THE AMULET : PART TWO

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As Drew became more familiar with the power of his new “toy”, he came to receive a perverse pleasure in humiliating people he thought to be, shall we say a bit pompous!!! One morning on the way to work, a mean spirited woman verbally abused a young boy who had accidentally stepped on her toe! After listening to her upbraid the lad for at least two minutes, Drew gave her a suggestion, and to the delight of the men and the shock of the women, the old biddy lifted her dress and masturbated to orgasm in front of at least forty on lookers!!! In most cases, when Drew would bring someone out of “the spell”, he made it so they didn’t remember a thing, but in this instance, he made sure she came to when she was at the height of her climax!!! Needless to say she was not only shocked beyond belief, but ashamed as well!!! Anyway, the aroma of fresh pussy wafting through the bus give all the men hardons before they even got to work!!! Another time, Drew was at the bank depositing his check, and being helped by a pretty dark haired teller with large boobs and very curvy figure!!! Since no one else was in line behind him, he decided to have a little fun with the teller by suggesting that her pussy was so aroused that she could achieve and orgasm just by squeezing her thighs together and answering any questions about sex that he asked her!!! Before he could even get the first question out, the teller made and audible gasp and had to steady herself by holding on to the counter top!!! Drew looked her straight in the eyes and asked softly, “Is your vagina wet, dear?!?” Barely able to stand, let alone speak, she mumbled, “Y-yes, very wet!!!” “Are you going to have and orgasm,” he went on?!? This time she just nodded, as small beads of sweat began to break out on her forehead!!! “How old are you, hon” he asked?!? “Twenty three,” she whispered! “Do you like to fuck,” he asked softly?!? “Oh, yes,” she moaned, “I love to fuck!!!” “Who do you fuck,” he pressed Düzce Escort on?!? “M-my boyfriend,” she said with a stammer!!! “Does he have a big cock,” he replied?!? “Very big, oh my god, my pussy is so wet,” she said with a moan!!! Do you suck him too,” Drew said while looking around to make sure no one was watching them?!? “I suck him every morning before coming to work,” she said through now gritted teeth!!! “Do you want to suck him now,” Drew asked?!? “Oh, god yes, I wish he was here right now so that I could take him into my mouth and blow him!!!” “Of course you do, dear,” he replied gently, “but now, you have to cum, so think about your boyfriends big pecker in you mouth, and squeeze your thighs together tight and cum for me now, okay,” he said barely above a whisper?!? Her entire body trembled for what seemed like almost half a minute as her climax wrenched her cunt and twisted it into a pretzel!!! After he was sure that she was finished, Drew thanked her sweetly for the fine service he had received and calmly strolled out of the bank and made his way down the block to a lingerie shop!!!

“May I help you,” a buxom forty five year old woman asked as he looked at a display of bras and panties?” “Uh, yes,” he replied, “what size bra do you wear!?!” “40DD,” she replied as if you asked her what day of the week it was. “Hmmmmmm,” he hummed, “I think we should go back to the dressing room and have you model your bra for me, don’t you!?!” “Of course, sir, follow me please,” she said evenly. Once inside the small cubicle at the rear of the store, the woman calmly slipped off her blouse and jutted her chest out towards Drew in an overt display of her feminine charms!!! “You have a lovely chest,” Drew said while rubbing it through her bra, “tell me, dear, does your husband or boy friend suck them every day?!?” “No,” she replied, “I don’t have a man in my life?!?” Drew was a little taken a back at that answer, because Düzce Escort Bayan even though she was a little on the plump side, she was a very attractive woman to say the least!!! “Why is that,” he asked!?! “I’m a lesbian,” she said, while now cupping her huge jugs!” Elated at his discovery, Drew pressed for more details!!! “Are you a fem or a butch,” he asked softly?!? “A fem,” she replied quickly! “Do you have live with a butch,” he continued on?!? “Yes,” she replied” “Take off your bra for me, please,” he ordered, “and by the way, do you suck your girl friends cunt!?!” While shucking her huge brassiere she replied, “Of course I suck her pussy, at least once a day!!!” “Does your girl friend suck your big tits,” he asked?!? “Mmmmm, yes,” she said with a sigh, “I’m always naked around the apartment just so she can have me when ever she wants to!!!” “Does she let her friends fuck you, too,” he questioned her?!? “Sometimes,” she replied, “but mostly she keeps me for herself!!!” “Does she use a dildo on you,” he replied?!? “A big strap on, a black one,” she said softly! “When’s the last time you sucked a real pecker,” he asked!?! “Over twenty years ago,”she answered! “Well,” her responded, “you’re about to get another chance!!!”

With her big chest swaying from side to side, the busty saleswoman dropped to her knees and took Drew’s throbber into her soft hot mouth, and for not having done it in over twenty years she did a more than admirable job of bringing him to a quick hard orgasm!!! As he slipped his dick back into his pants he said to her, “It must be like riding a bike, once you know how you never forget!!!” “Sir,” she said questionably?!? “He patted her on her shoulder and replied softly, “Forget it, honey, you did a good job, but I want to you to wait here for a few minutes, okay!?!” While nodding her head in agreement, he slipped out of the cubicle and found a young woman looking at some expensive teddies! Escort Düzce He walked over to her and said, “There’s a woman in the dressing room that needs her pussy eaten, if you will just follow me, please, you can take care of her right now!!!”

The sandy haired twenty year old offered no resistance while Drew led her to the dressing room and ushered her inside!!! “Have you ever sucked a pussy,” Drew asked the pretty young thing!?! “No, I haven’t,” she replied. Looking at the pendulously built saleslady, he ordered, “Off with your skirt and panties, then sit down and spread your legs!!! When she was seated and spread, Drew nodded to the blonde and she quickly attached her mouth to the gaping slit of the middle aged lesbian!!! “Is she a good cunt lapper,” Drew asked the lesbian!?!” Her shallow breathing already had given him the answer, but he wanted to hear her say it!!! “Y-yes, she’s very good, ohhhhhh, god, she’s so goooooood!!!” After a few more minutes of watching the two strangers doing it, Drew ordered the young blonde, “Okay, stop sucking her pussy and do her nipples, and you, masturbate for me,” he said to the lesbian saleslady!!! The young blonde quickly found a large nipple and began nursing on it like she was a baby, while the lesbian began furiously frigging her hot erect clit!!! Drew slid his hand inside the blonde’s jeans, found her clit, and gently massaged it until both she and the lesbian were having an orgasm together, while both of them collapsed in each other’s arms as the blood drained slowly from their engorged sex organs!!! Deciding to have one last bit of fun with the two of them, he left them with the message to stay exactly as they were for the next five minutes, that is, with the blonde burying her head in the lesbian’s big chest, and then, for both of them to regain their normal self control at the same time!!! “That oughta be good for a few laughs,” Drew said with a chuckle, as he left the store!!!

Back at office, his secretary, stuck her head in the door and asked if there was anything he needed before she went to lunch! “No,” he replied, “I think everything’s just fine, just fine!!!

THE END

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Her heartbeat quickened as she approached the entrance. Her mind raced with doubts yet her body moved forward. Wild thoughts zipped through her mind as to what kind of place she was walking into….a dark dungeon, seedy, dirty in her mind’s eye…definitely not the kind of place she would normally frequent. The lure, though, was her curiosity about the art of tatooing – the people, the artistry, the reason why people repeatedly punish their bodies with reverberating needles; why they would want their bodies forever marked in this way. She was on an assignment, but she was personally curious as well.

One last deep breath for courage and then she turned the knob. When she pushed the door open, she was surprised to see a stark, clean waiting area – much like what one would find in a doctor’s office. Though this didn’t confirm the mental picture she had already drawn, she still was reserved about the whole process. A young blonde receptionist asked if she could help her and she stammered through her introduction and said she’d like to find out more about getting a tatoo. After filling out the necessary paperwork, the blonde showed her to another room where she could look at some designs. Again, she was astounded by the artistic quality and variety of designs. Still unsure as to whether or not she was actually going to go through with getting a tatoo, she selected a small butterfly and asked to talk to the tatooist. She was then led into the back room. It was a large area divided into four open-spaced cubicles brightly lit and clean – not at all what she had pictured. All but one area was occupied with customers in various stages of completion. The instruments hummed and buzzed as the artists created their masterpieces. Not one of the patrons was uttering a sound, so she figured her assumption that it was painful must also false.

She was approached Düzce Escort by a large man with multiple tatoos. With some effort, she pulled her eyes away from the sight of his colorfully-decorated forearms and lifted them to his face. His smile eased her tension a bit and she nervously introduced herself. She said that she was possibly interested in getting a tatoo but she had lots of questions first. He calmly answered all the questions she tossed at him, such as…does it hurt, will it get infected, can I ever have it removed…etc. etc. and when she was satisfied with his answers, she agreed to let him tatoo the butterfly she had chosen on her right hip. He led her to the empty space and told her to remove her skirt and shoes. Her thong could stay on, since it wouldn’t be in his way. She lay down on the table on her stomach and together they chose the exact location for the tatoo.

He began by rubbing a cool antiseptic over her skin which sent shivers throughout her body. When his big, warm hand firmly gripped the meaty flesh of her ass, she jumped and clenched her cheeks together. She was so scared, she wanted to bolt from the table. In a soothing voice he told her to relax. She complied by taking a deep breath and laid down, turning her face to the opposite side. Again, his hand took hold of her ass and she heard the instrument hum to life. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and her heart pounded like a drum in her ears as she braced herself for the onslaught of pain. She was not prepared for what happened next.

The rapid fire of multiple needles penetrating her skin created an erotic heatwave that engulfed her body. Her muscles began to tremble and jerk uncontrollably – her legs, her ass, her pussy all were electrified by the painful/pleasurable assault. Sweat poured from her face, from her underarms, between her tits, Düzce Escort Bayan and her thong quickly became saturated with cum. She screamed out in ecstasy, overcome by the conflicting sensations, drawing the attention of the other patrons and artists. When she raised her upper body up and arched her back, the tatooist paused so her movement wouldn’t distort his creation. She was panting and yelling for him not to stop. In an attempt to hold her still, he gripped her ass tighter, burying his fingers in the crease of her ass. Every nerve was on overload and she shuddered and squirmed when his fingertip brushed over her bud. She pushed against his finger when he resumed his work, desperate for some relief to the erotic agony that gripped her. She shouted, “Harder! Harder!!! Do it harder!” Although her behavior was having a serious effect on his growing cock, he maintained the same pressure with his tool. He obliged her by pressing his finger tighter against her asshole, rimming her as he worked. She went ballistic! Her body spasmed and shook as a flood of cum gushed from her pussy. “Fuck me! Fuck me NOW!” she screamed. “Shove your finger deep in my ass and fuck me hard!” He couldn’t resist her pleas any longer. He laid his tool aside and grabbed the strip of her thong and yanked it, pulling the fabric so tight it disappeared between her pussy lips before it snapped apart.

The other men stopped what they were doing and gathered around with their flys open and cocks in hand. Amidst her screams and moans she balanced herself on her knees and shoved her gorgeous ass toward her horny male audience. “Fuck meeeeee!” she pleaded again, and instantly there were six more men eagerly offering their beefy cocks to put out this babe’s fire. Her shirt disappeared in a flash and four fumbling hands scooped her heavy tits out of her bra, squeezing Escort Düzce and pinching her erect nipples while stuffing as much tit flesh as they could into their mouths. She shuddered with another orgasm from their roughness as they sucked and bit her mounds. The tatooist kept pace pounding as many fingers as he could get crammed into her ass, plunging and probing her hot tunnel. She bucked her hips against his hand until she felt a hot, sticky cock penetrate her fiery snatch. The two together sent her off and the cock driver had to hold her up by her hips. He pounded her with long hard strokes, shaking whenever he bumped against the fingers in her ass through the thin wall between. Not to be left out, the other men took turns stroking and licking her clit – alternately pinching it with their hands and biting and swirling it between their teeth and lips. Her cum gushed in every direction and there was plenty to be licked off her drenched inner thighs. No one felt safe enough to actually snake his cock down her throat for fear of being bitten…so her unmuffled screams echoed throughout the entire room. Hearing the commotion, the receptionist rushed in to see what was going on. She was immediately turned on by the scene that greeted her and straddled the muscular shoulders of the tit-suckers to spread her own cunt open for a lustful licking.

Now that the sex-crazed woman was totally occupied, another artist seized the opportunity before him, picked up the tatooing instrument and continued the design. She squealed and bucked and went totally nuts – pounding her fists and spewing cum like a geyser as she fucked the meat and licked the pussy that was so generously offered. Before it was over, she had fucked each and every one of the seven men, either taking their hard cocks up her ass or milking them with her insatiable pussy. Needless to say, that may have been her first tatoo, but it definitely wasn’t her last! She now keeps regular appointments and the place is usually packed with men willing to help when the blaze of needles sends her over the edge!

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Rear Door

by
Miss Irene Clearmont.
Copyright 2011

‘You might just get what you asked for…’

Rear Door.
—————-

‘I have to find a way to persuade her.’ He thought to himself as he turned to sleep. ‘But how?’ As John slipped into a state of drowsy, lazy thought. For months he had been trying to persuade his wife, Jen to indulge his interest in anal sex, finally he had managed to steer the conversation to the subject.

“I am not against the idea per se.” she said as they lay in the darkness. “But you know how fastidious I am about all that type of thing.”

“Yes but I would of course use a condom. I’m sure it would be great for you too.”

“That’s not the problem, I really just shudder at the whole idea of something so…” she paused a moment before being able to formulate her thoughts. “…intrusive.”

He pondered her reply for a moment before responding by laying a loving hand on her thigh. Her hand covered his and played with his wedding ring for a moment.

“Maybe?” he needed an answer but had to wait for a tense moment before it came.

“Maybe what?

“There is something that you wish for in bed but find it difficult to ask for?”

“Ahh, a trade?”

“We agreed a few months ago to be more open about sex, well I am trying to follow our agreement.”

“Let me think about it for a day tomorrow night we’ll discuss it again, I might be able to come up with something. But I may not!”

And that was that! He turned to sleep wondering what his wife might want in return. He could not imagine that she had any secret wants that needed satisfying. He was of course the perfect loving husband. After all he had even consented once to give her oral sex, what more could she ask?

*****

At work the next day he pondered his dilemma.

Was there anything that he would not do for her in return for anal sex? No, he would even go down ‘there’ again and again to try fucking her tight ass, that hole that lured him with its taut promise. It would be so delicious, her stretched face down whilst he pushed ruthlessly into the depths. He would excite her with his hands and give her an explosive orgasm whilst he pushed deep into her firm body for the first of many, many times.

His daydream absorbed him so that he did not notice Carl, his boss, standing over his desk. Carl’s voice broke into his reverie and woke him with a start.

“How are your sales figures looking for April?”

“Uh, not so good. I still have a week ‘till the end of the month but it’s not looking good.”

“Well, I have been adding up the sales of all three of you and I must really say, John, that I am very disappointed in your sales. OK, five cars sold but all of them shopping cars.”

“Well there is a little hope, I have the guy who wanted a company limousine almost signed and two people returning in a couple of days, they looked good.”

“Well I hope so, I really like you John but recently you are falling behind Jim and Eric in sales terms. If you don’t manage to stop the downward trend then I may have to cut your salary and your bonus is already pretty dismal.”

John felt a claw at his belly. A drop in pay would make Jen even more distant and the holiday in Spain would go down the tubes. Another thought skimmed the surface of Elazığ Escort his mind. If she was moody then his chances of any sex would fade and splutter like a guttering candle. No anal, in fact no sex at all was always the result of Jen’s dissatisfaction. Months of persuasion and working the subject of anal sex would dissipate.

“I shall push harder and try to get more sales.” He spluttered, lost for an effective and convincing reply.

“Nothing personal old boy but I have a duty to head office and I cannot cover for you forever.”

Another stomach cramp, even this conversation was turning disastrous. ‘God, what do I say? He has almost fired me already the cold bastard.’

“Maybe I am missing something.” He struggled to go on. “Want to go for a beer tonight? Or perhaps a meal, we could discuss it properly.”

Carl seemed to ponder for a moment. “OK. I owe you that much, let’s meet up and go for a Chinese, hey and bring your wife.”

That was that then. He was going to have to tell Jen and she would get moody. He would be upset and she would say something to Carl that would get him fired. ‘Shit.’ He thought this was shaping up for one of his life disasters like the time that the handbrake gave way when he was making out with that Suzi in college. Christ, getting the car in a ditch had so pissed his father off. It was not as though he had got further than her bra.

*****

“Please, don’t make a scene,” pleaded John as his wife struggled to choose the right dress.

It had not and he had known that it would not, go well with Jen. She had been really angry but as usual the heat of the anger died and she was only quarrelsome. After the argument had raged he managed to get her to choosing some clothes for the soiree.

She threw a few shoes around and then finally chose shoes and dress. John said nothing when he saw her choice but he could see that she had chosen to spite him. Green ballerinas and a red skirt. Christ what a match, like one of Santa’s elves without the charm. Makeup? Not likely, au natural. This strop of hers was going to cost him his job!

The meal was as dismal as he had anticipated. Carl ordered the most expensive on the menu and a bottle of wine that John could not drink because he was the driver.

Jen left most of her food “Slime on shit. John you must complain and get me something edible.”

Worst of all the conversation was stilted and clearly bored Carl. This was a bad result. Finally the night of the thousand knives was over and they were home. They got into bed separately, Jen was already curled up on her side of the bed when John got in and switched off the light. He almost cried, it had been the worst of nights and he dared not try to get his wife into conversation.

He was just starting to finally drop off to sleep when Jen’s voice brought him up short. “John, still awake?”

“Yep!”

“I have thought of something. Something that you could do in bed for me.”

John was fully awake. “What?”

“It’s a bit difficult to put into words.”

“Please tell me, how can I do something if you don’t tell me.”

“Well it is difficult and I am scared you will refuse me.” After her words there was a brief silence. Outside the bedroom a car drove by, breaking the silence. “It is something I really need. Something I need Elazığ Escort Bayan you to do to me.”

“And anal?” John almost whispered the words as if saying them too loud would make the answer come back in the negative.

“Anal? Yes I would be interested in allowing you anal.”

John almost yelped. She wanted some oral sex or maybe a massage with scented oils. His imagination went no farther than the articles he had read in her Cosmopolitan magazine. Then he would make her love anal sex. He could feel stiffening, a rising of the blood.

“Can you tell me, love?”

“It is so difficult, you know how shy I am.”

John let that go without retort and said. “When?”

“Next week, Saturday.”

With a small movement she indicated that the interview was over. John could only lie in the dark, but Saturday was only a few days away.

*****

Saturday afternoon at four and John was repairing the sink in the kitchen. He could see his wife’s plump ass swaying as she prepared a snack.

Saturday afternoon at five and John was watching the football. He saw his wife’s plump curves and the way her large breasts hung under her T shirt as she dusted the shelves.

Saturday afternoon at six and John was sipping a beer. He could see the way that her over-tight jeans cut the ravine of her buttocks as she tidied up his snacks.

Saturday afternoon at seven and John was passing the bathroom. He could see Jen’s outline in the shower. Buxom, smooth, wet and plump. The fuzz of her pubic hair visible through the wetness of the curtain. She turned to allow him to see her sweet ass, the object of his desire, the inviting gates to his fetish.

Saturday afternoon at eight. Eight, evening, dusk, nightfall, sundown and the rising of sexual passion.

Jen entered the bedroom. “Just give me a minute or two.”

His blood pounding, his prick straining, his head ringing. This was that moment. That culmination of his sexual odyssey to penetrate and rape Jens third hole. Pacing he walked from the spare room to the bathroom ten times. His trousers bursting with his erection, his breath uneven.

He could wait no more and entered the bedroom. Darkness lit from the door. His wife, plump, curvy and looking like a goddess in red pumps and red gloves. She brushed past him and left the room.

“Won’t be a moment darling.”

He waited in the silence and heard her lock the front door. Frantically he undressed and tossed his clothes in an untidy heap. ‘How like her to lock the doors, practicality before sex and grumbling before practicality.’ He thought. He heard her go through to the kitchen and then return. With rope in her hand.

Rope.

She wanted him to tie her down as he fucked her ass. ‘Christ! He thought, this is so much better, his rape fantasy surfaced, she would love his dream of fucking every hole in order, ass cleaned by mouth and then fucking bruised cunt.’

She entered the room. Red corners with a pale luscious body. Four of hearts with a spade in the centre of the card. He felt her hand on his prick. “Can I tie you?”

He heard the words but displaced the meaning. He stretched a hand to take the rope but she slid a noose over his wrist. Startled he put her words in the correct order. She was tying him.

“Yes of course.” He replied, his Escort Elazığ dream altered by the thought of his wife riding him, her ass swallowing his prick as she knelt over his erection. She would control the fuck. This was her way of making the first time safe for her. The second would be different.

It only took moments. The loops and the knots in the rope needed only to be tightened. He allowed her to tie him spread eagle on the bed, his prick like a flagstaff waiting for the flag. With a florish she pulled the last knots and he was ready for her to have the ride of her life.

“Darling, now I can show you my fantasy, my dream of sex.”

For a moment she rummaged in her bedside drawer and brought out some stockings. She climbed on him, for a moment he thought that she was going to force him to have oral sex but her hands lifted his head. He wanted to say “Let me fuck you.” But the stocking entered his mouth before the first syllable. The other one went round his head and bound the first in place. Muffled noises, but no sense.

“Darling you wanted anal, now, and only now do you get it.”

With a flourish she produced two more ropes for his ankles. She ran them over the barred headboard and pulled tight. She undid his legs and pulled the looped ropes and his ankles rose towards his head. John started to struggle but she was too strong and he lacked leverage. He ended with ankles bound close to hands a curve of body that exposed him fully.

“I did consider fucking you with a dildo. After all you did want anal! Then I considered that a scent bottle or broom handle might be better. That way you could really get your dose of anal. But that seemed all really like too much hard work for the man who mumbles about rape and sex in his sleep. The man who wants to fuck his wife’s ass and then make her clean up. It was not enough!”

John struggled, his dream had gone from completion to depletion in minutes. His mad wife was going to do something awful to him. “No, don’t worry I would not cut your dick off, it would mess up the mattress. I have a little surprise.”

With a wink she went to the door and opened it. There stood Carl. Naked, engorged prick in hand. He smiled at Jen as he gently rubbed himself solid, like the head of a missile, on target.

“You see I noticed that Carl was interested in men rather than women, so I let him in your back door.” She smiled. “I wanted to fuck you and he wants to sack you. I want a divorce and he will be a mate. The balance is perfectly level.”

John’s eyes started out of his head as his wife went to Carl and stroked his organ gently with one of her gloved hands. A tube of gel and the prick was ready to allow John to experience anal sex at first hand.

“I told him about your fantasy, you know, fuck and lick.”

Carl laughed. “I have always liked the idea. I’ll fuck you and then you can clean me. When you’re fucked by me you stay fucked.”

“He thinks a good performance is had by setting targets so you had better satisfy him or he may let you have his sack.”

With a giggle Jen left the room as Carl, following his prick, forced the husband who had always wanted anal to suffer his fantasy.

The End

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PLAYTIME – CHAP. V – BRAINSTORMING

At bedtime three days later, Mary laid her hand between John’s legs. His dick was limp. “The good thing about a limp dick is you can get it all in your mouth if you hurry,” he smiled.
A good cue, she thought, leaning over and taking the entire penis into her mouth, and remembering the many times over the past several years when he would just turn over and lay on his stomach, pretending to be sleepy. It’s “cuddly”, she thought, mushy, and delicious. Tastes good like a good cock should. She couldn’t remember the last time her mouth had surrounded his soft member. She laughed, a muffled noise, and John wondered what she was thinking of as he watched her lips hug the base of his penis, her cheeks sucking inward.
Her tongue slid onto the tip, the penis still mostly soft in her mouth, and she tasted a slippery wetness that was not from her. Ummm, pre-cum. Doesn’t taste like anything, but I know he’s getting excited.
She allowed it to slip out, knowing it wasn’t quite the right time for some hot and hairy sex. His manhood was about half-erect, maybe 4 inches long, like James, her “Toy”, whose fully-extended cock was only that long. Well, she thought, size does matter, but a four-incher can still fuck the hell out of you – which I never really knew before! And it’s nice to be able to deep-throat a totally-erect prick like James’. Certainly can’t do that with John’s! Variety IS a good spice. Oh, I hope we don’t have to quit now with our Toys. And he’s been such a good sport so far.
Mary laid back beside John, idly stroking him and determined to turn him on. Maybe if I talk dirty.
“Baby, I love your cock, I loved it when James was fucking me and you slid your big cock in my ass. And best of all, I loved that you were watching me get it on with James. I was playing to you as my audience, you know.”
”Ya know something, hon?” he said. “I like hearing you talk dirty like this.”

“Well, I’ll try to improve! “
“Do it some more,” he urged his newly-adventurous wife.
“It’s Elazığ Escort been a long time since I’ve seen you jack off….and then watching you and James both do it just made me wild. I thought of the craziest thing I could do then, that’s why I stuffed my panties in me – pushed them into my pussy.” John felt himself harden at her words, glad she was acting like a slut now.

“So, where do we go from here?” Mary asked.

“Our sex life has certainly kicked up a notch, hasn’t it?” he said, enjoying the casual manipulation below and realizing for the first time in a long time that he wasn’t necessarily being expected to go the distance. Now, that’s a neat thought – getting felt up and not being expected to go all the rest of the way. It came into his conscious mind for the first time that sometimes, sex was just too tiring. The fleeting thought hit him that some men preferred a good game of golf to sex, and he understood now why.

He realized that she was just playing with it, not expecting him to “have sex” with her. This was a shock, not being expected to “complete the act” just because she was stimulating him. This was a new kind of sex between them, reminded him of high school make-out sessions in the car or on a couch, when it would get hot ‘n heavy but everybody knew it wasn’t gonna go to third base…and that was okay…and hot!
“This is high gear!“ she answered, holding her hand now to his mouth, asking him to lick it….then resuming her wet, slow stroking. “It’s incredible,” said Mary. “I’ve done things I never imagined I would ever do. I’ve seen you do things that years ago would have made me mad. Driven me nuts. And even more surprising, I joined in! And I’m not even a lesbian!”
“I know,” said her husband. “You’ve been very fair about this whole thing so far, Mar – you took James and I took Kelly. I just wonder how wild it can get?”
He thought back over the past several weeks since they’d invited first James, then Kelly over. Their sex life now happened more often, unlike the once-every-three-weeks Elazığ Escort Bayan poke she would pester him into before. And it was never the same routine. Sometimes she’d just slut him up — “Beat me off, honey,” and he’d masturbate her and they both were happy. Twice now in the past three weeks, she’d just turned to him in bed in the morning and said, “fuck my boobs”, and he’d climb on her and rub his cock between her tits, and that was the extent of it and it was okay. She’d even suck them while his cock drove incessantly. Sometimes they just kissed. Once, at supper in the kitchen, she crawled under the table while he ate and just rubbed his crotch until he got an erection –“I just wanted to see if I could get you hot while you had supper.” Never before in thirty years of marriage had that ever happened! A couple of times, watching TV at night on the couch, she’d just take his pants off, spread his legs, pull out a jar of Vaseline, stroke him and finger-fuck his ass — “You don’t need to come, I just enjoy playing with you like this,” she said with the biggest smile, her mouth taking possession of his testicles. Once she had him pretend to be her “toy”, like with James – “Okay, I’ll be the Queen, and you just be my slave.” And once he’d even taken her while she was in the kitchen, cooking, and he’d been surprised to find she was going commando — no panties! My wife is turning into a slut, and I like it.

And she thought, my man is making me so hot again. He’s starting to get horny and wild again, like when we were going together. Finally!

“John. Tell me what you liked best so far, you know, with what we’ve been doing.”
“Whew. That’s a tall order. It’s like watching twenty porn videos and then saying what you liked best!”
“Aw c’mon, go for it…and you know now I’m turned on when you talk dirty.”
“….okay… I got excited when I saw you deliberately lean over in the living room to show James your boobs. His eyes lit up! And when you encouraged Kelly to undo her buttons. Escort Elazığ Oh good lord – when she was blowing me and your face was doing something back at her butt! I was so hard then!”
“Yeah, I think my clit was about ready to explode right then, too, watching her and you like that, with her cute little butt right in front of me. I couldn’t resist it.”
“Mary, when you were on top of James 69ing him and driving your tongue in his ass – wow! I never would have imagined anything like that from my lovely, straight wife.”

“It’s nice to be the boss sometimes, and then just be the Toy sometimes, too,” she revealed.
“You’re such a slut,” he grinned. “Were you offended when I called you my whore?”
“Oh honey, I think I love it when you talk dirty and call me sexy names like that. I don’t mind a bit — I get turned on when you do that. I’m in my fifties now, I don’t mind at all being called your slut or your whore. Go ahead, be inventive and we’ll see how it goes.”
“Okay. And ditto, cabbagehead.”
“You mean you like it when I talk dirty, too?”
“Yeah. I guess you’ll have to practice – hasn’t been your thing for what, thirty years at least?”

“So, where do we go from here?” she asked him.
“Let’s just toss out some wild ideas, not that we’ll ever DO them!” he said, “just that they’re Wild Ideas, you know? Like brainstorming…”
“Okay, sure,” she replied.

“Wild sex orgies of course, with lots of people.”
“Sex toys.”
“Dirty sex talk”
“Many cocks right in my face!”
“Threesomes!”
“Costumes.”
“Shaving each other’s pubic hair.”
“New positions.”
“New partners.”
“Watching James and Kelly do it.”
“Ummm…helping James and Kelly do it.”
“Coming on your face.”
“Oh, James’ and your cock in my pussy at the same time!” gushed Mary.
“Geez, would they fit?” said John.
“Oops, you broke the brainstorming rule – no reality checks….just wild ideas!”
“Oops. Okay — tape it all and then play back the good parts in slowmo,” said John.
“With close-ups to show all the wet parts…” replied his wife.

“Boy oh boy, there’s some thoughts!” said Mary. “We’ll have to think on them for awhile.” And meanwhile, she thought, I’m jumping on this hot seven-inch boner….which she did…with no complaints.

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