0 comments/ 12960 views/ 3 favorites His Imaginings Ch. 01 By: Tangledskein He awoke as he did on many occasions in the dead of night, for what reason he couldn't say. He never could. The house as expected at that time was quiet and dark. It creaked and groaned as an old house did, as if talking to him, but all appeared well. Without moving, he cast his eyes upon the glowing red diodes of the clock on his bed-side chest of drawers, they smirked the time of 01:30 at him, God he'd only been asleep for two hours, what the hell...? Why he couldn't just sleep right through to the morning like normal people do was completely beyond him. His eyes began to drift closed again as he tried to settle back into his, what must be said, erotic dream. He always seemed to leave his dreams just as they were getting to the good part. He tried to recall exactly where he was as he willed his unconscious state back to that place. His wife, Natasha, stirred in her sleep and he felt her knee nestle against the small of his back. At least she appeared to be having little problems sleeping! He concentrated again, 'now where was I?' What seemed like only seconds later, and he was awake again. Or had he even been asleep? He wasn't sure. Glancing at the clock confirmed that only 15 minutes had elapsed, so perhaps he had drifted off, but why the hell was he awake again? Not only that, he felt more awake now than last time. 'Oh come on!' he screamed in silent frustration, 'fifteen minutes, FIFTEEN MINUTES!' He rolled onto his back wondering whether he should get up and walk around for a bit, that usually worked? But Natasha's knee was across his hip now and the last thing he wanted to do was wake her as well. From out of the gloomy darkness his wife murmured. Perhaps he had already disturbed her? He pondered on his next attempt to sleep when she murmured again. She quite often did this, it wasn't talking in her sleep, though she often did that too, and it wasn't snoring, but it was a half-way house between the two. Despite his annoyance at himself, he smiled at her, envious at how easy she made sleep look. He closed his eyes again and waited for Morpheus. A minute passed in silence and then he suddenly became aware of a rhythmic movement. He thought at first that it was his heart beating, but the movement was not in time with that and concentrating he was able to separate out the two distinct movements. He listened but heard nothing, 'Perhaps it was his wife's heart beat, if it was it was a bit erratic?' He dismissed the thought and put it to one side to be considered no more that night...Natasha quietly whimpered. Sean's ears pricked up instantly. It was a sound that any red blooded male would know instantly. And yes he knew it was made whilst she was asleep, but did it mean that she too was having an erotic dream? For the sound was dripping in sexual overtones. It sounded like she was a little turned on and was moaning in her excitement. The rhythmic movement continued and his level of arousal started to rise. 'Perhaps the unexplained movement was his wife simulating copulation?' He listened further, realising that he hadn't taken a breath for a while. As he waited he noticed that his cock was already at full attention, and were he able to see in the darkness, he was in no doubt that it was making a pretty good facsimile of a tent out of the bed clothes. Natasha moaned again, long, soft and low. That moan too was undoubtedly a moan of arousal or even lust. Sean's cock pulsed. 'She's having one hell of an erotic dream' he thought. 'I wonder if I'm in it or is she with someone else?' he felt a tinge of jealousy at that thought and considered it best to believe it was him that was arousing his wife in her dreams and maybe even at this moment entering her moist cavern. It appeared suddenly that the movement within the bed had taken on a new force, greater urgency and was now more noticeable. He smiled thinking that his dream self was probably forcing his attentions upon his wife, harder and faster and that is what explained it. He could definitely feel her thigh rocking upon his hip as her dream fucking took over. But in the next moment his breath was taken from him, his mouth became as dry as a long distance runner's; he thought he heard a wet sucking sound, it was a sound he knew and one that nearly had him coming. A new thought had popped into his head along with that sound, if it was what he thought it was? He immediately dismissed it though, it can't have been that? The thought was pure fantasy, his personal fantasy, so it was more likely that he was hearing things or even convincing himself of something that hadn't happened. Maybe he was still dreaming? Unconsciously both of his hands were on his large cock, gripping it fiercely as he thought about the times that he had come close to fulfilling that fantasy, although he had not explained it to his wife in any detail, she was aware of the nature of what he wanted. However it was something that he knew she would never be comfortable with. That fantasy was of his wife playing with herself whilst he watched. She was just not that kind of woman. She, up until him, had never sampled the delights of sex in any way, and that included masturbation. She always considered sex to be something that should be shared, rather than the selfish gratification that was the net result of masturbating. She loved sex, but it was always on her terms. Sean had often attempted to get Natasha to play with herself whilst he watched, and on a few occasions she had begrudgingly agreed, but it was obvious that she was not truly enjoying the experience and this would dampen her ardour and his too, thus defeating the whole object. Natasha always said "she preferred his hands and fingers to her own," something that left him disappointed but pleased at the same time. The only time that he had been successful and to this day Natasha was not fully aware of the extent that he had gone to, to get that success, was on his Birthday a year ago. They had both decided that it was time for a treat; they would go out for a meal. He had said that it was quite a posh restaurant so they should both dress up a bit. This was more of a ploy to get her into his favourite lingerie than anything else really and he knew that his wife would not disappoint, she never did. Furthermore being the kind of guy that he was, one that liked erotic pictures and video of his wife, something she was equally uncomfortable with; he felt that it was time to do something for himself. It was his Birthday after all, 'why shouldn't I treat myself?' he voiced. The only doubt in his mind was that it might be overstepping personal boundaries, but he liked to think that married people shouldn't have any personal boundaries as long as no harm was intended by either party. Sean set up a video camera in their bedroom. He wanted to film his wife as she got herself ready for the evening. She preferred not to be overtly naked in front of him so their lovemaking would often be done under the cover of darkness as well as under the covers! Of course they had made love elsewhere but that had usually been as the mood took them and there was not always the opportunity to remove all clothing when that mood struck. Natasha was not happy/confident with her body shape and that was why she preferred him not to see her completely exposed. "What woman is ever happy with their shape or size or weight?" he had said to her on one occasion where he was trying to take some video of them making love and she was having none of it. "The important thing surely is that I am happy? More than happy if the truth be known. I think you have a cracking figure, the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen with lovely large nipples, I love your hips, your tiny flat waist, your long legs and your face; what is not to like there? I'm telling you there is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. And if we cannot show our true selves to each other, then there is truly something missing in this relationship." He did not want to upset her, and he did not want to make her think he was saying these things just so that he would get her commitment to making the erotic video. Truth told, he was not quite sure where his motive was coming from himself? But ultimately he had said the right thing on that occasion as she smiled more and more as she listened to him; he was obviously saying just what she wanted to hear. However the video was still unsuccessful as it appeared forced rather than natural, like a very bad porno and his wife had not been as excited as she usually was. He just had to find a way of ridding her of those inhibitions, or as he was thinking now, do something that she was not aware of. 'Covert ops' he called it, ways to video Natasha and take her picture without her knowing. This he already knew would heighten his level of arousal as he always had had voyeuristic tendencies anyway. And if Natasha didn't know then she couldn't get upset or tense about it and the whole thing would look more natural, which is what he was after. Of course there was still the obstacle of getting her to play with herself, but he would think on that one later. He waited until she was taking a bath before doing the set-up. He placed the camera in the corner of their bedroom and made sure that it was zoomed into the corner that Natasha was most likely to dress in, that with the full length mirror. He checked that the camera was level and that the picture was artistically framed. He also checked that her lingerie draw was in shot as it was the thought of her dressing up for him that really got him going. The sound on the microphone was turned right up to pick up every noise. If she dressed anywhere else then this would be a waste of time as the camera would not pick it up, but he wanted a close up so took the gamble. With the whole thought of what he was doing running through his head he realised he was fully aroused by this. It was sexy, erotic, naughty and non-consensual all at the same time. This made his loins react all the more. He couldn't wait to watch the video at a later stage and knew that he would probably use it as an aid to masturbation; as he did with all of the videos he had taken to date. He had been married for five years now and he could number on two hands the number of times that Natasha had dressed in front of him, and even then would unconsciously turn her back whilst loading her breasts into her bra or slipping on her panties. Happy that the camera angle was right and as bright sunlight still piled into the room making it bright, warm and inviting he knew there would be more than sufficient light for making good picture quality on his high definition, semi-professional device. He set the motion sensor to on so that it would activate as soon as she passed within range, carefully disguised it so that it would not be apparent unless you were really looking for it; then he slipped away to the shower room to take his shower. As he washed thoughts of the night ran through his head, to the extent that he had an erection throughout the entire wash. Of course he was taking some things for granted here. His hope was that right now Natasha was finishing drying herself in full view of the camera and would then be dressing in some very sexy lingerie. The reality could of course be that she was dressing in practical but smart trousers, and her lingerie in that case would be panties that were equally practical and didn't provide a visible panty line. Either way both would be a turn off for him. He liked it when his wife dressed specifically for him; he liked women to look feminine and didn't like them wearing trousers and formless tops. Ok if sexy wasn't practical, but being a man he had to admit he couldn't think when sexy wasn't ever the most practical way for a woman to dress! Yes, he'd go with sexy every time... But he had to put those thoughts to one side and think of the other steps to his planned evening, but even so, looking down at himself it was evident that those recent thoughts had diminished his ardour to the extent that it had almost disappeared. How would he control the situation so that it went the way her wanted. Natasha had this knack for disrupting his plans, it always appeared that it was unintentional, but he was beginning to think that she read his mind and knew exactly what he was planning and if she didn't agree with it, well she would thwart it somehow. How was he going to do the intimate type of filming he wanted without her being aware and clamming up? Should he go for something outside, or more controlled like in the bedroom? He knew from experience that Natasha liked nothing better than being taken from behind whilst spread-eagled across a warm car bonnet. That sort of thing made her orgasms quick, intense and very often loud. For a girl that appeared as inhibited in front of him as Natasha did, he often found this to be a contradiction. Tonight however, he wanted to go for the more controlled environment of the bedroom. But he had to make sure that she had no idea, he didn't want her excitement to decrease because of his sexual leanings. How would he get those detailed shots, how would he stop the camera from being intrusive? As he towelled himself down he pondered. Of course he could always get her drunk so that she wouldn't care, but he wanted her to enjoy the process and to look like she was enjoying the process. It was important to the whole impact of the video. It must appear that they were both enjoying what they were doing; this is where he had failed to date. He settled on a plan that made him feel happy that he was not overstepping things too much and got himself ready. He looked a little like a mafia boss when he was done but knew that his wife would appreciate the tight trousers that went with the suit and went to see where his wife was at. His Imaginings Ch. 02 Respecting her idiosyncrasies he knocked on the bedroom door saying "you nearly done darling?" She responded with a laugh, "Well, perfection usually takes time, but yes, nearly done." "Great, I'll wait in the lounge." "K, honey." God it felt like he was on a first date! Perhaps they should do this more often, it was good for the both of them. His cock was already making a mess of the cut of his trousers. With them being so tight it was very evident too. He tried sitting down but felt that he was breaking his erection in two, so walked up and down trying to think of something else other than his wife. He heard the "click, click" of stilettos on the hard wooden floor outside their bedroom and turned to face his wife as she entered the room. She walked into the lounge smiling and with a flourish of spinning dress said, "Will I do? I'm not too overdressed am I?" "I..." Sean whistled, "Wow you look great." He appraised his wife; the hunger in his eyes was apparent to her and made her smile all the more deeply. She wore a summer dress that was buttoned down the front and had that peasant girl lacy effect at the hem. A wide belt accentuated her small flat stomach, wide hips and bust showing off the hour-glass shape of her body to perfection. The hem of the dress was just above the knee, buttons ran from the bottom to the top at the front. He felt perhaps one or two too many buttons where fastened at the chest, though in compensation, Natasha had left quite a few undone on the skirt portion of the dress which gave him enticing glimpses of leg when she twirled. Her legs were covered in silk, which he really hoped would be stockings and not tights. Her stilettos were a cream colour that blended well with the overall tone of her legs and looked like they were extensions rather than shoes. Their six inch heels elongated her legs further and shaped them to perfection; all in all she looked fabulous as always and was currently living up to his expectations. "You will definitely do, yes!" Sean said, trying desperately to make and keep eye contact but failing miserably. "Er hum," Natasha said, "when you've quite finished eyeing the goods, shall we go?" "I think we better had, hadn't we...?" Grabbing coats and keys, he opened the front door and ushered her through. Quickly he moved to the car door and did likewise, waving her into the seat with a flourish. His ulterior motive however didn't quite pay off, he was greeted by an expanse of shapely, silky white thigh as his wife graciously slid into their little sports car, but not enough to reveal whether she was wearing stockings or not. In fact it almost suggested to him that she wasn't. As she smiled at him in thanks, he was wearing a frown. "Are you ok?" she said as if reading his thoughts again. "Sure thing!" Sean responded, nipping round to the driver's side and slipping in to the seat. He started the engine, buckled in and sped off. The drive went quickly; they chatted easily, about nothing in particular, content in their own company. Before long Sean drew up into the parking area of the "Moody Mare" restaurant and stopped the car; slipping his seat belt quickly so that he could again open the door for Natasha. She was just touching up her lipstick so he waited for her to finish before offering his hand. Again he was treated to a lovely enticing glimpse of pale thigh, and again he was denied the answer to his question. He often found that Natasha would confound in this way, whether she did it intentionally was another matter. Either way seeing her legs part and the skirt fall open as far as the first secured button immediately had his motor running. A she stood, he pressed her up against the car, squeezing her in his strong arms and kissing her passionately. Natasha responded with a low moan and ground her hips into him, the warmth of her body and the pressure causing his cock to throb in its excitement. "Ohh," she said as she pulled away from the kiss, unable to stop herself looking down at the bulge in his trousers. She was biting the corner of her mouth. He smiled at her and said, "Come on, we had better get something to eat, some food that is!" He had booked a specific table that he knew from previous visits was a little more secluded and away from the bulk of other diners. At the same time the tabled allowed them to sit side by side rather than facing each other, this he felt was more intimate too. He wanted his wife all to himself tonight, and was not willing to share. He waited at the table until she had slipped her lovely curvy bum into the seat before he then sat down. "My, we are being the gentleman tonight." Natasha said in appreciation. "Thank you for noticing, though I would like to think that I am always the gentleman." Sean responded. Natasha smiled, "Me-thinks he's after something?" "Well I..." Sean responded taking the bate and being more that a little taken aback by her openness, when she said, "Good, so am I!" All Sean could do was smile. He knew if he spoke his voice would crack and he would let her know just how aroused he was. Suddenly he had lost all appetite for food. "Now then," Natasha said picking up the menu, "What shall I have to eat, nothing too heavy I think," she smiled knowing that he was watching her. As she pondered on the menu he looked at his wife in more detail. She was a real piece of class. She always knew the right clothes to wear for any occasion and seemed to have his measure completely in regards to what lingerie he preferred her to wear. Her dark shoulder-length hair fell onto her shoulders in loose curls and glistened with health and vitality. She had coloured it an autumn red some time ago and he could still see this tint in the low lighting of the restaurant. Her deep blue eyes had blue eyeliner and a heavy lid of long black lashes. She had subtly applied make up to her eyelids with complimenting shades and had a small amount of blusher on her cheeks. Natasha certainly knew how to look good. He continued his appraisal taking in the smell of "Opium" his favourite perfume as he looked at the silhouette of her breast. He smiled as he easily made out the slight bump on the upturn of the breast which could only be an erect nipple. Moving down to her stomach he applauded at how she sat with a straight back, legs together but not crossed and then his heart skipped a beat. Her dress had parted, by her design or by luck he didn't know and had fallen either side of her lithe legs at about mid-thigh. Just where the first secured button held the dress together he thought he could finally see what he wanted to see, the filigreed white lacy top of a stocking. His arousal grew as he tried to subtly gain a better look without attracting her attention, but he was interrupted in that quest by a slight cough and his wife saying, "Hey mister, are you checking me out again?" As she said this, his eyes fell upon her ruby red lips, which always appeared to be smiling and right now looked extremely kissable. "Urm, yes," he said, "Guilty as charged." If he couldn't see what she was wearing he thought, perhaps he could feel? He casually and gently slipped a hand between her hard thighs, but before he could ride his hand up she clamped it tight. "Hey, that's as far as you go! Now choose something to eat." "I already have," he responded "and it's not on the menu! It is however succulent and moist and deliciously tasty." She smiled knowing exactly what he meant but pretending not too. He found this infuriating about his wife, she just didn't seem to play the game the way she should. "Well, I'm going for the duck," she said, "I love roast duck." The waiter took the order and left. Sean poured the wine with his left hand as his right was still clamped between Natasha's silken thighs and whilst the waiter was there he had felt her tensing and releasing the pressure between them. He put her white wine back into the ice bucket and picked up his warmed red pouring that into his glass. Then he picked up his glass and held it towards Natasha. "Here's to a healthy happy life and many more Birthdays to come." Natasha raised her glass and chinked his, then leaned in for another kiss. It was deep and passionate, her tongue forcing its way passed his lips and into his mouth to wrestle with his. She moaned quietly and pulled away saying in a very breathy voice, "Happy Birthday darling. I hope you enjoy unwrapping your presents later and better still, playing with them." Her smile was the embodiment of wickedness and he was sure that she had meant the double entendre, but then again he could equally be reading her wrong. He seemed to do this more often than not. Rather than pursuing it, he just said, "I'm sure I will". "I'm just going to check on my lipstick before the food comes," she said standing and releasing his hand at the same time. "Ok," he said, "I'll keep things warm for you." She smiled over her shoulder and disappeared. He quickly put his hand into his pocket and under the cover of the table, popped out one of the blue pills from its wrapper. He broke it in half in the hopes that it would help it dissolve quicker and dropped it into her drink. He was pleased that the bubbly wine quickly reduced the pill down to nothing as he would have some explaining to do if it hadn't. He topped up her glass just so that it moved any possible sediment. Then he popped out another pill and slipped it into his mouth, taking a gulp of wine to wash it down. He knew from past experience that too much alcohol would have an adverse effect on the Viagra, but he was driving so would drink nothing more than this one glass anyway. What the effect would be on his wife however, was what he was most interested in. He took a quick sip of her wine just to make sure it hadn't tainted it when Natasha returned. "Hey that's mine, drink your own!" She laughed as she said it, then stole the glass from him and took a large gulp. He was pleased that he could not tell the difference and breathing a sigh of relief said "Just making sure it tastes ok, that's all." Natasha smiled at him and pecked him on the cheek, then proceeded to wipe the lipstick mark she had left away. The second part of his plan had been conducted successfully. The waiter returned with their food and fussed about the table. As he was doing this Natasha sat back down so close to Sean that she almost landed in his lap. "Oh sorry darling," her voice intonation saying the reverse of the words spoken, "I do hope I haven't broken anything!" It was obvious this time what she was referring to and no doubting, but he elected not to play and instead said, "No, I'm good." The waiter had clattered away with the serving dishes as Natasha replied "Well I'm not so sure what I just felt is what "Good boys" have, more like naughty, naughty boys to me. I had no idea that you were that excited...about food?" She smirked at him and followed with "Let's hope that it is as moist and succulent as you wanted, though from what I've just seen, there is no doubt about that." Sean was dumfounded. Natasha was never this overtly sexual. She would always wait for him to take the lead and innuendo was certainly not her thing. Though she would often laugh at his quips she would rarely respond with any herself. It couldn't be the pill working as that wouldn't be for another hour, if it did anything for a woman anyway? On that note he checked her glass and noting it was nearly empty topped it up. 'Maybe,' he thought to himself, 'She was doing this just for him, because she thought it was what he wanted?' Certainly that was a possibility. He decided to let it lie and got on with eating his food. They chatted on through the meal and then went for a coffee rather than any heavy dessert. Both were more than aware now, that they wanted and needed each other and the food was just a distraction to the accomplishment of that. As soon as the coffee was served, Sean asked for the bill and quickly paid it. He was keen to get Natasha back home. He looked at his wife, she had an intense look in her eye but she appeared not to focus on anything as she held her coffee cup up to her lips. He noticed that her nipples were more prominent now and the pupil of her eye was large, dilated and strangely more attractive. She bit on her lip as she pondered on wherever or whatever she was thinking about. He slipped his hand back between her thighs, breaking her reverie and said, "Ready to go?" "Sure," she smiled. As they got to the car, he again let her in first, this time however, he was afforded the view that he wanted, Natasha appeared a trifle distracted and had not paid as much attention to the positioning of her dress as she slipped her lithe legs into the foot-well of the car. Or was this her intention, he didn't know? As her legs settled into the car, the wind caught her dress and flipped up one side throwing it back across her thighs revealing to him a stocking stop secured by a suspender. He loved the feel of silk on a woman's thighs; preferred that silk to be a classy pair of stockings with embroidered tops, rather than tights. But if asked what his preference would be, then he would have to say, stockings coupled with a suspender belt or corset type apparel, either or, he didn't mind. He just loved the way the stocking tops, and suspender straps framed the most erotic part of his wife's body, her pussy. Natasha was slow to capture the errant piece of material. She turned to Sean and smiled as she did it, he realised she knew exactly what she was doing and smiled back at her. She straightened out her errant dress but still left visible her stocking tops between her legs. She looked up at him as she said, "To the gallant, the spoils." He was sure that the whole thing had been orchestrated, even the wind, to have him at the peak of arousal for the whole journey home. In that she had succeeded! His Imaginings Ch. 03 The journey home was short and quiet, both parties thinking of the evening to come. Sean wanted more than ever to capture his wife on video, particularly as he now knew what lingerie she was wearing. It was just a question of how? For her part, Natasha looked flushed, her breasts heaved, her nipples were very visible through the thin material of the summer dress, and looked larger than ever before, maybe this was the Viagra kicking in? "You ok, did you enjoy the meal?" "Sure," she smiled back looking down at herself, "though not sure what is going on with these two?" She indicated her breasts. "What have you been doing to me?" "Why?" he said, a little worried that the game was up before it had even started. "Oh just feel a little hyper-sensitive, that's all." She smiled at him making Sean put his foot down to get home quicker. In no time they drew up outside their house. This time as he open the car door for her, he was rewarded with a kiss. "Thank you sir, for a very pleasant evening, so kind." She headed for the front door and waited. Once inside she said to him, "Grab us a brandy liqueur and meet me in the bedroom, I just want to freshen up and then grab your presents." She looked down at her chest as she said this smiling, as if indicating that one of his presents was right in front of him. Sean headed to the lounge and grabbed two drinks for them; took off his jacket and threw it over the chair and went off to the bedroom. He couldn't help himself from checking the video camera to see if it had taken any footage. It had! Twenty minutes worth of something? He felt that familiar burn start in his loins as the Viagra began to kick in, so sat down on the bed. His cock was already painfully hard, and he knew from experience that it would take some punishment before it would relinquish its current state. He never told his wife that he used this drug quite frequently. He was sure she didn't know he had any in the house. He had to admit he was very curious to know what the effect was going to be on her, other than the obvious flush to her skin and the rock hard nipples he had seen earlier. Natasha glided in with her arms full of presents and an aura of freshly applied "Opium". She put the presents on the bed and bent forward for a kiss. She smelled heavenly a mixed cocktail of scents; lipstick, hair products, perfume and maybe a pheromonal undertone. Her lips brushed his as she looked into his green eyes and whispered, "Happy," she kissed him again, "Birthday." Kiss. "Thank you," he responded, "I look forward to opening all of my presents." "Oh, I'm sure you do! Well, open this one first." She passed him quite a heavy square package. "I know that you will find many uses for this." He quickly unwrapped what was an HD video camera, with more features than you could shake a stick at! "WOW!" He said, "This looks great. The quality of picture that I can get from this should be amazing." "Yes and it should fit your tripod too." "Really?" He got up and fetched it from the cupboard in the corner of the room and, extending the legs he secured the camera to the top. The camera had a 1TB memory, large enough for long video capture and fantastic detail; he pointed it in their direction and sneakily switched it on. He proceeded to pretend he was checking it out, but in reality he was changing settings to ensure that it took the best possible picture. "This is great," he said sitting back down, happy that he had his wife fully covered in the shot, "I can't wait to check it out." To himself he thought 'Great, Natasha has just given me the solution to the third part of my "Covert Ops Plan" without me needing to try!' "I'm sure you'll get your chance to try it out soon," Natasha said with a knowing smile, "Now for your next present." For the next few minutes he opened his remaining presents, but could not keep his mind on what they were. "Oh, all gone," he suddenly commented, feigning disappointment. He looked at Natasha wondering what her next move was going to be. "Well, not all," Natasha responded. "You have one present left to open. But before I give you this present to unwrap, you must kneel on the floor there." She pointed to a spot immediately in front of her. He immediately did as e was bid; looking over his shoulder at the camera, making sure that he was not obscuring the view. The one in the corner was easily capturing the side view of his beautiful wife and with the new camera capturing her front he was more than pleased. Though he did have one doubt, 'Perhaps she does know I'm recording this?' Natasha now stood in front of Sean and said in a rather sultry/sexy voice. You may unwrap me now, for this is your last present." Her hands indicated her whole body with a flourish. "I hope that I do not disappoint?" Sean's mouth went dry; this is what he had been looking forward to all evening. "How could you disappoint me, "he looked up at her, "You are beautiful!" He placed his hands on each of her calves, thrilling at the touch as his fingertips glided over the silky material of her stockinged legs. As he slowly worked his hands upwards, his body tingled and the hairs rose at the back of his neck in his arousal. He was fully, painfully so, erect at this moment, and was sure that Natasha would be able to see that. He ran his hands up under the dress, eagerly wanting to get to that magical place where the stocking ended and met hot smooth flesh. He paused, enjoying the embroidered material of the stocking top, running his fingers along the delicate pattern like a blind man reading Braille. The suspender clip caught his finger tips as they moved onto the hotness that was Natasha's thigh, just slightly on the inner edge. Natasha moaned, "Uuummmmm... that is very nice, do you like what you're feeling? "Of course," he said without pause for thought, "What is not to like? You know you have combined two of my most favourite things in the entire world; your body and this lingerie?" As he talked he ran his hands across the taut suspender straps and around to the back of her thighs, then up further until a firm bum cheek was captured in each. He found no evidence of underwear and looked up at her smiling, "You naughty girl, you're not wearing any knickers! No wonder you didn't want me playing with you? You really have gone all out on this present haven't you?" He smiled at his own pun. Natasha looked down at him. Her chest was heaving and she looked very flushed. From this angle her breasts seemed to be topped with rather large pebbles; her nipples were that erect. "Well," she said in a rather breathy voice, "You must have asked me one or two...hundred times, to go without any panties. So whilst I was 'powdering my nose', I decided to remove them. I must say that sitting at the table, with my legs slightly apart, and the waiter standing right there, and me without any knickers on; well... what a turn on. I was so worried that I was making a mess of myself. I kept trying to concentrate on other things, and you putting your hand between my legs, definitely did nothing to help that situation. But I have to say, the whole experience has left me very aroused right now." "Wow," was his only response, wondering now whether she had worked out that he had slipped her a Viagra as well as the fact that he was secretly filming this? Distracted he moved his hands from where they were still cupping her bum. "Ohhh," Natasha complained. "I was enjoying that!" "You know, I was too." He placed his hands back on her calves and started the process again. "As my hands are busy, perhaps you would be good enough to unwrap my present for me? Starting at the top and working down please." He waited patiently, looking deeply into her cobalt blue eyes, as he played his hands across her thighs once more enjoying his fetish of silken legs. As his hands grasped her bum cheeks once more, he pulled his wife towards him, making her put a stilettoed leg either side of his kneeling thighs. He could smell her sexual musk and it was driving him ever closer to the edge. He was in serious danger of coming without even being touched; such was his level of arousal. And by the way that his wife's breathing was laboured; he figured it wouldn't be long for her either. "It is your Birthday after all," Natasha finally responded. "I will do anything that you want me to do." She said the last sentence with meaning. 'Did she really mean anything?' Sean thought, 'ummm.. I will have to give that a try.' He watched as Natasha slowly undid the first button at the top of the dress. She liked being in control of the situation, so this made her more than comfortable. His hands were back on her stockinged thighs squeezing them gently. As she undid the straining button between her breasts, she closed her eyes and murmured, "Ummmm..that's nice." Sean ran his hands up and down from the knee to the stocking top, reversing them so that he could slip them both up on the inside of her thighs. As his hands approached the lacy embroidery he could feel the heat emanating from her groin. "Oooohhh, uuuuumm." Natasha bit her lip as her fingers were forgotten and her unbuttoning had stopped on the fourth button between chest and stomach. "Carry on unwrapping." Sean jogged her from her enjoyment and the mounting passion that she was feeling. "Oh, sorry," she laughed, "I was getting carried away." "That was exactly my intention," he smirked back, "Now onto the next button please, I'm eager to see my present unwrapped." As the final two buttons were released by slightly shaky fingers, and with Natasha bending slightly to reach them, the dress parted immediately it was released, allowing Sean in this position to see her firm, large encapsulated breasts. Natasha looked into Sean's hungry eyes as if still needing his approval of how good she looked. He was transfixed. His cock was bursting, rampant and desperate to be released. He studied her breasts; the beautifully decorated bra that she wore presented them perfectly, creating a lovely cleavage effect that would attract any man's gaze. But for tonight, it was just for him. Natasha stood up straight as Sean peeled back her dress revealing his present in all of its glory. Immediately before him was her neatly trimmed pubic mound, he could smell her scent, the like of which was individual to all women. And his cock knew that smell and wanted to savour it too. It bounced in its eagerness to be released. Her genital hair was a lighter colour than that on her head. Natasha's labial lips protruded from the mons veneris; glistening wet in her excitement. Her mound, he thought, was beautifully framed by the stocking tops and suspender straps. Grasping both bum cheeks firmly, he pulled her towards him so that her clit was directly in front of his mouth. Slipping out his tongue he sampled her delights. Her clitoris was enormous, larger than he had ever seen before and was fully exposed from its hood. It looked vulnerable to assault and he decided to test that theory. The tip of his tongue had barely touched her nub of sexual nerve endings, when her legs started to tremble and she grasped hold of his shoulders for support. "OOOHHH, OOOHHHH, MY GOD, YES," Natasha screamed and panted at him, "OH GOD, ummm oh, oh...yes Sean, oh yes, just...uuuhh." Her whole body exploded in orgasm; quick, urgent, selfishly taken, but for Sean, it was as hot as hell. Natasha collapsed back onto the edge of the bed, her legs lightly apart. "Ohh, you... " she panted, "you naughty boy! What did you do? I don't think I have ever come that quickly before?" "It's all in the technique," he smiled back. As he knelt there between her slightly opened legs he studied this wonderful creature in all of her glory. Her dark hair fell upon alabaster shoulders, her summer dress having fallen down to her elbows. Her jutting breasts heaving as Natasha attempted to get back some sort of composure and control. She had no need for a push-up bra as her firm orbs were trying their hardest to break out of the restricting garment. Her flat stomach echoing the movements of her chest as it rose and fell. He loved the fact that she rarely removed the waist chain that he gave her for her Birthday and also loved the heart-shaped piercing at her belly button. Natasha's bum and thighs we rounded and heavenly shaped as God intended, firm, lithe and enticing. Her parted legs revealed the entrance to her pleasure centre; wet, glistening and swollen, demanding penetration. The nerve endings were obviously awake and ready for their sole purpose in life, that of accepting the stimulation and driving the brain wild with their feedback. His Imaginings Ch. 04 Her legs were covered in white stockings that were secured in place by a peach coloured suspender belt that matched her bra in its delicate embroidery and speckled with scarlet red roses. She looked stunning, sexy and raunchy and he needed to abuse her. "So," she finally panted, "Accepting that bit of self indulgence, for which I apologise; will I do?" "Well," he said minding his words, "so far so very, very good. Of course, presents are meant to be played with, so I'll let you know in a couple of hours!" "A couple of hours! You've gotta be kidding! The way I am at the moment, I'm not going to last a quarter of that!" "Umm, just hearing you say that is a turn on. So why do you think you won't last then?" He asked, pushing his luck. Natasha pointed down at his groin and the throbbing beast that lay there trying to break free from its lair of thin material. "Well seeing that thing for one thing, and having it thrust upon me a couple of times tonight, well it's disgusting," she feigned, "men shouldn't be allowed out in public with those rude things, they make a woman all unnecessary." Sean laughed. "I'm glad my little fella is having that effect on you." "Little is not what I would call that," she said with real feeling. "Anyway, it is my turn now." Natasha was still panting a little and her eyes looked hungry. "Stand and undress down to your tight boxers. Then I want you to turn away from me and when I say, I want you to remove your underwear and then turn around at my command, ok?" "Hey," Sean replied, "I thought it was my Birthday?" "Oooh I haven't stopped giving yet, don't you worry." "Well in that case ma'am, your wish is my command." With that Sean stood and unbuttoned his trousers. The release of pressure in his groin area actually helped him calm down a little and the action of undressing took his mind off of the nearness of his own orgasm. He removed his trousers and folding them put them on top of the wash basket. He stooped and removed his socks and put them on top. Then he started to undo his shirt. "I notice that we have had a bit of leakage there?" Natasha taunted him. "Getting a bit excited over something are we? And what is that you have in there, a torch?" She chuckled at her little joke. Sean responded with "I have no idea what you are talking about." But he did look down at his sizeable erection and note that there was a slight wet patch showing where the head of his cock was pressed into restraint by the elastic material of his boxers. He continued to undo the buttons on the shirt and eventually removed that too. "Well," Natasha looked him over, from his biceps to his pectorals, his abdominals to his penis; all was hard, large and perfectly formed. Sean was not overly muscular but had shaped his body to a place that he liked. He was fit and powerful, his muscularity a testament to that. "Ummmm," Natasha murmured, "I need to see you getting undressed more in the light I can see that. Sean you look really good, I knew how hard you were getting, and I don't mean him," she pointed at his cock, "But I had no idea just how hard... Turn around now please." "Ok, but not too long, I want to play with my present and looking at it is part of the fun." Sean faced the wall. He was not certain what the game was here but heard a small amount of movement behind him. Natasha panted at him, "OK take off your boxers, but don't turn around yet. As Sean removed his undergarment, he checked that the cameras were still running and their view was not blocked by him. He smiled, secure in the knowledge that whatever Natasha was doing was being captured. He stood and dropped his boxers on top of the shirt and waited. "Um, mmmm, you have a lovely bum; I just want to... ooohhh. You can turn around now, but slowly!" Sean's eight inch cock was slapping against his stomach. It was and had been fully erect for some time now. Filled with blood to the point of bursting, it was beyond rigid and was more like a scaffold pole. As he turned, his ears caught the slight wet slapping sound of a girl playing with herself, as any male would know from watching many a porno. Though this was no porno, this was his wife; a woman that openly admitted to him that she did not like the selfish act of masturbation and preferred sex to be a mutual affair. As he turned fully to face Natasha, he gasped. Her legs were fully spread; her right hand played slowly upon her clit, which looked even bigger than before as her wet finger tips roved around and over it. Her other hand was buried up to her engagement/wedding rings in her vagina and was pumping into her in a three fingered fuck. Her eyes were fixed upon his rock hard cock which was all of a sudden back to the same level of arousal it had recently been at and was fit to burst. "Oh God, look at the size of him, he is a monster! Just looking at him in that state and knowing it is because of me is a turn on. OOOooohh, GOddd." Her right hand now moved with more urgency, this looked real to Sean. All the times he had asked her to do this in the past had been awkward, restrained and any orgasm she appeared to have he believed at the time were probably fake and just a ploy for her to stop and move on to something that really turned her on. But this, this looked real. How could you fake a clit that size? How could you fake the amount of juice dripping from her plunging fingers? The slurping, wet sound of her sex? She was flushed and her chest heaved with the efforts of her enjoyment. No this was Natasha properly masturbating, masturbating for him, yes, but now it was for her too. With that thought in his head his cock wanted to release the come that had been building inside his balls all evening. It burned at the tip and throbbed uncontrollably. He felt his come rising along the shaft and desperately wanted to hold on but as some pre-come dribbled from the eye of the bulbous glands in front of Natasha's face her orgasm exploded, inevitably dragging him along with it. "Sean, OOoooooh Sean!" She screamed at him, "Oh I love your COCK, I love your come, oh do you like what I'm doing for you? Do you like me playing with myself? Uhhh huhhhh oh, ooooh, this is nice, look at your cock Sean, he is throbbing and soooo hard." Her fingers continued to fuck her pussy as she drew her face nearer to him. "I'm coming, I'm coming whilst... playing... with myself, oohh Sean this is sooo wrong, but feeeels, uummmmm, soooo gooood, oh, oh." Her tongue flicked out to capture the dew drop of pre-come and as she felt the warm sugary liquid on her tongue her body spasmed and clamping her legs together, she screamed her further pleasure. "OOOOHHHH MYYYY GODDDDD! Yes, yes oh Sean are you going to come for me...?" There was no way he could stop himself, grasping his cock at the base, he pointed it at Natasha's pouting face, her eyes were wide and watched intently as the first strong stream of his come hit her squarely on the cheek and splashed up into her left eye, this was followed quickly by another that caught her chin, ricocheting into her ear and hair, standing out in contrast as it dripped onto her shoulder. "Yes, yes, cover me with your spunk." Natasha was like a different animal. She was lusty and wanton, her inhibitions were gone and her drive for filthy raunchy sex with her husband was full on. 'Could the drug have had this effect he thought?' as he continued to pump the contents of his cock over his wife. Splash after hot splash spurted onto her neck, her face and her chest. And dribbles fell upon her clamped together, stockinged thighs. Her hand, still tightly rammed into her vagina was now still, but her vaginal muscles continued to contract upon the captured fingers. Sean's last shot of come hit Natasha between the breasts and ran down into the valley between. "Oh my god that was good" he said to Natasha. "You looked like you were really enjoying that. And, well you can see by the mess I've made that I enjoyed it a little too?" Natasha could hardly talk as her chest clamoured for breath. She released her hand and scooped his come from her face, feeding it into her mouth; she sucked on the combination of both sexual juices as she looked at him with sultry eyes. Then after another large scoop of his come said "I told...you that...I had not...finished, ohhh God... giving, didn't I? She smiled at him as she found more of his come to eat. "You taste delicious, I could eat your come all day long! I hope you have some more left?" Sean looked down at his cock, expecting it as usual to be fully deflated. He was surprised to see that it was still half hard and seeing his wife clear his come from her voluptuous curves and feed it into her mouth, was tipping the scales towards another full-blown erection. He looked to his left, hoping that one of the two cameras had caught him spurting his come all over Natasha. It looked like one, if not both of them had. He smiled and said to her, "Well it is my turn to play now." Walking round to her side of the bed, he retrieved the object that he had hidden there earlier in the day. It was time for part four of his plan; things could not be going any better. His wife's succulent pussy was going to be on full display to the cameras and would be a video that he would enjoy splicing together at some stage, his voyeuristic tendencies would also be satisfied this evening, he thought. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her back, stooping to undo the bra catch, he kissed her ear, sticking his tongue into it delighting at the goose bumps that immediately rose upon her body. "Umm that's nice," she moaned as he continued to peel the bra from her body removing her breasts from the tight confines of the undergarment. Once the heavy orbs were free, he hooked her under the arms and both pulled her towards him and pushed her back down onto the bed so that he could suck upon her very hard nipples. He alternated his attentions manipulating the breast he was not kissing, with his hand. Natasha raised her legs onto the bed, digging the stiletto heels into the mattress. Her thighs were parted half-way and Sean was pleased to see that the new camera was pointing directly at her vagina, which he knew must now be fully open and begging to be fucked. Natasha's left hand rested upon her thigh, still wet with her juices. Her right hand ran up the inside of his thigh as he stood over her and cupped his balls. Her hand ran across his testicles gently her fingers played with the dangling appendages that were close to her face. As Sean moved from one bright red pebble of a nipple to the other, Natasha whimpered in her enjoyment and sticking out her tongue licked along the centre line of his balls around to his cock. The phallus above her was in a state of semi turgidity. It had not fully deflated as she had seen her husband's cock do on many an occasion, once he had ejaculated. This time it was as if it refused to go down and from this angle it looked enormous. Natasha put it down to the fact that he had witnessed her masturbating and making his fantasy a reality. "Hello baby," she talked to his cock, bringing the still dripping head down to her hot mouth, "Does someone want mummy to play with them then?" Sean smiled and then moaned as she lightly pulled his foreskin back completely exposing the large head, and proceeded to shower it with kisses. Natasha ran her moist tongue along the length towards his balls and then sucked one into her mouth. She sucked on it hard before returning back along his length to the glans. "Ummm, he tastes yummy; I might just have to eat him." Natasha didn't wait for a reply before she devoured him. Sean had worked his way down to her flat stomach and was currently flicking his tongue around her navel ring; he gasped when his wife opened her hot mouth and sucked his semi-hard cock into it. It wasn't long before he felt her throat open to him and with a small amount of encouragement on his part in the nature of a gentle thrust; he was buried to the hilt in her mouth and throat. All he could hear were slurping sounds as she gave him another of her fantastic deep-throated blow jobs. Of all the girls he had been with, he had told Natasha that her blow jobs were the best. And considering that she had never sucked another man's cock before or since, this was a compliment indeed. He pushed himself up so that he could caress her legs and thighs as she sucked upon him God how he loved the feel of her legs in stockings; it was a very real fetish of his. Where he got it from he had no idea, but then so many other men had the same thing, so did it matter? Sean ran his right hand back over her flushed twin peaks, feeling the hardened nipples ripple across his fingers as they reacted to the delights of his caresses. Every now and then he would pinch one mercilessly, making his wife moan in pain/pleasure. Her red lipstick covered lips were tight upon his balls as she had taken all of his length, a length that now started to grow larger and harder. It was no wonder really; what she was doing to him was exquisite. He pinched her nipple again. She moaned as loudly as she could with a cock rammed down her throat, then withdrew saying, "Ooooh God he's getting big again, just look at the beast!" Sean looked down and at the same time squeezed her nipple again, she panted at him, "Not so hard!" But at the same time was giggling as she ran her hand over the slick wet erection before her eyes. "Sorry," he said, "But you get me so turned on!" "I know, I have the proof right here in my hand, Sean he looks huge from this angle; angry, hard and so very, very shiny!" Natasha planted a kiss upon the head of the large erection, and then fed it back into her mouth. Her oral manipulation was fast having its impact on his staying power and he could not resist thrusting forwards, fucking his wife in the throat as he held onto her knees, pushing her legs apart so that he could stare at her pussy. He was very quickly close to ejaculating for a second time, surprising him as he had only just released his load five minutes before. Natasha must have been aware, for she withdrew his cock from her mouth and ran her tongue fluidly down the length of the granite hard phallus above her face, mopping up her saliva and the pre-come that was again leaking from the head of the monster in her hands. As her tongue circled the head once more his come erupted forth with such force that it surprised the pair of them. He grasped hold of her knees tightly as he grunted in his satisfaction, "Yeah, pump it, lick it, let my come splash all over your tits." The first stream of his come had been interrupted in its flow by Natasha's tongue and had ricocheted into her mouth and across her chin, running down her neck and into her hair. She hungrily lapped at the contents in her mouth and lashed out her tongue for more, playing with his fraenum and heightening his orgasm. Natasha had made Sean well aware of her love for his sugary nectar; she had said it was like a drug to her, she needed to get a dose more than twice weekly or she would have withdrawal symptoms. Another shot of his come spurted forth, this time being uninterrupted, it reached her thigh, just where the stocking top was, the tail end not making it that far and laying like a ribbon from his cock across her chest. Another shot hit her on the breast with just about full force and splashed in two directions, hitting the other breast and running down towards her neck. Natasha wanked him furiously, wanting to get every ounce of his come out of his balls and onto her chest. The last few ejaculations were no more than dribbles, which she took straight into her mouth. Natasha was panting in her efforts and her excitement. "Oh my God, oh my God, you have covered me, you naughty boy. Just look what you have done!" But Sean was looking at her pussy as it contracted. He knew that his coming had brought her very close to orgasm herself. "What am I to do with all of this sticky come? Ummmm, it will certainly not be going to waste." His Imaginings Ch. 05 Sean's cock had lost nearly all of its vigour this time, but Natasha continued to hold it in her left hand, as if unwilling to give it up. With her right, she scooped up his come and fed it into her mouth, sucking off the contents and meowing like a cat with the cream. Sean slipped down between her thighs, licking the inside of one of them as he went. His target was that huge clitoris; he had never seen it this size before, in truth, Natasha rarely allowed them to make love in day-light or with the lights on if at night. So other than the feel of her most precious jewel, his viewing pleasure had been limited. Not now however, because he was filming every exquisite second of this beautiful woman's lust. His tongue lashed across her clitoral hood and found the target, immediately causing Natasha to jump. She was hyper-sensitive, that was a surety, and more so than normal. Sean's tongue ran along her vaginal cleft as his arms snaked around her thighs, he had recovered the toy that he wanted to use on her and lined in up on her open pussy. He did not want to spoil the moment for her, by inserting something that she would not want inside her, but since he bought this vibrator two years ago, they had only used it twice, and he felt that both times had not been the success he would have liked. The creamy coloured vibrator was 20cm long and had a smooth tip of about 6cm. The rest of the length was ridged. What he liked about it was when it was switched on it got warm and didn't shock with the cold hardness of something man-made and therefore felt a little more realistic. This toy also had a thrusting action as well as the usual vibrations, thrusting the top 6cm portion forwards by about 3-4cm. He had asked Natasha to use this toy on herself a number of times, but she had refused, so now she was going to get it whether she wanted to or not. It was his Birthday after all! Slipping his fingers into her hot, wet vagina, as his tongue manipulated her clit, caused several moans. "OOOHHH SEAN, oohhh yessss. Slowly, yes right there, ooh I love your fingers and your tongue!" Her vaginal walls contracted on his fingers and Natasha's hips started to thrust upwards, pushing her clitoris onto his tongue. He slipped his fingers out of her fanny and quickly pushed the head of the vibrator in. Natasha didn't seem to notice and continued to thrust, only with a little more urgency. "OOOOOhhhh, ummmmm, that's... Ohhh, that's nice. Oh yes!" Sean pushed the vibrator in a little further, no more than about 3cm and Natasha exploded in orgasm. "OOOOOH GOD, oooohyessss that is good. Uuuhhh, uhhh. Oh lick me, oh shit that is soooo goooood!" Natasha was gulping in air and at the same time was playing her hand along the length of his cock. Sean gently urged more of the toy into her vagina, hoping that it would increase her enjoyment rather than detract from it. Her cries continued, so he decided now was the time to turn the toy on. Grasping it in both hands he dialled on a slow vibration. Immediately the toy started to hum in his hands and the strong vibrations pulsed through Natasha's tight pussy, pushing her orgasm to greater heights. "OOhh you naughty boy... what are you doing to me? Oh Sean that is good, oh oh. Yes, fuck me with it, FUCK ME!" He needed no more urging and started to thrust the toy into her, he raised his head so that the camera could catch the act of him fucking his wife with the large toy, her vagina gripped the vibrator tightly as he pulled it out, slick with her juices: her swollen labia dripping in her excitement. He lent forwards and sucked one of her lips into his mouth, savouring her sexual lubrication. Suddenly Natasha exclaimed, "OH MY GOD, he's getting hard again!" "What do you expect when you're rubbing him, and I'm doing this?" Sean responded. "Three times in one night, oh this is delightful!" Natasha said before he then felt her tongue once again begin to play around his glans as he continued to fuck her cunt with the vibrator. "Sean I just love your cock, I love the way he gets large when I touch him, when I kiss him. It is such a turn on. He's getting even bigger, is that because you are enjoying yourself down there?" "I am," he said, but now there is one more thing that I want." "What is that?" She replied with a little suspicion in her voice. "This," he said, taking her right hand and placing the finger tips onto her clitoris. "I see," Natasha responded, "You want me to play with myself again. Once wasn't enough eh?" "Whilst I have you in the mood, 10 times wouldn't be enough!" Natasha didn't respond, her fingers had already started the circular clitoral manipulation as her left hand fed his cock back into her mouth and Natasha swallowed his cock into her throat. He held onto her knees watching her fingers flick across her swollen clit. Her index finger applying pressure where she wanted it, when she wanted it and how she needed it. Her fingers were already slick with her vaginal juices as she opened her thighs even wider, as if allowing the camera to take it all in; she continued to slide her mouth up and down the long length of his throbbing phallus. This was incredible! He could not have wanted anything more. His cock deep inside his wife's throat as she deep-throated him, her luscious, wet pussy gripping tightly on a buzzing vibrator, half of its length inserted inside of her, as she played with her clit; her moaning getting louder once again. He could feel his arousal rising quickly to orgasm and wondered if there would be any come left in him. He leant forwards and pushed the vibrator one slow centimetre after one slow centimetre into Natasha's cunt until all but two remained. Her hips thrust upwards at him like she was fucking him as he pulled out the toy and rammed it back in. "Oh that's nice," she said between mouthfuls, "you are being a naughty boy tonight aren't you?" "Uh huh. It's you and your body that makes me this naughty. And especially when you do that." "Well I'd like to think so," Natasha replied. "You like me playing with myself whilst sucking your cock do you?" "OH God!" was his only response. Her deep-throating was really getting to him. "Slow down, I can't hold on much longer." "GOOD!" she said giggling, "I'm going to make you suffer!" Her lips enclosed the head of his penis and she sucked hard, her tongue roaming over the glans in her mouth. His breathing was difficult to control as he continued to watch her fingers working harder on her clit, and she started to moan even louder. She let go of his rock hard cock with her left hand and as he watched, she ran her hand across her wet chest to her nipple and slowly caressed the nub until it was fully hard again, then she tormented the other breast, before descending down towards her pubic mound. He was entranced as her left hand grabbed hold of the vibrator and slowly pulled it out. 'Had she had enough?' He thought to himself with a little disappointment. But as the tip of the vibrating phallus was removed from her pussy, she grasped the wet implement with her other hand and directed the vibrating tip to her clit. Immediately the throbbing tip touched, she let out a cock muffled scream. Her legs would have slammed shut had he not been grasping hold of her knees tightly. She ran the toy along her vaginal cleft so that the ridges rasped across her clit and with each ridge she thrust her hips at the toy, before drawing it back down again. 'GOD, she is enjoying this.' He thought. Her fingers manipulated the switch on the toy and the head started to thrust forwards and backward, simulating the fucking motion. Natasha placed the toy along her cleft and allowed the head to push against her clit on the top end of the thrust. Squealing each time it came into contact with her sexual nerve centre. She was panting for breath, and fast approaching her second self induced orgasm of the night, and Sean knew that she would take him with her. He watched in fascination as she played with herself, learning as he did, what obviously pleased her. Her finger tips rested on her clit once more as the thrusting head of the toy was embedded back inside her cunt and pushed in to the hilt. The trusting head contacting her cervix and making her scream out in enjoyment. "Oooohh, mmmmmm, uuuuuuu." Was all she could manage with a mouthful of erect cock? Sean could stand this sort of excitement no-longer and started to fuck her throat with powerful thrusts, with her head back Natasha accepted the oral fucking without complaint. Indeed it appeared to be heightening her level of arousal further. Natasha's moans reverberated around his cock as it was deep within her throat even that was turning him on. Her cries grew more urgent and her fingers were a blur upon her clit as the vibrator was thrust deeply into her time and again, each time being met with an upwards thrust of her hips. He could not remember a time when Natasha had been this wet, this passionate, this needy and above all this arousingly sexy. "I'm coming", he simply said, "go on fuck yourself, pull it out, pull it right out, yes, now... Make yourself, come for me!" He didn't need to ask, Natasha was pumping her cunt vigorously and panting, struggling to breathe with a mouth full of cock and her other orifice rammed full with a thrusting vibrator. As his first spurt of come shot down her throat, she came too. Bucking and thrusting in a momentous orgasm as he filled her stomach again with his hot semen. What seemed like thrust after thrust from his cock resulted in shot after hot shot of his come down her throat, at one point it appeared that she was struggling to swallow. He nearly pulled his cock out of her, but her suction told him everything was fine. "Uuuummm, ummmm, oooohhhh." She murmured onto his cock as she continued her fucking and thrusting of her hips upwards towards him. He felt exhausted his legs shaking as his weapon quickly diminished this time, not unsurprisingly. Natasha continued to pump the vibrator into her, though with less vigour obviously still enjoying the sensation; her juices flooding from her vagina and soaking the bedclothes. He stood up and looked down at her face, as a drip of his come fell onto her cheek. She didn't seem to notice as she completed her own lustful orgasm; it was very obvious that this level of self induced pleasure had been a long time in coming. Natasha looked at him, licking her lips, "you almost drowned me then!" She ran a vaginal juice covered finger across her face scooping up the spots of come that she had missed and fed them into her mouth, making sure that nothing went to waste. The vibrator continued to thrust between her legs and instead of removing it; she clamped her thighs together to hold it in place as it continued in its fucking motion. Slowly her panting subsided as her hands drifted lightly across her breasts mopping up all of his come. Finally she sat up and removed the buzzing toy, switching it off she turned around to face Sean and making sure he was watching, licked her juices off of the toy, deep-throating it in the process. "Uuumm that was lovely". She looked up at him, "did you enjoy your present then?" "Well," Sean responded, unable to take his eyes from his wife's swollen, red, glistening wet pussy and come spattered breasts; "provided I get to play with it like that going forwards, I have absolutely no complaints at all." She smiled at him, "you are more than welcome, and we shall see about the "playing thing" won't we?" He thought that that meant back to normal, but he had a way of making sure now didn't he? It was obvious to him that the drug had worked, and more than he could have wished for. There will be times when he will use it again, of that he had no doubt! His Imaginings Ch. 06 As he lay in the dark recounting this memory, he realised he was very close to ejaculating, he had obviously been playing with himself too. He removed his hands for fear of the inevitable shower of come and rolled over to face his wife, still pretending to be asleep and making sure that his erect cock didn't touch her and give the game away. Natasha had stopped her activity and this made him uncertain as to whether she was asleep or awake? Surely she couldn't be arousing herself to that degree whilst asleep? Do girls have wet dreams too? Through partially closed eyes, he risked a look at her face. As he peered into the darkness to try and discern, the moon broke through its darkened shrouds as if to aid him, casting a block of pale light through the gap in the curtains and adorning his wife entirety in amorphous ghostly white. She turned and looked out of the window and then looked back at her exposed breasts, so pale in this light; the exposed nipples standing very hard and proud, her chest heaving. To Sean, there was now no doubt. As she looked upon herself, the rhythmic movements started again, only now with heavy lidded eyes, Sean could see the movement of her right hand beneath the bedclothes as it provided the pleasure between her legs, which were indeed open wide. Her left hand now gently teased her nipples and Natasha then popped her finger into her mouth to take a long suck on it, perhaps simulating sucking a cock, before returning the saliva laden finger to lubricate her nipples to new heights of erection. Natasha moaned a little louder than before, "uuuuummmm, UUUMMMMMM, Uhh, OOOOHHHHHHwwwww." She had closed her eyes and her tongue flicked out across her lips, then appeared to search for the bulbous head of a cock to give a blow job to, 'perhaps she is thinking of giving him a good old cock sucking,' he thought as he watched this very private little display. Her tongue encircled the imagined phallus as her left hand slipped down between her thighs, taking the covers with it to her navel. He could pretty much see her pussy hair on her pubic mound and could just make out her hands at their task. He suddenly felt her thigh push down on him a little harder and noted a succulent wet slurping sound at the same time. It was obvious to Sean that Natasha had just accepted some of her fingers into her vagina and was now fingering her cunt. She cried out abruptly, and bit her lip to stop herself from being any louder, "ohhh, ohhh God." The rhythm increased in speed and level as the unmistakable wet sound of sex emanated from between Natasha's thighs as she fucked herself with her fingers, whilst still taunting her clit. As she got more and more into her own private masturbation, so her inhibitions diminished and her moans grew louder. "OOOHHHHH GODDD, what have you done to me Sean?" She exclaimed as with a squelch, she removed her fingers and fed them into her mouth, sucking enthusiastically on them until all of her vaginal juices were gone. Once clean, she thrust her hand down again, this time pulling the covers from her legs and exposing herself completely, at the same time as exposing Sean's massive throbbing hard-on. He only hoped that she didn't notice. With her breasts forced in-between her arms, making them look even larger than normal and more prominent with the toppings of erect flesh, she thrust her fingers back between her slippery wet folds. Sean felt her customary quiver as she climaxed, her whole body shaking in orgasm. With her fingers still deep inside her, she clamped her legs together straightening them as her orgasm rose to its height."OOOOOhhh, ohhhh Sean, ooooh myyyy God, that is good. Ohhh what... what have you done? I just want more!" He could see her hand still working between her legs and gradually she opened them again to the sound of frantic wet, juicy slapping sounds as Natasha tortured her own flesh. "Ooohnooooo, not again, pleaseee, nooo, ooohhh but I need itttt." Natasha's personal torment made it even harder for Sean to hold on and he felt a dribble of pre-come fall from his cock. Natasha raised her knees up to her chest and opened them wide so that propped up on the pillow as she was she could see her hands at work. Her vaginal lips were puffy and swollen, in the pale light they were clearly soaking wet with her come and as she frantically moved her fingers across her clit from left to right, small splashes of her juices erupted across her hips. Sean wanted so much to touch her, taste her and be part of this sexual act. But knew if he made her aware that he had witnessed this act of masturbation, she would probably never do it again, and he wanted more than anything to watch her doing this again. His vouyeuristic bent making the whole scene more exciting. He kept quiet and watched on. As Natasha's muted cries died down and her panting chest became more controlled, she removed her fingers from inside her with a wet sucking sound and once again put them into her mouth. 'God,' he thought, 'she must really like the taste of herself. Or maybe she just wants something in her mouth to suck on?' In reality it was probably a bit of both. As she continued to suck, she rolled over presenting Sean with her back and perfect arse. He looked down at his cock, unmistakable in the moonlight, bouncing with each throb, so near to coming that if he touched it, it would explode. He thought the display was over and wondered what he was going to do with his erection, he couldn't just leave it, not after what he had just seen, but how could he get satisfaction without letting his wife know that he was awake? Natasha took a large gulp of water from her bedside chest of drawers and lay back down. But she didn't settle and appeared to be getting something from her bottom drawer. As she rolled back over Sean nearly gasped. In her hand she held the 20cm's of rigid phallus that was the vibrator, 'surely she wasn't going to use that,' he thought, she had made so many protests in the past about him using that on her, and yet here she was. It was obvious that her fingers had not been sufficient release; she now needed the pleasure of a deeper more satisfying fuck. Sean continued to feign sleep, but in all honesty, Natasha was probably too far gone to care now. Running her wet pussy juice covered fingers up and down the shaft in a wanking motion she lubricated the toy whilst saying, "Hello, I'm sorry to say that I need you, I need to feel you deep inside me." With that she opened her legs wide again and presented the pointed end to her wet cunt lips. Slowly the toy was pushed forwards, slipping easily between her engorged labia. "Uummm, ohhh yesss." She pushed a further few centimetres in and paused for a moan again, "ooooooohhhummmm." Her chest was heaving as her fanny was filled with the hard cock shaped intrusion. "Oooh yes, ummm that feels good inside." Natasha whispered her lust to the moon as her left hand began to roam across her neglected breasts and nipples, making them spring back into full painful erection and causing a spasm to rack through her body, making her whimper. Sean couldn't make out exactly what she was doing down there, but imagined that the vibrator had been fully inserted with ease, he heard the buzzing of the toy, muffled within her vaginal walls, as she turned it on to vibrate and thrust. "Oh God, Ooohh Godddd," she cried loudly. The buzzing got louder as Natasha pulled the toy out, only to thrust it back in again, her nipples were prominent in the subdued light as she flicked them and pinched them. It seemed like the whole 20 centimetres of vibrator had been inserted as she held it in place with her fingertips whilst using her thumb to further tease her clit, circling the wet flesh and applying pressure where she needed it. Sean could hear the loud, wet succulent sounds of Natasha's sexual antics and knew he was about to come. There was nothing he could do about it, so turned on was he by his wife's private manipulations. He watched as her whimpering grew loud again with each deep trust from the vibrator, her chest was rising and falling rapidly and her back was arched away from the bed in her excitement, forcing her hips and vagina into each thrust as it came. "Oooohh, oh yes, yes, ummmm, OH!" Her passion was evident and loud as with a final thrust of her hips and a corresponding deep thrust from the vibrator, she came. "OH, OH, UHHHH, Uh huhh, OH MY GOD, OH, OH MY GODDDDD, uuuuuuhhhh...yes...!" The toy continued to ruthlessly penetrate her cunt, each mechanical thrust followed the other, forcing her to greater orgasm. "Oh oh, please...yes, oh please, oh God Sean that is good, oh fuck me, please yes fuck me hard!" At the mention of his name, and Natasha's pleas to fuck her, his cock exploded forth. His completely exposed rampant cock was pointing directly at his wife and the first strong hot stream of come hit her on the hip bone and bounced up over her stomach. The second shot flew across her stomach catching her right arm and filling her navel with a teaspoon of sticky come. Immediately Natasha's vaginal juice covered fingers grabbed hold of his throbbing cock and pumped on it vigorously, "Ohhh Sean, oh I love you coming on me. I love holding your cock as it pulses and spurts your come! God your cock is amazing!" She pumped more of his come onto her chest and into her hand, refusing to stop just in case there was more to come. Sean reached between her legs to slowly start double fucking her vagina with the vibrating, thrusting toy, every now and then he would remove the phallus and place the thrusting implement in her vaginal cleft so that the forward thrusting motion would contact her clit. As Natasha's cries subsided, he pulled the dripping sex toy from her cunt and pointed it downwards towards her anus. She had soaked her bum cheeks and the bed; the thrusting smooth head of the toy met her anal sphincter and with minimal resistance pushed its way into her rectum. "Oh Sean," Natasha panted, "No, ohhh no, what...what are you doing, please...stop!" He didn't stop, but rather pushed the toy a further few centimetres into her. Her protests continued, but he didn't stop until half of the vibrator was inserted the thrusting tip still pushing into her as her anal muscles held onto the vibrating body of the toy. "Oh Sean, what are you doing to me? Why can't I stop what I'm feeling?" In response, her rolled on top of his come-soaked wife and kissed her passionately. "Well my little slut," he said, "you've been using your body for sexual gratification, so now it's my turn. With that he aimed his come-soaked, semi rigid cock at her gaping vagina and forcing her lips apart even wider, entered her in one forward thrust. "Ummmm, is that good baby?" "God yes," Natasha replied, "Did you enjoy my little display then?" "Only if you did," he kissed her on the nipple, sucking it into his mouth, "Only if you did." "Yesss, oh ummm, yes...I... oh that is so tight... I, oh that is good, I can feel your cock getting larger and throbbing, or is that the vibrator? Oh you naughty man, what have you made me into? Oh GOD SEAN, fuck me, please I want to feel you come inside me, ooohhhh, push that vibrator in further, now, now!" He smiled, pleased that she was enjoying this as much as him, he just loved inserting things into his Mrs. "Say when?" He continued to fuck her and could feel the hard phallus through her vaginal/rectal wall doing the same thing; this was as close to a double fuck as he was willing to go with her. "OOOOHHHH Godddd," she looked at him in surprise, "I think I want it all!" She looked up at him and panted, fuck both my holes Sean, fuck both!" She thrust her hips hard towards him and pinched her nipples hard, as he put his hand between them and gently pushed the remaining half of the vibrator into her until only a centimetre remained. Natasha screamed "OOOOFUCK, FUCK YES, oh SEAN, oh I'm coming, ohhhhh!" "Yes, yes, so am I." "Oh good, I... want... ALL that lovely...huh, huh, huh, come, inside me!" With the vibrator deep inside her arse, and his cock deep inside her soaking wet cunt, he shot hot spurt after hot spurt of his sticky come into her, but he wanted more than just to come inside her, so he pulled out his rampant shaft and kneeling over her wanked the last few remaining spurts of hot come directly onto her face. She put her arms above her head, as if she was tied in that position and could do nothing but accept her punishment, as more and more of his come splashed onto her, going in her eyes, mouth and hair, "where is it all coming from?" she exclaimed, "I've never seen you come this much." "Well, you only have yourself to blame for that one." The final shot of his come, hit her chin and tumbled into her mouth followed shortly by his cock as he leant forwards and forced the bulbous head between her lips for her to hungrily feed upon. "How do you like your whore of a wife now?" she said between kisses upon his diminishing shaft. "My GOD," he responded, "what an incredible turn on you are, what an exciting, sexually, hot woman. I had no idea you were so talented! At what point did you know I was awake?" "Oh when I saw him poking from the sheets," she said pointing at his now fully deflated cock. Sean was a little disappointed, "Oh, it wasn't all an act just for me was it?" "ARE YOU KIDDING!" Natasha responded, she pulled out the vibrator and switched it off and sat up. "I was going to bring myself off no matter what. I don't know what you have done to me, but I needed to have that orgasm, both those orgasms, all of those orgasms," she said getting a little confused and flustered. "I am just so horny at the moment and seem to think about your body and him," she looked down at his cock and gently started to caress him again, "all of the time; you are a bad man, for what you have done to me!" "What I have done?" he giggled, "You cannot blame me because you are one very hot sexual creature." "I just couldn't stop myself; I needed to come and didn't want to wake you. But when I saw this beautiful boy poking from the sheets, well it just drove me on further." Her talk and her gentle caresses on his cock were beginning to have an effect. "I hope you forgive me for being a naughty girl?" she said licking her lips as his cock began to swell again in her hands. "I can see he has, haven't you darling?" I will on one condition, no two conditions?" "Oh," Natasha said with suspicion, "what is it you are going to get me to do now?" "Condition one; that you masturbate whenever you want to, it is nothing to be ashamed of and as you know I find it an incredible turn on." "OK," Natasha responded with a smile, "And condition two?" He leant across to her top draw, pulled out a pair of stockings and tied her hands to the bed headboard, "well, that is that you will do anything that I want!" He laughed with a wicked, maniacal lilt, and proceeded to tie her legs to the bottom of the bed...