Marcus has been trying to get me to have sex with another man since the third year of our marriage. I can't understand why. We have a great sex life. Every other night we fuck like bunnies for hours. When he enters me I have an orgasm almost immediately. He knows how to touch me and give me those special feelings.
He seems happy in our marriage. We live comfortably and he is a good provider. But lately after we gave had a good screw, he turns over once he has caught his breath and whispers, "I would have loved to see you do that with a big black cock!"
"Didn't you enjoy it," I always ask.
"Sure, baby, but I long to see your pretty, clean shaved cunt filled with something big enough to give you the pleasure and enjoyment you deserve. I want you to have Earth shattering climaxes, baby! And my six inches just don't have the power it takes to give you that," he explains.
"Didn't you enjoy it?" I always ask.
"Sure, baby! There's nothing more I enjoy than holding you in my arms and feeling the warmth of you silky pussy over my hard cock. Most times I have to count backwards by fives to keep from cumming the instant I enter that wet box of yours," he tries to explain.
I usually sigh and roll off the bed to take my shower. He falls asleep and when I climb back into the bed, he's snoring. I cuddle next to him and eventually fall asleep.
This week he's been real excited about something. He keeps reminding me that my thirtieth birthday is just around the corner. He knows I don't want to think of it let alone be reminded of it. I just want the day to come and go like any other day.
"My pretty, Alexa, I have the most wonderful present for your birthday this year!" he teases me.
"Oh? What is that Marcus, a new toaster oven or some more sexy lingerie? I think I have enough of those. What I would love is for you to take me on a nice vacation!" I told him straight out.
His only response was "I promise you, Alexa, you will love your birthday presents!"
We have a few friends that call from time to time asking us out to dance or have dinner or to someone's birthday party. Then we get calls from our parents about once a week and Marcus' and my sisters' call occasionally, but normally we don't have our phone ringing off the hook.
But in the past few weeks our phone has been ringing "off the wall" as they say. All of the sudden Marcus is getting fifteen to twenty calls a day and night. All are men and now are voices I know.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Hey! Is Marcus around?" a strange voice comes over the line.
"No, may I take a message?" I inquire.
"Nah, I'll just call him back, thanks sweetie! When do you think he'll be there?" This has become the dialogue of the phone calls.
If Marcus is home, he takes the calls in the den. When I ask who it was, he tells me "Just a new guy at work. He's trying to set up with me a time that is convenient for us to get together so I can show him this new technique we're implementing at work. He doesn't quiet get the idea of it. He wants me to help him that's all. Then he shrugs it off.
Marcus was getting more and more adventurous lately in the bedroom. "Alexa, I know we have really good time in here. I love our sex together. But have you ever thought how it much better it might be if we tried some new things?"
"Like what, Marcus? You know I don't like kinky stuff!" I would tell him.
"I don't want to do anything kinky, sweetheart, just experiment with a little deviation from the missionary position. Things like sucking my cock and me licking your pussy. I think that would be tasty, the smell of you after my cock has filled you with my seed," he tried to persuade me.
I had to admit that it turned me on to think of those things. My girlfriends had told me how wonderful it was when their husbands licked their clits. I know when I masturbate, my clit gets really hard and when I rub it gently, I explode with the most wonderful orgasms.
"I would love to feel your mouth on my prick too. You have never given me a blowjob in all the years we've been married," he complained.
"I can't get pregnant from your seed in my mouth," I explained.
"We don't always try to get pregnant; sometimes we have sex just to enjoy ourselves, you know," he pleaded.
"Okay, okay, we'll try some of these new things. Maybe it will help me learn to relax more," I conceded.
A broad smile crossed his face when I gave in to his desires. "You won't regret this, Alexa, I know you will enjoy it more than you think and I will be happier for our adventures!"
"I want to try something tonight," he whispered as he crawled onto the bed where I had been sitting while he paced the floor trying to convince me to move into the twenty-first century.
"What would that be?" I ask starting to feel uncomfortable already.
"I want to fuck you in the ass; I think its time to throw away the missionary position. It's boring and you almost fall asleep by the time I am ready to come. Your ass is so much tighter that I know I'll come much faster, please baby, PLEASE!" he cried.
"That will hurt!" I protested.
"I bought some lubrication and some condoms so it would be a smooth entry," he explained, "and if it does hurt, you just tell me and I'll quit immediately, I swear!"
"Are you going through a mid-life crisis?" I asked seriously.
"No, baby, I just want to improve our sex lives and get closer to you," he convinced me. "We're getting older and I want to keep the spark alive in our lives."
"I see, okay, I'm game. Let's have some wild sex!" I agreed.
"Oh, thank you baby; you won't regret this decision!" he cried with glee and a sparkle in his eyes.
"And one more thing," he began, "would you like to give me a spanking before I fuck your ass? I would like to know how that feels. Some of the guys at work said it is so stimulating, please!"
I thought a minute. Then said, "Absolutely! You are such a bad boy sometimes, I've often wanted to turn you over my knee and spank you with a paddle until that tight ass of yours is warm and red," I teased him.
"Really baby?" he asked surprised.
"Yeah, sometimes I get really tired of you thinking that you're so macho and can boss me around. A good spanking at those times would put you in your rightful place," I told him.
He rolled off the bed and out of the room. I thought I had made him really angry. When he returned, he had a Ping-Pong paddle in his hand.
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked.
"Nothing, baby, I'm giving it to you so that you may spank me as much as your wish. Take all of your pent up anger and frustrations out on my ass," he said as he handed me the instrument of punishment.
I thought, "Wow! I can make him pay for all those times he got his way."
Marcus stood before me and said, "I will do your biding for you my dear Alexa, just command me.
I laughed out loud. I was slapping the paddle against the palm of my hand. Thoughts of him lying across my lap naked and vulnerable were making me excited and wet. I had a sadistic streak I wasn't aware of.
"Take your clothes off, little boy!" I demanded, "all of them!"
He looked at me a bit surprised. Smiling, he said, "Yes, Ma'am!" and started disrobing. Marcus scrambled to drop his pants. Then he pulled his shirt off so fast that three buttons fell to the floor.
I thought to myself, "he'll be sewing those back on tonight because I'm not going to do it."
"Come lay across the bed, baby," I whispered now rubbing the smooth surface on the back of the paddle on my hand.
Marcus lay face down on the bed. His arms raised above his head with his face resting on the forearms. I crawled up on my knees so I would have so leverage. "You've been a bad boy for a long time, Marcus, always messing up the house and expecting me to clean up after you. Expecting dinner to be on the table and beer in the house when you get home without so much as a thank you when it is," I told him as my arm quickly descended on his bare bottom.
The sound of the wood slapping against his skin shocked me at first. It was a loud crack and his buttocks instantly turned a bright red. I saw him wince slightly as the wood collided with the fleshy surface.
"Did that hurt baby?" I asked but I didn't really care actually. It was a strange feeling. I wasn't mad at him, but I felt that I had the right to spank him.
"No Ma'am, it was quite exciting; I just wasn’t completely ready for it to happen," he explained.
"Good, I didn't want to hurt you, just tantalize you," I teased.
"Do it again, please!" he requested.
I raised my arm and again the paddle hit its target with a crack. Without even asking, I repeated the motion several more times and after a short time I saw his white skin turning pink.
I ran my hand over the area and could feel extra warmth coming from the area. I rubbed it for a few minutes to try to cool the sting. Then I rose my hand again and slapped his buttocks several more times.
"Okay, I feel much better now, but I'm keeping this in the nightstand drawer for the next time I feel the need to spank you," I told him.
When Marcus turned over, his cock was standing out like am arrow.
"Wow, did those spankings turn you on or does the thought of doing me in the butt do that to you?" I asked.
It was the spanking, baby; it really excited me. And now I'm hard enough to stick this pole in your tight little butt," he smiled as he licked his lips.
He climbed off the bed and pulled his underwear drawer open. He took something out them returned to the bed. He sat up on his knees and took what he had taken out of the drawer and opened it. I realized it was a condom.
Marcus then reached in his nightstand and took out a small tube of something. He unscrewed the top and said, "Would you please get on your hands and knees, my Lady?"
I did as he requested. He crawled behind me and first moved my legs a little further apart. Then I felt coldness on my butt. I knew it had to be the lubrication. His thumb then went into my ass hole and the cool fluid flowed in with it.
I heard the sound of him placing the condom on his cock then there was more coldness on my butt. The pressure of his prick head against my ass was scary for me. He must have been holding his dick in his hand and trying to force it into the tight little opening.
He was grunting and breathing heavily. More coldness as the opening expanded to allow his head into the tight orifice.
I took a deep breath to try to stay off the pain. It didn't work. I felt the rip of my skin as the shaft of his prick penetrated this unwilling area of my body. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Marcus breathed as about half of his prick made its way into my butt.
I felt pain and tightness, as his pole filled this new territory but it also felt good. It made my clit cry for attention. I braced myself with one hand on the bed and gave my clit her desired attention with the other hand.
Slowly, Marcus moved his cock in and out of the tight hole it had discovered. I could tell by the sounds he was making that it was enjoyable for him. It didn't take long though, for him to climax and I felt his hot seed pumping into the lambs skin.
"Baby, baby, oh baby!" he cried as the energy of his sex seeped from his body to mine. His hands gripped my sides tightly and his nails dug into my soft skin causing me additional pain.
His cock slipped out of my ass with a pop and I felt the condom as it stuck in my ass and the tacky cum trickled down my legs.
"Oh gosh! Get that thing out of me!" I cried.
He grabbed the deflated lambs skin and tossed it into the trash. He was stroking his prick with the other hand as he did this.
"Suck me, baby, please!" he looked at me with puppy dog eyes.
"You just came," I said and rolled off the bed. I don't like to suck you off and you know it. I didn't even get an orgasm except the one I gave myself," I informed him.
"Then let me go down on you," he smiled.
I lay back and spread my legs. I really wanted him to do this. He had never done it before. I just couldn't imagine what had made him change so.
His tongue darted between my lips and parted them as it ran from my butt to my clit. At my clit, he lingered and his tongue flicked it gently at first. Then the point of it seemed to become stiff and it flicked the little prick faster causing me to take a deep breath.
Marcus pulled his tongue back into his mouth and his lips covered the head of my clit. He sucked it like I knew he wanted me to suck his cock. I pushed my pelvis toward his face and grinded my clit into his face.
My hands grabbed his head and held it in place as his sucked and licked that most erotic place on my body. I couldn't get enough of his mouth. Marcus tried to come up for air but my hands pressed him deeper into my garden of love.
Once I released him he came up for air. I could smell my sex on his face as he leaned over and kissed me. I felt younger and I was so turned on that the thought of thirty didn't seem to bother me at that moment.
My orgasms were strong and violent. I felt a warmth flow through my entire body. My toes even felt like they curled. My nerves rattled throughout my entire body. When Marcus came up for air, my juices were on his chin. He stuck his tongue out and tried to lick them off.
"Now me?" he begged. Those eyes big and round pleaded as well.
I licked my lips and my hand reached for his fully hard prick. Its head flared and there were already drops of precum on the acorn head. I licked my hand and stroked its length then ran my thumb over the wetness at the crest.
"Yeah," Marcus moaned at my touch. I slid my hand up and down his shaft preparing it to be placed in my sticky, nearly dry mouth. I licked my lips and tried to call forth more moisture to lubricate my mouth. Finally, the fluids found there way to my tongue and I opened my mouth and took the salty head into it.
At first, I just let my tongue toy with the acorn. Sucking it in then out and in again. Marcus tried to force it deeper into my throat, but I gagged and pulled my head back. The he pushed again and got a short ways down my windpipe.
"Yes!" he cried as if he had achieved a victory.
His hands grabbed my shoulders and his hips pivoted toward my nose. His cock slid smoothly in and out of my mouth while I tried desperately not to let my teeth cut into the delicate skin that covered his tool.
This was almost as exciting for Marcus as fucking my butt had been. His hands were on the top of my head and I could hear he whispering, "Yes, oh baby, you are so good to me. I want you to suck me dry. Take it all baby, take it ALL!"
He face fucked me for what seemed a long time. I could feel the pressure as the sperm in his balls made their way up toward my mouth. I did not want to swallow his salty cum. I didn't like the smell of it and knew I would throw up if he forced it down my throat.
I started pulling back as he pumped his hips closer to my face and his prick deeper down my throat. When I tasted the first salt as it surfaced on the head I loosened my lips and started backing off.
Marcs' hands pushed me back to the fur that surrounded his pole. I pulled back again. He pushed me once more. Finally, I placed my hand on his sac and started squeezing.
"Stop it! That hurts!" he cried and let go of my head.
As he did so, I pulled back just as the stream of hot sticky fluid spurted from his pulsating cock. His seed fell onto his side of the bed.
"Damn woman! Why'd you do that?" he screamed.
I just smiled, rolled over and went to take a shower.
When I returned to the bed, he was laying there stroking his penis.
"Haven't you had enough Marcus?" I asked.
He jumped; he hadn't heard me come into the room. "No! I want to fuck you, Alexa!"
I lay beside him and kissed him hard on the lips. His fingers started caressing my breasts and exploring my smooth shaven lovebox. He was getting me hot and sticky all over again.
His prick was like a stone pressing against my leg. His mouth covered my left nipple and warmth slowly found its way to my now wet cunt. "Fuck me," I whispered as I pulled him on top of me.
He led his boner toward my hungry hole and it slid in without resistance. He moaned as it hit the back of my pussy. Then he lifted himself over me and his body began to rise and fall as his cock hit its mark time after time.
Sweat was pouring from his forehead after about a half an hour. He had not been this horny in a long time. I was being rained on from his brow. But I was also extremely turned on. I don't know if it was his attention or the new things that we had tried earlier.
By the time his orgasm came the sheets were so wet that they would have to be changed and we both were in need of a shower.
As his emptied cock slipped out of my moist pussy, Marcus took his fingers and squeezed my alert clit. My pussy increased its moisture and fire tingled all the way to my toes. My body shook from the excitement.
"Let's to take a shower," Marcus said as he held his hand out for me to take.
I felt like jelly, but my legs did support me as we walked arm in arm to the bathroom for a cool, refreshing shower.
Marcus changed the sheets while I dried my hair. I was surprised when I walked back into the room.
He was in the bed and I could tell he was fighting the sleep that was trying to overtake him. I curled up beside him and whispered, "That's the best sex we've had in a long time, baby. I love you," then fell asleep in his arms.
Marcus was gone when I woke the next morning. He had left a note thanking me the fantastic sex we had and apologized for falling asleep on me.
I cleaned house and did some reading in the morning. The doorbell rang about eleven o'clock. When I answered it there was a floral deliveryman with a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses.
I thought, "He hasn't done anything wrong, wonder why he's sending these."
When I opened the card it said, "You were wonderful last night… let's do it again, Love Marcus."
I laughed and the thought of it made me wet again.
I busied myself for the rest of the day running here and there and trying not to think about the upcoming evening. I ended up at the mall and found myself in Your Deepest Dreams. It is a lingerie store I seldom frequent. I decided to just browse.
A salesperson approached me and asked if she could help me. For some reason I poured out my life to her.
"I'm turning thirty next week and the thought of it has me feeling frumpy. I thought a sexy piece of lingerie might help me feel …not so old," I confessed.
She looked at me, smiled and said, "How sexy do you wish to go?"
"I think I'd like to be real daring; I've always wore those long flannel gowns or pajamas with feet in then; thirty should be bold and brave, don't you think?"
"Let's look over here," she suggested.
She led me to what she called a Merry Widow. My first thought was that I didn't want to kill him; I want to fuck him.
"The nice thing about the Merry Widow is that it puts everything back where it use to be and accents those important areas that the male so desires, if you know what I mean?" she giggled.
I laughed too and we browsed the selection. "Here’s your size," she said without even asking my size. "Why not at least try it on?" she asked.
I took the black, lacy, miniscule piece of fabric from her hand and found the dressing room. I had on jeans, a sweatshirt and tennis shoes and socks. I really didn't want to go through the drudgery of taking all this stuff off.
But I sucked it up and took it all off. I was glad I had shaved everything this morning. I pulled on the lingerie and was amazed that she was correct; it was my size -- only better! When I pulled it over my hips, it smoothed out all those dimples I had from pounds that didn't really belong there and it looked like it pushed all those pounds to my breasts because the somehow filled in the cups perfectly.
I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and I smiled. I turned this way and that and found no reason to take it back to her and tell her it's really not what I'm looking for. Because it was really what I was looking for.
I looked at the price tag… ninety-eight dollars!
I took a deep breath and sucked it up; it's for my marriage, I told myself.
"How does it fit," the voice came through the curtain.
"Great, thank you; you have a good eye for size," I told her.
"We have other colors if you don't like the black," she called back.
"Oh, I like it very much," I responded and stepped out of the dressing room.
I looked at her and smiled. "I guess I'll take it; even though we'll go hungry tonight, at least one part of his appetite will be fulfilled!" I giggled and she laughed out loud.
"Actually, we have a special today," she assured me. "With any piece of lingerie you get two new bras and two pairs of panties for free!"
"I can always use underwear," I said mostly to myself but the words were vocal. I picked out the bras and panties (thongs actually) and then paid for the purchases. I walked out of the store carrying this violet bag that in my mind said, whore. I went strait to the car and put this piece of gold in my trunk. Then returned to the mall and finished my shopping.
But I had started thinking about feeling sexy. After the mundane chore of shopping for things I needed, I decided to go to the part of town I seldom even pass through. It was the sleazy side of town. No, I didn't go to try out my Merry Widow, I went to find something to accompany it.
I found this one little shop that had all kinds of decedent little toys and shoes in it. I found a great pair of stilettos that made me five inches taller. They were like walking on stilts but made my legs look really sexy. They would look really nice with my new lingerie.
Then remembering the thrill of that Ping-Pong paddle against Marcus' bare bottom, I looked at the artillery of Domme paddles they had. I didn't even know they had things like that. They even had whips and chains to lock your man up in. It all overwhelmed me but excited me at the same time.
I found a paddle that excited me; it reminded me of one my six-grade teacher, Mrs. Lutcher had with holes drilled in it so air resistance would not slow it. It fit well in my hand.
I also saw some cock restraints. That amazed me. I asked the clerk, another woman, what it was used for. She told me and surprised, I asked, "Why would you want to do that to a man?"
She explained that it helps make him keep his commitment to his wife, or girlfriend. Keeps him from masturbating, and it will re-light the spark that was there when you were first married because you hold the key to his sexual freedom. "You own him and he knows it!" she told me. So I selected one from their stock but didn't really think I could get Marcus to put it on.
Another three hundred dollars later I was on my way back home. I thought, "Why did I spend all that money on these things that will never be used?"
I cleaned the house and bathed before Marcus returned home.
Then I put on the Merry Widow and stilettos then took the paddle and laid it on the bed along side of the male chastity device.
I waited for him to call to me when I heard the door open, "Hey baby, I'm home!"
"I'm in the bedroom, sweetheart!" I called.
As Marcus entered the room a smile crossed his face. "WOW! Where'd you get that?" he asked.
"At Your Deepest Dreams," I told him.
"Yeah, it is!" was his response. His eyes flickered around the room noticing all the new toys I had found. They rested on the chastity device.
"What is that for?" he asked.
"To help you enjoy our marriage better," I promised. "Now, come over here so I can practice with my new toy," I said as I picked up the paddle.
Marcus started unzipping his pants as he walked toward me. They dropped to the floor after just a few steps and his shirt flew over his head and landed on the floor beside them. His underwear slid slowly down his legs and he stepped out of them just before he reached my side.
My first instinct was to pull his waving cock into my mouth; wife training was deeply engrained. Then my brain kicked in and I grabbed his growing cock in my hand and squeezed it. I pulled him down to my level and told him to lay across my lap.
He shook his head and followed my instructions. Having him lay across my bare legs was a real turn-on; my pussy woke up and filled with fluids.
"Were you a good boy today, Marky?" I asked.
"Yes, Ma'am I was!" he whispered.
"So you didn't touch your cock except to pee today?" I inquired.
Silence.
"Marcus?" I asked again.
"I jerked off at lunch because I was thinking about the wonderful sex we had last night," he confessed.
"That's a bad boy, Marky!" I scolded.
"Yes, Ma'am, it is," he conceded.
"I think you need a good spanking for being a bad boy, don't you, Marky?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I do deserve to be punished! Please punish me Mistress!" he squealed.
I reached for the new paddle then rubbed my hand over his smooth buttocks and bent to kiss them. I raised my hand above my head then brought it down fast and hard on his lily-white skin, which instantly turned a light pink.
Marcus winced slightly as the new paddle made contact with his body. "Thank you, Mistress, I deserve to be punished!" he cried.
My hand fell once again and continued to do so until his cheeks had become a very dark pink and there was warmth oozing from them. I pushed him off my lap and demanded him lay on the bed facing up.
He followed my direction, much to my surprise. I picked up the chastity device and took his cock and balls in my hand. I placed him in it then locked it with my key. "You will wear this tonight until I decide to take it off, do you understand?" I inquired.
"Yes, Ma'am, I understand," he said with a large smile on his face.
I left him on the bed and went to prepare dinner. Soon Marcus joined me in the kitchen and helped me with the meal. After dinner he cleaned up the kitchen and I went to shower.
I put on a new thong and a bra then a camisole that I had been saving for a long while and lay on the bed. Marcus came in after he had finished in the kitchen.
"Go take a shower," I instructed him. I was enjoying the feeling these new accessories were giving me.
"Will you remove my chastity, Mistress?" he asked.
"No, the sales person said you could bathe and shower in it," I said.
He took his shower and returned to me nude except for his device.
I lay back on the pillows of the bed and spread my legs. "Pleasure me boy!" I demanded.
Marcus climbed on the bed and between them. He crawled close to my pussy and took his fingers to move the thong strap away from my pussy. His fingers gently parted my lips and entered my wetness.
"Mmmmm," I moaned. I had become very aroused at the whole game I was playing. I relaxed and let him do what he could to make me cum.
His tongue went into my cunt and licked all of my favorite places. Then his fingers explored to find my G-spot that had been ignored for a long time. The delectation was so powerful that I orgasmed wildly.
"You do that so good!" I whispered.
"Thank you Mistress," he murmured, his face buried in my lovebox.
My hips started reaching for his touches and trying to pull him deeper into my desires. My hands pushed on the back of his head forcing his nose and face deeper into my cunt. I was becoming an animal!
"Oh!" he cried out.
"What's wrong, baby!" I asked.
"My cock wants to be hard!" he whispered as his tongue licked the dark recesses of my womanhood.
"Poor baby!" I giggled and pushed his face deeper in my twat.
Now I was so horny that I needed his cock in my pussy. I pushed him off me and unlocked his cage.
His half-hard cock popped out like a paper snake at New Years. I pulled it up to my pussy. "Fill me!" I commanded.
Marcus took his tool into his hand and guided it to my gaping cunt, which sucked it in.
His body collided with mine yielding a force I hadn't felt since the early years of our marriage. He was animalistic and I loved it. He fucked me like I was his whore and it was wonderful!
Marcus rolled off me once his prick was spent. He breathed deeply and his chest heaved. "What brought that on?" he managed to exhale.
"I don't know, I just got this wild hair today. I think it was last night's playing that got me riled up. Or maybe I'm afraid of getting old and think that this will keep me young," I mused halfway to myself.
"Whatever it is, please keep it up!" Marcus begged.
I giggled and rolled off the bed. I replaced his chastity and jumped in the shower.
As I entered the bathroom, the phone rang. "Hey man! Glad you called. You won't believe…"
I stepped into the shower and the rush of the running water drowned out his conversation.
When I returned to the bedroom, Marcus was asleep. There was a note on my pillow that read, "You are the woman of my dreams and I would marry you all over again tomorrow; thank you for chastising me. Love, Marcus"
I smiled then kissed his forehead and lay by his side and fell to sleep.
I woke up to breakfast in bed. "What's this," I asked.
"Just a thank you for last night!" he smiled and handed me my coffee.
"Gotta get to work early, I have some stuff I have to finish before ten. I'll see you tonight my beautiful wife!" he said as he walked out of the door.
The phone rang within a minute of his leaving. "Hello?"
"Hey, is Marcus there?" the male voice asked.
"No, he just left, could I take a message?" I asked.
"Nah, I'll catch him at work, thanks though," he said.
At four o'clock, the phone rang agin. "Hello?"
"Hi my beautiful lady!" Marcus said.
"Hey! How's your day?" I smiled at hearing his voice.
"Hectic, that's why I'm calling, I'll be a little late tonight, a new client is coming in to look at what I've been working on and I might not make it for dinner. So don't wait up, okay?" he explained.
"Okay," I agreed, as he hung up the phone.
I went to Movies-to-Go and rented a few movies I had wanted to watch and put on an old bathrobe and hunkered down with a bowl of ice cream like a spinster. I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't going to have wild sex with Marcus tonight.
I don't know when he got home. He didn't bother to wake me from my slumber on the couch. I was a bit angry with that. But he was gone before I awoke. I found a note on the kitchen table explaining that he had an early meeting and that he was sorry about the night before.
I masturbated to relieve my tension about the entire incident and decided to go back to that little shop that I had found the chastity device. My mind asked, "Why am I getting into all these new sexual things at my age?" and I drove faster to get there. I didn't have an answer for myself.
The clerk recognized me and asked, "Oh, back again, hey? Must have had some fun, huh?"
"Yeah, what can you suggest for when he's away?" I asked; "I am so horny lately!" I said, as I would tell a friend.
She went to the shelf and brought out a really life like dildo. It had a smooth life like covering and it was at least nine inches long, maybe longer. It had a natural curve and balls that hung like a real man's.
My eyes got large in awe of the cock. I licked my lips and thought, "that's larger than Marcus".
Then she turned a small, almost unnoticeable knob hidden in the balls and it started to vibrate. It had cellophane wrapped around it and she handed it to me. "Hold it to your clit," she directed.
I took the shaking prick in my hand and placed it on my pussy. Almost immediately a shot of pleasure flowed through me.
"I think I need this!" I laughed.
"We also have these," she said as she held up two balls larger than marbles but that would fit in the palm of her hand.
"What are those?" I asked.
"Ben Wa Balls," she said. I looked at her confused.
"Yes, they are the oldest sex toys and are used to enhance masturbation or foreplay.
"Really," I said. "How do they work?"
She explained how to insert them into my vagina and enjoy them. I bought a set. I also bought one of those whips I had admired a few days before. It was a short one with several strands of leather hanging from a fanned head. Little knots were tied in the end of each of the leather strands.
Another two hundred dollars lighter I drove home with new fantasies flowing through my head.
When Marcus came home, he had dinner in hand. He had left a message on the answering machine for me not to cook.
"I'm sorry about this morning, I had to rush off and didn't want to wake you, please forgive me!" he begged.
"You were a bad boy, and you will have to pay for that," I warned him.
After eating he pulled a porn flick out of a bag he had brought in with him. "I thought you might enjoy this after last night's play," he told me.
"Okay, I'm game," I said.
The movie was like a regular movie but had a lot of sex. I liked it because it sort of told a story and wasn't just fucking. There was a couple and they were married. The husband liked to watch his wife with other men and he masturbated while she was being fucked. It got me aroused.
I pulled Marcus between my legs and had him lick me while I watched the movie. I pulled out the new whip and slapped his back while his tongue pleasured me. At first he winced then he moaned as I lightly smacked his skin.
Every once in a while I would run my nails over his nipples and pinch them between my fingers.
I heard muffled moans coming from my cunt as Marcus expressed his pleasure at my strokes.
After four orgasms, I let him up and unlocked his cock. I took it in my mouth and sucked him to explosion. Then I lay him across my lap and used my whip once again turning his buttocks red.
When he sat up, his cock was once again standing at attention. I quickly placed it back into its restraints against its will. Soon it calmed down.
The phone rang and Marcus jumped up to answer it before I could move. "Yeah?" he said.
"Yeah, I got it. I think that it's going well. I'll let you know for sure by the end of the week. It should be a done deal by then. Yes, they're receptive so far but it's going to be the presentation that really decides the outcome, you know?"
"Okay, well, I'll meet with you Tuesday and we'll find out if it has done what it was designed to do. Yeah, man, good-night; see you tomorrow!" Marcus said and hung up the phone. I didn't inquire, sounded like work to me.
We crawled into bed and sleep quickly consumed me.
The weekend made it here and I was feeling rather good. Marcus and I seemed so much closer than before we started experimenting. We decided to go on a picnic at the state park about two hours away.
Marcus packed a blanket and some pillows and I packed the picnic lunch. We chatted about the scenery and the beautiful day for a while and then Marcus brought up the great sex we had been enjoying.
"You know, my beautiful, Alexa, I am surprised how much our sex life has blossomed since you started approaching the big three-oh! I am so turned on by the changes you and I have been going through," he seemed to be getting excited just talking about it.
"I love that you are getting more aggressive and making me yield to you and your demands. I love your control over me. It makes my orgasms electric," he confessed.
"I know what you mean, I am loving it too!" I agreed.
We found a secluded little place for our picnic away from the families with children. There were a lot of heavy fir trees and some large Oaks with limbs that bowed to the ground.
Marcus planted our blanket in the thick of them so that we could see out but no one could see in. He laid out a bottle of wine, some sandwiches and the pillows. He patted the blanket and invited me to join him.
I crawled into the fort he had built for us and his hands went to my firm breasts. He used them to pull me to his lips and then his hand fell to my pussy. I had dared not to wear any under panties and when he discovered this new aspect of me his cock strained against it harness.
"I want to taste that. I know it will be delicious!" he said.
I pulled up my dress and pushed his face to my wet cunt. "Lick me and make me cum!" I instructed him.
"Yes Ma'am!" he cheered and dove into my snatch.
I lay back on the pillows he had provided and at times my hips rose to his mouth to force him deeper into my cunt.
"Tongue fuck me!" I cried as his fingers started exploring the regions of my hot twat.
His tongue snaked out as far as possible and it tip curled up as if it were looking for its desert. Then it darted into the tasty hole; his face bobbed up and down as his thick tongue fucked my pussy and licked my clit simultaneously.
My hands grabbed the sides of his head and guided him to the places of my desire. I assisted him in pleasing me by moving his head where I wanted it.
When he finally came up from between my legs, my juices were running down his chin. "I don't need lunch now!" he teased. He used his tongue to wash my taste off his face.
I unlocked his device and pulled his cock out of it. I rubbed its head with my thumb and there was precum already forming.
"You think you're going to get something, do you?" I asked as I held my thumb to his mouth and made him lick the thin cum off it.
He licked the shiny fluid off and shook his head yes. His hands found my shoulders and pushed me to the blanket once again. He took his prick and stroked it until it was like a staff.
Marcus' fingers explore my pussy and felt the wetness there. His mouth covered my clit and his teeth nibbled her gently.
"Ohhhhhmygaud!" I cried as the warmth and electricity flowed from my center to the far reaches of my fingers and toes.
I pulled up my head to watch what he was doing. "When did you discover that technique?" I asked surprised at the enjoyment that was dancing in my body.
"I don't know, read it somewhere," he lifted his head to answer; I pushed it back down.
"Do it again!" I commanded.
His head went back down and my toes curled once again.
I heard leaves being crushed under the weight of a heavy object. I put my hand on Marcus' head to still him. "Someone's out there," I whispered.
He stopped his nibbling and I pulled my clothes on.
Crawling out from under the foliage, I heard him talking to another male. "Yeah, my wife and I are having a little picnic under there," his voice met my ears. "We just wanted some privacy."
Laughter and then the crunch of leaves as the person left.
Marcus crawled under the tree again and said that the park ranger saw the tree shaking unnaturally and wanted to check out what was going on.
I laughed out loud as he licked his lips and said, "Now more lunch!"
He straddled me and his arrow aimed for my smooth shaven target. I was really wet now so he slid in with little resistance. He fucked me like he had never done before. The smell of the fir trees filled my nostrils as his passion flared red behind my closed eyes.
I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out with pleasure, least I draw the ranger's attention to our tree once again.
His fingers teased my tits, his tongue slathered my throat and his prick brought me to an explosive orgasm that shook my entire body uncontrollably. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out from the pleasure he was giving me.
When at last his hot seed filled my cunt his hands squeezed my breast painfully and his body convulsed on mine. His arms gave out and his weight smothered me and trapped me on the leaf-strewn earth.
"Whew! I'm hungry," he said as he rolled off me. His cock was still pumping sperm. I leaned over and took it in my mouth. I licked at its head and savored the salty fluid that gave me such delight. It was soft but I licked it and sucked it like a string of spaghetti into my mouth.
"Ohhhh, you are bad; there's no pleasing you is there?" he whispered through his deep breathing.
Releasing his spent prick, I told him, "I love the taste of it after it's been in me and the remains of you manhood tantalize my palate."
His mouth covered mine, tongues meshed and the kiss lingered for a short time. When we broke apart his words were far from romantic. "Your sex is wonderful but man cannot survive on pussy alone… Feed me, woman!"
We opened the picnic basket and ate until we felt we would pop. The sun was going down and looked so beautiful on the lake. We took our blanket to the shoreline and watched as the red ball sunk below the horizon.
Showered and refreshed we fell into bed. Both too tired to copulate again dreams filled my head and a smile crossed my lips as I consciousness slipped to darkness.
"Brrrrriiinnngggg," the clamoring of the phone woke me early on this Sunday morning. I reached for it eyes still closed. I felt Marcus' hand cover mine. Opening my eyes I noticed he was dripping from the shower a towel around his waist.
"I’ll get it, go back to sleep," he whispered as he lifted the handset to his ear. "Hello? Yeah man, I'm going to be there within an hour. Just waking up. Yeah, I know. I'm coming," he said then hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" I asked still groggy.
"The guy I told you I've been working with on the project at work," he said softly.
"Why's he calling this early on a Sunday morning?"
"He has to finish the last of the project today and I promised to help him. I had no idea he was going to call so early," he explained.
I rolled off the bed, kiss him on the cheek and headed for the shower. I'll fix breakfast as soon as I wash the night off me," I called back as I turned the hot water on.
Refreshed from the shower I made my way to the kitchen following the smell of coffee, bacon, and eggs.
"You fixed breakfast? You're becoming very domestic lately," I teased.
"You deserve only the best, my Alexa!" he said as he pulled out a chair for me to sit at the table and presented me with a wonderful meal.
"One more week my dear!" he teased me about my coming birthday. "Should I throw you a surprise party?"
"Oh NO! Don't you dare do that! I hate surprise parties!" I scolded him for even suggesting such a thing.
"Okay, a private party just for us," he conceded.
We ate breakfast and then he scooted out of the house to make his appointment with his co-worker leaving me with the dishes.
The week passed quickly with no real excitement. Our love making continued on the lines that we had explored and come to enjoy. But no catastrophes showed their nasty heads. Only the growing anxiety of the loss of my youth and the acceleration of my life as a full fledged, mature adult. "Am I going to have to cut my hair?" I thought, "so I look like all the other women over twenty-nine? I REFUSE!" I vowed to myself.
Marcus was giddy all week. I knew he was planning something for my birthday, but was unsure what it might be. He laughed and sang and when he handed me my paddle, his smile was wide.
Saturday morning he mowed the yard and washed the car. Then he took a shower and helped me clean the house. I was getting suspicious. "You're doing a party, aren't you? I told you no!"
"I'm not, I promise!" he swore as he continued fussing around the living room.
The phone rang again. I headed for it but he beat me to it. "Hello? Yes, just a minute," he said and handed the handset to me.
"Happy Birthday, sweetie," came my mother's voice.
"It's not until tomorrow, mama! Don't make me old before my time, you were there when I was born, remember?" I cried.
"Yes, dear, I remember all too well. I just figured I'd call today because you might have plans tomorrow. I hope you have a wonderful birthday and that Marcus has a fun time planned for you," she finished.
"Thank you mama, I am sure we will have a good day!" I assured her. We chatted few minutes more and said good-bye.
I no sooner turned my back on the phone and it rang again. I turned to answer it and Marcus grabbed it once again. I just knew something was up.
"Hello? Yeah, man, I told you I had things to do today; I can't make it. Yeah, I have it. Sure, you can drop by and pick it up. Yeah, six-thirty should be okay. All right, man, I'll see you then." He hung up the phone.
I looked at him questioning.
"The guy from work again. I will be glad when this project is over, calling on a Saturday afternoon, thinking we can get together to finish it up. Man!" he grumbled.
"I think that you protest too much!" I said and went to the kitchen.
"What do you mean?" he chased after me.
"I know you're planning a party," I told him as I opened the fridge and took out a coke.
"I promise, I'm not!" he cried.
"Yeah, right!" I chuckled.
"You'll see!" he said indignantly and stomped out of the kitchen.
The rest of the day was quiet. We relaxed, watched a movie on the DVD and had sex after lunch. Turning thirty wasn't hurting too bad.
At six-thirty there was a knock on the door. Marcus jumped up and said, "That'll be Brent to pick up that project we've been working on," as he walked to the door.
"Yeah right!" I said.
"Hey, man, come on in!" he said loudly.
I looked up as he walked back into the room. There stood Marcus and the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. He was probably five-eleven with brilliant green eyes and a soft smile.
Marcus introduced us and said "Have a seat man, can I get you a drink?"
"Yeah, that would be nice," Brent said not taking his eyes off of me. "A beer would be great!"
Turning to me, he said, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Oh no," I said, my mouth still hanging open; my eyes glued to his face.
"Do you want something, babe?" Marcus called from the kitchen.
"A glass of wine would be fine, thank you, sweetheart," I called not taking my eyes off Brent.
Turning to him I asked, "Would you like to sit?"
"Thanks," he said and sat next to me. I could feel the heat of his body, or was that mine?
"You have a beautiful house here," he made small talk. I obliged him the chitchat and when Marcus returned I felt relieved for some reason. I think it was because I felt I was going to jump this man.
"I'll leave you two to talk business," I said excusing myself.
"I don't want to talk business, really ma'am, but I would like to get to know you better," Brent said as he caught my hand to pull me back to the sofa.
My heart started to beat quickly and I looked desperately at Marcus for help.
He smiled, "Don't run off, Alexa, I want you to get to know Brent; he's a good friend and I think you will like him. I'd sort of like us to get to know one another and maybe do things together.
I sat back down a little nervous now. My mind raced. "Oh no, Marcus is going to tell me this guy is his gay lover!"
"What's this all about?" I asked Marcus.
"Well, I have been thinking for a while now about asking you to do something for me, but have always been afraid to do it for fear that you would laugh in my face and divorce me. So I never brought it up but have fantasized about it every time we made love," he started.
A lump filled my throat and I could no longer swallow.
"I came to place in my life where I felt I could no longer keep it quiet and had to do something so I talked to Brent about it. We've been working together for a long time and I felt comfortable talking to him about it," he continued.
"He's the only man I wanted it to happen with. I knew that he would fit well with you. And when I saw your face when you met him, I knew I was right?" he fell silent.
I looked at him, my mouth open; I was agape.
"Our sex life somehow took a turn toward my dreams; I was amazed when you took a paddle to my bottom a few weeks ago. Then you started buy all kinds of toys and clothes that indicated you were getting more adventurous. I knew this was my chance," Marcus continued to explain while Brent's fingers lightly stroked my arm.
"What is this you're trying to tell me, Marcus?" I demanded unable to sit here any longer listening to his ramble that was making no sense.
"Brent is your birthday present, Alexa, he is my gift to you, my beautiful wife so that you may be pleased in a way that I may never please you. I want you to experience the pleasure of a man that has a cock that will fill you completely!" his excitement was overwhelming.
"What?!" I asked not quiet comprehending what he was telling me.
"I want to watch you and Brent have sex together. Once you have had him you will not want me again. I will be your servant and cater to your wants and desires. I will give you all that you need and find you all the men you want. I will keep you fulfilled and happy, I promise. I love you so that I want you to have the life you deserve. The sex that you crave and that I cannot provide," he finished up.
I took a deep breath, my mind reeling from the words I had just barely heard. My husband was giving me to another man to use to his pleasure. I could not believe what seemed to be going on. I was in a nightmare and needed to wake up.
I turned and looked at Brent. Yes, he was a beautiful specimen, but I knew nothing about him. Yeah, I got wet when I saw his face, and perfect body, but I've gotten wet before when I saw men on the street. I would never cheat on my husband!
"You should have talked to me before you went and made stupid decisions like this!" I said as calmly as possible. I was uncomfortable talking about this in front of Brent.
"I'm sorry, Brent, but he didn't tell me anything about this. Not saying that you are not a wonderful specimen of a man, but I love my husband, stupid as he may be, and I don’t cheat on him," I explained to our guest.
"Alexa," he started softly, "Marcus and I have talked extensively about your reactions to this news. He is not asking you to cheat on him. He is asking you to give him the lifestyle he desires. He loves you very much and feels that his manhood is not sufficient enough to please you," his voice was gentle and it calmed the fears in my chest.
"Baby, I know many times you leave our bed unsatisfied and masturbate in the bathroom. I've secretly watched you do so," Marcus added.
I swallowed hard, embarrassed and shamed.
"This is no way to approach that problem," I spat back.
"It's a solution that I believe we can both live with and enjoy," he begged.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Marcus turned to Brent and said, "Would you show her?"
Brent stood in front of me; he pulled the zipper down and loosened his belt. He dropped his pants to the floor and held his soft prick in his hand. Soft it was longer than Marcus' was. He stroked it slowly and it soon became hard. The size of it made my mouth water.
"So what, he larger than you?" I swallowed hard and tried to counter Marcus. Secretly I wanted to take it in my mouth and taste the salty cum that would flow from it.
My pussy was filling with lubricant to take him in. I had to constrain myself from reaching for him and taking him into my mouth.
"That makes no difference," I told Marcus. "You should have talked to me, not Brent!"
"I don't want you to hide behind my back and pretend that you are satisfied by my cock. I want to see you satisfied by a prick that can do what mine can't. I want to see the look in your eyes as you feel that orgasm flow through our loins. Please, do this for me; it will make you forget that you are turning thirty. You will feel twenty once again!" he begged.
My mouth was watering for that cock that was still hanging in front of my face. He had pumped it up to its full potential and it had to be at least ten-inches in length and maybe five in girth. My nipples were getting hard.
"Please, Alexa, accept my gift to you; I love you so much. I want to see you happy; I want this to be a birthday you will remember," Marcus cried.
My hand reached out and touched the head of the prick that was staring at me. It was satiny smooth. The shaft appeared spotless. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. My fingers wrapped around the cock and pulled it towards me.
My mouth opened and covered the large mushroomed head. The salty taste of precum made my mouth water as I pulled him into my opening; I was in a dream state, and this wasn't really happening my mind told me but my senses told another story.
I felt the thickness of his shaft as Brent's hips slid closer to my face. My cheeks ached from the size of his tool in my mouth. In and out it slipped as his body pushed toward me. My hands went to his hips and held onto him.
My skirt was raised. I glanced down and Marcus was on his knees between my legs. His tongue grazed my clit and fire shot threw me. I sucked harder on Brent's cock and wanted to feel him in me.
Marcus' tongue was driving me wild. My fingers explored the large sac that hung from Brent's cock. They were full of seed waiting to be freed.
Brent whispered to me; "You know you want that cock in your sweet pussy, don't you Alexa?"
My mouth full of him, I moaned yes.
I saw him take his hand and push Marcus from my cunt. Brent pushed me back and I lay on the couch. He spread my legs and forced his tool deep into my wet, fertile lands. As it ripped my sensitive skin, it burned. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
I felt Marcus' weight as he climbed onto the sofa and crawled behind Brent. I didn't know what he was doing. Spots of dark and light danced before my eyes. Delight filled my pussy as Brent's tool pounded my pleasure zone, time after time.
Marcus had climbed off the couch and placed his hand between our bodies. His fingers found my erect clit and he toyed with her as Brent's cock stroked in and out of my pussy giving me more excitement with each blow of the prick inside of me.
The explosion of Brent's cum as it splattered into my pussy was like a bullet from a gun. My body racked with pleasure and steams of warmth flowed from my groin to the ends of my limbs.
I could barely breath my eyes were unfocused and I was shaking all over. There would be no masturbating after this fucking.
Brent rolled off of me and Marcus climbed onto the sofa. He spread my legs and his mouth covered my cum filled pussy. I was shocked when I felt his tongue dart into my pulsating lips. I heard him slurping the seed from my cunt as his tongue brought me to another explosive orgasm.
My hands went to his head and pushed him deeper into my gapping hole. "Lick it all up, baby! Suck it in then lick me again and again!"
Then, like a bolt of lightening struck me I remembered that Marcus was still chaste. He must be in agony, I thought.
I pushed him off me and tore his jeans off him. His restraint was pressing tightly on his caged cock.
"Does that hurt?" I asked.
"Yes, Ma'am, it feels wonderful!" he said with a smile on his cum spattered face. "Thank you for cuckolding me. I have never enjoyed giving a present as mush as this one."
"Oh, we've just started!" I said, as I pulled his jeans over his feet and threw them on the floor.
I looked at Brent, and said, "Let's go, round two takes place in the bedroom."
Once there, I striped Marcus' shirt off and had him stand in the middle of the room with nothing on except his chastity device. He was very obedient.
I walked to the closet and pulled out the whip, and my paddle. I put on my stilettos and my Merry Widow.
"Get on your knees, Marcus," I instructed.
"Yes, Mistress," he replied and followed my command.
My mind was reeling; I couldn't believe I was doing what I was doing. Most women my age color their hair to make the transition from their twenties to their thirties. I was changing my sex-style.
Brent stood on the side watching, not saying a word.
I walked up to him and kissed him, pressing my body close to his. His hands grabbed my buttocks and pulled me to him. I could feel the pressure as his prick began to harden once again.
"Do it, baby! Spank him and humiliate him. Show him that he can't give you what you want. Prove to him that he is just your slave and should worship you from now on," he egged me on.
I slid from his arms and knelt before him. I wanted to suck his cock and lick his balls. His hands reached for my breast and squeezed them tightly. I moaned with pleasure.
Marcus watched as again Brent took me. I looked out of the side of my eye to see his reaction. He smiled and his cock became hard in its chamber.
Brent fucked my mouth until he came blasting his hot seed over the back of my throat where it slid down my throat. The salty taste on my tongue was a taste I knew I would soon crave.
I stood up and walked to Marcus I took my key from my neck and released his prick.
"Thank you Mistress!" he sighed.
Then I took my whip and smacked his cock with its leather knots. "You had better make that thing soft, or you will get more of this! Do you understand, sissy?"
He breathed deeply to recover from the stinging pain of the whipcord. "Thank you, Mistress," he cried.
"Bend over," I commanded him.
Marcus bent at the waist and lay his head on the floor. Taking my paddle in hand I slapped his buttocks. I could see him wince as the paddle hit his tender skin. I continued to whack his bottom until his cheeks were warm and pink.
"Now, stay like that until I return!" I commanded.
His muffled voice rose from the floor, "Yes, Mistress!"
I returned to Brent who was lying on the bed stroking his hard cock. I straddled him and my wet pussy slid over his pole like a fireman rushing to a fire. For the next forty minutes, I rode his rod like it was a bucking horse.
My orgasms were multiple and explosive. At one point my body shook so much that I feel off his staff. He rolled me over and climbed onto me. His cock never lost its strength. As it attacked my throbbing pussy, my whole being reacted to his sex. My toes tingled, my fingers twitch and my nipples were so hard that I thought they would split down the center.
Finally, Brent filled my cunt with so much cum that it overflowed the banks of my delta and spewed onto the sheets. He fell off me his arms shaking, sweat pouring off his brow.
I lay on the wet sheets trying to get my breath. I finally got enough strength to check on Marcus. I rolled off the bed and my legs started to give out. I finally recovered my strength enough to make it to the end of the bed where he still had his head on the floor.
I pulled him up. Looking between his legs, I noticed that his cock was rock hard and standing erect. "Do you want to explain this?" I asked him.
"Forgive me, Mistress, I beg you I did not mean for that to happen!" he pleaded. "I tried not to listen to your sex making, but you were so loud. The sounds of your moans and cries excited me even though I could not see Master Brent's cock fucking you! Please Mistress, forgive me!" he begged.
I grabbed his prick and pulled hard on it. I took the chastity device and stuffed it in, forcing it to fit. Then I locked it once again.
"On your knees you bad boy!" I told Marcus.
He did as he was commanded. I straddled him. Brent's cum started to drip from my freshly filled pussy. Marcus opened his mouth and cleaned the thick fluid from my still throbbing cunt. In doing so, I had another orgasm making my legs so weak that I ended up sitting on his face his hands supporting me.
Once he was finished, I turned him to face the bed then walked to Brent. I kissed him and my hand stroked his cock. Looking back over my shoulder to be sure that Marcus was watching I got on all fours so that Brent would take me doggy style.
He crawled behind me and rubbed his acorn on the mouth of my pussy. It slid in without any resistance. He began slamming his cock in and out of my pussy. With each down stroke, he slapped my buttocks with a loud smack. The slap stung and I'm sure by the time we came, my butt was blood red.
Brent fucked me, as I had never copulated with Marcus. I was an animal taking what was rightfully mine and I would not be denied. I bit his nipples and my nails dug into his skin as his cock pounded deep inside me.
Marcus watched as my body shook with orgasm after orgasm and I fell to the bed exhausted and totally satisfied for the first time in years.
"Come lick me clean, and clean his cock too!" I demanded of Marcus.
He crawled to the bed and waited by the side until I allowed him to crawl onto it.
"Now, you may approach," I whispered as I spread my legs. Cum still dripped from the coupling I just had.
Marcus’s tongue dove deep to get every drop of the seed Brent had deposited. When he pulled out he licked his lips and moaned.
"Get up there and clean his cock," I commanded.
He obediently did as he was told. Watching him with that large cock made me hot again. I unlocked his cage and pulled out his hardening prick. First, I slapped it hard then I took it in my mouth and sucked it deep into my throat.
My fingers found my pussy and played with my clit as I sucked the juices out of his excited dick. The explosion in my mouth was like no other Marcus had ever had. It was thick and forceful and overflowed my lips.
Our threesome orgy continued through the night and into the next day. I finally uncaged his cock so that Marcus could be part of my play. We made a daisy chain. I was the center link where I sucked Brent and Marcus sucked my clit and licked my pussy.
Then I had Marcus sucking Brent while Brent buried his face in my cunt. Then I handed Brent a condom and had him butt fuck me while Marcus sucked my clit. The orgasm was extraordinary!
Our bodies were all covered in sticky cum. I felt like I had been sliding in cum the whole night. My skin was sticking and smelled salty. I finally told them that I needed a shower. My hair was sticking together.
"Let's go!" Brent said, "we'll have shower sex. Marcus and I will sandwich you between us!"
"Mmmm, that sounds fun!" I cried.
Marcus went to run the water while Brent helped me off the bed. I was nearly unable to walk after the hours we had been fucking. He had to support me to the bathroom.
Marcus helped me into the warm shower. The water was refreshing as soon as it touched my caked skin. Marcus quickly wiped my face and washed my matted hair. Then Brent used a wash cloth and bathed my torso making sure that my breasts and pussy were spotless.
He handed the cloth to Marcus to clean my back. Then the two of them converged on me. Brent was hard instantly. His cock pressed on my belly and he lifted me off the porcelain surface and found entrance to my cunt. Marcus followed suit and forced his now hard prick into my ass.
They see-sawed in and out of my orifices giving me a pleasure like none I had known to this point. I closed my eyes and lay my head on Marcus shoulder as they fucked me from both sides. The orgasms were matched each feeding the other.
Marcus jumped out of the shower once we all fell to the floor. He handed each of us a towel and then went to change the sticky sheets that were on the bed. While he was gone, Brent knelled down and stuck his tongue in my freshly cleaned flowerbed. It was hot and thick and the feel of it in my cunt drove me wild once again.
My hands went to his shoulders and I pulled him in and out of my snatch. Each time he was pulled out he tickled my clit and then I would push him back in again. Another flame exploded within me. I had no idea I was capable of so many orgasms.
Marcus returned and said, "Your bed is ready, Mistress,"
Once again in the bed, I pulled Marcus on top of me. He looked at me shocked. I tugged on his cock and made it hard once again. I guided it to my wet pussy and told him, "Fuck me good or it will be the last!"
"Yes, Mistress," he replied. His hard cock fucked me as he had never fucked me before. Sweat covered both our bodies his hard cock felt harder than ever before. His nipples were so hard that I could feel then as his body collided with mine. He fucked me for what seemed like half the night. Then his orgasm shook both of our bodies.
Brent, somewhat jealous of Marcus' ride immediately placed his prick in my mouth. I eagerly sucked deep into my mouth. I then released all but his acorn head, which my tongue caught and darted into his piss hole. Then I released it and sucked the shaft deep in my throat once again. As it came back out, I swirled my tongue around the flared head and sucked hard on it. My hand went to his balls and they were drawn up like hard nuts. I squeezed them and he moaned. Sucking hard I started pulling the thick seed from the safety of their sac to the warmth of my mouth. I sucked and released then sucked again until finally, there was no stopping the flow of his seed and it splashed against the back of my mouth before flowing down my throat.
"Damn! Woman, what are you trying to do? You trying to drain me dry?" He cried.
I just smiled, licked my lips then rolled over. When at last we fell exhausted, sweat dripping from our bodies once again, fluids of all kinds everywhere I turned to my husband, the man I love more than anyone, and said, "Happy Cucky Birthday, Baby!"
That was two years ago. Now I have three lovers and Marcus enjoys watching me with them. Our games are filled with love and we have so much fun. Thirty is a good decade; at least it is for me.
