can go. How does it feel wearing your husband like a shoulder-length glove? "I have an idea. Lean over and I'll whisper something in your ear. What do you think of that? You're such a thoughtful wife, aren't you? You want your husband to get something out of this. Ok, now take your arm and move it to the side. His body will have to go with it and he'll lose his balance and slide down on the Crisco that's covering the towel. Good girl. Your arm inside of him manipulated him like a hand puppet and now he's on his back. "OK, don't move while I get these pillows behind him to prop him up in a sitting position. Well, you're not listening to me, are you? You're pulling out and pushing in while I'm doing that. I can see he's nearly out of his mind from the pain. Ok, he's in the right position, now let's see if you can give him some pleasure with his pain. "That's it, put your head down and suck him in. He's just a wet noodle so you've got a real challenge. You say you can suck a football inside out? Is that another reason he married you? Of course it is. "Wow! You're doing it. I hear him starting to pant and his body is moving forward toward your mouth. It's like he's almost forgotten that your arm is all the way inside him. I think he's about to come. Better stop now. "Good. Now let him get soft again. I see you've pulled your arm out all the way to the wrist. Look at that greasy stuff covering it. No, maybe it's better not to look at it. What are you doing now? Oh, you're making a fist and pulling it out and then pushing it back in. That must really hurt because his moans are louder and his thing is a little noodle again. "You're starting to suck him again. It's going up faster this time. You are really talented. Ok, be careful because he's ready to spurt. I think you let go just before he could release because he really moaned loudly. He really wants to come. Let's see if he's ready to participate next time. "Oooh, more in and out. He's crying now. His face is all splotchy from your sticking it into your anus. I can't tell whether he's crying from frustration because you won't let him have an orgasm or from the pain, maybe both. Ok, it's all soft again. "Now you're sucking it in and it's jumping up right away. You're bringing him closer and now you're sticking his hands in the Crisco and telling him to start pumping himself. He's not listening. He's trying to reach your head and push it back down onto him but you've backed away and he can't reach it. You keep telling him to start pumping himself but he's distracted because of your fist going in and out of him. "Too late, he's starting to droop again. And there goes your head, in go your cheeks, and up goes his tool again. That was fast. He's breathing heavily as you suck and go up and down with your head. He really screamed when you took your mouth away this time. You're closing his fingers around his tool and pumping it up and down a couple of times for him. Now you're letting go and his hand is falling off and reaching for your head. He is begging but he sees your mouth is not going to suck him anymore and it's up to him. "There, he's starting to pump. I see you're matching his pace with your fist and his body is twisting and trying to escape. He's screaming in agony even while I hear his breathing starting to speed up from the arousal of his hands. How can he come when he's in all that pain? "His hand is going faster now, and you're keeping up with his pace. He's panting now, between his screams, and I hear you panting, too, Mrs. Bledsoe. You must really be turned on because your face is all red. "Blast off! Wow, I don't think I've ever seen anything like that. He launched his sperm a mile in the air while you were pounding into him like a giant piston and that last scream was amazing. He's really exhausted now. See how he's slumped over? "Now roll him over again. Yes, you're right, Mrs. Bledsoe. It's a funny feeling when your arm is all the way up inside him, like he's a living puppet and you are the puppeteer. You say you liked the feeling and want to do this again? Well, that's up to you and your husband. Maybe you can work it out. I know some wives offer things to their husbands in return for other things. And some wives withhold things until they get what they want. Do you ever do that? You're way ahead of me, Mrs. Bledsoe. "Ok, time to remove your hand from his anus. I see you've made it into a fist again. I think I know what's coming. "You did it. That was one huge scream as you yanked it out of him. Now see that huge hole? You've got to push your face into it. It's only fair; he did it for you. Oh, my. Your head is a lot smaller than his and his hole is a lot larger than yours. You're going in over the forehead and under the chin. Your entire face up to your ears is inside his anus. Try to wiggle it around. Wow, you should have seen his expression. OK, now pull your face out. Wow, look at you. Well, maybe you shouldn't. "No, don't clean it off yet. I want you to sit down next to Mr. Bledsoe and give him a hug and a great big kiss. You're laughing hysterically, Mrs. Bledsoe. That's great. Ok, stick your tongue in deep and let's mix all those fluids from the last hour. Wonderful! Ok, you two lovebirds. It's off to the bathroom with you. There's a nice shower there and I've got clean towels waiting for you. I'll bring your clothes in so you can get dressed and be all spiffy for the luncheon." "That didn't take long. The two of you look as good as new. Look, I've found my pen, and we're ready to sign the papers. What a morning! I'm going to enjoy reliving it. And I'll give you a copy of the video, too. I'll even give you two separate disks, one of Mr. Bledsoe in action for Mrs. Bledsoe and the other of Mrs. Bledsoe for Mr. Bledsoe. I'm sure they will be a great comfort to each of you whenever you have a nasty argument. "Oh, you don't understand. Do you see over there and over there and up there and down over there? Those are video cameras. I always like to video my happy clients when we sign the papers so they have been running the whole time. I'm going to enjoy watching those videos, and as I said, you'll get a copy, too. "Don't worry, I'm not going to share them with anyone. No, the videos won't show up on those amateur porn sites. You enjoy them, too, I see, Mr. Bledsoe. That's where I got some of my ideas for today. Maybe Mrs. Bledsoe will want you to share some of them now because she might also get some great ideas. I see you nodding, Mrs. Bledsoe. "Well, I shouldn't say no one else will ever see them because I don't want to lie. It's up to you. I want to keep them strictly between us. But if I run across anyone who has business dealings with you after today, whether it's a bank teller or a barista or a waitress or a plumber or a car salesman, I'm going to ask some questions. I'm sure they'll tell me how nice and courteous you were and what a pleasure it was to deal with you and how well you tipped. And when they do, I'm going to laugh and tell them you weren't always that way. I'm sure you'll be so nice that they won't believe me. "But if they tell me that you were demanding, obnoxious and inconsiderate, I'm going to ask them if they'd like to come over here some night for coffee and to watch a special video that shows a different side of the two of you. Oh, say no more. I'm sure that will never happen. "Ok, sign right here and you're on your way to brunch. See, it didn't take long at all. You're now locked in to the rate drop. Congratulations!" Refill Kate The end of the year was the usual holiday madness. There were family obligations, illnesses, shopping, cooking and all of the other stuff that goes along with the end of the year. I'd love to be able to say that the end of 2012 was full of hot sex for me, but that just wasn't true. In fact, I barely got to see Clarence at all in December. There was just too much to do. That said, my sex drive was still redlining and Clarence sometimes gave me permission to masturbate when we couldn't get together and he knows I really need to focus and get stuff done. If I go more than even a couple of days I start getting kind of nutty. New years day I had things to do with the family, but I was already eager to see Clarence on the 2nd. He'd told me to come over in something sexy. I wore stilettos and a little red negligee with an overcoat to keep the neighbors from getting an eyeful and then I headed over to his place a little after lunch. I also knew that Clarence hadn't been in my ass for awhile and we both love to do anal, so I'd taken the precaution of doing a little cleaning back there before I went over. Clarence doesn't require it of me, but, well, no one likes that kind of surprise. He was dressed in jeans and a white tank top and those big black arms of his wrapped me up tight when I walked in the door. We broke into a bottle of wine and made out like teenagers for awhile. We hadn't seen each other since before Christmas and it was so good to be with him, to feel him, even to smell him. Don't you love that? The way a man's scent can just flip a switch inside you? Anyway, we made out for a bit, then he slipped his hands under my negligee, grabbed my ass cheeks, picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. We made out a little more while he slowly undressed me. Then...he led me to the bathroom. There was an enema kit out, one I hadn't seen before. I told him that I'd cleaned out before I came over. "Good, that's a good start." He had that mischievous gleam in his eye. He sat me down on the toilet while he set up the enema. He filled a pretty large bag full of warm water. He stood me up and had me bend over. Smearing a little lube on my asshole, he wasted no time and slid the tube straight up my ass. He pushed it up a little farther than I was used to. Then he had me lean over and into the tub. He hooked the enema bag up to the shower curtain. "You ready?" I nodded and smiled at him. He undressed then, and stepped into the tub and squatted down on the opposite edge so that his cock was near my mouth. "When I release the valve, you start sucking my dick." I nodded again, my mouth salivating with anticipation. Clarence turned the valve and I felt the warm water start to flow out into me, deep up in my gut. At the same time, I reached up and pulled Clarence's cock into my mouth and rolled my tongue all over the head, lifted his shaft and sucked on his balls. He started to get hard quickly and I could tell it had been a few days since he'd gotten off. I was excited to make him cum. I began to move my mouth up and down on his shaft, taking in three or four inches and then letting it slide out. The water kept coming and soon I could feel my belly starting to swell a bit. I wasn't sure how much he was putting in there, but it was fast approaching the most I'd ever had, which to be fair, probably wasn't that much. His cock was now totally hard. "I'm gonna fill that ass up tonight, girl," he said as he rubbed my back slowly. I kept sucking him as best I could, but his angle and mine were now sort of making it tough. Plus, the water in my gut was becoming more than just distracting. Finally, Clarence switched off the valve and slowly pulled the tube from my ass. "Stay there." He got up and left me there, bent over the tub. He came back just a minute later with a leg spreader and ankle cuffs. He attached them to me where I was. Even just spreading my legs like that, I could feel my body want to start purging the water. Thankfully, the spreader was set to the narrowest setting. Once I was all hooked up, he got me up and over to the toilet, where he had me sit down. "Don't let go of a single drop of that till I tell you." I nodded, focusing on trying to relax at the same time I was keeping a conscious control over my sphincter. Then, while I was sitting on the toilet, Clarence grabbed the spreader bar and lifted it up slowly, causing me to slide forward a bit on the toilet and lean back against the tank. I bent at the knee a little and now my knees were almost even with my head. "What are you doing?" I was totally thrown off. Clarence produced a small butt plug with a wide base. As he pushed it into me, I felt a little water dribble out of me and into the toilet. Clarence was on his knees now, one hand holding up the spreader bar, the other holding in the butt plug. "Now I want you to cum for me. I want you to rub that pussy for me and get off. But don't let this toy come out or any water." If you weren't there, you might think that would be easy. Yeah, I was a little worked up in general, but I'd never even tried masturbating with an enema bag full of water in me. Plus sitting on the toilet isn't really the sexiest or most comfortable position. I reached in between my legs and started rubbing my clit though, determined to give Clarence what he wanted. I closed my eyes, I tried to not think about the water, to relax. I was at it for a few minutes and although I'd gotten myself a little revved up, I still hadn't cum. Clarence must have realized I was having a hard time, because he leaned in and that oh so sexy fucking voice of his was so close. "I know that little pussy is all wet thinking about my fat black dick filling that ass up. I know you've got an ass full of water. I know you want to cum. But I also know that you need to think about what you want even more than that." "I don't want anything more than that," I said with closed eyes, still rubbing my pussy. "Don't lie to me, girl. I know you better than you do. I know you love my dick. I know you'd do anything for me. Normally, you'd be cumming all over the place by now. But you need to dig deeper to cum this time. You need to get down deep and think about what you really want." "What's that?" I was rubbing hard now, wanting to be able to cum so bad, yet not able to get there. "You want to be whored out again. The way Wes did you. Oh yeah, Wes. You might not have liked him or some of the shit he did, but don't you fucking lie to me and tell me he had to twist your arm when it came to him selling your pussy. You liked that shit, didn't you?" I didn't answer. "You liked seein' them niggas look at you and get hard. You liked seein' those dicks between your legs. You liked getting' them off. Say it." I nodded. "Truth is, you'd do it again, wouldn't you? Hell, you want me to straight up pimp you, don't you?" I bit my lip, my eyes still closed, my fingers working over my cunt furiously. "Say it. Say you want to be my whore." My eyes flew open. I was going to cum. I kept rubbing. He must have seen it too because he started pushing on the butt plug, massaging it around. It was like reaching the top of a roller coaster and knowing you're going to go down the other side. Clarence suddenly pulled the plug from me and said, "Let that water out!" I was cumming and purging at the same time and my body went berserk on me. Hard spurts of hot water shot out of my ass at the same time waves of orgasm were shooting through my pussy. One hand shot to the counter and the other to Clarence's arm, trying to steady myself. The water kept coming and my brain was reeling. Clarence used his leverage with the leg spreader to pin me in place, otherwise I would have slid right off the toilet. He finally lowered the spreader as I started to calm down and then left me on the toilet to finish vacating the water. When I'd finished, I was still sitting on the toilet with the leg spreader still attached so I called out to Clarence in the other room. "I'm all good!" When he came back, I expected him to unhook me. Instead, he leaned me over the tub and said, "Refill." I was kind of shocked by this for two reasons. One, I'd never had three enemas in one day. Two, I found myself mildly excited by the prospect. I waited patiently for him to fill up the bottle again. This time, he didn't put as much water in and when he was done, he didn't insert the tube up quite as far. And this time I relaxed into it as the warm rush of water filled up my gut. When it was empty, he unhooked the leg spreader and got me into the shower. He undressed and got in with me. "Don't let a single drop out," he said as he got me to squat down and suck on him. I was amazed out how quickly he got hard. I'd only had him in my mouth for maybe a minute when he stepped out of the shower and came back with a bottle of lube. "Turn around. Put your hands on the wall. Don't take em off. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of that pretty white ass of yours." Was I understanding him right? He was going to fuck me with the enema water still in me? I did as he said, turning around and putting my palms against the front shower wall. I heard the lube squirt and a second later his cock was sliding between my cheeks. After the butt plug and the lube from the enemas, my ass was stretched a little, but it still took a second for him to get his head past my clenched up ass. I couldn't find a way to let him without letting the water out. "Come on, girl. Give it to me. Don't fight it. I'm gonna bury this shit in you. Give it to me." My stomach muscles were all clenched and my jaw was clamped shut in concentration. "Just push it in. Do it." Clarence grabbed my hips and pulled back on me as he thrusted forward and this time he did get by and his cock slid halfway up my ass. "Oh holy fuck, that's big!" I went from holding my breath to heaving. He pushed his big body up against me. I could see his bent legs flexing so that he could get low enough to fuck me. I stood up on my tip toes to give him some height. Clarence pushed forward again and I felt my eyes roll back as that fat black weapon of his sank all the way into me. There was a strange sensation this time though as the water that was still in me was sort of pumped deeper into me. It was a dizzying feeling of fullness. He held still inside me for a minute, allowing me to adjust and steady myself. Then he started fucking me. Slowly at first and then building to a steady rhythm. I could feel water leaking out of me a little each time he pulled back, his cock head acting like a plunger. It ran down my thighs and dripped onto the tub. But it was also dissolving the lube a bit and the friction was already starting to build. Then he picked up speed, pumping into me harder. I could feel all that warm water sloshing around inside me. The memory of my last orgasm sprang back into my mind. Clarence was pushing against me hard enough that my tits pressed against the shower wall and it was startlingly cold. My nipples ached against it. "Oh shit, I think I'm gonna cum again." I could feel a big one building in me. Clarence just kept that same fast, even rhythm. Pumping that beautiful black dick of his in and out of my ass. When I came, I started squirting water. It didn't matter that his dick was still in me. I just pushed right around it. It wasn't much really, but it felt like a gallon. My knees shook and he held me tightly while I came. Then he slowly eased out of me. "Turn around and get on your knees." I did and was surprised to see that there wasn't a trace of anal sex anywhere on him or me. He thrust his dick at my mouth and I opened up, still kind of grimacing at the idea of sucking a dick that had just been in my ass, no matter how clean. But the only taste on him was a little bit of the lube. In just a few seconds he said, "Start pushing out anything you got left in you. I want to hear it squirting out yo ass when I cum." I pushed hard and felt a spray of warm water shoot down at the drain, which my butt was now over. I reached up and cupped those fat black balls of his with one hand and pushed again with my ass. There was something really intimate about the whole thing. Don't get me wrong. I'm not the kind of girl who can take a shit in front of another person. But letting that water out of my ass at the same time Clarence came in my mouth felt...well, it felt 'whole body'. Like all of me was involved with all of him. Very intimate. I swallowed every drop of his cum and we cleaned up and headed back to the couch. That's where he had two more surprises for me. First, was that there was going to be a play party soon and Aaron was going to be there. For those of you that don't remember or didn't read In Spades, Aaron was the super handsome, incredibly hung guy that I played with in my first gangbang in Mobile. I made happy squealing noises at that news and Clarence laughed. "Yeah, he remembers you too. I think he wants a piece of that white ass again." I blushed. The next surprise though was a little different. "Johnny and Jessica are going to be at the party." I had very mixed feelings about that. Neither Johnny nor Clarence had asked us to play together, but still. I wasn't sure I was ready to be in the same house with my daughter while we're both fucking. Or in the same room. Yikes! Refill, Please Damn him. Damn him, damn him. He always does this to me. He's so thoughtless, so inconsiderate. Wouldn't you know I would marry the one man in the world who never refills anything? Even though he knows it is the one sure-fire thing to set me off, he can't seem to remember that. Monday, he put an empty milk carton back in the fridge. Wednesday, he took my car in for work and didn't refill the gas tank. And now it's Thursday. I have an early meeting and he has drunk an entire pot of coffee and just left a few drops in the bottom of the pot. He knows how much I need my coffee in the morning. I pick up the empty pot and head upstairs. Yes, its glass, yes, there may be blood, a fight and possibly a trip to the hospital, but I want him to understand the depth of my anger. Halfway up the stairs, I hear him shower running and he's singing the song I hate most in the world, one he knows irritates me: "Numbers," by Bobby Bare. The most sexist song in the world is coming out of my husband's mouth as I walk toward the bathroom, intending to throw a glass coffeepot at him. The bathroom door is open, but the steam is still rolling out of the shower and fogging the mirror, and I can see the redness in my face. I raise my right hand, which holds the coffeepot, and with my left, I jerk open the shower curtain. His head is thrown back, he's singing to the ceiling, and the shower spray is hitting him just below the breastbone. His left hand is on the shower wall, and his right is rapidly stroking his hugely erect cock. His eyes slowly open as he turns his head toward me, and his stroking slows down, but doesn't stop. He gives me a slow, evil smile as he turns toward me and says, "I see you found the empty pot." I stand still, arm upraised, for a full ten seconds. Usually, when I see my husband's naked body, the lights are dim, and we're preparing to make love. Coming upon him like this, with other thoughts than sex on my mind, catches me unaware. I'd forgotten what a beautiful man he is. No, that's not right. I haven't forgotten. I had just not given it much thought in a while. We both work long hours, we have lots of friends and family, and I just have not spent a lot of time contemplating it. He's heavier than when I first met him, but not fat. When we met, he was a boy. He's filled out, become more substantial. It suits him and makes him even more handsome than he was as a boy.....manlier. I lower the coffee pot to the sink as I feel the humidity in the bathroom travel to my nether parts. OK, let's be honest: The dampness in my panties is not coming from the steam; it's coming from the big hard man in the shower. Perhaps it is because it is such a surprise, but seeing him naked and hard and so very clean has aroused me powerfully. I can feel my nipples poking through the silk robe, and wetness is oozing over my thighs. I untie my robe as he continues to smile at me, and the robe drops to the floor, caressing my breasts and ass on its slithery way down. I return his smile as we stare at each other, and I step into the shower, closing the curtain as I do. He begins to chuckle, and I put my hands on his chest, loving the way his sound vibrates through his skin. He gives a full, hearty laugh and I put my lips on his throat to feel the sensations. He's a studio singer, and I always love to kiss his neck and throat as he sings, to absorb by osmosis the rich beautiful sound. He's still fondling himself as I stand in front of him and I can feel his hardness on my stomach, his hand occasionally caressing my stomach on his upstroke. I bend my knees and begin to move down his body, kissing his chest, feeling his heart through my lips. I stop at his nipples, which have always been a sensitive place for him. I take his left nipple in my lips, and pinch it between them. I can feel his heart speed up, and I rub his other one with my hand, pinching it and rolling it with my fingers. He draws in a deep breath, and places both his hands on my ass, rubbing and squeezing, his fingers pressing into me. I pull away from him and kneel down in the shower in front of him. I am at perfect eye-level with his big heavy balls. They look so tempting, so wet and full. I dart out my tongue and just barely trace the skin over them, touching lightly, which I know he loves. I can hear his breathing change and know that this is going to be a great morning. I take one in my mouth, the entire thing inside my lips and swirl my tongue over it, using my thumbs to caress and press on the inside of his thighs. I look up to sneak a peak at my handsome husband and his head is thrown back again, ragged breaths coming from his lovely mouth. I pull away from that one and suck on the other as he begins to stroke himself again, looking down at me, smiling at the way I make him feel. I stare back at him, trying to smile, but it's lopsided and misshapen because I still have his testicle in my lips. As he strokes, I begin to become envious of his hand. He's rubbing himself, tracing the veins with his fingers, softly patting the big spongy head. THAT's what I want, that's what I love. The ridge on the back of that gorgeous dick is my particular favorite. Mostly because of the way it feels when he's inside of me, but also because when I run my tongue and lips over it, his knees shake. I'm determined to make his knees shake this morning, to make him as weak as he made me when I first spied him earlier. I raise my body up a little and remove his hand away from himself. He groans as I take him inside my mouth, sliding all of him inside my throat. Feeling the veins and ridges scrape along my tongue and the soft skin of my throat makes the wetness flood out of me, dripping down my thighs, joining the water from the shower. I can feel my clit harden and swell while I bob my head up and down on his big dick. Besides loving my husband, I've always had a powerful desire for him, and today is no different. Just feeling his reaction to my sucking makes me hot for him. Knowing that I am pleasing him, that I am making him happy thrills me, makes me want to make him crazy with pleasure, as he always does for me. I pull away from him, taking him out of my mouth, running my tongue over the length of him, tracing that beautiful ridge with my tongue, licking his veins and finally have only his head in my mouth. It feels so big and soft against my tongue, and I keep it inside my mouth. I run my tongue around it, swirling, wrapping it in my lips as I suck hard on him. Feeling his big softness in my mouth makes me leak from both ends, as my mouth waters as much as my pussy is. I move closer to him, wanting to feel him against my body. My breasts rest on his thighs, my sensitive nipples becoming more sensitive as the hair on his thighs tickle and press against them, as I continue to suck on him. I start to suck hard on him, stroking him with my right hand and roll his balls with my left. The sensations are almost overwhelming for me, as I feel his huge cock in my mouth, the veins against my palm, his heavy balls in my fingers, my nipples on his legs, and the water cascading over me. Everything feels so good I know I won't be able to keep it up for long. I want what he has filling my mouth to be buried deep inside of me, as only he can do. I want to wrap my pussy around him and scream out loud as he pounds into me. He is gasping for breath as he takes himself out of my mouth. "Wait," he puffs, "Wait, slow down. Stand up. Stand up for a minute." I stand, taking my time, staying close to him. As I rise, my nipples drag the length of his body, scraping over his hairy thighs, his penis between my breasts, and on up, over his stomach and chest. I'm so aroused, my nipples so sensitive that just the act of standing up and rubbing his body against makes me weak. "Put your hand on my shoulder," he says. "Put your foot on the edge of the tub. I want to lick you." Being an accommodating wife, I do as he tells me, my knees already shaking in anticipation of his hot wet tongue against and inside of me. I know that I won't be able to hold out, I need to cum very soon. As soon as I feel his tongue on my thighs, I begin to shake. He laughs, and buries his face inside my thighs, but doesn't lick, only rubs his nose against my clit. I can feel his laughter vibrating against my responsive nub, and I start to moan, squeezing his shoulder and feeling my orgasm build. He moves his head back and forth, rubbing his nose over my clitoris, and pokes out his tongue, lining the entrance of my vagina, but not sticking his tongue in. He knows what I'm feeling and loves to tease me, but I can't take teasing right now. I'm so close, so close to the edge. I want to cum so badly, and I'm so close. It's cruel of him to make me wait. I begin to moan and pant as my hips start to rock of their own volition. "Please," I moan. "Please lick me, please. Make me cum, please, please." He begins some hard-core licking on my clit, long, hard swipes. He rubs his tongue over me in great sweeps, never leaving my clit. His hot soft tongue sends me over the edge. As I begin to cum in earnest, he grasps my bucking hips, to hold me still so he can continue to lick me, as I scream and moan and writhe in his hands. I grab the shower curtain with my left hand and pop off some of the shower curtain rings. We don't even notice, because I am screaming and cumming so hard. I continue to convulse with my orgasm, and he pulls his face away from me and sits on the edge of the tub, straddling. He speaks in a rush, breathless, giving me the only orders he knows I would never refuse to follow. "Come on. Sit on me and ride. Hurry, hurry." I face him and put my left foot outside the tub on the rug, for traction. My right foot, still in the shower, slips on the slippery floor of the tub, and I fall on him, taking him all at once, all of him inside of me, completely, deeply. My still-throbbing clit rubs against him as he enters me, sending more waves through my body. Neither of us speaks as we stare at each other and pant, not moving, only feeling the fullness inside of me. He puts his hands on my waist and squeezes as I raise myself, then drop down, again taking his full length inside of me. I can feel his knees shaking as he leans forward and begins to tongue my ear, moaning into my ear. He's speaking to me, his words so slurred; it seems as if he's been drinking. "Ride me, baby. Ride me hard. Slam down onto me, make me cum hard. Go. Go. Go." I raise and lower myself on him rapidly, loving the way he feels inside me. I raise myself high, until his head almost pulls out of me, feeling his veins and ridges scraping against my soft tight wetness. He's squeezing my waist so hard I know I'll have bruises, but I love it. I love the thought that two days from now, I will be able to look down and see those prints, and know that I got those marks making my husband scream with pleasure. I'm riding him like a piston, up and down, hard, rhythmically. My breasts rub against his face each time I raise and lower myself. Every time I take his full length, my clit rubs against his pelvic bone, and I feel my body start to shudder again. As my orgasm takes full hold of me, he grunts and pushes me all the way down on him, grinding my clit against him and he jerks, lifting his hips high, as he pushes me down onto him. I feel my pussy muscles squeezing his so-hard cock, as he's straining into me, his face contorting with his own orgasm, which he lowers to my shoulder, biting my shoulder and screaming against me. We cum together, both of us grunting and groaning, as we grind against one another. As our orgasms subside, we look at each other and laugh weakly. He smiles as he pinches my nipples. "You know, baby, I may leave some things empty, but I always refill you, don't I?"