Loading...PROLOGUE
James Smith was lounging on the couch in his favorite beat up pair of pajamas, slowly perusing the Sunday paper sprawled on the floor beside him. He was flipping from page to page in the Entertainment section when something caught his eye. His sound of disgust caught his wife Sarah’s attention as she sat at the dining room table looking through circulars and clipping coupons.
Sarah glanced casually over at him. She still loved her husband and found him very attractive after their nearly 20 years of marriage. He was still athletic and thin, though not the hard body that he was when they had met. At six feet tall, with his firm shoulders, strong thighs and cute little butt, he was still an object of desire for her. His hair, brown with just a touch of gray beginning to show, was thinner on top than when they had met as well, but he was not going bald. And at least he combs it these days, she thought to herself smiling.
Sarah knew from her long experience of hundreds of Sunday mornings with her husband that he had something he wanted to get off his chest when he made a sound like that. And he’d keep huffing and puffing until he blew the house down or she asked him about it. In order to keep the house intact, and not wanting to torture him, she decided to ask what was up.
“Something wrong?”
“The things people read sometimes…I just don’t get it. Makes me wonder if there’s any hope for humanity.”
“Are you mad at Stephen King for writing too much again?”
“Ha, ha, ha…No. But look at what’s in the top ten on the non-fiction list. ‘Sex Tips From a Dominatrix’. There’s a cartoon drawing of a scary looking woman with a whip on the cover. It says here it’s sold over a million copies. Are people really this desperate for reading material?”
“Maybe they’re desperate to spice up their lives a little bit.”
“Spice up their lives how? With whips and chains and nipple clamps and toys and ropes and god knows what?”
“I’ll bet there’s more to that book than how to whip people and tie them up.”
“Like what?”
“Like how to add variety to sex, how to keep things interesting. How to grab attention and hold it.”
“But who do you suppose is reading this crap?”
“Obviously lots of people are. Married people who want to add some spice, single people who want to be enticing…there’s a huge market for new and exciting things in the bedroom.”
“What’s next? A how to guide for dildos and vibrators? ‘Sex Toys for Dummies?'”
“That book would sell TWO million copies.”
“Well then, get started on the research and writing. That way we can retire in leisure. You’ve heard of the ‘Dellionaires’. We could be ‘Dildo-ionaires’.”
“Well, the research might be fun…” Sarah said, giggling.
“Hardy har har…but don’t tell me you think a couple could save their sex life through bondage and domination games.”
“The book isn’t about bondage or domination so much as excitement and enticement. It’s more about renewing interest, or creating it where it doesn’t exist.”
“You certainly sound like an expert on this subject.”
“Well…”
“Oh, no. Don’t tell me…have you read this book?”
“Yes. But if it makes you feel any better, I didn’t buy it myself. Joanne loaned it to me.”
“Joanne read it too?”
“Yes, and she suggested that I read it.”
“You could have told her no.”
“Yes, I could have. But I wanted to read it.”
“Why?” James asked, sitting up and looking at her.
“I don’t know. Curiosity. And it sounded so juicy. And, well, I thought maybe I could learn something…”
“What do you mean? You aren’t satisfied with our sex life?” James asked, sounding hurt.
“It’s not that darling…you know I love making love with you. It’s just that, well, we’ve fallen into habits…”
“You mean a rut?”
“No, it’s just that our sex life has become kind of predictable. It’s not just you…it’s me too. I thought maybe if I read the book, I could find ways to make things a little more racy, a little more exciting.”
“So now you want to tie me up and spank me, is that it?”
“No, that’s not it at all…you don’t understand, but…the thing is…I know you like making love with me. And I enjoy it, too. Believe me I do. But…you don’t lust after me any more. You don’t ache for me. I want to look in your eyes and see desire and longing. I want you to want me so bad that it hurts.”
“And did you learn how to do that from reading the book?”
“I haven’t actually tried any of her ideas out yet.”
“Well, give me an example of one of her ideas.”
“No. You’ll just make fun.”
“Come on. Tell me.”
“Promise you’ll keep an open mind?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“All right…she suggests that a wife take nude photos of herself and put them in her husband’s briefcase. He’ll open it up at work to look for a pen or something, and, boom, there she is.”
“But what if someone else opens the briefcase? Or what if the pictures fall out?”
“That’s part of the thrill…the chance of someone else seeing them. But the real idea behind it is to spark interest. The man sees the pictures, and now he’s aroused and thinking about her the rest of the day. He won’t be able to wait until he gets home. It builds the sense of anticipation. It’s like foreplay.”
“Unless his boss sees them first.”
“See. You’re not open to new ideas.”
“Of course I am. I love the idea of having nude pictures of you. I just wouldn’t want other people seeing them.”
“But that’s just one example of things she suggests. And I thought some of her ideas sounded pretty good.”
“So, what are you saying, that you want to try some of the things from the book?”
“Maybe from the book…or maybe something from our own imaginations. We could play out each other’s fantasies.”
“Hmmm…that does sound kind of good.”
“We could have one night where we do your fantasy, then one night for mine.”
“You mean like tying each other up, or spankings…”
“It doesn’t have to be about pain, or domination, or humiliation. It could be about trying new things…opening our eyes to new sources of pleasure.”
“I think I’m starting to warm up to this idea.”
“I think we should try it.”
“Me too…but why does it have to be just one night?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, what if I have more than one fantasy I want to play out?”
“Maybe we should make it a week…”
“That sounds good.”
“How about this then. We’ll make it a whole week. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have to do whatever you say. On Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday you have to do whatever I say.”
“And what about Sunday?”
“On Sunday, we rest. Does that sound good?”
“I think we have a deal,” James said, coming over and shaking Sarah’s hand.
“Good. We’ll do it two weeks from this coming Monday.”
“Why in two weeks? Why not this week?”
“Well, we have to make preparations, don’t we?”
“Preparations?”
“Yes…there’s a few items I’ll need to pick up.”
NIGHT ONE
James could tell now that taking a taxi to and from the restaurant had been the right choice. The excellent wine that they had imbibed with dinner was having its effect, and he relaxed back into the seat. He was nearly nodding off to sleep, and idly placed his hand on Sarah’s knee. He noticed her leg muscles were tense, and he looked over at her through slitted eyes. Sarah could hardly hold herself still. Her hands were in nearly constant motion as she brushed some imaginary speck form her coat, then crossed her arms, then put a hand to her throat. She was swiveling her head around to look at everything as well. She was more nervous than James could ever remember seeing her.
James took a long look at his lovely wife. She was no longer the spry 20-year-old he had met and fallen in love with all those years ago, but she was still a beautiful woman. Her green eyes still blazed with the energy and happiness of her youth, but now they also held the warmth, understanding and wisdom that comes with experience and a full life. Her hair was still the dark blonde of her youth (with a little help, he knew) and still lustrous, spilling over the collar of her coat. She had never been one to work out, but she had maintained her weight over the years. She had wonderful feminine curves, with hips that flared sensually and C cup breasts, and a wonderfully round behind that was only a little bit larger (and maybe a bit lower) than the day that they had met. James thought, in that moment, that he could fall for her all over again if they met for the first time tomorrow.
Sarah turned her head in his direction. When she noticed James looking at her, she flashed him a tight nervous smile, then her gaze shifted quickly elsewhere. James thought briefly about the possibility of sliding his hand up her skirt and fingering her pussy to calm her down. But he knew in her current state that would only make things worse.
He smiled in delight in recognition of what was about to happen when they got back to their brownstone. The thought of the plans he had for his lovely, demure wife, sent a shiver went down his spine despite the fact that the cab driver had the heat blasting. And he could tell that Sarah was nervously wondering just what might happen that night, what fantasy he might want to enact. James had to admit that he hadn’t felt this kind of excitement about being with Sarah for a long time. He almost began to believe that the woman who had written that silly book might be right after all. When the cab driver came to their address, James nearly told him to drive around the block a couple of times just to prolong the exquisite agony of anticipation.
He intentionally allowed Sarah to walk ahead of him to the front door. He chuckled silently to himself as she frantically fumbled through her purse for her keys. He could barely contain himself as she fumbled the key in the lock, taking a few seconds before finally sliding it home and turning it to slide back the dead bolt. He was reminded of their wedding night, those many years ago, when the key to their hotel room was in his hand, and he had suffered from the same tremors of his hand. Had she laughed at him that night in the same way that he was laughing at her now? If so, he guessed tonight might be some small measure of payback.
Sarah all but sprinted through the door as she finally opened it. She turned back to look at James, giving him another nervous smile. James paused for a moment, then took his time walking through the entrance. His skin was tingling now as the realization that this night was actually going to happen was dawning on him. In just a few minutes, Sarah would be his to do with whatever he pleased.
She was hanging her coat on the rack as James entered into the foyer. She turned to him then, eyes meeting his, looking for what was to come next. James decided now was the time to slip in to his persona for the night, the dominant master.
“Are you looking at me?” he said in a deep voice.
“No,” she said, her eyes falling immediately to the floor.
“You don’t look me in the eyes unless I tell you to. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Come here and take my coat.” He turned and she came to him and slid the coat off his shoulders. She hung it on the rack and waited for her next instruction.
“Make me a drink and meet me in the bedroom.”
James walked slowly into the bedroom and took up a position at the foot of the bed, near the dresser. He could hear Sarah working with the bottles and ice making his drink. In a few minutes she brought the drink to him. He took it from her and set it down on the dresser.
“Take off your clothes and kneel there,” James said, pointing to a spot near the foot of the bed. He didn’t pause to see if she was complying with his command. He headed for the walk-in closet with his most confident stride.
Once inside the closet, James had to remind himself to slow down as he began taking off his clothes. He fumbled with his tie, cursing himself for having tied a double Windsor. In the end he just yanked the loose end through the loop. He counted to three before unbuttoning each button on his dress shirt, then slowly removed his pants and kicked his shoes off into a corner. He pealed off his socks and T-shirt and stood there in his loose-fitting boxer shorts, deciding what to do next. He chose to leave the boxers on for the time being. He then reached behind his dress shoes and found the package of secret goodies that he had been hiding there for the past week. Screwing up his courage, he walked out to the bedroom.
Sarah was kneeling exactly where he had pointed, her legs underneath her, her hands lying on the bed. And she was stark naked. James felt a delicious tingle in his groin knowing that she was there for him, just waiting for his next instruction. His cock started to stir in his shorts. Sarah looked up at his chest, not making eye contact. She didn’t smile.
James’ drink was sitting on the dresser where had left it. He picked it up and took a sip of the strong Jack Daniel’s and Coke, tinkling the ice in the frosted glass, and nodded his satisfaction. ‘She sure can mix a drink’, he thought to himself.
He took another long drink as he walked over to Sarah. He bent down and turned her to face him by grabbing her chin. He planted his mouth on hers and gave her a wet, lingering kiss, snaking his tongue into her mouth. He knew his wife did not like the taste of strong liquor, and he felt her try to pull away. He held her chin firmly, and when their eyes met she stopped struggling. He continued his kiss, his tongue probing, his hand stroking her cheek. After a few minutes, he broke away and stood up.
“Such a good girl,” he said to her. He put down the drink and stroked Sarah’s shoulder with the hand in which he’d been holding the frosted glass. She gasped at the cold hand on her warm skin, and shivered. He slid his hand down her back, and her gasps and shivers continued. He reached her ass, and slowly stroked her there, sliding his hands over both her rounded buns, then down to stroke her thighs. On his way back up he slipped his hand between her legs and touched her pussy with his fingers, drawing another gasp, then paused for a moment to slide just the tip of his index finger into her anus. She started to rise up on her legs, then fell back as his finger left her.
He picked up the drink and dipped two fingers into it, then brought them to her lips. He brushed her lips, leaving the liquid behind, wet and shining. A small portion dribbled down to her chin. “Lick,” he said. Her tongue slid moved slowly over her lips. He reached down and captured the amount on her chin, and brought his finger to her lips. She sucked it in her mouth.
He put the drink down again and walked behind her. He slid the boxer shorts down his legs and stepped out of them. He sat on the bed and slid in front of her kneeling form, his legs outside hers, his hands palms down on the bed.
“Look at my cock,” he commanded. Sarah looked at his cock, now only inches from her face.
“Tell me you love my cock.”
“I love your cock.”
“Do you want to taste my cock?”
“Oh, yes…”
“Open your mouth. Show me your tongue. Show me how you’ll suck my cock if I allow you to.” Sarah opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Then she began sliding it in and out of her mouth, demonstrating how she would lick and suck him. “Look at me while you show me your technique.”
Sarah looked up at him. James took his now semi-erect cock in his hand and guided it towards her face. When she leaned forward to take it in her mouth, he put his hand to her forehead to stop her.
“Not until I tell you to,” he said, and punctuated his statement by slapping her face with his cock. He slapped each cheek, then her lips and chin. Then he rubbed the head of his cock across her lips. Their eyes were locked on each other the entire time. James grinned evilly at her.
“Now. Suck it,” he told her.
Sarah moved her head forward and engulfed his cock in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she took his full length into her throat. She could feel him getting harder in her warm wet mouth.
“Mmmm…yes, baby…that’s it. Keep sucking it.” Sarah slowly slid her mouth up and down on his hardening cock, each stroke taking a little bit longer as the length increased. James placed his hand in her hair and used it to control her speed. Soon, he was holding her head still and rolling his hips to slide in and out of her mouth. She was holding her mouth open and slack for him, saliva dripping onto his cock. He could see it had become slick and shiny now.
“I’ll bet you want to taste my cum, don’t you?” Sarah’s response was to moan onto his cock, and the vibration of it made him shudder.
“You want me to cum in your mouth and let you taste me, don’t you?” She closed her lips around his cock and moaned again. James stopped sliding his cock into her mouth and pulled it out with a wet plopping sound.
“I’m going to cum in your mouth and all over your pretty face, all right…but not yet. Now get up on the bed. Get on your hands and knees and face the foot of the bed.” Sarah climbed up onto the bed and did as he said. James grabbed two pillows and shoved them under her stomach. Then he pushed her head down until it was resting on the mattress.
“Get comfortable…you’re going to be there awhile,” he said. “Now grab the foot rail. Don’t let go unless I say it’s OK.” Sarah grabbed the rail and lay her face down on the mattress. James stood beside her, admiring her lovely form, as she lay there, open and waiting for what he would do next. He reached out and stroked her shoulder, sliding his hand down her back and over her buttocks. He lightly stroked the back of each thigh with just his fingertips, then did the same over each buttock. Sarah was squirming under his ministrations, and making soft moans into the mattress.
“God, you’re beautiful, Sarah,” he said, continuing his caresses over her back and shoulders. “I know I shouldn’t do this since you’ve been such a good girl, but I just can’t resist spanking your cute little ass when it’s sticking up in the air like that.” He slid his hand back down her body and cupped each cheek of her ass. Then he slid his fingers between her legs to tease her pussy and anus. She was soaking wet as he brushed his fingertips over her pussy lips. Again she shuddered and moaned as he slid his index and middle finger into her pussy for just a second. She moved back against his hand to keep him inside as his fingers left her. He used his wet index finger to tease her anus, sliding in the tip. After letting her get used to the feeling of his finger, he slid in to her ass up to the first knuckle and wiggled his finger. Sarah’s legs slid to the side and she fell onto the pillows, moaning loudly.
“Back up on your knees, darling” he said, touching her hip. “Time for your spanking.” She slowly brought her legs in until she was resting on her knees once more, her ass sticking up in the air. James slowly stroked her ass. He lifted his hand in the air, paused for a moment at the apex, and brought it down with a resounding slap on his wife’s bare ass. She yelped and moved forward on the bed, but still maintained her grip on the rail.
“Get back here,” James said, pointing to the spot where she had been before. She slid back into place, and he caressed her bottom again. Her left cheek was pink where he had slapped it. He drew back again, and slapped her other cheek. He alternated then between soft caresses and slapping her ass. He wasn’t striking her that hard, but it made a satisfyingly loud slap on her bare skin, and turned her cheeks an ever brighter shade of red. After striking her several times on each cheek, he decided she’d had enough.
“Your ass is a perfect shade of red, Sarah,” he said mirthfully. “But don’t let it be said that I’m a cruel person.” James climbed onto the bed and kneeled behind Sarah. He began planting soft wet kisses on her red cheeks, and stroking them with the palms of his hands. She leaned back into his lips, purring and wiggling her cheeks. James then spread her open and stared at her puckered brown hole. He licked it with his broad tongue, then slid it inside her. He felt Sarah’s sphincter muscle closing around his tongue as he worked it around inside her. He began sliding it inside and out, fucking her with tongue. He stopped and gave her one last kiss on her ass.
“OK…it’s time to play,” James said, and reached for his secret bag of goodies. He dumped the contents out onto the bed. Sarah craned her neck in an attempt to see what he had, and James swatted her on the ass. “Keep your eyes straight ahead unless I tell you otherwise,” he said sternly. She turned her head around and faced forward.
James picked up the bottle of lubricant that he had purchased at he adult bookstore a few blocks from his downtown office. He had been embarrassed to enter the store, and even more so when he got inside and saw the great wall of rubber cocks. Fortunately, the young man behind the counter had been respectful in helping him pick out his purchase. He had even allowed James to store his purchases behind the counter while he went to get more cash, so that he could avoid writing a check or putting the purchase on his credit card. He had tipped him $20 dollars for his trouble.
The man at the bookstore had made a point of assuring James that the lube was condom compatible. James had been too embarrassed to tell him that it didn’t matter, because he just wanted something to help him slide a butt plug into his wife’s ass.
James held the bottle of lube at chest level, his other hand resting on his wife’s ass. He squeezed the bottle and watched as the thick, clear lube trickled out of the bottle and landed on the crack of his wife’s ass. She jumped as the cool lube trickled down her crack to her anus. James collected it on his fingers there, and rubbed it around her hole. She squirmed as he easily slid his lubed finger nearly all the way into her ass.
“Hold still,” he said as he began to probe her ass in earnest with the slick finger. He collected more on his fingers as it continued to trickle down her crack, and soon had two fingers inside her. He slid them in and out slowly, getting her accustomed to being filled there for what would come next. He squirted more lube down her crack and got his fingers slicker. He was now lubricating her both inside and out. He knew that some was also dripping down to her pussy lips. Putting the bottle down on the bed, he massaged the lube into her lips. She moaned at the stimulation.
Now James was ready to get to the main attraction of the night. He and Sarah had an active sex life, but up to now the butt had been merely for squeezing and the occasional playful slap. He had already crossed one boundary by spanking her; now, he was about to cross another. He picked up the butt plug, and looked it over. It was just right for beginners, his helpful friend at the bookstore had assured him. About 3 inches long, with a flat easy to grip base, it was about 2 inches in diameter at the base and tapered to about 1 inch in diameter at its tip. It was made of soft, flexible latex.
James slid his fingers out of Sarah’s ass. He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto the plug, then pressed the tip to her well-lubed sphincter. Sarah, realizing what was about to happen, gasped and grabbed the rail at the foot of the bed even harder. She didn’t cry out, however, and James had to admit that he was amazed at her level of self-control. She was a good little slave.
James expected to meet resistance as he slid the butt plug in Sarah’s ass. But, to his surprise, it slid in to the hilt with almost no effort on his part. Her ass closed around the large end of the plug as if it wanted the invasion. Sarah’s hips bucked as she took it into her.
“Oh, baby, it’s all the way in your ass now. It looks so sexy. Does it feel OK?”
Sarah didn’t say anything, but nodded quickly. James suspected that she was enjoying the feeling of the plug in her ass, but didn’t want to admit it. To test his theory, he started to slide it in and out of her ass slowly. Sarah moaned loudly, and her hips began to move in time with his thrusts.
“You like that plug in your ass, don’t you baby? Tell me…”
“It feels good,” Sarah hissed through clenched teeth.
James was so excited at seeing his wife this way and knowing she was enjoying it that he just had to slide his cock into her dripping pussy. ‘Just for a minute’, he told himself. ‘Then I’ll go on with the plan’. His cock was rock hard now, and he pressed the tip of it to his wife’s pussy. He rubbed it up and down her lips, feeling the wetness that was oozing out of her. Even her thighs were wet by now. When he brushed up against her clit, she moaned.
“Oh, yes…” she almost creamed. James slapped her on the ass once again.
“Quiet,” he told her. He could almost see her biting her lip to stop from crying out again. Slowly, inch by inch, he fed his cock into her hungry pussy. Her hips were moving in small quick circles as he buried himself inside her. She was trying to make herself cum, he knew. He was going to stop long before then, however. He slid the entire length of his cock in and out of her slowly a few times. Then he pulled out of her completely, leaving her pussy empty and hungry. He knew it was all she could do not to beg him to keep going.
Instead, he pulled out his next purchase. He had chosen the vibrating cock that he thought most closely matched his own length and girth. It was magnificent looking, he had to admit, so lifelike that it even had veins and a ridged head. It also had three variable speeds. He turned it to its lowest setting. He knew his wife could hear the humming vibrations, and would know exactly what he had in store for her next.
He turned it up to his highest setting and laid it on her ass, the vibrating head pointing down between her cheeks and pressing against the base of the butt plug. He slowly slid the cock down between her legs, bringing it to rest between her pussy lips and holding it there. The flared head was touching her swollen clit. Sarah was bucking and moaning against the cock, her entire pussy being stimulated simultaneously. James pulled it away from her, and she yelped. He squirted some of the lube onto the head and then placed it at her opening, and very slowly slid the vibrating cock into her sopping wet pussy. There was no resistance. If anything her pussy was grabbing at the cock trying to pull it in deeper.
He began sliding the cock in and out of her pussy slowly. Sarah was practically doing pull ups with her hands on the bed’s foot rail, rocking her hips back and forth to match his thrusts with the cock. He continued to slide it in and out of her for several minutes, adjusting the speed from fast to slow, and occasionally turning off the vibration altogether. Each time he changed the speed, Sarah moaned in frustration.
Finally, he buried the cock as far into her pussy as it would go, with only the knob for adjusting the speed still sticking out. He slapped her on the ass again, and got up from the bed.
“Don’t let either of those slip out, or you’ll get punished again.”
He walked around to the foot of the bed, looking down at his wife as she writhed and gyrated her hips with her pussy and ass filled. Her hands were tightly gripping the iron rod of the foot rail. She seemed to be in her own world, trying to find sexual satisfaction from the stimulation she was receiving.
James grabbed Sarah’s hair and tugged her gently until her head came up. He took his cock in his hand and guided it to her mouth. She opened her mouth and he buried the whole length down her throat in one motion. His balls slapped against her chin as he left his hard cock buried deep on her mouth. She was moaning around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine. James knew that she tasted herself on his cock, something else that they rarely did together, and the thought excited him. He began fucking her mouth, his hand still tangled in her hair. He loved the stimulation of her moans on his cock, and the feel of his balls, heavy with cum, slapping against her chin.
When James could tell that Sarah was getting close to cumming, he decided to take control once more. He pulled his hard wet cock from her willing mouth and let her head drop from his hands. He walked around the side of the bed. With no preamble, he pulled the butt plug from her ass in one motion and dropped it on the bed. He turned off the vibrating cock, then slowly pulled it from her pussy. An ‘Oh, God’ slipped from Sarah’s lips as the stimulation was removed.
“Get up,” he told her. She rose up to her knees on the bed.
“Get my drink and bring it here,” James said, sitting and leaning back on the bed. Sarah brought it and handed it to him.
“Now you can suck me and make me cum on you. Get on your knees here.” He pointed to a spot on the carpet in front him. Sarah complied.
“Use your hands and mouth and make me cum.”
Sarah set upon his cock with her mouth and hand. She began jerking him off and sucking him at the same time, making his cock slick and wet with her saliva. She moved her mouth quickly up and down on his cock, and gripped him tightly with her hand as she jerked him off. James could feel his orgasm approaching quickly as a result of her feverish stimulations. He leaned up and pushed her head off his cock.
“I’m going to cum all over you,” he said to her, holding her head a few inches from the head of his cock. “Jerk me off so I can cum on you.” She began sliding her hand up and down on his cock, wet and dripping with her saliva. She picked up speed as she continued. “Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue,” he told her. She looked him in the eye and did as he asked, continuing her digital manipulation of his cock. The head of his cock was red and shining as he got closer and closer to his orgasm.
“Slide the tip of your finger in my ass,” he told her as he felt himself ready to cum. She slid her index finger past the ring of muscle of his anus. His ass gripped her finger, and the sensation brought the cum boiling out of his cock. He cried out and watched through slitted eyes as ropes and ropes of his thick white cum shot out of his cock and landed on Sarah’s face. She kept her mouth open as his pearly seed landed in her mouth and on her lips, then dripped down onto her chin and jaw. The last two spurts landed on her throat and chest. He fell back on the bed then, totally spent. When he looked up again, Sarah was looking into his eyes, her own eyes blazing with lust. She had not moved, and his cum was still thick on her face. She had not swallowed the cum in her mouth. He smiled at her. He told her she could swallow and he watched her gulp the sticky fluid down her throat.
“Do you want to cum now, darling?”
“Oh, please, yes, James, make me cum…” Sarah begged, the cum still dripping off her face and neck. James could not remember ever seeing her look more sexy.
“Go ahead and touch yourself, baby…make yourself cum,” he told her, his eyes still locked on hers.
This was yet another boundary to cross, as Sarah had always been shy about masturbation when he was around. She thought masturbation was reserved for when she was desperate and he wasn’t available. But he guessed tonight she was so aroused there would be no argument or hesitation. He was right, as she wasted no time plunging the first two fingers of her left hand into her wet pussy, and using two fingers of her right hand to massage her clit. James leaned forward and used his own fingers to scoop a large quantity of his cum from her cheek and bring it to her lips. She greedily sucked the fingers into her mouth, and he felt her moaning on them as she licked them clean. He allowed her to keep sucking on them as she stroked herself.
“Are you getting close, baby?” James asked. She moaned in response and her fingers sped up between her legs. Then she started to cum, moaning so loud that she expelled his fingers from her mouth. Her whole body shook as she buried the two fingers to the hilt in her pussy, holding them still while her other hand was a blur stroking her clit. She was nearly screaming in her release. She kept going for nearly a minute before falling forward and resting her head on the bed, her hands finally both still. After a moment for recovery, she laid her head on James’ thigh, and he felt the remnants of his own release wet against his skin. She took a small bite into his thigh, then looked up at him, smiling.
“Oh my god,” she said. “I think I hurt myself it was so good.”
“I know the feeling.”
“Are we finished?”
“Yes…you’ve served your duty for the night. You’re dismissed.”
Sarah stood up, saluted James, and walked into the bathroom. James pulled himself up to the head of the bed, bringing the pillows with him, and laid back and relaxed. Several minutes later Sarah emerged from the bathroom, scrubbed and clean and smiling ear to ear.
“You look happy,” James said. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”
“Oh, god, yes…” Sarah said, jumping on to the bed and laying her head on James’ chest.
“So, do you want to keep going?”
“Yes…I do.”
“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?”
“No, darling…it was wonderful. Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yes…it was amazing. I didn’t think I’d like it this much.”
“Good. I’m glad. I’m looking forward to being in charge tomorrow night.”
The tone of her voice sent a chill down James’ spine. He slept fitfully that night, wondering what his wonderful wife had in store for him tomorrow.