1 comments/ 3229 views/ 2 favorites The New Day By: TheTropicsOfDesire This is the beginning of a narrative based on how my Wife and I feel our morning could go. Enjoy! =Part 1= The pillow molded itself to the contour of her neck. The blanket seemed alive as her feet rubbed against themselves. She brought the sole of her foot up to her calve and traced it back down. The fabric made some friction, the heat was nice, but the sound was much more soothing. It was rhythmic and subtle. It was something she could focus on, instead of the roaring fight for sound pollution. In one corner her dog, and the other her husband. She could hear the boxing bell ring, and she could picture the two of them sitting opposite each other in the ring, snoring to see who's the loudest. It'd have to be one for the judges, it was too close to call. The snow continued to fall. Her eyes fluttered from flake to flake, as they danced in the light of the street lamp. It shined into the window, and bounced half-hazardly around the room. She slithered her arm across his chest and under his bedsheets. Grabbing his shoulder, she gently suggested for him to roll toward her. Maybe if he was on his side he'd quit snoring. Without words, she pulled at his heaving chest. And, to her delight, he began to move. He breathed in deep as he settled back down. They faced one another. Combing the hair on his head to one side, he began to smile. There was little doubt that he was still asleep. Still, he reacted to the touch. The smile softened his breath. The back of his head faced the window. The light reached out and kissed her face. It shown just a fraction of her beauty and he was greeted with a wonderful sight. They smiled a good morning. Their lips touched. His cold hand found her side and pulled her in. They retreated from each other as slow as they embraced. The cotton of her top wasn't enough to keep the cold from his touch. Soon enough goosebumps traveled across her skin. It was static type of feeling, almost delayed. She didn't shiver until he let go of her and rolled back over. It would stay dark for some time. The tilt of the earth made sure of that, and the clouds helped to conceal the evidence. He clasped the window drape and pulled it toward the center. It blocked the light, and soon the sudden shadow turned to a soft purple-like glow. His thoughts were groggy. And, as he turned back over to hold his wife, she had already slipped from the bed and padded across the room to switch off an alarm. Knowing they woke before it gave them both hope for a good day. Most days were good, but today was already shaping to be great. He watched her thighs rub against each other, as she came padding back to bed. It was a soft landing, and again she was back in his arms. She felt his erection, but ignored it. It wasn't hard enough for him to react. But, not unlike every other morning did it grow to life. He adjusted himself, being sure not to spook his Wife. He's always had this philosophy that if she wanted him that she could have him. Recently that has changed. They've both given reason to rethink their bedroom habits. It would all be for the better, but right now they felt as if in high school again. The insecurities played on their sexual awareness. It was stimulating and he enjoyed it, but she was a little more hesitant. He knew he had to be calm about it, but he didn't know if he could control himself. His index moved like a pawn, and he made the first move. Just touching her wrist, he went to gauge her reaction. She seemed unphased. But then, he realized that she might not have noticed. So, his middle finger followed and the tips circled around the back of her hand. She let his thumb cling to her palm. It wasn't the reaction he hoped for, but he had something to work with. The two shared a dance. Flirting back and forth as if like a hunter and his prey. The urges he had followed her deep into the woods of her mind. He sought to bring her out, not as a trophy to the world, but to remind himself that he could still hunt. She pranced about like a playful animal. She teased him just enough to egg him further into his needs. She knew not he own. She asked him, nights before, to help her unlock the desires within her. A warrior spirit ignited inside of him. His hard-on rested patiently at her core. The thick pre-cum lined itself among her pubic hair. His length kept his pelvis from smashing into hers. But, their feet rubbed, and he began to kiss her. It was deep, and passionate. He seemed to have a plan. She relaxed a little more. He rolled her onto her back. Then, he rolled her again, facing away from him. She wasn't confused, but she wondered at what was next. His strong arms reached around and hugged her tight. She tried to focus on his body against hers, but all she could feel was how her ass and thighs seemed to swallow his dick. She playfully pushed into him. He skillfully pushed back into her. No penetration yet, he didn't allow it. She frowned a bit. She settled back onto his arm. While his freehand roamed the landscape of her body. It sent thrills pulsing through her. Finally did his hand reach her mound. She was sort of wet, and ready, but he knew he could do better. Like striking a match, he moved swift across her hair and into her core. She felt his finger dart at her cunt, and find her lips. He reached deeper. She sighed with some relief. Then her body tensed and she closed her legs. His hand was still inside. Squirming about, but knowing exactly what to touch. He fingered her. After some time squashing sounds echoed the room. Then, after more time, so did her breath. She bit into his arm. He took that as a good sign, and he grabbed her tight. He wasn't hard now. She felt him on the back of her leg. She wondered if he jizzed already. But, realized that it was her own juices that dripped down. She smiled in delight, reached back and grabbed his handle. The New Desk We'd been flirting all day at your workout class, in fact I'm quite certain you'd noticed me looking at you right on the first day. I couldn't keep my eyes off you today though, especially as you were doing your stretches on the bar at the back of the room – your firm, tanned leg raised up high on the bar, the tiny white shorts stretched tight around your cute rear in such a way that the fabric was bunched up tight against your crotch. You wore a light green top which accentuated your smooth, brown skin, your breasts looking so perky against the soft material. You figured it was safe to take me up on my offer to fix your computer for you – after all, how long is a girl supposed to go without her DSL, right?. By the time we get to your place, we're both still a little sweaty. Just climbing up the stairs behind you, I can feel myself getting aroused as your long, legs ascend the stairs and I can see the beads of sweat on the back of your thighs. My eyes travel down from the top of your sweat-stained shorts, down the curve of your perfectly shaped buttocks, to the enticing soft flesh of your inner thighs. Your top is tight and accentuates the roundness of your breasts. Inside your room, I notice your nipples clearly jutting out from under your top. God it's so tempting to just reach a hand out and squeeze them hard. We're talking about your computer as you show me what the problem is; all the while my attention is elsewhere. Taking a deep breath, I can almost smell your sex. Suddenly I notice you're waiting on me to respond and I haven't said a word for a few seconds, what seems like minutes now. "What, are you just staring at my breasts and not listening to me?" Shit. I pause for a second before replying. "No, you're right, that's exactly what I'm doing. I just can't resist!" I blurt out. "Really? So what are you thinking now?" your lips slowly turning into a smile. That's when I grab you by your waist pulling you to me, my mouth on yours. My hands are quickly under your top, pulling the still-wet material over your stomach. Your breasts are now exposed, the rush of cold air turning the nipples even harder as you let out a light moan. You feel my mouth take one nipple and suckle it gently at first, then biting roughly as I scratch your back with my nails as I draw them down from your shoulders. My hand reaching under your shorts, I smile to myself as I confirm what I'd thought at the class - that you weren't wearing anything under. I yank your shorts down to your thighs as you gasp at my forcefulness, my fingers already between your hard thighs and rubbing against your hot sex which is now so wet against my touch. You can't believe how turned on you are by my hurried, rough hands. Your hands are busy while I touch you, my hard sweaty cock now between your slender fingers as you pull the foreskin back and forth, the smell of my cock is strong as you kneel and take me in the mouth. You hungrily suck on me while cupping my smooth, shaved balls, your fingers running between my thighs and ass, nails clawing into my cheeks as you push your face into my crotch to take me in and out, really deep. You gag, not expecting me to start thrusting into your mouth and you steady yourself by holding my hips. You feel me pulling you off my cock as I raise you up on your desk, your legs now spread as I move in between them. I grab your left ankle and place it against my shoulder as you watch my thick, uncut cock disappear between your pink, wet lips. You almost cum when I start pounding into you hard, my hands gripping your hair tight while my tongue is in your mouth, probing and tasting my own saltiness. With each stroke in and out we both begin to moan loudly as I feel your mounting climax, my cock wet and slippery from your juices. You can feel my balls slap against you hard while your body convulses into a strong orgasm. My fingers are running over your nipples, pinching and biting them while I draw myself out of you. With my fingers, I spread your wetness down your thighs and in between, while pushing you further back onto the table. You wonder what I'm doing but then gasp immediately as you feel my wet cock inch its way into your ass. It's so wet that in a few slow strokes I'm able to ease myself fully into your ass. Over my loud moans and my cock sliding faster in and out, you don't even realize that you've had two of your fingers deep in your cunt, and you cum again as I release myself into your tight hole, the overflow of cum dribbling down onto your new desk.. The New Dom Alex stopped to survey the five women bound before him. The one on the left was locked in a doggy style spreader, face down on the floor with her hands trapped near her feet, genitals on display in the air behind her. He couldn't see her face but her light brown her was tied in a ponytail, available to hold while riding her. Bruises, dark but not fresh, covered her ass, made by hand, he would guess. Outwardly, Alex remained stoic, the calm, controlled dom viewing the wares. Inwardly, his stomach roiled in disgust at what was done here, and, more than that, what he'd have to do next. The next woman was tied spread eagle, face up, on a bench. Her head was lay back awkwardly toward the floor and her dark blond hair spilled freely to the floor. She had nipple clamps on and there were read flogger marks on her breasts, down her belly and on her thighs. Years in the military and in the BDSM scene had instilled in him the facade that was currently keeping him alive. But nothing could prepare him for what he had to do now. He only prayed he would be able to. The next woman was standing tied up to a whipping post. She appeared to be the only one with any clothing - 5 inch black heels. She had short reddish brown hair and fresh whip marks down her back. Apparently she had been whipped today at her station, but hadn't brought a dom to completion yet. Alex steeled himself to his task. He'd have to pick one. He would fuck one of these women today, and again tomorrow, and again. He'd have to inflict real, believable pain to these women who didn't want it. He would make his body obey despite his mind and his stomach screaming no. Then he'd worry about living with himself afterwards. The next woman was in a bird cage, her arms hugging her legs to her chest. The cage ended in a dome at her neck, so that her body was trapped immobile but her head was free. It was a deceptively painless pose, but Alex knew that her entire body would be in agony by now. Her light blond hair was loose and fell around her face as she looked down. He didn't see any marks on her from here, but most likely they were there on her back or in other places he couldn't see. Alex's gaze drifted to the right, but slid back when he saw her head lift. Blue gray eyes gazed up at him restlessly, then focused on his face and widened slightly. He felt a zing down his spine when her eyes met his, as if she could see into his mind - who he was, and why he was here, but that was impossible. And he felt in himself a recognition of who she was, a spark of intelligence, of spirit that was so out of place in this dark place. He took in the rest of her features quickly, a straight nose, full pink lips, thin eye brows slightly darker than her light blond hair. She was beautiful, they usually were, but she was truly stunning. Even with no make up, features dulled from sleep and food deprivation, she drew him - and hardened him. Alex was used to make quick decisions and immediately walked towards her. The fact that she aroused him was important, it meant that he could actually complete this task and quickly. More than that, she would get to be released from the birdcage as soon as she serviced him, freeing her from the pain he knew she felt. That seemed important to him now. As he stepped in front of her, her eyes listed to her left. At first he thought it was fear or a show of submission, but then her eyes flickered up to his and back to the left. She was pointing. Then looked back, pleading. He looked to his right and saw the last woman bound in stocks. She lay on her back curled up, her arms and hands were locked between two pieces of wood in front of her. The effect was that her ass and pussy were exposed for fucking. He wasn't sure why the blond woman had directed him here. Like the rest of them, it would be an extremely painful position to hold for any length of time. She was the only one directly on the floor, which was hard and damp and dirty, maybe that was it. He walked up closer and looked into her face. She looked sick - she panted softly, her skin shiny with perspiration, her brown hair sticking to her face. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her eyes were half open, staring sightlessly with a feverish intensity. Shit. He knew what the blond woman meant when she directed him here. He was supposed to fuck this sick woman so that she could get up out of the stocks and returned to her cell. He didn't know how the blond woman knew that he would do what she voicelessly asked, but he would. Fuck. Everything in him - his mind, his body even his anemic honor, rebelled against doing this, but he would. He knelt on the cold floor in front of the sick woman. With steady hands - steady - he unzipped his pants and stroked himself to hardness. He rolled on a condom and squirted some lube on his cock. Bracing himself, he positioned at her pussy and entered slowly. Later he would have to put on a show, inflict pain and humiliation, but for now he would just be glad to get through this. He glanced over at the blond woman who was not looking down, not at him, but he knew she was aware of him. He allowed his gaze to flicker down her beautiful hair, slim arms and legs, the shadow of her breast visible from underneath her arm, long back down to the curve of her ass. He was disgusting, he knew, but he had a feeling she would accept his leering if she had a choice, if it would help him accomplish this. He closed his eyes and pumped steadily, keeping the image of soft curves and blue gray eyes in his mind. The cold on his knees, the wet sounds of his cock in this stranger's pussy, the untenable situation threatened to intrude, but he determinedly shut them out. Blue gray eyes, still pleading, but this time for him to fuck her and they weren't here they. They weren't even at his club, it was too similar, they were at his home in his bed, soft and white and clean. She was soft, and welcoming and sexy and free and ... his climax was quick and empty. His throat felt thick with self loathing. He was officially a rapist. The New Dress Last month I bought a new summer dress I thought was real pretty. It was black with thin shoulder straps and it had little flowers all over it and buttoned all the way up the front and rode about 6-inches above my knees. The only thing wrong with it was that it was slightly sheer. I haven't worn or owned slips in years and ended up having buying a black one for the dress. I wore the dress that Friday night out to dinner with my husband, Mike. He liked it, it was short but not too short and said I should wear it often. A couple weeks later I had the chance to wear it again. My husband's office was having a retirement party for the owner after 40 years in the business and his eldest son was taking over. Mike and I had been I a frisky mood playing grab ass around the house and yard all Saturday afternoon. I surprised him when wore just a thin white tank-top and my red string bikini underwear as I helped him wash the car in the driveway that afternoon, of course he just had to get my shirt wet so my tits would show through but then again, but then I was hoping he would. That evening, after my shower, when I got dressed, I purposely did not put on any underwear, except the slip. I was planning on teasing him all night. I'm glad it was a breezy night because it was so warm outside in the large backyard at the owner's house where the party/barbeque was held. The breeze made it bearable because that slip kept sticking to me. I told my husband about the slip sticking to me and he told me to just go to the bathroom and take it off. I told him I really couldn't do that because even since the dress was dark colored, the dress was so thin that people might be able to see though it. He asked me what I had on under it. I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek and said "nothing!" He smiled and placed his hands on hip and slowly slid it around saying it was naughty girl and he loved it when I dressed like this. I had never gone without underwear until my husband talked me into it a couple years after we were married. Now I seem to be doing more and more often, much to his pleasure and lately mine. It was around 9pm when we decided to leave. I had enough if that sticking slip and told my hubby that I needed to go to the little girls room before we left. I removed the slip and checked how much could be seen in the mirror. It wasn't to bad, but it was see-thru and decided I couldn't walk out like that in front of all my husbands' friends and co-workers. So I slipped the slip back up but left the straps down off my shoulders so I could slide it down easier when I got to the car. You should have seen Mike's face when I did a little shimmy dance in front of him and the slip fell to my ankles. I picked it up and tossed it to him. He smiled and walked up to me and kissed me as he grabbed my ass and squeezed. I love having my ass squeezed and he knows it. As he rubbed my ass, he said he loved it when I went commando and wished I would do it more often. I told him I would consider it if he treated me like this every time I did it. He stepped back and told me to turn around slowly. I did and he said as dark as it was he couldn't see anything though the dress. After we got in the car, I noticed we weren't heading for home and asked were he was going. He smiled and said to 'Roxanne's'. Roxanne's is a nice bar and dance club across town. We've been there a couple times and have enjoyed ourselves. I knew what his answer would be when I as asked if he wanted me to go in like this. I'm not much of an exhibitionist but I have done a little bit. I've worn some very short dresses knowing I would be flashing my panties when I danced with him and he loved it. The sex was always great when we got home. That is one reason I enjoy showing off for him once in awhile, THE SEX! I had hardly ever gone braless or intentionally showed my panties or tits before we married. But in the five years we've been married, I have found myself beginning to enjoy the looks from the unknown men. Mike started by getting me to go out braless for him before we were married. I liked the way it turned him on and I enjoyed getting him excited. Plus I like him playing with my tits and being braless made it easier. He liked to see my nipples hard and often pinched my nipples in public, which I secretly enjoyed him doing. He finally got me to wear my thin white t-shirts braless in public, which I quickly found out I enjoyed. My nipples got so hard when I seen some guy noticing my lack of a bra and my nipples showing though the shirt. I now often go out braless, with Mike and by myself. He got me wearing thinner and thinner shirts out in public braless and I enjoyed it. I knew people could see the dark circles of my aureola through the shirt and I enjoyed the double takes and stares I got. It always got me worked up and I usually ended up screwing Mike as soon as we got home, or and I ended up masturbating when I got home when Mike wasn't there. If he was he got attacked. I bought myself a sheer black blouse on the spur of the moment one day and a short black flare skirt to go with it one day. When I got home I modeled it, braless of course for Mike. He loved it of course. Mike talked me into wearing it out Saturday night. A person could easily see both my breast through the shirt. I wore that shirt, the short black skirt and white bikini panties that night. Mike asked me to wear the white panties because it would make my ass more noticeable when he spun me around on the dance floor. I had a lot of fun that night. That was as closest to being topless in public I have even been. I also enjoyed knowing people were seeing my panties as we danced. I know Mike enjoyed it because he had a hard-on all night. I know because I had my hands rubbing that bulge all night, well he started it by groping my tits in public. Oh my, I discovered just how much I liked it when people watched him as he fondled my tits in public that night. He then got me wearing shorter and shorter dresses. Letting people see my panties became another fun thing to do. A couple months ago, Mike brought home a deep plunge shiny sequin halter dress that just covered my ass. He gave me that dress and a pair black g-string panties one Friday night and took me to 'Roxanne's. Mike made sure a lot of people seen my bare ass by pulling up the dress as we danced. Whenever I sat down I made sure to keep my legs spread a bit, as per Mike's request, so people could see my little g-string covered crotch. By the time we left for home I was very horny and forced him in the backseat of our car in the parking lot of 'Roxanne's where we had our first taste of public sex. I'm hoping for a repeat session tonight and much more public sex during the rest of our marriage. But tonight as Mike drove towards 'Roxanne's, I secretly unbuttoned 5 buttons at the bottom of my dress and a couple at the top. This left 6 or 7 buttons still buttoned up. I was getting excited at the thought of possibly exposing my shaved pussy while dancing. Nobody but Mike has seen my pussy, this will be a new first for me, and I am not at all turned off at the idea. Just the opposite, I am getting excited at the prospect of letting strangers seeing my pussy. I hadn't even considered letting someone see my pussy in public before but now I am actually looking forward to it. I can feel the wetness between my legs already! Once we got there and got out of the car, Mike notices the adjustments to my dress. I look down and see that it is unbuttoned to the bottom of my crotch. I ask Mike if it is too much. He looks down and ask if I really want to show that much. I look down again and say, "Yea, I think I really do. I just hope you don't get mad at me if I show to much." He kissed me and said he couldn't get mad at me even if I got naked. I told him, "I don't think I'll get naked, but I might get close. But if I do end up getting naked, be sure to get my dress. I don't want to lose it." Well, I did get naked; the dress 'accidentally' (cough, cough) came unbuttoned as we danced. Every few minutes either Mike or I would undo another button on my dress, then we would unbutton a button on his shirt, until it was completely unbuttoned and just hanging off my shoulders. I danced that way for about 15 minutes until I was asked to leave. I could feel wetness from the orgasm I had while dancing bare chest to bare chest with Mike on the dance floor, it running down my legs as we left. As I turn to leave, I shrugged my shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor. I walked out proud and happy wearing nothing but a smile and white sandals. Mike had my dress in his hands and the backdoor of our car open as I got there. He climbed in pulling his pants down as I arrived. I simply climbed in, straddled him and impaled myself on his 7 inches of wonderfully hard cock, not even thinking of closing the door. All I wanted was a good fucking and I didn't care if anyone or everyone watched. I remained naked until the next day. I now found I love being naked in public. I have a feeling this dress is going to see a lot of use. Mike and I are planning to wear it out in broad daylight, without the slip! We just haven't figured out where yet. But I know I want to and am going to. I also want to wear it out one day by myself, maybe out grocery shopping. There are a few cute bag boys I'd like to showoff to. I go to this grocery store near my house at least once a week and they already seem to fight over who gets to take my groceries out to the car. I love to wear a thin little top that my nipples show through whenever I go just to tease the boys. Right now I'm getting ready to go get a few things and am going to wear an almost sheer halter-top and my short black flare skirt and no panties. I have enjoyed letting the poor boys see my panties a few times already as I bent over in some of my shorter skirts and dresses to put my groceries in the car. This will be the first time wearing such a short skirt in pubic pantyless and I am looking forward to it. Mike has brought out the exhibitionist slut in me and I like it! I can't wait till I bent over to put groceries in the car and see the bag-boys' face when he sees the promise land instead of my panties. I'm getting wet now just thinking about it. I think that after I put groceries away and take care of myself and after Mike get home from work. I will get him to take me dressed, as I am to get some new shoes. I'm sure Mike will enjoy seeing the shoe salesman get a good look up under my short skirt at my bald pussy. I've read stories of women doing this and now I want to try it. I'm even thinking of touching myself as the salesman watches. Last night I ordered a couple of tiny 'Wicked Weasel' bikinis online. I can't wait until they get here so I can model them for Mike. And I am sure he will want to take me to the beach as soon as he can. I think I will enjoy being almost naked in public. I just hope Mike's heart can take it when I get the little suits wet and they become transparent in public. I've also read about clothing optional resorts around the U.S. and am thinking about asking Mike if we could go visit one while we are on vacation in Florida this summer. Just thinking of running around naked all day outside in the sun sounds like fun.