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The Six Secrets of Sizzling Sex
First, please forgive the title. I know it sounds like one of those silly articles in Cosmopolitan Magazine. But if the title got you here, please stay a few minutes you may learn something. I\\\'ve always thought that picking up one point than enhances your sex life is worth the time invested reading an article. You decide.
If you\\\'ve come here anticipating concrete tips on the nuts and bolts of better sex, I invite you to read one of my other articles, Blowjobs for Dummies, How to Eat Pussy Like a Champ or Sexual Positions for Lovers, for example. In those articles I\\\'ve detailed where to stick your tongue, where to put your fingers, plus who and what to cum on, or in.
My goal here is a bit different. I\\\'ve had a lot of feedback email from readers of both sexes, asking how they can improve their sex lives. I should say, my opinion of how an individual can improve their sex life. Unless you\\\'re one the people in a relationship, you can really only speculate and offer advice. I\\\'m not there in the room. If I were, I\\\'d have my camcorder, a bottle of champagne, a blindfold and some duct tape, then there\\\'d be no questions to ask. But that\\\'s another issue.
The point is that in listening to people with similar situations, you begin to postulate on what can really help improve their sex lives on a regular basis; not \\\"get her drunk, bud that\\\'ll help.\\\"
What I almost invariably find is that one partner is ready and rarin\\\' to go, while the other is on a different wave length entirely. Women who are dripping, trembling and ready to fuck themselves in every hole with a hair brush, while their husbands sit in front of the TV and when confronted with a teddy-wearing, lust brimming wife, say \\\"not now, honey, I\\\'m watching this program.\\\" Or guys...and we know who we are...who seem to have a perpetual erection and defy the stereotype of the bored husband or boyfriend completely. Ready to have sex first thing out of the shower hell, in the shower against the kitchen sink, over the couch, in the car anywhere but are repelled with apathy or excuses. This leads me to my first and perhaps most important point:
Choose the Right Partner
So simple, it\\\'s nearly ridiculous, right? I know. If you\\\'re married or in a serious relationship, it may be too late - or not. But imagine if you before you made a commitment what you know now. You\\\'d realize that initial passion dies down and what you\\\'re left with for the rest of your time together is how deep-seated a desire that person truly has. How much they love sex not just you. If they can\\\'t get enough of you and can\\\'t wait to fuck that\\\'s great. But many people who make a life-long, or at least long-term commitment based on this first 12-18 months of passion end up...shall I say, disappointed.
You can\\\'t change a leopard\\\'s spots. I didn\\\'t make up this line. My line would be, you can\\\'t change a person\\\'s desire. You would think that if someone married, say, a supermodel or gorgeous actress, all they\\\'d want to do for the rest of their life was have sex with them ten times a day. Sure for a while. Then their passion would ebb, and begin to look like the stock averages last year, down...down...down...as they get used to her beauty.
Would that happen to me? Honestly, no. And I\\\'m not just saying that. I may be a rare breed, but I just love to kiss, to eat pussy, have my cock worshipped and sure...to fuck with gusto. Unless she decides to forfeit her lips, pussy and legs, I\\\'ll still be interested for good. Will I look at other women? I\\\'m not blind...just nearsightedide. But when I have a woman that remains passionate about, well, passion, then I can be faithful. Hasn\\\'t happened, but...
Bottom line: if you\\\'ve chosen a person with passion similar to yours, you\\\'ve made a wise and lucky - decision for life. If you\\\'re not sure yet, delay the decision until you are. I can\\\'t over-exaggerate the importance of this point, as hard as it may be to hear. With all the things that are important in a relationship; honesty, hard work, good financial potential, surely sexual incompatibility can\\\'t be the make or break item, right? Wrong. Why are you at this website? Why are you reading this article? If you don\\\'t know in your heart by now that sexual incompatibility is something that will come back to haunt you, you may very well find out via nights of frustration and months of longing at a time.
If you\\\'re on the verge of making such a decision, please take these points into consideration that\\\'s all I\\\'m asking.
You can\\\'t have sizzling sex alone (satisfying sex...maybe sizzling...no). The right partner is the difference between sizzling sex and fizzling sex. Maybe for a lifetime.
Feeling Good about Yourself
How did this point make its way into a sex article? Is this the Oprah show?
When Oprah has a segment entitled \\\"Oral is giving better than receiving?\\\" then there\\\'ll be no more need for my articles.
We\\\'re talking about sizzling sex here. Can sex be sizzling, even satisfying, if you don\\\'t feel good about yourself, if you lack confidence? I\\\'m not saying you have to be \\\"super confident,\\\" comfortable in all situations and the master of all you survey. But I mean enough confidence to know that the person having sex with you, or the potential for it, is one lucky guy or girl! They\\\'re not doing you any favor; you\\\'re enjoying each other.
And what does this take? Do you have to be a gorgeous magazine cover girl or fitness magazine guy? Hardly. These are unrealistic expectations for most of us. But if you feel flabby, out of shape, need a haircut, dress like a slob; you probably won\\\'t feel sexy.
And this is what a lot of sex is about your confidence level.
Speaking of Oprah or some of the other talk shows, have you ever seen one of the makeover segments? They take a woman, for instance. Put her on a low-carb diet, such as Atkins or the South Beach Diet for a month. Have her walk around the block a couple of dozen times a day, maybe lift some light weights, and the fat melts off. Then they cut or color her hair, which has been the same style since 1988, and make her up. Finally, they take the sweat suit off and dress her nicely and viola! She\\\'s suddenly a babe. And it was inside of her all the time.
Man or women, we all get older, busier and out of shape. I defy any woman to give birth a few times and stay tight, much less have any time to exercise. I remember when I was 20 years old. An hour of weight lifting a week and when I took my shirt off, girls took notice. How easy it was...
I\\\'ll never be 20 again. So now it\\\'s a couple hours a week running and a couple more hours lifting. Light on the carbs, easy on the beer, sane with the pizza. It\\\'s not all that tough to keep a flat stomach and some tone in your arms, chest and shoulders. All it takes is regular discipline.
The reward is how you feel about yourself, and this comes through in feeling sexy, feeling that someone would want to have sex with you. I mean it, confidence is sexy. When you project the fact that you feel good about yourself, you give off an aura of self-assurance that actually improves with age. So I don\\\'t care if you\\\'re 20 or 60, you make the most of what you\\\'ve got. And speaking about making the most of what you\\\'ve got...
Highlight Your Best Features
I knew a girl many years ago that in all actuality was relatively average looking. Except that she had startlingly blue eyes. When she was done up, with eye liner and whatever else girls do to their eyes that way, they sparkled. When I looked into her eyes I melted, that\\\'s how sexy they were. One feature, done right...instant sex appeal.
I know another lady in her 40s. Her legs are just gorgeous. Long, shapely, muscular calves just the way I like them. I\\\'d like to lick my way up to her thighs and...no matter. But whenever I see her, she\\\'s wearing pants. At affairs, long dresses. No one ever sees her legs. If she wore shorts and high heels the guys would be following her home and her husband would never let her leave. But no.
It\\\'s the same thing with nice, full breasts, sumptuous lips or even great hair. You\\\'ve got to take your best feature and underscore it so that it just can\\\'t be ignored. Everyone\\\'s got something sexy about himself or herself.
Nothing, however, is sexier than attitude. Not cockiness, not snobbery. An attitude that says without words, \\\"I\\\'ll fuck you half to death, and then finish the other half. I\\\'ll suck your cock until you don\\\'t just cum you explode.\\\"
My friend is the most mild-mannered guy you could ever see. When he\\\'s done with his wife, she\\\'s covered with goose bumps, sweat and cum and loving every minute of it. All he\\\'s got to do is look at her with an expression that says \\\"you know just what\\\'s coming, don\\\'t you?\\\" and she begins to moisten her panties. It\\\'s his attitude that he highlights.
It comes down to making the most of what you\\\'ve got. If you\\\'re a stunning woman or a naturally handsome man good for you. That\\\'s not where it ends though. I\\\'ve known plenty of guys much better looking than me who never got half the sex. They figured their looks would be enough. They were wrong. While they were strutting around waiting to be noticed, I was learning how to please a woman in bed, how to make her laugh, to make her feel special make her feel good and more important, make her feel bad. Looks alone is not your ticket. One good feature that\\\'s all. Use it.
Make Your Own Movie
Sizzling sex for one person may be a lovely lady sitting in a chair: her legs duct-taped to each chair leg; eyes blindfolded; not knowing when a cock might pierce her open lips; nipples fully erect and breathing like she\\\'s just run a marathon as her pussy is ravaged by a warm, wet tongue. But enough about my preferences. Sizzling sex for someone else might be a candle-lit dinner followed by warm, passionate missionary position on the bed for 15 minutes.
That\\\'s for you and your partner to decide. As long as you are in-synch. If she\\\'s longing to be bent over the couched and stuffed like a baked potato, and your idea of sexual excitement is to keep the lights on, you may have a dilemma. That\\\'s where communication and compatibility comes in.
But the worst thing you can do is to compare your sex life to someone else\\\'s. It creates nothing but dissatisfaction. I\\\'ve always felt that when it comes to money, sex and, well, more sex, that the guideposts you should use are your own desires, not someone else\\\'s stories. \\\"I came five times, she licked my asshole for a half hour, I ate strawberries out of her pussy until she screamed my name over and over \\\"(well, that one I believe). I\\\'ve heard an awful lot of stories about great sex, but the ones I believe the most are my own.
Don\\\'t believe that everyone but you is having the great sex. They\\\'re not. But you can. Here\\\'s the best way:
Pick the Right Time and Place
When I was living with my girlfriend in college, the right time and place was anywhere and everywhere in the apartment. For many people, things are different.
I promise you, if you expect great sex right after little ones finally go to bed, the laundry is folded and your wife falls on the bed, exhausted, or when your husband gets home after a day of negotiating for Middle-East peace...forget it. And have a heart. You both have needs, but the wrong time and place is not the right way to go about it.
Let me digress for a moment. Sometimes you want a long, leisurely, passionate sexual experience. Sometimes you just want to fuck and cum. If you\\\'re both tired but frisky, settle for the slam and sleep. But not all the time, and don\\\'t expect it to suffice for long.
Let me explain. A quick fuck is a great way to end an evening and a wonderful release. I love it. But it\\\'s like eating an appetizer for me. Within a few days, I had better get a meal, or I\\\'m going to become frustrated and believe me, it\\\'s not pretty. What\\\'s a meal? Alright, since you asked. It\\\'s kissing, rubbing and holding. It\\\'s titty play and having my cock rubbed. It\\\'s spreading her legs and doing my favorite thing using my tongue like a biomedical exploratory instrument, leading to a shaking, shuddering orgasm. It\\\'s having my cock licked, the head sucked, and my balls attended to. It\\\'s fucking in at least two or three positions and, if I\\\'m lucky and the stars are aligned, maybe a little. anal. There it is.
I can assure you that this is not going to be in the program after a day of hard work and a night of cooking, cleanup and childcare. Therefore, the more you want good sex, the more arranging you\\\'re going to have to do. Drop them off at Grandma\\\'s, go home and rock the house. Get a baby-sitter and get away for a day. You might have to be creative.
We used to have an arrangement with another couple in the neighborhood. They\\\'d pick up our little ones and go for ice cream or to the mall for an hour or two. In the meantime, we\\\'d have a champagne and vibrator party. When they got back, they\\\'d drop off their ... and we\\\'d take them and to a movie or park for a while. They\\\'d go home, have a cocktail and fuck like...well, I can only imagine she way pretty.
You can see what I mean. Make plans and get creative, and you can have that full-course meal sex. And you\\\'ve got to make that time if you want a great sex life.
Take Care of #1
You\\\'ve heard this one before, but not from me. Because when I say take care of number one, I\\\'m talking about your lover. Who else would I mean?
But a lot of lovers make sure their needs are taken care of first, and these are the ones who don\\\'t deserve a return engagement.
For guys this means, primarily, take your time! Why is it that after five minutes of kissing you\\\'re ready to get your cock sucked? I talk to my mechanic longer than that when he\\\'s changing my oil for Pete\\\'s sake. I\\\'m not saying there aren\\\'t times when you\\\'re both tired and want to get down to business, but make this the exception, not the rule. Do you want to be thought of as a good lover? Then here\\\'s what you\\\'ve got to do:
Take your time. Kiss her tenderly, rub her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, and move down to her lower back. There\\\'s not a lady in the world that doesn\\\'t love to be caressed.
Give her the oral sex of her life. Make sure she cums at least once before you even think of your own pleasure. Lick her clit and find her G-spot her moans will be your reward.
When she\\\'s sucking your cock, tell her how good it feels, give her encouragement.
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT cum too quick. Take it slow, stop every now and then when you feel you\\\'re going to cum – changing positions is a natural way to do this but give her at least a 10-15 minute ride on your bony express.
When you finally do cum, be a gentleman, and be tender. Get her a tissue first, if there\\\'s anything to wipe off. Kiss her and tell her how nice it was. Be honest.
Ladies: Do you want to please your man? A couple of tricks:
Take care of him. Tell him things like, \\\"baby, you make me want you so much.\\\" We all like to be mentally and physically stroked.
Worship his cock. Lick it, look him in the eyes while you stroke it. Moan your approval when you suck it, rub his wet cock all over your face. Place it between your tits and titty fuck him, looking him in the eyes and whisper, \\\"I\\\'m going to take good care of your cock baby. You\\\'re going to cum for me...more than once.\\\" It\\\'s beyond hot knowing she wants your cock badly and wants to make sure you cum over and over.
Moan like a porn star when he goes down on you. It\\\'s the greatest motivation and eventually becomes second nature helping you get into it even more...
Well there we have it, six steps towards making your sex life all it can be. Are these the only six steps? I doubt it, and you may be doing some or all of these things right now. I hope you are, or that I\\\'ve reminded you of the things you used to do and got away from. Get back to them. There\\\'s nothing finer, mentally or physically, than connecting with someone on an intimate level. You should do it as often as you can it\\\'s what life is all about. Best of luck to you, and thanks for reading.
How to Perform and Enjoy Cunnilingus
When I first thought about writing this piece, I had to ask myself: "What qualifies me as someone who actually knows what they're talking about?"
I can only add this in response, and will attempt to do so without sounding boastful about it.
The fact that I've gone down on a number of different women is a good place to start. Each one has taught 'me' what feels good, what they like (or don't like) and has given me the kind of experience that in those terms might make me a bit of an expert so to speak.
Secondly, I also had the unique and rare opportunity to prove that talent on two bonafide lesbians. (And please, don't be sending me hate mail for saying, or claiming that.) Truth of the matter is, I was given that rare opportunity to do so out of real curiosity to see if a man could in fact perform in that area just as well as another woman could. I can honestly state that both women enjoyed the experience, one of which had previously had difficulty even reaching orgasm through oral intercourse 'with' other women, yet was able to do so with me much to everyone's surprise.
So, having said that, allow me to share some of my own personal insights and techniques.
For starters, have fun. Sex should be fun after all. It's meant to be an enjoyable experience, for both parties. Sure, an orgasm feels great, but as they say, getting there is half the fun. So why rush it?
Setting the mood.
It's important that for a prolonged period of oral sex play, that both parties be as comfortable and as relaxed as possible. Make sure you have plenty of space. Don't be afraid to change positions periodically either. It keeps things from becoming tedious (on both sides) and heightens the affects of differing sensations.
Like any good feast, it takes plenty of preparation. Use your senses, and I mean that literally, all six of them. There is nothing more sensual or more intimate than preparing your partner (and yourself) for what can be one of the most intense physical experiences possible. So lets not just jump into anything. Lets first off enjoy what we're looking at. Lets admire, actually look at...and experience the beauty of that treasure we're about to so intimately come into contact with. Guy's (and Gals too!) Taking the time to actually do that can enhance your partner's desire and arousal level. (This is about having fun remember?) So explore with your eyes, your mind, and after a while, gently, lightly with your fingers. Tease, caress and tantalize your partner in preparation for what's to come. (No pun intended). Next, enjoy her smell, the aroma of her sensuality. This type of activity certainly involves a certain amount of personal hygiene, but the last thing I want to be smelling is a rose garden. We all exude a certain chemical smell that is meant to entice and arouse one another. Don't destroy that or cover it up with body oils or soaps too soon before oral sex play. Let that feast preparation produce the natural lubricants and odors designed to stimulate and enhance one's desires. It's important to note here, that giving the pleasure to our partner through oral gratification can also be a very pleasurable experience as well. Let yourself enjoy and savor the taste as well as the smell of your partner, along with the sensation of touch, moisture, heat and sound.
Yes sound. Communicate.
Guys, you might actually consider yourself a real tongue-stud. And the last person you were with might even have told you that you were. But it doesn't mean the person you're with now will find, or even think the same thing. The reality is, what may work or feel good for one woman, might not work or feel good for the next. It is here where communication is key, for both parties. And once again, if you're already being this intimate to begin with, then why not be intimate enough to share with one another what does feel good, and what doesn't. And there's lots of ways to communicate what we like, or what we're enjoying. So lets not be afraid to express that, or show that. Encouragement also goes a long ways.
As I've already mentioned, every person is different. Be ready to adapt or change from one technique to another. There is also something to be said for differing sensations, where one doesn't feel as good now, it may very well feel really good a little later.
Soft and slow.
It's a good place to start. And I don't mean directly on the clitoris either. I'm talking about getting her aroused, excited, "wanting" that tongue on the clitoris. But it's also about getting "you" to "want" to start licking that clit too. So once again, lets start with some gentle kisses, some light flicking licks of the tongue on other surrounding areas. Let her clit be aware that you're down there without actually introducing yourself. Take the time to explore her, enjoy her smell, her taste, and let her know that you are in the process. Trust me, she'll be able to tell if you are, or you aren't. And that can make all the difference in the world. They don't call them lips for nothing. Kiss them, gently or lightly suck them, and move on. Kiss and lick those soft tender areas between her legs and her pussy, without actually touching her there. (I thought about using the word vagina here, but the last thing I want to do is sound clinical. And besides, I personally think pussy is a sexy word to describe a woman's femininity).
Allow the tip of your tongue to explore her, let it gently, and softly slither just inside the opening of her lips, top to bottom, and back again. But once again, take your time, we're not in any kind of a rush here (or shouldn't be yet anyway). Hopefully by this time, that so-far neglected clit is actually ready for some direct and indirect attention. And clits, just like cocks, come in all shapes and sizes. (Yeah, they really do). They can also be very sensitive, to supersensitive. And you need to be sensitive to that as well. Sometimes immediate direct contact and stimulation can be too much too soon. Especially if you begin flicking your tongue against it like it was a tootsie-pop and you're anxious to get to the chocolate center. That might be your desire, but it might not be hers.
Once again, taste the candy, take your time. Those first slow, light gentle caresses of the tongue can do wonders for allowing a woman's clitoris to adjust, and prepare itself for more forceful, and harder stimulation. Let her tell you when, whether verbally, or physically. And Gal's, please don't be afraid to point that out either. Those first few minutes of slow tender tongue-touches can become less than enjoyable if you don't let us know it's ok to turn things up a notch or two. Or...to turn them back down again for a while if that's what you enjoy.
Techniques.
There are a lot of varying techniques. And what might feel good for some women, might not feel as good for another. So once again, listen to her body language, her sighs and moans to let you know if what you're doing is a good thing. Or even better, telling your partner if something feels really good...or just nice, helps a lot as well. If you want it softer, harder, slower or faster, then say so. A good lover listens. A better lover shares.
Like the head of the penis, (too clinical?) ok...prick. The head of a woman's exposed clitoris can be equally sensitive. And sometimes too much prolonged stimulation to that area can become annoying unless she's aroused and stimulated to the point of orgasm. But one technique is to lightly run your tongue up and down that delicate little shaft. Give it an equally light suck or two then let the length and flat of your tongue fully caress the full opening of her split, once again top to bottom before searching out and again directly or indirectly assaulting her clitoris. The amount of pressure, friction, tempo can and should be alternated as you explore and arouse your partner. Once again, changing positions periodically can also change the differing sensations for both partners as well.
When her breathing, or her spoken words alert you that she's "very" aroused now, then more direct stimulation and force can be better tolerated (if not downright needed and wanted by this time). Here, and again be open to communication, but a firm though still yet gentle sucking directly of the woman's clitoral shaft can be extremely pleasurable. Sometimes holding it there with your lips, using the flat of your tongue to press it deeply within your mouth, still holding, though sucking lightly at first, and perhaps a little more forcefully as indications of your partner's pleasure is expressed. I enjoy doing that, with an in-between variation of the old "butterfly" clit flick of the tongue. Whether that be also hard and fast, or soft and slow. Mix it up a little. Again, use your own imagination, and have fun. Enjoy yourself, and she'll enjoy it all the more as well.
Use your hands and fingers. But be aware of what she likes, or doesn't like here too. Not every woman enjoys a finger up there while she's being stimulated orally. And even those who do, just enjoy the presence of it being there more than any hard-fast thrusting one might be tempted to do. (If she wants that...she'll let you know hopefully). But this is also an ideal time to go back to those breasts. They're not just there for foreplay. Very often the direct stimulation and caress of a woman's clitoris can be heightened and intensified by the added stimulation of her breasts and nipples simultaneously. Most often a woman's nipples can become even more sensitive, more pleasure driven when you are by now directly stimulating her clitoris, and visa versa. With practice, you can vary the tempo of stimulation to both areas. Soft caresses and nipple touches while the tongue is flicking madly on the surface of her clit. Or harder (if she enjoys that) nipple pinches and squeezes, while one's tongue light as a feather, dances across the floor of her clitoris.
Finger scissors.
Not all women enjoy this. And it's certainly something you'd best ask about before doing anything. Don't assume. Once again, one woman might want only oral stimulation of the lips, mouth and tongue without any penetration at all. Others still might also enjoy that added sensation, whether it be secondary and passive, or firm and authorative. On some other occasions, a well lubricated, gentle finger in her ass in addition to one inside her pussy can produce exquisitely erotic pleasurable enhancements to the oral techniques I've described above. But that is again a personal preference, and not mentioned here as an absolute requirement. But I have through my own experience found it to induce very intense orgasms in most women who've allowed and enjoyed this particular technique.
The orgasm
Here again, all women are different. Half the fun is finding out how different they can be, and enjoying that difference, and sharing it with them. Some women excrete additional fluids when experiencing an orgasm. Some others actually have what is called "female" ejaculations. Whatever the case, it's her orgasm, and if you care about it, or care about her, then go with the flow as I say. Something I again personally find very, very enjoyable.
Be very much aware of a woman's sensitivities, or abilities to be multi-orgasmic. Some women having experienced climax can become supersensitive (just like guys can). Continuing to flick or suck her clitoris when the pleasure has receded can be downright painful. When she grabs your head, maybe its time to let up. But surprisingly enough, sometimes that same gentle soft linger of a lightly touching tongue after an orgasm, can bring about another one within a relatively short period of time in some instances. Be patient in that, if she's enjoying that post-climatic pleasuring, let her decide if it's going to lead to yet another climax, or simply if it's a nice slow gentle way to come down. If you've pleasured her well enough during this session, chances are she'll be ready and wanting a bit more. And remember that turnabout is fair play. Please your partner, pleasure her beyond her wildest expectations, and I can assure you, she'll do the same thing for you. I certainly welcome your comments thoughts or ideas. Feel free to contact me to discuss any of this, ask questions, or even disagree if you wish with anything I've said. All I've hoped to do here is share with you what I have learned and enjoyed through personal experience. Does that make me an expert? Not necessarily, but I've not had anyone complain yet either, on the contrary. But it's also something I love doing. And I think that's also just as important as anything I could try and tell someone how to do.
A Woman's Guide to Getting Married
Let me start with saying I do not believe that all women should get married or that all women want to marry, this is meant to be a guide for those females that have a desire to have a husband. With that said let me also point out that I am not a female so the only perspective I have is from the man's point of view.
I started dating my future wife more as a fluke than by design. I had tickets to a show and at the last minute my date canceled out, in fact it was so last minute I couldn't find anyone who was free to go with me. I had just started a new job and I hardly new anyone there. During a coffee break, I happened to sit next to a girl I had spoken to before but I couldn't even remember her name. She turned out to be a lot of fun and we talked and laughed so much our ten minute break turned into a half hour, when she noticed the time she jumped up worried about getting into trouble for being late so on impulse I blurted out a invite to a last second show explaining about my date canceling. As she ran back to work, she shouted an OK over her shoulder. I immediately starting having second thoughts about my rash decision and began to worry about the consequences of dating someone at work.
I really enjoyed our first date, although I think she was rather nervous she didn't object to coming to my place for drinks after the show. We ended up spending the night together more from falling asleep after making love than from making love all night. In the morning I took her home and that is when I found out she lived with her parents, of course that meant they hated me right from the first date. We started dating pretty steady after that, going out after work two or three times after work, at first we weren't exclusive as I was still dating some other girls I knew but I just found I had more fun with her and we evolved into a relationship.
The only snag being I lived in Hollywood while my work was in West LA and my girl lived in Santa Monica. Commuting became a real problem; if we stayed in West LA after work, we ended up in bars and then maybe parked on some quite street. If we went back to my place, we usually ended up falling asleep after making love and then a long drive back and forth to take her home. Finally, I had enough and looked to rent on the West side. Within a month of living in my new apartment, my girl was living with me much to her mother's dismay.
I was not happy about her moving in yet it was so gradual that she was in before I noticed. I had recently divorced and was not looking for any kind of commitment and now here I was living with a girl. I say I wasn't happy yet I have to admit I enjoyed having a girl around who helped with the cooking and cleaning and then of course there was the sex, which was great.
It looked to me that our relationship was headed for problems as we each had a different opinion of what we wanted. My girl was committed to love and a long lasting relationship, I was committed to lust, and as much sex as I could get. My girl decided to not to pressure me into anything and instead made a plan to fuck my brains out until I surrendered. We fucked night and day not even leaving the apartment some weekends barely stopping long enough to eat. I would be tired and so sore that I would swear I'd never fuck again, and then she would start to tease me, pulling up her dress to show off her panties having me watch her rub her pussy while telling me how wet she was getting. All of a sudden, I would feel my cock start to grow and before you know it, we would be at it again.
After about five months of this she told me she was pregnant, I told her, I wanted to do the right thing and that we should get married even going so far as to buy a ring. She called me at work to tell me she started her period so she either wasn't pregnant or maybe had a miscarriage, much to both of our relief. I felt like I had dodged a bullet and it made me wonder if this relationship was something I wanted to commit to for the rest of my life.
Like the heel that most men are, I bolted. I left her a note saying something like; I didn't want to do this anymore and moved out. I went to stay with a friend back in Hollywood, he was glad to see me and told me he already had a wild weekend planned and we would have a ball. This is what I needed, some wild sex with girls whose names I didn't know, I planned to go crazy and just let it all hang out. There was just this little snag, I kept thinking about my girlfriend, or should I say my ex girlfriend. What a louse I was, too chicken shit to face her and I was worried about how she was feeling. I tried to party her out of my mind, the whole weekend was nothing but sex, booze and drugs and yet it didn't help, I couldn't keep the thought of her sitting home crying out of my head. Finally, I called her Sunday night, just to apologize, maybe if I was lucky I would just get the answer machine. She answered on the first ring, her sad voice broke my heart, and the only thing she asked was, are you coming back. I knew right then, there was nothing I wanted more and I moved back that night.
To her it was as if I had never left yet to me all I felt was guilt. How could I do that to her, how could I leave without talking face to face and even more how could I leave the day she had maybe miscarried? All she would say about the whole incident was that it was over and I was back. I already knew she loved me but that was when I knew I loved her and wanted to be with her forever. We went to Vegas on her twenty-first birthday and while we were there I said let's get married. She turned me down at first, saying she knew I didn't want marriage but in the end she accepted. We might have started out shaky but we have been married for almost thirty-nine years now and I love her as much now as I did then.
So then my advice for the women out there who want to get their men to commit to their relationship, is don't cajole, don't demand, just fuck their brains out and in the end they will beg you to be their partner for life.
A Beginner\'s Guide to Spanking Her
BDSM: Safe, Sane, and Consensual. I don\'t think enough can be said about the importance of each of these three areas. For those of you who did not read the first part, I will cover it here one more time because of how important it is to both the beginner and the experienced BDSM practitioner.
Safety is the first leg of the BDSM three legged stool, if you\'ll permit the analogy. Safety first, second, third and always is the only way to truly enjoy BDSM to the fullest. That sounds strange doesn\'t it? Isn\'t BDSM about taking absolute control? Isn\'t BDSM about Bondage and Dominance? Isn\'t the S in BDSM stand for sadism, which means to take pleasure in inflicting pain? Isn\'t the M about masochism, or the enjoyment of receiving pain? Well, the answer to all those questions is; yeah, but! The BDSM lifestyle that we practice at home is a loving relationship that has the basis on the clearest of understandings. I dominate her, because she needs to submit to feel complete, and I need to have loving control so that I too can be fulfilled. One without the other is impossible, or better said it is not BDSM and can border on abuse and brutality at its worse.
To the outside world [those who have only read the words, but not experienced the lifestyle] BDSM is the dark pictures they see on the magazines and the brutal pornographic images that sometimes are included in the movies. Just like a man can\'t leap over tall buildings, BDSMers do not brutally accost each other for the sake of the Sadism and Masochism traits they share. BDSM is about the open conversation about the fantasies, desires and needs as well as the enjoyment of dominating or being dominated and for both to heighten their erotic pleasure by the unique sensations they share with each other.
The second leg of the three legged stool of BDSM is \"sane\". All play, no matter how extreme it seems to the viewer is done with an understanding that no [harm] will be done. The difference between pain and harm is very significant. Think of it this way, you may enjoy having your ass spanked [the thrill of the sharp sensation and the intimacy that accompanies it] but you would not enjoy being punched in the nose. Why? Simple, the blow to the cushioned fatty tissues on your buttock which is made for such abuse will cause no harm [no permanent damage]. However, when you are punched on the nose [even if you use the same force as on the buttock] you hit less than a millimeter of flesh and then you are applying direct force on soft cartilage and then directly on the bone. That same force is very likely to break something and cause injury. Harm is not BDSM, that\'s brutality and in no way accepted or condoned in the BDSM world.
Sane also includes the fact that the dominant in the relationship is the one that while in control, also must assume many responsibilities for the safety of his submissive. This is not a one way street; it is in fact a very well balanced relationship between submissive and dominant. The dominant has to make sure that neither is under the influence of alcohol or mind, perhaps it would be better to call it perception, altering drugs. The dominant has to be able to focus all his attention on the submissive and have a clear understanding of how close she is to her limits. His reaction time must be at its sharpest to ensure that if the situation gets out of control he can slow it down or stop it in a heartbeat. That can be the difference between pain and harm.
The third leg of the BDSM stool is consensual behavior. Neither party gives cart blanche to the other. The importance of communication, communication and yes more communication cannot be emphasized enough in here. Long conversations need to take place between the dominant and the submissive to ensure that the scene is clearly laid out and that both know what the limits are and where they can and where they cannot be pushed. Dominants ask questions and make sure that you know exactly what\'s on the mind of the submissive. It is essential that you put her at ease and that she is made to understand that in this type of conversation she is not topping from the bottom: a topic all on its own.
Once you\'ve resolved all the questions in your mind, as the dominant, you must take control of the situation. She craves to feel your loving control over her and will only put up a fight to the extent that it heightens her enjoyment of being taken over; more appropriately taken in hand. But, at the same time, you must keep in mind that you are doing this for your own enjoyment of taking her and letting her feel your hand landing upon her flesh just as the rest of you will at the end of the scene when you take her.
The same thing applies here that applied in your first experience dominating her: take your time! There is no reason to rush through a scene. The moment can be prolonged and minutes made to feel much longer because your adrenaline and hers are fully taking over your brain and the rest of the chemistry in your body. Give her a set of instructions that make sense to you. In this article I\'m going to give you some ideas, but in the end remember it is your scene, and NOT mine.
Order her to go to her room and put on appropriate clothing. My own preference is a loose short skirt, no panties, no bra and a tight low cut top. I want her to feel the embrace of the clothing and I want the clothing not to interfere with my machinations as I spank her. Order her also to come back to you and to kneel before you. The kneeling position I enjoy the most is called NADU and it comes from the Gorean worlds. She is to kneel, legs spread apart and her ass resting on her heels. Make sure she\'s comfortable enough by providing her a soft spot for her knees. Her hair is to be put up so that it is out of your way. Her upturned palms are to lay on her thighs offering herself openly to you.
Once she\'s kneeling before you, make a big production out of observing her. Ensure that she understands that you are gazing upon her body and that it belongs to you. Make adjustments to her position so that it pleases you most. Arrange her hair the best way for your ability to touch all her skin. At this point you want her to feel your domination and total control over the mood, because it is that same mood you are setting for the scene. The mind is what you wish to control; the body is the easy part.
Enjoy the feel of her breast upon your hands; do not allow her to look up at you unless you explicitly give her instructions to do so. Again, you are working on the mood and you are helping her achieve the mind set of the submissive. Enjoy a long caress down her back, ending on what will be the target of your blows. Touch her as if your fingertips were as light a feather and do not allow her to squirm because you are tickling her. Don\'t yell at her, just simply and firmly say: Stop! Do not allow her to protest that she\'s being tickled and cannot help it. A submissive, just as much as a Dominant, has to be in control of herself first and foremost. She has to have searched her own mind and spirit and decided that she wishes to submit to you, and upon arriving at that depth of self understanding, and then she is ready to experience the fullness of submission. If she\'s failed to do this, take her through this journey of self awareness. There are no shortcuts in life, and neither are there any in BDSM.
The dominant person takes on many responsibilities as I stated earlier. The development of her self awareness is one of the requisites for the job. Come on, it\'s no different than the soul searching you did when you realized that you had the potential of becoming a Top or a Dominant or even a Master. You spent hours thinking about it, what it meant to you and what would be expected of you, she has to reach the same point or you two are not in balance with each other.
Take your hands and roam her body one more time: always taking the opportunity to correct her posture to please you most. Follow the center of her body down to her thighs and caress them. Tease her, endlessly! She is your willing toy at this point and actually expects you to use her. Caress the inside of her thighs, slapping them softly and telling her: Open! Be firm, but be nurturing at the same time. She\'s learning what pleases you, and learning what she enjoys at the same time. Part her lips gently, enjoy the unencumbered view and allow your fingers to penetrate her. See if she\'s wet enough to go to the next step. Your preparations are to bring her arousal to a nice wetness that signifies that her entire body is ready for you. Stay in this stage, or similar one, until you have her completely melting to your touch.
Before you move to the next step, keep in mind that there are parts of her body that are made to take punishment, but there are many parts that are not. Examples of two areas you should stay away from are her spine (I know, you had figured that out on your own) and her lower back. Her lower back, and on the side of her spine is where her kidneys are. The kidneys are very sensitive and are also attached to the muscular tissue directly connected to her flesh. A blow to the lower side of her back and you are dangerously close to causing damage to the kidney and to the injuring her. Not a good idea. One more area, that I\'m sure you figured out as you walked behind her, was her neck and her head. Don\'t strike a blow to either, they will cause harm. The last word of caution is her coccyx bone, or better known as her tail bone. A direct blow to it can cause the tip to break off and that is severe injury and pain.
Now that you have surveyed your property and are certain she is fully aroused, place her in a position that will allow you to spank her comfortably. Remember, this is not a ten second spanking, this is a good workout and will last a fairly long time. Once you\'ve put her in the position you want her in, and then warm her up a bit. Take her butt cheeks in your hand, cup them and squeeze them. The purpose is to get her mind ready, and to get the blood flowing nicely to her ass cheeks. Lightly tap them. Take your coat off, get comfortable, you\'ll be here a while. Get the lay of the land, so-to-speak. Feel her ass cheeks; make sure her legs are still parted because you want clear access to her lips. You will want to check her moisture level from time to time, and to allow her to vent some of the eroticism she\'s feeling by playing with her clit, and plunging a couple of fingers deep in her; allowing her the pleasure of your penetration. Continue for a while squeezing and lightly tapping her ass just to get a good feel.
Did you remember to set up a safe word? I hope so, if you read the last article. But in case you\'ve not here is a good time to discuss safe words. Pick a nice safe word, one that would not be a commonly used word in this situation. Stop, is a bad safe word. Ouch, as I remind my wife, is NOT a safe word. I do that to give her a second to decide if Ouch was truly Ouch, please stop, or simply enjoyment of a well delivered blow to her lovely ass. \"Blue\" could be a good safe word, if you both will listen for it, and both remember the meaning of it.
In addition to a safe word, you also need to find a word or a motion that will let you know that she enjoyed a particular blow very much. A word that lets you know that you can spank her harder, or a word that means you hit a perfect spot, please remember it so that she may enjoy that feeling again. Are you getting the idea that this is a lot of responsibility for you as the dominant? Good, you are getting it right and you\'ll do well. You must work this entire scene and words (safe and forward) out ahead of time.
Begin by delivering a few nice soft but firm blows. Look for the areas on her ass and thighs she enjoys the most, and give you the most pleasure. Remember the good spots, and make a mental note to come back to them. Test her later on with harder blows, or more rapid blows so that you get a general picture of both of your likes and dislikes.
The force and frequency of your blows need to climb steadily. You should start soft and slow, and then a bit harder and than later a bit faster. Interchange slaps across her ass, with squeezing and caressing. Give her body time to fully enjoy the sharp sensation of the blow, and then the tenderness of your love for her. You are using her ass and thighs to work her out physically, mentally and emotionally. Don\'t be afraid to make her cry; she may need your spanking to release those emotions. Don\'t be afraid to hold her down in place as you deliver the spanking as long as she does not use her safe word; but at first you should remind her that squirming or ouch not even crying is a safe word. Make her feel reassured that you are watching for her safe word, but that you are going to take her to the edge and let her peek over and test the other side, until she uses her safe word.
As you land blows keep in mind that too many blows in one place tend to get painful and no fun for either of you; unless you are doing it on purpose. You\'ll learn that it is not always painful if she is already worked up enough. In that case it is a lot of fun and you should not hesitate to do it. Otherwise, switch cheeks; slap the lower part of her ass right by her thighs with a little upper movement on the hand to cup the ass cheek. Let your fingers linger and then plunge them deep inside her. If she\'s wet, pump her a few times, then remove your fingers and deliver additional blows where you know you\'ll enjoy the most. Observe her carefully and she\'ll teach you where you will achieve the best results by slapping, how hard, how often and for how long. Submissive women are not door mats, they are very intelligent and very strong women who simply need to be taken in hand, to be made, by sheer dominant will not brutality, to feel their submission. Let your manliness come out, peel away the years of political correctness, wash them away and enjoy the power exchange you both share. It is like nothing else.
As you do these scenes realize that the more you do them, the more you\'ll know and the further you can push her. Many women I\'ve talked to tell me that their Tops at first did not push them far enough and that they needed to be taken up there so that they could release totally. Don\'t be afraid to let the scene last a long while; but always keep an eye on her to make sure her blood flow is not compromised and make sure her breathing is normal (normal for the emotions she\'s feeling). Her safety is in your hands and no one else\'s.
Her mental and emotional state is yours to control, but it is also yours to observe. The deeper and deeper she goes into her submission she can get lost inside of herself, and now you have to take great care of her. Just as you took time to bring her to this level of release, you need to slowly bring her back down. This is when you have to be gentle with her and let her feel your presence and your continued control of her as she winds her way back down. Caressing and gentleness are the keys for after care of your girl.
Afterwards talk about how she felt, what she was thinking, what she wanted to feel more of, and what she wanted to feel less of during the scene. If she\'s reluctant to be open with you, remind her that as your submissive her thoughts around a scene you\'ve put together and delivered belong to you; both the good and the bad. Encourage her and reward her for open honest answers. This will only make your next scene far better than if you only had your thoughts and impressions to work from.
I encourage both Dominants as well as submissives to add to this posting by leaving comments describing your own feelings about spanking scenes that you\'ve been involved in, and help the beginners gain a better perspective by the variety of thoughts. To allow my own thoughts and experiences to guide is not sufficient. A beginner is eager to learn from you and I humbly ask that you add your thoughts to mine.
Suggestions for Men or Women Who Want to Be a Great Cock Sucker
Cock sucking can be successful or not depending on the techniques used by the sucker. As a preliminary step anyone who wants to suck a cock should know where the sensitive areas are of a man's sex organ.
The entire penis is sensitive to pressure and the pressure must be just so for the man to have an orgasm. Too much pressure and it will feel like your cock is being squeezed by a vise, too little and you won't even know you are receiving a blow job.
For most men, circumcised men that is, there is a spot just below the rim of the head where it meets the shaft that is extremely sensitive. I try and lick or lightly nibble on that spot for my lover. It is usually on the far side of the cock from the stomach. As well the whole rim of the mushroom head is often sensitive and you can increase the erotic sensations by running your tongue around the rim of the cock head.
Another sensitive area is the scrotum or ball sack, particularly if the man has shaved his pubic area. Licking the sack then taking each testicle in your mouth, gently of course, is sure to elicit a groan of approval in your lover. Cradling the testicles in your hand as you suck on his penis is often another way to raise the erotic temperature in your oral sex. Don't squeeze hard but cradle them and roll lightly with your fingers.
The urethra is the pipe through which that most valuable of liquids, semen, travels to be sent into your mouth or over your face or indeed into your bum. It is sensitive often and lightly licking it can be a real turn-on for your man, particularly if he has started to ooze pre-cum.
When a man produces pre-cum be sure to use it and enjoy it as well. I usually use it to lubricate the head of the penis before I swallow it.
There are various positions that offer better access for cock sucking depending of course on the length and breadth of your lovers cock. If you are faced with a long cock I have found that laying on a bed with your head over the edge gives your lover a nearly straight path for his cock to go down your throat. Be sure to practice on a large banana, preferably a straight one, and remember to breathe through your nose. As you get more practice you can move from a banana to an English cucumber and on to a zucchini. At present I am able to swallow a moderate size zucchini of 10 inches in length without gagging with the correct throat and mouth position.
A 69 position is also comfortable for mutual cock sucking. I prefer to be on top as I find it allows me to better swallow my man's cock and I find the bobbing up and down on a cock is easier on my neck than laying on my back and having him drive his cock down my throat, personal preference.
If your lover has a normal (4-6 inch) length cock then the most erotic position is to kneel before him on a pillow and let him fuck your face. My current lover and I kneel before a wall of mirrors where we can both glance sideways and see what is going on. He loves me to start the sucking but as he gets into the mood he grabs my head and fucks my face until he ejaculates.
Speaking of ejaculation you have various options; swallow or let your lover ejaculate down your throat. Pulling out and leaving only the cock head in your mouth lets you enjoy the force of his ejaculation and the taste of his semen. You then have the option of laying or sitting back and enjoying the ejaculate in your mouth before you swallow or even share some of it back with your lover. I love the taste and texture of semen and take my time savoring it as long as I can before I noisily swallow, something my lover likes to see and hear.
Some men like to continue the power trip after face fucking by cumming on you, it's a dominance thing and I for one am completely comfortable having him cum all over my face. If he cums a lot I often get a mouthful before he pulls out and sprays all over my face. He will often use his erect penis to gather up his semen from my face and feed it to me, something we both enjoy. I was at a local bathhouse once and I had 4 men cum on my face and I walked around the bathhouse naked with their semen dripping from my face, my own badge of courage. Finally one man was so turned on by my semen soaked face that he sucked me to my own orgasm and swallowed my cum.
If you wish to extend your lover's erotic enjoyment there are several ways to help him stop cumming prematurely. As he gets close, you can tell by the flaring of the cock head you can pull him out of your mouth and tightly encircle his cock at the base with your thumb and forefinger. This dampens the feeling and further delays orgasm. Another manner to stretch out his orgasm is to place a small ice cube in your mouth as you begin to suck his cock. The cold temperature temporarily deadens the nerve endings that are primarily in the cock head and delays orgasm until everything melts and warms up.
If you wish to extend your lover's erection (without the use of that little blue pill) take a wide elastic and place it over his cock and balls. This keeps the blood in the penis and keeps it stiff longer. Whether it will stay stiff after he ejaculates is another matter. Most men require some recharge time before they can cum again, they may be able to get an erection quickly after orgasm but cumming again is another matter. I allow my lover 10 or 15 minutes after he ejaculates into my mouth before I attempt to bring him off a second time. Often I will play the subservient sex slut by my voice and ask him if he would like to fuck my ass and that helps his erection to return and him to have another orgasm as he uses my ass to get his rocks off.
She Helped Me
For as long as I can remember, it has been a fantasy of mine to eat my own cum. As many other men with this fantasy, I have struggled in achieving the final destination, which is my cum covered fingers being sucked clean by my own tongue and mouth.
Philosophically speaking, I see no harm in eating your own semen and I certainly do not think it makes you gay. I have absolutely no desire to be with another man, I just feel that it is insanely hot to think about my own cum in my mouth, and oh so difficult to do. In high school, when I was limber and spry, I attempted autofellatio a few times and was able to taste my own cum through this method. I cannot say it is something I necessarily enjoyed at that time, but I was curious and it was obviously pleasurable.
Time progressed and I tried various other methods of penis to mouth/tongue/throat semen transfers. I made bribes and deals with myself, created games that were fixed to ensure the outcome ended with me eating my own cum, masturbated in public places with a high chance of someone catching me so that I would be forced to eat my cum in order to not be caught. Anyone else know how this feels? Alas, it seemed that every time I convinced myself to eat my own cum, and every time I was sure I would eat it, that this was finally going to be the time I licked my fingers clean, I chickened out. As I have tasted my own cum a few times, I can tell you that I do not dislike the taste...mine barely has a taste. I am not grossed out by the texture at all. I quite like the warm, gooey feeling of it. It is just that every time I begin to orgasm, I completely lose the desire to eat my cum.
Well, having failed so many times in my endeavors, I decided to talk to my girlfriend about this fantasy. Over the years that we have been together, I knew I could trust her with my kinky fantasy. I figured that it was a fantasy of mine and if she had no desire to partake in this with me, then it did not need to progress any further. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
The first time I brought it up to her she was a bit startled. We were living in different states at the time and I brought it up over the phone during phone sex foreplay. We were discussing different fantasies and turn-ons when I casually asked her if she would like me to clean her up when we were done. She was a bit confused and asked what I meant. I told her that it was a fantasy of mine to eat my own cum.
We discussed the details of this for a few minutes and continued our mutual masturbations.
She could tell by my breathing that I was approaching orgasm and softly whispered over the phone that she would enjoy it if I ate my cum for her. The thought of licking my fingers clean for her caused everything in my genitals to ache for sweet relief. As I orgasmed, I held the head of my penis in my left hand and this opened my hole.
I watched as my semen slowly bubbled out and overflowed my swollen head. My index finger and thumb were covered with globs of my semen. When I could speak again, she asked me if I liked the taste or not and I confessed that I had not held up my end of the bargain. She asked if I was afraid of it. I told her that I was not afraid of it; it was just that I had lost the desire to.
She began whining and said that the thought of me cleaning myself up was so beautiful to her that she did not think she could cum unless I ate it all. After some persuading, she convinced me to gather it all on my index finger and thumb and to just do it for her. She instructed me to not just clog my nose, throw it all in, and swallow. She told me that she wanted me to enjoy it, to try to describe the taste for her. I politely obliged. I slowly licked nearly half of my load on the first swipe. I rolled it around my tongue for a few moments, tasted the saltiness of it and not much more. I asked her for permission to swallow it and she allowed me to.
She asked me if I liked it or not. I responded with the fact that it certainly was not the worst tasting stuff in the world. I followed that up with a few minutes of discussion regarding the texture and the feelings I had as it slid across my tongue and down my throat. I finished cleaning my hand and talked to her about other ways we could act upon this fetish. Upon hearing all this, it was her turn to orgasm and writhe in ecstasy.
That was the last time I was able to eat my own cum on my own. We have talked during foreplay about it, I have talked to her about licking my cum off her beautiful breasts, I have made deals with her that if I cum before her I will gladly finish her orgasm by eating my cum from inside her, and I have told her that I would love to make out after a blowjob, trading my cum between her mouth and mine. And every time, without fail, I lose the courage to follow through once I begin to orgasm. We chuckle and shrug it off as if it is no big deal.
Anyone else with this fantasy knows that it is indeed a big deal. Sometimes, it is all we can think about. I find myself obsessing over it mentally during the day. We talked about all this, my frustration, different ways we could enjoy it...my personal favorite is the thought of tying me to the bed and 69'ing, the first one to orgasm gets to eat my cum.
However, all the talking we had done never amounted to anything more than talk. After a year and a half, I had kind of given up hope and quit talking about this fantasy. Then, one evening over a candle light dinner, I brought the subject up again. I told her that once I started to cum, I would chicken out and lose all desire to eat it. I practically begged her over our table to feed it to me. She said she completely understood my feelings and that even though she would love to share this with me, she was not going to force me to do something I could not bring myself to do.
I said to her, it is obviously a desire I have, and I am asking you to do this for me. I continued by saying, I am asking you now, before we get to the bedroom, that whatever happens tonight, I want you to feed me my cum and I beg you to not allow me to chicken out. I made her deal at that moment, that we wouldn't talk about it anymore, she would understand that after I began to cum there was no way I would ask her to feed me my cum, and that she would just do it.
When we finally reached the bedroom, she gently laid me down on the bed and removed my clothing. My pants got on my penis as she pulled them down, haphazardly flinging my erect member to the side. She undressed in the dark, light pouring in through the drapes and dancing off her beautiful body. I could clearly make out her nipples, puffy and swollen, calling out to me. I could see her sweet pussy dampened, dripping at the thought of our dinner conversation. She slid over my cock, which was straining with desire, gently brushing the shaft with her breasts.
I could have easily came at the slightest breeze. She laid down beside, grabbed a cock ring and slowly rolled it down the length of my penis, lingering for just a moment with my aching head in her hand. She kissed me sweetly and asked me to masturbate for her. I gladly obliged, slowly pulling and tugging on my throbbing penis which was begging for sweet release. After nearly a minute, she told me that she would like to know when I was going to come so she could catch it in her hand.
I knew I could not take the agony much longer. Within thirty seconds I was ready to cum. True to her word, she cupped her hand over the head of my penis as I began to come. The tension of dreaming of this moment for so long, the sexual build up throughout the day and the conversation at dinner resulted in what seemed like a massive load of semen. I filled her hand and some slid out, down the side of my penis, resting on my shaved pubic region. Without saying a word, she brought her hand to my mouth. I had my mouth open; awaiting the sweet reward we had talked so much about.
She opened her hand and let my cum slide into my mouth. My cum hit my tongue, tasting sweet and salty. It flowed over my tongue and throughout my mouth, coming to rest in the back, waiting to be swallowed. I savored the moment, trying to memorize it. I wanted to remember the smells, the tastes, the feelings; for surely, this was altogether the kinkiest and hottest thing I had ever done.
She smiled at me, reached down to my quickly shriveling penis, scooped up the cum we had spilled, brought her finger between our mouths and asked if I wanted to lick it with her. We began to lick her finger together, our tongues chasing my cum up and down and back and forth between our mouths.
It was truly an amazing night.
Financial domination.
Welcome to my realm of compelling financial domination. I am your deepest desire, your secret fantasy, and of course your wildest dreams come true. I am your mistress, and I will take pleasure in you giving me everything I want. Of course with your money, and your gifts. You will confess to me, how much you need my discipline and guidance. Admit how much I understand your desires, because of course I do. I know you want to please me, and agree to embrace my every wish. You know its your destiny, dont you? You cant resist Me. Only very special slaves get my attention, and of course you do want to be special to me, dont you. I believe the greatest gift a woman can possess is beauty. You will worship my beauty and give me everything I desire.
You will serve me with each and every breath that you take. You will worship me and me alone. I will become the only reason for your being. Your true reason for being. No longer will you be alone or on your own, you will live for me, I will become your true and one and only obsession.
Money and power go hand in hand. One cannot exist without the other. Money can be an incredibly powerful sexual aphrodisiac. Giving, and taking, money can become an intense sexual fetish. Almost all money slaves experience an incomparable sexual gratification, and a vast emotional satisfaction, from the act of giving.
The Private Party
The invitation arrived with the mail on Tuesday. At first Beth dismissed it, thinking it was another credit card offer. But just as the attractive housewife was about to toss the envelope in the trash, something about it caught her attention -- there was no stamp. The expensive black envelope also had no return address; it simply was a glossy black envelope with an embossed gold label reading: \\\'Mr. & Mrs. Robert West. . .Confidential\\\'.
Now curious, Beth put the other mail down and carefully opened the thick flap and removed the heavy gold-embossed card. She turned it over looking for any signs of familiarity or recognition about the sender before she slowly read the cursive message:
\\\'You have been recommended by a close, but anonymous, personal acquaintance to receive this invitation to attend a very exclusive private party. The occasion cannot be discussed at this time. . .except to assure you that any concern or reservation you may have about the legitimacy of this greeting is unwarranted. This is no gimmick or advertisement. Similarly, any and all expectations you might have about the evening will surely be exceeded. In many respects, this invitation represents the most intimate of opportunities for you as husband and wife. The party will be held the First Day of May at 8:00 p.m. sharp. Dress is semiformal. Due to the exclusive nature of this invitation, your immediate attention is critical. Please RSVP to the phone number below at your earliest convenience. You will be given additional details at that time. I look forward to the pleasure of your company. Regards, Your Host\\\'
How mysterious, Beth thought. She turned the card over again a few times trying to find any clues about its origin, but there was nothing. Finally she sighed and put the invitation aside with the intention of discussing it with her husband when he arrived home from work.
Bob and Beth West enjoyed a typical, upper middle-class lifestyle in the suburbs. Both in their thirties, the couple was attractive and outgoing. Beth enjoyed her role as full-time homemaker and mother of two beautiful daughters. Bob\\\'s career as an investment advisor was just starting to take off. And while the family was not wealthy yet, they were certainly very comfortable in their handsome, upscale home in a quiet neighborhood with many families of similar background.
The Wests were friendly and fairly social; but since the girls came along, Bob and Beth remained at home with their kids more often than not -- only occasionally going out with a small circle of friends. . .or a rare husband and wife date. In fact, life had settled into a sort of vanilla-flavored routine without much variation. It\\\'s not something that Beth or Bob really noticed or even minded. But, every once-in-a-while, both entertained secret fleeting thoughts that perhaps it would be nice to spice things up a little.
Even in the bedroom the relationship was normal and satisfactory for the married couple. They made love regularly -- usually on the weekends -- and they both shared devotion and affection for each other. There had never been any major problems or obstacles in the marriage, so there had never been any reason for either to consider infidelity. Still, if you were to ask Bob and Beth to be honest and direct, both would admit that something was missing in their lives -- something that neither of them could really identify or explain.
\\\"I have no clue what this is about,\\\" Bob said as he looked over the invitation that evening. \\\"Probably some sales or real estate trap. . .or maybe one of those Amway things. But, no postmark or return address, huh? That\\\'s strange.\\\"
\\\"I know. . .\\\" Beth agreed. \\\"It was in the mailbox with the other mail, though. You think somebody hand-delivered it?\\\"
\\\"Probably. . .I dunno. What do you think? Guess it wouldn\\\'t hurt to at least call and find out what the deal is. I\\\'d like to find out who sent it.\\\"
Beth had been thinking about the card on and off all day. The possibility that the invitation was legitimate had certainly crossed her mind; and, quite honestly, the idea was exciting. It had been ages since they\\\'d attended a real party. An elegant, \\\"exclusive\\\" gathering they could dress up for might be just what the doctor ordered. \\\"Sure, might as well see what it\\\'s about. . .\\\" she finally said.
Bob dialed the number and a deep male voice immediately answered, \\\"Yes. . .?\\\"
\\\"This is Bob West. . .I received an invitation in my mailbox for a party, and. . .\\\"
\\\"Yes, of course Mr. West,\\\" the voice cut him off. \\\"Thank you for your quick response. We sincerely hope you and your wife do not have any conflicts that evening. May I confirm your attendance?\\\"
\\\"Hold up!\\\" Bob shot back, slightly annoyed. \\\"I have a few questions. What is all this about? Who are you and how did you get my name? You should know up front that we are not interested in any sales pitches or time-share opportunities. . .\\\"
\\\"I assure you, Mr. West, that the festivities have absolutely nothing to do with sales or marketing. In fact, nothing will be required of you other than your presence. The pleasure of your company is all that is expected. This is a very exclusive party that you and your wife have been specifically recommended for and invited to attend. You should feel privileged. I\\\'m confident you will thoroughly enjoy the evening.\\\"
\\\"Who are you and who recommended us?\\\"
\\\"I\\\'m afraid that information is confidential, to protect the valued privacy of our guests. I can only say that it is someone you trust.\\\"
\\\"I don\\\'t like surprises. . .\\\" Bob said sharply. \\\"This all sounds a little strange.\\\"
\\\"I understand your trepidation, Mr. West. Please understand that you have nothing to be concerned about. This will be a most enjoyable evening for both or you. . .perhaps the most unique and entertaining experience you will ever have. Now, may I confirm your reservation?\\\"
\\\"Hang on a sec. . .\\\" Bob placed his hand over the mouthpiece and looked over at his wife who had been listening carefully to his side of the conversation. \\\"He says it\\\'s all legit and that we\\\'ll have a great time. But he won\\\'t say who he is or why we were picked to go. I dunno. . .what do you think?\\\"
\\\"Sounds kind of creepy. . .but also sort of intriguing, you know? I guess we could always leave if it\\\'s bogus,\\\" Beth said thoughtfully. \\\"What do we have to lose?\\\"
Bob considered it for a moment, then uncovered the phone. \\\"Yeah, OK, we\\\'ll RSVP. But this better not be a put on. When is it again?\\\"
\\\"May the First at 8 p.m. And may I congratulate you both on your decision. Drinks and dinner will be served, followed by entertainment. Please be prompt. As the invitation suggests, the dress is semiformal. Do you have something to take down the location?\\\"
\\\"Yeah. . .hang on. OK, go ahead.\\\"
\\\"The address is 1591 Peacock Way. Are you familiar with the area?\\\"
Bob immediately recognized a very affluent section of their community. He did have several acquaintances and clients who lived there. \\\"All right, I know where that is.\\\"
\\\"Good. When you arrive, you will be asked for a password. This is simply to insure privacy and to prevent admittance to any uninvited guests. The password is \\\'Royal\\\'. Please do not share the information -- the password or the address -- with anyone. Is this completely understood and agreeable to you?\\\"
\\\"Yes. . .I think so,\\\" Bob answered -- a million thoughts swirling in his head. He was still suspicious.
\\\"Fine,\\\" said the voice. \\\"You will be pleased you attended. You and your wife will have a wonderful experience. Again, we look forward to the pleasure of your company. Good evening.\\\" The line went dead.
Bob and Beth discussed the strange events for a long time. Bob was still fairly convinced that the whole thing was some kind of scam. While Beth shared her husband\\\'s hesitancy, she also allowed herself to privately think about the excitement of a lavish night out. It sounded fun and exotic, and she was already making plans to shop for a new outfit.
Everyday life took over and the couple all but forgot about the party. Beth did manage to schedule a babysitter and slip out one day to buy a slinky cocktail dress and a few accessories. When the day finally arrived, the housewife splurged on a full make over at an upscale spa and salon. She emerged feeling refreshed and pretty -- her hair and makeup were styled to perfection and she felt exhilarated about the evening to come.
Bob had been doing some half-hearted investigation about the party, trying to discover anything about who had sent the invitation or which of their friends had recommended them. But he was drawing a blank; nobody knew about it, and finally he resigned himself to the fact that he would just have to find out what was going on when he got there.
Later that evening, Beth stood in front of a full-length mirror getting ready. She had picked up some new under things at Victoria\\\'s Secret -- a black satin thong-panty and bra set -- which she admired on her petite, trim body. Beth was indeed a beauty: 5\\\'4\\\" with raven-colored hair cut in a cute page-boy style with soft curls turned under at the ends to frame her pretty face. Tonight her hair was swept up behind her ears to her favorite antique comb clip, then cascading down in a fall past her slender neck to her shoulders. Her eyes were smoldering green and fiery. At 34, Beth kept herself in fantastic shape with lots of exercise and a sensible diet. She had fresh, soft features that made her face look much y...er than her years -- almost girlish; yet her figure was alluring and womanly with high, firm breasts that strained against the encasement of the shiny bra. Her stomach was flat and tight, and her naturally olive skin glowed with an almost perpetual tan.
Bob came into the bedroom from the shower and couldn\\\'t help feeling like a lucky man. He lustfully admired his wife\\\'s gorgeous features as she dressed -- gazing at the twin globes of her taut, round bottom just as she slid her tiny black dress down and over her hips. The dress was tastefully short and showed off her silky-smooth legs with no need for pantyhose. She looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled seductively. \\\"You like?\\\"
\\\"Yeah. . .something new?\\\"
\\\"Oh. . .just some old rag I found,\\\" she giggled. \\\"Not too expensive.\\\"
\\\"Right. . .\\\" he snickered, knowing very well his wife\\\'s expensive taste. \\\"Well, you\\\'d look fabulous in Goodwill stuff.\\\"
\\\"Sir. . .flattery will get you everywhere!\\\" she laughed as she completed her outfit with a short little sequined black jacket.
After giving the babysitter some final instructions, Bob and Beth headed out to find the address. Soon they were winding through the lush landscaping and manicured lawns of the city\\\'s most exclusive area. The gates and walls got higher and the impressive homes got bigger the farther they traveled up Peacock Way. Finally they found 1591. The sun was setting as they turned through a magnificent iron gate onto a long paved driveway. Slowly they passed the immense grounds of the estate with giant trees, football- field-sized lawns, and almost every kind of flowers, hedges, and shrubbery imaginable.
At the end of the driveway was a truly astonishing house that almost looked like a hotel. The architecture was superb. Outdoor spotlights were already casting a soft glow to the giant structure, and a monstrous chandelier hung inside a mammoth archway that served as the entrance. A large fountain was positioned directly in front of the house, and there was a circular gravel drive around the fountain forming the parking area. Several expensive cars were already positioned there and a uniformed parking valet waited for Bob and Beth to stop in front of him. \\\"I\\\'ve seen better. . .\\\" Bob joked, but the couple couldn\\\'t help being impressed by the residence.
After giving the keys to the courteous attendant, Bob and his wife made their way up the long walkway to the gigantic front door. Before they could knock, the door swung open and a handsome man wearing what looked to like a butler\\\'s uniform greeted them with a pleasant smile. \\\"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs.\\\'W\\\', may I have the password please?\\\"
Beth and Bob were shocked that this stranger seemed to know them. . .at least by their initial. Bob stared straight into the man\\\'s deep blue eyes as if to size him up for a moment. \\\"Royal,\\\" he finally said firmly.
\\\"Very good. . .thank you. Please follow me.\\\" The man led them into the house and down a long, dimly lit corridor. The Wests followed close behind -- gazing at the many fine and expensive furnishings and decor of the mansion. At last they came to a large room that was obviously the library. Each of the walls were stacked from the floor to the high ceiling with a myriad of books neatly arranged in tall oak shelves. Spread throughout the center of the room were groupings of overstuffed leather chairs and couches for lounging and reading. It was quite a comfortable and inviting room.
Several couples were already mingling and chatting softly. A small staff of waiters served cocktails and hors d\\\'oeuvres. Bob immediately scanned the gathering to see if he recognized anyone. All of the guests looked very similar in age; they all seemed to be in their mid-thirties, married, attractive, and well-off. There were three or four couples. . .then Bob suddenly spotted someone he knew; it was Dan -- a stockbroker friend he often played racquetball with. Dan saw him too and waved with a smile.
But before Bob and Beth could move over to their friend, the butler was in front of them again holding two jewelry boxes. \\\"A gift from your host. Please put these on and wear them throughout the evening. It is like an identification badge. One of the house rules asks guests not to refer to each other by their given names, but instead to use only initials. . .for privacy. I trust you will respect this simple request.\\\"
Again something strange and mysterious. Bob and Beth glanced at each other questioningly as they opened the boxes. Inside were golden medallions engraved with the initials of their first names: \\\'B\\\'. The finely-crafted disks were attached to satin ribbons to hang around the neck. Bob\\\'s ribbon was purple and Beth\\\'s was pink. They put the pendants on and made their way toward Dan, or \\\'D\\\' as his medallion identified him.
\\\"Welcome, welcome!\\\" he exclaimed, smiling broadly. \\\"I\\\'m so glad you could make it. I\\\'ve been looking forward to this for a long time.\\\" D gave both of them a warm hug. \\\"You remember my wife, \\\'M\\\'. . .\\\"
The couples exchanged greetings and hugs. \\\"What\\\'s this all about?\\\" Bob finally asked. \\\"Who\\\'s house is this?\\\"
\\\"I\\\'m afraid I can\\\'t tell you, buddy. . .\\\" D said, \\\"But you and your wife are in for one helluva great time tonight. You don\\\'t have any idea how hard it is to even be considered for one of these things. I had to pull some serious strings.\\\"
\\\"Thanks, I guess. But damn. . .I have so many questions. Who are these people? Bob asked, still confused. \\\"And why is everybody so protective of their privacy? I mean, this only using people\\\'s initials thing is a little bizarre.\\\"
\\\"Trust me,\\\" D chuckled. \\\"All your questions will be answered soon. In the meantime, just relax and enjoy yourselves. Get to know the other guests. Amazing place, huh? You have to admit this is probably not what you were expecting.\\\"
\\\"We didn\\\'t know what to expect. . .\\\" Beth piped up. \\\"But I certainly agree with you. This place is amazing.\\\"
\\\"You haven\\\'t seen anything yet! Enjoy yourselves. . .we\\\'ll keep an eye out for you.\\\" D grinned and his wife winked at Bob as the couple moved off to visit with some of the other guests.
Bob watched them go, secretly enjoying the way Dan\\\'s wife looked in her shiny gold dress. Truth be known, Bob had always considered Mandy to be a \\\"looker\\\"; she was taller than Beth, probably 5-7, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to be teasing him whenever they spoke. M had a fantastic figure with big, full breasts and a shapely ass that undulated seductively in her tight gown as she moved away. Bob watched her go until Beth noticed where he was gazing and punched him playfully on the shoulder.
There were only two other couples in the room. Soon Bob and Beth met and visited briefly with both. \\\'S\\\' was a big, ruggedly- handsome man who looked like a former football player. Rock- solid from head to toe, he shook Bob\\\'s hand firmly then surprised Beth by taking her small hand in his huge paw and kissing it lightly. His hazel eyes stared deep into hers as he smiled warmly. Beth liked his friendly, relaxed manner instantly and couldn\\\'t help fixing her gaze on him as he introduced his wife, \\\'T\\\', a lovely, tall redhead. Bob and T chatted for a few minutes, while S turned his attention back to Beth.
\\\"So, this is your first time here, huh? I\\\'m so glad you came,\\\" S said smoothly; everything about him seemed to smile at Beth. She liked the way the soft tan-lines around his eyes wrinkled slightly when he laughed. There was a slight touch of grey at the sides of his full head of sandy-colored hair, but it just made him look that much more distinguished and attractive, Beth thought. He really was a good looking man.
\\\"Yes, we are still kind of trying to figure out how we got here,\\\" she answered. \\\"It\\\'s all kind of mysterious, isn\\\'t it? Do you know the hosts?\\\"
S laughed with delight. \\\"I\\\'m not sure any of us really know each other very well. We\\\'ve been to one or two of these parties, but, like you said. . .it\\\'s all rather mysterious. That\\\'s what makes it all so exciting. Don\\\'t you agree?\\\"
\\\"I suppose, yes, I guess it is kind of exciting. I\\\'m looking forward to finding out what else will happen,\\\" Beth admitted.
\\\"So am I. . .\\\" said S softly, gazing at her again in a way that almost made her knees weak.
The other couple was \\\'J\\\' and \\\'V\\\', a black husband and wife. Like the others at the party they looked like they were in their thirties and very attractive -- almost exotic looking. Bob and Beth soon discovered that it was this couple\\\'s first time here too -- and they were as mystified as the Wests. J, the husband, was also very solidly built and fairly tall -- perhaps 6\\\'5\\\". Bob thought he must be a former athlete as well. J\\\'s wife, V, was voluptuous in every sense of the word. She wore a beautiful multi-colored dress made from a gauzy material that almost looked like scarves tied together; it accentuated her generous curves extremely well, and she caught the eye of every man in the room as she moved gracefully about.
After about 30 minutes -- when the couples had a chance to introduce themselves and sample some of the excellent champagne and appetizers -- a man Beth and Bob had not seen before stepped quietly into the library. He was large, muscular, completely bald, and he was wearing a uniform similar to the butler who had met them at the door. The man moved to the middle of the small group and rang a little bell to get their attention.
\\\"Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of your host, may I offer you warmest greetings and appreciation for attending the party. My name is Mr. Kensington. I have been asked to represent the owner of the estate who sends his deepest regret that he is not able to join you personally tonight. But I have been instructed to extend to you, his dear guests, every courtesy and to provide for your every need while you are with us. Some of you are here for the first time. To you in particular we extend our warmest greetings and sincere wish that you will enjoy a most memorable evening.
In a few moments dinner will be served in the dining room next door. Afterwards, some very special entertainment has been arranged for you in the ballroom. Prior to that, however, I will have some additional information and instructions to share with you. As you enjoy dinner, please remember to respect the request to use only the initials on your medallions as you visit with and refer to one another. Thank you for your cooperation. And now, ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served. . .\\\"
My Wife's Fantasy Lover. Part 4.
Saturday morning we got up and had a light breakfast out by the pool, in the fresh morning air. Kari again walking around, her breast jiggling underneath her robe as Hunter and I both praying for it to fall open.
Then Hunter and I hit the gym and Kari went to the spa for a morning facial and pedicure.
After lunch we made it back home. I donned my suit, grabbed some books and headed for the pool. Hunter was already there. When Kari got home she poked her head out, said 'Hi' and went straight into the bedroom and changed.
When she appeared though the sliding glass door I was in shock.
I couldn't believe she had walked out in that suit. She had never been out in public in it, accept for some island natives, and me when we were on vacation.
But she did look great standing there with a Pina Colata in each hand and the tiny suit pulled high up on her hips. The tiny triangle top of thin fabric was clinging to her breasts and showing their shape as though it was wet paper.
Kari walked over and peaked down at us from behind her shades. "Bet you guys are thirsty." She said.
This was a suit she had only worn that once when we were in the islands with no one around. 'Much too bold for most American beaches and banned on some. The reason was apparent when she turned around to lay her towel across the lounge chair.
The back of it was nothing more than a tiny strap that tucked neatly into the crack of her ass, hiding there and completely exposing her rear, as though she were completely nude from the back. The front of the bottom was slim, only covering the essentials. This was not like her at all to let Hunter see her like this, not like this.
It turned me on that she was being this open and making sure to be that sexy around him. But she was doing exactly as I'd told her. I had never seen him quiet this uncomfortable. He was looking at her all he could, but was silent and not wanting us to notice that he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.
After we'd been there talking and sunning for a few minutes, Kari asked if I would put some oil on her back. Hunter tossed me the suntan oil and I moved over to her chair where she rolled over onto her stomach and untied her top; her fine bare buns waiting for attention.
I squirted the oil up and down her calves and began rubbing it in, then I looked over at Hunter watching me.
"Hunter, I'm sorry! Your are our guest. I should have let you do the honors." I said.
"Oh, that's OK!" He said.
I looked down at her almost bare ass and thought of him rubbing oil into it.
"Naaaaa!" I said. "Come on. I'll take the high road. You can take the low road. "That OK with you Hon?" I asked Kari.
She turned her head toward us and smiled.
"Hmmm, sounds fine with me
but does that mean I'll have to oil you two down when you need it?" She asked.
I thought for a sec. "Yep!" I said. "Whether we need it or not."
"Hmmm. OK." She said nonchalantly laying her head down as though she was going to take nap.
With that, Hunter was out of his chair and on his way over.
I oiled her back down and handed him the bottle. He oiled her calves and we began to rub her good, messaging as we went. I worked my way up her the small of her back, as he worked around her feet and calves, moving up to the back of her thighs.
As he got to the top of her thighs I noticed he lingered. Moving his hand around them, messaging the oil in. I saw her legs slowly spread and her ass slightly arching up, giving him more access between her legs. As his hand moved inside I could see him trying to inch closer and closer to her pussy without being noticed.
My Wife's Fantasy Lover. Part 3.
Then the day came that changed everything.
Hunter phoned wanting to know if he could crash with me for a couple of days, at least until he could find a new place to live. They had decided to mutually 'call it quits'.
I knew that it would be fine with Kari. I felt bad for Hunter but at the same time I had an excitement tingling in my groin about him staying in the same house with us, so I told him to pack up and come on over.
"Ohhh, I think it could be fun." Kari said with a twinkle. "Be nice having two men around the house." She winked and smiled as she went off to the kitchen as though nothing else needed to be said.
The first few nights were not much out of the normal, other than there was a third person watching TV with us at night. We ate out some, and we settled into 'living as three' around the house.
As he became more comfortable, it became apparent that he began to lightly flirt with Kari a bit more, especially if I was not in the same room
Thursday night in bed, I told Kari I'd seen how he was flirting with her and she came to his defense, saying "Oh you know how Hunter is. And besides he's not had any affection from a woman in a long time." She said. "I'm just trying to make him feel at home."
"I know," I said. "I think its fun, sort of exciting, like one of our fantasy games. I like him flirting with you. You can show him what it's like to have a sexy woman in the house. And I want you to enjoy him being here too."
"Won't make you jealous?" She asked. "I mean right in front of you? He is your best friend."
"You know me. It'll probably make me jealous, but it'll turn me on more." I said.
"Hmmm, cool!" She said. "I just didn't know if this made you uncomfortable, him living right here in the house and all. You know?" She said to be sure where I stood.
I assured her that I'd love it.
"It can sort of be like we are a menage in tuio, without the sex." I said. "Our Fantasy Night Game with a new slant."
"Oooooooouuu!" She said excited. "I think my pussy just got wet. I like that. So, you want me to play like we are a threesome just no sex? Is that right?" She asked, tickled at the hopeful return of our mental playtime.
"That's right." I said. "From now on 'Fantasy Rules Apply' for as long as he stays with us, and you have to do what ever I say."
"Ohhhh gaaa! You know how this turns me on." She said. "And I can do what ever I want?"
"Yep?" I said. "What ever you want?"
"Sure?" She said squirming a little.
"K!" I said. The first thing I want you to do is, to gently turn him on. Not by coming on to him, but I want you to just be sexy around the house for him.
"Oouuuu! God I love the way you think!" She said giving me a peck on the cheek and guiding my hand to her wet pussy. "Damn you are a sexy man!"
Friday morning she walked out of the shower wet and looking gorgeous.
The water was running down her flat stomach to her trimmed blonde pubic hair, and her breasts stood out to begging for attention.
I looked down and saw that something looked a little different.
"You trimmed your pussy!" I said.
She'd always kept her pubic hair neatly cut back, but now there was something different.
She walked over to me, and reached down putting her fingers over the patch of hair above her lips. Then she put one foot on the side of the bed and pulled up on the area above the her pussy, stretching the lips and pulling them up where I could see them more. She had shaved, just between her legs around the lower part of her lip area.
Seeing her lips even just a little made her pussy look so much more inviting. I wished she had shaved all around her lips and all her hair for that matter, but I was thankful for what she did. I wanted to go down on her right there and then.
I knew why she had done it. I had told her how Hunter turned to butter at shaved pussy lips. He'd always wanted his wife to shave hers, but she kept a big black bush instead.
"Oh, I just thought it would make me feel sexier." She smiled. You know?" Her attitude sending a twinge through me.
"What do want me to fix the two of you for breakfast honey?" She asked.
"Something sexy." I said.
She smiled. "You got it!"
The last few days she had been dressing as a wife would normally, if they had guest in the house. After my shower I walked into the kitchen. She had on a sexy house robe wrapped at the waist, leaving the top bloused loosely enough that, on occasion, it would open, revealing much of her breast without quiet showing a nipple.
When Hunter came in, he was obviously nervous, noticing it right away. It was one of those scenarios where you could not help trying to look, but trying to keep from getting caught.
I thought the crowning moment came when she leaned over to pour cream into his cereal. One breast was hanging in full view against the fabric trying to escape. He and I both sat in our silent thoughts.
"Hunter, I have a proposal." She said. "Why don't you just stay here as long as you want, so there is no rush to go out and find an apartment." She looked over at me.
"Fine with me." I said, liking the idea.
"You have enough stress on you with the divorce and all. This way you can just relax and find the place you want without rushing into it." She said.
In short order it was settled and we all went off to work with a new attitude.
My Wife's Fantasy Lover. Part 2.
Hunter and I had been the best of friends for years. I had gone into art and he had gone into pharmacy.
We had played ball together, roomed together and had more than a few wild times. Two crazy, single guys, always looking for a couple of sexy women.
Even before she had told me that she fantasized about him, I knew that Hunter turned Kari on. It was easy to tell by the 'just lingering' touches on his arm or the way she would giggle and flip her hair when he was around.
And her pussy got immediately and especially wet, those times it was Hunter that she told me she was imagining that was fucking her.
I didn't mind. It actually turned me on. I told her that I liked it that he turned her on.
"Geeez, he's my best friend. I trust you two." I said, wanting her to feel the freedom to flirt with him when I was around.
Once I blindfolded her and tied her to the bed, she loved it. I toyed with her, teasing her, talking to her about Hunter, knowing that would bring
a warm responds. I told her that I had shared with him all about how sexy and nasty she was in bed and about what an erotic pussy she had. "Sexy pussies are his downfall, especially if they are shaved." I told her.
Then I told her that I had a surprise for her. I told her that tonight I had invited Hunter over and I was going to let him fuck her while she lay there tied to the bed.
I went out of the room and came back in not speaking, but teased her unmercifully and fucked her as if I was a silent Hunter.
She talked nastier to him than ever before. This was the most turned on that I had seen her. There was no doubt that there was a special fire in her for him.
Time went on and we played other sexy games, but I always remembered how damned turned on she had gotten that night with Hunter in her mind, fucking her.
Hunter was a nice looking, broad shouldered kinda of guy and great fun, though he is not quiet as outward as I am. He's the type that would never want to offend anyone or harm a relationship, so when he warms up to Kari it's always when he thinks I'm not in the room.
His wife, unlike mine, became very conservative after they were married, which was not what he wanted at all. He was a true blue husband though and stood by the choices he had made.
Hunter has always joked to Kari that 'if she ever got tired of me that he would be there waiting'.
We got drunk one boys night out and he confessed that he would love to see her nude and especially that pussy that I'd told him about. What he would give to have a woman that erotic in bed and attractive to boot.
"Been too, too long since I've felt the stirrings from a real woman." He stammered. "I feel doomed to a live of none stimulating sex. Hell! My wife doesn't' even like having oral sex anymore, let alone getting kinky with me." He, and his bottle of 1800, confided with me.
After our conversation I decided I'd 'fan the fire'. I began to tell him more about how nasty she was in bed, how she loved to play sexy games. I would tell him how beautiful her breast and nipples were, not to mention her luscious pussy, all the things that I knew stimulated him so badly. I wanted him turned on to Kari.
Then when I'd talk with Kari, I'd always find some subtle ways to let her know that she turned him on. Sometimes she would almost act as though she didn't hear me, but I knew her, and could tell that it always sparked her interest.
I'd already told her things about him, like the fact that he had a huge cock. One of Kari's blue ribbon arousal buttons.
Then I'd enjoy watching them subtly react with each other when the four of us would get together, or he when he would drop by to go golfing. There would be a sexual tension in the air around them.
My Wife\'s Fantasy Lover
Chapter 1
My wife Kari and I have always had a good sex life and a good fantasy life. This story may begin easy, but like my wife, it gets nastier the further it goes.
She is the attractive, but normal and unassuming everyday woman in the office, at least on the outside. But underneath, she\'s a sexy woman that has always wanted to be let out of her cage of \'conservative upbringing\'. She just has trouble letting herself go.
I am a Creative Director for an ad agency and Kari works in a studio across town. We both need our lives to be creative in all aspects, and especially enjoy creativity in the bedroom.
Our trust has allowed us to openly share our wildest fantasies with each other, some of which involved people outside our marriage, but we made a decision early on, not to cross that boundary.
We chose to develop a wild and vivid fantasy life instead, being free to have fun within our marriage. We came up with what we call \'The Fantasy Night Rules\'. This included imagining fantasy lovers in bed and having \'special fantasy nights\'. This we could do without crossing the boundary of the actual reality of having other sexual partners.
Kari is the one that put the limit on our fantasies. \"Fantasies are fantasies and reality is reality, and to keep a healthy marriage we should keep the two separate.\"
Our fantasy rules are, or maybe I should say were: She has to do what ever I tell her to, within the limitations of the rules. She can do what ever she wants within the limitations of the rules and I can not stop her. No actual oral sex or making love with another person. (kissing and feeling is allowed when ever she wants it) She must leave with me.
She loves it when I make her do sexy things and dress sexy on those special nights, especially when we are out of town and no one knows us. We found that, that excites us the most.
I shared with her how\'I\'d like to see another man make love to her and how much it would turn me on if she really enjoyed it\'.
She told me how, \'she would like to be tied up and forced to have sex with several men at once and how she would want them to treat her like a slut\'.
She said. \"Oh, I think deep down inside most red blooded girls has had that fantasy at one time or another! Being controlled and made to do it, that relieves us of \'the guilt so we can enjoy it\'.\" She smiled innocently.
She and I loved hearing each other\'s fantasies. A couple of times we acted as though we were going to make the others fantasy actually come true.
Once she called me after work and left me a message on my answering service that she was out having drinks an old boyfriend of hers, and might be home late. She had told me about him. \'A great lover, though not much more\'.
She giggled on the phone and told me she didn\'t think I\'d mind and promised to give me all the lusty details, which she did the next morning. Telling me a very detailed but fabricated story.
For days she made live with the reality, that she had actually had sex with him, before confessing that she had only told me the tale to turn me on.
\"I think you would have actually let me do it!\" She said, a bit shocked that I didn\'t get mad about it.
I once had an out of town client that was getting married, and I really had to attend. I told Kari, as though it was deadly true, that \'the boys\' had hired a girl to serve drinks to them at the hotel room, before they all went \'out on the town\'. Something had happened and the girl couldn\'t make it, and they could not find anyone to replace her. Kari once worked in a restaurant serving and I knew she could do it.
None of them had ever met her, and so I told her that I could bring her along to serve the guys at the party, but we couldn\'t let anyone know that she was my wife. I could just tell them that a friend recommended her from one of the bars in town, and that she needed the work.
\"You might not want to do it.\" I said. \"You\'d have to dress pretty sexy. You know the guys would be getting drunk and will probably be talking nasty to you.\"
She sat there looking down at her drink as I told her.
\"The more I think about it.\" I said. \"They\'d all probably be groping, trying to feel your ass and breast, but that is all part of a bachelor party. It could be fun.\" I said. \"But then I don\'t know. I would just hope they wouldn\'t get carried away. You know the way bachelor parties can get.
\"What if
they
you know
what if they wanted more?\" She asked showing some interest. \"How would I handle that?\"
\"That would have to be up to you!\" I told her. \"There is no way I could, all of the sudden say, \'Hey! That\'s my wife\'. I could never tell them that! They\'d k... me. So, you would have to handle it alone, your way I guess.\" I said.
Three drinks and she was nervous as a cat, but ready to pack her bags.
She tried to hide her disappointment when she found out the next day that she was only going as my wife and that my story was only a fantasy tease. But what I found out was that she was willing to take a chance on it, not knowing the guys or what could have happened.
At the wedding, I did see her get excited when she saw the good looking guys that had gone to the party.
I teased her for days making her suck my cock and telling her how I wold have like to see all of them have their way with her. I made her confess to me what she would have like for them to do to her. We talked about the possibilities and were both turned on for days!
She always confided in me, telling me what a slut she really wanted to be when she was single and dated.
\"All the other girls were out in the backseats of cars and I was at the movies never letting guys touch me. I was too scared.\" She said
Sometimes when we would make love, she would close her eyes and imagine that she was fucking, not me but someone else. We call it our \'Fantasy Lover Night\'. Sorry for the names but it was fun for us.
She would close her eyes and tell me who she wanted to fuck her. Then as I made love to her she would be imagining that it was him, not me sliding his cock into her. Sometimes it was a co-worker, a friend or simply some nice looking guy she had seen.
I\'d promote it, telling her that I wanted her fuck him. It was a very simple fantasy, but yielded some very sexy nights.
I\'d make her tell me how much she wanted to fuck one of her fantasy lovers and tell me who he was. I would talk trashy to her, telling her what a slut she was for wanting other cocks. She would get wild as she fucked the cock of her fantasy lover in her mind.
While I was sliding my cock in and out of her, she and I were both imagining that my cock was his. Often she seemed to talk nastier to them than to me.
Over a period of time I realized that one fantasy lover turned her on more and she brought his name up more than any other, my friend Hunter.
Don't Get Mad... Get Even. Part 2.
Sharon set up, her bra falling away to the ground. She slid her hand up his thigh and into the leg of his shorts. "You must be uncomfortable with this big thing trying to get out," she said softly as her fingertips stroked his balls and the base of his cock. "No one can see us....there's nobody home next door....take off your shorts. I want to see you....look at you." God, she had never behaved like this before. She felt a sexual excitement, an aching in her loins and pussy, that she had never experienced before.
"Oh....Mrs. Watson...."
"Sharon....it's Sharon," she whispered as she watched him jump up and strip off his clothes. When his prick sprang free of his briefs, Sharon took a deep breathe as she gazed at it. Her first thought was, "Damn, he's big...much bigger than John....I wonder how something that big will feel in my pussy." She reached out and grasped his prick in her hand and gently pulled him toward her, guiding his prick to her mouth. She kissed the tip of his prick letting her tongue probe at the slit in its head and then slide all around the crown. She slipped her mouth over the large head, swirling her tongue around its crown as it entered her mouth. She could feel her pussy responding and aching for attention. Letting his prick slip from her mouth, she quickly removed her bikini bottom and lay back, spreading her legs. "Oh Rudy, put that beautiful prick where it belongs...I want it in me."
As he crawled between her legs, she reached down, gripped his prick, and began rubbing its head up and down between her swollen pussy lips, coating it with her juices. Just as she completed an upward stoke brushing her throbbing clit, she felt his prick jerk in her hand and heard him moan, "OHhhh Shit.....dammit!" He was cumming. The first spurt of cum landed on her left breast, the second, not as forceful, landed on her stomach. She got his prick back down to her pussy. She rubbed the head of his prick against her swollen clit, milking his throbbing prick with her hand - she let him pump his warm, hot cum over her clit and the outside of her pussy.
"Oh damn....I'm sorry Mrs....I mean, Sharon. I couldn't...."
Sharon pulled him down on her and kissed him silencing him. "Honey, it wasn't your fault." She chuckled, "It's my fault...I've been acting like a prick-teaser ever since I came out here." Using two fingers she scooped his cum off her breast and licked it off her fingers while she watched his eyes. "Besides, we've got all afternoon. I'm not going let you leave until you've fucked me with that big prick of yours....maybe more once." Still holding his prick in her hand, she hugged with one arm and kissed him running her tongue deep into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, "You're still hard...just as hard as before."
"Yeah, when I'm real excited, I'll cum like that...real quick. Then I'm okay."
Sharon chuckled, "Then let's put that thing where it belongs." She rubbed the head of his prick on her cum soaked pussy, slipping it between her swollen pussy lips, feeling its large head enter her pussy. "Oh God....Rudy how big is that thing?" she moaned as he pushed his prick deep into her throbbing cunt. She clutched his ass pulling him against her pussy, grinding her hips against him, trying to get his prick even deeper into her as she felt the spasms start deep in her cunt. "OHhhhh.....I'm going to cum. OH GOD....I'm cumming.....I'm cumming."
He pushed his prick as deep into the throbbing pussy as he could. He could feel her pussy gripping his prick as her orgasm swept through her body. He paused holding himself in her.
"No...No, don't stop," begged Sharon. "It feels too good." She laughed, gasping for her breath, "I guess I was a little excited too." She hugged him, "But don't stop. Fuck me....fuck me anyway you want to...make me cum again." She kissed him running her tongue deep into his mouth, thrusting it against his tongue.
Rudy lengthen his strokes into her pussy. He was withdrawing to the head of his prick and then driving his prick back down into the very depths of her pussy. She had never felt anything go that deep or stretch her pussy so wide. "My God," she thought, "it never felt like this with John, never."
She wrapped her legs around his thighs opening her pussy even wider to his thrusts. She could feel her clit being ground against the base of his prick as it rammed deep into her cunt. She began to thrust her hips up to meet his downward thrusts, wanting him...that beautiful big prick...even more than before. "OHhh...that's it.....fuck me....Fuck me hard. Oh Rudy, go deep....all the way...as fast....as hard as you can."
He increased the tempo of his thrusts and after a couple of minutes moaned loudly, "I can't hold it...can't....I'm going to cum."
Sharon tighten her legs around him and gripped his ass cheeks in her hands pulling him against her, grinding her hips into his. She could feel her fingernails sinking into the flesh of his ass but she couldn't help it. She could feel the tension building in her body, then, just as his prick erupted in her pussy pumping his cum deep into her cunt, she felt the spasms in her pussy as she climaxed, the release her body and her pussy had been aching for.
Rudy had paused, his prick buried in her as he flooded her pussy with cum. Sharon hugged him to her as they lay there, not saying anything, recovering - she could feel his prick, still hard, buried in her pussy. After a few minutes, Rudy resumed the long slow strokes into her cum filled tunnel - he was still hard, just hard as before! She could feel, even hear, his cum and her juices being squeezed out of her soaked pussy by his large prick, running down the sides of her thighs and down the crack of her ass.
After a few minutes of the slow steady stroking of his prick into her pussy, Rudy picked up the pace, and began to drive his prick into her faster and faster. When he pushed deep into her, grinding the base of his prick against her pussy, pressing it against her clit, it triggered a new wave of sensations in her pussy. She gripped Rudy in her arms and moaned loudly, "OHhhhh GOD, OOhhh, I'm cummmiiinng.....cummminnng!!!" Rudy kept grinding his prick against her and Sharon felt her body shudder as another, even more powerful, orgasm welled up from her pussy. "OH DAMN....OH RUDY....I"M CUMMMING, CUMMING AGAIN!!!"
Rudy collapsed onto her and lay there, breathing heavily, his prick, now limp, slipping from her pussy. Their sweaty bodies melded together.
Sharon, gasping for breath, whispered, "Oh Rudy...Rudy, I always thought those stories....stories about multiple orgasms were just that - stories. Christ...I didn't know I could cum like that." She took a deep breath, still trying to catch her breath and come down from her sexual high. She hugged Rudy tightly, "I'm going to have let you come service the pool more often - it needs it....I need it."
Rudy laughed and rolled from between her legs. He leaned over her and kissed her gently. "I didn't get finished today. I think I need to come back sometime next week, maybe Tuesday?"
She pulled him to her and kissed him, running her tongue deep into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, she smiled at him, "I think that's an excellent idea." She rolled her body into his and draped her leg over his legs. She could feel his flaccid prick resting against her wet, cum matted pubic hair. Her mons ached slightly from the pounding it had received, but it was a good, satisfying ache of fulfillment "Just hold me right now....hold me tight. I feel so damn good I don't even want to move."
Rudy chuckled, "Okay, we'll just rest a few minutes. I don't have to go anywhere....we have all afternoon."
Sharon buried her face against his neck and kissed it. As she kissed his neck, teasing him with her tongue, she thought, "Whoever came up with that saying 'Don't get mad, get even' certainly knew what they were talking about - getting even was a lot more fun and more satisfying. She wouldn't divorce the bastard - she'd just keep on getting even. Now, all she had to do was think up some way to get even with Helen." Sharon smiled to herself as she thought about it, "I'll think of something - something really good."
Don't Get Mad... Get Even
Sharon unlocked the door and entered Helen's house. Helen, a 29 year old divorcee, was her next door neighbor and best friend. Sharon had promised to tend to her cat while she was out of town. Sharon went in, found the cat food, and put down fresh food and water, but didn't see the cat anywhere. "Oh well," she thought, "she'll come out of hiding when she's hungry."
Since her husband was also out of town, Sharon decided to borrow a video from Helen's collection of tapes. John, had left early this morning for Washington, D.C. He had a conference starting early Monday morning. She spotted, Casablanca, and took it - she loved the old movies. "I haven't seen this in years. It's a good one to watch by myself -- I can cry and not be embarrassed about it," she thought as she locked up and headed home..
Even though it was early afternoon, Sharon got a diet soda, loaded the video in the VCR, and sat down to watch it. The picture flickered for few moments and then the picture finally came on, but it wasn't a movie. It was a home video. Sharon saw Helen with her tits squeezed around a prick as some guy fucked her breasts. The prick was just barely going between Helen's lips each time the guy thrust it forward - she could see Helen's tongue teasing and lick the head of his prick. Then, she watched as the guy's prick started pumping shot after shot of cum onto Helen's face. "Damn, I didn't even know she was going with anyone," mumbled Sharon as she hit pause on the remote. She felt embarrassed; like she was spying on Helen.
Her curiosity won out over her misgivings. "Hell, I might as well watch it. See who it is," muttered Sharon as she clicked the VCR back on. The next scene showed Helen sucking the guy's prick, and then, him cumming on her face again. The scenes were evidently made at different times. Occasionally there would be a date/time shown up in the corner of the picture. Sharon was taking a drink of her soda when the scene changed. Helen was sitting in the guy's lap with his prick clearly buried in her pussy - they were both facing the camera. Startled, Sharon swallowed wrong, choked on the drink, and started coughing. When she got her coughing under control, the scene had changed.
Sharon didn't believe what she had seen. She quickly stopped it, rewound it, and replayed the scene - pausing on the picture of the two. "YOU, SON-OF-A-BITCH," she yelled, hurling the half full can of soda at the television screen. It was her husband...John was screwing Helen. Sharon put her face in her hands, weeping, "Damn you...Damn you. How could you?" After a few minutes, she got her emotions under control, but not her anger, anger at John and at Helen. She restarted the video and watched the remaining 15 minutes or so of John and Helen sucking and fucking each other. Her anger peaked when she noted that the last scene was dated last Thursday night when she was at the women's country club meeting - the one Helen didn't make. Sharon turned the video off, picked up the phone, and punched in the number for the hotel that John had left by the phone.
"Good afternoon, this is the Washington Ambassador Hotel. How can I help you?"
Keeping her voice under control, Sharon replied, "Ms Helen Alperson's room please." If she was there, she would have her own room. The operator said just a moment and Sharon heard the connection and then the ring, once, twice, and on the third ring she heard Helen's voice say, "Hello." Sharon slammed the phone down so hard a large chunk of plastic went flying across the room - she'd broken the handset. "Atlanta...like hell," thought Sharon. "She's there with him - in Washington."
"I'll take his ass to the cleaners," Sharon fumed. "Ten years....married ten years and that bastard does this. I'll make him pay for this...pay until it hurts." Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door chimes. "Who the hell could that be on Sunday," muttered Sharon to herself.
Opening the door, Sharon saw it was Rudy, the college kid that serviced their pool.
"Hi Rudy, what's the matter?"
"Oh I....don't you remember...I called yesterday. You said it would be okay to do the pool today."
"Oh shit!" exclaimed Sharon. Noticing the surprised look on his face, Sharon realized what she had said. "I'm sorry, Rudy.....I just forgot. Excuse my language...please, I'm a little upset. I didn't mean to bark at you."
"I could come.."
"No...No, go ahead and do it today. I'm not bothered by that....I just had something else on my mind."
"Thanks Mrs. Watson. I'm sorry I didn't get by yesterday, but I was running real late. It'll only take about an hour and I'll be out of here."
Sharon stood at the plate glass door to the den and watched Rudy as he worked. He was a nice looking kid, 19 or 20, in his first year at the local college. At about six feet tall, in shorts and a tank top, he looked like he might be in to body building or least some kind of strenuous exercise. She was still seething with anger, when a thought suddenly occurred to her. She smiled and whispered to herself, "What's that old saying, 'Don't get mad, get even,' and she chuckled. "It would serve him right," she said aloud. She turned and almost ran up the stairs, unbuttoning her blouse as she went.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She had put on the skimpiest bikini she had - the one that she never wore in public, only for John. The bra just barely covered her nipples and their aureoles; the bottom was a thong and the small patch of material in the front let her dark pubic hair stick out on all sides. "Damn, I'm getting turned on just thinking about this," she thought as felt the moistness in her pussy. "God, what if I try this and he doesn't want me? I'm 31. I must be 11 or 12 years older than he is." She looked at her image critically, 5'6", 117 pounds, 34-27-35. A brunette with reddish highlights to her short hair who had always wished her tits were bigger. She cupped her breasts in her hands. They were still a handful, with very long, very sensitive nipples that she could feel rubbing against the bra material.
As she walked out to the pool she thought, "I've never even been with another man - Christ, I was virgin when I met John." Rudy was down at the other end of the pool as Sharon called out to him, "Hey Rudy. Take a break....I brought you a beer. It's hot out here." She put the beer down and stretched out on the double lounge chair, the one for two people. She watched him walk toward her. She could see him eyeing her outfit and thought there was a bulge beginning to show in his shorts. "This may be easier than I expected," she whispered softly to herself.
He sat down in a deck chair beside her and they chatted for awhile. She was watching him when she rolled over on her stomach, exposing her naked butt with the thong running up between the cheeks of her ass. Then, when she unfastened her bra strap, the bulge in his shorts definitely got larger. She picked up the lotion and held it out to him, "Rudy, would you rub some lotion on me - I don't want to burn."
"Uh....yeah....sure, Mrs. Watson," he stammered as he got up and sat down on the side of the lounge chair..
As he rubbed the lotion on her back, Sharon said, "Call me Sharon, Mrs. Watson makes me feel too old." Reaching back she patted the left cheek of her ass, "Put a lot of lotion on these...they don't get a lot sun." She heard a mumbled okay then felt his hands massaging her ass, rubbing the lotion in. Her pussy felt like it was flooding with heat and moisture, she must be soaking the front of her bikini. "Oh Rudy, that feels so good, I'll let you do the front too," she said softly as she rolled over on her back letting her bra fall away from her tits.
He was sitting on the side of the lounge chair next to her hip, facing her. She placed one arm on his thigh letting her hand drop casually to the inner side of his leg, her finger tips lightly stroking him.. The bulge in his shorts was large, clearly visible, and had to be uncomfortable. "God," thought Sharon, "I'm torturing the kid. I feel like Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate."
A Bar Room Slut & A Stripper. Part 2.
Janet remained silent for a few more seconds. The room was still quiet, the hushed tension could be cut with a knife.
"Okay," she suddenly shouted, "move over and let me get up there!"
The room erupted in applause and cheers as Janet rose from her seat.
"Wait, You can't do -" Dennis started to speak, but as his wife shot him a serious look he knew that her mind was made up.
Without a further word, Den watched his sexy wife make her way up to the stage. He knew that she had done a lot of dancing in her younger years and still kept her hand in whenever they went out on the town. If he was honest with himself, he quite liked the thought of her flashing her body at all these strangers.
Janet was now on stage and a brief conversation between her and the stripper took place. The music was turned back on, and as both women began to gyrate their bodies in time to the music, it became evident that they were going to put on a "double act". Dennis could see the look of lust in his wife's eyes as she leapt around the stage and wrapped her legs around the single chrome pole that ran from floor to ceiling. She was obviously still in the same horny mood that she had been earlier, and he knew that anything could happen now.
Janet had some catching up to do, and while the other woman swayed in time to the music, she quickly lost the halter top and her short skirt. When her full breasts were finally exposed, the audience went wild; cheering and shouting for more. The song came to an end and was quickly replaced by an equally loud but much slower number. The two women on stage were standing opposite each other. In their shoes they were much the same height and as they neared each other their nipples touched causing both women to sigh almost simultaneously.
Janet made the first move, and reaching into the strippers hair, she pulled her head towards her and planted a firm, wet kiss on her lips. Dennis could see that they responded well to each other; their tongues twisting and slithering wetly in and out of each others mouths. He was a little surprised by his wife's actions. He had known that she was bisexual, but, to his knowledge she had never been with another woman since they had married.
The deep kiss continued, both Janet and the stripper now running their hands over each others breasts. Dennis was fascinated by the way his wife's nipples seemed to grow and throb under the other woman's touch and briefly wondered how far they would go. All thoughts of the strip-tease seemed to have been forgotten as they were both lost in their feverish caresses. The kiss was broken The stripper dropped to her knees in front of Janet and, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her brief panties, she quickly tugged them down to the floor. Another roar from the audience as Janet's trimmed mound became visible and she wickedly parted her slender legs.
Dennis watched the strippers reaction as Janet's legs open. Her eyes bulged and she moistened her painted lips before swiping her long pink tongue over Janet's labia. As soon as Janet felt the gentle touch on her clit, she grasped the other woman's head in her fingers and pulled her forcefully into her pussy. Janet's head went back as she closed her eyes and climaxed right there on the stage.
The stripper seemed a little surprised by his wife's rapid orgasm, Den thought, but she kept her tongue probing at Janet's clit all the way through the shuddering climax. The strip-tease had now turned into a full blown lesbian sex show, as the stripper eagerly removed her own thong panties and allowed Janet to return the favour. This time, Janet eased the other woman down onto the floor of the stage. She gently spread her thighs and allowed her head to drop into contact with the stripper's pussy. The stripper took longer to cum than Janet but within a few minutes of Janet feasting on her puffy labia and swollen clit, she too, climaxed with a deep groan.
From his sitting position, still at the table, Dennis wondered if the show was now over. Both women seemed a little tired from their exertions. His question was quickly answered though, when the stripper jumped, rather shakily, from the stage and selected a guy from a nearby table. The man was led, a little reluctantly at first - but cheered on by his friends, up onto the stage. No words were spoken as the women quickly began to undo his jeans and tug them down to the floor. When he was naked from the waist down, Den could see that, despite his earlier reluctance, he now sported a large erection that slapped against his belly.
The two girls lost no time in going to work on him. Encouraging him to lie on his back with his cock sticking up high in the air, the stripper straddled him and lowered her hot, wet pussy down over his throbbing erection. Den watched his wife in awed fascination as she did likewise over the guy's head and lowered her dripping snatch onto his face. The poor guy looked like he was going to suffocate as Janet ground her cunt over his nose and mouth, while her new found friend rode his cock like a bitch in heat. For a full ten minutes the girls used their stooge. They were facing each other, pulling and squeezing each others nipples as they bounced their way to another inevitable orgasm.
When Janet, with trembling legs, disengaged herself from the guy's face, his sharp intake of breath was almost lost in the cheers that Janet received from her audience. She helped the stripper up from her kneeling position astride the man's thighs and everyone could see his cock throb and twitch as it slipped out of the warm pussy that had been riding it so hard. Seeing that he was about to cum, the two women knelt either side of him. The stripper massaged his heavy balls while Janet jerked his shaft for all she was worth. Within a few short seconds, both girls were rewarded with a long stream of cum that shot from the end of his slippery dick and flew into the air.
Dennis and the rest of the audience had been cheering and clapping almost constantly and now that the lucky volunteer had shot his load, he could see that a queue was forming at the front of the stage; a line of hopeful men with bulging crotches. But Janet had clearly had enough. Amid the roars of congratulations, she picked up her clothes and with a final kiss for the stripper, she jumped down from the stage and returned to her husband's side.
On her way back to the table Dennis watched her naked body being touched and caressed by every man that she passed. Hands were on her breasts, her pussy and her buttocks as she smiled warmly at each man that touched her. Den held out his arms as she neared him and helped her into the chair next to him. All his friends at the same table watched as she replaced the clothes that she had earlier stripped off for their amusement, and again, Dennis reveled in the pride that he felt.
"Take me home now please darling!" she whispered into his ear, "all this has made me so horny! I really need to feel a big cock in me as soon as I can!"
As he led his wife towards the exit, Dennis thought how wonderful it was to have a bar room slut for a wife!
A Bar Room Slut & A Stripper
"Do you really have to go out now, Den?" said Janet, her lips forming into a sullen pout, "can't you stay home just this once? I could make it worth your while!" She playfully lifted her short skirt, giving her husband a quick glimpse of her black lace panties and creamy white thighs.
"Oh, Janet!, you know I always go out for a quick beer on a Sunday lunchtime. It's like a religion! It's one of the few times all the guys can get together these days."
Dennis had to admit, the sight of his wife's panty covered crotch rarely failed to get his blood pumping. But he had to be strong. He could see that Janet was feeling sexy, and in this mood, if she got her way, he wouldn't see the inside of his local pub until next week.
"I'll be back before you know it baby!" he said as he slipped his jacket on and made a movement towards the front door. His wife, though, was not about to give up so easily.
"Fine! I'll come with you then!"
In a near panic, Den searched his mind for an excuse for her not to join him, but he was a blank.
"You won't enjoy it much, it's just a bunch us guy's talking and drinking", he said somewhat lamely. But his wife seemed to have made up her mind and was already searching for her coat. He briefly thought about agreeing with her initial demand and dragging her back up to the bedroom for a good session of sex, but he thought that would be too obvious. There really was nothing he could do to stop her now!
Janet had not bothered to change out of her short skirt and thin halter top, and as they entered the dark pub, a few heads turned to look at her. Den could hardly blame them. At thirty four, his wife was still a great looker. Her blonde hair framed a heart shaped face and tumbled over her shoulders in wispy curls. Her legs were long and slender, an extra two inches added to her height with the heeled sandals that she wore and the halter top did little to conceal the ample charms of her breasts. He felt proud when other men looked at her.
Dennis ordered drinks for them both and then led her to a table where a bunch of other men were already sitting and drinking.
"What's this, Den?" said one of the men as they both sat, "brought wifey along today have you?" A ripple of laughter floated around the table as Dennis mumbled something about having little choice in the matter.
"You all know Janet, I think? - Janet these are the guys!" Brief hello's were spoken as the conversation continued as it had done before Den and Janet had arrived.
Dennis bristled with pride as each of the men around the table tried to sneak quick glances at Janet's boobs through the low cut top that she wore. Perhaps this wouldn't be too bad, he thought, it was kind of fun watching as his friends surreptitiously ogled his wife. He placed a hand gently on her knee underneath the table and squeezed it playfully, but when Janet opened her legs slightly to allow him further access, he realised that she was still in a horny mood!
Although this action came as a bit of a shock to him, Dennis was quite relieved. The lunchtime entertainment was about to start, and he still wasn't really sure how his wife would react to it. Janet was no prude, that much he knew for certain, but he wondered what her reaction would be when she saw the lunchtime stripper begin her act.
The lights in the main body of the pub suddenly dimmed and an eerie silence fell. A spotlight illuminated the small dingy stage and Janet could see wispy cigarette smoke as it snaked its way up through the beam.
"What's happening?" she whispered to her husband.
"Shhh....just wait, you'll see!"
A low rock beat could suddenly be heard through the wall speakers. It was loud and the bass turned way up. Janet thought that she recognised the music, but with the volume as high as it was, she couldn't be sure. The guitars and drums gradually increased in tempo and as the music reached a frenzied crescendo, a tall, scantily dressed woman danced onto the stage amid cheers and whistles from the audience.
"A stripper!" Janet now had to shout in Den's ear to be heard. "You didn't tell me you came to watch strippers!"
"It's a Sunday ritual," Dennis shouted his reply, "We can go if you want?"
God! No way! This I want to see for myself."
The whistling and cheering lulled to a dull roar as the dancer began her routine. Janet looked around her. The pub wasn't at all busy and she could see that, apart from the woman on the stage, she was the only other female in the room. The few men that were there, all had their eyes firmly fixed on the stage, and Janet now also returned her eyes to that focal point. The shock of what was happening had now disappeared and she settled herself back in her chair to watch the show. Janet smile to herself as she watched the girl perform. She looked a bit bored and, although she might once have been an adequate dancer, her movements now seemed stunted and contrived.
"She's not all that great, is she?" Janet shouted at her husband.
"Let's be fair honey, these guys aren't really here to critique her dancing!" he replied
The stripper continued her routine, exposing her body bit by bit. To Den's slight annoyance, Janet continued to shout her opinions regarding the shortcomings of the girl's set. He knew that her words were meant for him alone, but he also knew how sound travelled in this pub and was a little concerned to notice that every now and then the girl on stage seemed to hear what Janet was saying. The more Janet shouted her opinions, the more the stripper was staring daggers at her. Suddenly, the woman on stage, now topless and wearing only very brief thong panties and high heeled shoes, stopped her routine and, stomping to the side of the stage switched the music off.
For a second, the silence was deafening, followed quickly by shouts of discontent from the audience. The stripper returned to the centre of the stage and, with hands on hips, looked directly at Janet.
"Listen, honey" she shouted, "Just give me a break will you? If you think you can do any better, be my guest!" The room fell silent. All eyes were now on Janet, waiting to hear her response - or even if she had one.
Dennis groaned inwardly. This was not the first time that his wife's opinions had got them into trouble. He knew that the best way to deal with this situation was to let Janet speak for herself. His wife was never short of words, and she would definitely not thank him for answering on her behalf. Dennis wondered how she was going to bluff her way out of this one! He looked over at his wife and was surprised to see her smiling.
Fever.
Fever
Oh, woo, oh
You give me fever
Fever, oh, oooh
Hoo, oh
You give me fever
Fever in the morning
Fever when it\'s late at night
You give me fever (fever)
Fever when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
You give me fever (fever)
Fever in the evening
Fever all through the night
You give me fever, yeah (fever)
Fever when you\'re with me
Fever when you love
He\'s so sweet
He\'s so good to me
He\'s so intelligent
He\'s so confident
My baby\'s so damn sexy (oh)
My baby put the fever on me (oh)
My baby knows just what to do (oh)
You got me boilin past a hundred and two (oh)
You give me a fever
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ooooh
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that\'s so hard to bear
You give me fever (fever)
When you kiss me and fever when you hold me tight (fever)
You give me fever
In the mornin and fever all through the night
My baby\'s so damn sexy (oh)
My baby put the fever on me (oh)
My baby knows just what to do (oh)
And got boilin me past a hundred and two (oh)
Give me a fever
Oooh
Everybody\'s got a fever
That is somethin you all know
Fever isn\'t such a new thing
Fever started long ago
Romeo loved Juliet
And Juliet felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said Julie baby you\'re my flame
Thou give me fever
When we kisseth
A fever with the flaming youth
Fever I\'m on fire
Fever yeah, I burn forsooth
Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to k... him
She said Daddy, oh don\'t you dare
He gives me fever
With his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever
I\'m his Mrs.
And Daddy won\'t you treat him right
Now that you\'ve listened to my story
Here\'s the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give ya fever
Be it fahrenheit or centigrade
They give ya fever
When ya kiss em
Fever if you live ya learn
Fever until you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
Fever
Til ya sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to...
Burn
Fever
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